Hello Dear Readers!! I wanted to bring you up to speed on several things going on in my writing life. This year started out with a bumpy ride for family, but after two months of stressful things disrupting my schedule, everything smoothed out and I have just finished my third book in my paranormal Superstition Series Deep Within The Mind.
It is 91,400 words of Romantic Suspense. Release day will be May 24, 2022. The book is up for preorder.
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Here's the blurb:
Superstition, Kentucky harbors the largest supernatural population in the state. Mythical creatures and people with unusual abilities rub shoulders with average men and women in the small mountain town.
Vet Harper Montgomery has a secret. She’s a powerful psychic who hides behind her professional persona—until she has a vision of a child being abducted and rescues her.
When she starts experiencing more unusual visions and reports them, she captures a Superstition police detective’s interest.
Detective Miles Barrett is new to Superstition, Kentucky, and unaware of the hidden part of the population he serves, until he meets Harper. He doesn’t believe in her ability, but he’s searching for a monster who’s already killed four women while leaving behind almost no evidence, so he’s willing to give Harper a chance.
For the first time in her life, Harper is having more and more trouble controlling her gift, until she realizes she’s under attack by an evil too powerful to comprehend.
And an excerpt:
Harper bolted upright on the cusp of a dream and cried out as a lance of pain pierced her temples. She groaned aloud at the familiar agony that always accompanied a vision. To fight would only cause her more pain, so she allowed herself to succumb as her consciousness was dragged toward another place and time.
She was swallowed by darkness, and an overwhelming fear enveloped her, paralyzing her muscles and making it impossible to breathe. The soft sniff and hiccup of a child’s muffled sobs sounded close by.
Her attention split between the vision and reality when Gabby, her two-year-old pit bull-husky mix, padded to Harper’s bed, got up on her hind legs with her big paws propped on the side of the mattress, and made a sound somewhere between a bark and a growl.
“Shhh…” Harper rested a soothing hand on Gabby’s big head while she focused on the child in her vision.
What was the girl seeing that terrified her so much? Harper caught the impression of an enormous shape and the color red.
But the vision had lines across it, dividing it into narrow bands. Harper gave her head a quick shake. Why couldn’t she see things more clearly?
The closet door was jerked open and a figure, blood-soaked and dressed in black, loomed over the child. His black ski mask covered all but the shape of his eyes.
A shrill scream pierced Harper’s brain, and she covered her ears.
Huge, bloody hands grabbed the little girl and jerked her out of the closet.
He covered her mouth with his hand until he could duct tape it, her weak struggles nothing to him as he bound her hands and feet.
He tore off the blood-saturated black coverall and the shoe covers and stuffed them into a plastic bag, and lifting the child to his shoulder, he strode out of the bedroom and down a short hallway.
Once again Harper couldn’t suck enough air into her lungs.
Inside his pickup truck, the man shoved the child into the passenger seat and fastened the safety belt.
The purple shadows of trees flicked past the driver’s window. He, too, was in shadow, his clothes ink black, his features obscured by the mask.
“Let me see for you,” Harper murmured. The child looked out the window as they passed a street sign, but the vehicle was moving too fast for her to read it. When he stopped to turn, she recognized the marker for highway twenty-five west, a rural route she often had to take out to see her large animal patients at local farms.
Harper eased out of bed and fumbled for her clothes, her inner eye focused on the child and the dark void that now surrounded her. A bird fluttered around the blank center of the vision, its cry the distinctive trill of a whip-poor-will.
She threw off her nightgown, dragged on a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and jammed her feet into tennis shoes.
“Gabby, come.” Harper stayed focused on her tenuous connection with the child while she shoved the choke chain over the dog’s head, grabbed her cell phone and her keys, and opened the front door.
Deep Within the Mind is a wild ride and it was a wild ride to write, as well as a little creepy.
I'm hoping for a May 24th release with this one. I'll keep you posted.
My next bit of news:
I write for a series called SEALS In PARADISE along with a wonderful group of other authors. For the last three years we've released books in the series.
Cat Johnson is kicking off this season of SEALS In PARADISE books with Hot SEAL, Under Pressure. It is releasing April 26th!!!
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He thought he knew pressure, until he was coerced into doing a reality show that pairs Navy SEALs with civilians in a no-hold-barred contest for a huge cash prize.
But more than the prize money. His honor is on the line. He'll be damned if he'll be bested by the competition, even if the sexy female civilian he's been paired with is hopeless at shooting, and sky diving, and fast roping, and the obstacle course.
And even if there's no chance in hell he'll be able to make it to the end without giving in to his attraction to her.
There's entirely too much touching. Too close quarters. And she looks way too good when she's failing so spectacularly at the challenges.
It's almost enough to make him not care about losing the game, as long as he can have her.
There are 36 books in this series so if you're interested you can check them all out at Paradise Authors on Amazon.
This season's books are all available for preorder
Hot SEAL, Wild Thing Delilah Devlin (June 23, 2022)
Hot SEAL, Brown Eyed Girl Becca Jameson (July 12, 2022)
Hot SEAL, Girl Crush Cynthia D'Alba, (August 23, 2022)
Hot SEAL, Night Moves Parker Kincade (September 20, 2022)
Hot SEAL, Open Arms Teresa Reasor (October 25, 2022)
Here is the blurb and the links to my book as well as a gander at my FANTASTIC Cover!!!
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Navy SEAL Wyatt Taylor is facing the hardest decision of his life—what the hell to do now he can no longer be a SEAL. Besides his bum arm, he also has a bad attitude, because in his opinion nothing he’ll ever do again will live up to his life as a SEAL. But now his savings are dwindling and his team has deployed without him, he knows he has to move on.
Kinley Green is living her dream. She’s worked with horses for years, training them, caring for them, and riding them. And now with a grant in hand, she’s finally able to put her horses and her expertise with disabled children to use on a working ranch.
When Wyatt Taylor walks in with his killer smile asking for a job, she sees trouble… But he knows horses and has intimate knowledge of what disability is all about. And she does need the help.
But when trouble strikes, threatening her business, her horses and her life… Will he prove to be the right man for the job?
MORE NEWS
My friend and fellow author Abigail Keam has a new book out as of April 18th!!! I've read the whole Josiah Reynolds Series and love them.
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Josiah Reynolds is hitching Morning Glory, her American Paint Horse, to an antique pony cart when horse whisperer, Velvet Maddox, hurries over to them. Pointing a thin, crooked finger at Josiah, she announces that Josiah can’t participate in the annual Shawnee Trace Horse Parade. “I see death standing next to your horse. Beware, Josiah. Beware.”
Startled, Josiah is worried as Miss Velvet is never wrong about such things, but decides to plunge ahead. Surely this time Velvet is mistaken. No one can see death. The event goes off without a hitch until spectators surge forward onto the parade route and surround the horses, causing them to spook. Morning Glory rears up and the pony cart runs over something. Josiah stops her horse immediately and peers over the side of her cart.
There is a shoeless leg sticking out from underneath the cart. Josiah realizes that Miss Velvet was correct. Death was, indeed, hovering near her horse.
I'll be sending out another blog as soon as Deep Within the Mind is out.
Thanks so much for your readership. I really appreciate each and every one of you.
Read on!
Teresa
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