Friday, August 12, 2016

Two books on Sale and Breaking Out available for Preorder

Wanted to let everyone know about my sale!! Breaking Free Book 1 and Breaking Boundaries Book 5 of the SEAL Team Heartbreakers are on sale from today until Sunday August 20th. So if you haven't read them snap them up while you can. 

BREAKING FREE Can a love-shy physical therapist with a fragile self-esteem and a commitment wary Navy SEAL plagued by guilt, discover the man responsible for her brother's injuries? Or will loyalties forged on the battlefield prove more binding than the truth? Or their love?

Corporal Callahan Crowes returns home missing part of a leg but pledges to live every moment to the fullest.  Reeling from her fiancĂ©’s infidelity, Kathleen O’Connor accepts a job far away from the pity of friends and family and puts romance firmly behind her. But when Kathleen’s life is threatened, she discovers there’s more to a man than two good legs—it’s the size of his heart that counts.


Navy SEAL Zach O’Connor was dumped while he was deployed on a high-risk mission, and the fallout from the breakup nearly cost him his career. Never again will Zach allow his feelings to make him lose sight of what really matters. Not even when his attraction to Piper Bertinelli makes him long for the very thing he’s vowed to avoid.

Violence and heartache have nearly shattered Dr. Piper Bertinelli’s life, and the last thing she needs is to be attracted to a military man scheduled to deploy. Though all Zach wants is a distraction instead of a commitment, Piper is unable to resist the charismatic Naval officer. He makes her feel safe, something more seductive to her than him being a SEAL.

When an overzealous policeman from Piper’s past comes after her, Zach has to make a decision: walk away from the woman who's cracked the shell he built around his heart, or stick by her and possibly risk his career.

And there are other hurdles to face: the family who drove Piper away, but whose secrets may hold the key to understanding why her father was killed.  And someone who’s a greater danger to Piper’s life than an angry cop. The man responsible for it all.  


Sunday, August 7, 2016

Breaking Out is available for Preorder and Other Important News

I'm thrilled to announce Breaking Out (Book 6 of the SEAL Team Heartbreakers) is available for preorder. The release date will be October 10, 2016.  It is a big book. 135,426 words with two romances and two feuding families, as well as a suspense plot line to liven everything up, and a mystery to solve. In other words, my usual everything but the kitchen sink plot line.

Cal and Kathleen from Breaking Boundaries are back in this one. And their love story continues with a little family drama directed by Cal's family.

SEAL Zach O'Connor, aka. Doc, has finally found a woman who may be his match, Piper Bertinelli. But she has some serious trouble with which  he'll have to help her deal. You'll find him as Alpha male and masculine as the other guys in my series. To give you a hint as to his character... In his words, "I'm used to running toward trouble instead of away from it." That pretty much says it all.

Here's the final blurb:

Navy SEAL Zach O’Connor was dumped while he was deployed on a high-risk mission, and the fallout from the breakup nearly cost him his career. Never again will Zach allow his feelings to make him lose sight of what really matters. Not even when his attraction to Piper Bertinelli makes him long for the very thing he’s vowed to avoid.

Violence and heartache have nearly shattered Dr. Piper Bertinelli’s life, and the last thing she needs is to be attracted to a military man scheduled to deploy. Though all Zach wants is a distraction instead of a commitment, Piper is unable to resist the charismatic Naval officer. He makes her feel safe, something more seductive to her than him being a SEAL.

When an overzealous policeman from Piper’s past comes after her, Zach has to make a decision: walk away from the woman who's cracked the shell he built around his heart, or stick by her and possibly risk his career.

And there are other hurdles to face: the family who drove Piper away, but whose secrets may hold the key to understanding why her father was killed.  And someone who’s a greater danger to Piper’s life than an angry cop. The man responsible for it all.  

An Unedited excerpt: 
Zach held the loop of the leash in one hand while he held the strap straight up and short, just as she would have instructed him to do. He guided Gracie down the hall. He was patient with the limping dog, allowing her to walk at her own pace. Piper doubted he could move much faster himself.
Why were men so stubborn?
Once they were outside Gracie raised her head and sniffed the air. She seemed to heave a sigh of relief. She didn’t attempt to put any weight on the leg, though the cast kept her from bending her leg and displacing anything. She and Zach had almost done one full circuit of the small run when the dog finally squatted to pee. It was awkward to watch how she did it with the one leg stiff.
“Piper turned her attention to concerns for her patient. “I think one circle is enough, Zach. She’ll be slow for a few days until the trauma of the injury starts to heal.” She held the door for him to go through. “Do you have steps at your apartment?”
“No. It’s a floor level on the beach. It’s a four-plex. The three other guys who rent the other units are military, too.” He walked Gracie back through the kennel room and down the hall while she followed.
“Does your landlord have any issue with you bringing a dog in?”
“No, I called to ask this morning. He was good about me taking her until Master Chief comes home.”

“Good. I want to keep her here for three or four more days to be sure the hip and leg are doing okay. I’ll take another round of x-rays before you take her just to be certain there are no issues.”
He walked Gracie slowly back to her kennel, his limp very pronounced.
“That should give you a few more days to recover before you take her home.”
“I have crutches in the car. I’ll use them for a couple of days until this eases off.”
“You may need to get another x-ray just to rule out a break. Sometimes fractures don’t show up on the first x-ray.”
He unclipped the leash and bent to rub Gracie behind the ears. He looked up. “I’m okay, Piper. If I thought I wasn’t, I’d go in. We’re expecting a deployment and my team will need me.”
Her heart seemed to drop into her stomach. “How soon.”
“We won’t know until it comes down. It could be a week, a month, six weeks, we never know.”
So this is how he lived. What if something happened to him? What if he left and she never saw him again? Her throat hurt as she swallowed. There was such a presence about him, an energy. She’d never experienced such an instant attraction to anyone before, not even David. A jittery, needy feeling swamped her.
She knelt to urge Gracie back into the kennel and shut the door. She rubbed her hands nervously on the seat of her jeans as she straightened. When she turned to face him, she raised her hands and cupped his face.
Zach’s eyes settled on her in surprise, then darkened with heat, offering her encouragement.
As she rose on tiptoe, he bent his head and met her halfway. Their lips came together. Instead of pushing, he kept the pressure a light caress. He splayed a hand against the small of her back and urged her closer. He smelled like soap, something citrus and him. He strengthened the pressure of the kiss, and she looped her arms around his neck. Her stomach did a slow sensual roll as her body came into contact with his. He was solid and muscular, yet his lips remained tender, taking hers, then releasing them, then taking them again. Though he didn’t use any tongue in the kiss it still set off combustible longings in intimate parts of her body, and turned her legs to jelly.
When he raised his head and looked down at her, embarrassed heat warmed her cheeks. “I don’t normally kiss strangers.”
His smile was quick, and his eyes lit with amusement. “I’m not a stranger anymore.” He gave her lips one more brush with his.
The tingle of arousal inside her ramped up to torment level. No, he wasn’t a stranger. She took a step back and ran her hands down his shoulders to his chest, then dropped her hands to her sides. She looked at anything and everything but him.
He took pity on her and asked, “Would you like to get some lunch before we go see Master Chief?”
She jumped at the suggestion. “Maybe a taco or something quick.”
“Good enough. I know just the place. It’s on the way to the hospital.”
After that build up, she wanted to go to her apartment with him.

But that wasn’t happening.  She’d jumped into something once, and it had been a horrible-horrible mistake. A mistake for which she and her family would never stop paying.

Here are the links where the book is available thus far. I'll be updating them as others go live.
Barnes and Noble:

Other news!!! 
I am writing a novella for Robyn Peterman's Magic and Mayhem Series.  Here's the link to her website it you want to check out all the things going on:

The title for my novella is  HAVE WAND, WILL TRAVEL  Hint: this is the name of my main character's detective agency.  
 I bow to my cover artist Tracy Stewart. She is fantastic. I'm so thrilled with my cover!!  

 The novella will be part of a release burst with fifteen other authors. I'm so thrilled to be a part of this. And honored to be among those invited to write for the series.   Release for this project will be in October as well!

More news!!! 

Marliss Melton has a new book out and since I read all her books I thought I'd share the information here. 

Here's the blurb: 
Master Chief Rusty Kuzinsky has thrown his heart and his savings into preparing a warrior’s retreat. Never Forget is a special place for SEALs to find solace and to heal after grueling operations like those he endured his entire career. Just as his first guests are due to arrive, a military war dog suffering from PTSD lands in Rusty’s lap, requiring attention he simply can’t spare.

NCIS Special Agent Maya Schultz has her hands full raising a teenage son while investigating crimes taking place within the military. When Rusty offers her son a summer job caring for his new dog, practical Maya can’t tell what’s more dangerous—the crazy dog or her attraction to a man who witnessed her husband’s death ten years ago…and claims to see him, still.   

But when danger threatens Maya’s remaining family, Rusty’s special gift and his unhinged dog become her only defense against a suspect who’ll do anything to avoid going to prison. With time running out and life or death at stake, Maya has to choose whether to follow her head as she has always done or to trust her heart this time.  
Here's Marliss's contact information: 

Thank you, Thank you for being a reader of this blog and my books.
I appreciate each and every one of you. 
Read on!
Teresa Reasor 

Monday, July 4, 2016

Revisiting Breaking Away book 3 of the SEAL Team Heartbreakers Series (an excerpt)

I've been writing so much I lost track of time and wondered why my husband was home yesterday until he reminded me. So I'm celebrating the week with a book cover reveal and an update on my progress on the next book, BREAKING OUT. 

The book has reached the 100,000 word mark and I'm attempting to wind up the loose ends and give it that crash-bang, super stupendous ending it needs and deserves. Here's the cover incase you haven't seen it yet. 

I'm not going to post a blurb because I'm in the process of rewriting it. The book took a turn that was totally different than I expected and I need to put more of the conflict into the blurb. So I'll be posting it later. 

I'm revisiting Breaking Away and posting an excerpt because I reread part of the book and thought to myself, darn who wrote that. And of course it was me. LOL. 

Sometimes we writers write so much that we forget how much effort and passion we've put into a project until we revisit and reread it for ourselves. When we do that,  it's all fresh and new to us just like it is to you readers because we haven't read it in a while. 

Flash steps into Breaking Out to help Zach out and Kathleen and Callahan from Breaking Boundaries are back in this one, too, along with Zoe, Hawk and Bowie. And just a hint... Bowie lets slip something in this one that will clue you readers in on what he's all about.  So revisiting the guys drew me in to read a little of Flash's book because I love him so much. Then I thought. I've got to post an excerpt on my blog. So here it is.

An excerpt: 

He nodded, the movement brief. “Several parts of your body can be used as a weapon.  Head, hands, elbows, knees, and feet. And several parts of your attacker’s body can be your target. Eyes, ears, mouth, nose, throat, stomach, groin, knees, ankles, and toes. The key is not to be afraid to go after them with everything you have.”
Could she do that? Go after someone with no holds barred? Her non-aggressiveness might be what allowed Will to target her in the first place.
Sam shifted her weight, and nodded. “I can learn to be aggressive. I’m not going to be a victim ever again.”
“Good.”  Tim smiled. “This won’t come easy to you. You’ll have to practice after you get the hang of it.”
He demonstrated how to use her hands like weapons, using her fingers, thumbs and palm to do damage to the face, ears, and throat. Next he showed her how to use her hand like a hammer instead of a fist.
“Once you have your opponent disabled you run like hell to safety. Don’t allow the adrenaline in your system to make you too bold. You’ll be tempted to stick around and exact some payback, but when you’re facing someone bigger than you, it’s better to live to fight another day. Just get the hell out of there.”
“Is that what you did?” she asked.
“Not always, and there were times I regretted it. Especially when I was younger and on the street.”
She caught her breath. “Tim—”
He shook his head and looked away. “A lifetime ago. I was lucky. I picked the pocket of the wrong guy, and after he shook me so hard he damn near made my teeth rattle, he and his wife took me in. I’ll tell you about it sometime. Right now we’re concentrating on you.”
But she didn’t want to concentrate on herself. She wanted to know as much about him as he’d guessed about her.
When he moved around behind her again, she remained relaxed. “I’m going to put my arm around your neck,” he warned. His chest brushed her back as he stepped close.  “See the way this muscle is divided in my forearm?” He raised his arm, his other encircling her as he pointed out the division in the well-developed muscle.  “There’s a nerve there that’s particularly open to pain. Especially if you shove your beautiful, sharp chin down into it. To be certain you inflict enough pain to get the attacker to release you, loop your hands behind your head and force your chin down into that groove.”
With his arms encircling her, Sam couldn’t break away from the sense of safety and caring surrounding her. But she wanted more. She gripped his arm with both hands and leaned back to rest her head against his shoulder.
The CD clicked off.
For a beat, then two, Tim remained still. He shifted his weight and aligned his body with hers. He lowered his arm to encircle her upper shoulders and hold her. His other went around her waist, and his hand splayed against her abdomen. He caught his breath and rested his chin against her hair, the warmth of his breath caressing her ear. She shivered.
“You’re losing focus.” His voice held a husky note it hadn’t had a moment before.
With his body pressed so firm and masculine up against her from behind, and his hand resting so familiarly on her belly, tantalizing tremors worked their way through her lower limbs. A wonderful, empty ache settled between her legs. She fought against the urge to push her hips back against him.
Swallowing to relieve the sudden dryness of her throat, she said. “I think I need some time to digest everything you’ve shown me so far.” She turned to look up at him. Her gaze snagged at the masculine angle of his beard-darkened jaw, then his lips, no longer tightened in concentration but parted. When her gaze finally rose to meet his, his hand curved around her hip, his thumb resting along her pelvic bone, sending jets of sensation downward to tempt her.
A flush rode the crest of his cheekbones. His eyes darkened, his pupils expanded, leaving a rim of cerulean blue electric with emotion. The hot, slumberous desire she read on his face stole her breath. Her body clamored for her to turn against him, guide him between her legs and let nature take its course.
But those fierce moments of anxiety she’d experienced earlier lay too fresh in her mind. When they made love she didn’t want fear to have a part in it. “How about some ice cream?” she managed, her voice dwindling to a whisper.
Tim’s throat worked as he swallowed. He drew a deep breath. The tension in his body relaxed by degrees, and a wry smile tilted his lips. “Sure. I could use something to cool me down.”

In case you haven't read the book and are interested I'm posting the blurb and the links where you can purchase it.

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When lone wolf, Navy SEAL Harold “Flash” Carney agrees to act as an undercover operative for the FBI in an international smuggling sting, he revisits a past he hoped to leave behind forever. During the sting his handler is killed. Neck deep in a double cross and cut off from his team, Flash goes on the run with only his training to keep him alive.

Samantha Cross is desperate to leave her past as a battered wife behind, but her ex-husband is attempting to gain custody of their daughter, Joy, to keep them in his life. When her ex turns stalker, Sam is determined to do whatever it takes to protect her daughter and break his hold over them for good.

Despite their mutual wariness, Samantha and Flash are drawn to each other. But trust comes hard. When the walls both have erected start to crumble, trouble surfaces from all fronts, and Flash has no choice but to break away from the ingrained habits of a lifetime to save the one thing he’s always wanted and thought he’d never have—a family.

I'll keep you posted on the moment I type the end to BREAKING OUT. I can't wait to do it myself. I'll be putting it up for preorder as soon as I send it to my editor. So be on the lookout if you're interested. And I'll be posting some excerpts soon! 

Happy Reading and Happy Fourth of JULY!!!

Teresa Reasor 

Monday, June 20, 2016

History Following A Book Can't Be Changed, So What comes next?

In April I released a box set/trilogy of the three parts of my Highland Moonlight Spinoff Series, To Capture A Highlander's Heart. I had just finished the third installment To Capture A Highlander's Heart: The Wedding Night and was eager to get all three parts together in one set.  My cover artist Tracy Stewart gave me a kickass cover and I couldn't wait for readers to see it. 

I rode the high of having finished the three part series because it was well overdue and I was thrilled with the full length book and my hero.  I wanted to give my readers a really good finish to the series for waiting so long for it. Life had interrupted again and again and I'm a slow writer. 

After about a week I found a little depression kicking in. Not because I wasn't pleased with the book but because, knowing the Scottish history I had based the book on, and the year I had set it in, I was aware of what followed only a few years later after my character's story had been resolved.  I kept dwelling on it, worrying over it, and feeling a kind of grief for them. So I decided to write about it on this blog. 

We writers get so attached to our characters they become real people to us. And I've been attached to the characters in this series for a long time. Especially Lady Mary and Lord Alexander. They were the beginning as a published author for me because their story was my first published book, Highland Moonlight.  

I fell in love with Gabriel during Highland Moonlight and always wanted to give him a Happy Ever After.  Grace was such a sympathetic character I wanted to explore her situation a little more and see how much she could grow, so I decided to put them together. They were such complete opposites. Gabriel was a warrior, big, bold, handsome, and Alexander's right hand man. Grace was Lady Mary's maid, diminutive in stature,  meek, mild, innocent, and waiting to be awakened to both love and the possibilities of what more she could be. 

After I had finished The Wedding Night what followed the resolution of story kept eating at me. 

In 1330, during Grace and Gabriel's story, Robert the Bruce had already died and Thomas Randolph, Robert's nephew, the Earl of Moray, had been placed as Regent of Scotland because Robert's son, David II, was only five. As acting king and David's guardian, Moray was a just and nobel ruler, much loved and admired by the Scottish people.  He was known as the "good Regent".

During 1330 Scotland was still basking in a brief peace but still on constant guard against attack by the English. That peace would only last two more years. In 1332 Edward Balliol led an attack against Scotland once more, and Thomas Randolph died on his way to lead the charge against the invasion. 

His death was devastating for Scotland.  In years to follow, the English invaded and waged such a campaign against Scotland they nearly decimated the Lords of the peerage, and challenged the structure of Scottish leadership. Following the invasion, the young king David was imprisoned by them for years.   

Having written about Sir Thomas Randolph and having my character's meet and interact with him, I felt grief at knowing he would only survive a short time after Gabriel and Grace's marriage. And that led to the knowledge that Gabriel, Lord Alexander, his brothers, Duncan and David, their father Lord John Campbell, Laird of the Campbell clan, and all the men they led would more than likely march into battle against the English. 

I found myself worrying about their survival, the survival of their clan.  In The Wedding Night, Lord Thomas, demands Gabriel be prepared to rise and follow him into battle should the need arise, in return for being allowed to stay peacefully wed to Grace. He would not have denied the call, nor any other leader in the Scottish realm. They would have risen and called to arms every man within their power to stand against the English. 

I know my characters are not real people. But they represent the real people who lived and died in a struggle of survival and a quest for Freedom against tyranny. Real people who continued to push on and carry their heritage forward. 

So, now I have to worry about what turn each one of my character's lives may have taken after rising to Lord Thomas's call. Who may have died on the battle field, who may have been stripped of their land, how they may have been punished.  And because I had written most recently about Gabriel, the warrior who had covered Lord Alexander's back while he fought at Robert the Bruce's side, the man who had lived by his sword.  I could see where his future lay.  And I worried about he and Grace's happiness. I worried about all the Campbells I wrote about. I still do. And my mind keeps coming up with challenging, worrisome scenarios and hoping the best for them.

For we writers, even when our characters are not being read about by readers, their worlds continue to move on. They do not live in a static bubble. Their history, their lives continue on and we continue to revisit them. I may have to write another book in the spinoff series just to put my mind and heart at ease.

If I do, it will be Duncan's story. It's time for him to stop being the medieval playboy and take on some responsibility. To become a leader. And by the time that takes place, Scotland will be in dire need of many.

How do you as readers feel about the characters you become attached to? Do you worry about their future as much as we do?

I'd love to hear from you.

Teresa Reasor

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Scotland is Timeless

Everyone who has read my blog knows I've been to Scotland. It was the trip of a lifetime and I enjoyed it so much. The country is beautiful. The light there makes it impossible to take a bad picture. And the people are lovely.

We have glorious mountains here in our country. Here in Kentucky, they're huge but nothing can compare to the mountains in Scotland. They truly look like they've been carved by giants. They were actually carved by glaciers moving across the landscape.

I intend to return there one day.

My book Timeless is set in Loch Maree, Scotland an area in the heart of the Highlands. My friend Mitsi and I went there for a day just so I could see the area and scout out the place. But I wasn't disappointed. It's gorgeous there. People were everywhere, hiking and fishing.

If you'd like to learn more about the area. you can go to this blog I posted when we got back from the trip.
It's a beautiful place and just right to set a story in. I wrote about the Pub/Inn we saw there.

I wanted to get the feel of the place and the people of Scotland and I think I captured it.
I'm posting an excerpt from my book Timeless that is more than a paranormal romantic suspense but one of those special cross-genre books that has timetravel, reincarnation, and science fiction, as well as action and romance in it all blended together. So here it is.

Loch Maree, Scotland 2011
Don’t panic. Don’t panic.
The mantra played through Regan’s mind like a prayer as she propelled herself through the turbid water with strong even kicks. Heavy sediment clouded her range of vision and gave the water a greenish cast. It reflected back the feeble glow of the watertight dive light she held clamped in her hand. The grayish scales of a lone fish sparkled as it swam within the small, illumined circle, then darted away along the brown bottom of the loch.
It looked as though she’d been dropped on a waterlogged moon, desolate and distant. Her face ached from the cold temperature of the water, but her dry suit kept her reasonably protected. She forced herself to stop and take stock of the situation. She’d lost her dive buddy, Henry, in the haze, but still had her compass and remained on course. Her heart beat hard against her ribs, and she tried to slow her breathing. He’d been right beside her only moments before. Where could he be?
She checked her depth gauge. She’d been at a hundred and forty feet for nearly five minutes searching for him, four minutes longer than she should have stayed. She’d have to surface soon. Five minutes on the bottom could eat into the air she needed to decompress.
He’d be looking for her, as she’d been doing for him. She should have never pushed him to dive with her. Her desire to see the stones may have put Henry’s life at risk. And her own. She had to find him.
Regan looked at her tank pressure. Would he continue on to the site before surfacing? She could make it to the location and see if he’d made it there.
The loch bottom rose in a knoll with little vegetation. Regan swam up and over the rise. The ground dropped steeply away, giving the sensation of a bottomless maw opening up to swallow anyone or anything that swam over its lip. An electric fission of renewed fear raced down her body. Her sense of isolation intensified. She heard her father’s voice in her head. Stay calm. She turned her attention to the task at hand.
She had to be close to the cofferdam. The dark blue panels of the structure should be right before her. How could anything that stood two hundred feet tall and stretched half the length of a football field be so difficult to find? She resisted the urge to look up. In her current situation, the sight of so much water overhead might make her fear worse. She already found it difficult to control her breathing.
Checking her wrist compass again, she found the needle bouncing back and forth erratically. She gave it a vigorous shake then held it as still as possible. There was something wrong with it. Had it been somehow damaged on the flight to Scotland? She swallowed back the panic that threatened to close her throat. What more could go wrong during this dive?
If she found the cofferdam, she’d find something onto which to tie her emergency line. She followed the concave edge of the drop-off for a short distance. Through the cloudy water rose the dark corrugation of the cofferdam. She quickly swam forward and rested a rubber-gloved hand on the metal. The height and breadth of the structure appeared like a benevolent mountain looming over her. Constructed of interlocking vertical steel pilings, the temporary dam gave the impression of blocking out what little light permeated the water overhead.
Dirt and stone littered the landscape along its side. Had the process of sinking the metal sheets bubbled up the debris, or had some other more natural occurrence caused it?
The water made the structure appear to lean toward her. Dwarfed by the dam’s looming height, she struggled to suppress her cloying claustrophobia. She swung her dive light back and forth, searching for any sign of Henry. The ground gave way to a long downward slope. She drifted, following the deep ruts cut into the bank.
At the sudden inexplicable increase in the water temperature, she hesitated. It didn’t feel like a natural current, but warmer, like a hot spring. Had the seal along the wrists and ankles of her dry suit broken, she would be experiencing the chill of the water, not a surge of warmth. For a moment, the circle of illumination her dive light provided seemed to expand as some of the sediment cleared. Worry brought a hollow emptiness to the pit of her stomach. Where was Henry?
She couldn’t search any longer. She’d secure an emergency line, release her buoy, and follow it up. And hope and pray Henry had already surfaced. She looked below for something on which to fasten her line.
Just beneath her, white PVC pipes delineated a grid around the site. Nearly all the squares blocked in showed signs of digging. In the center of the underwater dig, a long, rectangular object, gray-black in color, lay on its side in the mud. It appeared that the hieroglyphs marking the surface of those already recovered were absent on this one. That couldn’t be right.
Regan swam down and rested a gloved hand on the block. A cloud of sediment kicked up obscuring visibility, but the deep recessed edge of a design became evident beneath her fingertips. Her satisfied sound forced bubbles from her mouthpiece past her ear.
Water and mud sealed off the stones protected by the cofferdam above ground. And until the scaffolding was completed, she could only view them from a distance. But these she could touch. And what could it hurt?
Regan pulled loose her glove and tucked it beneath her weight belt. The water temperature seemed warmer than when she had entered the loch. The pitted surface of the rock felt slick and slimy.
The sensation of warmth intensified to a prickly static that tingled almost painfully against her bare skin. She tried to lift her hand and break the contact, but her palm felt welded to the top of the stone. Fear bit into her, sharp as an eel’s teeth. Pinpricks traveled with liquid speed up her arm to her shoulder and across her chest. Was she having a heart attack? Was she experiencing an embolism?
Burning heat raced to the rest of her extremities. A current of power surged like electricity through her entire body. Energy hummed along her nerve endings like a dance of fire until it reached her groin. Regan groaned as an orgasm hit her with such intensity she bowed her back. Jets of sensation rolled outward from the very depths of her body. She remained locked to the stone, yet she was projected someplace else as well. In an instant her consciousness splintered.
The water cleared, and blue sky appeared above her. She drew a deep breath. The smell of burning peat, strong and acrid, settled on her tongue. She was home. In the distance, stood a stone hut, its roof thatched, and smoke curling from the chimney. Home. The familiar sight sent joy spiraling through her. Her heart beat with excitement as she waded through the tall grass, the blades catching at her skirts and pulling at her stockings.
Quinn Douglas awoke with a start, a strangled cry on his lips. It was just a dream. He squinted against the glare of the setting sun and threw up a hand to block it. The fishing pole he held in his right hand hung slack. He straightened his neck and grimaced as the crick hit him. God, his sleep deprivation was worse than he’d thought if he could fall asleep sitting on deck fishing. His heart drummed against his ribs. His hands shook as he reeled in the line and set aside the pole.
Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees and rubbed an unsteady hand across his face. Jesus, the sodding dreams were killing him. He hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep since he and his crew had arrived at this bloody place. All night he searched for some illusive thing he’d lost. Or he awoke painfully aroused craving the woman’s body he’d dreamed of. Who the hell was she? Some composite woman his subconscious had invented or someone he’d seen on the telly?
This dream had been especially weird. She had lain still in a clear pool, her eyes staring up at him. A shudder racked him. It reminded him too much of his parents. Their eyes had been open, empty, staring. Looking into the unknown.
He struggled against the loss, abandonment and anger that accompanied the memory.
A stiff breeze whipped across the deck pushing against Grannos’s hull. The two hundred and thirty foot salvage vessel pulled against its anchor, but barely rocked. The rain-laden air smelled crisp and cool. A storm would reach the area by evening.
He turned to look over his shoulder, eastward where the lumbering mass of Slioch Mountain stretched rocky and barren behind him. Its drab gray-brown contrasted with the thick cluster of deep green Scots pines nestled at its base. Since it was Sunday, the diving crew hired for the dig were ashore. They had planned a hike on Slioch. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about them depressurizing and boarding during a storm, but they might get wet anyway.
His focus shifted to the dark blue steel cofferdam constructed only sixty-eight meters from where Grannos lay anchored. The structure shot four meters into the air above the water line. Its interlocking panels held back the loch and kept it from flooding the area until a more permanent structure was devised.
The constant sound of the pumps inside the cofferdam bounced across the loch. Jets of water spewed over the side of the structure into Loch Maree, churning the water and spreading a strip of mud across its surface. The silt made visibility miserable below, but it hadn’t kept him from catching enough trout for dinner.
Along one side, the land sloped, allowing him to see the edge of one stone and part of the lintel that rested atop it. Uneasiness churned in the pit of his stomach every time he looked at the place. He rubbed the back of his neck and rolled his shoulders trying to release the tension of his muscles and the crick in his neck.
Staying aboard Grannos for a few hours of quiet and privacy had been a good idea, even though he’d ended up stewing all afternoon about the dreams and the bloody rocks. Why did he find the limestone slabs so disturbing? He’d made a journey to Stonehenge some years past and had experienced no sense of wariness or discomfort there.
His cell phone rang and he fished it out of the case on his belt and looked at the number. He swore, then replaced the phone without answering. Marissa could call until doomsday. He wasn’t interested. He was working on the biggest archaeological dig since Stonehenge, and she’d been turned away. There was justice in the world. A wry grin twisted his lips.
He lifted the cooler next to him and carried it aft to the worktable bolted to the deck. With a knife from the galley he began cleaning and scaling the fish. A clanging of metal against metal drew his attention and he laid aside the blade. He moved to the rear of the boat and looked over the rail to the diving platform.
A diver shoved a large underwater dive light across the metal scaffold out of the way, then grasped the railing of the stage and attempted to drag himself aboard, his movements clumsy. Quinn removed the panel that sealed off the platform from the deck and stepped out. Grasping the man’s tank harness, he added his strength to the diver’s and wrestled him onto the scaffold.
The diver ripped the mask from his face and looked up at him, his eyes wide. “Is Regan aboard?” His accent, distinctly American sounded clipped. His freckles stood out against the paleness of his skin like splotches.
“No one’s aboard but me,” Quinn answered.
“She’s in trouble. I know it. We got separated and visibility is terrible. I searched for her for nearly five minutes. But you can’t see shit down there. I finally had to break off to surface.”
Concern ripped through Quinn. “How long have you been down?”
“Twenty minutes.”
Quinn swore under his breath, his mind weighing possibilities. “How much gas did she have?”
“She’s got double eighties.”
“To what depth were you diving?”
“We were aiming for a bounce dive of fifteen minutes at two-hundred feet. But it’s already been longer than that.”
Quinn swore again. Sodding foolish girl. God save him from reckless Americans. “What’s the position you were aiming for?”
“The stones.”
Quinn stared at him. Dread tightened his shoulders and brought a thickness to his throat. He’d known the damn rocks would be the death of someone. More than likely he’d find the lass drowned, if he found her at all. Jesus. A clammy sweat broke out on his skin. He didn’t want to do this. But there was no one else.
“I’ll get my gear.”

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Archaeology student, Regan Stanhope, lands the chance of a lifetime when she’s chosen to work on a summer dig in Loch Maree, Scotland. The ancient monoliths hidden beneath the loch are the most important discovery since Stonehenge. And for seven hundred years, they have been waiting—for her.

Saturation diver Quinn Douglas is contracted to recover some of the megaliths from the loch’s bottom. The job will breathe life into the struggling salvage business he and his brothers are building. But from the moment he arrives, Quinn is plagued by dreams and feelings from a past he did not live. Or did he?

Regan and Quinn are drawn to each other as they research the monoliths and the reason behind their shared visions. But both sense something mystical at work, delving into their minds, manipulating their emotions. And when they finally discover the monoliths’ extraordinary secret, they know they must seal them away from those who are desperate to unlock their power. Even if it means remaining caught in a timeless struggle between the past and present forever.

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