Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Building Ties On SALE for $.99 (And An Excerpt)

I've put Building Ties (Book 4 of the SEAL Team Heartbreakers Series) on sale until the 17th of December.  The book has a 4.8 rating out of 5. So if you like Hot SEALs and Hot Romance... I'd love it if you'd check it out. 

Navy SEAL Brett 'Cutter' Weaver is on a mission to Nicaragua when he learns his bride-to-be, Tess Kelly, has been injured in a car bombing. At Homeland Security’s demand, he’s rushed home on the next available transport and arrives to find Tess embroiled in three controversial stories. One may offer the key to her attacker.

On top of the emotional and physical upheaval of the bombing, Tess has been offered the journalistic opportunity of a lifetime at the Washington Post. If she accepts the job, she and Brett face living on opposite sides of the country. With their wedding two weeks away, she has temptations to face and tough decisions to make.

Serving as her security detail, Brett sees Tess’s remarkable investigative reporting skills in action, and acts as her sounding board and partner. He’s willing to sacrifice to ensure her happiness, but more, he wants to keep her safe. Because there’s a killer stalking her, and one interview at a time, they mean to catch him.

An Excerpt: 

After eating a quick meal of beef stir fry and rice, Brett stripped off his uniform and stretched out on Tess’s bed in his boxer briefs. While he watched her undress, he realized, out of all the things he missed when he was gone, it was the small things she did he missed the most. The way she laughed at his corny jokes. The way she moved, the sound of her voice, the way she slept curled against him, the way she would run her fingernails down his ribs to tickle him.
Tess pulled loose the scrunchie she’d used to confine her hair while cooking. The dark auburn strands had grown since his deployment and now fell down her back. A quick grimace of pain flitted across her features, her normal graceful movements disrupted.
Every time she hesitated while doing something, every time she flinched, the anger trapped beneath his breastbone flared hotter. He would find the bastard responsible for hurting her. He wouldn’t kill him, though he wanted to. But he planned to seriously fuck him up.
“Did you call your mom and let her know you’re home?” Tess asked from behind the closet door.
From a glimpse of her movements, he guessed she was slipping out of her dress and putting on something else to lie down in. Was she hiding her bruises from him? The anger tripped over into rage.
She glanced around the edge of the door, and he homed in on her face. The falling sensation hit the pit of his stomach, similar to when Harding notified him about the car blowing up. If something happened to her, he’d go crazy. God, he loved her so much. “I called Mom while I was on the plane and told her we’d see her tomorrow. I knew HQ would want to debrief me before I could talk to you or anyone else. Then Homeland and the FBI met me at the base.”
“So you got a triple dose. Poor baby.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “They asked me the same questions, a hundred different ways. It was a complete waste of time.”
At least he’d been able to write his report about the mission enroute and submit it before they landed. He ran a hand over his eyes. He was flagging fast. He’d been without sleep for more than twenty-four hours. Without the adrenaline of physical activity and danger to keep him primed, he craved sleep.
Tess climbed onto the bed dressed in a T-shirt and bikini panties.
“Oh, babe. Why don’t you hold that pose for a minute or ten and let me look at you? It’s been ten long, long months.”
Tess laughed and rose on her knees to put her hands behind her head, her movements careful, as she stretched her lean body back in a model pose.
She took his breath away, she was so beautiful. She’d still be gorgeous when she was seventy. The urge to sleep evaporated and his body quickened.
He needed to be close. Real close. And make up for being so far away for so many months. He patted the bed beside him.
“I thought you wanted me to hold the pose.” She smiled, a teasing light twinkling in her sherry-brown eyes. Her gaze tracked down to his obvious erection. “Or do you have something else in mind?”
With his cock just begging for attention, Brett said, “I want to get as close to you as I can, for as long as I can. I’ve missed you like crazy.”
The teasing light dimmed. She crawled to him and straddled his hips. Bracing her arms, she looked down at him. “I love you. I’ve thought of you a hundred times a day and reached for the phone to call you at least that many times. Every day.”
“Ditto, honey. I’m sorry—”
“Shh…” She pressed her fingers against his lips. “I love you and I’m so proud of what you do.” She seemed to struggle between a smile and tears for a moment until the smile won out. “But while you’re here you have to make up for all the sexual frustration I experienced while you were gone.”
Brett laughed. “No problem.” He ran his hands beneath the satiny weight of her hair to cup the back of her head and pull her mouth down to his. Their lips and tongues meshed, then tangled in deep, slow, kisses. Had he ever wanted a woman this much? He wanted to hold her, make out with her, for hours.
She pulled her T-shirt up just enough to rest her breasts against his chest. He caught his breath at the silky glide of her skin against his. “God, you feel so good, Tess.” He cupped the rounded curve of her ass and groaned when she moved her hips to tempt him.
When he pulled up her T-shirt, she tensed. “I have some road rash along my shoulder blades. It’s a little tender.”
“Let me see, honey.”
“Nope. Later. You’re supposed to be concentrating on us, not a few scrapes.”
From the way she moved, she had more than scrapes. If she wanted to put dealing with them on the back burner—But he couldn’t.
He pushed up into a half-seated position and traced the edge of her jaw with his lips. “As much as I want you, Tess, just being here with you is more important to me. If you’re too sore, we have time for the other stuff later.”
She hid her face against his shoulder and collapsed against him. “You’re so full of shit, Brett.” She thumped his chest with her fist.
The blow was just a ruse to cover up her quick tears. Tess didn’t cry at the drop of a hat. She worked through things. Concern rocked the pit of his stomach. She’d been through a trauma, something she needed to work through physically and emotionally. He needed to focus on that, not on getting his rocks off. Brett nuzzled her neck. She shivered and nestled against him. He relaxed against the pillows and splayed a hand along the small of her back to hold her close, her weight a precious burden he’d support for hours if she wanted him to.
Eventually she straightened her legs and moved to lie along his side. Brett turned with her so their limbs lay tangled and their faces close.
“I’m so glad you’re home.” Her breath, warm and moist, skimmed along his collarbone. Her voice sounded soft, drowsy.
“Me, too. This is what I dream about when I’m away.” Being skin-to-skin with her, knowing she was alive, in one piece, safe, was all he needed right now. He brushed her forehead with a kiss.
When her breathing was finally even and deep, Brett allowed his muscles to relax, but his thoughts raced. She didn’t want him to know how badly she was hurt. Now that she wasn’t kissing him, he ran a searching gaze over her body. The shadowed impression of a bruise was forming along the thigh bent over his. The elbow resting along his stomach was already marred by a dark blue mark. Why hadn’t he noticed her injuries before?
Because he’d been focused on her face, the sound of her voice, and the joy of occupying the same space with her.
But now reality reared its nasty head, and with it the rage came rushing back. As soon as she woke, they were going to talk. And he was going to make some phone calls and arrange some backup protection while they conducted her investigation. The San Diego police wouldn’t provide protection for long. And once the Federal guys ruled out an act of terrorism, they’d be gone as well. The FBI or Homeland would figure out who it was eventually, they always did.
He couldn’t do anything about catching the fucker, other than keep her safe while she covered her stories. But in the meantime he and Tess had a wedding coming up, and she would be out and about open to attack.
No one was going to get close enough to hurt her again. It wasn’t happening. Not on his watch.

Here are the links in case your interested: 

Barnes and Noble http://bit.ly/1qx0WpB
Google Play: http://bit.ly/1CRcsY2

Read On,
Teresa Reasor 


Thursday, November 3, 2016

I Ain't A Writer Without You Dear Reader

Dear Reader:

Thank you for reading my words. Without you I would be writing for an audience of one.
Thank you for spending your hard earned money on my books, because I know it doesn't come easy.
Thank you for interacting with me on my social media sites. I know that takes up your time.
Thank you for helping me promote my books by sharing my posts, tweets, and sharing the books themselves. I gain more readers from your efforts than my own.
Thank you for writing reviews for my work, and letting me know what I'm doing right, and what I'm doing wrong. It is so helpful.
Thank you for your encouragement when I am overwhelmed with...life.
Thank you for understanding my obsession with my work.
Thank you for not thinking I'm crazy when I talk about my characters as though they are real people.
But the biggest thank you is for giving me your time for all of the above, because it is so valuable.
Because of you, I have the joy of doing something I love in my life and nothing can show the gratitude I feel for that.
Teresa Reasor

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Does Size Matter? --In Books?

I've been seeing a trend in the writing-reading world. A trend toward shorter books. Mostly novella length things that run between 20,000-35,000 words. I suppose some readers like them because they're usually less money to purchase and can be read in about an hour and a half instead of the all day marathon most of my books demand. I'd love to know what you think so please leave a comment to this post if you have time. I've highlighted the questions I'd like you to ponder on as you read this blog.

I have written several shorter works. My latest is Have Wand Will Travel a Magic and Mayhem Kindle World novella of 35,324 words. But I have to tell you writing short is difficult for me. I've posted the word count for all my shorter pieces below.

To Capture A Highlander's Heart: The Beginning is  3,064
Caught In The Act is  3,331
An Automated Death is 14,099

To Capture A Highlander's Heart: The Courtship is 19,958
Breaking Ties (A SEAL Team Heartbreakers Novella) is 28,344
Magic and Mayhem: Have Wand Will Travel is 35,324

Questions: Do you prefer shorter books?  A full length novel is considered anything over 40,000 words. Would you prefer works closer to the shorter end or longer? Do you feel like you've gotten your money's worth when you purchase a shorter work for the same amount a longer work is charged? Or does that even play into the books you choose? 

As a writer, I've been used to the comfortable 100,000 word length of my books. Most everything I write is that length or close to it. I have five books that have exceeded that Breaking Through (book 2), Breaking Away (book 3),  and Breaking Out (book 6) of the SEAL Team Heartbreakers Series, Captive Hearts  a Historical set in 1799 London, England, and Timeless my Paranormal Time travel.

Here are the word counts for all these:

Timeless  139,379
Breaking Out  (Book 6 SEAL Team Heartbreakers)136,356
Breaking Through (Book 2 SEAL Team Heartbreakers) 129,638
Breaking Away (Book 3 SEAL Team Heartbreakers) 115,949
Captive Hearts 100,515

Question: Are you hesitant to purchase a book as long as these because of the time it will take to read them?  Timeless is over 400 pages as is Breaking Out.

The shortest full-length that I've written so far was 72,930 words is a paranormal. It's Deep Within The Shadows (book 1 of my Superstition Series)

It's difficult for me to write short because I don't normally write linear plot lines and I don't write straight romance. I can't go directly from point A to point B without someone being threatened or at least causing them a world of trouble. LOL

The closest thing I've written that would be considered a straight romance would be my short stories Caught In The Act, and  To Capture A Highlander's Heart: The Beginning and my novella To Capture A Highlander's Heart: The Courtship because they are linear plots and they deal with just the relationship between two people.

But if you want Romantic Suspense, I'm your girl. I usually have someone pursuing someone or generally have my characters caught up in some tangled web from which they have to fight their way free, while they're trying to figure out the relationship stuff and falling in love.

And I have been known to give my readers more than one romance in a book. Like Breaking Through has 3 romances and a suspense plot. Breaking Out has 2 romances, 2 parallel family situations my 2 couples have to extricate themselves from and a suspense plot line. So if you want more bang for your buck, I'll try and give it to you.  I'll give you what we writers call a braided plot with everything but the kitchen sink woven into the story, lots of emotional turmoil and still give you the Happy Ever After at the end of the book.

Questions: As readers would you prefer the romances to be separate? Each getting their own book? Does the transition back and forth between two or more romances bother or confuse you? 

I can't write a braided plot in only 30,000 words. I'm caught up in my characters' worlds throwing curve balls at them to see what they're made of and making them work for the Happy Ever After they want. And that takes words. Three chapters at least just to introduce the inciting incident and start introducing the characters so you, the reader, will get to know and care about them.

Questions: Do you like for your characters to know one another before the book starts so those introductions can be shortened?   

With those questions asked, here are the word counts for the rest of the books I've written from shortest to longest.

To Capture A Highlander's Heart: The Wedding Night ( Pt. 3 of the Highland Moonlight Spinoff)  73,947
Whisper In My Ear (paranormal Romance)  80,293
Breaking Boundaries (book 5 SEAL Team Heartbreakers) 80,908
Breaking Free  (book 1 SEAL Team Heartbreakers) 92,547
Building Ties (Book 4 SEAL Team Heartbreakers) 92,743
Highland Moonlight (Scottish Medieval Romance) 94,679

As you can see I have something for everyone from short short stories to very, very long novels. From 3,000 words to almost 140,000.

I'm just going to post the blurb from my last SEAL book Breaking out  and my novella for the Magic and Mayhem Kindle World Have Wand, Will Travel to make a point.

Breaking Out 

Navy SEAL Zach O’Connor was dumped while he was deployed on a high-risk mission, and the fallout from the breakup nearly cost him his career. Never again will Zach allow his feelings to make him lose sight of what really matters. Not even when his attraction to Piper Bertinelli makes him long for the very thing he’s vowed to avoid.

Violence and heartache have nearly shattered Dr. Piper Bertinelli’s life, and the last thing she needs is to be attracted to a military man scheduled to deploy. Though all Zach wants is a distraction instead of a commitment, Piper is unable to resist the charismatic Naval officer. He makes her feel safe, something more seductive to her than him being a SEAL. 

When an overzealous policeman from Piper’s past comes after her, Zach has to make a decision: walk away from the woman who's cracked the shell he built around his heart, or stick by her and possibly risk his career. 

And there are other hurdles to face: the family who drove Piper away, but whose secrets may hold the key to understanding why her father was killed. And someone who’s a greater danger to Piper’s life than an angry cop. The man responsible for it all.

Can you even imagine being able to cram all that conflict into 30,000 words? I had trouble containing it in 136,000. 

Questions: Do you prefer less conflict? Or less intense conflicts? 

Magic and Mayhem: Have Wand, Will Travel 
 A soul-sucking wand, a witch, a vampire and a hellhound. ‘Nuff said. 

Private detective and gifted witch Zaira O’Shea has built her reputation on her ability to always find her relic, magical device, or man. When the Witches’ Council hires her to find and return a stolen wand, she can’t refuse, and she’s eager to recover the device. Until the clues lead her to a vampire with fallen-angel good looks, and talents that don’t require a bite to lead her into temptation.

History professor and vampire Christophe Bakas has brushed off his cat burglar skills to steal a powerful wand for the Vampire Council, but only because they are holding his uncle hostage. When he meets Zaira, he hopes he’s found someone who’ll help with the rescue. But from their first teleportation he’s hooked on more than her flying skills. 

The more they learn about the wand, the more Chris and Zaira believe neither council can be trusted with the dangerous device. With both councils closing in, they’re forced to go on the run. Only the vacationing Baba Yaga can make sure the wand isn’t used to destroy the careful balance between witch and vampire kind. If they can find her.

Assjacket, West Virginia here they come. 

But it is possible to put as much conflict as possible even into 36,000 words, but most of the time they have to be contained in a linear plot line that goes from point A to point B.  
I loved writing this because it's comedic and the characters are quirky. 

Question: Do you prefer more comedy? 

I'd like to hear from my readers. I'd love to know how you feel about some of the questions I've asked because I'm currently working on two different projects and what you tell me here may have a bearing on how long they end up being because I want to please my readers.

My next two projects are Breaking Point (a SEAL Team Heartbreaker project with Langley and Trish)

And the second book of my Paranormal Superstition Series Deep Within The Stone.

What I do with these projects could be influenced by what you tell me. So sing out. I want to hear your opinions and ideas.

Read on,
Teresa Reasor