Monday, October 9, 2017

Whisper In My Ear is Free!!!

Deep Within the Stone (Book 2 in the Superstition Series) will be out October 31st!!! But I have some of my other paranormal books and a short story on sale.



The first book of my Superstition Series DEEP WITHIN THE SHADOWS is on sale for $.99

Welcome to Superstition, Kentucky

Twins Miranda and Juliet Templeton have been haunted by childhood trauma their entire lives. One has the reputation for being bold and rash, the other compulsively responsible. When both are viciously attacked within minutes of each other, they are forced to leave their differences behind in order to survive.

Caleb Faulkner has always loved Miranda Templeton. Her letters to him, during his deployment gave him a slice of home to hold on to. Even though they’re finally together, something is keeping her from acting on her feelings. When she and her sister are injured Caleb’s driven to protect them both. But all his military training can’t help him combat this danger.

Detective Chase Robinson is lead investigator for the murder of Tanner Newton. When the two hired thugs responsible for Tanner’s death are killed and Juliet, his only witness, nearly strangled to death, Chase is certain the crimes are connected. He decides to stay close to the twins so he can catch the real killer. But his police training is useless against his growing feelings for Juliet and what’s hiding DEEP WITHIN THE SHADOWS.

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WHISPER IN MY EAR a stand-alone paranormal romance is FREE the rest of the month of October on Instafreebie. I hope you'll take advantage of the deal and go get it. 



Injured as a child, mermaid Katrina Lawson has adapted to living on land among humans. Denied the comfort of her water world, she’s stripped of her ability to transform and to hear. But the promise of a cochlear implant offers her a ray of hope. 

Drew Saunders is a creature no woman can resist: mystical, magical and musical. With a hum he can seduce women and make them slaves. When he meets Katrina he’s enthralled. But being unable to hear, she’s impervious to his charms. So he must work to build a relationship with her the human way.

Katrina’s doctor suspects there is more to her than scans and x-rays can detect. His obsessive fascination with her, places her and all aquatic species at risk, forcing her to make a horrible choice. Can she sacrifice the only true love she’ll ever know for the good of her species?

Whisper In My Ear has a surprise ending I think you'll like. 

AN AUTOMATED DEATH is $.99. This story is not a romance but a ghost story. 


After his wife’s death, clockmaker Alan Cartwright focuses all his energy on his work and his eight-year-old son, Brenton. Father and son bond by building a lifelike automaton, designed to resemble Brenton in looks and talent: The boy is an extraordinary artist. Before the automaton is finished, Brenton is run over and killed by a carriage driven by Sir William Tyndale, a decorated soldier and knight who lost his own wife and son during service in India. The accident leads to strange occurrences and an unholy obsession.

The automaton comes to life, communicating with Alan through written messages and drawings of the past and the future. Alan is convinced Brenton’s spirit possesses the machine and refuses to sell it. Sir Tyndale sees the likeness of his own dead son in the device and is determined to have it by any means.

Driven by grief and fatherly love, the two men are set on a collision course with the soul of a young boy trapped between them, and Brenton's reasons for possessing the automaton a mystery to them both.

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 And don't forget my newest release DEEP WITHIN THE STONE (BOOK 2 OF THE SUPERSTITION SERIES) will be released October 31st. 


THE BEAUTY…

Like Michelangelo, gifted sculptor Genevieve Warren believes her purpose is to set free the beings she can sense trapped inside the stone she carves. But she’s never had a sculpture speak to her like the rare 14th century gargoyle left out in the elements to crumble in a castle garden. Because of Scottish antiquity law, she can’t buy him, but she leases him and has him shipped home. However, she’s left to wonder why his owners are so eager to get rid of part of their history.

THE BEAST…

Finlay MacLeod has spent centuries as a monster. Stone by day and beast at night, he craves an escape from the endless loneliness of his existence. When Genevieve cares for the stone sculpture as though he’s real, he hopes he’s found someone who will care for the monster imprisoned inside it, too… and help him end his suffering. But first he must reveal to her he’s alive.

THE CURSE…

Genevieve becomes aware there are mystical things afoot when she’s told dark magic surrounds the sculpture she’s imported. The reality of what she’s welcomed into her life is more fantastic and compelling than anything she could have imagined.

But there’s more than one kind of monster prowling the hills and valleys of Superstition. One has decided that only Genevieve can feed his many hungers.  He’s watching, waiting, and moving closer every moment.







I hope you'll take advantage of some of these deals. 

Read on,
Teresa Reasor 

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Deep Within The Stone Preorder, Excerpt, and Cover Reveal

This summer has been a very busy one. I feel like I've been on the road since March.  I have one more trip to make before things settle down and I'll be able to hideout in my office and live my next SEAL Book. I mean write.  

 I'm thrilled to announce I've finished the second book of my Superstition Series.  And I have a cover to share.   I think it's gorgeous and my guy is just beautiful.  
This book is my take on a Beauty and a Beast love story.  And I think it's both sweet, tormenting, and passionate. I found my Hero, Finn, both tortured and strong. I think my cover depicts that.   


Release day will be Halloween. October 31st, 2017.  And the book is available for preorder at $2.99. at Amazon: http://amzn.to/2xY7clQ   

Here's the blurb and an unedited excerpt to wet your appetite. 
The Blurb: 

THE BEAUTY…

Like Michelangelo, gifted sculptor Genevieve Warren believes her purpose is to set free the beings she can sense trapped inside the stone she carves. But she’s never had a sculpture speak to her like the rare 14th century gargoyle left out in the elements to crumble in a castle garden. Because of Scottish antiquity law, she can’t buy him, but she leases him and has him shipped home. However, she’s left to wonder why his owners are so eager to get rid of part of their history.

THE BEAST…

Finlay MacLeod has spent centuries as a monster. Stone by day and beast at night, he craves an escape from the endless loneliness of his existence. When Genevieve cares for the stone sculpture as though he’s real, he hopes he’s found someone who will care for the monster imprisoned inside it, too… and help him end his suffering. But first he must reveal to her he’s alive.

THE CURSE…

Genevieve becomes aware there are mystical things afoot when she’s told dark magic surrounds the sculpture she’s imported. The reality of what she’s welcomed into her life is more fantastic and compelling than anything she could have imagined.

But there’s more than one kind of monster prowling the hills and valleys of Superstition. One has decided that only Genevieve can feed his many hungers.  He’s watching, waiting, and moving closer every moment.

My editor has the entire 86,672 word book in her hands and is working hard. But I'm going to post an excerpt she hasn't edited yet. 
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A well-dressed man strode down the entrance foyer and paused to greet her and introduced himself as Mr. Jonathan Taylor. His face was narrow and his warm brown eyes had a hint of gold. His blond hair, a few inches too long to be considered traditionally immaculate, hung over his shirt collar and had her studying him with interest.
“I’m Genevieve Warren.” She offered her hand. “I’m here to inquire about the gargoyle from the Dunvegan Castle grounds.”
“Yes. My secretary notified me you’d be coming. I’ll get a bag for your umbrella and we’ll go down the hall. The statue is so heavy we wanted to keep it on the ground floor. We haven’t moved it to a room yet. But I’ve had it uncrated in the storage room at the back of the building. I hope you won’t mind viewing it there.”
“No, not at all.” She studied the golden glow of the floor and the high ceilings while she waited for him to return. She slipped the umbrella into the plastic bag he handed her and walked along side him down a wide hallway.  
The storage area was well lit and had hand crafted shelves, some with slots where paintings could rest on their edge until they were hung. Reinforced shelving for pottery, ceramics, and other three dimensional artworks stretched against all four walls. Close to the large shipping bay doors was the gargoyle. She recognized him from the back. A tail curved around his muscular thigh, while his wings stretched up and back partially folded together.
 She had first seen the statue in the garden at Dunvegan Castle and asked about it. Years of exposure to the elements and nature had discolored and streaked the stone leaving it mottled. The pattern of weathering looked like melted candle wax, but it didn’t detract from the work.
Genevieve circled to face the piece and was struck once again by the raw emotion depicted in the creatures face, a combination of torment and rage. He was ugly, yet she saw a dash of humanity in his features. It was that element that drew her. His expression had stuck in her thoughts long after she’d left the castle and moved on to her bed and breakfast there on the Isle of Skye.
In medieval architecture of the Gothic period Gargoyles were used mostly as down spouts on the roofs to project water away from the buildings during rainstorms. To find a full sculpture of this kind was very rare. The owners had to want a fortune for it.
But then again maybe not. Instead of being a curiosity and drawing the attention of the visitors on the castle grounds, she’d been told it had often frightened them because of the suffering depicted in his expression. He was life sized, and that in itself made him intimidating.  Had he not been kneeling on one knee, he’d be at least six feet tall.
Another oddity was the sculpture had impressive realistic sexual organs; something unheard of since gargoyles had always been depicted as sexually neutral though most gave the impression of being male. To find such nudity in a sculpture of that period was surprising. During the medieval era artists and society as a whole were focused on dissuading the populace from sin. Nudity of any kind in paintings and sculptures had been discouraged adamantly and was almost non-existent.  In fact, she was surprised the sculpture hadn’t been defaced.
“He of course needs to be cleaned, what with the pigeons having roosted on him and the natural weathering of the stone. The fact that he hasn’t been tended will work in your favor and the price will be adjusted.”
“I’m a sculptor. I know how to clean stone,” she murmured taking in the shape of the gargoyle’s ears. They lay against his head and were pointed at the top which made him look a little like a Vulcan.”
“A professional sculptor?” Jonathan Taylor asked.
“Yes. I work in stone and wood.”
“Genevieve Warren.” His brows rose. “I read an article in a magazine just recently about your work.”
“You may have. It’s beginning to come along.”
He smiled. “And they say the Scottish are masters of the understatement.” His accent had grown a little thicker.
“I am part Scot and part French. My father’s family came from La Varenne, my mother’s family was from the Inverness area. That may be why I am always at odds with myself. May I touch him?”
“Certainly.” He motioned with a long expressive hand.
She stepped forward and knelt to cup the gargoyle’s snarling face in her hands. From her position, she gazed directly into his eyes. She read suffering in the narrowing of his lids, but also defiance and more than a glint of rage. A strange tumbling sensation attacked the pit of her stomach. His bunched jaw muscles felt almost real. For several moments she was content to caress the shape of his chin. The artisan who sculpted this was a master.
She braced a hand against the muscular slope of his shoulder to rise. Her eyes followed the line of his wing caught in the moment when it had just started to flex.
“What do you think about him?”
“I think he’s so ugly he’s beautiful.”
Taylor laughed.
The pelt of thick wavy hair following the contours of the gargoyle’s head was strange as well. He was a chimera, part human, and part beast. She rested her hand upon his crown, tempted by the detail to smooth the disheveled strands. She stepped away to circle him again and study his wings. Bony fingers fanned from his shoulder blades and veins branched from the joint to trail through the thin membrane very similar to a bat’s. The detail was exquisite and would show up much better once he was cleaned.
To his credit, Taylor stood by silently and didn’t attempt to pressure her for a sale. “How much are they hoping to get for him?”
“Twenty thousand pounds. But there is a hitch”
She raised her brows. She wasn’t surprised.
“Historic Scotland will not allow any sculpture of the period to be sold outright, and transported to another country, but it can be put on permanent loan. So you would not be able to purchase him straight out, but pay for the right to have him relocated indefinitely.”
 So she would be paying twenty-five thousand US dollars to house and care for him but could not claim ownership because she lived in another country. Twenty thousand dollars she could use for materials to do more sculptures. Stone didn’t come cheap. But she could do some smaller things or work in wood to make up for the difference. Her work was moving well.
She studied the gargoyle a few more moments. “The transport to get him home will cost me dearly,” she murmured. Possibly as much as five thousand. And then the transport from the ship to her studio another two or three. She was probably looking at close to thirty thousand, maybe more.
She’d gone insane. She was going to spend as much for a sculpture as it would cost to house a family of four for a year in her neck of the woods. And he wouldn’t even belong to her.
“They could easily get five times what they’re asking at auction and sell him to someone here in Scotland.”
This statue was a one of a kind and would be well worth the money.
Why was she so drawn to him? He wouldn’t fit in her studio with all her own work. He’d have to go on the porch outside her studio. The insurance would probably be astronomical. She cupped his cheek and felt the curve against her palm. He had to be fashioned after a real man.  She’d do some research and find out. She bent and whispered in his pointed ear. “Do you want to come to America with me?”
Taylor chuckled.  
She looked up and smiled again.
“We can help you with the transport arrangements. We often ship things stateside via plane and ship.”
“I’d appreciate that.” She reached inside her coat pocket and withdrew a business card with her name and contact information on it.
“You sound very sure they’ll sell him to me.”
“I can’t be completely certain, but they remembered your interest in him when you visited the castle, a few weeks back. ‘Twas from them I got your number. They seemed interested in giving you first dibs.”
“If they decide my offer is enough, I’ll give him a good home and he’ll be in out of the rain and snow.”
Taylor smiled, his light brown eyes alight with amusement. “You speak about and to him as though he’s alive.”
“My own sculptures seem alive to me. I breathe life into them with my hammer and chisel. Whoever sculpted him,” She nodded toward the gargoyle. “Thought the same.”
Taylor turned his attention to the statue with a thoughtful look. “Too bad they didn’t give him a more pleasant expression. But then he wouldn’t have scared away evil spirits nearly as well.”
“He wouldn’t be nearly as interesting either.” Genevieve wandered toward the exit and Taylor turned to walk with her.
“Would you like a cup of tea?” he asked.
“I’ve taken up enough of your time and I’m sure you have other responsibilities waiting for you.”
“Actually I’m through for the day and I’d be pleased if you’d join me. There’s an Italian restaurant just up the street.” He motioned for her to go ahead of him through the door.  
Genevieve studied his narrow face with its warm brown eyes and shaggy blond hair. A quick twinge of grief assailed her and she started to turn him down but hesitated. She’d only be in Scotland another three days. But it might be pleasant to spend an hour with an attractive man. She’d never see him again. 
And Simon her agent wasn’t here to warn her away from him, as he always did.
They came to a stop in the entrance foyer. “Italian sounds good.”
Taylor smiled his eyes alight with pleasure. “I’ll just get my coat and umbrella.
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I hope you enjoyed the excerpt. And look for a Halloween release!!! I'm so excited about this book. I love my hero, the gargoyle, and there's an unexpected twist in the book I think you'll find as creepy as I did. 

Read on,
Teresa Reasor 



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Tuesday, September 5, 2017

An Excerpt from Breaking Free (Book 1 of the SEAL Team Heartbreakers)

I'm working on the 7th book of my SEAL Team Heartbreakers Series BREAKING HEARTS.  I already have the cover (to be introduced later). And I've been plotting this thing for a while now. Bowie is the true heartbreaker of the team and I've decided he needs to fall hard. He's possibly the most complicated character in the series because of his backstory. (I'll say that while I'm writing him until I get to the 8th book, Derrick Armstrong's story) 
But until I get BREAKING HEARTS done, I thought I'd publish excerpts from the other books each week. 
Of course I have to start with the first book published in 2011.  It doesn't even seem possible that I've written 5 more books and 2 novellas for the series since then but I have. And there will be 2 more full lengths before the series will transition to another SEAL Team. 

That being said... here's an excerpt from  Breaking Free (Book 1 of the SEAL Team Heartbrearkers Series)


Zoe heard her mother’s door close down the hall and struggled to rise from the bed. She couldn’t sleep until things were settled between Hawk and her. She wouldn’t be able to stay under his roof, if they didn’t try to reach some kind of understanding.
Her leg ached as she made her way back down the hall to the kitchen. The exterior door stood open to the porch and she stopped at the threshold and scanned the room.
Hawks arms stretched along the edge of the hot tub and his head was tilted back against a cushion. Ropy, well-defined muscles stood out in his neck, shoulders, upper arms, and chest. Though she knew every muscle, had anyone asked her to recite the names at this moment, she wouldn’t have been able to identify a single one. Black hair dusted his chest just above the waterline. The size and strength of him awed her. The beauty of him stole her breath and made it hard for her to swallow. She forced air into her lungs and tried to block off the physical response that made it difficult for her to focus.
She took two decisive steps into the room. “I didn’t want to go to bed without settling things between us.”
His lids rose, his pale gray gaze fastening on her face for a moment before they slid downward over the faded sweat pants and cropped t-shirt she wore. He homed in on the two-inch band of bare skin just above her waistband, and a tempting tingle arrowed downward. Her knees grew weak. How could he make her hot and wet with just a look?
“I wondered when you’d be back to bust my chops.” He sat up from his reclining position. “I was out of line earlier.”
Surprise kept her silent for a moment. “I’m not here looking for a boyfriend. I’m here for Brett.”
“I know that.”
“I’m not a flirt or a tease either.”
“If what I said led you to believe I thought that, Zoe, you’re mistaken. I’m sorry.”
He hooked his hands upon the rim of the tub and hiked himself up on the wide tile edge around it.
After the first glimpse of a rock hard six-pack bisected by a thin line of hair that disappeared beneath a brief black swimsuit, she averted her gaze. She wandered to the screen door to focus her attention outside until she could get her breathing under control.
“My concern wasn’t just about the cohesive condition of my team, Zoe. I was concerned about you, too.”
Sure. The only blip she made on his radar screen was as a possible problem for him or his team.
“The men have been pressuring you.”
“They’d be that way with any woman who came within their scope. It’s the male way of being friendly. Because I’m Brett’s sister, they’ll tease and flirt, but they’re not really serious about pursuing me.” She forced herself to face him, just to prove to herself she could do it and still breathe.
Hawk probed her expression. “I heard Bowie ask you out, and it didn’t sound like he was just interested in flirting.”
Her cheeks grew hot. “I’m sure he’s used that same line, and his killer dimples, with great success on any number of women. I didn’t take him seriously.”
His frown set his features in lines of masculine aggression. “Why not?”
She’d learned the hard way that men were only interested in girls who could keep up with them. To him and his men, a five-mile run was probably a cakewalk. There were days, walking across the room was like running a marathon for her.
“I’m not interested in a temporary relationship.”
“Who’s to say it would be?”
If she’d harbored any hopes he was the least bit interested in her, he’d just doused them. That was a good thing. He was doing her a favor. Being involved with a military man wasn’t what she needed anyway. Seeing Brett in his condition offered her enough heartache already.
She leaned back against the door facing and studied his expression. “Are you encouraging me to go out with Bowie?”
“No.” A frown drew his brows into a V above the bridge of his nose setting his features into intimidating lines. She wondered what he would be like truly angry. Probably scary as hell.
“I’m glad you’re not trying to tell me what to do because we both know I’ll do as I please.”
A warning glint lit his pale gray gaze as their eyes met. Just when she began to grow concerned they were about to have words again, a smile broke across his features and he laughed.
“How’s the knee?” she asked, changing the subject. “You’ve been on it a lot today.”
“It’s feeling better after a few minutes in the hot tub. Why don’t you join me?”
Even knowing he meant nothing by the invitation, her pulse hammered at her throat and wrists. A fantasy of all that smooth skin and hard muscle, wet and warm beneath her hands, flashed through her mind. “I haven’t got a bathing suit.” She hoped her voice sounded normal.
“Then come in, in what you have on now,” he suggested. “You could cut your sweats off into shorts so the water can circulate around your legs.”
Though tempted, too many painful past experiences triggered a feeling of panic that made it hard for her to swallow.
She forced a smile to her lips. “And ruin the fashion statement I’m trying to make,” she teased.
“We’ll pick a bathing suit up tomorrow at the PX then.”
“I have other things to spend my money on right now, Hawk.”
“I’ll spring for it. You can’t come to California and not have a bathing suit. This is the surf, sand, and sun state.”
She couldn’t meet the challenge she read in his gaze; she’d learned that the hard way. “I appreciate the offer, Hawk, but I probably won’t have any time to enjoy the surf and sun and I’m certainly not too fond of sand.”
“It isn’t one of my favorite things, either, since BUD/S training.” He pushed off the rim of the hot tub back into the water. “You could lie down on the lounge and talk to me while I soak.”
She hesitated, torn between the inexplicable attraction he held for her, and her need to keep him at a distance. The more time she spent with him, the more difficult it would be to ignore her response to him. And what if he discovered how she felt? Her stomach rolled and she placed a hand against it.
She turned to find him watching her and her legs grew weak.
“It could be dangerous for you to stay in the hot tub alone,” she said as she stretched out on the lounge and drew a pillow beneath her head. “There have been instances of people being overcome by the heat of the water and drowning.”
“That would certainly be an ironic end to my SEAL career. You’d better stick around.”
His droll tone made her laugh. She wiggled and turned on her side. She intercepted a smile that softened his features and brought an answering one to her lips.
As hard as he tried not to look, Hawk’s attention rested on that thin strip of pale skin visible beneath the bottom of her cropped t-shirt. He ached to reach out and follow the hollow dip of her belly to her navel with his fingers, then his lips. The drawstring dangling just below her belly button seemed to be giving directions. His gaze followed the round curve of one breast clearly defined beneath her t-shirt as she tucked her hands beneath her cheek.
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He found the combination of sensual young woman and innocence tempting as hell. He drew a deep breath and, closing his eyes, tilted his head back against the cushion again. Maybe it was a good thing she wasn’t in the water with him. He’d grown hard as a torpedo and the possibilities were just too explosive.

The Blurb: 
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When Lieutenant “Hawk” Yazzie rescues Ensign Brett “Cutter” Weaver during a mission in Iraq, his faith in his team’s loyalty is shaken. Someone in the team attacked Cutter and left him for dead. But who?

Zoe Weaver races to her brother Brett’s bedside. He stood by her while she fought her way back from a devastating injury, and she’s determined to do the same for him. Though drawn to Hawk’s good looks and steady strength, she’s reluctant to get involved with a man in uniform. But with Brett lying in a coma, Hawk may prove the key to what happened to her brother.

Hawk is torn between loyalty to his men and his need to see justice done. When he tries to save a troubled teammate’s career, he unwittingly puts Zoe’s life in danger. Can he lead the rest of the team in a rescue operation to save her? Or will one of Hawk's brothers in arms destroy the woman he loves?


And by the way this first book in the series is FREE  everywhere. 

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I hope you enjoyed my excerpt.  Thanks so much for stopping by my blog. And I'd love to hear from you.  

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The next book will be DEEP WITHIN THE STONE.  I'm hopeful it will be out for Halloween since it's a paranormal romantic suspense.  

I have a fantastic cover created by Tracy Stewart my fantastic cover artist.  



Here's the blurb:

THE BEAUTY…


Like Michelangelo, gifted sculptor Genevieve Warren believes her purpose is to set free the beings she can sense trapped inside the stone she carves. But she’s never had a sculpture speak to her like the rare 14th century gargoyle left out in the elements to crumble in a castle garden. Because of Scottish antiquity law, she can’t buy him, but she leases him and has him shipped home. However, she’s left to wonder why his owners are so eager to get rid of part of their history.

THE BEAST…

Finlay MacLeod has spent centuries as a monster. Stone by day and beast at night, he craves an escape from the endless loneliness of his existence. When Genevieve cares for the stone sculpture as though he’s real, he hopes he’s found someone who will care for the monster imprisoned inside it, too… help him end his suffering.  But first he must reveal to her he’s alive.

THE CURSE…

Genevieve becomes aware there are mystical things afoot when she’s told dark magic surrounds the sculpture she’s imported. The reality of what she’s welcomed into her life is more fantastic and compelling than anything she could have imagined.

But there’s more than one kind of monster prowling the hills and valleys of Superstition. One has decided that only Genevieve can feed his many hungers.  He’s watching, waiting, and moving closer every moment.

Read on!
Teresa Reasor  
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