Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Ignite Cover Reveal!!

Title: Ignite (#1, Explosive Series)
Author: Tessa Teevan
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Expected Release Date: November 4, 2013
Cover Designer: Robin at Wicked by Design

After nearly a year and a half of grieving the loss of her husband, twenty-seven year old Alexa Sullivan Tate is headed back to her hometown after a decade of being away. She has no idea her high school crush, Jace McAllister, the guy who stole her heart the same night that he broke it, is more than ready to pick up the pieces. 

Jace has spent the last ten years in the Army defusing bomb after bomb, trying to forget the girl who ignited all his passions. Little does he know that the spark still exists. 

Ten years ago they had smoldering chemistry, but the spark between them now might light a fuse that leads to an explosion even Jace can't stop. Not that he wants to. If only Alexa can get past her guilt and trust her heart again. 

But how do you put it all on the line when you've already lost everything once before?

*While this is a series, each book will be standalone

At one point I see her eyeing the tattoo on my forearm and before I know it her fingers graze over the italic words and the jagged, raised scar that underlines them as she reads aloud to herself. “Vulneratus non victus. What does it mean?”

I begin to tell her about the time when a roadside IED hit the Humvee in front of mine. My left arm had been hanging out the window and a piece of shrapnel tore into it. I had a four inch gash that had required forty-two stitches, but other than that I’d been fine. 

“It’s Latin for ‘wounded, but not conquered.’ We were fortunate to have not had any bad injuries, so when we got back the guys and I all went and got this tattoo to commemorate that those bastards tried, but failed.” 

She pales slightly at the mention of my injury, no matter how minor, so I wrack my brain trying to find a way to change the conversation into something much lighter, even though her fingers trailing over the words on my arm are making my skin tingle, bringing all kinds of erotic thoughts to mind.

About the Author
After moving around for much of her life due to being an military brat, Tessa finally settled in Dayton, Ohio where she lives with her husband, her two cats, and an ever growing book boyfriend shelf (okay, shelves). Working for the government by day, and writing by night, she couldn't be more excited to publish her debut novel.  Her Kindle is practically glued to her hands, but when she's not reading or writing, you can find her rooting on the Cincinnati Reds, Bengals, and the Ohio State Buckeyes. She loves her sports almost as much as she loves her books. Her other obsessions include red wine, hot men, country music, and all things Grace Potter.  

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Sunday, September 22, 2013

Site Launch and Giveaway

If you're reading this, then you probably already know that I've been working on my debut novel, Ignite, for the past two months. After hours and hours of sitting at the dining room table with my laptop, headphones, and glasses, I'm ecstatic to announce that I type the words The End last night. After already spending the day as a blubbering mess (the angst!), it was a surreal feeling saying goodbye to the characters that I've lived and breathed for weeks. At the same time, I'm so excited because this brings me even closer to being able to hit the publish button. 

So where do we go from here? I've had an amazing group of women who've been alpha reading (an awesome term coined by the equally awesome Sarah Ashley Jones) for me. Instead of waiting for me to be completely done so they can beta read, I've been sending them sections at a time, so they've been living this story as it unravels right along with me. The full complete first rough draft is in their inboxes, so as I do revisions, I'll be waiting to hear back from them on suggestions and feedback. I'll revise the document, again, based on what they send me. Then, it's scheduled to go my editor the first week of October, where she'll probably ream me for my overuse of the comma. After that it goes to my formatter. Once she's finished, it'll be uploaded on Amazon's Kindle Direct Publishing site just waiting for me to hit publish. 

My original publishing goal was November 4, so I'm exciting that I may have it out a little sooner. 

So, stay tuned! This Tuesday, 9/24, over 100 blogs are hosting my cover reveal. I'm so excited! There will be a sweet giveaway, so make sure to keep your eyes open.

My blog tour will also be running from November 11-15, courtesy of the lovely ladies at Love Between the Sheets. If you want to participate, here's the sign up sheet. Blog Tour Sign Up Sheet

This has been a wild & crazy right, and I'm so excited for you all to join me on it! 

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Ignite Prologue

I fucking hate you sometimes…

      The words replay in my head as if on loop. Like I’ve died and gone to Hell where I’m tortured with those five cruel words over and over again. The words from the same lips that used to whisper “I love you” as he held me in the middle of the night. The lips that, at one point, couldn’t wait to say I do. Those beautiful lips that I thought I’d spend the rest of my life kissing. “I fucking hate you…” Yep, definitely Hell.

      Hell on Earth that is. I’m still here. He’s the one who’s gone. The love of what I thought would be my life, the man I married. The one I was so sure I’d wake up to every single morning until the good Lord decided to bring me home. The same man, who, on what was unknowingly his last day, spoke those five heartless, torturous words that he will never, ever get the chance to take back. That man’s gone, and I’m still here, broken and alone.

      Look, I’m not a complete idiot. Just an overly dramatic one. I know my husband loved me. He’d loved me for more than seven years, and that hadn’t changed. We’d just spent the morning lying in bed for a few extra minutes so we could be close. He fingered my hair as he told me he loved me and was looking forward to the weekend getaway we had planned. He wasn’t going through the motions; he meant every word as he gave me a preview of what he has planned for our downtown Chicago hotel, if we ever decided to get out of bed and hit the road. It’s just that I can be a raging psycho when I’m pms’ing, and then throw in a wine hangover and I turn into Satan’s worst nightmare. Every month it’s either intense cramping for four days or my husband wonders where this crazy bitch stashed the sweet woman he married. Suffice it to say, I was not cramping this month.

      I understood his frustrations with me when I was like that, and any other time I would’ve just ignored those words because I usually deserved them. I knew he’d end up doing something to make me laugh in the moments that followed because neither of us could stay mad for long. This was different. He’d never used the word hate before. It caught me by surprise and, at the time, I was extremely thankful for the sunglasses on my face as I looked out the window at the fields of towering windmills in the Indiana countryside.

      Hate. I hate onions. I hate Ohio drivers in the winter. I hate anything sparkly vampire related.
I hate a lot of things, I really do, but it’s a strong emotion that I only use when thinking about trivial things. My husband, though? Never, not once, have I ever felt hatred towards him, and it tore me in two to hear him say those words. And what’s worse is that I’ll never hear him say anything again.                         

      We never did make it to Chicago. I don’t remember much about that accident. Actually, I don’t remember the accident at all. A car accident. I used to think that was so cliché. Couldn’t life be a little more creative? And now, here I am, widowed at 26 because of a damn car accident that I have no memory of, only splotchy nightmares that only give me snippets of what happened.
      The eye witness and police reports say that a young college student was running late to get on to the Purdue campus for his early afternoon classes. He cut us off, clipping the front end of our car. We ended up spinning into oncoming traffic where we were hit by an SUV on the driver’s side. He was killed instantly. I was knocked unconscious. When I woke up the next day in an Indianapolis hospital, I knew.

      “Mrs. Tate, I wish we could have done something, but he was killed on impact. Take solace in knowing that he felt no pain….” the doctor continued, but his words were drowned out in my mind, replaced by others.
       I fucking hate you sometimes.