15 Fun Facts about Teresa:
15 – I’ve lived in NC more than any other state in my life, though I claim Alabama/Georgia as my home.
14 – I graduated High school in Germany
13 – I’m afraid of birds, despite how much I love watching them.
12 – I love working with computers almost as much as I love writing
11 – I met my husband while I was in the Air Force.
10 – I’ve been addicted to watching the baby eagles in Decorah Iowa, since their hatching.
9 – I have worked from home for my “evil day job” since 2005, and after a year of that, I had to have additional interaction, so that’s when I started to write.
8 – I trained dogs in basic obedience for more than 20 years, and still dabble from time to time.
7 – I like to run naked in my neighborhood. Oh wait, that’s KELLY who does that. Though I do walk around in jammies alot. LOL
6 – I once told people I hated romance novels – I rediscovered them in 2004, when I happened upon the paranormal romances.
5 – I’ve watched 9 seasons of American Idol. Wanna guess which one I missed?
4 – twitter runs on my computer the entire time I’m at work so I can keep up on my friends even if I don’t have time to answer.
3 – My favorite color is green
2 – One of my favorite past times, besides reading, is dancing with the dogs. Yep, Canine Musical Freestyle. Gotta see it to believe it – only we don’t video tape ourselves anymore. LOL
1 -I have tons of favorite authors – there are too many to choose just one. I’ve been known to read a little of all genre’s, though lately has been primarily romance.
Sneak Peck at Teresa New up coming Release: Blood Moon Betrayed (Book 3 in the True Mates Series)
Caden’s heart pounded and her throat went dry. Clinton stood no more than ten feet from her. She fought the urge to whimper and slink back into the chair. She couldn’t run. With her injured knee, she wouldn’t get far if she tried. And she had no weapon. At least the last time she’d met up with Clint in a parking garage, she’d been standing on two good legs and without a head injury or even cracked ribs. Course she couldn’t say that was how things ended.
She cut a glance toward Sean, who put himself between her and her ex-husband. Thank, God. His broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted body made Clinton’s skinny self look more like a little boy than the cop he was. Maybe her ex had met his match.
God, she hoped so.
With a trembling hand, she pulled herself up on the truck and moved to climb inside.
“What have we here?” asked Clint. He doffed his hat, rubbed his head, and replaced the baseball cap, his eyes moving back and forth between her and Sean.
“Get in the truck, now.”
Caden obeyed Sean’s barked order and climbed into the truck, gritting her teeth against the pain in her damaged rib and injured leg.
“Now, don’t rush out on my account,” sneered Clint. “Besides, that’s my wife. I’ll be taking her home with me.”
As though the words were gasoline thrown on a fire, fury exploded from Sean, and he stepped closer, like a wild animal stalking its prey. “You’ll do no such thing.” As though realizing he was speaking for her, he turned toward Caden.
Her breath froze in her lungs when his piercing green eyes caught hers. For an instant, she wondered if he could see through to her soul. But that would be stupid. Nobody could do that.
“Do you want to go with him?”
She shook her head, forcing the breath to move in and out of her body.
“There you have it.” The deadly calm words belied the lethal threat she felt beneath the surface as he turned back to Clint. “She’s with me.”
Clint wasn’t stupid. Unless he was armed, he’d back off. He had to know he didn’t stand a chance against Sean’s feral strength. She’d never sensed such pent up violence in a man. Almost animalistic. She rubbed her arms. Energy skittered over her skin, and her skin tingled.
“Don’t listen to the bitch. I don’t care what she says about me, she lies.”
Sean sniffed. “Then it’s good I can smell lies.” He stepped toward Clint, who stumbled back. “And you reek with them.”
Savage menace rolled of the larger male, and with every step, he moved closer to Clinton, looming over him. Dominating him. Such command. Such fierceness. Such pent up power. Somehow, the silent control was more impressive than had he reached out a hand and closed off Clint’s throat.
Her ex-husband’s color faded.
“You will stay away from her,” Sean snarled. His face was now even with Clint’s, only inches apart. God, that shouldn’t be sexy, but in a way it was. Why Sean had decided to protect her, she didn’t know, and right now didn’t care. She’d never wanted men to fight over her, but there was something so primal in Sean’s every move, and it spoke to her on a very feminine level.
Sean pivoted, putting his back to the smaller man. As though Clinton was nothing. A small rabbit he allowed to live. With one large, calloused hand, he closed her door. A shadow moved behind him and Caden shouted, warning Sean, but it hadn’t mattered. In the blink of an eye Sean moved, his hand grabbing Clinton’s wrist as the other man swung, flesh crashing against flesh. Fingers gripped her ex-husband’s arm, and by the look on his face, it hurt.
“Do that again,” Sean snarled, “and you’ll lose this arm.” With a shove, he shoved the offending wrist away, knocking Clinton off balance, the man stumbling back several steps.
With smooth, unhurried steps Sean circled the front of the truck, and opened the driver’s door.
“You’ll regret this,” shouted Clint.
Sean only arched a brow toward the man, got in the truck, and slammed the door shut. With deliberate movements, he started the vehicle, put it into gear, and pulled out of the parking spot, leaving Clint, now red faced and furious, glaring behind them.
