Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Paranormals: Fun, Adventurous, Romantic, Creative & SEXY as Hell

I love writing Paranormal Romance. I love reading them as well. My SEAL Team Heartbreaker Series is based in reality, and I love writing about my guys. But my Superstition Series is based totally inside my imagination. Even the town Superstition, Kentucky is right there in my head. It has a small community college, a library that is utilized by the public and the college students, like many college libraries, and it has streets named for things based in magic.  

I'm not saying that reality isn't as interesting a writing experience, but sometimes it's fun to step away and let the impossible happen.

And writing Paranormal Romance does give me a break from the deep immersion into the military life and the intense emotions I usually experience when I live in my SEALs' world for a long time.

My paranormal characters experience heart-wrenching things and have hot sexual encounters just like my SEAL characters.  But sometimes the love making my paranormal characters share has a little Magic sprinkled in that makes their physical engagements pretty interesting. Sometimes their abilities can be a hindrance and sometimes they can accentuate their feelings and responses.

Whisper in My Ear

Would spending time with him cause her to wish for something she couldn’t have? Of course it would. “Then maybe this is a mistake.”
Drew stepped close, cupped the back of her head and kissed her.
The gentle pressure of his mouth was intent but not forceful. Her first seconds of resistance washed away upon the tide of longing and need rushing through her. The heat from his body wrapped her in warmth, drawing her in. Her bag fell from her shoulder and hit the floor.
She slid her arms around his waist and leaned into him. She inhaled in his unique Merman scent.
When his tongue slipped between her lips she groaned. He tasted like expensive bourbon and him. Her tongue tangled with his while Drew’s arms tightened around her, holding her closer. She felt his response and fought the urge to rise on tiptoe to better fit her body to his.
Drew gently broke the kiss, and she opened her eyes to look up at him. A gasp escaped. The normal human planes of his face had transitioned to something more angular and rugged, his cheekbones flatter and more prominent, his eyes holding a preternatural glow. He looked…foreign, majestic and…desirable.
“What is it?’ he asked.
Movement down the hall caught her attention. A man and woman approached, neighbors who lived in three-nineteen. They couldn’t see him like this. She grasped Drew’s arm and tugged him into her apartment and shut the door.
His expression, both bemused and surprised, had her shaking her head. How had he not felt the change? She pointed at a mirror over the couch. “Look at yourself.”
The light over the door signaled her doorbell had rung. She motioned Drew to step out of sight, and then opened the door.
Mrs. Stein, the woman she’d seen coming down the hall, held out Katrina’s purse, her gray brows raised. “I don’t think you want to leave this out here in the hall.”
Katrina’s cheeks burned and she forced a laugh. “No, that wouldn’t be a good idea. Thank you.”
“Good night,” Mrs. Stein said with a nod and strolled down the hall.

Katrina closed the door and leaned back against it, her attention returning to Drew where he stood in front of the couch and stared into the mirror.


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

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

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

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Vampire relationships are always complicated. Especially if you're not just vampire but had a few extra tallents.  And my Vampires can share their power with one another.  Think about it, bitting can add a special little something to the mating ritual. Being immortal where you can be with the same person for hundreds of years can be a turn on or a drag, depending on the relationship. But being strong enough to bench press a car can come in handy during love-making from a stamina point of view. LOL 
 Magic and Mayhem: Once Bitten, Twice Shy  

“I think we’re clean enough, don’t you?” he asked, cupping her breasts while he nibbled her earlobe and his breath fanned her neck. Delightful shivers trailed down her spine, and her breasts felt full and tight beneath his touch.
“Yes.” She cupped his face and guided his mouth to hers. Her power wrapped around them and lifted them out of the water and onto their feet.
His impressive erection pressed against her belly. She cupped it and explored its length and thickness. Hunter’s gray gaze glowed blue as his power flared and enveloped her in warmth. He lifted her easily, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
The trip between tub and bed took but a second, and she held onto him while he crawled up on the bed. She lay back to gaze up into his face. “There are real perks to having vampire skills sometimes.”
He chuckled. “And strength.”
He removed the comb from her hair and ran his fingers through the shoulder-length locks, his power intensifying and spreading like static electricity over her skin. She caught her breath at the sensation and ran her hands up his chest. Then she forked her fingers through the dark hair at the back of his head and tugged his mouth back to hers.
Their lips clung, and their tongues meshed in a kiss that had her rolling her hips against him, inviting a deeper intimacy. He nipped at her shoulder without breaking the skin, then slid lower to take one nipple into his mouth to suck, then the other.
She caressed his neck and shoulders and let her power flow over him in a caress. He looked up at her, his eyes aglow, his fangs lengthening. “I want to bite you every time you do that…among other things.”
His hand trailed over her belly and lower. He tempted her with his fingers and she bowed her back. His name emerged somewhere between a plea and a prayer.

Somewhere off the beaten path in the World of Magic and Mayhem, there’s a little-visited trail that leads to a realm of vampire politics, danger and maybe even death.

Phoebe Stewart only agreed to marry Trevor Ricci to secure peace between their warring vampire clans. When her groom poisons her during the wedding ceremony, and her life expectancy falls from forever to a week, “till death do you part” takes on a whole new meaning. When she catches up with her new husband, she intends to stake and roast the traitorous, narcissistic weenie. 
Especially now she’s met Hunter Knox, the bad boy alpha vampire she’s been waiting for her whole death. 
Agent Hunter Knox works for the National Vampire Security Council. When a poison that can actually kill their species surfaces, he’s dead set on finding and destroying it. But once he meets Phoebe, and realizes she only has days to live, the need for an antidote takes priority. 
And the more he gets to know her, the more he suspects she may be as important to vampire kind as she’s becoming to him.


In Paranormal Romance love can last longer than one lifetime. Sometimes it can last several. Not only for vampires but normal folk who may have experienced love in another time. Exploring the possibilities of time travel, reincarnation, and multi-dimensions all in the same book might be a little over the top, but the story just seemed to come together like that in Timeless. 


As their mouths touched, desire thrummed through Quinn. Sensation rippled downward to settle in his groin, and he grew hard. The taste and feel of her was new, yet familiar. As he breathed in the clean scent of her skin, her hair, the fragrance changed to one of flowers and spice. A kaleidoscope of memories flashed through his mind making him dizzy. Regan lying naked on a dark pelt of fur, Regan welcoming him inside her body, her moans of pleasure driving his own desire higher. But not Regan. He had never been with her.
A sweet rush of love and tenderness crashed over him like nothing he had ever experienced. His mouth slanted across hers, and his tongue delved into her mouth reaching for hers. It had been so long since he’d had this, an eternity.
Regan’s hands beneath his sweater against his back helped him shake free of the memories. He needed to stop, to get away from her, but his feet seemed planted into the wood of the floor. A compulsive need urged him to mold her closer, to hold on tight. He broke the kiss. ”Regan—”
Her eyes looked large and drowsy with desire, her lips berry red. He slipped his hands beneath her sweater to stroke and caress the bare width of her back. She was warm and real. Memory and reality clashed and fought in his head. “We shouldn’t do this, lass.”
Her hands cupped his face. “Just one more, and we won’t.” She drew his lips back and her tongue tangled with his. He groaned as she rose on tiptoe again to fit herself against him more fully.
The intrusive feelings and thoughts receded and it was Regan, all Regan. Relief had him tightening his arms, molding her closer. The kiss went on and on.
His breathing ragged, he turned his face against her throat to nibble the tender skin and trace, with his lips, the edge of her jaw to her ear. She shuddered as he nipped the tender lobe and drew it into his mouth.
“Quinn—” Her soft, husky tone did things to him he couldn’t control or resist.
“Just one more, eh?” he murmured and drew back to look down at her, his lips twitching with sudden humor.
Her flushed cheeks darkened to a deeper pink. “I didn’t want to regret missing out on something I’ve been curious about.”
He raised one brow as he studied her face. “And did I satisfy your curiosity?”
“Yes.” She shifted to rest her head against his chest.
He tightened his arms around her. “And what would you have been curious about?” He cupped the back of her head, holding her close.
“If you kiss as well in person, as you do in my dreams.”
“I kissed you on the dock once before.”
“Yes, but not like this.”
“You’ve been dreaming about me?”
“You, or an identical facsimile.”
Her answer had his muscles tensing for it brought the experience he’d just had back to the forefront. God, he had no business getting involved with her. If there wasn’t a conflict of interest professionally, there was conflict of a different kind brewing. This was just asking for trouble—for them both.

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.

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Another element of writing Paranormal Romance is MAGIC.   Yes,  Magic can be important. There's the Magic of the romance itself without which the story wouldn't be nearly as interesting.  The Magic of  the characters and how they interact in the story. The Magic of building their relationships. And the Magic they perform in bed and out.  Sometimes making love has a Magic of its own when love is present. 

Deep Within The Shadows

She reached for the bottom of his T-shirt and ran a questing hand beneath to touch his skin. Caleb yanked it up and off, and threw it aside. The muscular slope of his shoulders and chest looked so wide and powerful. She had to be closer to him, and feel his skin against hers. She swung a leg over his lap and straddled him.
Caleb cupped her bottom with one hand as he slid back onto the bed, taking her with him. He reached for her sweater and tugged it up. So focused on the driving need to feel him inside her, Miranda shed the sweater without a second thought. He reached for her bra, and she allowed it to slide forward so he could toss it aside. She shivered at the delicious brush of her nipples against the hair blanketing his upper chest. She wanted to nestle into him like a second layer of skin and wrap herself around him.
He cupped one breast and kneaded it gently. She had dreamed of having his hands all over her, craved them. She pressed into his palm in response, and relished the sensation that trailed from her breast downward when he squeezed her nipple.
She cupped his jaw and tilted his head so she could kiss him. Her tongue tangled with his in a slow dance that had her blood racing, and she groaned at the onslaught of a sweet rush. He ran a hand up her back to cradle her against him and turned so she could stretch out beside him.
His gaze swept down her naked torso, and his eyes had never burned so hot a blue. He trailed his fingertips down between her breasts and over the dip between her ribcage to her waist and the top of her slacks. “You’re trembling.”
“I want this so much.” Her voice shook. “Want you.”
“You’re the only thing I thought about for months overseas, and all I’ve wanted since I got home.” He unhooked her waistband and slid down the zipper, his movements unhurried, apparently savoring every moment as much as she. When he slipped a hand inside the fabric and around her hip she lifted up so he could tug them down and away.
She didn’t feel embarrassed or uneasy being naked, vulnerable with him, only cherished, wanted. When he ran a hand along her bare hip, she turned against him, seeking the warmth of his skin against hers. She traced his collarbone with her lips, then the heavy pulse beating at his throat.
Caleb drew a ragged breath. His hands moved slowly, insistently, caressing her. He pushed her back and slid down to caress her breast with his lips and tongue. When he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked, she gasped at the titillating pleasure coursing deep inside.
She raked her fingers through his hair, discovering the texture of the faintly coarse waves and curls that twined around her fingers. The brush of his stubble against her breasts heightened her desire, but not as much as the realization that she was experiencing this with Caleb, sharing it with him.
Fear had held her back for so long, she was amazed by the tiniest sensation. She couldn’t touch him enough, share a deep enough kiss. Every heartbeat felt like the first. She loved freely for the first time. When he shook free of his jeans and rose above her, she welcomed him. The brief feeling of pressure and discomfort lasted only a moment, then he was inside her, filling the hungry, sensual void, and her heart. The sweet intimacy of being a part of him was almost overwhelming, and she fought back the tears.
He froze for a moment, a question in his gaze as he looked down at her.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

She caught the rhythm of Caleb’s slow, steady movements, and the desire building to give to him as he was giving to her rose up and carried her forward. She reached for the surprising, encompassing pleasure he gave her with joy. It built to a tantalizing crest, until she was almost afraid she might fly apart. She curved her arms up his back and held on as it took her.

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

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

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

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I hope you enjoyed the excerpts from some of my paranormal romances. Writing is a kind of magic for me. It is my first love and my passion.  Thank you for letting me share it with you. 

I'd love some comments if you're moved to leave them.

Read on, 

Teresa Reasor 


JVRC said...

I love paranormal anything. These look really good. I'm going to have to lay in the supply on my Kindle. :-)

Teresa Reasor said...

Thanks so much for stopping by my blog and commenting Jesse. I appreciate it.

Girl Who Reads said...

Not really into paranormal romance or really paranormal anything. Though I'm sometimes okay with it in a good cozy mystery. I recently finished Southern Spirits wherein the protagonist talks with ghosts and I really enjoyed it.

Christoph Fischer said...

You've got such a great selection of books, spanning so many genres. This looks like so much fun!

Teresa Reasor said...

Paranormal isn't everyone's cup of tea. I personally love them. But then I read every genre. I haven't met a book I wouldn't read yet. I hope that continues.
Thanks for stopping by.

Teresa Reasor said...

Thanks for coming by and leaving a comment. And yes, I do have a lot of different genres. I write what I love. But it's really difficult to promote all of them.

Author Chad Schimke said...

You certainly are a prolific author with a wide range of unusual and exciting titles. Congrats to you on your many successes!

Teresa Reasor said...

Thank you, Chad. I appreciate it. Teresa

Clipping Solutions said...

Great job. I like and appreciate it. Thanks