Thursday, December 19, 2013

BOTH MMM ROMANTIC SUSPENSE SETS ON SALE!!!



THESE PRICES WILL BE IN PLACE UNTIL JANUARY 15TH, 2014. SNAP UP THESE WONDERFUL ANTHOLOGIES. THESE ARE BOTH STEALS.  Seven stories in each by seven different authors!!!




TERESA R.

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Book Signing Saturday at La Grange, Kentucky




Join members of the Kentucky Independent Writers at Karen's Book Barn and Java Stop in La Grange, KY for an all-day holiday book signing event on December 14, 2013!

Authors Signing Schedule:

10am-1pm:
Hallee Bridgeman
Sondra Allan Carr
Abigail Keam
Katherine Lowry Logan
Kallypso Masters
Teresa Reasor

2pm-5pm:
Laramie Briscoe
Seraphina Donavan
Allison Jewell
J.M. Madden
Laurel McKinley
Heather Sunseri

Many of the authors will be hanging out in the cafe when not signing so make sure you stop by, get a little holiday shopping done, and meet local, Kentucky authors!

 127 East Main Street 
LaGrange, KY 40031 
502.222.0918

Hope to see you there!!
Teresa Reasor 

Sunday, December 1, 2013

BREAKING AWAY IS RELEASED IN PAPERBACK AND AN EXCERPT



EBOOK BREAKING AWAY                              
I LOVE MY COVER!!! I'm crazy about it. It think my guy is so handsome,  intense, and sexy.  He's perfect for Flash.

An excerpt:

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



THANKS FOR READING!!!
TERESA REASOR

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Mystery and Young Adult Writer, Jane Greenhill

Jane Greenhill and I have been friends ever since we were on the Lethal Ladies Crit loop together many moons ago. And though she's in Canada and I'm in the US, we stay in touch. She writes in many genres.
No matter what she's writing, be it a YA book about aliens or a Mystery about Murder, she lends a good sense of humor to them all. There are laugh out loud moments in every story.

I thought I'd share her books with my readers. 

Victoria Hubert spends her days with the Dewey Decimal System and her nights living vicariously through romance novels.
When Detective Angus McDonald enters her library, she recognizes him as the coverboy of her current novel.
Angus has more skeletons in his closet than a public official. He’s on the hunt for Richard Markov, a convicted felon who slipped through the justice system.
Now Richard is back in town with a new agenda, Victoria is his next victim and as her life plays out like a romance novel, Victoria is determined to write her own happy ending.
Homicide Detective Simon Keirsey spends his spare time working a personal cold case--the unsolved murder of his mother, film star Mary Margaret, thirty years earlier.
Recent killings committed by the murderer the press has dubbed The Cobra Killer unexpectedly tie to his mother's death and give Simon a renewed sense of vengeance.
Mary Margaret's mansion now houses the town's museum and employee Alice McClure is comforted by the ghost who walks the halls humming 1980's tunes.
As Simon and Alice race against time to determine who the killer is, will they be able to solve the mystery before another victim is claimed and the murderer's personal vendetta ante is upped? 


Bored with crunching numbers, Heath Clifford, accountant by day spends his nights with the on-line role playing game Vampillion. The game is controlling his life, but how does this vampire in training tell his soul mate he loves her and wants to suck her neck. (This story is funny as hell.) JMO
****
Jane's Young Adult stories are entertaining and fun. Her sense of adventure and humor shine through these.
 
 When the internet connection fails at their grandparent’s cottage, Theresa and her book smart brother Bobby are forced outside. Disturbing a hornet’s nest, the teens fall into a cenote and time travel to an Ojibwa encampment where Theresa finds love and Bobby aids their new friends.

When the two venture where they shouldn’t and interfere with fur trading, they put their lives in danger as well as those of the Native Americans. The teens need to use their twenty-first century smarts in order to return to safety.
Oas is sent from her home planet of Zorca-twenty-three to rescue her brother Ralb from the worst humanoid known in the solar system—a teenage girl. With her traveling companions, Rotsen, a plant with an attitude who watches too many Sopranos reruns, and Lehcarr, a Venus Fly Trap with the habit of eating her friends, they set out to find Ralb.
Traveling through a black hole, Oas is transformed from her ananoid shape into a teenage humanoid, becoming what she fears most—a teenager. They land in Bedrocktown to find the teenagers aren’t as bad as they feared—they’re worse. Zen her handler has warned her to stay away from pizza and popcorn but she tries both, with horrible results.
She needs to find her brother, figure out how humans kiss, save the town from an E.coli outbreak, and meet Johnny Depp, not necessarily in that order. Then all she has to do is find her way home, but are her ties to Earth too strong?
 
 Oas, a teenage alien from Zorca-twenty-three finds love and romance on Earth, but when circumstances spiral out of control ,she needs to get back to her home planet to save her true humanoid love. With a reality show heading to the cosmos, Oas, her directionally challenged brother, Ralb and Rotsen, a dandelion with a Soprano attitude need to out think, and out smart the humanoids. Who will survive?



Time is running out for Oas, an interplanetary alien from her home planet of Zorca-twenty-three. Jolly Olde Teenage ALIEN The third in the Teenage ALIEN series finds Oas, Rotsen, her traveling dandelion with major attitude, and her brother Ralb in Jolly Olde England enjoying the riches that comes from having rock star friends. After two disastrous attempts to get home, Oas realizes she must take matters into her own hands if they are to survive Earth. A victim of a negative tea leaf reading, the superstitious members of Peach Acid, the rock star friends she’s traveling with, force her out onto the cold rainy streets of London, where she must fend for herself and Rotsen. Luckily, she and Rotsen are taken in by a kind play wright who isn’t quite so superstitious. But this chance meeting proves more beneficial than she could ever imagine when it leads her to an amazing revelation about her father and his past connection to Stonehenge—a connection that just might show her the way home. Oas learns it doesn't matter what planet you come from but where you end up that's important.

Her latest release will be available in a few days. It takes place in Medieval England. 



For Dorthea Rioann, life sucks big time. A summer in England riding horses sounds great, but the reality is far from ideal. Her grandfather's farm is threatened by a centuries old treaty. Her mother is oblivious to everything and everyone but her jewelry making, and is unaware her daughter is being bullied big time by Annabel, who controls the town clique. Dorthea runs away only to end up in the 'Witch's House.' A series of coincidences and she awakens in Medieval England. Dorthea brings her 21st century smarts and ingenuity to the village where she becomes a female jouster, lady-in waiting and falls in love, only to learn there really is no place like home.
 Jane's bio on her author page on Amazon say's it all:
 Born with a passion to read and write and heavily influenced by Nancy Drew mysteries, Jane Greenhill recalls her first writing experience on an old Underwood typewriter, plunking away at the keys while she wrote about hiding clues in oak trees. Fast forward through marriage and motherhood and Jane's now advanced to a laptop and her characters speak to her from other planets.

If you have a young adult reader in the household, introduce them to Jane's Teenage Alien books and if your a reader yourself, look up her Suspense stories. There's never a dull moment in either. 

Read on,
Teresa Reasor



Wednesday, November 20, 2013

A Newsletter and A Street Team

I haven't done a Street Team or a newsletter before.  But I'd love to have more contact with my readers.
So if you're interested in either one please sign up.

I'll be running a contest to help me come up a name to call the team once we have some members.

Here's the link to reach the Street Team form: 

http://form.jotformpro.com/form/33236803794964


To sign up for the  my newsletter-- I promise I'll  just be sending out important updates and sneak peaks. I won't be a pest. Here's the link:

http://teresareasor.us3.list-manage1.com/subscribe?u=cbc3104574c8b1b9c3037ab27&id=40034c52e7

Thank you,
Teresa Reasor

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Salute To Veterans Blog with Kally Masters

Next week I'll be participating in Kally Masters Military Appreciation Blog at www.KallypsoMasters.Blogspot.com


On Veterans Day, please come share stories of YOUR special veterans. Kally will be donating a dollar amount for each comment on Monday's post (up to $1500) to the Wounded Warrior Project. Don't hesitate to tell your story because from each comment, she'll enter your name into a drawing and will send a donation in honor/memory for those who win so you or a loved one will receive a letter from the Wounded Warrior thanking you.  


The blog will be running all week with other authors following Kally. We too will be giving away books and goodies. 

The authors who will be participating are:

11/11: Kallypso Masters

11/12: Angel Payne and Teresa Reasor
11/13: Cat Johnson, Delilah Devlin, JM Madden, Sharon Hamilton
11/14: Kennedy Layne and Desiree Holt
11/15: Ann Mayburn  and Jayne Rylon

It's going to be an exciting week!!!
Hope to see you there.
Teresa Reasor 

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

BREAKING AWAY IS RELEASED IN PAPERBACK AND AN EXCERPT





EBOOK BREAKING AWAY                              PAPERBACK BREAKING AWAY
I LOVE MY COVER!!! I'm crazy about it. It think my guy is so handsome,  intense, and sexy. 

An excerpt:

Flash swallowed against the breathless feeling of arousal that zipped straight to his groin. Her gray-green eyes homed in on his face and pulled him in. His attention dropped to her mouth. Would she taste like the home-baked cookies he’d smelled when he knocked on her door?
He released her arm and put his hand back on the steering wheel. He should never have touched her. But she just seemed so alone. A feeling he identified with more each day.
He had to stow that shit and move on. He couldn’t afford to get close to anyone. “Where to from here?” he managed, his Boston accent thick with reaction.
“Turn right, and go seven blocks.”
He turned the van. The noisy shift of the components stored in basket shelves along each side of the vehicle sounded loud in the silence between them.
How long since he’d gotten laid?  He’d had a brief encounter with an ex-girlfriend after returning from Iraq. But after that he’d been swallowed up by the FBI crap, and though Javier and Josh had tried to fix him up while he was in Baja, he’d avoided anything but casual meetings.
It had been almost eleven months since he’d been with a woman.
He was just horny.
Who’d have thought a woman who smelled like honeysuckle and crayons would set him off? He usually went for the free-spirited kind who didn’t expect hearts and flowers. The kind just out to have a good time. Being a SEAL, he had little time for anything other than temporary hook up.
But the female sitting next to him wasn’t temporary. She had permanent, hearts and flowers, forever and ever emblazoned across her freckle-dusted nose in letters visible to him a mile away.
He’d done some research on Sam since their first meeting. And the story behind her divorce wasn’t pretty. Life, and her stalker ex-husband, seemed determined to knock her down. She just kept getting back up and moving forward.
But she was emotionally bruised. Her distrust was right there, staring him in the face every time he spoke to her. Her SOB ex had really done a number on her.
And she certainly didn’t need a Navy SEAL on the run from a crooked FBI guy and a drug cartel to add to her worries. He had to remember that. If shit hit the fan and he was arrested, he might put Sam and Joy in the crosshairs. Sam didn’t deserve that after everything else she’d been through.
But he couldn’t walk away, either. Not with her sneaky, abusive ex making things as difficult for her as possible.  And he was going to have to talk her into allowing him to put a security system in her house. He’d sleep better if she had one.
He’d sleep better if she were in his bed.
Shit, he had to get his mind on something else. Because that wasn’t happening. No matter how hot she was.
He spotted the kids on a fenced-in playground and pulled to a stop. Joy broke away from a cluster of kids, ran to the fence and waved to him. He smiled and waved back.
“I’ll only be a few minutes,” Sam said, opening the door.
Sam was a mom, for God’s sake. He didn’t sleep with moms.
“Take your time.” Please. So maybe he’d have his head on straight by the time she came back.


THANKS FOR READING!!!
TERESA REASOR


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Monday, October 28, 2013

BREAKING AWAY COVER REVEAL

Sun Mountain Reviews is hosting a Cover Reveal for me yesterday  And I'm sharing it again through my blog. If you are moved to share it with friends please do so.
 
 

And of course here's my own reveal. But go to sun mountain and read the excerpt she's posted.

The book is finished. The edits done. And all that's left is the last minute things that have to be dealt with before the release.

Enough said.  Here is the cover for  BREAKING AWAY (Book 3 of the SEAL Team Heartbreakers Series)


The Blurb:

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

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

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

I'll be posting an excerpt in a couple of days. 

I hope you'll check back.
 

Teresa Reasor

Saturday, October 12, 2013

The Rollercoaster Ride of Being a Multi-genre Author

On October 7th I Finished The Damn Book.  That's an inside joke I share with a wonderful group of writers I critique with on the Kiss of Death Chapter of RWA.  I've belonged to the Lethal Ladies critique group almost as long as I've been a member of KOD.  And the ladies and a few gents, come and go, but there are always eager writers on the loop who critique my chapters. And in exchange I do the same for them. These ladies are invaluable to me. They act as a sounding board for my chapters and if something doesn't follow my character arch, plot line, or is wasting space in my story, they'll let me know. Every line has to ring true, or they'll tell me straight up. And I really appreciate it.

When I posted my last chapter, it was both a relief, because I had finished my 9th full length novel, though only the 6th who will find its way into print,  and a moment of pride, because I had accomplished something extraordinary for the 9th time.

I had a busy year. I re-edited and  re-released two full length Historical Romances, HIGHLAND MOONLIGHT and CAPTIVE HEARTS.

I published two short stories To Capture A Highlander's Heart: The Beginning( a short-short) and An Automated Death (a 14000 word Steampunk Paranormal).  BOTH ARE FREE.

And I published a Novella: To Capture A Highlander's Heart: The Courtship, a spinoff of Highland Moonlight and the second installment from the trilogy of shorts I'd planned under that TCAHH brand. The next story, To Capture A Highlander's Heart: The Wedding Night will be out early next year.

Being a multi-genre author is tough. You always have ideas for other stories going through your head, even while you're writing on the current one, consuming you. And I have to say I love my SEALs the most, but as a writer I'm also driven to put down on paper the other stories circling through my brain. Thus the purpose of the others I've written this year. I could no more not write them than I could not write the SEAL book I just finished. I'm driven by the characters who are as real to me as the people I live with. I cry for them, struggle with them, and dream of them. They whisper their troubles, hopes and dreams to me as I lay in bed at night. And it's my job to put all of THEM, their essences, their beings, their lives, or at least a small part of their lives down on paper.

And the bane of my existence is that I'm S-L-O-W. Every word has to be chosen before I type it. Every sentence has to be exactly what I want to say. Every verb has to be the one I want to use.

It's insane!!

 I'd really-really love to be one of those stream of consciousness writers who sits down at the keyboard and the words flow and they don't worry about grammar, continuity of plot line, or full sentences for their dialogue---until later of course.

But I'm not.

And thus BREAKING AWAY  the SEAL book I started in January with just a couple of chapters, got put on hold while I dealt with all the other writing I had to accomplish the beginning of the year. Then in June--when I'd really wanted the book to be released--I sat down and wrote and wrote, some days 10 and 12 hours a day in fifteen minute spurts to get it down on paper. But each chapter had to be finished and edited at least 3 times, while I went on to the next.

And my story board had to be updated to make sure I wasn't ignoring an important part of the plot or leaving a character's story arc ignored. And I did have to put in an extra chapter because I could see I needed a couple to connect more and that I needed to build their connection more slowly.

So from June to October I've written every day in fifteen minute spurts seven days a week. Until every one of the 115,000 words were down on the paper, just as I wanted them to be.

I sent the manuscript off to my editor on Monday, all but the last chapter, because I wanted my LL ladies to have a chance to read it and make their suggestions, and most importantly tell me if that last line in the book was the right one. Satisfying, fun, and upbeat. Everything my readers would want.

After I got their approval, I sent the last chapter off to Faith Free-woman, my editor.  She'll go over the book with a fine toothed comb for grammar, homophones (which are my arch nemesis) , and any other small glitches. Because as hard as I work to make the manuscript perfect, there are always a few things she catches that aren't.

The book will be released the middle of November--if all goes well, editing wise, formatting wise. That is the plan.

There's a fear that plagues published authors. The fear that all our readers will get tired of the wait and drop us. Abandon us.

With Breaking Through I got up every day scared. It was a stretch for me as a writer to write such a huge book plot-wise. It was soooo different in structure than Breaking Free the first book. Having  three romances and a huge suspense plot line was an undertaking. But I was driven to write the book just as it is.

Breaking Away holds a different fear for me. It's written more along the lines of Breaking Free with a deep concentration on the Romance, there's actually two romances.  But the action comes up front and leads the way. So once again the structure of the book is different. I just can't stop taking chances as a writer, author. But this one, the characters, my hero, has inspired the same feelings in me as a writer as Breaking Free did. I'm in love once again. And I hope my readers will fall in love again, too.

I want so much to thank my loyal fans for waiting for BREAKING AWAY. And for all the encouragement they've shared with me over the last two years since BREAKING FREE came out. It's been one year and one month since BREAKING THROUGH was released. So, it seems I'm on a one SEAL book a year schedule with finishing BREAKING AWAY, but I already have Doc's story rolling around in my brain titled BREAKING OUT. And as soon as To Capture A Highlander's Heart: The Wedding Night is done and released. His story will be the next one in line because he's waking me at night. Whispering his story in my ear. And telling me he needs a lady who'll understand what he's going through.


While I'm waiting for my edits to get back, I'm working on two Novellas at once. Deep Within The Shadows, a Horror novella that has sat on my desktop for a year. And To Capture a Highlander's Heart; the Wedding Night.  I owe it to my TCAHH fans to finish the Scottish medieval first so I'm working as fast as this turtle slow writer can. I promise.


Tomorrow I plan to send out an unedited excerpt from BREAKING AWAY on my blog, so if you're interested, keep a look out.

Read on,
Teresa Reasor







Saturday, September 28, 2013

Kentucky Independent Writers Book signing October 6th in Brentwood, Tennessee


Eight members of the Kentucky Independent Writers will be participating in a Book Signing on October 6th, 2013 at 1:00 pm Central Standard Time at Four Points by Sheriton-Nashville, in Brentwood, Tennessee. 
Participants will be Hallee Bridgeman, J.M. Madden, Laramie Briscoe, Kallypso Masters, Seraphina Donavan, Donna McDonald, Alison Jewell, and Teresa Reasor. 
We'd love to see everyone there.   

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

TIMELESS A booktrailer

We all want our books to be made into movies. The one I'd love to see on the big screen the most, besides my Navy SEAL Seal Team Heartbreaker books, is TIMELESS.  My romantic suspense set in Loch Maree, Scotland.




The next best thing to a movie, is a book trailer and my cover artist Tracy Stewart at Simply Bookish has created me one. And it's fantastic. So here's the link and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.



 
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.



Read on,
Teresa Reasor

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Breaking Free—A Bargain

Breaking Free, the first book of my SEAL Team Heartbreakers Series is on sale for $2.00 for this week at Amazon and at Smashwords. It will be available at Apple and others for that price soon.


So if you haven't read the book, this is your chance to get it at a reduced rate. 

Here's the Blurb: 
When LIEUTENANT ADAM “HAWK” YAZZIE rescues ENSIGN BRETT “CUTTER” WEAVER during a mission in Iraq, his faith in his team’s loyalty is shaken. Someone in the team attacked Cutter and left him for dead. But who?

ZOE WEAVER races to her brother Brett’s bedside. He stood by her while she fought her way back from a devastating injury, and she’s determined to do the same for him. Though drawn to Hawk’s good looks and steady strength, she’s reluctant to get involved with a man in uniform. But with Brett lying in a coma, Hawk may prove the key to what happened to her brother.

Hawk is torn between loyalty to his men and his need to see justice done. 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?

And An excerpt: 

“I was born here in San Diego. My father worked construction and my mom was a legal secretary. My dad died in a fall on a building site when I was young. My mom raised me on her own. She died five years ago. Breast cancer.” He controlled his expression with an effort though the ache of loss and the guilt was still there. Why had she not told him how ill she was? Why had she waited for him to come home? She’d waited too long and she’d died alone.
“I’m sorry.”
The soft, husky sincerity he heard in her tone tugged his thoughts back. He turned his head to look at her. “I am, too.”
“What was she like?”
Despite the anger a smile tugged at his lips. “A hard ass, but loving with it. I got mixed up with the wrong crowd as a teenager. Nearly got into a gang. She threatened to quit her job and hound my every step until I straightened up my act.”
“It must have worked.”
“Yeah, it did. She talked me into taking ROTC. Said if I was going to join a gang it might as well be one that would teach me the right kind of discipline. I stayed with it and earned an academic scholarship for college.”
“Do you have any other family?”
“Some distant cousins on my father’s side who live in New Mexico. My mother’s father is still alive. He lives in LA.”
“Brett said your father was Navaho.”
“Yeah, half, which makes me a quarter.”
“Because of your skin and hair color, I imagine it’s easier to get around undetected in foreign ports.”
“Sometimes.” The defensive feelings caught him by surprise. “That isn’t why you feel so uneasy with me, is it?”
Her face went blank with shock, then she sat up. “No! Why would you even think that? I mean, that I feel uneasy with you.”
“You’re on edge with me.”
For a moment she stared at him then looked away. “It isn’t you. I mean--” She rocked forward to rise to her feet. It took a moment for her to establish her balance, and for the first time, he realized what a struggle her injury proved for her.
He waded from the hot tub by way of the steps and grasped a towel from the end table. Turning aside to cover the lingering effects of his arousal, he wrapped it around his waist.
He hadn’t meant to bring things to a head between them--those puns were killing him but he just couldn’t leave it alone. He had to know.
Her features tense, she faced him. “I’m not prejudiced against you because of your Indian heritage, Hawk.”
“Is it because I’m responsible for what happened to Brett?”
“Are you?”
“I didn’t hit him in the head. No. But it was my mission, this is my team. Every man in it is my responsibility.”
Some of the tension left her features. “As much as I’d like a target to vent my frustration and anger at, I can’t really hold you responsible for Brett’s condition.”
“Then what is it?”
“I don’t want to be drawn back into the life again.”
“Military life?”
“Yes.” Zoe folded her arms against her midriff as though cold. “You don’t have to enlist to be a part of it. I used to love it, the travel, new places, new people, the troops in uniform, their shoes spit shined, their brass polished until it gleamed. The singsong sound of a drill instructor calling out orders on the parade ground. Seeing them march in formation across the base. I loved it all. Then Desert Storm happened-“
“And your father was killed.” He sucked in his breath as though he’d been hit in the solar plexus. Just when he thought he had things figured out something else cropped up.
She nodded, her body taut, her features carefully blank. “Brett being hurt was like--“Her throat worked as she swallowed and she shook her head. “I met you and your men. I’ve broken bread with you, laughed with you, been embraced by your families. I’m just having some trouble dealing with all these emotions, all these memories--”
He rested a hand upon her shoulder as she edged toward the door. The tension of her muscles as she struggled to retain her composure thrummed beneath his touch.
“You have to believe that we’re better trained, better prepared, than they are, Zoe. We’re going to be all right.”
“I hope so, I really do.”
She turned to face him and raised a hand to cup his cheek, her thumb moving along his cheekbone in a caress that caught him by surprise. His heart rate shot up as he met the clarity of her gaze.
“I didn’t mean anything derogatory about your heritage. I’m sorry if it came out wrong.”
He caught her hand when she started to withdraw. “It’s all right, Zoe.” He braced an arm against the door facing above her and shifted closer. The desire to feel her body against his made his breathing unsteady. He caught a whiff of her vanilla shampoo and a hint of some other floral scent on her skin.
She leaned back against the door facing, aligning her body to his stance. With a foot of space between them, they seemed to generate enough heat to singe the hair off his chest. Her fingers curled around his thumb as it pressed into her palm bringing to mind her fingers closing around other parts of his anatomy.
“I just meant that you should use whatever you had to stay safe.” Her voice softened, her Kentucky accent, growing thick as honey.
“Yeah, I got that,” He managed, though he felt starved for breath, as though he’d just finished a ten K run on a sandy beach.
She bit her bottom lip, leaving a glossy sheen of moisture behind. He bit back a groan. Blood shot to his groin. Jesus--Beads of moisture tracked an itchy path down his spine. It hurt to drag his gaze from her mouth.
Her mother was only a few yards down the hall. She trusted him. Zoe trusted him. It would be a breach of both their trusts for him to take advantage. He couldn’t have an affair with his best friend’s sister. He couldn’t offer her any emotional security. He wasn’t the permanent kind.
All those rationalizations didn’t ease the tight heavy feeling of his arousal, or the ache of need that clenched inside him. He forced himself to relinquish Zoe’s hand and take a step back. “It’s getting late and you should be in bed.” His voice sounded husky, almost a growl.
For a moment she remained still. Slowly, she straightened away from the door facing, and he curved a steadying hand around her upper arm. Her head down, she brushed passed him, her voice almost a whisper as she said, “Good night, Hawk.”
He listened to her progress through the house until a door closed. Hawk drew a deep breath to ease his pounding heart and realized he was trembling.

Hope you'll grab up Breaking Free and while you're at it check out Breaking Through too. 


 Read on,
Teresa Reasor

Thursday, August 1, 2013

TO CAPTURE A HIGHLANDER'S HEART: THE COURTSHIP (A HIGHLAND MOONLIGHT SPINOFF)

 To Capture A Highlander's Heart: The Courtship the second installment of A Highland Moonlight Spinoff series is available. The first part of the series of three is a 3,066 word short story, To Capture A Highlander's Heart: The Beginning. It's free at Amazon, Smashwords, Apple and ect.  It was number 18 in free short stories as of yesterday.

To Capture A Highlander's Heart: The Courtship is a 20,000 word novella and  is now available at Amazon, and Smashwords and will be available Barnes and Noble, Apple, Kobo, and everywhere else very soon.

Here's the blurb: 

When lady’s maid Grace MacNab captures the eye of fierce warrior, Gabriel Campbell, the man she has loved for more than a year, she hopes she may one day wed the man of her dreams. But Grace holds a secret about her past that may stand in the way of their happiness.

Gabriel Campbell desires Grace with a passion just as fierce as his loyalty to the Campbell Clan, but she wants marriage and he’s not ready to lay down his sword to raise babies. Gabriel can’t reject Grace’s love and hurt the woman who’s penetrated his defenses, but neither can he dishonor her with less than a commitment.

Can trust end their doubts and seal their love?



 And an excerpt:

He set aside the small crock and bundled strips to wipe his face and dry his hair, then draped the rag across the back of a chair. His heavy sword and girdle made a hollow sound as he laid it on the table.  He unlaced his leather jerkin, peeled it away, and tossed it onto one of the rough-woven seats. His shirtsleeves clung to his muscular arms, still wet. When he knelt before her, Grace straightened in surprise.
“Are you truly whole, lass?” His brown gaze, dark with concern, traced her features.

“Aye. I am. Except for the wee cut on my foot, I am the same as I was this morn when we broke our fast together.”

His features relaxed. He sat on the stone hearth and rubbed a hand over his beard-covered jaw. His knuckles were red and swollen from the fight. His hair, still wet, hung against his cheeks. Mud splattered his boots and the knees of his trews. Yet he made no move to see to his own needs.

A wave of tenderness drove Grace to retrieve the washbowl from the small table, and, returning to the fireplace, she poured some of the hot water from the pot on the hearth into it. “Come sit at the table and put your hands into the water, Gabriel. ‘Twill ease the soreness and the swelling.”

His gaze meander from her bare feet, over her calves, then upward. With every inch, it became harder for her to take a full breath, and her mouth grew progressively drier. A sweet ache blossomed in the secret parts of her body. He rose to his feet and the feeling increased. By the time he reached the table, her body clamored for his touch.

His fingers brushed the hem of the shirt she wore. Her knee tingled at the closeness of his fingers, though he never made contact. It took all her control to remain motionless, though the desire to be closer threatened to overwhelm her.

“You are a sweet sight, Grace. A temptation t’ me.” Gabriel’s voice was soft and husky. “‘Twould be best for us both for you to dress while I am thus distracted.”

Warmth surged into her face and she nodded. She limped to the bed and found her shift. What would it be like to have a man with so kind a nature share her body? She saw the glow on Lady Mary’s face when Lord Alexander was near. Their public expressions of affection were few, but she had observed the way his hand lingered at her waist when they walked together. How he cupped her shoulder when he rested his arm on the back of her chair. In his conduct, his love for her was there for all to see.

Tis that and more I want. But how can I get it? And what is it they share that brings such a light to their eyes?

Grace drew the shirt up over her head and dropped it upon the bed. She glanced over her shoulder. Gabriel would not dishonor her by looking, but the tense set of his shoulders told her he wanted to.

She smiled.

How would she feel if he saw her like this? Warmth flooded her body and the intimate, taunting need he inspired intensified. Such new and wondrous feelings set her hands to shaking and made them clumsy as she slipped her shift on over her head, then her kirtle. Her skin felt tight, the fabric rough against it. When she tugged her surcoat into place she realized, for the first time, how restricting clothing could be.

Thanks,
Teresa Reasor 

Sunday, July 28, 2013

FOR THE DEAD WRITER WHO HAS EVERYTHING (revisited)

I don't think about the afterlife very often.
I keep busy so unless I'm writing about it, or something happens to someone I know, I keep it an abstract thought pushed far back into the recesses of my brain.
If something does happen to me, I have had discussions about what I'd like done with my physical remains with my family members.(Got to get that will written.)
I'm hoping that by the time I croak and wave good-bye to this plane of existence, they'll be shooting peoples remains to the moon or just out into the cosmos.  Perfect last trip for a die hard Trekie. I'll be able to go where no woman has gone before, mixed up with several other people. 

But in the meantime two friends discovered the first two interesting things you can do with your CARBON BASED LIFE FORM remains. I just had to share them and others I've discovered since.

A BOX OF PENCILS  Perfect last gift to your loved ones to remember you by, a pencil made from your ashes. With your name on it.  I hope they have colored ones by the time I go.



LIFE GEM MEMORIAL DIAMONDS  A diamond made from a lock of your hair.


Now, I'd really rather be a diamond instead of a pencil, but with the cost of funerals I probably won't have anything left after paying for my Star Trek adventure. So, I think it would still be pretty cool to be written with. Since I've done so much writing in this life, kind of sounds fitting to me.

Holy Smoke ! Did you know that if you're a hunter, or just love to shoot, you can have a pound of your ashes loaded into shot gun shells so they can shoot them off at your funeral?  It's $850.00. My daughter told me about this one.


Vinyly   a British company has created vinyl records mixed with your ashes.  You can have different songs created Knocking on Heavens Door, Stairway to Heaven and others . I love Led Zeppelin so I'd have to have that one.


 Cremation jewelry  You can also by jewelry to put your loved ones ashes in and wear them.

Decisions, Decisions.

LIVE LONG AND PROSPER!!

Teresa Reasor
Highland Moonlight  (April 2013)
To Capture a Highlander's Heart: The Beginning (FREE READ)
Captive Hearts  (May 2013)
Timeless (January 2012)
An Automated Death(A Steampunk Short Story) March 2013
Breaking Free (Book 1 of the SEAL TEAM Heartbreakers)2011
Breaking Through (Book 2 of the SEAL TEAM Heartbreakers) 2012
Breaking Away (Book 3 of the SEAL TEAM Heartbreakers) coming 2013
Visit me at http://www.teresareasor.com

Friday, July 19, 2013

Love is Timeless

Love is Timeless is the theme for my book TIMELESS. 


Though it's a romance, it's also a paranormal mystery suspense book and has elements of science fiction as well. Because of all that it was difficult to categorize.

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.


After being out almost a year and a half Timeless has finally reached the Paranormal list in ebooks on Amazon. I always hoped it would hit a list. And it's been a struggle because it's a big book 433 pages in print.

It took me two years to write the book. I was working two jobs and writing on the weekends to try and finish it. During that summer I traveled to Scotland to the Loch Maree area, the true highlands of Scotland. Beautiful place, beautiful people, and I gathered brain food for my book from both. 

We (my friend Mitzi and I ) went to Loch Maree because it’s the setting of my current work in progress and I wanted to see the highlands up close and personal. And Loch Maree is the highlands. It resides in Wester Ross in the Northwestern upper regions of Scotland. It’s known as the Jewel of the Highlands because it’s so untouched.



I was unprepared for the raw beauty and power of the place.

Scotland was carved out by huge glaciers that covered the entire continent hundreds of thousands of years ago. That fact never seemed so evident until I saw the Loch Maree area.



This is Mount Slioch. It stands 3219 feet high and dominates its surroundings. It’s very popular with
climbers.
 

Loch Maree has a maximum depth of 375 feet and an average depth of 125 and is nearly 13 miles long. It is the 4th largest loch in Scotland.
The area is a favorite camping site. Hiking, climbing, and fishing seems to be the favorite pastime for anyone who visits. The light seemed to change every few minutes as you can tell from my pictures.  And the area is known to have unexpected, sometimes violent storms blow through, a fact that I have used to my advantage in my book.




Here's an excerpt from the book. Warning theirs love making involved.



He followed her inside and shut the door. She dropped her weight belt and other gear on the floor.

Quinn touched her shoulder. “We’ve been over this ground before, Regan. In the past. And now. Is it some mistake we made in the past that’s put us back here once again?”

For a moment, she dwelt on her first experience with Coira and Braden, the desperation of their lovemaking. “Possibly. More than once.”

“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 tumbled through her thoughts. 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, there—all over.

He popped the button on his jeans and peeled down the zipper. “Protection?”

Regan scrambled to reach the nightstand drawer and grabbed an unopened box of condoms. Her fingers were clumsy as she ripped the flap off and tore loose the first packet. Her breath left her on a sigh as he lowered his mouth to the sensitive spot just below her navel, then lower. He twisted his fingers in the ribbon thin elastic of her underwear and drew it down. His mouth found the inside of her thigh. An electric frisson of sensation arrowed deep, and she gasped, her hips undulating in response.

He murmured her name. “I’m not going to last long, lass.”

“Neither am I.” She tore open the condom wrapper.

He plucked the condom free and sheathed himself. He leaned over her, and she drew him down. His body molded to hers. Every brush of his bare skin against hers acted as a caress. The touch and taste of his lips, a deeper kiss than any she’d ever shared. He thrust into her and her body rose to embrace him.

She followed the hollow of his spine, the rounded, muscular curve of his buttocks with her fingers and captured his rhythm as though she’d done so a thousand times before.

The intent expression on his face, the aching tenderness of his touch, seemed familiar, yet new. The act of making love with him was like reliving a memory and experiencing something fresh, sweet and so profound she wanted to weep at the rightness of it.

The slow thrust and drag of his movements triggered a permeating pleasure that built and built. She nipped his shoulder, then ran her tongue over the spot, tasting the salty texture of his skin. Quinn shuddered and murmured her name, his movements growing harder more intense. She climaxed, the sensation sweeping up and over her with such strength she cried out.

She opened her eyes to look into Quinn’s face above her. A mixture of tenderness and satisfaction laced the smile that played about his lips. With the echo of his release nestled deep inside her, nothing had ever seemed more right.


I hope you enjoyed learning about Timeless and reading the excerpt.

If you know of other books similar to Timeless or ones that follow that same theme, I'd love to hear about them.

Read on,
Teresa Reasor