Sunday, August 30, 2015

Highlanders and Highwaymen Release party

Come join me at Sabrina York and Kerrigan Byrnes Facebook Release party tomorrow night. August 31st at 7:00 I'd love to see you there. https://www.facebook.com/events/896451653755837/




Here's the schedule for tomorrow!!!
I hope you'll come join us. 
Eastern Time Monday August 31th 10:00 am Surprise Giveaway 10:30 am Surprise Giveaway 11:00 am Tianna Xander 11:30 am Jerrie Alexander 12:00 am Karen Hawkins 12:30 am Stephanie Rowe 1:00 pm Karin Tabke 6:30 pm Tiffanie Bufford 7:00 pm Teresa Reasor 7:30 pm Jackie Delecki 8:00 pm Morgan O'Neill (aka Cary and Deborah) 8:30 pm Tiffinies Helmer 9:00pm Susan Stoker


I'll be giving away some signed copies of HIGHLAND MOONLIGHT


HIGHLAND MOONLIGHT 
Google Play: http://bit.ly/1MajR7E


Seduced and shamed by Alexander Campbell, the warrior to whom she is betrothed, Lady Mary Mac Lachlan flees to the Campbell stronghold of Castle Lorne and demands sanctuary from Alexander's father.

Though Alexander seduced Mary for her own protection and his men's, his actions have greater repercussions than expected. His betrayal destroys Mary's trust and his belief in himself as a man of honor. Determined to heal the breach, and claim Mary--who now carries his heir--as his wife, he follows her to Lorne and finds himself brought before a council of arbitration on charges of rape.

When Collin Mac Lachlan, Mary's father tries to coerce her into testifying against Alexander, Mary refuses. But when violence threatens to break out between their clans, Mary is forced to wed him to fulfill their betrothal agreement and save him from the executioner.

Amid the hostilities between their clans and the wounds inflicted on her heart, can Mary find the love and happiness she's always craved or will she discover she's been chasing a dream as illusive  as Highland Moonlight?

AND
CAPTIVE HEARTS



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


A witness to murder, a man unjustly jailed, will finding love and justice free these captive hearts?
Bent on seeing her family's murderers caught, Lady Katherine Leighton strikes a bargain with Captain Matthew Hamilton. They will wed just long enough for her to shed her uncle's hampering control and pursue the investigation her uncle refuses
to undertake.

Betrayed by one woman, Matthew doesn't trust the English beauty who offers him freedom from prison in exchange for wedding vows, but knowing it is his only escape, he agrees to the arrangement. From the moment their lips meet to seal the vows, a passion ignites between them they are eager to ignore.

When the savage highwaymen who killed her family come after Katherine, Matthew feels honor bound to keep her safe. But Katherine wants more than his honorable intentions. She wants his love…And she’s willing to fight to get it.


And I'll be giving away two ten dollar Amazon gift cards. One for answering a question about time periods while you let me plug my book TIMELESS:



TIMELESS (Paranormal Romantic Suspense) (21 five star reviews) and looking for more!

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.



And I'll be giving away another $10.00 gift card for downloading a free story. 

AN AUTOMATED DEATH (A STEAMPUNK SHORT STORY) FREE!!

After his wife’s death, clockmaker Alan Cartwright focuses all his energy on his work and his eight-year-old son, Brenton. Father and son bond by building a lifelike automaton, designed to resemble Brenton in looks and talent: The boy is an extraordinary artist. Before the automaton is finished, Brenton is run over and killed by a carriage driven by Sir William Tyndale, a decorated soldier and knight who lost his own wife and son during service in India. The accident leads to strange occurrences and an unholy obsession.

The automaton comes to life, communicating with Alan through written messages and drawings of the past and the future. Alan is convinced Brenton’s spirit possesses the machine and refuses to sell it. Sir Tyndale sees the likeness of his own dead son in the device and is determined to have it by any means.

Driven by grief and fatherly love, the two men are set on a collision course with the soul of a young boy trapped between them, and Brenton's reasons for possessing the automaton a mystery to them both.



So come join me and all the other authors at SabrinaYork and Kerrigan Byrne's Release Celebration!!

Teresa Reasor 


Saturday, August 22, 2015

Breaking Boundaries: A New Excerpt

Breaking Boundaries will be out September 15th!!! It is available for preorder now. I thought I'd share another excerpt in case you're sitting on the fence about purchasing it. My hero is to die for— even if I did write him.



The Blurb:

Corporal Callahan Crowes returns home from Afghanistan missing part of a leg and haunted by guilt over the loss of his men. He pledges to live every moment of his life to the fullest and works to build a career in the only field he knows besides being a soldier: construction.

Reeling from her fiancé’s infidelity and their broken engagement, Kathleen O’Connor accepts a job far away from Boston and the suffocating pity of friends and family. She puts romance firmly behind her, and, armed with her shiny new architectural degree, launches her career with a commercial construction and design firm.

Her first day on the job, she sees Cal risk his life to rescue a fellow worker, and is shocked when his act of heroism triggers an unwarranted attack on him from her supervisor. When she learns Cal may lose his job because of his leg, Kathleen urges him to use social media to fight the decision, putting her own job at risk.


The public firestorm pushes Cal into the limelight in ways he least expects, but shows him a missing limb’s not the barrier to love he's believed it is. But there’s something besides business politics brewing at work, and 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.


An Excerpt:

The way he looked at her as he ran a thumb along her cheekbone was enough to jumpstart her heart into a sprint and cause other parts of her body to tingle with anticipation. She propped her knee on his hip and pressed as close to him as possible. His bare skin brushing hers quickened the feelings. The promise of more rested against her thigh, so close to where she wanted it, she had to bite back a groan.

He kissed her, slowly, thoroughly, and with such tenderness and passion she felt it from the top of her head to the bottoms of her feet. She ran her hand up his back, then back down to the base of his spine urging him closer.

He raised his head. “What did you do with that box of condoms, Kathleen?”

Her mind completely blank, she glanced around the room before she spotted them on the chest of drawers across the room. “I’ll get them.”

She wiggled out from beneath him, tugging the tail of the shirt down over her butt.

“I’m looking forward to seeing you walk away from me in your thong, then coming right back to take it off again.”

She grabbed the box of condoms, then paused to study him. All those women who’d made him feel uncomfortable were fools.  She’d never had a man tell her his fantasies. When he did, he made her feel sexy and beautiful.

“I can do that now.” She knew men liked her breasts. She was more uncertain about other parts of her body. “Or…” She shrugged the shirt off first one shoulder, then the other, but caught it before it fell. She clutched the fabric so it rested just over her nipples as she turned to face him. She folded her arms and pushed her breasts together, giving him a show of cleavage. The shirt camouflaged all the areas she was less confident about and showcased the rest. She exaggerated the sway of her hips as she sauntered back to the bed.

From five feet away, she read the hawk-like intensity of Cal’s reaction. Her legs grew weak and she shivered with anticipation. Reaching him, she dropped the box of condoms on the bed.

He ran his fingers up the back of her leg, and the small caress ignited nerves, carrying the sensation on to more intimate places. “From the moment we first met I thought you looked like a movie star from back in the fifties.”

“Which one?” she asked, her voice losing its strength so it came out a whisper.

“Ava Gardner.”

“She was beautiful, Callahan.”

“Yeah. So’s the woman standing right here in front of me.” His voice was husky as he raised the sheet and said, “Come back to bed, Kathleen.”


Hope you enjoyed the excerpt! 
Read on,
Teresa Reasor 

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Breaking Boundaries (Book 5 of the SEAL Team heartbreakers) Prerelease and an Excerpt

As an author you never get over that big rush you get over finishing another book.
Then comes the hard part. Editing it.
But I don't think I'll ever get tired of what I do for a living now. I LOVE my job and I thank God every day I get to do it.

Breaking Boundaries, the 5th book in my SEAL Team Heartbreakers Series, is available for preorder. I never intended Breaking Boundaries to be a full length book, but the characters had a different idea. And their story line was such that there was no way I could tell their story in 35,000 words. So my readers get a 79,500 word full length book. I hope you'll like it. And it has Doc in it. I'm using this book as a kind of prequel to Doc's story so you, the reader, will get used to having his love interest call him Zach instead of Doc. And so you'll get a little more of his backstory.

Without further adu... Breaking Boundaries.



The Blurb:

Corporal Callahan Crowes returns home from Afghanistan missing part of a leg and haunted by guilt over the loss of his men. He pledges to live every moment of his life to the fullest and works to build a career in the only field he knows besides being a soldier: construction.

Reeling from her fiancé’s infidelity and their broken engagement, Kathleen O’Connor accepts a job far away from Boston and the suffocating pity of friends and family. She puts romance firmly behind her, and, armed with her shiny new architectural degree, launches her career with a commercial construction and design firm.

Her first day on the job, she sees Cal risk his life to rescue a fellow worker, and is shocked when his act of heroism triggers an unwarranted attack on him from her supervisor. When she learns Cal may lose his job because of his leg, Kathleen urges him to use social media to fight the decision, putting her own job at risk.


The public firestorm pushes Cal into the limelight in ways he least expects, but shows him a missing limb’s not the barrier to love he's believed it is. But there’s something besides business politics brewing at work, and 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. 

And an unedited excerpt: 
AFGHANISTAN
PROLOGUE



The squeak and rattle of the vehicle’s chassis as they hit another pothole in the dirt clotted road acted as a minor irritant compared to the hundred and twenty-degree heat inside. Corporal Cal Crowes, the driver, twisted the wheel to the right in an attempt to miss a hole big enough to bury a wheel and grunted in satisfaction when he straddled the pit.

“Fuck me!” Private Jasper Holland exclaimed. “Ollie Gunter deserves a fast trip to hell with a short poker.”

Cal started to laugh at the comment and decided he didn’t have the extra energy. The rolling oven they were currently traveling in, better known as a Humvee, slowly sapped the moisture from his body like a sauna. The two privates encased inside with him weren’t fairing any better. The only one in their foursome getting any relief was Private first class Neil Carter currently riding in the gun shield on the roof.

The dusty road stretched ahead as they worked their way toward the northern mountains.

 Jasper continued his grumbling, “Why couldn’t he fix our damn air conditioning before this patrol? 
He had twelve fucking hours.”

Though he had similar feelings for the mechanic, he needed to pull rank and head off the bitchfest. 
“Griping about it doesn’t change anything, Jazz. I’ll deal with it as soon as we return to base.”

“After eight hours in this fucking kiln we’ll be so dehydrated none of us will feel like taking on that shit brick,” Private Mitchell Ellison said in a deadpan, bitter voice.

Cal tracked movement as they passed a cart being pulled by a young boy heading in the opposite direction. His jaw tightened. Sweat rolled down his sides beneath his shirt, but it did nothing to cool the sensation of being baked inside his body armor. The window next to him beckoned with the promise of some small relief. With the possibility of having a grenade tossed into the vehicle or a lucky shot being placed by a sniper, they didn’t dare take the risk. “I’ll deal with Ollie.”

In the rear view mirror, Cal caught Ellison’s quick movement as he tossed a look behind them to the small convoy of vehicles following theirs. “I bet if we were SEALs Gunter would have fixed our vehicle,” Ellison murmured. “Those guys can get things done when they need it.”

The Special Ops eight man team, riding four to a vehicle in the convoy behind them had looked well armed and focused. Flash Carney, the sniper of the team and Greenback Shaker, had accompanied their Marine squad on more than one patrol when they sought to clear buildings suspected of harboring insurgents. They were the only two he knew.

Those guys probably fixed their own damn vehicle issues when they had to. Maybe if they were able to do the same, they wouldn’t be steaming inside the armored Humvee with the dismal breeze from above. The situation fed his anger and his voice took on an edge. “I put in the order. Gunter didn’t do the work and I had no control over that. I’ll have control over what happens when we get back, though. Now stow this shit and keep your eyes o—.”

A shallow depression, suspicious and threatening, lead up to the next pothole. Cal stomped on the breaks and swung the wheel sharply to the left in an attempt to miss it.

Sound roared through the vehicle pounding his eardrums, his brain. The front of the Humvee heaved upward. The steering wheel clipped his chin and snapped his head back.  His vision went white, then gray, faded to black.

He woke to a harsh ringing in his ears and the smell of smoke. He threw out a searching hand. Who was beside him? Jazz? He gripped the mesh on the man’s body armor.

Smoke billowed from the front of the vehicle. They’d been hit. They had to get out of the Humvee. 
He forced his eyes to stay open. Blood gushed from Jazz’s mouth to run down his chin onto his BDUs. The car’s engine sat in his lap pinning him to the seat.

God. “Ja—.” Cal’s jaw hung numb and useless. His mouth was full of marbles. He used his tongue to work them out. Bits of his own teeth hung off his chin.

The door beside him was jerked open. The rattle of machine gun fire sounded muffled as it burst from a few yards to the right. He reached for his sidearm and drew it. He had to protect himself, his men.

He focused in relief on the camouflage uniform within his vision. Thick red hair stuck out from under a Boonie hat. Dark green eyes, stony with purpose, scanned his face. A rust-colored beard covered the lower half of his face. The guy reached in and dragged him free.

Cal’s head pounded like his skull was being beaten to dust by a jackhammer. The world tilted and the sky, burning bright blue, blistered his eyes and he closed them as pain knifed through his brain.

“My men,” he tried to say and it ended up sounding like “M-mn.”

“Where’s that chopper?”

The words were still muffled, but he could hear them.”

“Fifteen minutes out.”

Bullets rattled and pinged off the smoldering remains of the Humvee’s chasse. Red threw himself over Cal to cover him, his body curved to hold his weight off of him as much as possible. An explosion sounded from close by and the shots ceased. Red pried the side arm Cal gripped away from him. “You won’t need this. You’re covered.”

“Bowie.” He flipped a length of stretchy rubber and a tongue depressor at the soldier beside him. 

“Get a tourniquet on that leg.”

Cal barely felt the needle Red jabbed into the bend of his arm. He hooked it up to an IV.

Whose leg? Was it one of the guys’? When Bowie knelt at his side, Cal realized it was his leg they were talking about. Where were his men? Jazz? Neil? Ellison?

Cal tried to turn his head in the direction of the vehicle, but the red headed guy gripped his face. He nearly screamed as the pain shot to the top of his head.

“Don’t turn your head. You have a broken jaw and maybe a broken neck.”

His body felt numb, but he could still move his arms and legs. “Mn.”

Red stopped what he was doing to lean over him. “Focus on getting through the next minute 
Corporal, then the next five. Keep breathing. You’re going to make it.”

By not saying anything about the others, he was saying they were dead. Ellison with his dry wit. Jazz with his soft Tennessee twang who tried his patience. Neil, the quiet boy from Oklahoma. They were gone.

The pain of it crushed his lungs and brought every injury he had roared to life. He couldn’t grit his teeth around it because his jaw wouldn’t work. Both his legs burned with agony. He choked out a groan as Red cut away his pants and applied pressure dressings around different parts of his legs.

When they lifted him onto a stretcher, he yelped in pain every muscle in his body clenching against it. His vision went white, then gray again.  “Stay with me Corporal.” The SEAL medic wrapped an ace bandage around the stretcher and his forehead, ensuring his head remained stationary.  “I can’t give you any morphine. You have a head injury. They’ll assess you at the hospital and give you something for the pain. You just have to hold on a little while longer.”

When the numbness began to recede and his injuries began to scream, five minutes seemed like an hour. His whole face ached and his eyes watered. His legs were on fire. Red crunched a chemical ice pack and put it to his face. The coolness eased the pain a tiny bit. He gripped the man’s wrist in gratitude.

A black hawk chopper came in low, spun around and landed in the desert a hundred feet from their location. The SEALs lifted the stretcher and carried him to it.

The rotor blades turned above, pounding him with air and jerking at his clothing. Three black body bags next to him rustled. He was flying back with the men he’d started the patrol with. Their faces, the sound of their voices rushed back to him in a kaleidoscope of pain. He’d turned the wheel to avoid the IED too late. The world had gone to hell. Tears streamed down his temples.

The medic on board the chopper reached across him and grabbed the IV bag from Red.

Flash, the SEAL sniper he’d worked with, leaned over him and gave his arm a squeeze. “You’re going to make it, Cal. Believe it.”

With the dead bodies of his men lying beside him, it was hard to believe in anything.


The book is available for preorder thus far at:

Don't forget any of the other SEAL Team Heartbreakers books available. 

Amazon: http://amzn.to/1ezAg50 
B&N http://bit.ly/QrnCxu 
Smashwords 
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Apple: http://bit.ly/OfgIJH
Google play: http://bit.ly/196eoj1

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?

BREAKING THROUGH Ensign Brett Weaver wakes from a month-long coma to discover he is being investigated for murder.
When Brett offers Reporter Tess Kelly information about SEAL training in exchange for an introduction to her father, she jumps at the chance. But the secret she discovers about Brett is just as newsworthy. Will her feelings for him prevent her from releasing a story that could destroy his SEAL career?

BREAKING AWAY Navy SEAL Harold “Flash” Carney is neck deep in a double cross, cut off from his team, and 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 has turned stalker and threatening to take her daughter.
Samantha and Flash can’t fight their attraction. Will trouble pasts destroy their love? 

BREAKING TIES (a SEAL Team Heartbreakers novella) Navy SEAL Oliver Shaker is blindsided when he learns that not only does his wife, Selena, have a life-threatening illness, but she’s also pregnant. Can the SEAL code he follows see them through?

BUILDING TIES 
Navy SEAL Brett 'Cutter' Weaver is on a mission to Nicaragua when he learns his bride-to-be, Tess Kelly, has been injured in a car bombing. He rushes home to find Tess embroiled in three controversial stories, and one interview at a time, they set out to catch a murderer.


 Read on,
Teresa Reasor 

Friday, May 15, 2015

A NEW RELEASE AND A SNEAK PEAK AT THE COVER OF BREAKING BOUNDARIES: A SEAL TEAM HEARTBREAKER NOVELLA

I want to thank all my readers. Without you my books would sit on the shelves and never be read. I can't tell you how grateful I am for each and every one of you.

And for those of you who share my releases with others,  a special thank you to you.

A NEW RELEASE!!! Deep Within The Shadows is available for preorder at $.99 at all retailers. I'll be keeping the price there for the first month.

My kickass cover (Tracy Stewart my cover artist is the bomb) has been entered in two contests. The Affaire De Coeur cover contest in the ALMOST KISS category. Check it out. Voting for the semi-finalists will be open to readers July1, 2015 and will end midnight July 15th.  I hope you'll get out and vote so DWTS can win!!

And on June 21-28 during Urban/ Contemporary Fantasy theme week it will be entered in the cover contest for the entire week. I'll be posting more info about this contest as it becomes available.





Here's the Blurb:

Welcome to Superstition, Kentucky

Twins Miranda and Juliet Templeton have been haunted by childhood trauma their entire lives. One has the reputation for being bold and rash, the other compulsively responsible. When both are viciously attacked within minutes of each other, they are forced to leave their differences behind in order to survive.

Caleb Faulkner has always loved Miranda Templeton. Her letters to him, during his deployment gave him a slice of home to hold on to. Even though they’re finally together, something is keeping her from acting on her feelings. When she and her sister are injured Caleb’s driven to protect them both. But all his military training can’t help him combat this danger.


Detective Chase Robinson is lead investigator for the murder of Tanner Newton. When the two hired thugs responsible for Tanner’s death are killed and Juliet, his only witness, nearly strangled to death, Chase is certain the crimes are connected. He decides to stay close to the twins so he can catch the real killer. But his police training is useless against his growing feelings for Juliet and what’s hiding DEEP WITHIN THE SHADOWS.


An Excerpt:

CHAPTER 1

Juliet Templeton scanned the patrons lined up at the bar waiting for drinks. Her hands flew as she packed ice into a glass and measured vodka in a jigger and dumped it in. She reached for the orange juice and tipped the jug.

“Have I told you this vampire-biker-chick look suits you?” Justin’s warm, moist breath brushed her neck. She flinched away, resisting the urge to elbow him in the gut. Orange juice splashed onto the counter. For weeks, since he’d been hired to bartend, he’d pushed for a date. He was doing it again tonight. With his shaggy mop of dark hair, clean-shaven, angular jaw, and hazel eyes, he could pass for Hayden Christensen’s cousin. Even with the Goth makeup turning his skin pale, he exuded sex appeal. Had her feelings not been deadened to it—to him—to every man, since—

“Look Justin. I don’t date anyone I work with. It causes too many complications. Move on to someone else.”

His smile wavered but didn’t quite die. “Maybe I’ll have to quit my job, then.”

She shook her head. I’m not worth the sacrifice. I’m trouble you don’t need. She slid the drink to the waiting customer and picked up his money.

A woman slinked up to the bar, her tight black strapless dress hugging her generous curves like a sausage casing. With arrogance and grace, she raised her hand in a demanding gesture. Juliet took a deep breath. She didn’t have the patience to deal with Justin and her, too. She nodded toward the customer. “Can you get her order? I need to ring this up.” She waved the money in her hand.

With a wry grin, Justin strolled down the workspace behind the bar, his shoes squeaking on the rubber mat.

Juliet heaved a gusty sigh. Maybe he’d hook up with Ms. Sausage and quit pressuring her. Hell, maybe they’d find true love together. She could only hope.

Her feet ached, as did her back, from nearly ten hours behind the bar. Even her facial muscles felt tired from smiling at customers. She just wanted to finish her shift and go home to a long, long bath and an empty bed.

She returned to the task at hand. The heavy metal beat from the stage pounded against her ears, drowning out the beep of the cash register as she keyed in the order. The base drum thumped in time with the headache throbbing behind her eyes. Jesus! She rubbed her temples. The rock bands Hector hired were usually more than loud enough, but for the last two weeks, The Skull’s music had been falling just short of an assault.

She scanned the dance floor where a strobe light captured the dancers’ stop-action gyrations. Not couples, but the group, the collective. They moved as one. She paused a moment, attempting to guess which were human and which had something to hide. The smoke machine backstage provided an eerie atmospheric backdrop for the band and the audience. Since they were already painted and garbed in Goth style, the special effects lent the patrons the look of extras on a Day of the Dead movie set.

The bar was the new happening hangout in Superstition, Kentucky. Business was booming. Tips were good. Unless you knew what to look for, it was difficult to sort the real from the imagined. Management strenuously encouraged the employees to dress a part. And the clientele.

Since the college had taken root, the sleepy little town of Superstition had begun to attract an interesting demographic. Very interesting.

The counter was sticky from orange juice she slopped while trying to fix a screwdriver and also avoid Justin’s latest pseudo-amorous efforts. She wiped her workstation with a damp sponge, tossed it in the sink, and turned her attention to the next drink order, a Primal Scream. The lead singer accompanied the order with a shrill demonstration. Juliet winced.

From the stage, a spotlight swept across the crowd and paused on the bar. Blinking against the harsh glare, she snatched up a bottle of Kahlua from the packed shelves. Its sweet scent momentarily dulled the flowery smell of her last customer’s cologne. The mirror behind the bar captured a brief glimpse of her pale face and exaggerated eye makeup.

A movement, a form, stealthy, fast, and gray, rose behind her in the glass. Cold feathered her skin and crawled across her scalp. The shape sprouted two very long arm-like appendages that looped around her. With a startled yelp, she twisted around to face the threat. The spotlight swung away.

Juliet blinked, blinded by the change in light. Her vision cleared.

Nothing. Nothing was there.

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Sneak peak at the cover for  BREAKING BOUNDARIES, a new SEAL Team Heartbreakers Novella. I love the cover. It projects the feel of the books of people having to break free of all the boundaries in their lives and reach for happiness. Look at that wall behind him. And my guy is Callahan Crowe in the flesh.


Here's the blurb:

Breaking Boundaries: 
Corporal Callahan Crowe arrives home from Afghanistan missing part of a leg and haunted by guilt over the loss of his men. With their memory in mind, he pledges to live every moment of life for them all. And despite having a prosthetic, he is determined to build a career in the only field he knows besides being a soldier: construction.

Reeling from her fiancé’s infidelity and broken engagement, Kathleen O’Connor accepts a job far away from Boston to escape the sympathetic fallout from friends and family. With her shiny, new architectural degree, she decides to launch her career with a commercial construction and design firm, and puts romance firmly behind her.

Her first day on the job, Kathleen witnesses an act of unfounded prejudice against Cal Crowes that disturbs her. When she learns Cal may lose his job because of his leg, Kathleen urges him to use social media to fight the decision, putting her own job at risk.

The public firestorm pushes Cal into the limelight in ways he isn’t expecting, and shows him a missing limb isn’t the stumbling block to love he's believed it is. And Kathleen discovers there’s more to a man than two good legs—it’s the size of his heart that counts.

Breaking Boundaries will be out in July!!!

And don't forget my other three paranormals:
They're available everywhere.



TIMELESS
 (Paranormal Romantic Suspense)
 When a marine archaeologist and a salvage diver discover the extraordinary power of ancient Celtic monoliths, 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
WHISPER IN MY EAR
(A paranormal Fantasy Romance)
Mermaid Katrina Lawson has adapted to living on land among humans. Though deaf, the promise of a cochlear implant offers her a ray of hope. 
Drew Saunders uses his voice as a tool of seduction, but because Katrina is deaf, he must work to build a relationship with her the human way.
But Katrina's doctor has discovered her secret. Will she have to sacrifice their love for the good of her species?
 

AN AUTOMATED DEATH 
(A STEAMPUNK SHORT STORY) FREE!!
 A young boy's spirit possesses an automaton he and his father are building to offer his grief stricken parent comforting messages. 
When the man who killed him becomes obsessed with the machine, he and the boy’s father are set on a collision course guaranteed to cause tragedy.


Read on,
Teresa Reasor