SEALS In PARADISE SERIES---ONE MORE NEW RELEASE!!!
I'm a member of a fantastic group of writers. And each of us has written a new book for the SEALS IN PARADISE SERIES. Some of them have already released and some will release in the next few weeks. And you can check out all the books on the Paradise Authors page on Amazon.
My book in the SEALS IN PARADISE SERIES, Hot SEAL, Roman Nights, is releasing today!!!!
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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?
Here's an excerpt to tempt you:
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My book in the SEALS IN PARADISE SERIES, Hot SEAL, Roman Nights, is releasing today!!!!
I think my cover is gorgeous. Thanks to Elle James who created it.
Here's the blurb:
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?
Here's an excerpt to tempt you:
“You look a little stressed.”
“Leslie and I aren’t used to the kind of noise and activity
a huge family can create. It’s like being caught in the eye of a hurricane and
watching the winds spin around you.” She sipped the wine, then seemed to savor
it before swallowing.
“Mine’s the tornado with sports addicts flying through,
kicking soccer balls at my head.”
She chuckled.
“How did Michel do?” he asked.
“He did fine. His father, Marcello, was there to ride herd
over him while his mother was putting the baby down. We didn’t give him the
ring to carry, only the pillow. We may do the same tomorrow.”
Thunder rumbled in the distance, and she got to her feet and
leaned out to look up past the balcony above them. “Tell me it isn’t going to
rain tomorrow.”
Tony joined her there, opened his phone, and went online.
“No. There’s just going to be a small shower within the next hour or so, and
it’s supposed to be clear and sunny tomorrow.”
She relaxed again.
He stuck the phone in his back pocket and continued to stand
next to her at the balcony railing. The wind picked up, and she smoothed a long
strand of hair off her neck as she tracked the progress of slow-moving car on
the street below. “He has to be asleep at the wheel or something.
He chuckled.
“Do you remember when you used to sneak into my bedroom by
way of the tree?”
He immediately remembered the soft, warm nights and great
sex, and he grinned. “Yeah. That was the entire last semester of our senior
year.”
“It’s a wonder you didn’t fall and get hurt.”
“The only time I was ever in danger of getting injured was
the night your parents came home early and I had to go out the window
bare-assed naked and climb down. That tree wasn’t very friendly to certain
exposed parts of my anatomy.”
She laughed. “As I remember, everything survived.”
“Yeah, but my psyche was forever scarred when your next-door
neighbor, Mrs. McKee, said if she had someone as good-looking as me at home,
she wouldn’t spend her time reading romance novels to get in the mood.”
“Oh, my God!” She clapped her hand to her mouth. “She saw
you that night?”
He shot her a look. “She could have told my parents, but she
didn’t.”
“She could have told mine, too, and we’d both have been in
hot water.”
He leaned his arms on the railing. “What made you think of
that?”
“It started out with Leslie saying Roberto was going to slip
into her room so they could have some alone time tonight. I thought about the
balcony outside her second-story bedroom at the villa and was worried he might
try something romantic and get hurt. Then I remembered how many times you
climbed that tree so we could be together and how ridiculously romantic and
dangerous it was.”
To him it had been a matter of practicality. There was no
way he could have sneaked her into his bedroom, and neither of them had the
money for a hotel room…not that anyone would have rented them one. Back then
her room, the car, and out on the water in the family fishing boat were the
only places left where they could be alone.
But it would totally spoil the mood if he told her his
reasons had been strictly practical.
“I could run downstairs and climb the balcony for you right
now,” he offered instead.
“Tony,” she breathed his name in a way brought his cock to
full attention. She moved in close to rest her palm against his cheek, then
stood on tiptoe to kiss the small lump on his jaw. “You need to ice on that.
I’ll get you some.”
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in close. “It’ll
be okay. I thought about you all day today.”
“I did you, too.” Her hands ran up his back as she curved
against him. “I remember how you challenged me to make love in unusual places.”
He laughed. “I was young and impatient. But after the Mrs.
McKee experience, I cultivated a little more control and caution.”
She smothered her laughter against his shirt, the warmth of
her breath against his chest driving him crazy. He caught his fingers in her
hair and finger-combed her lightly sun-tinted waves.
When she tilted her head back to look up at him, he took her
mouth.
The sweet taste of the wine was on her lips, and the spicy
heat of her response fed his need. His breathing was a little unsteady when he
broke the kiss. “Even after nine years I can still remember what it was like
when we were together.”
“I can too, Tony.”
He hardened painfully. “Are you sure you want to go there
again?”
“I’ve tried twice to bury the past and move on, and I wasn’t
able to.”
Only twice. Jesus. How many women had he used in an attempt
to bury it? He didn’t want to remember. Not any of it.
She smoothed his shirt over his chest, and his pectoral
muscles tightened in response. His mouth went dry. The first splattering drops
of rain hit the balcony. “Let’s go in.” He scooped up the wine glasses, carried
them into the room, set them on the tray with the water glasses and poured them
both more wine.
He was reluctant to touch her. And he also wanted to bury
himself in her and sate himself with her body, her smell, her taste.
He turned to find her slipping out of her dress. Frozen, he
watched her drape it over the arm of a chair next to the bed. The lace panties
left little to the imagination, the matching bra cupped her breasts and lifted
them. She had lost the soft, rounded look of a teenager and now had the lean,
slender lines of a fit woman. She took his breath away.
“I don’t normally rush things like this.” She bit her lip.
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He strode toward her, stripping his T-shirt off along the
way. “I think nine years is long enough to wait.” He pulled her against him,
skimming his hand down her side to reach behind and cup her buttocks,
tightening her against him from shoulders to knees, and kissed her.
Here are the links:
BARNES
AND NOBLE: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-seal-roman-nights-teresa-j-reasor/1131303685?ean=2940156057207
I'm so blessed to do what I love every day. I wouldn't be able to do that without you dear readers. Thank you so much!!
Teresa Reasor
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Comments
Thanks so much for saying that. I'm so thrilled you liked it.
Teresa