Saturday, September 24, 2016

Cover Release!!! They are revealed! Timeless and Whisper In My Ear

My covers are revealed and here are some new excerpts for Timeless and Whisper In My Ear to celebrate. I'm sooooo excited!! They are both gorgeous covers and I think both represents what's between the pages within them VERY well. Pop over to my author page on facebook and read more excerpts from both books.  https://www.facebook.com/SEAL.Crazy/




A new excerpt for Timeless: 
The trail sloped down, the heavy growth of trees shielding the henge from view for a time. The foliage grew sparser and opened into a clearing.
Loch Maree provided a purplish-blue backdrop to the circle of twenty stones topped by lintels that stretched nearly the width of the inlet. A knoll of ground provided a natural dam holding back the water.
Braden led her beneath the crossbar spanning a narrow path between two of the stones. Atop the limestone altar in the center of the site sat her basket, the long stems of several plants sticking over the sides. The edge of her tartan shawl, bunched beside it, fluttered in the breeze. Braden paused in the shade of one of the slabs, a sudden wary tension in his stance.
Warm moist air looped around them. A prickling sensation fluttered over Coira’s skin as though a lightning strike had just dispersed. The smell of smoke lingered on the breeze. Braden’s grasp tightened upon her hand, holding her at his side.
More curious than alarmed, she ran a soothing hand down his arm. “Be at ease. There is nothing to fear in this place.”
She closed her eyes and embraced the power that lingered on the air like mist. Pulling away from Braden’s grasp, she walked clockwise along the edge of the circle. A low hum traveled through the bottoms of her feet to the top of her head, the vibration intensifying as she neared one particular stone. The Ogham designs carved into the pillar writhed black against the reddish light the setting sun painted upon the slab’s surface.
The air grew still and weighted with moisture. She tasted it, like dew, on her tongue. Her skin grew damp. The sound of the wind, the movement of the trees, her own breathing, ceased. Her ears felt full, as if she had climbed a tall peak and needed to swallow to clear them. What was about here?
“Coira—” Braden spoke behind her, his tone taut with wariness.
An area, head high, on the block wavered like something live wrestled within it. A bulge appeared pulsing, panting, as if the stone were giving birth. A shape thrust forward. Coira staggered back in surprise and fear, a startled cry torn from her.
Shoulders bowed, the figure stretched its neck back as though attempting to relieve the cramped pain of release. The head turned. A strange oval structure covering the top third of the face, a round disk covered the mouth with a black piece as thick as an eel attached to it. For a moment, the form retained the gray color of the limestone in which it was imbedded, and then the stone slid away like liquid leaving the flesh exposed. The features were feminine, her head, neck, and shoulders encased in something gray-black as a seal’s pelt. With a wiggle, and a sound like the release of suction, a single arm and hand flopped free reaching toward her.


Links and the blurb : 


Google play: http://bit.ly/1DfB2AE

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.





A new excerpt for Whisper In My Ear:
Drew motioned his band members on stage. “Ladies and gentlemen the rest of the band, Loud and Unbound. On drums is Rand Michaels.”
As soon as he reached him, Rand said, “What the fuck’s going on, Drew? You going solo now?”
The drummer’s anger vibrated off him like static. It underscored his unshaven, tattooed, rocker look. His attempts to live up to his own hype were getting old, though. Drew gave him a long look. “The natives were restless. Sam was worried they might damage the club.”
Rand scanned the audience. “They look okay now.” A heavy undertone of accusation sharpened his voice.
Drew controlled his expression, and his anger, with an effort. There was a time and a place for everything. Who knows what an act of violence on stage could set off in this audience? “Take your bow, Rand, and get ready for the show.” Drew threw out a hand toward the other two band members. “On base, Tony Cosimini. On guitar is Simon Fletcher.”
While the men were getting settled, Drew glanced toward the table of women he’d been watching. The blonde was halfway across the room, winding her way toward the door. Her hair swung from side to side, brushing the small of her arrow-straight back, her gait purposeful. For a moment, he was distracted by the lush curve of her jeans-encased hips, and the graceful way they swayed with every step she took. Where was she going?
His stomach tightened. His heart hammered.
She was leaving!
Why wasn’t she affected by his singing like the others? He had to find out. He had to stop her. He dodged the mike stand and leapt off the stage. Women surged to their feet and hands reached for him. Drew tugged free of one woman’s grasp, then another.
A brunette with big hair and a sultry expression ran a hand down the front of his jeans and gave his gear a painful squeeze. Jesus! Grasping her wrist, he pushed her into her seat and shoved past the next two who stood in his path.
His hand closed around the blonde’s shoulder and he swung her around. “Why are you leaving?”
Large blue-green eyes, the color of the sea, focused on his face, then widened in surprise. Her hair, a caramel color streaked with every shade of blonde from platinum to honey, tumbled forward to frame her high cheekbones. Her bow-shaped mouth parted in shock as she shrank from him.
He grasped her arm. “Don’t go.”
A high-pitched sound, piercing and sharp struck him like a blow. Pain lanced through the bones of his face, his teeth. He bent at the waist and covered his ears.
The frosted glass panes in the door shattered, throwing diamond-shaped pieces through the air and across the polished black and white tile floor. He threw up an arm to protect his face and twisted away.
Bedlam reigned as people sitting close by surged to their feet and ran toward the stage.
The sound ceased, cut off as suddenly as it had erupted. He straightened, panting. The aftereffects of the noise had left him dizzy. Even with his hearing blunted from the trauma, he heard the bottles of liquor behind the bar continue to tinkle like wind chimes, as though the glass retained a lingering resonance.
He turned to the door. What the hell was that? Was she okay?
An evening breeze wafted through the empty metal doorframe, carrying with it the smell of car exhaust.
The blonde was gone.

The links and the blurb: 


Google Play: http://bit.ly/1DYityV

Injured as a child, mermaid Katrina Lawson has adapted to living on land among humans. Denied the comfort of her water world, she’s stripped of her ability to transform and to hear. But the promise of a cochlear implant offers her a ray of hope. 

Drew Saunders is a creature no woman can resist: mystical, magical and musical. With a hum he can seduce women and make them slaves. When he meets Katrina he’s enthralled. But being unable to hear, she’s impervious to his charms. So he must work to build a relationship with her the human way.

Katrina’s doctor suspects there is more to her than scans and x-rays can detect. His obsessive fascination with her, places her and all aquatic species at risk, forcing her to make a horrible choice. Can she sacrifice the only true love she’ll ever know for the good of her species?


Read ON!! 
Teresa Reasor 

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Breaking Out another excerpt, Release Date October 10th!!

The edits for Breaking Out are done!!! The manuscript is in the formatter's hands and I'm in waiting mode for the release October 10th.

In celebration I thought I'd post another excerpt from the book.

Kathleen and Cal are back in Breaking Out to finish out their story line. I could have separated their story line as a novella, but I find it more interesting to write secondary story lines within the context of the larger picture. HINT Both the stories have something similar and run parallel to one another. So you're getting two love stories in one volume and a whole lot more.

Sherry looked up from printing out a receipt for a client. “I have a note for you, Dr. Bertinelli.” She extended the receipt and a bag of medication to the customer and waited for the man to leave. She picked up an envelope from beside her computer and extended it to Piper. Sherry lowered her voice. “It was mixed in with the mail delivered today, but doesn’t have a stamp or return address.”
Piper reluctantly reached for the envelope. “Thanks, Sherry. It’s probably just a note from a client.” She turned aside to tear open the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper. In bold, black words it read, Have you told your boyfriend about your past? The message drove the breath from her lungs and turned her stomach inside out.
She crumpled the note and envelope into a ball and darted into the bathroom off the reception area. Tears blurred her vision while sickness burned its way up her throat.
He knew she was back. He knew where she was. And he was coming after her again. She realized she was murmuring oh God, oh God, oh God and forced herself to stop. The crumpled note she still gripped made her feel sick every time she looked at it. But she couldn’t throw it away. It was proof he was planning to harass her again.
She slipped out of the bathroom and stumbled down the hall to her office, closed herself in and locked the door. Every muscle in her body jerked and she sank to the floor behind her desk and curled into the corner. She had to think. She had to plan what she could do.
As soon the trauma eased, the need to see Zach, to hear his voice, took over. Every moment she’d spent with him the last two days played through her mind. They hadn’t been out of each other’s sight from Saturday afternoon till this morning. They cooked together, walked the beach, showered together, bathed and cared for the dogs, and made love. The way he made love to her that morning played through her mind.
She gripped the corner of her desk, dragged herself to her feet, and fell into her desk chair. She checked the time. She only had thirty minutes until she could leave. She called the front desk.
“Sherry, I need you to page Dr. Dorsey and ask him to cover for me for the next half hour. I’m not feeling very well.”
“I saw you dodge into the restroom up here. Are you okay? Do you need a ride home? Tony’s here and can drive you.”
“No, I’ll be okay. I just need to go home and lie down.”
“I’ll buzz Dr. Dorsey right now.”
Two minutes later, Sherry buzzed her back on her phone. “He says he’ll check in on your surgical patients and for you to go on home.”
 “Thank you. I’ll let you know about my evening shift in plenty of time.”
“Okay, Dr. Bertinelli. Feel better.”
 Piper thanked her, opened her desk drawer, and got her purse. She crammed the note into her bag and got her keys.
She scanned the parking lot from the corner of the building. Was he here watching for her? The cars in the lot all looked empty. She hurried to her car and got in.
She had to tell Zach.
Her hands felt slick with sweat on the steering wheel as she wove through noon traffic toward his apartment, but she had calmed somewhat by the time she pulled into his driveway.
She caught the sound of Zach’s laughter, and instead of going to the front door she walked around to the back patio. The smell of grilled meat drifted to her on the ocean breeze. Using a long pair of tongs Zach flipped chicken breasts cooking on the grill. Gracie had a squeak toy in her mouth, Trouble’s favorite. She rolled on her back while squeezing the toy, making it chatter like a chipmunk.
Zach looked up from the grill and smiled. “Hey, you’re a little early.” He shut the top of the grill and limped toward her. Seeing her expression, he slowed. “What is it?”
She withdrew the crumpled envelope and paper from her bag and handed it to him. “This was left with Sherry, our receptionist, today. I saw him on Saturday at the grocery store, but…I was praying he hadn’t seen me. Praying he’d leave me alone.”
He smoothed the paper and read the words. His dark auburn brows locked in a V.
The dogs leaped to their feet, and Trouble let out a deep base bark.
Two men appeared from the driveway, both dressed in suits.
Piper caught her breath when recognition struck like a hammer blow.
No! The one-word denial caught in her throat even as fear wreaked havoc with every nerve and cell. She had hoped never to see him again in this lifetime. He sauntered across the yard to the concrete patio with the same confident swagger she remembered. Every muscle in her body locked and there was a metallic taste in her mouth. She realized she’d bitten the inside of her cheek.


BREAKING OUT (Book 6 of the SEAL Team Heartbreakers)
Available for PREORDER NOW!  Release Date October 10th


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.  

I hope you enjoyed the excerpt and are looking forward to the release as much as I am.

Teresa 

















Monday, September 19, 2016

Cover Reveal Saturday September 24th

I've just had two of my covers updated and I think they're absolutely beautiful. I thought I'd have a cover reveal on Saturday 12:00PM EST (NOON).  All you have to do to participate is like my author page on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/SEAL.Crazy/?fref=ts
and leave a comment about the covers. I'll be choosing winners for ebooks and posting them at 8:00PM EST.





The two books I've had covers done for are Timeless and  Whisper In My Ear. Both books are paranormal romances. But neither is just a straight genre. Timeless has some science fiction in it and Whisper In My Ear has some Urban Fantasy.  Here are the blurbs and some excerpts so you can get a taste of what they're like.  I'll put in some memes to wet your appetite too.



TIMELESS


Blurb: 
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.

Excerpt: 

“I don’t want to see you sacrifice yourself for a ring of rocks.”
“I won’t.” Coira’s promise to Braden came to mind. What if Quinn was right about Coira? A chill raced through her. She shivered.
Quinn reached for her. His fingers cupped the back of her head as he held her close.
The steady beat of his heart beneath her ear soothed her even as the caress of his fingers against the back of her neck did the opposite. She drew back to look at his injured hand. His lips brushed her forehead.
“Are you in pain?” she asked. “Not with the hand.”
She tilted her head back to look up at him. His expression, so somber, so serious, triggered feelings of both tenderness and sadness. She caressed his cheek. “Why can’t we get this right?”
“I don’t know.” He rested his forehead against hers. “I’m afraid for you. It makes me daft.”
The way his face looked transposed over the skull at the preservation lab came to mind. She shuddered and pressed close. “I am for you, too, Quinn.”
The soft tempting pressure of his mouth upon hers fed the need for more. As their tongues touched and twined she molded herself against him. It came as natural as breathing to share her lips, her tongue, her touch. His breathing was as ragged as hers as he broke the kiss.
“I need to take a shower and warm up,” she said, her voice swamped by so many different emotions it was impossible to sort them.
“I do, too.” His husky tone, sounded somewhere between a growl and a groan. He slid the zipper of her dry suit down. Regan wiggled free of the sleeves. He cupped her breast through her thermal underwear top, and she bit back a sigh as her nipple beaded beneath the pressure.
She ran a hand beneath his t-shirt to follow the contours of his stomach.
Quinn’s stomach muscles rippled and he caught his breath. “Jesus, Regan.”
She chuckled, hooked her fingers over the waistband of his jeans and tugged him toward the hall. “We can share the shower. I’ll wash your back, if you’ll wash mine.”
Quinn raised one thick black brow. “I can do that.”
His tone promised more, and Regan’s cheeks grew hot and her limbs weak. Her heart raced.
His green eyes, intent and dark, focused on her face. “I’ve had a recurring dream about peeling off your dry suit since that first night.”
An airless feeling blossomed beneath her ribs. “Now’s your chance,” she teased as she backed into her bedroom.

She slid back upon the bed and offered one leg.
A grin spread his lips as, one handed, he pulled first one boot free, and then the other. When he tugged on the first suit leg, the thermal underwear pants beneath went with it. Regan wiggled free of the other leg leaving her lower body bare except for a brief pair of bikini panties. He slung the dry suit over her desk chair and turned to run his gaze down the length of her legs.
Regan bit back a groan at the almost tactile response she experienced from the look on his face.
He dragged the sling from over his head and tossed it aside. He braced a hand on the bed to lean over her and rested his injured hand just above the briefs. His touch trailed downward over her mound to the inside of her thigh. Her fingers gripped the bedspread as titillating arousal nestled between her legs and settled like a feverish ache inside her. His name came out a choked whisper.
“How bad do you want that shower?” he asked as he shucked his t-shirt.
As her gaze swept the width of his chest and shoulders, the hair on his chest and the narrow line that disappeared beneath his jeans. Her mouth grew dry at the dark masculine beauty of him, and she swallowed. “Not at all compared to how bad I want you inside me.” She dragged the thermal shirt over her head baring her breasts.
Quinn’s eyes focused on them, and she ached to have his hands on her again, thereall over.
He popped the button on his jeans and peeled down the zipper.  



WHISPER IN MY EAR
Blurb: 

Injured as a child, mermaid Katrina Lawson has adapted to living on land among humans. Denied the comfort of her water world, she’s stripped of her ability to transform and to hear. But the promise of a cochlear implant offers her a ray of hope. 

Drew Saunders is a creature no woman can resist: mystical, magical and musical. With a hum he can seduce women and make them slaves. When he meets Katrina he’s enthralled. But being unable to hear, she’s impervious to his charms. So he must work to build a relationship with her the human way.

Katrina’s doctor suspects there is more to her than scans and x-rays can detect. His obsessive fascination with her, places her and all aquatic species at risk, forcing her to make a horrible choice. Can she sacrifice the only true love she’ll ever know for the good of her species?

Excerpt: 


“You smell so good.” Drew’s throat worked as he swallowed. His irises expanded and his tricolored eyes darkened with heat. “I can control some of it, but not all.”
The scent of his arousal intensified her need as powerfully as his voice did the human women he entertained. “I felt uncomfortable witnessing what you did to the other women.”
“Was that why you left?” He brushed her hair back over her shoulder, his fingers lingering against her bare skin as he traced the spaghetti strap over her shoulder.
Though his touch was light, the sensation it created trailed down to her breast. Her nipples tightened. Need writhed inside her, stealing her voice. Incapable of speech, she nodded.
“I don’t force it on the audience. They keep coming back of their own volition.”
“It’s an intimate intrusion,” she managed around the tightness of her throat. “And you’re using them.”
“No more than they’re using me. It’s a symbiotic relationship.”
Why couldn’t he understand what she was saying?
Realization hit her with the force of a tidal wave. Because it wasn’t in his nature to think he was doing anything wrong. He was a Siren.
In an attempt to break away from the sensual spell he wove, she spun away and put one of the straight-backed folding chairs between them.
His features, so definably masculine, became harsh. “What is it?”
“Can both your parents hear?”
“Yes.”
“Did your father seduce your mother with his voice? Or was

it the other way around?” God, she hated this frustrating backward two-step preternatural beings did when it came to sharing information about themselves or their families.
“My mother doesn’t sing. Not the way I do.”
“It was your father, then?”
“Not entirely. They’re both...” He hesitated, “...special.” What did he mean by that? Why couldn’t he come out and

tell her?
He turned his head to look at the door. “The guys are calling

me. I have to go change and get on stage. Are you going to stay for the show?”
She had promised him she would. But the need to put as much distance between them as possible stretched and clawed at her. Sirens weren’t exactly known for their deep relationships, or their faithfulness, only for their gift of seduction. And Drew had a strong gift.
If she stayed, would she be strong enough to resist him? Did she even want to?
Yes, she had to resist.
All the things that might happen if they gave in to one another raced through her mind. The good and the bad.
The response he triggered merely by standing close should be enough to warn her off. Her entire body ached with the need to press herself against him as tightly as she could get and let nature take its course.

He stepped forward until his knees rested against the chair seat. “Your scent is delicious, Katrina. I can almost taste it.”
His words painted a picture of his dark head between her thighs, his mouth on her. She tried hard to block it off. A sexual heat raced down from her head to her fingers and toes.
Drew’s cheeks flushed and his eyes darkened. “We have to discover where this can go.”
Her fingers tightened on the slick metal back of the chair, bearing down on it until the metal became hot and pliable. “We both know where it can go. It could be a disaster.”
“Or a blessing,” he countered. “Just give us a chance to get to know each other.”
She closed her eyes against the sensual persuasion of his masculine features, his muscular body, and tried to block out the scent of his need.
If Sid, in his human selfishness, couldn’t remain faithful to her, Drew Saunders in all his Siren glory certainly couldn’t. She needed her head examined. She was probably going to regret this.
“All right. I’ll stay.”

I hope you enjoyed the excerpts.
Join me on Saturday the 24th and check out my new covers and possibly win an ebook just from leaving a comment. 

Read on,
Teresa Reasor  

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Have Wand, Will Travel An Update, the Blurb, & $.99 Bargains


I've finished HAVE WAND, WILL TRAVEL. It's 34,421 words of fun and laughs.  I loved writing the novella, had the best time with my characters and several laugh out loud moments with them. 
The novella will be released October 19th with a group of other authors' novellas. Here's a list of the ladies involved. 


Here's a link to an earlier blog with links to free or $.99 books written by all the ladies. 


 I love my cover. Tracy Stewart my cover artist is fantastic. 


My witch Zaira has a unusual familiar. His name is Cerbie and he is a direct descendant of Cerberus the dog that guards the gates of hell. He's a stubby Jack Russell terrier with an attitude. Just like my daughter's dog Colby.


Here's the blurb: 

A soul-sucking wand, a witch, a vampire and a hellhound.  ‘Nuff said.   

Private detective and gifted witch Zaira O’Shea has built her reputation on her ability to always find her relic, magical device, or man. When the Witches’ Council hires her to find and return a stolen wand, she can’t refuse, and she’s eager to recover the device. Until the clues lead her to a vampire with fallen-angel good looks, and talents that don’t require a bite to lead her into temptation.

History professor and vampire Christophe Bakas has brushed off his cat burglar skills to steal a powerful wand for the Vampire Council, but only because they are holding his uncle hostage. When he meets Zaira, he hopes he’s found someone who’ll help with the rescue. But from their first teleportation he’s hooked on more than her flying skills.

The more they learn about the wand, the more Chris and Zaira believe neither council can be trusted with the dangerous device. With both councils closing in, they’re forced to go on the run. Only the vacationing Baba Yaga can help them make sure the wand isn't used to destroy the careful balance between witch and vampire kind. If they can find her.

Assjacket, West Virginia here they come. 

I wanted to thank Robyn Peterman for inviting me to write in her Magic and Mayhem World. It's been so much fun!!

Though this is my first Paranormal Romantic Comedy, I have written paranormal romance and urban fantasy before. I have 3 full length novels and a paranormal Steampunk short story (14,000 words) available. 



Deep Within The Shadows  $.99
Google Play: http://bit.ly/1H21xKN

Whisper In My Ear
Google Play: http://bit.ly/1DYityV

Timeless
Google play: http://bit.ly/1DfB2AE

An Automated Death $.99

Thanks for stopping by my blog. 
I appreciate you all. 
Teresa Reasor 

Thursday, September 8, 2016

A New Excerpt From Breaking Out! Available October 10th

BREAKING OUT  Book 6 of the SEAL Team Heartbreakers is available for preorder. Release date is October 10th.

An Excerpt:

She pushed the conversation away from her work. “I’ve been reading a little about what you do. Do you really deploy for six months at a time?”
“Yeah, sometimes longer, rarely less. And sometimes we spend weeks training out in the desert, or days training out there somewhere.” He nodded toward the water. “Or twenty-five thousand feet above, like on Monday. But then we’ll have spells where we’re working nine to five just like anyone else.”
“And you can’t talk about what you do.”
“Not where we’ve been, or what we do while we’re deployed, or even some of the training we do.”
Piper wiggled around to look up at him. She couldn’t imagine how anyone lived under such restrictions. “Doesn’t it get lonely?”
“Yeah, it does.” His green gaze shot past her out to the water. “You may want to try to keep your emotional distance and keep things light between us. Six months can be a long time.”
She experienced that dropping sensation in the pit of her stomach again. “Is that what you do, keep things light?”
“I’ve tried it the other way. A woman I was really serious about dumped me while I was deployed. She couldn’t take the separations. And she couldn’t wait to tell me when I got home because she was already pregnant with some other guy’s baby and needed to move on.”
A knot lodged in her throat. “How could she have done that?”
He focused on her, shaking his head. “I can give you quality instead of quantity, Piper. When I’m here with you, I’ll be here all the way. When I’m deployed, I have to be there, with no distractions. Otherwise I might put someone’s life in danger. My team’s, or mine.”
Hearing his dispassionate tone, the hard edge to it, made her ache for him. She’d seen the warmth of his smile, the amusement gleaming in his eyes when he told her funny stories, the generosity he was capable of. He’d saved Gracie’s life and was using his downtime to care for her. He’d offered to install better security hardware at the office. That hard edge didn’t fit in with the rest, but she understood how it had to be because of what he did for a living.
She rested back against him and felt the steady rise and fall of his chest. He was so alive. Had such energy, even injured. He made her feel alive again.
She cupped her hand over his, resting against the curve of her abdomen. She wanted to guide his hand lower and feel his touch between her thighs. The ache of need had her drawing a slow breath. She tried to concentrate on the movement of the water and think of anything else besides that, but her legs trembled and she gritted her teeth so they wouldn’t chatter.
“Are you cold?” Zach’s voice, low and husky, sounded like a growl against her ear.
“No.” She was on fire and he hadn’t even touched her. Just the idea was almost enough to send her over the edge.
She turned to look up at him. The intensity of his bright green gaze pierced hers, his throat working when he swallowed, then cupped her cheek and lowered his mouth to hers. The corded muscles of his neck, lay against her palm, and the rich feel and taste of his lips and tongue tangled with hers.
Piper’s bones turned to liquid, an exquisite lassitude taking possession of her muscles. His erection pressed against her hip. They were both breathing hard when he broke the kiss.
She smiled at his flushed cheeks and brushed her fingertips against his beard stubble.
His hand skimmed up her arm to her hand and he turned his lips against her palm.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this way,” she said.
“Me too.”
She doubted it had been three years for him. The pathetic dates she’d been on. The two men she’d really tried with had been in too big a rush to get to the finish line to realize she needed their patience as much as anything else. The one she’d tried the hardest with dumped her after a month. She had too many hang-ups. She was too much work in bed.
She truly believed it could be different with Zach. She wanted it to be different.
Zach wasn’t a drug-hyped twenty-two-year-old. He had control. He made her feel safe.


The 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.  


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