Please Welcome Author Teresa Blue!

Today I am pleased to welcome Teresa Blue! Teresa is another fellow member of the Mid Michigan chapter of RWA. Teresa says she has always enjoyed the magical journey of meeting memorable characters between the pages of books. Most of her life’s been spent devouring one book after another.  And then one day she picked up a pen and began to write. Five novels later she received ‘the call’ in an email from Jennifer Lawler, editor of Crimson Romance. Teresa's new novel, Man of Her Dreams, was just released today, and she's here to tell us a little bit about it.

"Man of her Dreams is a fun journey that reflects on the challenge of finding the one person meant for you. It’s not an easy task, but paired up with a new best friend, Leslie is determined to overcome the obstacles that litter her road to happiness."

When she’s not writing, Teresa loves searching high and low for those ties to yesterday. Whether it’s a tin cup or plate to cheery yellow smiley mugs, she enjoys the hunt and almost always never comes home empty handed.

Blurb:

Leslie Stone stumbles upon her fiancé cheating with the maid of honor just days before her wedding. Determined to put distance between them, she heads to the family’s cabin in Sleeping Falls, Michigan. Unfortunately, her car barely hit the city limits before breaking down. And with no money for repairs, the scrolling marquee above the biker bar advertising a mechanical bull riding contest seems like a perfect solution.

Jay Westfield learned at an early age to avoid women who chase the limelight. After all, his mother had been the star attraction in Harvey’s Traveling show. The minute Leslie clears the door in cut-offs and skimpy tank top, things heat up. She’s on a mission and he wants no part of it. The last thing he expects is the attraction he feels seeing her on the back of Old Iron.

Add in a squeezy rag doll named Mr. Jingles, the colorful antics of newfound friend, and the renowned tarot-card reader Madame Luella. Leslie’s about to discover in order to find the man of her dreams she must be willing to believe in magic.

Here's an excerpt from Man of Her Dreams:

Jay dipped his head and stopped an inch from her face. The background noise fell away as he noticed a tiny spray of freckles dotting her nose; her cheeks glittered from face powder. The scent of hops tickled his nose. Her chest rose as her breath quickened. The urge to taste her grew and he hardened, fighting an overwhelming desire to lick every drop of beer from her skin.  He longed to pull the wet stands of hair aside and kiss her neck, taste the sweetness oozing from her body. 

     Leslie tucked a stringy lock of hair behind her ears. “You may be leaving, but I’m not,” she said, jutting her chin out. “I’m having fun,” she said, her eyes narrowed in challenge.

     “How much fun can you take?” Jay’s voice trembled. “Let’s go. I’ve got a feeling you’ll thank me in the morning.”

     “Is that a promise?”

     He glowered at her. Her suggestive question left him with one of his own. What the hell did he care? It was a question he couldn’t answer. “Consider me your white knight.”

     “Oh, perfect. And I’m off to Fairy land, right?”

     The bar room boomed with laughter and for the second time that night Jay felt twelve years old. Only this time he couldn’t run away. He knew what people whispered about him but he didn’t care. He’d purposely added to the rumors by not getting involved with any of the local women. There had been plenty willing and available when he first arrived. A few even asked out-right if he’d like to go home with them. But Jay always turned them down, refusing to play in his own backyard. Not wanting to bed any of them.

     Until now.

     “You’d be surprised what a little fairy dust will do,” he said, and easily hoisted her over his shoulders. The crowd ate it up, yelling instructions behind him.

     They’d almost cleared the door when Sally came running over carrying a cowboy hat filled with ten and twenty dollar bills.  “Les! Wait up! Your money. How you gonna leave town without it?” she said, and held out the floppy hat.

     Leslie struggled against his chest and Jay reluctantly let her slide down his body. She dipped her fingers into the hat and pulled out a wad of money. “You mean all this is mine?”     

     “Sure is. Look around, Les. That ride was the best they’ve seen in awhile. Shit, even the ladies have something to think about. The way you work those thigh muscles, maybe get a little more verbal. You’re an inspiration to us all.”

     Sally squeezed her in a boa-constrictor hug, smashing her against a huge bosom. She planted a wet kiss alongside Leslie’s cheek, then pulled out the napkin she’d tucked in her cleavage earlier and proceeded to wipe away the lip gloss her smooch had left behind. “All I know is, if that ain’t enough to buy a new alternator, then come back tomorrow night. You can double it.  I guaran-damn-tee- it,” Sally said, as proud as if she’d won.  

Man of Her Dreams is available at Crimson Romance, Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

Visit Teresa at her website.