Friday, May 4, 2012


About Teresa Reasor...
Teresa Reasor was born in Southeastern Kentucky, but grew up a Marine Corps brat. The love of reading was instilled in her when she first learned to read in Kindergarten at Paris Island, South Carolina. Books were the friends who traveled with her during the many transfers dictated by her father's military career.

She says when she grew older, it was a natural transition for the love of reading to become a love for writing. Though she's been an art teacher and an artist for over twenty years, writing has always been her first love and her passion..Please leave Teresa a comment at the end of the post.

Teresa has graciously offered a copy of TIMELESS to one lucky commenter.

About  Her Book Timeless...

Archaeology student, Regan Stanhope, lands the chance of a lifetime when she’s chosen to work on a summer dig in Loch Maree, Scotland. The ancient monoliths hidden beneath the loch are the most important discovery since Stonehenge. And for seven hundred years, they have been waiting—for her.

Saturation diver Quinn Douglas is contracted to recover some of the megaliths from the loch’s bottom. The job will breathe life into the struggling salvage business he and his brothers are building. But from the moment he arrives, Quinn is plagued by dreams and feelings from a past he did not live. Or did he?

Regan and Quinn are drawn to each other as they research the monoliths and the reason behind their shared visions. But both sense something mystical at work, delving into their minds, manipulating their emotions. And when they finally discover the monoliths’ extraordinary secret, they know they must seal them away from those who are desperate to unlock their power. Even if it means remaining caught in a timeless struggle between the past and present forever.

The trail sloped down, the heavy growth of trees shielding the henge from view for a time. The foliage grew sparser and opened into a clearing.

Loch Maree provided a purplish-blue backdrop to the circle of twenty stones topped by lintels that stretched nearly the width of the inlet. A knoll of ground provided a natural dam holding back the water.

Braden led her beneath the crossbar spanning a narrow path between two of the stones. Atop the limestone altar in the center of the site sat her basket, the long stems of several plants sticking over the sides. The edge of her tartan shawl, bunched beside it, fluttered in the breeze. Braden paused in the shade of one of the slabs, a sudden wary tension in his stance.

Warm moist air looped around them. A prickling sensation fluttered over Coira’s skin as though a lightning strike had just dispersed. The smell of smoke lingered on the breeze. Braden’s grasp tightened upon her hand, holding her at his side.

More curious than alarmed, she ran a soothing hand down his arm. “Be at ease. There is nothing to fear in this place.”

She closed her eyes and embraced the power that lingered on the air like mist. Pulling away from Braden’s grasp, she walked clockwise along the edge of the circle. A low hum traveled through the bottoms of her feet to the top of her head, the vibration intensifying as she neared one particular stone. The Ogham designs carved into the pillar writhed black against the reddish light the setting sun painted upon the slab’s surface.

The air grew still and weighted with moisture. She tasted it, like dew, on her tongue. Her skin grew damp. The sound of the wind, the movement of the trees, her own breathing, ceased. Her ears felt full, as if she had climbed a tall peak and needed to swallow to clear them. What was about here?

“Coira—” Braden spoke behind her, his tone taut with wariness.

An area, head high, on the block wavered like something live wrestled within it. A bulge appeared pulsing, panting, as if the stone were giving birth. A shape thrust forward. Coira staggered back in surprise and fear, a startled cry torn from her.

Shoulders bowed, the figure stretched its neck back as though attempting to relieve the cramped pain of release. The head turned. A strange oval structure covering the top third of the face, a round disk covered the mouth with a black piece as thick as an eel attached to it. For a moment, the form retained the gray color of the limestone in which it was embedded, and then the stone slid away like liquid leaving the flesh exposed. The features were feminine, her head, neck, and shoulders encased in something gray-black as a seal’s pelt. With a wiggle, and a sound like the release of suction, a single arm and hand flopped free reaching toward her.

The pale blue eyes that gazed at her from behind the strange mask reflected her same horror and fear. The wide cheekbones, the dark slash of her brows, the narrow bridge of her nose, mirrored hers in exact detail, and for a moment Coira thought she gazed at her own image.

With a twisting movement, the woman tried to break free of the stone, her chest heaving in and out as she attempted to breathe. Coira’s eyes stung with tears of pity. She could not stand aside and watch her die. She had to pull her free. Coira reached up to grasp the hand extended toward her.

“Nay!” Braden bellowed.

A current passed through Coira’s fingers, and a force, invisible but strong, looped around her wrist like a rope and pulled. Fear lanced through her, bone deep. She braced her feet and leaned back, fighting against the power that sucked her forward against her will. As she looked up, the hand above her reached out like a black claw to grab her.
Don't forget to leave a comment for Teresa with your email address, e.g. name(at) internet server(dot) com for a chance at winning Teresa's Book.

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George said...

Thank you for good lessons in building setting and atmosphere, and thank you coming to the blog.

Anne said...

A little bit of mystery going on in Scotland? I love it!

Teresa Reasor said...

Thank you for allowing me to be on your group blog. I've loved it.

Teresa Reasor said...

I loved being in Scotland. I'd love to move there. I took 1600 photos just so I'd get the setting and atmosphere just right.
Everyone needs to go one time in their lives!
Teresa R.

Teresa Reasor said...

Thank you so much for inviting me to participate on the blog. I really appreciate it.
Teresa R.

Linda Bell said...

Great writing, Gal! Linda Bell

Teresa Reasor said...

Thanks Linda. I appreciate your saying that.

Rashda Khan said...

Oh this is one of my favorite stories! :)

Teresa Reasor said...

Thanks for stopping by and for saying that!!
Teresa R.

Ruby Johnson said...

Teresa: I can't wait to get to Scotland again and your book just heightens that excitement for a beautiful country. Thank you for sharing your week with us.

Jezebel Jorge said...

Sounds like a really good book and I love your cover. It's very attention grabbing.

Jennie said...

I am a Scotland fanatic and read all the novels I can with their setting there. This looks like a great book and I agree the cover is really great.

Teresa Reasor said...

Thanks Jezebel:
I really love my covers. I have one for the ebook and another for the print. And I love them both!!
Teresa R.

Teresa Reasor said...

I love books set in Scotland too. I guess you could tell since I've written two set there. I've done so much research about the country then toured it for two weeks. It was the trip of a lifetime.
Teresa R.

Teresa Reasor said...

I've loved being here on the blog with you and the group. And I know you're going to have a wonderful trip and experience in Scotland. I'll be thinking of you the whole time you're gone, wishing I was with you.

Let me know when you leave and be sure to share your pictures here on the blog when you get back!!

Teresa Reasor said...

Though your comment has disappeared, I want to thank you for swinging by the blog today. I appreciate it.
Teresa R.

Kathy said...

Hey Teresa I thought I'd stop by and wave at you. Such a fascinating country full of history and folklore. Sounds like an awesome book. Good luck with your career. :-)

Ruby Johnson said...

Jezebel Jorge is the winner of Teresa's Book. Congratulations and thank you for commenting on Teresa's posts.

J K Maze said...

A wonderful cover and a great book. Congratulations, Teresa.


Teresa Reasor said...

Thanks so much for stopping by. I appreciate it. And yes, Scotland is amazing!!
Teresa R.

Teresa Reasor said...

Thanks for coming by. And yes, I love my cover!! It really represents the book very well, with the stones and lightning and etc.
Teresa R.

Jennifer (JC Page) said...

I love the ambience and intenseness...Another great book and where better set, Scotland! I enjoyed reading the excerpt. All the best.

Teresa Reasor said...

Thanks Jennifer. And thanks for going above and beyond to try and post a comment. I appreciate it.

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