Tessa Teevan is the author of the upcoming novel,
IGNITE.
Before we talk about this PHENOMENAL DEBUT NOVEL, I first want to say a few things...
I've had the privilege of "alpha reading" Ignite, and let me tell you, it's fan-fucking-tastic!!!!! Trust me, you WANT to read this book!! I promise, you will LOVE it. The characters are amazing and the story line is captivating. I swear, this is a best seller in the making. Something else I absolutely love??? Well, the awesome fact that Tessa is hands down one of the best people I've met. I love her to pieces and I feel super honored to be doing my first ever "Author Spotlight" on her.
xx,
Ly
IGNITE
(#1, Explosive Series)
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.
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.
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Cover Reveal Date:
September 24, 2013
Expected Release Date:
November 4, 2013
**IGNITE Prologue**
I fucking hate you sometimes…
The words replay in my head as if on loop. Like I’ve died and gone to Hell where I’m tortured with those five cruel words over and over again. The words from the same lips that whispered “I love you.” The lips that, at one point, couldn’t wait to say I do. Those beautiful lips that I thought I’d spend the rest of my life kissing. “I fucking hate you…” Yep, definitely Hell.
Hell on Earth, that is. I’m still here. He’s the one who’s gone. The love of what I thought would be my life, the man I married. The one I was so sure I’d wake up to every single morning until the good Lord decided to bring me home. The same man, who, on what was unknowingly his last day, spoke those five heartless, torturous words that he will never, ever get the chance to take back. That man’s gone, and I’m still here, broken and alone.
Look, I’m not a complete idiot. Just an overly dramatic one. I know my husband loved me. He’d loved me for more than seven years, and that hadn’t changed. We’d just spent the morning lying in bed for a few extra minutes so we could be close. He fingered my hair as he told me he loved me and was looking forward to the weekend getaway we had planned. He wasn’t going through the motions; he meant every word as he gave me a preview of what he had planned for our downtown Chicago hotel, if we ever decided to get out of bed and hit the road. It’s just that I can be a raging psycho when I’m PMS’ing, and then throw in a wine hangover and I turn into Satan’s worst nightmare. Every month it’s either intense cramping for four days or my husband wonders where this crazy bitch stashed the sweet woman he married. Suffice it to say, I was not cramping this month.
I understood his frustrations with me when I was like that, and any other time I would’ve just ignored those words because I usually deserved them. I knew he’d end up doing something to make me laugh in the moments that followed because neither of us could stay mad for long. This was different. He’d never used the word hate before. It caught me by surprise and, at the time, I was extremely thankful for the sunglasses on my face as I looked out the window at the fields of towering windmills in the Indiana countryside.
Hate. I hate onions. I hate Ohio drivers in the winter. I hate anything sparkly vampire related. I hate a lot of things, I really do, but it’s a strong emotion that I only use when thinking about trivial things. My husband, though? Never, not once, have I ever felt hatred towards him, and it tore me in two to hear him say those words. And what’s worse is that I’ll never hear him say anything again.
We never did make it to Chicago. I don’t remember much about that accident. Actually, I don’t remember the accident. A car accident. I used to think that was so cliché. Couldn’t you be a little more creative? And now, here I am, widowed at 26 because of a damn car accident that I have no memory of, only splotchy nightmares that only give me snippets of what happened.
The eye witness and police reports said that a young college student was running late to get on to the Purdue campus for his early afternoon classes. He cut us off, clipping the front end of our car. We ended up spinning into oncoming traffic where we were hit by an SUV on the driver’s side. He was killed instantly. I was knocked unconscious. When I woke up the next day in an Indianapolis hospital, I knew.
“Mrs. Tate, I wish we could have done something, but he was killed on impact. Take solace in knowing that he felt no pain...” the doctor continued, but his words were drowned out in my mind, replaced by others.
I fucking hate you sometimes.
The words replay in my head as if on loop. Like I’ve died and gone to Hell where I’m tortured with those five cruel words over and over again. The words from the same lips that whispered “I love you.” The lips that, at one point, couldn’t wait to say I do. Those beautiful lips that I thought I’d spend the rest of my life kissing. “I fucking hate you…” Yep, definitely Hell.
Hell on Earth, that is. I’m still here. He’s the one who’s gone. The love of what I thought would be my life, the man I married. The one I was so sure I’d wake up to every single morning until the good Lord decided to bring me home. The same man, who, on what was unknowingly his last day, spoke those five heartless, torturous words that he will never, ever get the chance to take back. That man’s gone, and I’m still here, broken and alone.
Look, I’m not a complete idiot. Just an overly dramatic one. I know my husband loved me. He’d loved me for more than seven years, and that hadn’t changed. We’d just spent the morning lying in bed for a few extra minutes so we could be close. He fingered my hair as he told me he loved me and was looking forward to the weekend getaway we had planned. He wasn’t going through the motions; he meant every word as he gave me a preview of what he had planned for our downtown Chicago hotel, if we ever decided to get out of bed and hit the road. It’s just that I can be a raging psycho when I’m PMS’ing, and then throw in a wine hangover and I turn into Satan’s worst nightmare. Every month it’s either intense cramping for four days or my husband wonders where this crazy bitch stashed the sweet woman he married. Suffice it to say, I was not cramping this month.
I understood his frustrations with me when I was like that, and any other time I would’ve just ignored those words because I usually deserved them. I knew he’d end up doing something to make me laugh in the moments that followed because neither of us could stay mad for long. This was different. He’d never used the word hate before. It caught me by surprise and, at the time, I was extremely thankful for the sunglasses on my face as I looked out the window at the fields of towering windmills in the Indiana countryside.
Hate. I hate onions. I hate Ohio drivers in the winter. I hate anything sparkly vampire related. I hate a lot of things, I really do, but it’s a strong emotion that I only use when thinking about trivial things. My husband, though? Never, not once, have I ever felt hatred towards him, and it tore me in two to hear him say those words. And what’s worse is that I’ll never hear him say anything again.
We never did make it to Chicago. I don’t remember much about that accident. Actually, I don’t remember the accident. A car accident. I used to think that was so cliché. Couldn’t you be a little more creative? And now, here I am, widowed at 26 because of a damn car accident that I have no memory of, only splotchy nightmares that only give me snippets of what happened.
The eye witness and police reports said that a young college student was running late to get on to the Purdue campus for his early afternoon classes. He cut us off, clipping the front end of our car. We ended up spinning into oncoming traffic where we were hit by an SUV on the driver’s side. He was killed instantly. I was knocked unconscious. When I woke up the next day in an Indianapolis hospital, I knew.
“Mrs. Tate, I wish we could have done something, but he was killed on impact. Take solace in knowing that he felt no pain...” the doctor continued, but his words were drowned out in my mind, replaced by others.
I fucking hate you sometimes.
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About the Author:
Tessa Teevan
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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