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Pre-Order Blog Tour, Review & Giveaway for Breaking Boundaries By Teresa J. Reasor


 

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Breaking Boundaries
Seal Team Heartbreakers Book 5
By Teresa J. Reasor
Release Date: September 15,2015

 

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Corporal Callahan Crowes returns home from Afghanistan missing part of a  leg and haunted by guilt over the loss of his men. He pledges to live every moment of his life to the fullest and works to build a career in the only field he knows besides being a soldier: construction.

Reeling from her fiancé’s infidelity and their broken engagement, Kathleen O’Connor accepts a job far away from Boston and the suffocating pity of friends and family. She puts romance firmly behind her, and, armed with her shiny new architectural degree, launches her career with a commercial construction and design firm.

Her first day on the job, she sees Cal risk his life to rescue a fellow
worker, and is shocked when his act of heroism triggers an unwarranted attack on him from her supervisor. When she learns Cal may lose his job because of his leg, Kathleen urges him to use social media to fight the decision, putting her own job at risk.

The public firestorm pushes Cal into the limelight in ways he least
expects, but shows him a missing limb’s not the barrier to love he’s believed it is. But there’s something besides business politics brewing at work, and when Kathleen’s life is threatened, she discovers there’s more to a man than two good legs—it’s the size of his heart that counts.

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This is the first book I’ve read in this series. I enjoy coming home stories and this one is one of the best I’ve read.

The story begins in Afghanistan where we meet Cal and his team just before an IED changes everything. We are then taken to the present where Cal is working construction. He has a prosthetic leg but he doesn’t announce it to the world, he figures the less folks know about it the less he’ll have to deal with pity.

Kathleen has just started her first job as an architect, at Wiley Design. Eager to prove herself, become part of the team and take her licensing exam. Her first day she is invited to tour the sites in progress with one of the project managers, Paul Warren.  What was supposed to be a routine tour quickly becomes more at the first site.

After the emergency is handled a conversation between Paul and Kathleen is one of my favorite scenes.

Don’t let what he did make him into some kind of hero. Crowes has a prosthetic leg below the knee on the right side. He’s a liability to the company and poses a danger to his coworkers on the site.”

Shock held her still for a second then two. From what she’d seen, he had saved both Julio and Wiley’s Design’s bacon. Anger brought heat to her face. “That liability just saved you from a lawsuit, Mr. Warren.”

Warren’s face reddened. “If he makes a mistake or has an accident, and it’s caused by his disability, the company will be liable.”

Kathleen struggled to keep her voice even and dispassionate. “If you fire him because of his disability, or show any form of prejudice against him because of it, you’ll have every equal rights group out there on your ass, and it will come down on Wiley Construction like a ton of bricks. That may prove more of a liability than having a man with a prosthetic working for the company. I’d tread very carefully.”

Warren glanced in her direction. “I didn’t know you had a law degree to go along with your master’s.” There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Kathleen breathed through the rage threatening to  engulf her. “Employment regulations and rights are part of the curriculum. It’s just good business. If your foreman hired him, he trusts Crowes can do the job. I’d stay away from it.”

Warren remained silent, but his taut jaw and compressed lips gave her pause. If she’d said too much, it could come back on her as well as Cal Crowes. Oh, well, it was too late now.

An exciting beginning to this tale of loves lost, disabilities, self-worth, jealousy, PTSD and much more. A lot is going on and is handled extremely well. I think we pretty much run the entire gambit of emotions. I did laugh and I did cry. Now I have to buy the rest of this series.

5 Contented Purrs for Teresa!

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My name is Teresa Reasor. My husband, Danny, and I have been married for thirty-nine years.  We have three grown children and now have a new son-in-law and a new daughter-in-law.

I’m a writer, an artist, a teacher and I also sing. I’ve retired from my full time position as a primary art teacher after 21 and 1/4  years.  And after 10 years, I retired from my position as an adjunct professor for Eastern Kentucky University.

I’ve remade myself several times in the last 40 years. I was a college student when my husband and I met and started dating (Remake 1 COLLEGE STUDENT).We married a year after we started dating. (Remake 2 WIFE)Four years into our marriage I became a  mother and soon followed two more children. (Remake 3 MOTHER!!!).

I got my children into school and went back and finished my degree and became an art teacher (Remake 4 TEACHER).

I worked at teaching, mothering, and being a wife for ten years while I wrote books and dreamed of being a published author. I went on the hunt for a way to make extra money to help pay for expenses and landed a job as an adjunct college instructor (Remake 5 COLLEGE INSTRUCTOR).

But I never gave up my dream of being published. Then in 2007 it happened for me. I submitted two books to a small publisher and both were excepted and released in ebook and print. Those two books were Highland Moonlight and Captive Hearts.(Remake 6 A PUBLISHED AUTHOR!!)

Then I wrote Breaking Free (Book 1 of the SEAL TEAM Heartbreakers) and after submitting to numerous publishers and never getting a rejection from any of them. I decided to self publish the book. In 2011 I became a publisher.  (Remake 7 WRITER, AUTHOR, PUBLISHER, MARKETER)

Little did I know how that decision would effect my life. Then in October of 2011 I decided to retire from my teaching position at my primary school and work as a writer full time.  (Remake 8  PART TIME RETIREE. 3/4 TIME WRITER, MULTI-PUBLISHED AUTHOR).

I released Timeless my paranormal romantic suspense set in
Scotland in January of 2012. And in September released Breaking Through (Book 2 of my SEAL TEAM Heartbreakers Series) In the spring of 2012 I continued teaching at EKU until they found someone to take my place. I retired from my position in May 2012. In the meantime, I was busy getting my rights back for Highland Moonlight and Captive Hearts. I did rewrites, sent them to a professional editor and rereleased them myself. I also rereleased a short story To Capture a Highlander’s Heart: The Beginning (A Highland Moonlight Spinoff), released a new novella To Capture a Highlander’s Heart: The Courtship and a Steampunk short story titled An Automated Death. And a contemporary comedic short story Caught In The Act.

By September I had another SEAL book ready to release. Breaking Away (Book 3 of my SEAL TEAM Heartbreakers Series) And I retired from my college position after 10 years.(Remake 9 FULL TIME WRITER AND  MULTI-PUBLISHED AUTHOR!!!!! Whoot!)

Since then I’ve released Breaking Ties (A SEAL Team Hearbreakers Novella) And Building Ties (Book 4 of the SEAL Team Heartbreakers).
And I’m expanding into other genres. Whisper In My Ear and Deep Within The Shadows are both Paranormal/Urban Fantasies.

I’m loving retirement and this full time writing gig. BEST JOB EVER. And I feel blessed every day that I can get up and do my thing. It’s a hard job. I spend 12 hour days from 7:00 am to 7:00 pm. doing it. But it’s not a burden. I’m so blessed. And I thank God every day that I’m able to do what I love 24-7 if I want to. And I may yet do another remake.

Maybe grandma will be on my horizon. Or some other wonderful thing. But writer and author will always be in the mix.
You’ll be hearing about a new release soon.

READ ON,
Teresa Reasor

I have a children’s book available for purchase in ebook and print format at Amazon. WILLY C. SPARKS: The Dragon Who Lost His Fire.
And my next Haiku Clue will be out Spring 2016. And I do have other hobbies including  painting, making jewelry, singing, crocheting, quilling, making cards, and traveling.

Please email me anytime for information, or offer me suggestions on my website at teresareasor@msn.com

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Release Day Blog Tour! Servicing the Target by Cherise Sinclair


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Servicing the Target
Masters of the Shadowlands – Book 10
by Cherise Sinclair
 Evil Eye Concepts, Inc. (July 28, 2015)

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A discharged Army Ranger, Ben considers his job as a BDSM club security guard to be an excellent hobby. He’s never been tempted to join in. But everything changes when the notorious Mistress Anne inadvertently reveals the caring heart concealed beneath her Domme armor.
Now, he’s set his sights on the beautiful Shadowlands Mistress. Maybe he’d considered himself vanilla, but she can put her stiletto on his chest any day, any time. He’ll trust her delicate hands to hold his heart. And if she wants to whip his ass on the way to an outstanding climax, he’s just fine with that too.

Sure, he knows she likes “pretty boy” slaves. And he’s older. Craggy and rough. And six-five. Minor hindrances. The mission is a go.

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Ben had been to Anne’s house before—chauffeuring her and her friends to a bachelorette party last winter. As he walked around his car, he could see past her cottage-style house to the ocean beyond. How the fuck did she manage a beach house on a bounty hunter’s salary?
When he opened the passenger door, the interior light showed she was still asleep in the tipped-back seat. She’d miscalculated the effect of alcohol on pain pills, Z had said.
Her dark brown hair which she’d worn braided back in a severe style had come undone. The loose tendrils softened her aristocratic face. She wasn’t a small woman—maybe five-eight—but beautifully formed with small breasts, a tight rounded ass. A darkening bruise marred the sculptured beauty of her right cheekbone.
God fucking dammit, he’d never seen anyone so beautiful.
“Mistress Anne.” He unfastened her seatbelt. Hell, she wasn’t budging. With a grunt of exasperation, he opened the purse that Z had retrieved from her locker. Her house keys were clipped to the strap. “I hope you don’t have a dog, woman, or you’ll have a real short ride.” He set the purse in her lap and plucked her off the seat.
She was heavier than he expected. Undoubtedly had more muscles than the last lass he’d carried. He kicked the car door shut and carried her up to the cottage.
No dog. He walked through the foyer, took a guess, and headed up the stairs. An opened door showed the master bedroom—or would that be called the mistress bedroom? Using his elbow, he flipped on the overhead chandelier light.
Icy blue walls. A glass-fronted fireplace with an ornate mirror over the mantel. A canopied bed with a ruffled floral bedspread. A white couch with fancy legs in front of a wall of windows. All blue and white, like an airy summer garden, it was the most feminine room he’d ever seen.
She roused when he laid her on the bed, and damned if Ms. Feminine didn’t try to punch him.
The candle-shaped lights overhead provided crappy illumination—and hell, she probably only saw a hulking monster over her. He caught her delicate fist in his oversized palm. “Easy, Ma’am.”
Her finely arched brows drew together as she tried to sit up. He didn’t miss the way her hand grabbed her ribs. Damn foolish woman.
“It’s Ben. From the Shadowlands. I brought you home.”
“Ah, Ben.” She gingerly relaxed back on the mattress. “Thanks for the ride. Please tell Z I said so.”
“You’re welcome, Mistress Anne.” He shifted his weight, uncomfortable as hell. But the garment she wore seemed to be some combination of a corset and a dress. It had obvious ribbing and was way too tight. She couldn’t sleep in it. “Uh…you need to get out of that contraption.”
He was standing over her—one big ugly guy. She was flat on her back and totally unconcerned. “Do I now?”
The edge of warning in her voice made his cock stir.
“Yes, Ma’am.” The honorific came easily to his lips. She reminded him of the elegant captain of Marines in his first deployment. Always in control, and even when covered with blood and filth, still refined.
He smiled at her. “How about you order me to give you some help?”
Her snort of exasperation sounded like a kitten’s sneeze. “Benjamin, if a subbie tells me to order him to do something, then who’s in charge?”
“Got me there.” And damned if he was going to leave without getting her comfortable. “You going to punch me if I help you strip down?”
She eyed him. Her pupils were still smaller than normal, making her eyes even bluer. “I never realized how stubborn you were.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Her sigh held a note of exasperation. “Help me out of this, then.”
He reached for the front and realized her ribbed long dress had no buttons. Stalling, he moved down to unlace her thigh-high boots. When he pulled them off, he heard a sigh of relief.
Damn, her pretty legs had a sexy golden tan. High-arched feet. Her toenails were a pale pink with white stripes. Amazing what women did for fun. Her mutant black dress was next. Thinking to salvage her modesty, he picked up the frilly knitted throw from the foot of the bed and draped it over her lower legs.
Next. He’d have been more comfortable walking into a firefight.
Her fucking dress had toothpick-sized metal studs down the front that poked through metal grommets. Only way to get it off would be to stick his fingers inside and draw the edges together to release each fucking stud. Her breasts were in there. Jesus, he couldn’t do this.
Her lips curved up in a wicked smile. “Don’t stop now, Benjamin.”
“Having fun are we, Mistress?” he muttered and slid his big fingers inside the top.
“Mmmhmm.”
She was warm, her skin silky on the backs of his knuckles. And he was harder than a rock. The corset part of the dress came undone, catch by catch. But the tightness increased over her ribs, and when he pulled the edges together, she made a sound of pain.
He stopped. How the fuck could he do this if he hurt her? “Anne?”
“Go on.” Her hands were fisted, her fingernails digging into her palms. But her gaze was clear and level. “You’re right—I’d have had a hard time getting out of this. I’m not moving as well as I was earlier.”
“What kind of damage are we looking at?” His jaw was tight as he continued as ordered.
Prong after prong.
Although she controlled her face, she couldn’t control the involuntary flinches and tightening of her belly.
“Bruised ribs; nothing broken.” Her voice sounded strained, but finally he was past that section.
He undid the looser part over her lower stomach and worked his way…down. As he flipped the dress open, he tried not to look.
Bullshit, he totally looked. His gaze traveled from her thong-covered pussy, up a softly rounded belly, to her sweet, high breasts. Rosy-brown nipples perked up in the cool night air. Her scent was almost edible—like tangerines accompanied by the light musk of a female.
Act like the gentleman you weren’t raised as, Haugen. He drew the blanket over her.
Turning his gaze away—so he wouldn’t see how he hurt her—he slid an arm under her lower back. Shit, her skin there was soft as well. Carefully, he lifted her far enough to slide her dress out.
Now she wore only a thong and a blanket. The room was far too fucking warm. “Thank you, Ben. That feels much better.”
“I bet.” He dared greatly and moved the lower blanket to one side. Her right thigh had a bruise almost the width of his fist. He glanced at her, eyebrows raised. “Boot?” “The bail fugitive had an overly protective, big brother.”
What a fucking job. No wonder she came into the Shadowlands with bruises and gashes.
“Wouldn’t you rather do something…safer?”
Her blue gaze turned chill as the arctic north. “No.” “Sorry, Ma’am.”
“You do say that rather well, you know,” she murmured. She had a dimple in her cheek, one he hadn’t noticed until he’d seen her at Gabi’s bachelorette party.
“I do what?” He needed to leave or he was going to strip that blanket off her again. Find every bruise and kiss them all better.
Ma’am. I thought you were vanilla, Ben.”
“I am.” And if he’d been daydreaming about her setting a sharp stiletto on his chest, he’d keep those thoughts to himself. “Did a bit of military, is all.”
“Ah.” She eyed him slowly, still not quite returned to her usual frightening brilliance. “Can I pay you for the time and gas to bring me all the way out here?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He paused a second with a hope that Z never heard. He’d get his ass fired on the spot. “I think I deserve a kiss from the Mistress.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “You are just full of surprises tonight.”
Her husky voice always sounded like a morning after raw sex, but when it dropped to that throaty tone, he could see why men crawled on their knees in her wake.
He waited while she thought. He’d wait all night—fuck knew, looking at her wasn’t a chore.
Rather than answering, she held her arms up.
God loved him. He sat beside her hip, leaned down as she put her hands behind his neck.
More. He carefully slid a hand behind her shoulders. Her satin skin stretched over her smooth feminine muscles. He opened his other hand behind her head to enjoy the thick mass of silky fine hair. He was used to visual delights—she was a tactile symphony.
He lifted slightly, just enough to draw her against his chest, so he could enjoy the feel of her breasts against him.
Bless Z.
When he gazed down into her face, he could read her surprise at his daring, and then her eyes started to narrow. If he didn’t move, he’d lose his treat. So he bent his head and brushed his lips against hers.
Softness. Damned if he’d hurry. He settled his mouth over hers and walked empty-handed into the fire zone.

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Cherise Sinclair-8643-Sm-Color Cherise Sinclair
USA Today Bestselling Author, Cherise Sinclair is renowned for writing heart-wrenching stories with laugh-out-loud dialogue, devastating Dominants, and absolutely sizzling sex. And did I mention the BDSM? Her awards range from a National Leather Award to a Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice nomination to a Goodreads BDSM group’s Best Author of the Year.
Cherise currently lives in the Pacific Northwest with her beloved husband and writes full-time under the supervision of a merciless feline.
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Release Day Blog Tour! One Last Sunset by Michel Prince


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One Last Sunset
The Long Ranch Series Book 1
by Michel Prince
Michel Prince Books 1 edition (July 23, 2015)

 

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Sunshine Parker didn’t walk away from Tender Root, he ran. Joining the rodeo let his body be beaten by broncos for money, instead of his father for free. After an injury forces him to return to his hometown, he heads to the Long Ranch, the one place that’s always accepted him.

Melody Long is Long Ranch’s first cowgirl in a hundred years. With brothers and cousins always looming in the background, Melody had given up on dating long ago. Now back from college, she uncovers something even the Long name can’t protect her from.

Men who want to survive keep Melody at arms length. But Melody isn’t the bookworm Sunshine remembers growing up, and it’s hard to hide his new found lust. Will his desire cost him the only place he’s ever considered home?

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Michel Prince is an author who graduated with a bachelor degree in History and Political Science. Michel writes new adult and adult paranormal romance as well as contemporary romance.

With characters yelling “It’s my turn damn it!!!” She tries to explain to them that alas, she can only type a hundred and twenty words a minute and they will have wait their turn. She knows eventually they find their way out of her head and to her fingertips and she looks forward to sharing them with you.

When Michel can suppress the voices in her head she can be found at a scouting event or cheering for her son in a variety of sports. She would like to thank her family for always being in her corner and especially her husband for supporting her every dream and never letting her give up.

Michel has been awarded Elite Status with Rebel Ink Press in 2013, the service award for her local RWA chapter Midwest Fiction Writers and is a Pro member of RWA. She lives in the Twin Cities with her husband, son, cat and new puppy.

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