Thursday, May 23, 2019

New Books in the SEALS IN PARADISE SERIES !!!! First release!

We're at it again!!! My fellow authors and I involved in the SEALS IN PARADISE SERIES are releasing books in the next 8 weeks.  Be on the look out.

Here are the release dates:

May 21 Cat Johnson Tijuana Nights
May 28 Elle James Hawaiian Nights
June 4 Kris Michaels Savannah Nights
June 11 Delilah Devlin New Orleans Nights
June 18 Parker Kincade Vegas Nights
June 25 Becca Jameson Australian Nights
July 2 Teresa Reasor Roman Nights
July 9 Cythia D'Alba Alaskan Nights

Cat Johnson Just released her book May 21st!!!

Here's a short Blurb and an Excerpt from Tijuana Nights: 

A Best Friend’s Brother / Enemies to Lovers Romantic Comedy
He's a Navy SEAL. She's his sister's annoying best friend with a habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. And now she's missing. In Tijuana. And he's supposed to go find her. During his leave. F*#$!

MEET CUTE REPRISE (Heat: Mild, Length: Long)
A woman’s voice halted both his thoughts and his movement. From his place outside the
open bathroom window he heard clearly the sound of the water running in the shower
and a woman singing.

He knew the window had been closed and locked when he’d left for Djibouti months ago.
It should still be locked unless Amanda had been by and opened the windows for some
Was it his sister who’d parked in his driveway and was singing in his bathroom? And
what the hell was that she was singing, anyway?
Was that a Disney song? It sure had that unmistakable sound to it.
Zach had a sudden recollection from his childhood of Amanda seated in front of the
television with a DVD in the player, singing along at the top of her lungs to some
animated film.
Yup, it had to be Amanda inside.
Her singing sounded a lot better today than it had back then, when she’d bellowed
along, dressed in a pastel frilly dress and pretending she was the princess on screen.
With a sigh, he relaxed, falling out of SEAL mode and into annoyed brother mode
Why was she here and showering at his house, and with a strange vehicle filled with
a butt load of stuff?
Shit. Had something bad happened between her and her husband? He liked Jasper.
He’d hate to have to kill his brother-in-law for hurting his sister.
Loosening his grip on the club, he reached into his pocket and drew out his house key.
Opening the front door, he stepped inside.
Intruder-scare aside, it felt good to be home in the land of free-flowing Big Macs and
reliable WiFi. Not to mention private bathrooms—which he was going to have again
as soon as he determined why the fuck his sister was in his and got her out of it.
Zach leaned the golf club in the corner of the front hallway and looked around. Why
did it smell like paint? That question was soon answered when he noticed the walls.
Why the fuck was the hallway a different color? And where was the carpet? He frowned
down at the shiny wooden floors before his gaze moved on to the living room.
Where was the furniture? And where the fuck was his TV?
He might actually have felt better thinking he had been robbed. At least that was
something he could get angry about. But this—this was worse because he had a strong
suspicion about what was really going on here.
Amanda must have suggested a dozen times that he redecorate. He’d always said no.
Then he’d deployed, leaving his nosy, annoying, untrustworthy sister alone for months
with his spare house key.
Jaw clenched, he stomped across the gleaming wood of the empty living room and
down the hallway. He resisted the urge to kick in the bathroom door and instead flung
it wide with a force that sent it crashing against the wall.
“What the fuck did you do to my house?”
The blood curdling scream that came from behind the new shower curtain gave him
a moderate sense of satisfaction.
Good. He was glad he’d startled her, because she sure as hell had surprised him.
“I swear, Amanda. I told you I liked my house just the way it was—”
“Zach. It’s not Amanda.” The tiny voice from behind the curtain halted his rant.
Brows drawn low, he reached for his cell phone to call the police.
Not that he thought he couldn’t take whoever was in that shower stall, but more
because he wanted witnesses for his own sake. A woman who would break into a
man’s house to take a shower might not stop there. What was to stop her from
claiming Zach attacked her?
But wait. She’d called him by name, so he obviously knew her. Or at least, she knew
him. With the screen unlocked and his fingers poised to dial nine-one-one, Zach said,
“Who are you?”
“It’s Gabby.”
He was wondering who the fuck this Gabby could be, racking his brain for some
memory of a long forgotten hook-up who could have gotten a hold of a copy of his
house key, when she pulled back just the top of the curtain, while clutching the
bottom closed.
She zeroed in on his frown and continued, “Amanda’s friend. From college.”
The dark hair. The big brown eyes. The oh shit expression on her face. It all brought
the memory of the first time he’d set eyes on her back to him.
They’d played out this scene together before, only last time he’d been on the other
side of that curtain.
“What are you doing in my house?” He lowered the cell phone, but didn’t put it away.
His next call was going to be to his sister to tell her to get the hell down here and get
her insane friend out of his shower.
He’d only seen this girl—now a woman—a handful of times since that first meeting.
Somehow Amanda hadn’t outgrown her college friend and Gabby, like a bad penny,
kept turning up at occasional major events in Amanda’s life that they both attended.
He usual managed to stay out of her way, and she out of his.
He’d get through the party or family barbecue or whatever it was by ignoring her. He
couldn’t ignore her now. And he was still waiting for an answer.
“Could you turn off the damn water? We’re in the middle of a draught.” He scowled.
She disappeared and did as told, then was back, but she still wasn’t explaining her
presence fast enough for his liking.
“Amanda hired me to redecorate your place. As a surprise for you. I’m a designer now.
Gabrielle Lee Interiors and More.” She paused, as if waiting for him to say something.
When he didn’t, she continued, “You weren’t supposed to be home until next month.
I’m not done yet.”
Oh, so now it was his fault for coming home early.
He crossed his arms over his chest. “That doesn’t explain why you’re in my shower.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Zach leaned back against the doorframe. He could wait as long as is took but he wasn’t
leaving until he had a proper explanation.
“I lost my apartment and I haven’t found a new one yet. It was only going to be for a few
His eyes widened. “Are you kidding me? You were just going to squat in my house until
I got back?”
“It wasn’t going to be exactly squatting. I was going to work here, day and night, to get
everything done in time.”
“And sleep here. And shower here,” he added.
“Well, yeah.” She finally raised her eyes to meet his. “I’m sorry. I just wanted it to be nice
when you got home.”
“Oh, I see. You’re doing it for me.” He shook his head. “You were bad news then and
you’re still bad news now. I warned Amanda about you. She obviously didn’t listen.”
A spark of anger flamed to life in her eyes. “I am not. You never gave me a fair chance.
Never tried to get to know me. You should know Amanda wouldn’t be my best friend if
I were as horrible of a person as you think I am. And I don’t even know why you hate me
so much. Just because I walked in on you in the shower when I thought it was Amanda?
So what? Boo hoo, big bad SEAL had his privacy invaded. What were you doing in my
shower that day anyway? Huh?”
Something about her trying to look intimidating while clutching a shower curtain had him
smiling, and then outright laughing.
This kind of shit only happened to him. The guys weren’t going to believe it when he told
them. It was too crazy.
“Oh, man.” He ran a hand over his face, controlling himself enough to speak. “Look,
I’ve been traveling for three days. I’m tired, hungry and a little punchy. I want a cold beer,
some hot wings and then I wanna sleep in my own bed.”
He had a bad feeling his bed might no longer be here, but he’d deal with that later, after the
naked crazy chick was out of his house.
“I’m going out,” he continued. “I expect you to be gone when I get back.”
She bit her lip and didn’t answer.
“What now?” he asked, afraid of the reply.
“All of the stuff from my apartment is in your garage. I can sleep at Amanda’s tonight,
but I can’t get everything out until tomorrow.”
He looked skyward, seeking patience. “Fine.”
He’d already turned to go when her voice stopped him.
“Yeah?” He planted his hand on the doorframe but didn’t look back, waiting for whatever
she had to say.
“Don’t be mad at Amanda. She just wanted to do something nice for you.”
“I didn’t ask her to,” he reminded.
“I know. I told her it was a bad idea.”
Now he did turn to look at her. “Did you?”
“Yes.” Gabby tipped her head in a nod. “But she insisted.”
Score one for the crazy chick. Even she knew redoing a man’s home while he was away
was a hugely bad idea. Too bad Amanda didn’t listen.
“Will you let me at least finish the house?” she asked.
That was the last thing he wanted.
His knee jerk reaction was to put everything back the way it had been before his sister and
her crazy college roommate had meddled with it. But he had a feeling that ship had passed.
Likely his grandmother’s old carpet was in a landfill somewhere. He’d see the old wallpaper
he’d grown up with had been painted over or stripped.
He evaluated the situation and decided the absolute last thing he wanted was to have to
finish redecorating his damn house during his leave. But he at least wanted to have some
say in finishing it. It was his house.
Gabby and Amanda had created this mess. He should let them finish cleaning it up. They’d
already destroyed his memories and his grandmother’s home as he knew it.
She was still waiting for an answer when he drew in a breath.
“Fine.” He didn’t want her to think she was off the hook, so he added, “We’ll talk in the
morning. There’s going to be some ground rules.”
“Okay.” Her relief was visible as she nodded and clutched the shower curtain. “Thank you.”
Christ. Now she was looking all doe-eyed and grateful. He didn’t want that either. “Don’t
thank me. Just finish this shit and get the fuck out of my house as soon as you can.”
He saw her expression wilting from his words. Good. Maybe now she’d finish even faster.
Hate and fear—both powerful motivators.
His job done there, he turned and closed the door behind him. He needed that beer now
more than ever.

And come check out all the books in the series on our Paradise Authors Amazon Page!!!!

My book in the series titled, Hot SEAL, Roman Nights will be out July 2nd!!!  It's available for preorder. 


On leave after a difficult mission, Navy SEAL Tony Gallo steps off the plane in Rome and tumbles right into the arms of the woman who dumped him nine years ago, and they're both there for family events. He discovers Darcy's attending the wedding they planned but never had, but now it's someone else's.

Darcy Moreau is traveling for the first time and fulfilling a dream. She's in Rome to be her best friend's Maid of Honor. But she's also there to bury the past and start a new life.

When she and Tony meet again, she wonders if the past might not be such a bad thing if her future can include the man she left behind. But can she make amends and convince him to give her another chance?


Happy Reading!!!
Teresa Reasor 

Monday, May 13, 2019


It's MAY13th and the 8th full-length book in my  SEAL Team Heartbreakers series, Breaking Chains, is out!!  I'm really excited about the book and am hoping all my readers are too. It is the culmination of 7 other full-length books and 2 novellas. But it won't be the last book in the SEAL Team Heartbreakers series.  I have another SEAL team I introduced in Building Ties and they're going to be busy in the next book.  I'll keep you posted.

Ex-Navy SEAL Derrick Armstrong walks out of the Miramar military brig with a dishonorable discharge, a criminal record, and no prospects. The odds are against him being able to build a normal life after prison, but his training as a SEAL keeps him going.

Ella Bailey is struggling financially to raise her seven-year-old son alone. Life has dealt her some hard blows and when Derrick steps between her and another one, she’s both grateful and wary. She views men as obstacles to avoid, but she’s drawn to Derrick, and sees something special in him.

Derrick’s kept his past a secret. When Ella’s ex-boss is found dead and the cops question them both, he realizes, whether he’s done anything or not, he’s living on borrowed time. When they train their sights on Ella instead, he moves to protect her, and in the process exposes his past.

Will she kick him to the curb or will she allow him to build a life with her and her son?

“Davis Morgan,” he extended his hand.

Ella studied his weathered face a moment before offering hers in return. “Ella Bailey.”
“Come back and talk to me for a few minutes. I’d like to take some quick shots of you.”
“I don’t think I’m model material, Mr. Morgan.”
He studied her a moment, his gaze speculative. “I bet you are, and I know the camera is going to love you.”
Ella glanced at the receptionist, then back at him.
“Give it a try,” the receptionist urged. “What have you got to lose?”
That’s what she was wondering.
Davis motioned for her to precede him down the hall. With him at her back, her heart hammered in her throat and her breathing was shaky. She paused by the open office door.
“I promise it’s completely painless, and if you don’t like the photos, I’ll delete them.”
She should have done more research into the company. She should have looked up the owner and all their photographers. She walked into the office and went directly to one of the photographs on the wall. The actress looked into the camera, a lush, furry top pulled up to cover her breasts, leaving her shoulders bare. She’d seen that shot at the grocery store four months ago on a national magazine. The only way he could have blown it up like this was if he’d taken it himself.
Some of her anxiety eased. What was she being so damn skittish about? This guy was a professional, she could see that. And this office wasn’t some backroom porn set.
She drew a deep, cleansing breath and turned to face him. “Spectacular shot.”
“What do you do for a living?” he asked. He crossed the room and reached for a camera on a glass shelf behind his desk.
“I tend bar.”
She’d be honest with him. It might help her land a gig. “Nowhere right now. I lost my job a couple of days ago. I saw the advertisements about models on the net and thought…maybe I could do it.”
“But you almost left.”
“I’m not blond, tall, and drop-dead gorgeous.”
“You’re not blond and tall, but I’d argue the latter.” He shoved a battery into the camera, checked something else, then took the lens cap off. “Go ahead and look around the room.” She heard the click of the camera as she went to the shelves to look at the cameras there.
“How long have you been doing this?” she asked.
“Twenty years.”
She turned to look at him, and he took her picture. She looked down, embarrassed. “I haven’t had my picture taken since my last driver’s license photo.”
“A lot of people have a phobia about having their picture taken.”
She must be one of them. She felt naked every time he pushed the button. “Why do you think that is?”
“I think they’re afraid the camera might pick up more about them than they want people to know.”
That could be true. Could he see her desperation for a job? “I don’t have to take my clothes off for this gig, do I?”
He lowered the camera. “No. You’ll be wearing the clothing we choose for you.”
“Good.” Some of her tension drained away and she finally relaxed enough to smile.
He raised the camera again and caught the shot.
“What would the hours be?”
“That would be determined by the shooting location. The beach, the mountains, the desert, inside a car, inside a building.”
“I have a son. He’s seven. I’d have to know ahead of time so I could make arrangements for him.” Patsy could pick him up after school.
“Is it just the two of you?”
“Yes.” Me and him against the world. She studied Morgan’s face for any hint of subterfuge. She couldn’t be too careful.
He snapped her picture. “You don’t look old enough to have a seven-year-old.”
“I was young.”
“Have you trained as a dancer?”
“When I was younger and through high school.” She should tell him about the stripping. If they found out later it could cost her the job. If she told him, it could cost her the job now.
“You still walk and stand like a dancer. What made you give it up?”
“I had my son, and my priority was him. It still is.”
“That’s understandable.”
“Do you dance for pleasure?”
“Sometimes.” Rarely. After stripping, the pleasure had gone out of it for her.
“Walking the runway is like a dance. You dance up the runway then back down.”
“I didn’t realize I was applying for runway work.”
“We don’t really specialize in that, though I have photographed the shows for publications. But if you get an agent, you could do that. You have the build for it.”
An agent?
He kept up the conversational style of the meeting, pumping her for information about herself. Some questions she could be honest about and others she deflected.
Eager to end the interview, she dropped into one of the chairs in front of his desk. Morgan extracted the digital card from the camera and placed it on the desk. He took a seat behind it, slid the laptop on the desk close to her, pushed the card into the drive and hit a few keys.
He picked up the computer and came around the desk to sit down beside her. “Let’s look at these together.”
Her stomach cramped and her nerves revved up again. She clamped her hands between her knees.
The first shot was her in profile. She was surprised by the clarity of the image. Her normally sharp-edged cheekbones only looked like cheekbones. She was looking up and her eyelashes looked longer somehow.
“You’re looking at it with a critical eye of someone who looks in the mirror every day. I’m looking at it as a marketable image I can shop around and sell to a magazine or corporation. But with a little more makeup this could be a cosmetic ad. We do quite a few of those, and the models they choose get free samples. And are paid very well.”
“We also take photos that can be used to illustrate magazine articles. If it’s for a nursing home, you’d be visiting your grandmother, smiling down at her with sincere affection.” He hit the key to progress the photos to the one where she was smiling. “Or a restaurant ad, where you’re enjoying a meal. Just another customer visiting the location. But even in those, they want attractive people, because attractive people sell their product.”
“So, I’d be doing mostly this kind of thing?”
“Yes, unless you want to do more commercial work. You have an Audrey Hepburn look and poise about you, so I know they’d be very interested in you. But you’d have to invest in some headshots.”
Would any of the men who’d seen her strip recognize her in any of those photos? The thought grabbed her by the throat.
How many would be looking at ads in magazines? That thought almost made her smile. She couldn’t picture the kind of clientele she’d served or danced for cracking a newspaper, let alone a magazine. Maybe Sports Illustrated or Popular Mechanics, but nothing like he was talking about.
She looked up into his face. “Why are you giving me the full court press?”
“Because you have the look. My receptionist recognized it. She’s been at this for a while, not as long as I have, but long enough. She texted me as soon as you sat down to fill out the application.”
Ella pushed free of the chair and went to the window to look out. He seemed straightforward, professional. “Okay. I’ll give it a try. When and where?”
“Tomorrow. Here. Nine a.m. We’ll be doing some preliminary shots before we change location to a restaurant in Old Town.”
She nodded and picked up the small purse she’d left lying on the edge of his desk.
“There’s just one other thing.”
She looked up.
“It’s none of my business, but who left those bruises on you?”
She fought the urge to touch her neck, but her cheeks burned. “My ex-boss. That’s why I no longer work for him. He made a pass, and I dealt with it, but it cost me my job.”
Davis’s jaw tensed. “I hope you’re pressing charges. I can guarantee no one will be harassing you here.”
“I appreciate that.” She met his eyes with a short nod so he’d know she meant it. “Thanks.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow at nine.”
His voice followed her down the hall. “Sign the paperwork before you leave.”
“I will.” She pivoted and took two steps backward. “Thanks.”
Angela, the receptionist, smiled as she extended the form. “I think you’ll like working here. Mr. Morgan is very talented.”
Yes, he was.
She made it back to the car before a fresh wave of anxiety hit and she leaned back against the quarter panel. That was way too easy. She wasn’t used to easy. Something would happen to spoil it. Something always did.



JULY 2ND my second SEALS IN PARADISE book HOT SEAL, Roman Nights will be released.
I'll be putting out more information about it later.  But in the meantime here's the cover and the blurb:

--> On leave after a difficult mission, Navy SEAL Tony Gallo steps off the plane in Rome and tumbles right into the arms of the woman who dumped him nine years ago, and they're both there for family events. He discovers Darcy's attending the wedding they planned but never had, but now it's someone else's.

Darcy Moreau is traveling for the first time and fulfilling a dream. She's in Rome to be her best friend's Maid of Honor. But she's also there to bury the past and start a new life.

When she and Tony meet again, she wonders if the past might not be such a bad thing if her future can include the man she left behind. But can she make amends and convince him to give her another chance?

HOT SEAL, Roman Nights is available for preorder and will be released JULY 2nd!!


I'll be in Washington DC for KALLYPSO CON this year. If you want info about the conference you can go to Kally's site.

Conference Date
June 20-23, 2019
Book Signing
June 22, 2019
The booksigning is open to the public!
I'd love to see you there!!!