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 links:
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.
SEALS IN PARADISE SERIES
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
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.
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
reason—
reason—
Amanda.
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?
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.
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.
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
instead.
instead.
Why was she here and showering at his house, and with a strange vehicle filled with
a butt load of stuff?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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?”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.”
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.
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
weeks.”
weeks.”
His eyes widened. “Are you kidding me? You were just going to squat in my house until
I got back?”
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.”
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.”
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.”
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?”
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.
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.
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.”
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.
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.”
but I can’t get everything out until tomorrow.”
He looked skyward, seeking patience. “Fine.”
“Zach.”
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.
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.
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.
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’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.
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.
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.”
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.”
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.
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.
more than ever.
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My book in the series titled, Hot SEAL, Roman Nights will be out July 2nd!!! It's available for preorder.
SEALS IN PARADISE SERIES
HOT
SEAL, ROMAN NIGHTS
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?
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Happy Reading!!!
Teresa Reasor
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