Conditioned

Conditioned

by Liz Crowe

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ISBN-13: 9781786862167
Publisher: Totally Entwined Group Ltd
Publication date: 07/11/2017
Series: Brewing Passion , #3
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 197
Sales rank: 283,626
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

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.

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.

Don’t ever ask her for anything “like a Budweiser” or risk bodily injury.

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Copyright © Liz Crowe 2017. All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing.

Trent stumbled out into the cold winter night air, tugging at his bow tie and shedding his tux jacket at the same time. The scene inside had been a familiar one. One he’d mastered long ago, and claimed to enjoy—to love, even.

But tonight, it had been wrong. All kinds of wrong.

He propped his hands on his knees and sucked in the night air, barely registering how cold it was, only wanting to get away from it—from himself most likely. From the fetish that had driven him for so many years. Driven him to many things—to his first wife, who’d been posing and was now nothing but an expensive thorn in his side, but who’d given him his beloved daughter. To his success in business as he’d been so single-mindedly focused thanks to the release he allowed himself in sex play.

And now to his current sorry, single state as he breached the seminal fortieth birthday, headed straight for forty-one.

It had been a regular night at the exclusive secret club. Nothing new or different had happened. He’d been greeted at the door of the mansion in the suburbs by the usual phalanx of beautiful women dressed in bras, garter belts, stockings, heels and satin masks. He’d had the usual pleasant experience, greeting his fellow Master Dominants in the gathering room over lemon and cucumber-infused water. No alcohol was allowed in the real BDSM clubs and if the guard at the gate smelled it on you, you’d be turned away, regardless of the fact that you’d already paid upwards of ten grand for the pleasure of the evening. There were no refunds.

But something had been off. He’d sensed it—the slightly sideways sensation he’d had within seconds of walking into the large front room. He’d sensed it in the rarified air. He’d felt it on his neck, the backs of his hands, his face.

As the Doms—five men and two women all dressed to the nines as if they were attending a D.C. charity ball and not about to engage in the sort of kinky sex that some found horrifying—all sat, waiting for the next stage, Trent’s leg bounced as if he’d consumed a pot of coffee before showing up. One of the women glanced at it, then up at his face, her elegantly crafted eyebrow raised.

He shot his cuffs, wondering why he wasn’t enjoying himself. By this stage, he was usually hard as a rock, eager for a fresh submissive in a mask. He wasn’t into hardcore shit, but he knew what he liked and he could usually pick his partner within seconds of seeing her walk into the large room.

Tonight, however, his dick stayed limp and his mind spun. Sweat popped out on his face. Weird, he decided, as he sipped some water and wished he had a shot of bourbon. Granted, he had just experienced one of his more stressful weeks. He’d been in a protracted fight with the city of Kalamazoo over his desire to buy and revamp a city block. One of his best bartenders at his most successful pubs had up and quit for no reason, until he’d discovered that the reason had a lot to do with a missing eight-thousand-dollar bank deposit. Plus, he woke with his guts tied in knots every single morning at the thought of facing his biggest challenge—raising his teenaged daughter, alone, with her mother hovering in the background reminding him of her entitlement to his bank account.

Trent sighed and swiped his fingers across his lips, willing himself calm. Reminding himself that this would help. He would coax, and tease, and spank and bite. He’d make the girl come so hard she’d beg him for more. Then, when he came, he would feel better, reset, able to resume his life and start the week off fresh.

But when the women and men were led in, he couldn’t even look at them. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear that he had the flu or something equally dire. His palms were sweaty. He could feel damp at the small of his back under the expensive tux shirt and jacket. His leg jittered again. A rush of bile filled his throat at the sight of the women, all dressed in flowing, diaphanous gowns, all staring at the floor, all with heavy leather collars around their necks.

He jumped to his feet, drawing not-so-subtle stares from his fellows. The master of ceremonies, the owner of this particular club that he’d frequented for years, asked a million questions with a single raised eyebrow. Blinking fast, Trent backed away from the subs, who were also peering through their masks, expectant and needy and pulling at him in ways he didn’t like.

Throat closing up, he turned and fumbled for the doorknob as sweat dropped into his eyes, blinding him and providing him with the sort of just-out-of-control sensation that he’d banished long ago. The sensations that had driven him as a boy, then a teen, to escape his life and establish complete control over it.

He stumbled through the foyer, past the hostesses who remained silent as he threw himself out into the night, gasping and tugging at his tie.

“Mr. Hettinger,” a voice called behind him. “Are you all right?”

He held up a hand, keeping his back to whoever was talking. “I’ll be fine,” he choked out. “Under the weather. Sorry.”

“I’ll have them bring your car around,” the voice said, as if it were a completely normal occurrence for him to leave his ten-thousand-dollar fee behind, forgoing the many pleasures that were to be provided to him in exchange.

He stood, knees shaking, head pounding as his classic Jeep appeared under the portico. When he climbed behind the wheel, his mind cleared and his heart stopped racing as if turned off by a switch. He took a deep breath, cranked the satellite radio to blasting—his favorite, Nine Inch Nails—rolled down all the windows and screeched out onto the private road. He floored the gas when he hit I-96, pointed west toward his home in Grand Rapids, smiling when the powerful, rebuilt engine eased the speedometer past eighty-five, then ninety miles an hour in seconds.

The emptiness in his brain allowed him to relax, which in turn led to a distinct rumbling in his stomach. He flipped the turn signal and raced up an exit ramp, heading for his favorite all-night diner.

Kinky, rowdy sex, sometimes performed in front of an audience of like-minded fetishists—or a plate piled high with crisp bacon, a big stack of pancakes and pure maple syrup. He shook his head at his out-of-character choice between the two as he parked, got out, blipped the lock and headed for the brightly lit restaurant. Sometimes a man’s needs were simple and he was not one to ignore that fact.

As he shouldered into the warm, coffee and bacon grease-infused space, a sense of peace descended over him, making it clear that he’d made the right choice, at least for tonight. He’d muscled through a D/s session at a club once before when he’d felt rotten. And it had been awful. He’d hurt the girl more than he’d meant to and had sworn off the lifestyle for months afterward. He knew himself well by now and self-congratulated tonight’s decision all the way to the diner’s long bar.

He leaned forward, eager for coffee and innocuous conversation, untying his bow tie all the way so it dangled from the collar of his once crisp, now slightly wilted white shirt. When he turned the small, cheap, ceramic mug over, indicating his desire for the caffeinated elixir of life and STAT, he felt a cooling breeze against the back of his neck. It was as if someone had opened the door and was holding it that way to allow the steamy heat of the restaurant to dissipate.

He turned, feeling friendly and chatty, to see what was up.

Then he saw her.

Or, rather, the back of her.

She was pouring coffee for one table, laughing and smacking one of the trucker-looking patrons on the shoulder in a friendly, flirty way. Trent’s eyes narrowed as he studied her rear view. She was tall and her hips flared out from a small waist in a way that made his palms sweaty again. Her voice was loud enough to be heard over the din of conversation. It was tinged with the sexiest soft accent he’d ever heard.

“Go on, now, you know your wife wouldn’t want you flirting with little old me,” she was saying to the leering dude. She moved down the booths, dropping checks, picking up empty plates, pouring more coffee. Using that melodious voice that mesmerized him almost as much as the near-perfect roundness of her ass, currently featured in a pair of tight, cheap-looking black pants.

Trent’s heartbeat thudded in his ears as he kept staring at her—the Goddess, he now thought of her for some reason. The Latina Goddess who kept laughing and chatting and swinging her hips at the patrons in a way that made fury pepper the edges of his vision.

His.

His Latina Goddess.

She looked over her shoulder at him, as if sensing his inappropriate thoughts about her. Her olive-toned skin was flushed from the heat of the room. Her chocolate-dark eyes met his and narrowed suspiciously. So much so Trent wondered if he’d spoken those words out loud. Then she turned and faced him fully.

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Conditioned 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
BookSnuggle More than 1 year ago
Conditioned (Brewing Passion Book 3) by Liz Crowe This is Trent and Melody's story. You need to read book one and two in this series before reading this book to fully understand the story. In book three you get to see how Trent and Melody's relationship started. You get to see Evelyn, Ross, and Austin's relationship from a different side. Trent and Melody are perfect for one another but it was a roller coaster ride. This is true to Liz Crowe's characters. Their characters are messy and not perfect. You get just a glimpse into a BDSM relationship. FYI, contains mature content.  I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
katiebasie More than 1 year ago
I think this just might be my favorite book from this author and I love all her books!!! Trent and Melody's story draw you in and keep you even after the end of the book. No one writes like this author and every word takes you for the ride of your life. Another five star read!!!
redhotpv More than 1 year ago
This is Book 3 in the Brewing Passion series. It is the story of Trent Hettinger and Melody Rodriguez. Trent was drawn into the Dom world by someone that he loved and it ended badly. Now he only focuses on work and trying to raise his rebellious daughter. Enter Melody. She is a god hard-working woman with a hidden past. She too has been hurt by love. They are both in turmoil. How will they handle their attraction to each other when neither one is able to trust? Hang on romance readers! It's going to be a bumpy and exciting ride! I absolutely loved this book! It was passionate! It was intense! It was emotional! It was exciting! It's a red-hot sizzling read that is very well-written. The characters are well-developed and very likable. Another great story from this author. Highly recommended!
mybabies2 More than 1 year ago
These characters have a very intense relationship. Both need each other way more than they think that they do. Lots of mistakes on both sides of the line...lots of caution that causes more damage than it does help. Lots of walls to break through. In true Liz fashion, this book is messy. Hot to cold to everything in between. Characters you will want to both smack up side the head and hold to give comfort to. Sassy and naughty. Really emotional. This story happens earlier in the series, during everything that happens in the first book. It was cool to get snippets of that story from a different perspective. But, I was pretty taken by surprise by how quickly it ended. Not that the story was short, I just wasn't expecting it to end where it did. Good story telling, keeps the pages turning.