Steamy Rom Com 2020 Future Releases!! Download Sample Chapters!

 I'm partnering with Cat Johnson, Pippa Grant, MaryAnn Jordan, and Becca Jameson to offer readers a chance to read the first few chapters of some of our 2020 new releases coming out this year. 

All the chapters in this preview are for you to download for free and get a taste of the books before they release.  They're steamy, funny and suspenseful.  And I know you'll enjoy them all.

My Book Hot SEAL, Taking The Plunge is the one I'm previewing on this.  I hope you enjoy the excerpt. The book's release date is September 1, 2020.

https://books.bookfunnel.com/spring2020preview/ay5lf7gthb

This promotion ends APRIL 21, 2020.


I thought I'd add the link to each of the author's Amazon pages so you check out what else they have available.

Cat Johnson 

Pippa Grant 

Becca Jameson 

Maryann Jordan 

Teresa Reasor 

In case you missed the news, I've also had a new SEAL Team Heartbreaker book released St. Patrick's Day March 17th. I thought I'd give it a shout out and post an excerpt here.

Here's an excerpt: 

Moira opened her eyes to the beep-beep-beep of a backup alarm on some kind of machinery, possibly a garbage truck. Morning light shone through the blinds and she angled her watch to see what time it was. Four-thirty. She rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom to take care of business and get a drink, and eased back into bed for a few more minutes.

Emotionally and physically exhausted, she fell asleep some time after dinner while watching a movie with Sam. She woke up in the middle of the night and found him sound asleep beneath the covers beside her, while she was fully dressed and covered by a separate blanket. Undressing down to her panties and camisole, she climbed in with Sam went back to sleep.

The shock and the hurt of Trevor’s attack was still there, but it had dulled somewhat. It could be one of those invisible scars she carried with her if she allowed it, or she could lay it down and dismiss it. She’d learned a long time ago that clinging to the hurt feelings and outrage triggered by other people’s treatment only hurt her, not them. She needed to set it down and walk away.

But Trevor would always be Sam’s brother, and if she and Sam continued to see each other she refused to become a dividing force between them. They needed to resolve things between them. They were family.

Sam’s warm male body cuddled close against her from behind, the hard length of his erection pressing against one cheek of her ass. Intimate areas of her body responded like he’d flipped a switch. His hand moved beneath her camisole to stroke and caress, intensifying the ache of need centered between her legs. When his lips caressed her shoulder, she bit back a groan.

“You okay?” he whispered against her ear, his deep voice a rumble that sent delightful shivers through her while he used his fingertips to toy with one distended nipple.

“I’m okay.” She wiggled around to face him. Even with his short hair sticking up in spikes atop his head, he was sexy as hell. She smoothed his hair and kissed him softly. “I could be better.” She ran the backs of her fingers over his belly to the waistband of his boxer briefs and beneath.

The light of desire in his eyes flared and his pupils expanded, making the tawny tones of the irises to darken to burnt sienna. She curled her fingers around his erection and caressed him the way she’d learned he liked.

“You keep that up and I won’t be any use to you,” he said huskily. He kissed her. His hand surfed over her skin until he tucked it in the back of her panties and traced the rounded curve of one cheek of her ass, then the other, while he nestled her in close. She latched onto his earlobe, gave it a tug, and felt his shudder.

She wiggled free of her panties and he wasted no time shucking his boxer briefs. When she rose and straddled him, he gripped her waist.

“Condom,” he reminded her. She leaned over to pluck one out of the box on the nightstand. She turned all her focused on his bold, smooth, very erect cock while she slipped the condom over it. “Out of the numerous penises I’ve seen…I think yours might be exceptional.”

One dark brow rose. “I was under the impression you hadn’t seen that many.”

“Well, after studying six thousand years of art, I’ve seen drawings, sculptures, paintings, photographs… and I’ve drawn nudes from live models.” She bit back a giggle. “I’ll have to tell you about that.” She lowered herself over him, welcoming him inside her, and goosebumps trailed over her skin at the sweep of pleasure being connected to him always gave her. “I think you might stand the test of time.”

He laughed, then tugged her down and kissed her with a deep, slow intensity that stole her breath and left her throbbing with need.

“We’ll see how long either of us lasts,” he murmured as he raised his hips, deepening their connection.

She was addicted to this. Addicted to his special way of guiding her toward orgasm like he instinctively knew just how to touch her, how to move. She lost herself in making love with him. His hands trailed over her bare skin as though he wanted to touch every inch of her, even while his hips rose to counter her downward thrust.

They caught a slow rhythm, stretching out the pleasure until it was agonizing to remain poised on the brink. She tumbled over the edge, and as the throb of Sam’s release pulsed inside her, a feeling of tenderness and contentment flooded her. She rubbed her cheek against his.

“I like the rest of you just as much as I do your penis.”

He chuckled. “I can’t get enough of you either.” He brushed back her hair and drew her down for another kiss, his lips tender. There was something in his face that made her heart beat hard and fast.

***

The challenge of getting to work on time was settled when they shared a shower, and Sam dressed while Moira struggled to tame her hair.

She was still fiddling with it when he was ready, so he turned on the television to pass the time while he waited. Finding a news channel, he tossed down the remote. Denise Clayborn’s face flashed on the screen, and he fumbled to get the control to turn the volume up. “Mrs. Clayborn was found shot to death in her car last evening at her home.” A picture of Denise holding a little girl popped up on the screen.

Moira hurried into the room to stand beside him, her eyes on the image.

“According to a police spokesman, the investigation is ongoing, and no suspects have been arrested. Her family has asked for privacy to process and mourn their loss. She is survived by her husband of six years and their three-year-old daughter.”

“God, that’s horrible,” she whispered softly. “I only spoke with her for a few minutes, but I thought she was nice.”

“Yeah. she was.” He’d seen death in combat, but always distanced himself from it. He couldn’t afford not to. But this was someone he knew, had laughed with, broken bread with. She was young, had a child…

“Wonder what happened?”

Sam shook his head. “They live in a gated community. It could have been a robbery, but I can’t imagine anyone gaining access to the place to do it.”

Moira reached out to touch Sam’s arm. “I’m sorry, Sam. I know you knew her before the dinner, had a history.”

“Since college. That’s where she and Nelson met.”

“I feel bad for her family.”

“I do too.” They’d both been talking about what a dick Nelson was just the other night, and now he’d lost the one person who made him a little less of a dick. Denise had been a positive influence on him. It seemed strange that a tragedy had struck another person they’d both seen just days before.

“Should we do something?” she asked in the elevator as he punched the button to take them to the lobby.

“Like what?”

“Send a card or take by a meal or something.”

“I’ll have my mom check with Nelson and ask.”

Because she seemed so concerned, he tried to distract her while they walked to the car. “What have you got planned for today?”

“I’ll be working late, getting ready for my end of the year art exhibit. I need to get some of the display boards and tables out and hang some of the artwork.”

“I can come by and help out a little after five.”

“Thank you! I’d love the help.”

Here's the Blurb & Links:

Sleeping with a man before getting to know him isn’t the smartest blueprint for building a relationship.

But after being celibate for so long, when lightning strikes redhead Moira McKee embraces being impetuous for once in her life and decides to go with it. Even if Navy SEAL Lieutenant Sam Harding never calls her again, he will at least have replaced the painful memories of her first (and last) intimate experience.

Sam Harding has a reputation for being a hard-ass at work and at play. He has two unbendable rules: No strings. Keep it casual. But when he meets Moira at a charity dinner, he’s torn between the desire to take her to bed and the need to protect her.

After a night of terrific sex, neither knows where things are going. But then Moira finds a dead body on the grounds of the hotel, and Sam can’t walk away before he’s sure she’s safe.

At least that’s what he tells himself. But as the threat he’s sensed becomes real, he’s powerless to protect her. It’s up to Moira to fight for her survival…and his.

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/ebook/dp/B084DZX9QY/

Apple:  https://books.apple.com/us/book/building-strength/id1497450951

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/building-strength

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https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/building-strength-teresa-j-reasor/1136304094/

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