Posted June 13, 2012 by Alyssa in Events

Blog Event: Turkish Delights Series by Liz Crowe Spotlight

I cannot tell you how excited I am to celebrate with you, for the next two days, Liz Crowe’s amazing Turkish Delights series by Decadent Publishing. She is releasing two new books in the series, The Diplomat’s Daughter on June 8th & Flower Passage on June 23rd. Since the beginning of the year, I’ve had the true pleasure of reading most of Liz’s work. In that time, I have discovered the amazing talent that she is as a writer, the wonderful person she is and the fierce loyalty that she has to her fans & followers. She has quickly become one of my favorite authors and 3 of her books now sit on my Favorite Reads of 2012 list. I hope that you can come to discover & learn what I already know – Liz & her books are phenomenal!

Today I’m bringing to you an excerpt of both of her new releases & stay tuned because tomorrow I’ll feature a fabulous interview with her that I think you’ll enjoy

When Vivian Kincaid’s eyes meet those of a hunky local at the Turkish university her father forces her to attend, it only takes her a split second to recognize her childhood friend. Levent Deniz was the servant boy who taught her to run the streets of Istanbul years before, giving outlet to her wild streak even as a child.
Now face-to-face once again as adults, the only thing standing between them and happiness is her father. The newly appointed Consul General for the United States has other plans for his only daughter. Ones that do not include a former servant, now successful entrepreneur and businessman. He will do everything in his power to keep them apart.The Diplomat’s Daughter is set in 1960s Istanbul and tells the story of pre-destiny, passion and the rebellious power of true love.

The Diplomat’s Daughter Excerpt

“I have to go home,” she mumbled into his shirt then glanced up at him. He smiled and brushed away her tears. “I’m really late. I’m usually home by midnight. It’s what, two in the morning? Will you walk me there?”

“The American Consulate is too far to walk from here.” His protective nature flared up. “I’ll find a taxi we can trust.”

“Okay but won’t you get in trouble, out this late with a yabanci female?” He grinned and ran a finger down her face, ending at her lips. She took the tip between her lips and sucked. He shivered, which made her grin. “I’m no angel, Levent. Never have been. You know that.”

“Yes, I do. It’s what I missed most. Well, until now.” He had to taste her once more.

The sweetness of their kiss nearly made him cry like a girl. Dear Lord but this only meant trouble. There was no denying it. They could never be together. But his life would be over otherwise. He took her by the arm and led her up to the still busy street.

He tucked her behind him and whistled for a taxi, knowing no one who thought he had a woman with him out this late would stop. A small yellow cab screeched to a halt. He piled her in, finger to his lips. “Greetings, brother. Thank you ever so much for stopping. Would you mind terribly getting us back to the American Consulate? My sister is meeting her friend there. They are very good friends.”

The cabbie grumbled, but in the way of all Istanbul drivers, barely looked over his shoulder before peeling back out into traffic. Vivian kept trying to touch his leg and as much as he wanted it, he knew it would never fly inside the taxi. So he pushed her toward her door. She stuck her tongue out. But he merely nodded toward the driver, letting her know to cool it. They sat, weaving their way through the pre-dawn traffic his heart soaring as he took in her profile. Her exquisite, delicate features, long brown hair begging him to bury his hands in, full red lips swollen from his attentions. Her hands were clasped in her lap, as she stared straight ahead. Levent glanced at the driver then snuck a hand over to hers, covering them both. The heat from her skin made him bite back a groan. He kept his hand there, wondering what in the hell he could do about the fact he was head over heels for this girl again—the one girl he couldn’t have.

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What would you do if the lover, brother, son and friend you thought lost forever was returned to you?

Brutally battered emotionally and physically for two years, Tarkan Deniz has escaped his captors. When the Deniz family discovers the shocking truth they rally and do everything in their power to bring him back safely. But all have been affected by the tragedy of his loss, and must come to terms with the new reality, each in their own way.

When Happily Ever After seems like a nightmare…one man can bring healing to all, but will he ever be the same man again?

The Flower Passage Excerpt

“Caleb.” Elle stood and yelled into the phone. “Talk to me, now.”

Caleb’s voice was tinny, nearly overwhelmed by traffic background noises. “This is what I know so far. Levent is in the hospital. He fell at a job site and broke his leg in two places. They set it but had to do surgery as it was a compound fracture. He coded on the table, twice. This was, um, about three days ago now.”

“God damn it. Why didn’t she—”

“Shut up a minute, Elle, I gotta get this out; then I’m going to the airport. I have a flight at midnight.”

“Sorry.” She glanced at the clock. “I have to get out there myself. Picking Lale up. Oh Christ.” Tears poured down her cheeks. Lale. “Okay, tell me the rest. So I get it straight.”

She looked up as Emre stood and stared at the huge hole he’d made in the floor-to-ceiling window. His haunted eyes terrified her.

“After he came to, the doctors had determined he had congenital heart failure. They decided to put in a few stents for the blocked arteries, but the heart muscle is so weak and compromised now, the only thing that will save him is a transplant. A fucking heart transplant. Jesus. When he came to, today, he was hysterical, yelling about Tarkan.

Telling Vivian to call the police, to get his computer, he needed the police.” Caleb’s gulp made her heart clench. But she needed to know it all.

“Yes. And?”

“So she called me. I talked her through it. Told her to get Levent’s laptop and fire it up, look for anything from the Turkish military or police or whatever that he might need to know. He’d been trying to push for an investigation into the bombing the past months. To get some kind of closure. I don’t know. When she got home, there was a policeman at the door, looking for Levent. She told him what had happened, and he made a call and within five minutes the local military head honcho was there, telling her to sit, that he needed her to be calm and listen to him. Oh dear Christ in heaven, Elle. Tarkan, he was…is…alive.”

About The Author, Liz Crowe

Microbrewery owner, multi-published author, beer blogger and journalist, mom of three teenagers, and soccer fan, Liz brings years of real-world experience to her life as author. Working in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as an ex-pat trailing spouse PLUS making her way in a world of men (i.e. the beer industry) has given her all the “what if?” moments she needs for many books.

When she isn’t sweating inventory and sales figures for the brewery, she can be found writing, editing or sweating promotional efforts for her latest publications. When free time presents itself you are likely to find her walking her standard poodles or doing Bikram yoga. Her beer blog is nationally recognized for its insider yet outsider views on the craft beer industry. Her books are set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch and in high powered real estate offices. Don’t ask her for anything “like” a Budweiser or risk painful injury.

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Alyssa

I read to save my sanity, plain & simple. I am a married mother of 3 (2 of which are teenagers, yay me!) who needs an escape from the eye rolls, attitude and day to day drama that comes along with raising teenagers. Without books, I would be medicated ;)