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It takes a wealth of collected experiences, emotions, successes and failures to craft the personality of a true Alpha Male
Jack Gordon, real estate broker, licensed builder, Juris Doctorate, has had his fair share of strife. His ability to cope, to fall down and pick himself back up has lead him to a place where he believes he has it all. Friends, money, cars, more women than he can count, and a club in Detroit where he can exorcise his inner demons, fill his days and his nights.
When he walks up to a penthouse door on a hot Ann Arbor summer afternoon, frustrated, exasperated and ready to call it quits after hours of condo shopping with a wealthy couple, the last thing on his mind is meeting his destiny.
House Rules: The Jack Gordon Story. A prequel novella of the Stewart Realty Series.
Alpha Beta Gamma Guest Post
By Liz Crowe
The phrase “Alpha Male” gets tossed around a lot in our little world. We all know who this dude is. He is, by definition, tall, either “brutally handsome” or “compelling and sexy.” He is rich as God, typically although sometimes we don’t know how he got that way. He is a cowboy, a cop, a fireman, a CEO, a kilted highlander, a king or about to be one, a rock star, a pirate, a politician. He is broody at times, hard to fathom but for “one special woman” (or man, depending on your preferred genre). He is the boss of many, of himself, of the world around him.
He is our dream date, our fantasy boyfriend and our perfect mate—the one man we can “tame” and make our own, so we are lead to believe.
His other side does not always get explored however. Because, in real life, men like this are rarely if ever in touch with the “beta” side of themselves. They are impatient, selfish and eager to please for the sheer joy of doing the pleasuring, not for the value of bringing it. Not many real men are full on “Alpha” because to be this, they would be damn hard to get along with once the romancing and the no doubt impressive sex was accomplished.
When I started writing the Stewart Realty series, the first books in it (trilogy of Floor Time/Sweat Equity/Closing Costs) were all about a dude I had every intention of making one of “those:” The Alpha Male with no consequences. The guy who would Get the Girl, Please the Girl and carry her off into the sunset with little or no thought to what an A**hole he might be the next morning if his coffee wasn’t ready or his shirts not starched right.
However, during my writing and publishing evolution I came to discover something about myself, and my hero: Jack Gordon. He is a Gamma male.
Jack’s background, as you will see in the free novella HOUSE RULES, lent itself to toughening up. He didn’t have it too hard on some levels but he did on many others, specifically the emotional connections with loving parents that can make or break a man. He had none of that. Had the opposite of it. He could easily have been that a**hole. And for a while, it appears that he is, or he wants to be. But while Jack has the drive, the ambition, the self-discipline required to succeed way beyond anyone’s expectations, he also has a serious inner caretaker, a man who wants his loved ones to be happy, safe, and feel as loved as he once wanted to feel.
Jack will make a woman VERY happy on many levels. He is a generous and talented lover—a “Master Dom” as a matter of fact if you want to get technical about it. He loves nothing more than buying expensive gifts and surprising people with them, including surprise, impromptu vacations to exotic places (when he isn’t too busy managing his real estate company). But what makes him real, is his three-dimensional nature—that which makes him less cardboard cutout book boyfriend material and more “Hmmm…I could actually see this guy existing in real life.” You might feel inclined to smack him up side his head every now and then. But you want nothing more than to wake up and smell the coffee he’s brewed when he lets you sleep in. Because “sleeping in” is something you will need a lot with this guy, trust me.
I wrote HOUSE RULES as a gift to my fans but also as a way to draw more folks into the Jack Gordon fold. Join us in here…it’s nice and warm, fun and funny, aggravating and satisfying, all at once!
Détente existed once more between Jack and his father, although Jack could hardly look at the man without remembering his words, what he said about Mindy, the woman he’d paid to fuck his own son.
A soft hand on his arm startled him. He turned, smiled, and accepted the cup the blonde girl held out.
“Thanks, gorgeous.” He leaned into her. “What a scene, huh?” He sipped, not looking at her but sensing her gaze on him. He knew he looked great. Between the pure physical labor he put in daily on the job sites, lugging drywall, holding up trusses, hammering, and carrying every manner of tools around, he also ran every morning without fail, and did three hundred sit-ups and push-ups no matter how tired he was. The routine of it soothed him, helped him forget, for a moment, his fucked-up family life and that he had but a few more weeks before he could escape to college.
Worry about leaving his sister behind tickled at his conscience but Mo seemed at ease with her relationship with their father for now. She was a tough cookie and had a solid set of friends around.
The discipline Jack imposed on himself felt great. The punishing exercise coupled with the long hours of work and determined study so he could achieve beyond what his asshole father expected of him centered him, gave him purpose. Well, that and what he was about to do with the lovely female now under his arm, giggling and running her hand up his thigh.
He tugged her inside, down to the basement, needing a connection so badly his teeth ached. She sighed as he eased her down on the couch, kissing her gently but with purpose, increasing his pressure slowly as his cock sprang to attention under his swim trunks.
“Mmm…this feels promising,” she declared, reaching into his shorts.
He smiled into her mouth. He’d found one with a little experience—a pleasant change of pace. She brushed her thumb across his head, making him shiver. “Hope you’re prepared, big boy,” the girl said with a touch of awe in her voice when she looked down at what she had in her hand.
Jack sighed and leaned over to snag a condom from the supply he kept in the drawer of a rarely-used table in the corner. “Like a Boy Scout, sweetheart,” he said, handing it to her.
She grinned and stood, slipping out of her barely-there bikini and standing in front of him in all her curvy glory. He licked his lips, sat up, and yanked her hips close so he could bury his face between her legs. She gripped his hair then pushed back, forcing him to flop over onto the couch so she could straddle his face.
He groaned and flicked at the tender button of flesh. He loved pussy, loved looking at it, licking it, watching it come to life under his careful attention. The girl was moist, her folds were soft, and she tasted like the sweetest honey.
He sucked her clit, slid a finger inside, and moaned as she gripped him hard. The knee-jerk girls were the best, he had discovered. They came fast and typically had no clue that they were among the rarest of women—the multi-orgasmic—and his favorite.
He looked up, watched her cup her own breasts and tug her nipples. Perfect, just perfect. He reached in at an angle, seeking that bundle of nerves most women possessed, right behind her pubic bone.
“Jesus,” he yelped, nearly coming out of his skin when a soft set of lips encircled his dick and a finger traced down his balls and lower. “Baby, I didn’t know this was gonna be a party,” he whispered.
The girl looked down at him and smiled, angling her hips so he kept going as the other girl sucked his cock like a pro, until he couldn’t hold back another minute. The girl on his face came again too, completing the moment. The other girl still palming his balls moaned and jerked forward again, and again. Girl number one climbed off him, and Jack put his arms under his head and watched girl number two get fucked by his friend from behind. “Nice,” he said, admiring the way her tits bounced.
“Her idea,” Brandis ground out then closed his eyes and pounded harder. Jack reached down to fondle girl number two’s clit, making her eyes fly open at the last minute. Her lips were so full. He had to kiss them. So he did, and all was well for everyone in the room.
Microbrewery owner, best-selling author, beer blogger and journalist, mom of three teenagers, and soccer fan, Liz lives in the great Midwest, in a major college town. Years of experience 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 prepped her for life as a successful author.
When she isn’t sweating inventory and sales figures for the brewery, she can be found writing, editing or implementing promotions for her latest publications. Her groundbreaking literary fiction subgenre, “reality fiction,” has gained thousands of fans and followers who are interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”)
Her beer blog a2beerwench.com 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.
For more information on Liz Crowe, please visit her website www.lizcrowe.com or www.brewingpassion.com (her author blog). She enjoys interacting with her fans on her Facebook author page www.facebook.com/lizcroweauthor. Information for all of her books, including eBook and print formats (where available), can be found on her Amazon author page.
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