I’m turning my LL&L blog spot over today so Teresa Reasor, my friend and critique partner, can tell you about her new release, Building Ties, Book 4 in her SEAL Team Heartbreakers series. This book is filled with fast-paced suspense balanced with pre-marital jitters and of course smokin’ hot SEALs. Take it away, Teresa….
Thank you so much for having me on your blog. I really appreciate it.
Not many people get to work doing their dream job, but I am so blessed that I actually write full time. I love every day. I get up and can’t wait to get to my computer then lose myself in my stories and characters.
With my latest release, Building Ties, I’m revisiting Tess Kelly and Brett Weaver from Breaking Through, Book 2 of my SEAL Team Heartbreakers Series. They’re getting married and of course things have a way of going crazy when you’re getting ready to say I do. Or at least it has for them.
Here’s the blurb:
Building Ties (Book 4 of the SEAL Team Heartbreakers Series)
Navy SEAL Brett ‘Cutter’ Weaver is on a mission in Nicaragua when he learns his bride-to-be, Tess Kelly, has been injured in a car bombing. At Homeland Security’s demand, he’s rushed home on the next available transport and arrives to find Tess, a local reporter, embroiled in three controversial stories. One may offer the key to her attacker.
On top of the emotional and physical upheaval of the bombing, Tess has been offered the journalistic opportunity of a lifetime at the Washington Post. If she accepts the job, she and Brett face living on opposite sides of the country. With their wedding two weeks away, she has temptations to face and tough decisions to make.
Serving as her security detail, Brett sees Tess’s remarkable investigative reporting skills in action, and acts as her sounding board and partner. He’s willing to sacrifice to ensure her happiness, but more, he wants to keep her safe. Because there’s a killer stalking her, and one interview at a time, they mean to catch him.
And here’s an Excerpt:
The police and the FBI were so focused on her position as a newspaper reporter, they’d forgotten she was like any other woman. They’d also shrugged aside her suspicions, ignored the information she’d gathered, and instead fixated on her car going up like a failed moon launch. They had decided the incident was a terrorist attack. All because of the actions taken against Brett and Captain Jackson over a year ago.
She’d bet her next paychecks terrorists didn’t have a damn thing to do with her car blowing up. This attack hadn’t been directed at Brett, but at her.
Mary Stubben had been killed and someone believed the secretary had passed on important information to Tess. She was convinced of it. Things aligned too precisely for it to be anything else.
But if Mary had gathered more evidence against her boss, where was it?
Tess pushed away from her desk and wandered toward the window, then stopped. She’d been told to stay away from the windows. “Damn!” This was driving her crazy.
A tap interrupted the thought, and she caught her breath. Her heart raced. Brett. She rushed to open the door. The same young police officer stood outside. “You’re fiancé is on his way up,” he said with a grin. “Thought I’d give you a heads up.”
Leaving the door open, Tess hurried to the living room mirror. She finger-combed her hair and checked her makeup. She smoothed the sleek shift she’d put on for Brett. The last time she’d worn it he’d told her he loved the way it made her legs look a mile long.
Approaching steps sounded in the hallway, and she hurried to the door again.
Brett shouldered a heavy green duffle. His cammies looked faded and well worn. A heavy beard shaded the lower half of his face. Exhaustion darkened the skin beneath his eyes, but the moment he saw her, he smiled. He dropped the duffle bag in midstride and rushed toward her with the determination of a man who hadn’t seen his woman in ten months.
Tess reminded herself she wasn’t going to cry, but as she hurried forward to meet him, tears pricked her eyes. Her arms encircled his neck and she buried her face against his shoulder. He crushed her against him, causing both pain and pleasure.
She ignored it and clung to him. Emotion spilled over her, and the tears she’d managed to hold back streamed down her cheeks in a rush.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Brett broke the silence, his voice husky.
She couldn’t speak, could only continue to hold him. He smelled of outdoors, machine oil, and him. His body, muscular and strong, rested tightly against hers, giving her a sense of shelter and care.
“I dream of how you smell,” Brett murmured as he pressed his lips against her throat. “Good thing since I’ve been living with a group of guys who reek like wet dogs who’ve wallowed in a swamp. Worse—a stagnant swamp. I may bury my nose in the crook of your neck for the next week. It’ll take that long to forget.”
Despite her tears, Tess laughed and tipped her head back to look at him.
Brett brushed the wetness from her cheeks with his thumbs, his pale blue gaze trailing over her face, searching and tender. He bent his head and kissed her, the pressure of his mouth, gentle, loving. “Are you okay?”
Tess nodded. “Now you’re here I’m better.”
He rested his lips against her forehead, then tucked her in close against his side.
“We’re always stronger together.”
“Yes, we are,” she agreed.
Aware of the young police officer waiting, witnessing their reunion, she turned to him, taking Brett’s hand. “Brett, this is Officer Stanifer.”
Brett offered his other hand. “Thanks for keeping my fianceé safe.”
Stanifer actually blushed while he shook hands. “No problem. I’ll get your bag.” He lifted the heavy duffle, set it inside the apartment, and took up his post again. Brett thanked him.
Tess closed the door and leaned against it. The dark rings beneath Brett’s eyes stood out in the shadowed apartment. Moved by the need to take care of him, she said,
“How does a meal sound? I haven’t eaten anything since a bowl of oatmeal early this morning.”
“Food sounds good. Later.” He stepped close and wrapped her in his arms again. “I just need to hold you for a while, Tess.”
Something in his tone gripped her throat with emotion. She nodded and, sliding her arms around his waist, nestled as close to him as she could get.
His voice grew hoarse. “For a moment, when Lieutenant Harding told me what had happened, I thought I’d lost you.”
“I’m okay. A bit bruised here and there.”
He brushed back her hair, raised her chin and pressed his lips to hers.
Brett had been tender, passionate, and playful with her. She had seen him in every mood, or so she’d thought—until now.
“I love you,” he said, his expression serious.
She caressed his check. “I love you, too.”
“I want you to tell me who you think might have done this. I don’t believe it was another terrorist group from Iraq or Afghanistan.”
“Have the men from homeland security been questioning you, too?” she asked.
“Yeah. I was questioned for about four hours as soon as my plane landed at the Naval Air Station on North Island.”
So that was why he was so late. And why he looked so exhausted. He’d come out of the field, then had to go back over everything that had happened at Captain Jackson’s house, no doubt in exhaustive detail, and for the hundredth time.
“I’m sorry. I don’t think it was terrorists.” She ran a soothing hand along his jaw, feeling the roughness of his beard. “I believe it was a man named Jonathan Frye. He’s the CEO of a construction company, and I think he’s responsible for at least three deaths. But Homeland Security and the FBI are fixated on terrorists and don’t believe anything I’m saying. Or if they do, they’re too busy ruling other possibilities out to look into this one.”
He sighed. “Once I get some shuteye, eat something, and make love with you about half a dozen times, we’re going to chase some truth. How does that sound?”
“Meaning you’re going to help me do some investigative journalism?”
“That’s exactly what I mean.”
Two full days trapped in the apartment had left her with nothing to do but stew about everything. She was ready to go out and kick some journalistic butt. She smiled. “Which do you want to do first?”
Brett laughed. “Sounds like a trick question.” He touched her forehead with his lips. “I’d get the job done. Then fall asleep for about a week. I’d rather be in shape enough to talk coherently after we make love.”
“How about a meal, a nap and then we’ll see where that takes us?”
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Breaking Ties was released in an anthology titled Hot Alpha SEALs: Military Romance Megaset.
Here’s the blurb for it.
Navy SEAL Oliver ‘Greenback’ Shaker is used to making sacrifices in service to his country. Yet he’s blindsided when he returns from a training rotation and learns his wife, Selena has struggled with a terrible secret in his absence—a secret which might require a sacrifice he’s not prepared to make.
Faced with a life threatening illness, Selena wants to follow the same code of strength and perseverance her husband does as a SEAL, but she can’t go it alone. She needs a team, led by her husband, to see it through. But in Oliver’s line of work, his military duty must come first.
Still reeling after her first diagnosis they then learn Selena is also pregnant. Now with two lives hanging in the balance, the emotional and physical toll stretches the ties that bind their marriage to the breaking point. But true to the SEAL code, Oliver never gives up. And Selena proves valor doesn’t just live on the battlefield, but in every person’s heart.
I hope you’ve enjoyed my excerpt and blurbs. Thanks to KaLyn again for having me!!!