

Title: Conditioned
Author: Liz Crowe
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 11, 2017
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.


Book three in the Brewing Passion series
A chance meeting. An improbable connection. An exquisite attraction.
Trent Hettingerâs turbulent formative years transformed him into a cynicâand into a man who realized he required something outside himself to control his temper. Something he found as a Domâat least for a while. But he allowed himself to trust a woman once and was slapped back into reality with a vengeance and now devotes all his energy into building his real estate empire, raising his teenaged daughterâŚand avoiding anything resembling authentic attachments.
Melody Rodriguez kept her head down for yearsâworking hard, making her own money, trying to get ahead with every deck stacked against her. Sheâs determined to move beyond the ugliness that haunts her without anyoneâs help. When a mutual friend sets her up with Trent, sheâs determined to have some fun with him and move on.A man with nothing left to lose. A woman hiding behind her past. When two lives spent in emotional denial collide, itâs a perfect matchâat least on the surface. But neither Trent nor Melody is prepared for the full force of their true feelings, once fate intervenes and blows a cold breeze into their white-hot relationship.





Rated R for language:
âYou need to get ready,â Evelyn said. âYou only have a few hours.â
I stared at the computer screen. âIâm not going.â
âThe hell you arenât.â She slapped the laptop closed. We were in the office sheâd assigned to me in my new job as general manager of the Fitz Pub. âYou are going. But not until you get your ass home for a clean-up.â She raised an eyebrow. âDid you ever get to my wax artist?â
I put a hand to my face.
âAll right. Well. Get on home and take a shower. Do you have a nice dress? I mean, something super dressy?â
âYes. He sent a dress. And shoes. AndâŚa kind of aâŚmask.â
âAll righty then. He hasnât lost his edge. So, letâs go.â She snapped her fingers and smiled at me.
âGo where?â Panic was settling into my psyche. Iâd spent a lot of energy in the last couple of days being mad at Trent. I wasnât quite ready to let go of it.
âItâs wax time, puta.â She handed me my purse.
âWe have work to do.â
âIt can wait.â
âThatâs not what you said to me this morning.â I crossed my arms, leaning back in my rickety chair.
âYeah, well, scratch all that. Hang on.â She pulled her phone from her pocket. âHey. Yeah. I gotta go help Melody with something. Iâll be back in about an hour.â Her face reddened. âYes, I know.â She turned away from me and muttered something more, then ended the call. âWhew. All right. Come on. It wonât take long.â
Two hours later I was home, staring at myself in the mirror. I put a hand to my neck, turning my head left, then right, admiring the semi-casual updo and the subtle makeup. I held out my hands, checking out the bright red nails. Between the primping, buffing, waxing and everything else, theyâd even found time to get me a shower at that crazy spa.
I glanced over at the bed, where the simple, cream silk dress lay alongside a cream-colored garter belt, real silk stockings and a gorgeous, matching bra. The shoes were a work of artâsky-high heels, open toes, satin ribbons to wrap around my ankles. Everything was the perfect size. Of course.
I sat, fingering the creamy mask. It was intimidating, yet beautiful, edged with intricate lace. My fingers trembled as I held it to my face, then dropped it onto my lap.
You wanted this, Melody. You demanded it from him. Do not be that woman who, when her man gives her what she wanted, suddenly changes her mind.
I willed myself not to cry and screw up the expensive makeup job. As I was fastening the stockings into the belt, my phone buzzed from the table next to my bed. I smiled when I saw I was Evelyn.
Mel. Just relax. It will be fine. He loves you.
I sighed and looked at the ceiling before answering. Iâm not sure about all that. He wants to tie me up and spank me. Thatâs not love. Thatâs kind of crazy.
Donât worry. If you donât like it, tell him. Heâll stop. Heâll do anything for you. Lighten up a little.
There was a brief pause, then another text from my friend. Youâre going to blow his mind, chica. Own it.
I covered my lips with my hands. There was no denying itâI was flat out terrified. I wanted this. Or I thought I wanted it. And now I definitely had to own it.
Noting the time, I stood slowly and pulled the dress with me. The fabric was like a lovely soft sheet draping my body, magically clinging to all my curves. I ran my hands across my stomach, down my hips, admiring myself in the full-length mirror.
With a frown, I started pulling at the pins and whatnot that the hair guy had used to give me the glamorous up-do. My man wanted my hair down. I ran my fingers through it, which reminded me of the way he loved to do itâgently at first, then when heâd close his fingers in it, tugging and pullingâŚ
I shivered, and I smiled at myself, noting how my makeup looked better since I wasnât ghostly pale behind it anymore.
Weâd parted badly. And Iâd taken his Jeep. Granted, Iâd left it in his garage, keys in the gas door. But I had taken the manâs car. It had been a bold move. Or a shitty move. I still hadnât decided. But now, if Evelyn was to be believed, this night would be The One. The night I would get the full force of this whole BDSM Thing. Take it or leave it.

Amazon best-selling author, mom of three, Realtor, beer blogger, brewery marketing expert, and soccer fan, Liz Crowe is a Kentucky native and graduate of the University of Louisville currently living in Ann Arbor. She has decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse.
Her early forays into the publishing world led to a groundbreaking fiction subgenre, âRomance for Real Life,â which has gained thousands of fans and followers interested less in the âHEAâ and more in the âWHAâ (âWhat Happens After?â).
With stories set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, in successful real estate offices and at times in exotic locales like Istanbul, Turkey, her books are unique and told with a fresh voice. The Liz Crowe backlist has something for any reader seeking complex storylines with humor and complete casts of characters that will delight, frustrate and linger in the imagination long after the book is finished.
Donât ever ask her for anything âlike a Budweiserâ or risk bodily injury.
Liz Crowe writes intense true-to-life stories that make you feel. Whether it’s anxiety, love, fear, hate, bliss, or loss woven into her plot lines, you will feel it deep down to your very soul.
–Audrey Carlan, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author
Liz Crowe is one of those rare authors who knows how to take the emotions of her characters and make them real for her readers, binding you to the story.â
—USA Today and Internationally Bestselling Author Desiree Holt
“Liz Crowe is my drug of choice for unconventional romance that pushes the envelope of my comfort zone.”
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