First Peek at Fatal Temptations…Fatal Cross Live! Book 2

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Here is your first look at Fatal Temptations, book 2 in the Fatal Cross Live! Series.

This Prologue is RAW and UNEDITED…..

Look for Fatal Temptations to be out this winter…Enjoy!


Prologue

Presley

Remembering

11 years ago…

He’s drunk again.

Hell, he’s always drunk.

My entire life had been nothing but whisky sours and Bud Light from the time he walked in the door in his three thousand dollar suit fresh from his hard day’s work as a corporate CEO until he passed out from the alcohol right after dinner. Daddy dearest thought he was the best thing to grace the air I breathed and reminded me of that as often as he felt the need.

At nineteen, my life should’ve been college classes and late night parties with my best friends, flirting with boys, and chasing the sunrise on Saturday mornings. That would never be a part of my world. No, I was not allowed to do the things that normal children were allowed to do because it would embarrass my perfectly sculptured family unit if I was to step over some invisible line of his social standards. I was only allowed out of the house on school nights for my job. Yes…I said, school nights. I was actually in college with a curfew.

In the last six or seven years, I’d learned that when I had bruises around my throat, he was disgusted by the sight while he tried to eat his perfectly prepared meal. Even though he’s the one to put those marks on me when he felt the need to let off some steam or the booze changed him into a monster. Just like the ones I received the night I came home to find him sitting in the recliner, drunk, and I hadn’t made it home by nine after my shift at the pizza shop I worked at in the evenings. The end result was always the same.

A door slamming downstairs had fear racing up my spine and I shivered from the unknown of what that sound meant. Was it a simple mistake from the wind catching the door? Or was he angry for my mom not having his dinner on the table when he required it? Was he leaving the house for some dinner meeting I wasn’t aware of?

I couldn’t get that lucky.

The only saving grace I had was that he surely wouldn’t want me at the dinner table tonight. No, not with the way I looked. I’d just wrapped a soft scarf around my neck, the same one I always used, and stayed in my room for most of the day, only coming out to grab a sandwich.

My mother was no better. She made excuses and always took his side in any argument. The lies were getting easier to spot now that I was older. If I heard how he’d “just had a horrible day at work” or “you know your father…he didn’t mean it” one more time, I seriously thought I’d kill my fucking self. Just give me the gun, I’d pull the trigger, because I’m not sure how much more of this I could take.

A soft knock on the door announced my mother arriving with a plate of food. The sound of the fine china plinking against the silverware always made my skin crawl. The lap of luxury wasn’t all it’s made out to be on television. Trust me…I was living in my own personal hell, candy coated with money.

“Here’s your dinner,” she snapped, setting the plate on the small desk beside the door. The upturn to her nose was a dead giveaway that she’s still taking his side, not caring that her beloved husband almost killed the child she’d given birth to.

In fact, with the silent treatment and pity party for one she’d been throwing for herself all day, I’m sure somehow this entire thing was my fault. Oh, and the shopping trip this afternoon was probably retail therapy for her distraught nerves for having a wild teenager living under her roof.

“I’m not hungry,” I whispered, pulling the headphones back over my ears to drown out her voice. I looked up out of the corner of my eye when she slammed the door as quickly as she opened it. I just wanted to make sure I was alone in my room, relaxing when he wasn’t standing there behind her.

I didn’t want anything from them…I just wanted a way out. Things were falling into place for me, but I had to just hold on a little while longer. I’m not as stupid as they think. I’d been saving up for a while now, having my own account for the past three years. I’d been putting away money so I could get out on my own, and somehow, they hadn’t known about my little bank account.

I had a safe place to go, if I needed it. A friend from high school had gone on to play for a fairly known band and was currently traveling the country, but he gave me a set of keys to his place if I needed to get away from home. I’d packed away all of the things I needed into a duffle bag and had hidden them behind the shed at the back of our property where I knew my father would never venture out. The little shed held lawn equipment and was only used by the hired help during the spring and summer when they would mow the lawn. Since it set so close to the fence line, I tucked my bag as far back as I could and prayed it was never seen.

“Do you not have any fucking respect for your mother?” my father blared, pushing the door open to my room so hard the door handle imbedded itself into the wall behind it. “Huh? Do you? You ungrateful bitch!”

The plate with my meal was picked up and thrown at my face, but I dodged to the side to miss it. I guess that was the wrong thing to do. The fact that it didn’t hit me actually made things worse…so much worse.

As my eyes blink to clear the past few hours, I gritted my teeth to fight the tears that had fallen down my scraped up cheek. My left eye was now totally swollen shut, but I still had full use of the other one. As I took stock of my body, I breathed a sigh of relief when I come up with only the busted eye. He’d gotten really good at punching me hard enough to knock me out, and I’m thankful that this time he didn’t keep up the beating. I guessed his food was getting cold.

It didn’t take long before I made the decision that would forever change my life. I found the second hidden bag I kept between my mattresses. This duffle was empty, but it only took me a few minutes to pack the clothes I needed.

I didn’t even look back when I climbed out of my window and ran away from home, swearing I’d never let that man have any more control over my life.

The darkness surrounded me as I walked the seven miles to the apartment I would be using as my own. By the time I arrived, my head was pounding and my vision had started to blur. I’d already been yawning for the past hour as I’d walked down back roads and alleyways to get to where I needed to go. So, it wasn’t a surprise when I did nothing more than face plant on the couch of my best friend and sleep for the next two days, praying I wouldn’t ever go back to the hands of the monster I called my father.

Copyright 2015 Theresa Hissong

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Playlist for “Fatal Desires”

 
After every release, I post the music that inspired the book. Here is the list for Fatal Desires!

Boss’s Daughter by Pop Evil

Higher by W. E. R. M

Darkest Part by Red

Gravity by Papa Roach

Failure by Breaking Benjamin 

Angel by Theory of a Deadman

Eyes on Fire by Blue Foundation 

Lonely Boy by The Black Keys

Room to Breathe by You Me at Six

That Day by Nonpoint

Your Kisses Burn Like Fire by The Picturebooks 

Thank you all who have read and loved Taylor and Coraline’s story! 

 

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***SOLD OUT*** Fully Loaded Signed by Matt DiRito & Theresa Hissong ***LIMITED AVAILABILITY***

***SOLD OUT***

I WANT TO THANK ALL OF YOU WHO PURCHASED THE COPIES OF FULLY LOADED SIGNED BY MATT DIRITO!!

***LIMITED AVAILABILITY***

FULLY LOADED SIGNED BY MATT DIRITO!!

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I spent the evening with Matt (Our Donovan Milano!) in Clarksville and had him sign a few copies of Fully Loaded!

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These copies are SOLD OUT, BUT you can get an autographed copy from Theresa (her signature only) at this link…. https://authortheresahissong.com/fully-loaded/

THANK YOU!!

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Teaser Scene from “Fatal Desires”, Book 1 in the new Fatal Cross Series

Teaser Scene from “Fatal Desires”, Book 1 in the new Fatal Cross Series:

Because I had to push the release date further out, I wanted to at least give you a little bit of Coraline and Taylor’s book…

This is raw and unedited.

Enjoy!

My phone rang, disrupting our moment. I cursed when I saw it was my bandmate and the lead singer of Fatal Cross.

“Hey, Ace,” I said, greeting him with more enthusiasm than I felt. “What’s going on?”

“Hate to bother you, man,” he sighed. “We just fired Jose.”

“What? Why?” I asked, shocked at his words. Jose was the guy who’d been our tour manager for the past six years.

“He was arrested last night,” Ace cursed. “He’s been selling drugs when he wasn’t working for us. Looks like he was deep in the drug trade here in Seattle. They found a few hundred thousand dollars of coke in his house. He’s going to be put away for a long time.”

“Son of a bitch!” I roared. How many people did we know that had their finger in the very thing we were trying to stay away from? “I swear, we are going to have to start doing drug tests on our crew.”

“That very thought has crossed my mind,” he sighed. “I called because we need to find a new tour manager, like yesterday, man. We leave for London in three weeks. I know you will be over there already, but I need your help finding a replacement.”

My eyes locked with Cora’s and she was already shaking her head, but I ignored her. She’d planned on a lengthy vacation after this tour, but I wasn’t going to let her get away from me this time. She wasn’t going to run…no, not this time. I had to keep a strong hold on her or she’d leave me in her dust as she found a secluded place somewhere on this planet to sulk in her own self-induced exile.

“I’ll get back to you,” I said, hanging up the phone after a promise to call him back soon.

“No,” she growled. “I like my quiet time. I need a break, Taylor.”

“I’m not giving you an option, Cora,” I said, using my knuckle to direct her chin back in my direction. She squirmed to get out of my lap, but I locked my other arm around her tightly. She wasn’t going to run from me this time.

“You can’t make me go,” she cursed. “Taylor, please. Don’t make me…I can’t.”

“Can’t what?” I asked, looking deep into those hazel eyes that hid so much, but also showed so much pain.

“I can’t be around you,” she whispered, tightening the hold around her stomach. “It…hurts too much.”

“I know it does, baby,” I said, pressing my forehead to hers. I felt her shoulders begin to shake and I knew she was about to break down again. “I’m not asking you, Coraline Maddox. I’m telling you that you will work for me on this next tour. It’s time we work things out. You and I both know that being apart doesn’t work for either of us.”

“You sound so sure of yourself,” she barked, but I saw the relief in her eyes. She was going to cave and come to work for us.

“You know I’m right,” I said, cupping the side of her face. I peered into her eyes and did the one thing that I’d wanted to do ever since I pinned her to the side of the bus when I first got here.

I finished the kiss I started when she ran away from me.

Her lips were just as soft and warm as I remembered. There was a salty taste to the bottom one when I bit it to demand she open for me. On her gasp, my tongue invaded her mouth, tasting, plundering and marking her as mine. She only protested for a second. Once I deepened the kiss, she melted into my embrace. By the time we parted, she was panting just as heavily as I was, her tiny body was formed against my chest as if she was made for me.

“Come on baby,” I said, kissing the tip of her nose. “Let me feed you and then we can get to work. You have another tour to prepare for.”

I didn’t give her the option of telling me no.

Copyright © 2016 Theresa Hissong

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Fully Loaded Release Day!

It’s finally here!

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Fully Loaded released officially today!  If you preordered it, then it should be in your library.  Paperbacks are being printed and I hope to have them in the mail to you (if you preordered) by March 10th.  I will let you know when I ship them by posting it to my Facebook page (www.facebook.com/authortheresahissong).

Links to the eBooks are on the page at https://authortheresahissong.com/fully-loaded/

I hope you all love Fully Loaded as much as I loved writing it!  Share with your friends and tell them 50% of the proceeds go toward Matt’s charity, Star Treatments!!

Thank you all so much for all of your support over the past several months!  I can’t thank you enough!

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Fully Loaded and Other Crazy Happenings

Good Evening!

I’m stopping in to give you all links to the preorder for Fully Loaded.

This book is an awesome project I have going with bassist, Matt DiRito!  Whew!  Not only is he my super hot, hunky Man Crush, he is my dear friend.

About a year ago, I approached Matt about writing a book starring him as the character.  In return, I promised to donate 50% of the proceeds to his charity Star Treatments.

Star Treatments is a transportation service for children with cancer.  The sponsored family will be driven to the child’s treatment facility by way of a tour bus!  How awesome is that!!??

Matt’s vision has taken form and now is a reality.  Please visit http://www.startreatments.org for more information.

Here are the links to the preorders on all platforms.  Autographed copies from me can be purchased at the link below.
Autographed Paperback from me…(Ships Approx 3/25) https://authortheresahissong.com/fully-loaded/

Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/fully-loaded-th…/1121205778…

Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Fully-Loaded-Theresa-Hi…/…/ref=sr_1_2…

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/fully-loaded-3

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/517706

iBooks: https://itun.es/us/R1iM5.l

Release Date for Fully Loaded is 3/17


What’s next?

Well, a bunch of awesome things!

I am working on finishing up the second book in the Warriors of the Krieger series.  Blood at Stake will be Lydia and Ashby’s book and I hope to have it ready for you this summer.  This book has been a long time coming.  Let me explain the delay….

The first book, Blood and Roses was written almost six years ago and was the very first book I ever wrote.  I wrote this book while my husband was deployed to Iraq with the US Air Force.  During the process, I let my dear friend Kelly read it…Well, the first three chapters, anyway.  She LOVED it!

I sat on this book for four + years before I ever published it and I did not let Kelly read any more of it because I wanted her to be surprised when I finally put it out for the world to read.  Well, I published the book and Kelly was living in Hawaii at the time and was heading back to Georgia on a move and did not get to read it right away.

Kelly was killed in a car wreck shortly after moving to Georgia and was never able to read the book.  She’d constantly told me how proud she was of what I had done and that she would eventually get to the book, but she never did.

Every time I sit down to write on Blood at Stake, I get lost in thoughts about my best friend and how she was taken away too soon.  I will eventually finish Blood at Stake, and I appreciate all of you for waiting on me.  I want this book to be amazing and if the story is not in my head, I do not want to force it to be written.  Thank you for your understanding and I hope to kick this story’s butt soon!

The second book in the Memphis SWAT series, Lucky Two will be available late Spring and will be A.J Beckett’s turn to get his story told.

And lastly…Fatal Cross!  These guys began as just an opening band in my Glory Days books, but soon became a nagging in the back of my head.  With their drummer fired and in jail for his attempt on Liana Sullivan in A Glory Days Awakening, the band Fatal Cross has regrouped after finding a new drummer and a new lease on life.

The first book will be called Fatal Desires and will be Taylor Vaughn and Coraline Maddox’s book.  I hope this one burns up your sheets, because we all know Coraline is a spitfire and a wild hellcat who will need the right kind of man to keep her in line! Whew!

I hope you all are staying warm in the nasty cold weather that is happening across the country.  Stay posted to my social media for more information as I get closer to releases for all books.

Much Love!

Theresa Hissong

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To My Husband….

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To Wayne….

The Uniforms You Once Wore

His uniforms rest in the corner of the closet. Two years have passed since they draped the back of the honorable man I married. He now wears the uniform of a civilian, not tied to his country by way of a contract. He has seen peace and he has seen war. As a wife, I have endured love, loss, togetherness, and separation, but those uniforms are a part of me as well. For I have ironed creases sharp as a knife’s blade, sewn patches with pride, watched that camo walk away and return a soiled, tattered mess from a year’s worth of sacrifice. For 20 years, we have endured it all, but no matter how far apart, we did it together. But a military wife I will always be….even as I see the uniforms he once wore. ~Theresa Hissong.

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Fully Loaded…Chapter 1

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Surprise!

Here is chapter one from Fully Loaded!

I am giving you this unedited version a little early, so I hope you enjoy!

Copyright @ 2105 Theresa Hissong

Chapter 1

The place was packed to the walls with people from all walks of life. Women dressed in clothing that was either to tight, or designed for someone twenty years younger than the wearer. Men mingled around, beers in hand. Couples were meeting up, for more than just the concert. I cringed when I thought about some poor woman waking up with one of these men who were steadily flowing through the crowd, most likely not caring for the music, but more to pick up an easy lay.

The first band was already on stage, belting out their one and only release, hoping that would make sales skyrocket, opening for one of the best rock bands to hit the scene in the last few years. I’d heard of the band that was currently on stage and these guys were really good. I hoped that they succeeded, because they really deserved it.

A guy with a multitude of trashy tattoos brushed against my arm as I walked toward the bar, hoping I could just get a bottled water. I shivered from the contact as the man smiled. Well, at least tried to smile, but he was missing over half of his teeth and his hair looked as if it hadn’t been washed in a few weeks. I shivered and averted my eyes from the creepy guy’s gaze.

After getting the bartenders attention, I paid for my overpriced water and found Kiera waiting for me just a few feet away. People were just starting to fill the space on the floor in front of the stage. Waves of fans pressed their bodies together, squeezing and pushing against each other, trying to get as close as possible.

My best friend shamelessly pulled me until we were finally within five feet of the stage, just as the first band was finishing their set. I groaned from the hint of mischief in her eyes, because I knew she wasn’t going to let me sit at the bar alone. I couldn’t get away if I tried. Bodies were pressing close, pushing us closer and closer to the stage. We stood through one other band, watching and singing along for the half hour they had allotted for their time.

Kiera was chatting with some stranger to her left, while I waited for this show to be over. It’s not that I didn’t like going to concerts. I loved them, truly did, but I wasn’t feeling it tonight.

The lights dimmed, a soft sheen of smoke filtered from somewhere behind the drum kit, like a fog sent to capture those who were helpless against it. People around me were chanting the band’s name, hoping that would convince them to come on stage sooner than planned.

When the music started, my heart sped in anticipation. I’d forgotten how exciting it was to being this close to the stage at a concert. It was like old times, Kiera and I being out, letting our hair down, and watching a live show. This was what I needed, because we hadn’t been out in ages.

Closing my eyes, I let the music wrap around me, enveloping me in the euphoria of the moment. The song began and I smiled while I stood inside the crowd of sweaty, drunken people. A guitar wailed and the music took me to a place far away from the hustle and bustle of my life. It felt good to be myself for once. Heather Rose, the woman, came out to play tonight, instead of Ms. Rose, high school history teacher.

It wasn’t until my eyes opened, and I looked upon the stage, that I saw him.

His hair was dark, long, and straight, his eyes were as blue as the deepest part of the ocean, very similar to my own. The band’s bassist looked like a walking orgasm. His eyes were on me, captivating me…devouring me. We were locked in a battle of heated gazes, not once looking away from each other. My pulse thundered under the pebbled skin on my neck and my sex thrummed with every note he played. It felt like my body was his instrument. An instrument he mastered with his long, skillful fingers. My sex clinched…my body heated. I wanted him and from the fire in his eyes, I knew he wanted me, too.

In the crowd, people shifted, but I was locked in place. Bodies gyrated to the music, people sang along, but I was frozen by the beautiful man who was just…there. Legs were spread in a stance that he must’ve practiced, or came naturally, I couldn’t tell. Occasionally, he’d thrash his head from side to side. A strand of long, black hair caught in his short beard, and my hands itched to tuck it behind his ear.

My best friend shook me, screaming, “Oh my GOD!”

Her outburst caused my brain to snap back to attention. The blush that heated my cheeks was embarrassing to say the least. Once the connection was broken, he moved away to begin the next song.

“He is so hot,” Kiera swooned, as the song ended. “He totally wants you!”

“No, he doesn’t,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes at my best friend. She was secretly a romantic at heart. “Maybe I look like someone he knows.”

“Bullshit, Heather,” she laughed. “Look at you!” Kiera made an exaggerated movement with her hands, like she was sizing me up. It made me very uncomfortable.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I gaped at her. She was looking at me like I was some porn star.

“You’re blonde, tall,” she began, then continued to tick things off on her fingers. That really pissed me off. I didn’t like to stand out, but obviously I did. “You have big tits, you wear your clothes like a damn super model. You have no idea how gorgeous you really are. Look around you!”

My cheeks flamed when I did as my best friend suggested. I noticed guys staring after me. If I moved a certain way, so did their eyes. Some of their lustful gazes caused a creepy shiver to roll up my spine. I found myself moving closer to Kiera as the next song started, bringing my attention back to the stage.

I wouldn’t have even been here if Kiera had not pulled me from my apartment. I just wanted to sit at the bar and watch the show, but she was having none of that. I’d tossed on my favorite skinny jeans, and a black, sparkly tank top. On my feet, I slid into a comfortable pair of heels that would make a hooker jealous. She was right to drag me out, I now admit. I was actually having a great time.

Of course, I liked the band that was playing. Ares Revenge was everywhere. Their music was on the radio, commercials, and I’d even heard one of their songs played when I was watching a hockey game with some friends a few weeks prior.

If someone would’ve told me that I would be having eye sex with their bassist, Donovan Milano, while he was on stage, I would’ve called them a liar. Oh, that was definitely eye sex, for sure. The wetness between my thighs was a dead giveaway.

Holy hell, what was I doing? I wasn’t some fucked up groupie! I sure as hell wasn’t a whore who’d jump in the sack with a man I didn’t know, even if it was the hot-as-hell bassist up on that stage.

My raging female hormones disagreed. Traitorous bitch!

Absently, I licked my lips as my eyes traveled up his arms. The corded muscles flexed with his every movement. He wore black jeans and a top that was ripped all to hell. The sides split down to the seam, and if he moved the right way, his nipple would peek out. I had the sudden urge to circle it with my tongue.

The girls around me, who probably weren’t old enough to be swooning, were screaming his name, in hopes that he’d reach out and touch their hands. I was a little further back, so touching him was out of the possibilities. Plus, if he did touch me, I’m sure I would’ve melted into my own shoes, right there where I stood.

“Here he comes,” Kiera giggled in my ear. Donovan was making his way back to my side of the stage. When our eyes met again, I didn’t miss the quick wink that was directed toward me. Of course, the girls around me thought it was for them. I was almost to the point of believing the wink was for someone else, until he pointed straight at me as he sang his backup vocals. The words out of his mouth caused my heart to increase in speed.

I took a chance and blew him a kiss, which to my utter disbelief, he caught it in his hand and pressed it to his heart. Kiera made a strangled noise in the back of her throat that caused me to laugh. Damn, it felt good to do that. It’d been so long since I could be myself.

They were four songs into the set and it felt like the night was getting away from me. I suddenly didn’t want it to end. Being here, watching them play, was better than I’d ever imagined. Getting lost in the moment, I raised my hands in the air and shifted my hips to the beat of the song, my mouth opened, and I sang along with the band and the crowd around me. Kiera used her hip to bump mine in approval.

Kiera was so different than myself. She was naturally beautiful, and although she told me constantly that I was a ‘hottie’, I still envied her for who she was as a total package. Where I was soft-spoken, Kiera would chew you into a million pieces in thirty seconds flat if you crossed her wrong. Her fire-engine red hair was natural, and so was her spunk! Her eyes would shift to a dark emerald when she was angry. That girl turned away more men than she showed interest in on any given day.

“He’s looking at you again,” Kiera yelled in my ear.

I didn’t reply to her statement, because my eyes were locked on his. Those deep blue eyes bore into my soul like he was trying to memorize everything about me so that he could recall it later.

He sang his part of the sultry song and used one finger to point directly at me, again. The lyrics were directed toward me, causing me to blush. Damn, this was a whole new style of flirting. I didn’t think another man would be able to top it. Donovan had it going on…on several different levels.

His eyes, those little piercings just under his bottom lip, that ring through his nose, and the hair…all of it made a delicious package I could see myself getting lost in. If the saying about big hands applied to him, I’m sure he’d be a complete package.

Holy fuck! What was I doing? My inner whore was alive and well tonight. I had to keep reminding myself that I was going home alone tonight. Donovan ‘sexy-as-fuck’ Milano would not be in my bed.

I really needed to get a life!

The song ended and the band members all grabbed for bottled waters, tossing them back before the next song began. I studied him, the way his lips pressed into the plastic bottle, molding around the rim. My eyes fixated on his throat as he swallowed the liquid. The movement was enticing me, calling to me. My thighs throbbed with desire as I imagined tracing his throat with my finger, just feeling the soft skin of his neck.

He set the bottle down and turned for the crowd, his eyes landing on me. The corner of his lips kicked up in a wicked smile that sent out a promise of things to come. Kiera was right, he wanted me. As heat pooled between my legs and my nipples hardened in my bra, I knew that I wanted him too.

He mouthed one word that sent my body into overdrive…”Beautiful…” There was no missing that the comment was meant for me.

 

 

As the crowd disbursed, I found myself feeling lost. I’d never see him again and the thought severely depressed me. Kiera was still going on and on about his flirting and that I should try to find him.

“He’s a rockstar, Kiera,” I said, exasperated. “He probably has a woman in every city.” That was the real problem with lusting over him. I’d be just another notch on his very large bedpost. I was not a band whore, nor would I ever be one.

“Still,” she shrugged, pulling her keys from her pocket. “Damn, Heather. Live a little.”

“Easy for you to say,” I laughed and bumped my shoulder against hers. It really was great to get out with her again.

We made our way to the entrance, dodging a few drunk guys who were trying to help each other out of the venue. I really hoped they’d be taking a cab.

Out on the sidewalk, we turned left to head down the side of the building toward the parking lot to the north. People walked and talked animatedly about the concert. Women gushed over the men on stage. I, on the other hand, was trying to forget the sexual tension between me and the bassist. I had to shake him from my mind. Everything about him was just so…intense.

There was an iron gate up ahead that was opened for the back of the venue. Two tour buses and several vans were parked inside the area. I kept my head down not wanting to look for him. I just didn’t want to think about him. It was a stupid fantasy and I had to keep reminding myself of that fact. I blamed Kiera for pushing the issue and making me imagine all kinds of wicked things about the bassist.

As we approached the gate, a commotion behind us caused Kiera to turn. Her shout of alarm was short-lived as a behemoth of a man crashed into my right side, throwing my body to the left. I gasped out in shock, more than pain, and tried to throw my hands out to keep myself from falling on my face.

Huge, warm hands grabbed my arms, spinning my body so that I landed into a solid chest. A glorious scent washed over me, causing my body to respond in a way I hadn’t felt in a very long time. I heard a voice curse and then the deep timber shouted, “Watch where you’re going, asshole!”

Looking up into the blue eyes of my savior, I gasped when I saw it was him…the bassist.

“Name,” he demanded.

“W…what?” I asked, still in shock from being plowed into from the jerk running down the sidewalk.

“I asked your name, beautiful,” he smiled, but his voice was commanding. “Tell me.”

Holy hell.

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“Fully Loaded” Update and Excerpt

Thought I’d stop in and say hello!

I’ve been working very hard on Fully Loaded and now, as of last night, I finally typed, “The End”.

Now, it’s time to sit back, read it from the beginning, and make necessary changes.  After that, I will ship this off to my editors and then get it prepared for you.

As of right now, we are looking at the paperback being right around 200 pages. I wanted to keep the book small and affordable.  I will have them in stock once they are printed.  You are more than welcome to order them off of Amazon.com and ship me your copies to sign if you’d like.  My snail mail address is in the “About” section of this page.

I will be out of town for an appearance this weekend and once I am back, I will do the necessary updates and edits so that hopefully the following week, we can get preorders up all over Amazon, Smashwords, here at my website, etc.

I hope that you all have a great weekend and I leave you with a small excerpt from Fully Loaded….

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The room was only lit by the lamp on the table beside him, the light making a halo around his dark head…like a fallen angel. An uneasy silence fell over us as we stared at each other, neither one of us speaking. Donovan’s eyes didn’t stray from my own. Blue on blue, passion on passion. Bumps raised on my skin and I gently squeezed my thighs together to stop the pulsing in my sex. Being this close to him set me on edge.

“Heather,” he whispered, feeling the energy between us. I’d be a fool if I tried to deny that we had a connection.

“Donovan,” I whispered.

The distance between us was quickly filled when he growled, “I can’t keep away from you.” And then he was on me.

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Cover Reveal for “Fully Loaded”

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The book, “Fully Loaded”, was an idea that formed after a comment I made on Twitter to bassist, Matt DiRito about using him as a character in a book. Originally, the comment was just a joke, something to get a good laugh about, because he is (and always will be) my Man Crush Monday. After the fans saw this, they loved the idea and told Matt and myself how much they wanted him in a book. So, I went to him and asked if I could use his likeness in an erotic romance, if I donated a portion of the proceeds to his charity, Star Treatments. Thankfully, Matt agreed and I started writing. (No pressure at all! Nope, not a bit!)

Star Treatments sponsors a family to help with their transportation to and from the facilities for their child’s cancer treatments. The coolest part…the transportation is an actual tour bus! The tour bus picks up the family and transports them to the cancer treatment facility so that they do not have to worry about the ride there. The bus will be filled with video games, toys, coloring books, etc. There is a bed in the back for the child to rest and even a fridge filled with healthy foods! The idea is to give the child and families a happy experience during a time that usually is associated with dreaded events.

I am honored to bring you the cover for “Fully Loaded” and let’s get this to the best seller list to give Star Treatments an amazing check to support the charity!

Release Date March 17, 2015

Thank you all,

Theresa Hissong

For more information on Star Treatments: http://startreatments.org or www.facebook.com/StarTreatmentsOrg

For more information on Theresa Hissong: http://authortheresahissong.com or www.facebook.com/authortheresahissong

Pre-Order links will be available on Amazon, Kindle, Nook, iBooks, and more in February.

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