Two Point Conversion is LIVE!!!

Release Date: April 3, 2017

Genre: Erotic M/F/M novella

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Synopsis

A virgin ménage romance

Lifelong best friends and Rosewood's legendary assistant football coaches, Macon Ray and Rhett Hunt have shared everything their entire lives--even their women. But their days of manwhoring and sleeping around have come to an end. Ready to settle down, they set their sights on the only girl who they want to complete their trio. Caroline Taylor, the head coach’s daughter. Now that she’s finally turned 18, they can no longer resist their mutual desire for the beautiful, petite blonde in pigtails.

She’s young.
She’s innocent.
And she’s completely theirs.
She just doesn’t know it yet.

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If your looking for a quick read that’s insanely hot, sweet at times, and actually has a story to go along with it, one-click Two Point Conversion ASAP!

The story starts with 18 year old Caroline Taylor. Caroline just graduated high school. She was the head coaches daughter and officially off limits to all the football players, so it’s no surprise, she’s a virgin. That is something she wants to change ASAP. The teams assistant coaches, Rhett and Macon have had their eye on Caroline for some time. They share woman, and this particular woman is the one they want…

 

Were the rumors true? All signs point to yes. Did they really share everything? Sure seems like it. Would they want to share me? Dear sweet baby Jesus, please make it so.

I thought all the characters in this story were great. I loved both they guys. They were both different in their own way and it worked. The three of them together just worked. 


I love Tessa Teevan’s writing so when I heard she was co-writing a naughty novella, I knew I had to read it! I loved that the story didn’t jump straight into sex like some of these sexy novellas do. The tension built up and the moment it combusted was perfect. There was just enough sex and just enough story. A perfect combination!


Two Point Conversion took me around an hour to read, and what an hour it was! If you’re in the mood for a sexy menage this is one you don't want to miss out on!

Excerpt:

“You…” she swallowed hard, her widened blue eyes darting back and forth between Macon and me. As she drew her lower lip in between her teeth, my dick trembled, twitched, and grew nearly twice its size. God, she affected me so easily. So incredibly. I was about to pounce when she finally found her voice. “Do you do this a lot?”

The words came out in a rush, and this time when she bit her lip, I nearly groaned. My eyes flicked to Macon, and we exchanged a knowing look--both aware of how fragile this situation was. How innocent and vulnerable our sweet Caroline was. I knew we had to tread carefully, but even still, we knew we had to be completely honest. If this was going to go anywhere, honesty was essential. But fuck me, I didn’t know how patient I could be.

The first time I saw Caroline I was nearly knocked on my feet. Macon and I’d just gotten back to town, and we were on the field checking out the turf.

We hadn’t even noticed a girl was running the stairs until she nearly collided with us.

I’d wrapped my arms around her waist to keep her from falling. When her widened blue eyes had blinked up at me, my heart nearly stopped beating. My dick had instantly hardened. It was as if my heart and body knew she was meant to be mine.

I’d nearly growled when she stepped back from me and out of my arms.

Mine.

The ferocity of my need to claim her immediately caught me off guard. I’d never felt that way for another woman. Daddy had always told me I’d know the one when I met her. I just hadn’t known it would hit me that hard. That quick. That intense.

Macon had to have noticed. I felt his elbow before hearing his word. “Settle.”

Author Bio

Liane Moore is the erotic alter-ego duo of contemporary romance author Tessa Teevan and an incredibly dirty mind who prefers to be known as M. Friends for ages, it was when they bonded over those big, blue aliens they knew they were meant to write together. Who knows? Maybe they’ll have intergalactic relations of their own one day.

Virgin. Ménage. Forbidden. Breeding. Pick your poison. Liane Moore combines their love of steam and happily-ever-afters to write a fantasy for every woman. Stay tuned for so much more.

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The Words I Couldn't Say by Tessa Teevan

Title: Words I Couldn’t Say

Series: Promise in Prose #1

Author: Tessa Teevan

Release Date: Nov 22, 2016

Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance

Photo Credit: Sara Eirew Photography

You know the old adage “if you love something, set it free?"

It's the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.

The dumbest thing I've ever done.

I loved her. I lost her. Hell, I let her go. And then spent five miserable years without her.

To cope with the loss, I put pen to paper and wrote her a love story, knowing when she was ready she’d hear the words I couldn’t say all those years ago. 

Turned out, not only would she hear them, but when Hollywood came calling, I made sure she got the lead role. After all, no one else could portray the character whom she’d inspired.

Now she's within arms' reach and finally, she'll know the truth in my heart.

Because that other cliché, “Actions speak louder than words?”

I’m going to prove it. 

My words may have brought Ava Banks back into my life; I have to be enough to make her stay.

CHRISTY'S REVIEW: 

 

Jeremy and Sierrra are my favorite couple in Tessa Teevan’s ‘Explosive’ series. They are just fantastically fun and their romance is epic in it’s own right. We met their daughter, Ava, at the very start of the series when she’s a young girl. As a fan of this series, I was excited to read this book. A note to fellow readers, this can be read as a complete stand-alone. You don’t have to read any of Tessa’s other books to enjoy it!

Ava Banks is destined for great things. She has big dreams. Going to California and acting is one of them. Ava’s best friend and neighbors name is Tucker. They have been best friends since they’ve been babies. Literally. They have a bond like no other. It’s always just friendship between them, until one night in high school, it becomes more. Shortly after that night, something happens in their lives and that something changes everything.
 

One kiss had changed everything. And then one night turned our worlds upside down.

As I’m sure you can tell by the blurb, this is a second chance romance. Ava and Tucker truly did have an epic love. The things that I’m normally leery about in a second chance romance didn’t exist in this book. That normal drama, or other people stress was not there.[ I loved Ava. Don’t get me wrong, I really did. HOWEVER, even as a teenager, there is NO WAY I could have left Tucker like that after that tragedy he faced. Even if they were just best friends. Going to school is one thing, but I wish she would have handled how she left him differently. I wish she would have tried harder, pushed harder to keep Tucker in her life. He needed her and I felt that he was somewhat abandoned.  (hide spoiler)]

 


Tucker is one of my favorite heroes Tessa has written. He was pretty darn perfect. I loved how patient and understanding he was. He was sweet, kind and just the best kind of guy. I loved the relationship he had with his brother and the whole Banks family. Speaking of the Bankses, not only did I love Ava, but her little brothers! They were fantastic. And Jeremy and Sierra <3 as="" br="" couple="" earlier="" favorite="" i="" most="" my="" re="" said="" they="">
Words I Couldn’t Say is a story of friendship, second chance romance, and true love conquering all. I laughed, I teared up, I smiled and my heart soared while reading this book. It’s a great escape and a beautiful love story I highly recommend!

   

“I’m yours. For always.”

“I’m yours, too,” I admitted.

“For always?” he asked.

“For always.”

 

The air around us was silent save for the crickets chirping off in the distance. The cool Cincinnati breeze nipped at my skin while I waited for his reaction. When I’d started writing this novel, it had been an ode to my past love. My past life. But then it’d taken on a life of its own and become so much more. Which had made it that much more poignant. That much harder to fathom the one word that’d been haunting me for years.

Goodbye.

At long last, he turned to the final page and sucked in a breath. My stomach twisted in knots because he was about to read the end. And I didn’t know how he’d interpret it. Half scared he’d tell me that I’d lost my mind and no one would ever want to read this story, especially with that ending.

He didn’t make me wait long. As his head slowly rose, I was taken aback at the tears shining in his usually cheerful eyes. This man, who had always been like a second father to me, had been reduced to tears by my words. My words. Words we both knew for whom they were meant. And, instead of calling me a fool or attempting to kill me, he watched me with tearful appreciation, switching between nodding and shaking his head as if trying to process it all.

I didn’t know how to react, so I simply stared at him, waiting for him to say something. Anything.

He closed the manuscript and set it on the table in front of us before taking a long swig from his whiskey glass. I followed suit and enjoyed the smoky burn that did little to soothe my nerves.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, his eyes locking in on mine. “Tucker. You did it. You fucking did it,” he whispered, seemingly unashamed of his emotional display.

I nodded, the same emotion welling up inside me when I remembered the ending of my first novel. So many love stories begin with the girl who got away. Mine wasn’t any different. Not only in my novel, but in real life as well. Ava Banks was, and always would be, that girl for me. But, instead of slipping through my fingers, she’d made the conscious decision to leave. And, like most dumbass men, I’d let her. Hell, I’d pushed her away. I’d regretted it ever since.

But, now, I was hoping like hell I could get the second chance Trevor did. Hoping like hell my story would turn out differently than his. But, either way, I was putting myself out there, as terrifying as that was. She finally, finally would hear the words I couldn’t say all those years ago.

Now, I just had to wait to see what she’d do about it. 

Tessa Teevan is a twenty-something book junkie who is also obsessed with sports. Bengals, Buckeyes, Reds are who she spends her time rooting for. She’s a research analyst by day, reads/writes by night, and is married to a guy 15 inches taller than her, making them quite the pair! They currently reside just outside of Dayton, OH with two adorably grumpy cats. 

If she’s not writing or scouring through tons of photos of hot men, all in the name of research, then you can probably find her curled up with her Kindle, ignoring the rest of the world. She loves her sports almost as much as she loves her books. Her other obsessions include red wine, hot men, rock music, and all things Corey Taylor. 

She adores hearing from readers, so please feel free to contact via any social media site listed below. 

  

Cover Reveal: Tessa Teevan's Words I Couldn't Say

Title: Words I Couldn’t Say

Series: Promise in Prose #1

Author: Tessa Teevan

Photo Credit: Sara Eirew Photography

Cover Designer: Robin Harper at Wicked By Design

Release Date: Nov 22, 2015

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You know the old adage “if you love something, set it free?"

It's the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.

The dumbest thing I've ever done.

I loved her. I lost her. Hell, I let her go. And then spent five miserable years without her.

To cope with the loss, I put pen to paper and wrote her a love story, knowing when she was ready she’d hear the words I couldn’t say all those years ago. 

Turned out, not only would she hear them, but when Hollywood came calling, I made sure she got the lead role. After all, no one else could portray the character whom she’d inspired.

Now she's within arms' reach and finally, she'll know the truth in my heart.

Because that other cliché, “Actions speak louder than words?”

I’m going to prove it. 

My words may have brought Ava Banks back into my life; I have to be enough to make her stay.

I knew life wasn’t that simple. It wasn’t that easy. It was messy and unforgiving, relentless in the hands it dealt. Just when you thought everything was perfect, the universe decided you didn’t deserve such happiness and then ruined it. My parents were an anomaly. Don’t get me wrong. I loved them, and knew how fortunate it was they’re still blissfully in love after all those years together. Grossly in love at times. The amount of PDA I’d witnessed in my own household would put the kids in my high school to shame. I never thought I’d have a love like theirs, though. I never thought I’d want it.

Because finding your soulmate in high school? That’s like waiting for lightning to strike in the same spot twice. In other words, it wasn’t going to happen for this girl, even if my life was paralleling theirs a little too close for comfort.

Tucker, my best friend and the boy next door since childhood, was always a little too close for comfort. Except he wasn’t too close. He was exactly where I wanted him to be. Or well. He had been until I pushed him away.

They say history is bound to repeat itself—I said no way. But, sometimes, you can’t fight nature. And the way he made—and still makes—me feel? It’s the most natural feeling in the world. It’s like home. Comfortable. Cozy. And I wanted to wrap myself up in it and bask in the warmth in my heart.

And then his parting words seeped back in.

“I’m not your dad, Ava. I’m not chasing you until you realize we’re meant to be together. If you choose to leave, you’re doing so knowing exactly what you’re giving up.”

And then I make the biggest mistake of my life.

I left.

Tucker was not my dad.

He let me.

Tucker hadn’t lied. He didn’t chase me. He didn’t call. He didn’t write. And when I returned home from college for winter or summer break that first year, he was nothing but a ghost. Even though I didn’t like to admit it, I spent long, lonely nights staring at his window, wishing, hoping, praying the light would turn on and I could gather up the courage to go over to see him.

It never did.

So I stopped going home.

Unfortunately, that didn’t halt the pain.

They say hindsight’s a bitch, but that’s an understatement. Hindsight is a never-ending agonizing torture, always burning under the surface, receding until you’re on the brink of healing, then flaring up to envelope you in flames all over again.

It was true. Over the course of the next five years, I went through a cycle. Anger (mostly at myself, a little at him). Melancholy riddled with rife loneliness. Determination, telling myself I’d get my shit together and get over the guy once and for all. But then something would happen to have the house of cards falling down all around me. I’d get a hint of his favorite aftershave, and I’d burst into tears, wishing the scent was due to him holding me in his arms, telling me everything was okay. Or I’d get drunk and go to my Ugly Girl Cry playlist, followed up by listening to Clarence Carter’s Strokin’ while simultaneously laughing my ass off and bawling my eyes out. Sometimes I’d begin with laughing, but within sixty seconds, I was crying, reminded of how ridiculous Tucker looked the first time he sang the song at karaoke—courtesy of my father, of course. Not only did I sound like a drowned cat; I had the appearance of one, too.

And then that was when it was the words. The reminder of how much Tucker was like my dad. How much I wanted to be like my mom. But unlike her, I was a coward.

So that was my cycle. Pain. Regret. Anger. Melancholy. Determination. Heartache.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat. For five long years. All the while wondering what he was doing, but never mustering up the courage to find out.

Yeah, I was a coward, indeed.

Tessa Teevan is a twenty-something book junkie who is also obsessed with sports. Bengals, Buckeyes, Reds are who she spends her time rooting for. She’s a research analyst by day, reads/writes by night, and is married to a guy 15 inches taller than her, making them quite the pair! They currently reside just outside of Dayton, OH with two adorably grumpy cats. 

If she’s not writing or scouring through tons of photos of hot men, all in the name of research, then you can probably find her curled up with her Kindle, ignoring the rest of the world. She loves her sports almost as much as she loves her books. Her other obsessions include red wine, hot men, rock music, and all things Corey Taylor. 

She adores hearing from readers, so please feel free to contact via any social media site listed below.