A NEW RELEASE AND A SNEAK PEAK AT THE COVER OF BREAKING BOUNDARIES: A SEAL TEAM HEARTBREAKER NOVELLA
I want to thank all my readers. Without you my books would sit on the shelves and never be read. I can't tell you how grateful I am for each and every one of you.
And for those of you who share my releases with others, a special thank you to you.
A NEW RELEASE!!! Deep Within The Shadows is available for preorder at $.99 at all retailers. I'll be keeping the price there for the first month.
My kickass cover (Tracy Stewart my cover artist is the bomb) has been entered in two contests. The Affaire De Coeur cover contest in the ALMOST KISS category. Check it out. Voting for the semi-finalists will be open to readers July1, 2015 and will end midnight July 15th. I hope you'll get out and vote so DWTS can win!!
And on June 21-28 during Urban/ Contemporary Fantasy theme week it will be entered in the cover contest for the entire week. I'll be posting more info about this contest as it becomes available.
Here's the Blurb:
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.
“Have I told you this vampire-biker-chick look suits you?” Justin’s warm, moist breath brushed her neck. She flinched away, resisting the urge to elbow him in the gut. Orange juice splashed onto the counter. For weeks, since he’d been hired to bartend, he’d pushed for a date. He was doing it again tonight. With his shaggy mop of dark hair, clean-shaven, angular jaw, and hazel eyes, he could pass for Hayden Christensen’s cousin. Even with the Goth makeup turning his skin pale, he exuded sex appeal. Had her feelings not been deadened to it—to him—to every man, since—
“Look Justin. I don’t date anyone I work with. It causes too many complications. Move on to someone else.”
His smile wavered but didn’t quite die. “Maybe I’ll have to quit my job, then.”
She shook her head. I’m not worth the sacrifice. I’m trouble you don’t need. She slid the drink to the waiting customer and picked up his money.
A woman slinked up to the bar, her tight black strapless dress hugging her generous curves like a sausage casing. With arrogance and grace, she raised her hand in a demanding gesture. Juliet took a deep breath. She didn’t have the patience to deal with Justin and her, too. She nodded toward the customer. “Can you get her order? I need to ring this up.” She waved the money in her hand.
With a wry grin, Justin strolled down the workspace behind the bar, his shoes squeaking on the rubber mat.
Juliet heaved a gusty sigh. Maybe he’d hook up with Ms. Sausage and quit pressuring her. Hell, maybe they’d find true love together. She could only hope.
Her feet ached, as did her back, from nearly ten hours behind the bar. Even her facial muscles felt tired from smiling at customers. She just wanted to finish her shift and go home to a long, long bath and an empty bed.
She returned to the task at hand. The heavy metal beat from the stage pounded against her ears, drowning out the beep of the cash register as she keyed in the order. The base drum thumped in time with the headache throbbing behind her eyes. Jesus! She rubbed her temples. The rock bands Hector hired were usually more than loud enough, but for the last two weeks, The Skull’s music had been falling just short of an assault.
She scanned the dance floor where a strobe light captured the dancers’ stop-action gyrations. Not couples, but the group, the collective. They moved as one. She paused a moment, attempting to guess which were human and which had something to hide. The smoke machine backstage provided an eerie atmospheric backdrop for the band and the audience. Since they were already painted and garbed in Goth style, the special effects lent the patrons the look of extras on a Day of the Dead movie set.
The bar was the new happening hangout in Superstition, Kentucky. Business was booming. Tips were good. Unless you knew what to look for, it was difficult to sort the real from the imagined. Management strenuously encouraged the employees to dress a part. And the clientele.
Since the college had taken root, the sleepy little town of Superstition had begun to attract an interesting demographic. Very interesting.
The counter was sticky from orange juice she slopped while trying to fix a screwdriver and also avoid Justin’s latest pseudo-amorous efforts. She wiped her workstation with a damp sponge, tossed it in the sink, and turned her attention to the next drink order, a Primal Scream. The lead singer accompanied the order with a shrill demonstration. Juliet winced.
From the stage, a spotlight swept across the crowd and paused on the bar. Blinking against the harsh glare, she snatched up a bottle of Kahlua from the packed shelves. Its sweet scent momentarily dulled the flowery smell of her last customer’s cologne. The mirror behind the bar captured a brief glimpse of her pale face and exaggerated eye makeup.
A movement, a form, stealthy, fast, and gray, rose behind her in the glass. Cold feathered her skin and crawled across her scalp. The shape sprouted two very long arm-like appendages that looped around her. With a startled yelp, she twisted around to face the threat. The spotlight swung away.
Juliet blinked, blinded by the change in light. Her vision cleared.
Nothing. Nothing was there.
Here's the blurb:
Breaking Boundaries will be out in July!!!
And don't forget my other three paranormals:
They're available everywhere.
When a marine archaeologist and a salvage
diver discover the extraordinary power of ancient Celtic monoliths, 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
Teresa Reasor
And for those of you who share my releases with others, a special thank you to you.
A NEW RELEASE!!! Deep Within The Shadows is available for preorder at $.99 at all retailers. I'll be keeping the price there for the first month.
My kickass cover (Tracy Stewart my cover artist is the bomb) has been entered in two contests. The Affaire De Coeur cover contest in the ALMOST KISS category. Check it out. Voting for the semi-finalists will be open to readers July1, 2015 and will end midnight July 15th. I hope you'll get out and vote so DWTS can win!!
And on June 21-28 during Urban/ Contemporary Fantasy theme week it will be entered in the cover contest for the entire week. I'll be posting more info about this contest as it becomes available.
Here's the Blurb:
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.
An Excerpt:
CHAPTER 1
Juliet Templeton scanned the patrons lined up at the bar waiting for drinks. Her hands flew as she packed ice into a glass and measured vodka in a jigger and dumped it in. She reached for the orange juice and tipped the jug.
“Have I told you this vampire-biker-chick look suits you?” Justin’s warm, moist breath brushed her neck. She flinched away, resisting the urge to elbow him in the gut. Orange juice splashed onto the counter. For weeks, since he’d been hired to bartend, he’d pushed for a date. He was doing it again tonight. With his shaggy mop of dark hair, clean-shaven, angular jaw, and hazel eyes, he could pass for Hayden Christensen’s cousin. Even with the Goth makeup turning his skin pale, he exuded sex appeal. Had her feelings not been deadened to it—to him—to every man, since—
“Look Justin. I don’t date anyone I work with. It causes too many complications. Move on to someone else.”
His smile wavered but didn’t quite die. “Maybe I’ll have to quit my job, then.”
She shook her head. I’m not worth the sacrifice. I’m trouble you don’t need. She slid the drink to the waiting customer and picked up his money.
A woman slinked up to the bar, her tight black strapless dress hugging her generous curves like a sausage casing. With arrogance and grace, she raised her hand in a demanding gesture. Juliet took a deep breath. She didn’t have the patience to deal with Justin and her, too. She nodded toward the customer. “Can you get her order? I need to ring this up.” She waved the money in her hand.
With a wry grin, Justin strolled down the workspace behind the bar, his shoes squeaking on the rubber mat.
Juliet heaved a gusty sigh. Maybe he’d hook up with Ms. Sausage and quit pressuring her. Hell, maybe they’d find true love together. She could only hope.
Her feet ached, as did her back, from nearly ten hours behind the bar. Even her facial muscles felt tired from smiling at customers. She just wanted to finish her shift and go home to a long, long bath and an empty bed.
She returned to the task at hand. The heavy metal beat from the stage pounded against her ears, drowning out the beep of the cash register as she keyed in the order. The base drum thumped in time with the headache throbbing behind her eyes. Jesus! She rubbed her temples. The rock bands Hector hired were usually more than loud enough, but for the last two weeks, The Skull’s music had been falling just short of an assault.
She scanned the dance floor where a strobe light captured the dancers’ stop-action gyrations. Not couples, but the group, the collective. They moved as one. She paused a moment, attempting to guess which were human and which had something to hide. The smoke machine backstage provided an eerie atmospheric backdrop for the band and the audience. Since they were already painted and garbed in Goth style, the special effects lent the patrons the look of extras on a Day of the Dead movie set.
The bar was the new happening hangout in Superstition, Kentucky. Business was booming. Tips were good. Unless you knew what to look for, it was difficult to sort the real from the imagined. Management strenuously encouraged the employees to dress a part. And the clientele.
Since the college had taken root, the sleepy little town of Superstition had begun to attract an interesting demographic. Very interesting.
The counter was sticky from orange juice she slopped while trying to fix a screwdriver and also avoid Justin’s latest pseudo-amorous efforts. She wiped her workstation with a damp sponge, tossed it in the sink, and turned her attention to the next drink order, a Primal Scream. The lead singer accompanied the order with a shrill demonstration. Juliet winced.
From the stage, a spotlight swept across the crowd and paused on the bar. Blinking against the harsh glare, she snatched up a bottle of Kahlua from the packed shelves. Its sweet scent momentarily dulled the flowery smell of her last customer’s cologne. The mirror behind the bar captured a brief glimpse of her pale face and exaggerated eye makeup.
A movement, a form, stealthy, fast, and gray, rose behind her in the glass. Cold feathered her skin and crawled across her scalp. The shape sprouted two very long arm-like appendages that looped around her. With a startled yelp, she twisted around to face the threat. The spotlight swung away.
Juliet blinked, blinded by the change in light. Her vision cleared.
Nothing. Nothing was there.
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Sneak peak at the cover for BREAKING BOUNDARIES, a new SEAL Team Heartbreakers Novella. I love the cover. It projects the feel of the books of people having to break free of all the boundaries in their lives and reach for happiness. Look at that wall behind him. And my guy is Callahan Crowe in the flesh.
Sneak peak at the cover for BREAKING BOUNDARIES, a new SEAL Team Heartbreakers Novella. I love the cover. It projects the feel of the books of people having to break free of all the boundaries in their lives and reach for happiness. Look at that wall behind him. And my guy is Callahan Crowe in the flesh.
Here's the blurb:
Breaking Boundaries:
Corporal Callahan Crowe arrives home from Afghanistan
missing part of a leg and haunted by guilt over the loss of his men. With their
memory in mind, he pledges to live every moment of life for them all. And
despite having a prosthetic, he is determined to build a career in the only
field he knows besides being a soldier: construction.
Reeling from her fiancé’s infidelity and broken engagement,
Kathleen O’Connor accepts a job far away from Boston to escape the sympathetic
fallout from friends and family. With her shiny, new architectural degree, she
decides to launch her career with a commercial construction and design firm,
and puts romance firmly behind her.
Her first day on the job, Kathleen witnesses an act of
unfounded prejudice against Cal Crowes that disturbs her. 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 isn’t expecting, and shows him a missing limb isn’t the stumbling block to
love he's believed it is. And Kathleen discovers there’s more to a man than two
good legs—it’s the size of his heart that counts.
Breaking Boundaries will be out in July!!!
And don't forget my other three paranormals:
They're available everywhere.
Mermaid Katrina Lawson has adapted to living on land among
humans. Though deaf, the promise of a cochlear implant offers her a ray of
hope.
Drew Saunders uses his voice as a tool of seduction, but because Katrina is deaf, he must work to build a relationship with her the human way.
But Katrina's doctor has discovered her secret. Will she have to sacrifice their love for the good of her species?
Drew Saunders uses his voice as a tool of seduction, but because Katrina is deaf, he must work to build a relationship with her the human way.
But Katrina's doctor has discovered her secret. Will she have to sacrifice their love for the good of her species?
A young boy's spirit possesses an automaton he and his
father are building to offer his grief stricken parent comforting messages.
When the man who killed him becomes obsessed
with the machine, he and the boy’s father are set on a collision course
guaranteed to cause tragedy.
Read on,
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