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.
Visit Teresa at her website.
