Title: Ignite (#1, Explosive Series)
Author: Tessa Teevan
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Expected Release Date: November 4, 2013
Cover Design: Wicked By Design
Synopsis
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 with spinoff characters.
Excerpt #1
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.
Excerpt #2
Jesus effing Christ. Kate used to be calm and low-maintenance. I’d never met this crazy side of her. Thank God that’s over. This definitely calls for a beer. I pick up the scattered mail and start going through it as I head to the kitchen. I’m pulling a Shiner Bock out of the refrigerator when a postcard catches my eye. I close the refrigerator door and set the mail down on the counter. I pop the cap off of the beer and take a healthy swig while reading the information on the card. It’s a reminder that my ten year high school reunion was coming up this July and I hadn’t RSVP’d. There was a number for me to call so that I could do just that. I thought I’d already sent my form in, but apparently not. I’d worked it out so that I could leave Afghanistan for the week of the reunion. It’d been a long time since I’d seen all my old buddies, and I really wanted to reconnect. That was it, no other reason. Seriously. I have no reason to believe that Alexa would be there with Sierra. And even if she was, she’d have her husband there. God, I really hope she isn’t going to be there. I’m not sure I could handle seeing her with him, no matter how long it’s been.
I leave the kitchen and settle on the couch to finish watching Sports Center. I dial the number on the card and wait for someone to answer.
“Hello?” a familiar voice answered.
“Hi, I’m calling to RSVP for the ten year reunion at NHS this summer. I thought I’d already done so, but I got a card in the mail requesting that I call this number.”
“Umm, there must be some mistake. I’m not taking the names, but my sister is. Oh well, I can get your name and pass it along. To whom am I speaking?” the voice asks.
“Huh... that’s weird. This is the number that was on the card. If you could pass my information along, that’d be great. This is Jace McAllister and I will be attending the reun—“I start to say as I hear a loud crash on the other end of the phone.
“Hello? Anyone there?” I ask, wondering what in the hell is going on.
“S-sorry. I, umm, Sierra must’ve written my phone number down instead of hers. Not accidentally, I’m sure. I’ll let her know that you plan to attend. I’m sure she’ll be looking forward to seeing you. Have a fantastic day,” the voice that I now recognize as Alexa’s stammers.
“Wait! Alexa, can we—“ I try to get out before she cuts me off.
“Jace, this is probably Sierra’s not so cute way of trying to play matchmaker. I really can’t deal with this right now. I’ll see you at the reunion.” Click.
About the Author
After moving around for much of her life due to being a 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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