Saturday, August 22, 2015

Breaking Boundaries: A New Excerpt

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



The Blurb:

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

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

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


The public firestorm pushes Cal into the limelight in ways he least expects, but shows him a missing limb’s not the barrier to love he's believed it is. But there’s something besides business politics brewing at work, and when Kathleen’s life is threatened, she discovers there’s more to a man than two good legs—it’s the size of his heart that counts.


An Excerpt:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ava Gardner.”

“She was beautiful, Callahan.”

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


Hope you enjoyed the excerpt! 
Read on,
Teresa Reasor 

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