Monday, October 30, 2017

RELEASE DAY FOR DEEP WITHIN THE STONE!!! READ ANOTHER EXCERPT

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! It is RELEASE DAY for Deep Within the Stone!!! I'm so proud of the book. It's an Adult Beauty and the Beast tale.   Here's the cover and the blurb and below is a new excerpt.


THE BEAUTY…

Like Michelangelo, gifted sculptor Genevieve Warren believes her purpose is to set free the beings she can sense trapped inside the stone she carves. But she’s never had a sculpture speak to her like the rare 14th century gargoyle left out in the elements to crumble in a castle garden. Because of Scottish antiquity law, she can’t buy him, but she leases him and has him shipped home. However, she’s left to wonder why his owners are so eager to get rid of part of their history.

THE BEAST…

Finlay MacLeod has spent centuries as a monster. Stone by day and beast at night, he craves an escape from the endless loneliness of his existence. When Genevieve cares for the stone sculpture as though he’s real, he hopes he’s found someone who will care for the monster imprisoned inside it, too… and help him end his suffering. But first he must reveal to her he’s alive.

THE CURSE…

Genevieve becomes aware there are mystical things afoot when she’s told dark magic surrounds the sculpture she’s imported. The reality of what she’s welcomed into her life is more fantastic and compelling than anything she could have imagined.



But there’s more than one kind of monster prowling the hills and valleys of Superstition. One has decided that only Genevieve can feed his many hungers.  He’s watching, waiting, and moving closer every moment.

AN EXCERPT: 
A wolf came slinking out from the deepest part of the brush, possibly drawn by the smell of fresh blood. His hunger killed by his thoughts, Finn stayed motionless until she crept close. On a whim, he tossed the skinned rabbit to her. Her teeth gleamed white as she caught it in her strong jaws and bounded back into the brush.
Finn slogged to the creek and washed his face and hands in the chilly water. He crouched there for several moments, drinking deeply, and then, looking up, noticed several pairs of eyes glowing from the underbrush. Wolves, possibly a pack. He eyed them with wary concern, then with interest.
Could they end this for him? Could he remain unresisting while they attacked and devoured him? He folded his wings back and bent to rest his forehead against his knee and waited.
The musky smell of their fur was familiar, and took him back hundreds of years. When he felt a muzzle brush against his arm, he froze, though every human instinct screamed at him to leap to his feet and run, and every monster instinct told him to fight and fly.
Sounds came from behind him, wet and nauseating, while they gobbled up the innards of the rabbit. He raised his head a wee bit, and met the golden gaze of a huge wolf. For several seconds they froze, taking each other’s measure.
The feral gleam he glimpsed in other animals’ eyes was absent. Instead, Finn saw a patient watchfulness. Testing the waters, he raised a hand and, curling his fingers so his sharp, lethal nails were tucked into his palm, extended the back of his hand to the beast.
The wolf sniffed it and sat down.
Stunned, the words “What are you?” burst from Finn. “Have ye been cursed like me?”
The wolf shook himself as though to say no. He gave a short, sharp bark, calling his pack together. Finn watched in despair as they followed their alpha back into the woods.
After that one brief contact, they had no interest in further congress with him. He rose and did the only thing left to him.
He flew back to Genevieve’s house.
Careful to avoid large patches of interior lights cast onto the lawn, Finn reached for one of the dingy cloths Genevieve used earlier to scrub his stony exterior. He poured some soap onto the cloth, then studied the knob connected to the garden hose. His overlarge hands, with their deadly claws, gripped the circular metal clumsily, but he managed to turn it.
The sound of running water was evident, but none came out the end of the hose. He gripped the metallic thing preventing the water from pouring. He gave the lever a cautious squeeze, and cold water sprayed out, hitting him in the chest. With a grin, he sprayed himself down and wet the rag, delighting in the process of soaping his hair and body until he was covered with lather. He even soaped the parts of his wings he could reach, then sprayed himself down with the hose before giving a violent shake, scattering drops across the patio. There were so few pleasures left to him, but being clean and not smelling like an unwashed beast was one of them.
After taking a long drink, he returned everything to its place and turned off the water. He had just moved to his spot on the patio when the door behind him opened. In a blink, Finn took his normal position. Only if she came close enough to touch him would she recognize the difference.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her check the valve that controlled the water. She paused for a moment to scan the yard. His footprints stood out on the concrete and led right to him. His stomach tightened with part dread, part excitement. What would happen if she discover his secret? She would be terrified, horrified. But after that passed… He didn’t want to think about what she might do. All he knew was the truth of his existence had remained secret for too long.
He tensed to stand, but hesitated when she followed the footprints and came to stand directly in front of him. She was too close. He did not want to frighten her.
He breathed in the sweet scent lingering on her skin and gazed at the long, smooth length of her legs. Without the barrier of the window and the distance, they appeared softer, more well-muscled. The shorts hugged her buttocks and hips, outlining the womanly roundness. His body responded to the sight with a fierce joy and need, and he quickly closed his eyes to block out the sight.
Should he approach her in such a state, she would be doubly terrified. He swallowed against a knot of despair. It took all his control to stay in position.
“Just someone passing by, I suppose. They must have gotten a drink and then left,” she murmured to herself.
Nearby, to the west, a wolf howled, and Genevieve caught her breath and swung around to look.
She rubbed her arms, as though warming herself against a chill, then rushed back inside.
Finn slumped in disappointment. He had been on the verge of alerting her to his presence before the wolf howled and she fled into the house.The wolves he concluded were not wolves at all.
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He stretched his wings and folded them around his body, not for warmth, for he was seldom cold, but because it provided him with a wee bit of comfort.

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DEEP WITHIN THE SHADOWS  Book one of the series is just $.99.



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.

Google Play: http://bit.ly/1H21xKN

I hope you enjoyed the excerpt and take advantage of the $.99 cent sale on Deep Within The Shadows. 

Happy Reading,
Teresa Reasor 

Friday, October 27, 2017

5 MORE DAYS AND DEEP WITHIN THE STONE WILL BE RELEASED!!

OCTOBER 31ST  is the big day. Deep Within the Stone will be released.  I'm so proud of the book. It's an Adult Beauty and the Beast tale.   Here's the cover and the blurb and below is an excerpt.  

THE BEAUTY…

Like Michelangelo, gifted sculptor Genevieve Warren believes her purpose is to set free the beings she can sense trapped inside the stone she carves. But she’s never had a sculpture speak to her like the rare 14th century gargoyle left out in the elements to crumble in a castle garden. Because of Scottish antiquity law, she can’t buy him, but she leases him and has him shipped home. However, she’s left to wonder why his owners are so eager to get rid of part of their history.

THE BEAST…

Finlay MacLeod has spent centuries as a monster. Stone by day and beast at night, he craves an escape from the endless loneliness of his existence. When Genevieve cares for the stone sculpture as though he’s real, he hopes he’s found someone who will care for the monster imprisoned inside it, too… and help him end his suffering. But first he must reveal to her he’s alive.

THE CURSE…

Genevieve becomes aware there are mystical things afoot when she’s told dark magic surrounds the sculpture she’s imported. The reality of what she’s welcomed into her life is more fantastic and compelling than anything she could have imagined.

But there’s more than one kind of monster prowling the hills and valleys of Superstition. One has decided that only Genevieve can feed his many hungers.  He’s watching, waiting, and moving closer every moment.


AN EXCERPT 

“I dinna ken why ye wish to draw me, lass. But ye’ve more than earned the right, since ye’ve fed and housed me these past weeks.”
“You’ve brought me fish twice this week, and those mushrooms you harvested were perfect in the salad we ate tonight.”
Finn looked up, and she caught the slight wrinkle of his nose.
“Man cannot live by meat and potatoes alone, Finn. And don’t say you aren’t a man because, you’re ninety percent man and ten percent stubborn. When you become human again, you’ll have to start eating healthier, otherwise you’ll have a heart attack before you’re forty.”
She pointed the stub of charcoal at him. “And don’t say you’re already older than that.” She glanced at him, studying the line of his jaw. “How old were you when you were…changed?”
“A score and eight years. An old man for my time.”
“Twenty-eight is young today. I’ll be twenty-seven my birthday.”
“Ye would have been thought left on the bush if ye were rich. Comin’ from a landed family, yer husband would have been chosen for you and you would have been breeding within the year at seven and ten. Had ye had no resources, ye would have been thought a prize because ye have a skill, and the lads would have been hangin’ about ye, tryin’ to woo ye to the altar for what ye could bring to the marriage and the marriage bed.”
“Seventeen, huh?” She felt a wave of outrage for those poor girls, forced into marriage with strangers while little more than children.
His accent always thickened when he spoke of his home. “Aye. Sometimes older, if their athair was not in need of a political ally or some other binding situation.”
“Why didn’t you want to settle down with one of the landed ladies? I’m sure your cousin could have found you one.”
“Aye, he did, a widow, but she died of consumption before the banns were posted.”
He spoke with such dispassion, she looked up. “I’m sorry, Finn.”
“Life was harder then, and there were no medicines to fight disease as there are now. I would have been a better man then, had she lived, and I took responsibility for her property and the needs of her clansmen.”
“You’re always so hard on yourself, Finn. You patrol my property to make certain I’m safe. You bring me freshly caught fish, mushrooms, wild greens. You make me feel… cared for.”
“I am always at your service.” He raised his yellow-green gaze to her face. The look in his eyes had heat flaring in her face and an empty ache erupting between her thighs.
“I need to concentrate on this. After you’ve been stationary all day, I don’t want you to have to remain so any longer than necessary. I’ve been working from photographs, but this will finish off my ideas.”
He inclined his head, but continued to gaze at her for several moments.
She focused on the paper before her as though it were the most important thing on earth. After half an hour, she said, “You can get up and move around now if you like.” He rose and stretched. The wide, muscular depth of his chest captured her attention, and her mouth dried. He turned to look over his shoulder at her, almost as if he knew what she was feeling, and she dragged her attention back to the drawing. She finished it and tore it off the pad, set it aside, then turned her attention to the portrait beneath.
She had to learn to suppress these feelings. For several days, things had been awkward between them. She was wary of standing too close, for fear of giving away, yet again, how she felt when he was near. Every look seemed awkward.
“Will ye show the drawing to me when ye’re finished?” he asked.
“Yes. Of course. Will you mind if I use it for my next sculpture?”
His brows shot up. “A sculptural copy of me like this?”
“No. It isn’t. It’s as I see you. As you really are.” She put several finishing touches to the portrait, got up, and moved back to view it from a distance.
“I would like to see it before I say aye or nay.”
“All right.” She turned the full-length drawing of him so he could see it. It was of a man fighting his way free from an invisible force. The plan was to add the polymer clay to it as she had Mai’s. Mai’s was about looking to the future. Finn’s would be about fighting against an internal prison and overcoming it. The clay would bond one arm to the base, and the other would reach upward, with tatters hanging from it.
She glanced up to find him studying the drawing. “Ye have left the face blank, lass.”
She tore the portrait she’d done off the pad and placed it carefully atop the other drawing.
He stared at the portrait and his throat worked as he swallowed. “’Tis a face I was once familiar with. How can ye see what was in the past?”
“I know human anatomy and bone structure. Yours is camouflaged, but it’s there.”
“Is it the man you see in the picture ye care about, or the monster before ye, Genevieve?”
“You are one and the same, Finn.”
“Nay. The monster is inside me as well as my shell. I have instincts I work to suppress that no human should have to fight. The urge to hunt, the need to pursue.”
He limped closer. She had filed on the second nail from his big toe, and she should never have done it. He wasn’t healing as he had always done before, because she interfered with the magic.
Why did his yellow irises so often appear green in the glare of the patio lights? Were his eyes changing color?
“The need to take.”
The way he said it brought visions of him coming inside her, and triggered an immediate, visceral reaction.
His hands closed over her arms, and he brought her up against him, the hard heat of his erection pressed against her. He bent his head and nibbled at her throat, using careful pressure while his tongue feathered her skin.
Genevieve moaned his name aloud. She ran her hands up his back to the joint of his wings. Finn shuddered and dragged in a breath. He thrust against her. “If I bite you, if I make love with ye, the magic may pass to ye. I winna let that happen.”
He dragged himself out of her arms and took two stumbling steps back, then turned and raced across the yard, his wings spread. He rose into the sky.
Genevieve bent at the waist and braced her hands on her knees. She couldn’t drag in enough air. Every muscle in her body jerked and shook with frustrated need. Her empathic abilities seemed to be growing stronger. She read his need, and it blended with hers as soon as she touched him. She bit her lip and forced herself to stand.
As her passion cooled, the urge to weep overwhelmed her. Crying wouldn’t help, but now they’d opened this box, there’d be no way to close it.

Miranda and Juliet had to help them.

If you're interested in  DEEP WITHIN THE STONE  here are the links: 






DEEP WITHIN THE SHADOWS  Book one of the series is just $.99.


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.

Google Play: http://bit.ly/1H21xKN

I hope you enjoyed the excerpt and take advantage of the $.99 cent sale on Deep Within The Shadows. 

Happy Reading,
Teresa Reasor 

Monday, October 9, 2017

Whisper In My Ear is Free!!!

Deep Within the Stone (Book 2 in the Superstition Series) will be out October 31st!!! But I have some of my other paranormal books and a short story on sale.



The first book of my Superstition Series DEEP WITHIN THE SHADOWS is on sale for $.99

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.

Google Play: http://bit.ly/1H21xKN



WHISPER IN MY EAR a stand-alone paranormal romance is FREE the rest of the month of October on Instafreebie. I hope you'll take advantage of the deal and go get it. 



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?

Whisper In My Ear has a surprise ending I think you'll like. 

AN AUTOMATED DEATH is $.99. This story is not a romance but a ghost story. 


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

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

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

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 And don't forget my newest release DEEP WITHIN THE STONE (BOOK 2 OF THE SUPERSTITION SERIES) will be released October 31st. 


THE BEAUTY…

Like Michelangelo, gifted sculptor Genevieve Warren believes her purpose is to set free the beings she can sense trapped inside the stone she carves. But she’s never had a sculpture speak to her like the rare 14th century gargoyle left out in the elements to crumble in a castle garden. Because of Scottish antiquity law, she can’t buy him, but she leases him and has him shipped home. However, she’s left to wonder why his owners are so eager to get rid of part of their history.

THE BEAST…

Finlay MacLeod has spent centuries as a monster. Stone by day and beast at night, he craves an escape from the endless loneliness of his existence. When Genevieve cares for the stone sculpture as though he’s real, he hopes he’s found someone who will care for the monster imprisoned inside it, too… and help him end his suffering. But first he must reveal to her he’s alive.

THE CURSE…

Genevieve becomes aware there are mystical things afoot when she’s told dark magic surrounds the sculpture she’s imported. The reality of what she’s welcomed into her life is more fantastic and compelling than anything she could have imagined.

But there’s more than one kind of monster prowling the hills and valleys of Superstition. One has decided that only Genevieve can feed his many hungers.  He’s watching, waiting, and moving closer every moment.







I hope you'll take advantage of some of these deals. 

Read on,
Teresa Reasor