Friday, September 28, 2012

Breaking Through and Breaking Free, Thank You

First,  a heartfelt THANK YOU to everyone who has purchased my new release Breaking Through and the first book of the series Breaking Free. Your support and encouragement means the world to me!!


Breaking Through my newest release is currently 25 on Amazon's Romantic Suspense list!!!! It's you as readers who have pushed the book up on the list. Thank you for that.

I'd love to see it to number 1.  So if you feel so inclined PLEASE spread the word.

If you've read the book please let me know what you think. I LOVE to hear from readers.



As of earlier today Breaking Free was number 57 on the same list!!! My dream would be to see them both up there at the top.  But it's AMAZING/STUPENDOUS/ FANTABULOUS  that people want to read my words. Can you hear that SQWEEE? The joy that readers impart when they email you and tell you how much they've loved your work is an indescribable feeling, a validation for the months and months of work and struggle we got through as writers. That can't be compared to anything else.

I'm hard at work on Book 3- Breaking Away.  Doing research and getting a feel for my characters.  Flash is as alpha as the others but he's got a back story that will tear your heart out!!

And once again: Thanks to everyone who has purchase the books and supported my writing!! Thank you, thank you.

Teresa Reasor 


Monday, September 24, 2012

The Secrets on Forest Bend by Susan Muller

I'm thrilled to have Susan Muller on my blog this week. I love paranormal books and since this one had a ghost in it I was immediately interested it. Welcome Susan!!

Teresa, thanks for inviting me to visit your blog and talk about my book. The Secrets on Forest Bend.


  
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Tell us what inspired your story.
The story started with a small idea. What would happen if you traced the life of a gun? What misery had it caused in the past, what pain would it cause in the future? How had it influenced the lives of those it touched?
Describe your hero and tell us a little about him.
My hero, Adam Campbell, is a cop. He’s been a bad judge of women in the past and wonders why sexy and crazy always seem to come in the same package. He vows to be more careful in the future. He’ll run at the first sign of Datezilla.
Describe your heroine and tell us a little about her.
Jillian owns a gun store and firing range. People who get close to her have a bad habit of turning up dead. The first was her sister who was accidently shot while playing with their father’s gun.  But she didn’t die, well, not exactly. Now she lives vicariously through Jillian. And she doesn’t like Adam at all.
What brings the two together and what threatens to keep them apart?
Adam and Jillian meet while he is tracing a gun used in two homicides. Jillian is unlike any woman he’s ever met, and Adam is immediately intrigued. As their relationship develops, Jillian feels that she has to tell him about the ghost of her sister who follows her everywhere. Adam immediately decides she’s the biggest nut case he’s ever encountered.
If you’re writing a series, have you kept the same characters throughout?
And what through line or theme have you used to tie it together?
I am now writing the story of my hero’s partner, Ruben. It will include many of the same characters, but a new case to solve.  This case will be very close and personal for Ruben as it involves his own mother. There will be a paranormal element, which Ruben resists believing.
What books have most influenced your life? 
To Kill a Mocking Bird, and The Yearling both moved me deeply and began my lifelong love affair with books.  I found it amazing that someone could weave a story that transported the reader to another time and place, that characters on a page could feel so alive and real.

Blurb for The Secrets on Forest Bend
Another day. . . another dead body.
When Detective Adam Campbell learns that a WWII gun is connected to several murders he's investigating, he hopes that tracking down the killer will be as easy as tracing the gun's history. When he meets Jillian Whitmeyer, the last known owner of the weapon, the case becomes anything but simple.

Adam soon learns that people who get close to Jillian have a bad habit of turning up dead. Jillian claims that the spirit of her sister, accidentally killed with that same gun, is responsible for the deaths. She warns Adam that he is likely to become the next victim. Adam's been a lousy judge of women in the past, and this one's obviously a nut case. Or is she? How does a just-the-facts detective deal with a ghostly serial killer and the sexy-as-hell sister she won't set free?

In The Secrets on Forest Bend, a detective discovers a crooked cop, an intriguing woman, and a vengeful ghost.  Can he stay alive long enough to bring down the cop, win over the woman, and destroy the ghost?
 In this excerpt, Detective Adam Campbell is tracing a gun used in two homicides. He has just pulled up in front of J. R.’s Guns and Firing Range, address of the last known owner of the weapon.
 Excerpt from The Secrets on Forest Bend: 
  How could someone who took so much care with a building be negligent enough to lose a dangerous weapon? Where were the owner’s priorities? His good mood began to turn sour and a growl built up in his throat.

He strolled in slowly, not wishing to announce himself until he had time to look around. The sales room was large, with well placed glass cabinets and wall displays. A hint of gun oil and Windex lingered in the air. Not a smudge or fingerprint was visible on any cabinet. The merchandise was easy to view and arranged in logical groupings. Definitely the nicest gun store he’d ever seen.

When a display of SIG-Sauers caught his eye, he stopped to study them.

A woman’s voice called from the back of the room. “I hope you’re here to replace that shoulder holster. It makes your jacket bunch up on one side. Not a good idea if you ever want to go undercover.”

Shit. Barely in the door and he was already made. His cop mode took over as he studied her. Early thirties, tall and slim, dark hair worn in some type of spiky arrangement, not a speck of makeup­­­­——why should she with that skin——and eyes like melted chocolate.

“Besides,” she went on, those eyes measuring him, “it has to be uncomfortable after a long day. You’re rather large through the chest, but I’ve got a Falco double magazine that would be a perfect fit for you.

“No, thanks, that’s not why I’m here.” She was rather large through the chest herself, he noticed. A dark brown tank top revealed arms that were toned and strong. She certainly looked tough enough to belong in a gun store. He wouldn’t be surprised to find she could chew nails and spit out thumbtacks.

She nodded toward the case he’d been studying. “You’re not planning to switch to a SIG, are you?”     

“No, I’m happy with my Glock.” This conversation was not going the way he planned. Maybe I should go outside and start over.
     
“Good. I know the Coast Guard and Homeland Security are going with the SIG, and it has a certain sex appeal, but in my opinion you can’t beat the dependability of the Glock for someone in your profession. 

Time to get this interview under control, although any woman who described a firearm as sexy had a definite appeal of her own.
He held up his badge. “I’m Detective Adam Campbell, Homicide. I need to speak to J. R. Whitmeyer.”

“I’m J. R. Whitmeyer.”

“I’m looking for James Robert Whitmeyer, owner of this establishment. He’s listed in my records as a fifty-nine year old white male.”

“That’s my father. He passed away about eighteen months ago.” A shadow crossed her face but she blinked twice and it was gone. 

Adam knew instinctively she wouldn’t appreciate condolences.

“I’m Jillian Rose Whitmeyer, the new owner.” She spread her arms indicating the shop and merchandise. “What can I do to help you?”
 
Plenty, but not while I’m on duty.



The Secret on Forest Bend is Available at  Amazon  and Barnes and Noble 

Other books by Susan

Cover for 'Redeeming Santa'
 Available at Smashwords

December 23, 1927. When a man disguised as Santa robs the local Savings and Loan, he takes seven-year-old Wilber Jenkins as a hostage. Using all his wiles and drawing on his last ounce of courage, Wilber manages to escape after three days on the run. Eighty-seven years later, can Wilber overcome his hatred of all things Christmas for the sake of his grandchildren?This novella is a work of fiction inspired by Texas’ most notorious bank robbery.

This novella is a work of fiction inspired by Texas' most infamous bank robbery.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Salt of the Earth by Jesse V. Coffey


  


 I recently read a story Titled Salt of the Earth by Jesse V. Coffey. It was a novella of about 31,000 words. It was different from the romance and romantic suspense stories that I usually read. But I was drawn right into this story of quirky unusual characters all living in a cemetery.  The main character Rip learns that though he can't correct the mistakes he made while alive, he can become a better person even in death. I loved the story. Loved the dialect with which the characters spoke. I could practically hear the accents.  I enjoyed the story so much I just had to share the information about it with you.



Cover blurb:

Nothing like being the "new kid on the slab," as Rip Porter quickly finds out when a robbery goes wrong. Thanks to four shots from a policeman's gun, he wakes up in the The Final Glory Cemetery, home to an assortment of ghosts, ghouls, and poltergeists. No sooner is Rip interred than he finds his final resting place isn't as restful as the brochures would lead him to believe, thanks to his rather different neighbors.

Meet Nattie Birnbaum, Rip's erstwhile Guardian; Gracie, the Welcome Committee of one; Chester, the checkers champ and resident in charge of the comings and goings of the residents. It's a cozy neighborhood and Rip is going to find out how he can fit in. Welcome, Rip Porter, to the first day of the rest of your death.




Bio:



Jesse V Coffey was born in Kentucky, raised in Florida, and spent half her life in Ohio. Half southern rebel, half yankee sass, she's managed to straddle both sides of the Mason-Dixon line and happily claims both as part of her wild existence. Having a varied employment history--working as everything from fast food cashier to telephone psychic, Ms. Coffey has managed to parlay her life experiences (along with what some would call a too vivid and active imagination) into her novels.

"I never just answer a question, I have to tell a story." And with critics and readers alike, she does it well.

Ms. Coffey is currently a member of ASCAP, the Erotic Authors Association,and the KY Indie Writers network. She writes three columns for the news website, Examiner.com/Lexington, as the Literary Examiner and Writing Examiner for the city of Lexington, KY, where she is a resident, as well as the National Indie Romance Novel Examiner. She also hosts an online radio show titled Edin Road Radio, where she uses her gift of gab to showcase new authors and their books.

Ms. Coffey writes as Jesse V Coffey, J. W. Coffey, and Meggie Chase.


 The Brothers Cameron: An Opportunity for Resentment

                  The Brothers Cameron

Stephan Cameron is impetuous and lusty; William Cameron is measured and romantic. Only one thing can divide the brothers--an attraction to the Lady Jessica Chynoweth, a flirty redhead who seems to have eyes for both of them--and the baron besides. Only one thing can bring them together again--bringing the murderer of their father to justice.

If it doesn't kill them first, they will!

               
After I read SALT OF THE EARTH  by Jesse V. Coffey. I discovered other stories by her written under a pen name. I thought I'd  mention those as well since they seem stories I'd enjoy reading as well.

So many books, so little time.

  

                          AWager of Blood

It was in the year 1760, when it all began with an innocent game of dice. And before the night was over, four people were dead and a man was driven insane by greed.

And in the present day, four friends will learn the secrets and face the demons of that night. And one of them will learn the most important lesson of all. When you dice with the devil, every toss is A Wager of Blood.
Illusions & Reality

                     Illusions and Reality

One of them is dying, and wants to say goodbye first. A man returns from a long absence and his explanation is not what the lady expects to hear. The President gets a phone call that comes from a very unlikely source. A man is given the ultimatum to get rid of the urns or lose his wife. A young would-be thief finds himself dead and in the most unlikely place he ever imagined--the neighborhood of the local cemetery, complete with some very interesting characters.


Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Erotic Stories: Tasteful and Sweet

I read everything! I'm not exaggerating.  From the driest tome on Art History to BDSM. I love the written word. But there are some authors who stand out in certain genres.

I recently found one who has put a different twist on her erotic stories. Her name is Dara Ames.  Here's her bio.

 Dara Ames is a wife, mother, and avid reader who reads widely across several genres, including romance, mystery, true crime, and sensual erotica. A small-town, southern girl, she has a soft spot for sweet tea, dark chocolate, and warm summer evenings with her husband.
Dara's niche is romantic erotic encounters between husbands and wives. Her goal is to offer readers the same exciting, sensual stories of traditional erotica, with the added twist of characters who are married. For those readers who enjoy the softer side of erotica, in Dara's writing you will find no multiple partners or sex between unmarried characters. What you will find is the same pulse-pounding sensuality that drew you to the erotic genre in the first place.
Because after all... "I do" is only the beginning of great sex!

I've read all three of her recently published short stories.  And I loved them.  So, I wanted to share the information about them. What really set them apart from some of the others I've read is that the couple is married and spicing up their love life.  Something we've all tried to do in our marriages. But what really revved my engine was the way the husband felt about his wife. How eager he was to be with her—and to please her. The emotion in the books upped the erotic element in the stories for me. And I'm sure it will you, too.


I thought I'd share them with you.



Married for four years, Jake and Emma Tyler live a happy, comfortable life in a suburb of Atlanta. Though they're still crazy in love with each other, Jake's job as an airline pilot keeps him away from home - and away from Emma - more than either of them like. Jake's always looking for ways to keep their sex life hopping, and his latest strategy involves random sexual fantasies written on slips of paper, pulled blindly from a bowl each time he returns home from a flight. When Jake returns home from a two-day absence, he and Emma, the lucky recipient of his efforts, draw two erotic fantasies from the bowl and heat things up out back beside the pool!



In "Curbside", the sequel to "Poolside", Jake and Emma Tyler continue their random sexual fantasy game, by drawing new fantasies to act out when Jake returns home from a long four-day flight schedule. They discover that not only does absence make the heart grow fonder, but it makes the libido go into overdrive, too! This time, the married lovers steam up the windows as they enjoy a sexy romp in the car. Throw in a little dominance, and these two are in for one heck of a... ahem... ride!


In "Bedside", the final story in the "Sexy Sides" trilogy, Jake and Emma Tyler wind up their sex fantasy game by drawing the final two fantasies when Jake returns home from his latest flight. The sexy couple enjoy a wildly romantic night in their own bedroom, complete with rose petals and a blindfold! But the night doesn't end when the heavy breathing is over, because Emma's got a big surprise for her husband! Join this endearing (and still-hot-for-each-other) married couple as they end one set of adventures and begin another!

 Dara Ames did a wonderful job keeping her stories tasteful yet exciting and stimulating.  Read them I think you'll agree.

Read on,
Teresa J. Reasor









RELEASE DAY FOR NOBODY'S PERFECT!!!

I THOUGHT I'D SPREAD THE WORD
 NOBODY'S PERFECT IS LIVE!!!!


I'm an eclectic reader. I'll read any kind of fiction, non-fiction, history, biographies, you name it. But my first love is romance,  military romance, historical romance, contemporary romance, paranormal romance, erotic romance and romantic suspense. Actually any kind of romance. The more conflict in a story, the more I love it. And Kallypso Masters can pour on the conflict. And I love it. 

Her books are also BDSM erotica. I don't read erotica a lot. But I have a few favorites in the genre, Cheryl Norman, Jennifer Madden, Mia Jae, and recently I've added Kallypso (Kally) Masters to my list.

Hers are my first sojourn into BDSM and they are totally different than I expected. I really love her heroes (OH MY) and her story lines.  Her female characters are fighting through things just as ferociously as her heroes and really fit well with the men.  And the sex ain't nothing to shrug off either. I'm fanning myself just thinking about it.

I've read her MASTERS AT ARMS, the prequel to the series which gives you a taste of the story lines and her writing and NOBODY'S ANGEL thus far. I have NOBODY'S HERO on my Kindle to read next. And of course I'll have to have her next release to have read the whole series thus far. There are others coming later in the year!!

All that said here's:
 




NOBODY'S PERFECT

Savannah Gentry, now Savi Baker, escaped the torture and degradation forced upon her by a sadistic father for eleven years and has made a safe life for herself and her daughter. When her father threatens her peace of mind—and her daughter's safety—Savi runs to Damián Orlando for protection. Their one day together eight years earlier changed both their lives and resulted in a secret she can no longer hide. But being with Damián reawakens feelings she wants buried—and stirs up an onslaught of disturbing flashbacks that leave her shaken to the core with little hope of ever being a sexual being again.
Damián has his own dragons to fight, but has never forgotten the one perfect day he spent with Savannah in a cave at the beach. He will go to the ends of the earth to protect Savi and her daughter, but can never be the whole man she deserves after a firefight in Iraq. Besides, the trauma of war and resulting PTSD has led him to find his place as the Masters at Arms Club's favorite sadist. Savi needs someone gentle and loving, not the broken man he has become. But he sees that the lifestyle he's come to embrace also can help Savi regain control of her life and sexuality. How can he not help redirect her negative thoughts and actions if she needs him?


Here's a peek at the UNEDITED prologue to Nobody's Perfect:


Prologue



Savi circled another job listing in the classifieds as Christmas music played in the background. Office clerk. After all her years of college and clinicals, she had finally achieved her dream of working as a social worker with young abuse victims. That work had ended abruptly three weeks ago. She needed to find a way to support her daughter and herself until her supervisor could fight Savi's recent firing with the higher-ups in the state's department of mental health services. Unraveling bureaucracy took time. She didn't have time.

Savi opened her mini laptop to update her resumé and do a cover letter, hoping to make it through several more letters before Mari got home from practicing for the children's pageant at church.

The doorbell interrupted her work some unknown amount of time later. She looked at the clock on her desk. Too early for Mari to be dropped off—unless something had happened. Heart hammering against her chest, Savi nearly ran to the front door and opened it, expecting to see one of the youth leaders from the church group.

Lyle.

Bile rose in her throat and she moved to slam the door again. Stupid! Why hadn't she looked through the peephole first? He wedged his foot into the doorway, keeping her from closing the door in his face.

"What kind of greeting is that for an old friend, Savannah?"

Not a friend. Enemy. She gasped to fill her lungs with much-needed air. Dangerous. She needed to get rid of him before Mari came home.

"What do you want, Lyle?"

"Invite me inside and we'll talk."

"You're not coming in. Now leave before I call the police."

He narrowed his eyes and Savi familiar ligatures of fear encircled her neck. Vile man. Could she fight him off?

"Let me in, Savannah, or you and your little girl will regret your misplaced bravery."

Marisol. Did he know where she was? Oh, God, she prayed. Don't let Mari come home early. She needed to get rid of Lyle. Now.

"Just state your business. I'm not letting you inside my…"

Without warning, Lyle leaned back then slammed his body against the door sending the edge of the wood into Savi's eye and cheek, hurtling her backward until she lay sprawled on the floor. The sight of his navy-blue dress pants and wingtip shoes made her shudder as a distant memory enveloped her. Looking up at the angry man in the three-piece suit who towered over her, she realized he hadn't even mussed a hair on his blond head.

"Ah, just where a slut like you needs to be, Savannah—at my feet. Now let's see if we can hear you scream the way you used to for me."

No! Memories of the night he had placed her father's shameful mark on her could never be erased. Neither could any of the degrading things Lyle had subjected her to at her father's orders. She turned over and got on all fours and scrambled away. Just when she'd thought she was far enough away to stand up and set her feet to defend herself, Lyle's wingtip gouged into her side. The air whooshed from her lungs and she gasped to try and recover her breath.

"Your father asked me to bring you and his granddaughter to him. But I thought perhaps we would enjoy a little playtime first. For old time's sake. What your father doesn't know…"

Another blow struck her side near the same place and panic set in as her breathing became labored.

Breathe!

Maman, help me. Give me the strength to fight him off.

Savi pulled herself up using the hallway table and tried to regulate her breathing again. She turned to find Lyle smirking at her. Bastard. Picking up a brass candlestick from the table, she didn't hesitate as she swung it at his head, striking a blow she hoped had left him more than just stunned. Not waiting for him to recover, she followed up by kicking him in the groin. He doubled over and fell to the floor. As he lay moaning, holding his privates as his head bled on her hardwood floor, she remembered the lessons in cutting off the blood flow to the brain that she'd learned from a veteran Marine who had studied with her in college. She cringed as she touched his neck, hating to place her hands anywhere on him, but finally found the point she sought in his neck and pressed—hard. She counted. By thirty seconds, Lyle's body grew even more limp. She didn't wait around to see how long he'd be out.

Running to the bedroom, she pulled out a suitcase to throw a few clothes into it, but when she tried to lift it, her breathing became constricted again, forcing her to leave it on the floor near the closet. After she filled half of it, she wheeled it to Mari's room and threw in some of her daughter's things, then zipped it up and wheeled it to the kitchen. After grabbing her purse and keys, she stumbled out the back door.

A black BMW sat parked behind her little blue Nissan. She glanced back at her bungalow. Home, but no longer her safe place.

No sign of Lyle yet, but he wouldn't be unconscious forever. She fought to control her breathing again, but refused to escape into her head to dull the pain. Taking as deep a breath as she could and holding it, she swung the suitcase into the trunk and slammed the lid down. Oh dear Lord. She couldn't breathe! She pressed her arm against her chest and the place where Lyle had kicked her repeatedly as she opened the door, got behind the steering wheel, and turned the key in the ignition. She couldn't zone out now. She needed to get to San Miguel's…to Mari.

Then what?



I wanted to end the blog with Kally's other books. Though you don't have to read them in order, I'd suggest that you do because her story lines hook together and may take more than one book to conclude. I didn't mind that at all. Just more great conflict and story to read. Check them out.






                                 
                                                      NOBODY'S ANGEL
                                            






Here's a short bio about Kally:

Kallypso Masters writes emotional romance novels with dominant men and the women who bring them to their knees. Sometimes it seems she lives with these Masters at Arms Doms twenty-four/seven--yes, they tend to dominate her life. Often, she'll wake up with one or more characters waiting by her bedside to share some delicious secret about themselves. It's a tough job, but she loves every minute of it.

Kally has been writing full-time since May 2011, having quit her "day job" the month before to pursue a full-time writing career. Masters at Arms was her debut novel (published in August 2011) and was followed by Nobody's Angel in September and Nobody's Hero in December. She plans three more books in the Rescue Me series in 2012: Nobody's Perfect (expected release date mid to late June); Nobody's Dream (late September); and Nobody's Home (November/December).

She lives in rural Kentucky and has been married for almost 29 years to the man who provided her own Happily Ever After. They have two adult children, one rescued dog, and one rescued cat--and now four Doms (Adam, Marc, Damián, and Luke) and a Domme (Grant) have taken up residence in her head and still others are in the wings for the first eight books in the series (through 2013).
For more information about Kally please feel free to browse this site or her Web site at kallypsomasters.com. If you have any questions that haven't been answered here, feel free to contact Kally directly at kallypsomasters@gmail.com. She loves to hear from readers and will answer as soon as she's able.




Twitter https://twitter.com/#!/kallypsomasters

Thank you for joining my blog today Kally. And thanks to those readers who stop by to share in this release date.

Teresa J. Reasor



Monday, September 17, 2012

The Characters of BREAKING THROUGH (Book 2 of the SEAL Team Heartbreakers)


This past week I participated in a release party on  Kalypso Masters' blog for her new release Nobody's Perfect. I thought I'd post my blog on my site this morning in case you didn't get a chance to read the excepts from my new book BREAKING THROUGH (Book 2 of the SEAL Team Heartbreakers) 
To tell you a little about the book. BREAKING THROUGH has four story lines going at the same time. Three romances and a suspense plot. 

It was released September 6, 2012. And I thought I’d give readers a taste of each story line explored in the book. Read on and find out about each of the characters in my new book.





Ensign Brett “Cutter” Weaver has just awakened from a month long coma to find he’s being investigated for the murder of a young Iraqi boy. NCIS approaches him about the protection detail. But he has no memory of his last days in Iraq and his SEAL team buddy Derrick Armstrong isn’t talking. And worse, the men in the two cover vehicles that accompanied them on the detail are dead. What can he do to prove his innocence?

Jackson stood at the window, his hands in his pockets. “Crouch said you had some paperwork for me.” He turned to face Brett.
“Yes, sir. Dr. Stewart has released me for duty, sir.”
Jackson accepted the manila folder with a frown and opened it. He flipped through the paperwork, studied the documents for a few moments, and set aside the packet. “There’s a problem with sending you back to your team.”
Brett sucked in a breath. Fucking knew it. Saw it coming a mile off. The blow still hit as though he’d been sucker-punched in the nuts. He breathed through the anger, but betrayal clawed at his gut nearly choking him.  “What kind of —pro- problem?” This was not the time for this fucking speech thing to kick in.
Jackson’s eyes narrowed. “Your position on NCIS’s radar for the shit about the missing boy was a catalyst. It’s brought scrutiny back to the team concerning Derrick’s take down. NCIS is trying to say the men acted in the capacity of police officers. I think they’re trying to put pressure on the whole team to give you and Armstrong up.”
“But we didn’t do anything.”
“How can you be sure if you can’t remember, Weaver?”
Where was the man’s belief? He’d voiced it the last time he’d stood here in this office.
He studied Jackson’s expression, and anger as hard and unbending as iron ate up the hurt. “I have a good reputation in the teams. I’m a SEAL, and I’ve conducted myself as a SEAL should in all things. My record speaks for itself. The only way my enlistment will end is if I’m killed in combat.”
Jackson’s gaze shifted. “You’ll have to wait until this is settled before returning to the team. I’ll have orders for you in a few days. Dismissed, Ensign.”
Brett forced his hand up in a salute he didn’t believe the fucker deserved. You could judge a man by how he treated his family. Captain Jackson had dismissed his wife and child the moment he’d slammed the door behind them. That told him Jackson would sacrifice whomever he had to, to bring this shit to an end.
He wasn’t going to be made into a sacrificial lamb to make Jackson’s life easier. Fuck that.


Tess Kelly is the only daughter of award winning journalist Ian Kelly. Tess works for the San Diego Tribune writing for the Life Styles page. Though she’s not interested in covering international stories like her father, she’s always wanted more. When Brett Weaver approaches her with the story of the lifetime, she can’t say no. But she soon learns the wounded warrior is a force to be reckoned with and she’s torn between her ambition and her feelings for him.  Will she release the story and end Brett’s SEAL career?

The moment she placed her hand in his, her breathing grew unsteady. He tugged her to her feet and into his arms with an ease that had her breath catching altogether. At five foot five and a hundred and twenty pounds, she’d thought herself sturdy, but held against Brett’s six-foot frame with his broad shoulders and chest stretched before her, she felt delicate.
His hand splayed against her back, but he didn’t pull her in too close. He guided her just near enough for their bodies to brush as he led her into a slow, swaying rhythm, part seduction, part torture.
She couldn’t have sex with him. He was a source.
He was in trouble, but every time she looked into his baby blues, she just couldn’t believe him capable of cold-blooded murder.
And the more she got to know him, the more she was drawn to him.
But could she trust her instincts?
She gnawed her lower lip.
“Relax, I don’t bite,” he said, resting his cheek against her hair.
“It isn’t that. I’m more at ease in the professional realm than I am the personal one.” Oh, shit. Did I just admit that?
Dancing with this man was personal. She was sharing her space with him. But it didn’t feel like an invasion for him to hold her. It felt—amazing. She wanted to lean into him. He smelled like laundry soap and grill smoke, blended with the light fragrance of cologne and the underlying scent of him.
The pressure of his hand guided her closer, and she had no choice but to relax when every muscle turned to liquid. A rush of need set afire every nerve. Her hand slid from his shoulder to rest against his chest, the muscle there evident beneath her touch. “This isn’t a good idea.” Her voice came out just above a whisper.
“We’re just dancing. What’s not good about it?” His husky voice wreaked havoc on the aching heat growing between her thighs.
What could she say when every inch of her was alive to every move he made? Had they been alone, she’d have been tempted to hook a knee around his hip and press against the growing bulge that brushed against her belly.
Oliver Shaker spoke before either of them was aware of his approach. “Call me if you need anything, Cutter.” The baby lay nestled against his shoulder asleep, her little form so relaxed her limbs looked boneless.
“Thanks, Greenback,” Brett said.
“Good night,” Selena offered, her soft voice almost carried away by the stiffening breeze.
Though Brett continued to hold Tess for several moments, the interruption had broken the spell. She pulled away and slumped back into her chair, feeling like a teenager caught necking in the back seat of a car.
This was the first time she’d gotten so twisted up over a man she’d actually wanted to throw caution to the wind. Brett Weaver was dangerous.

Lieutenant Adam “Hawk” Yazzie is Brett’s SEAL team CO. He knows Brett is innocent, but when he comes head-to-head with the people investigating his teammate, Hawk finds his own career and freedom hanging in the balance. Can he fight free of the allegations threatening him so he can have a life with the woman he loves?

And now he was going to see his girl, even if it was just for a minute between patients. He lengthened his stride and excitement brought a surge in his heart rate and his temperature. He’d missed her every day and every night of the three weeks he’d been gone.
A woman passed him the hall and paused. “May I help you?” she asked.
“I’m looking for Zoe Weaver. She’s a physical therapist here.”
The woman’s eyes ran down over his brown t-shirt and desert cammies, all the way to his boots. The come-on registered only long enough for him to frown. Not interested.
 “And you are?” she asked
Her boyfriend. Her partner. Her lover. Her man. It was growing more awkward for him each time someone asked. Zoe deserved to be a wife. He wanted to be a husband.  So, why wasn’t he remedying that situation? 
“I’m Adam Yazzie, her boyfriend. I’ve been gone three weeks on a training op and just wanted to see her.”
The woman’s attitude changed from scoping him out to being helpful. “She’s with a patient, but I’ll slip into the room and tell her you’re here. You can go down to the lounge and get a cup of coffee while you wait. It’s just three doors down and to the right.”
“Thanks.” A patient with an artificial arm fitted at the elbow walked by and saluted him with his hook. Their eyes met for a moment and Hawk returned the salute. By the grace of God. Hawk was reminded every day how lucky he was. He wandered down the hall to a room with a kitchen, a small table and chairs, and a television mounted high on the wall in one corner. The smell of fresh coffee permeated the room. He leaned against the counter uninterested. All he wanted was to see Zoe and hold her.
Five minutes passed and he was reading the same poster about the stages of grief for the tenth time when Zoe rushed in. For a split second they just looked at one another, and then they were in each other’s arms.  Zoe’s head pressed against his chest and her arms clung tight around his waist, her breasts pushing into his ribs. He breathed in her vanilla scent. Vanilla and her. God knew what he smelled like after riding from Miramar to the base in the back of a truck. Maybe he should have stopped to shower. He ran his hand down her back to her waist with one hand while he cupped her head with the other and tangled his fingers in her ponytail.
When she finally leaned back to look up at him and smiled, his mouth found hers. Her lips parted and their tongues tangled. The kiss went on and on as they tried to make up for three weeks of separation.
When he finally raised his head her voice came wispy with emotion. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Hawk cupped her face with both of his hands and just studied each feature. He’d never known he was capable of loving anyone as completely as he loved her. “The words me too don’t even scratch the surface.”
Her dark blue eyes looked even darker since the kiss.  He took her lips again, this time with all the tenderness that rose inside him.
“You can’t keep looking at me like that, kissing me like that.  You’re either going to make me cry or we’re going to have to find a storage closet somewhere,” she said, her laugh shaky.
“There’s an idea. What time do you get off?”
A grin curved her lips. “As soon as I get home, I hope.” 


Zoe Weaver is Brett’s sister and Hawk’s girlfriend. When Zoe learns both her brother and Hawk are under investigation she’s outraged.  How can anyone threaten them with prison when all they’ve done is put their life in jeopardy to save hers? She’s determined to do everything she can to support them. But Zoe has a secret she fears might distract Hawk and put his life at risk. Will she tell him before he deploys to Iraq, or after?

Zoe slid out of her seat and into his lap. She ran her hands over his close-cropped hair.  “Why are they doing this now?”
“Because I pissed somebody off, because I was pissed off. They were giving me the runaround, and they weren’t doing their damn jobs. They didn’t like having that pointed out. I’m hoping it’s a warning just to stay the hell out of their business. But if it’s not … ”
Could her stomach possibly get any more knotted?
He focused on her, his gaze steady while his hands moved up and down her back restlessly. “When you came back to me after our breakup, I made a promise to myself. I’d held things back from you and it caused problems between us. I’m not making that mistake again.”
His words grabbed her by the throat and made her own reticence about the baby seem more a lie than an attempt to keep him safe. The words were there on the tip of her tongue, begging to be spoken. But how could she drop the news on him when he was twisted up about this? He was turning to her for comfort, not something more to worry about.
She cupped his face and kissed him. “I love you, Adam Yazzie. No matter what happens, I’ll never stop loving you.”  She kissed him again and felt the familiar heat of his response in the way his arms tightened around her, the way his lips and tongue moved against hers.
The growing intensity of his kisses, his touch as he unbuttoned her blouse, set in motion a languorous spiral of need. She wanted to spread her legs and take him inside right here on the chair. But her leg wouldn’t allow it.
Hawk rose with her in his arms and dodged through the kitchen door in the direction of the bedroom. “It’s going to be okay,” he murmured against her lips. “We’re going to be okay.”
Not if you keep lying to him, her conscience whispered. I’ll tell him later, after we’ve held each other. After he’s less upset.
 He lowered her to the bed. She shut out the nagging voice and drew him down to her.

Clara Weaver is Brett and Zoe’s mother. Clara just retired from her teaching position and is thinking about relocating so she can be closer to her two youngest children. She runs into Dr. Russell Connelly, the physician who cared for Brett during his coma, and is caught unaware when she feels an overwhelming attraction to him. She’s been a widow for over twenty years and though she’s had a date here and there she’s never felt that special spark with anyone but her husband. Until now. Will she be brave enough to set aside her age related insecurities and open her heart to another man?

She’d been looking for more. She’d been looking for what she’d had with Joe. But she’d never found even a hint of that special something with the four men she’d gone out with.
Then on her fiftieth birthday—She cringed at the memory. Charlie Cooper was a nice guy. But she’d felt self-conscious and uncomfortable afterwards. Guilty, too. Though he’d called and tried to ask her out several times, she’d never seen him again.
Her gaze rose to her reflection in the microwave door above the stove. She touched the fine lines around her eyes and mouth. What was it Russell Connelly saw when he looked at her?
She turned away from her reflection. Fifty-five was worse than fifty. Five years worse. Pathetically worse. If Russell were interested, how would she feel if he wanted more? The panicked beating of her heart was her only answer.

Dr. Russell Connelly is stunned by the connection he feels for Clara but his estranged son has just arrived to visit and brought with him tragic news.  Evan is ill and has come to mend their differences, if he can. It isn’t the best time to start a new relationship with Clara. And how can Russell ask this woman who’s already lost so much, to open her heart to the both of them when one of them may die?

            She smiled again. “Clara. Surely you can call me Clara now.”
            Why hadn’t he noticed this beautiful, vibrant woman two months ago?
            Because she’d been the mother of his patient, and he’d been keeping his professional distance.
            But also, because she’d been under tremendous stress.
            Her son had lain in a coma. Her older daughter had had an emergency C-section, a baby girl, if he remembered correctly. And the same team member rumored to have injured Brett and caused his coma had nearly killed her youngest daughter.
            “Dad.”
            Evan’s voice just behind him caught his attention. He tore his gaze away from Clara Weaver to face his son.
            Time stopped. His heart plunged. My God. What the hell happened? He barely bit back the exclamation. What’s wrong?


Yassin al-Yussef is a humble Iraqi businessman who has acted as a liaison between business people in Iraq and the American military to bring prosperity to his fellow countrymen. His son Sanjay was delivered home from the base by a protection detail of Navy SEALs and Marines. Or was he?

            Four long months had passed since he had seen his son. Four months filled with an unrelenting fear and grief that he could no longer bear.
            He had watched Levla change from a vibrant, joyful woman to a shadow. She disappeared into her grief more and more each day. Though she never spoke the words, he knew she blamed him for trusting to strangers to deliver their only child home. He blamed himself. He had allowed his work to devour his life, and now his son was gone.
            Anger and grief twisted together, clawing at his insides, burrowing into his brain. The men who were supposed to keep him safe and see him home safely must have killed him. They had to pay.


Blurb: What happens when a Navy SEAL wakes from a month-long coma to discover he’s being investigated for murder?

When Ensign Brett Weaver is accused of murder, he knows he’s innocent, but how can he prove it with Naval Investigators breathing down his neck? A chance meeting with reporter Tess Kelly offers him an opportunity to get the press on his side. But can he trust her to keep his other secrets off the record?

Tess works hard to live up to her father's expectations. When Brett offers her information about SEAL training in exchange for an introduction to her award-winning journalist father, she jumps at the chance. The situation Brett lobs into her father's lap is a major scoop.  But the secret she discovers about Brett is just as newsworthy. Will her feelings for this wounded warrior win out, or will she release a story guaranteed to destroy Brett’s SEAL career?

When Tess’s father is kidnapped, Brett’s team is deployed to find him. At the same time, a leak in the investigation puts Tess and Brett’s lives in danger. Will Brett be able to break through the lasting effects of his injuries and prove he’s once again a battle-ready SEAL? Or will he and Tess lose everything at the whim of a vengeful killer?


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And for those of you haven't read the first book. BREAKING FREE. Here's the cover and blurb for it. I think the story line is just as good as my second book. And the romance is really special.



 


 Zoe Weaver is determined never to get involved with a man in uniform. Her father was killed during the Gulf War. Her brother Brett, is in a coma. If that isn’t enough, Zoe has scars both physical and emotional from a hit and run accident that almost cost her a leg. She refuses to lay her fragile self-esteem, or her heart, on the line for a man who puts his military career ahead of his family. But her brother’s commanding officer, Lieutenant Adam “Hawk” Yazzie, triggers a passion beyond her experience. Is she strong enough to love Hawk and, when the time comes, watch him go to war? 

Lieutenant “Hawk” Yazzie, is a SEAL. The Navy is his life, and his family. He’s learned the hard way he can’t be there for anyone. He finds Zoe’s combination of feisty femininity hard to resist, but the guilt he carries prevents him from offering a commitment to anyone ---but the Navy. Will he love Zoe and leave her? 

 When Zoe and Hawk investigate the events surrounding her brother’s injuries, they grow suspicious of three members of Hawk’s team. Hawk is torn between loyalty to his men and his need to see justice done. But when he tries to save a troubled teammate’s career he unwittingly puts Zoe’s life in danger. Can he lead the rest of the team in a rescue operation to save her? Or will one of Hawk's brothers in arms destroy the woman he loves?





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