Sunday, August 12, 2018

Book Tour and Giveaway: The Summer Sisters Trilogy by Teresa Keefer

Blessed Be
The Summer Sisters Book 1
Teresa Keefer

Paranormal Romance
Alana Summers was quite content with her life. A peaceful farm tucked in a wooded area by the lake with her pets for company. A shop in the small tourist town where she sells a potpourri of items that reflect everything about her. She's at peace. She's Wiccan.

Logan Farmer is the local sheriff. Small town boy who went to the big city and joined the police force. Then he came home where he belonged. He is deeply rooted in his Native American heritage.

Both had grown up knowing that there was more to the world that could be explained or seen. But neither of them knew that their peaceful lives could be disrupted in an instant by a legend long buried. A tale that had been told to them by Logan's grandmother when they were young along with a warning that the ancient legend could replay during their lifetime.

But was it really an ancient paranormal evil come to roost or were the recent events merely the doings of a warped human mind? Or had the human's events shaped the return of the evil?

She couldn’t help it. She just had to poke the bear. It was Teagan’s way and she still harbored a little bit of guilt since she knew that her older sister had really liked Logan when they were younger. And she had been the one to ask him out just to prove to her sister that she could. It would be nice if they could maybe find their way to each other since it was so obvious to her that they wanted to be. “Are you telling me that you didn’t even think about doing the horizontal bop with him last night? Does he sleep naked?”

Groaning, Alana stood up and stretched. “I’m going to go for a walk.”

“You’re avoiding the conversation, Alana. How about I go with you?” She made a move to stand up then realized that she wasn’t going to get Alana to agree to let her come along. Maybe she could give her some time to get on her way and then follow, just to make sure that her sister wasn’t alone even if she thought she was. Or would that be like stalking her?

“Teagan, I’ve been walking down to the inlet for several years by myself now. I do it every night that the weather permits and I do it alone. I’m not going to change that tonight.” She went over and pulled a heavier jacket down from the peg by the door and pushed her arms into the sleeves. “It’s my way of regenerating myself after a day of work.”

“Logan said that we shouldn’t go anywhere alone.” Teagan reminded her sister. Not that she would be listening to Logan or taking directions from Logan either. In fact, she was thinking about taking a drive into the city tomorrow while Alana was at the shop. Then she remembered, the funeral services for Herman Monroe were the next day. She couldn’t leave her sister to go to the services by herself.

“That doesn’t mean that I’m going to listen to him when it comes to being on my own property. I am going for a walk.” She grabbed the boots by the front door and slipped them on. “I’ll leave Buddy here with you tonight so you don’t have to be by yourself.”

“Yeah, that is real nice of you. I still have to look at that wicked cross-eyed cat.”

Teagan grinned as an idea passed through her head. She waited until she heard the latch click on the door then went to get her phone out of her purse. Texted Logan’s number. ALANA WENT TO THE INLET BY HERSELF. SORRY. COULDN’T STOP HER.
The Summer Sisters Book 2
Teagan Summers has a secret that she thought she had tucked away forever. That is, until she was summoned to her home town of Lakewood to help with banishing an ancient evil that had come to pay a visit to the sleepy town. Then, she was faced with another woman whose secret wasn't so secret anymore.

Devon Brock knew he had to help his friend, Logan Farmer. Logan had helped him out too many times to turn his back and say no. However, he didn't realize that he would be called upon to pull out his law license to defend a poor woman who had killed and mutilated her husband on Halloween night. And he sure never expected to have to deal with spoiled Teagan Summers as part of it.

Devon and Teagan join forces as they work valiantly to not only defend a murderess, but to help Teagan's sisters and Logan Farmer as they battle an unseen evil that threatens to destroy the small town of Lakewood. And as they work together, they also form a tentative truce that they both know could lead to more.

Buddy growled again and the cat darted through the bathroom door and slipped under the claw footed bath tub. Where she growled and hissed. Teagan grabbed the plunger by the toilet and went to the living room. There was nobody in there but Buddy was by the front door sniffing and scratching at the door frame.

“What’s wrong, Buddy? Who’s out there?” As she inched closer to the door, she heard pounding.

“Teagan! Let me in!”

She put a hand to her breast and relaxed her grip on the handle of the plunger as she heard her sister’s voice. Went to the door and tugged on it. It was stuck. She pulled on it again. Nothing. “I can’t get the door open!”

“Kick it! Hurry! I’m getting the sh*t stung out of me out here!”

Teagan closed her eyes as she barreled toward the door with all the strength she could muster. And the door gave way as her shoulder hit it, causing her to tumble out on the porch where Riana was swatting at a swarm of bees. Lifting her hands up to the sky, she called for help. “Mother of the Earth hear my plea. Bring me the strength of the wind and the heat of the light so I may protect from this scourge.”

Balls of light collected in the palms of her hands and the wind came quickly through the woods. She could hear branches cracking first then the dust and fallen leaves next. She tossed the balls of light off the porch and watched as the wind joined them to create two spiraling columns of debris. Reaching for Riana’s hands, she gripped them tightly and held on as the power of the wind sucked the swarm of bees into the columns. With a rumbling of thunder, the columns escalated into the air and vanished, taking the bees with them.

Teagan put an arm around her sister and pulled her inside the house. Riana’s face and neck was peppered with bright red sting marks and she collapsed against her sister. “They chased me. The damn things chased me all the way down the lane.”

“Come in here and sit down. Let me see.” She shoved Riana into a chair at the table and helped her out of her leather jacket. Some of the bees had gotten inside and left welts on her arms. She smacked one that was still tangled in her sister’s hair.

Ow. Damn it Teagan. That frigging hurt!”

“Shut up. I had to kill it before it stung you in your thick head.” She ran a finger over the welts on Riana’s face. “Those are some nasty stings. Do you know where Alana keeps her witch hazel? And does she have any plantain stashed anywhere?”

Riana nodded. “In the back room. Same place you found the stuff to put a spell on her and Logan.”

“Shut up and take your clothes off so we can make sure there aren’t any more bees hiding on you. I’ll go get the stuff to fix you up.” She hurried into the back room with Buddy close on her heels. Found what she needed along with some cotton balls and returned to the living room where Riana sat in her under garments.

When Riana turned to look at her, both eyes were almost swollen shut and she tried to speak through her puffy lips. “I think I’m allergic.”

“Hold on, I’ll take you to the hospital.” She ran into the spare bedroom and grabbed her robe from the end of the bed where she had tossed it earlier. Her heart hammered. From how her sister looked, she feared she wouldn’t make it to the hospital in time.

Teagan grabbed her cell phone and dialed Alana’s number. “Hey Sis, have an ambulance meet me. I’m bringing Riana. She got stung by a swarm of bees. Make sure they have something to give her, she’s in a bad way.”

Rushing back out to the living room, she wrapped the robe around Riana and half dragged her out of the house and across the lawn to the rental car. Shoved her inside the passenger side and slammed the door. Held it together so she could climb behind the wheel and barreled the car down the lane toward the main road.
The Summer Sisters Book 3
Riana Summers had spent most of her adult life trying to find herself. The youngest of the three Summer Sisters, she just couldn't resist sowing her wild oats, and she had done it across the country. When her sister, Alana, had summoned her to come home to Lakeview because she was needed to do her part to hunt down and destroy an evil entity which had been playing havoc on her hometown, she did so with the intention of returning to her stand up comedy gig in Las Vegas. She had no idea her brief trip home would turn to months and that she would end up finding out who she really was. Or that she would find herself face to face with a man who could get her to want to settle down.

Eric Michaels had been born and raised to be a farmer. It was what he did best. So, when the opportunity to be the foreman at a farm near a place called Lakeview, he had jumped at the chance. What he hadn't planned on was getting sucked into a paranormal nightmare. Things he couldn't even begin to fathom. Including finding himself deeply attracted to a woman who could create magic with the tips of her fingers.

As the conclusion of the Summer Sisters trilogy comes to an end, will they be able to destroy the force that had unearthed itself from its deep dark grave to destroy them?

They arrived at the little Mexican restaurant with brightly colored lights twinkling around the windows. There were only two other cars in the lot, and he pulled the truck into a space. As she climbed out of the truck, the hawk landed on the awning over the doorway and squawked loudly for attention. Riana lifted an arm and the bird flew down and roosted on her coat, staring intently at her with its golden eyes. It didn’t budge, even as Eric came around the truck.

“What is he doing here? Does he follow you around or something?” He held out a hand to see if the hawk would come to him.

The hawk looked from Riana to Eric then over at a point by the evergreen shrubs at the side of the building. It squawked again and flapped its wings then pecked at her hand. “Ouch. Stop that. What are you trying to tell us?” She started walked toward the shrubs and earned another peck on her hand. Coming to a stop, she picked up the scent she associated with the fur trader. “Aw hell, that dirty bastard has been lingering around here. I hope that doesn’t mean he’s going to start terrorizing the people in this town too.” Lifting the arm that didn’t hold the hawk, she concentrated and gathered a ball of flaming purple light and aimed it at the bushes, resulting in the bird nodding its head and fluttering off.

Eric stood and gaped at the purple glow that was now surrounding the bushes. “What in the hell?”

She held out a hand. “Come on, let’s go get something to eat. That took all my energy and I’m ravenous now.”

They entered the warmth of the restaurant and were immediately seated by a plump Hispanic woman. There was only one other couple dining and it made Riana wonder why the restaurant was so empty at dinner time. Her answer came fairly quickly as the woman brought them a menu and glasses of water. The chubby face creased into an apologetic smile. “Buenas tardes. My apologies in advance but we are having difficulties with our stove the past few nights. The gas company has been here three times in two days. Unfortunately, they cannot find anything wrong. We are limited to what we have already prepared and can reheat in the microwave.”

Riana smiled sympathetically. “It’s fine. Do you have chips and salsa?” She glanced at the name badge. Rosa. “And dos cervezas por favor.”

“Si, senora. I’ll bring them right away.” The woman scuttled away, her skirts swishing around her calves.

“You speak Spanish?” Eric shook his head. “Let me guess. You worked at a resort in Mexico?”

She laughed gaily. “No. Four years of Spanish in high school and some time in southern California. Do you want to hear me cuss?” She lifted an eyebrow and glanced over to see if the other couple were listening. “Tienes un buen cuerpo.”

“Why do I think you just said something vulgar?”

Riana winked outrageously. “Not at all. I just gave you a compliment. Ask me later what I said, the waitress is coming back.”
Teresa Keefer is an indie romance author with an avid love of books. She started writing poetry in high school and after encouragement from a dear friend, wrote her first full length romance novel in 2007. Coming Home was finally released as a self-published book in 2011.

Teresa holds an MBA in Human Resources and attended law school for two years. She lives in rural Indiana with a menagerie of animals and enjoys the peace of working in the garden and yard of her home. She has three adult daughters and seven grandchildren and enjoys crafting, cooking, reading, and studying spirituality in her spare time when she's not writing or working at her day job. Her household includes a spoiled dog, three cats, two goats and a stubborn miniature horse. 

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