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Sunday, May 10, 2020

Release Day Blitz: In My Dreams


In My Dreams by T. A. Moorman
Underlayes Book 3
Published May 10, 2020 by GothicMoms Studios
Supernatural Suspense/Paranormal Thriller

Synopsis -

Reina and Ricardo have a relationship that’s as close to perfect as one can get. 

Coming home after a romantic honeymoon, they’re ready to settle down and begin their life together.But when Reina literally bumps into someone from her past, their future turns into a thing of uncertainty, and her life begins to unravel. Things are no longer as they seem when this dangerous stranger embeds himself into their lives.

Will this vampire and his bride survive a wizard bound and determined to recreate his obedient mate from a past life? Or will they show him that sometimes the past is best left buried?
 


EXCERPT:

“Spill the beans woman before I lose my ever-loving mind.” I loved making Kenya wait, she was the most impatient female I knew. Lizzie was turning beat red as she did her best not to laugh. Whether from the expressions on Kenya’s face, or the bright pink lipstick she’d decided to try that seemed to glow, I had no idea. Maybe it was both. Kenya sat back in her seat and crossed her arms at her very ample chest, which drew more attention to the blindingly bright yellow dress she had on. The way she was dressed was a sure sign the two of them must have had a fight about something. It was the only time Kenya pulled out the tackiest looking clothes she could find. And with her exotic midnight sky complexion the neon bright material looked like it was actually glowing in the dark, and it was broad daylight.

“Lizzie, did you really have to piss her off today?” I eyeballed her as I asked the question and did my best to hold in the laugh that bubbled up in my throat. Lizzie looked conservative in comparison to her mate. She wore a black leather catsuit which only had one sleeve, the other didn’t have so much as a spaghetti strap which showed off her slightly muscular, milky cream arm. With her blonde hair pulled to the top of her head in a sleek ponytail and cut bangs that hung right below her eyebrows she looked like she had just walked off the Charlies Angels film set. The two of them already resembled night and day as it was, even without Kenya’s added antics. “I mean, come on. How am I supposed to give y’all all the details you’ve been waiting to hear while trying to avoid looking at a Rainbow Brite reject for too long? Is she doing an experiment that neither of us know about? Can supes go blind, and if so what kind?”

Lizzie couldn’t stop the laugh that came from her mouth, which was unfortunate considering she had just taken a huge sip of her extra dead red bubbly. Good thing she had on black. One of the waiters came rushing over with more than a few extra napkins as Lizzie began to explain, “Your friend has a case of baby fever and is doing her level best to pass it on to me.” Was her sultry reply.

“So?” That really didn’t explain much, not given their situation, “Lizzie, I thought the two of you worked that out a long time ago. That you were going to start your family right around now. It’s been, what, twenty-five years already, right?” That earned me a scoff and an eyeroll from Kenya.

Lizzie went on to say to me, “Having the baby isn’t what the problem is. The problem is that she wants me to be the one to carry it. That was not part of the deal, and she knows it.”

“But you handle pain so much better than I do.” Kenya replied as she did her level best to pout with her arms crossed against her chest. Which only made Lizzie and I laugh that much harder.

Once I was finally able to curtail my laughter I asked Kenya, “So you mean to tell me you over there huffin and puffin over something you have no business being mad about?” when she made no attempt to respond I continued, “Why would you even want Lizzie to carry the baby? She’s part of the Guard you whacko.” I laughed a bit more when she rolled her eyes at that, “Goddess, I really missed this.”

“You’re the one that decided to take a ten-year honeymoon.” Lizzie said as she scooted back her chair and stood, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I see my dinner. Don’t spill any details until I get back.”

After she bent down to give Kenya a kiss on her still pouting, bright lips, Lizzie sashayed off to the dancefloor where willing donors were dancing to some new techno beat. We were at Club Vamptasy. That had been my first visit to the club since it had been built while I was still abroad on my honeymoon. Apparently, the royal families created a new bar, or club, in each district as peace offerings after the wars. Well, they called them the wars, but if you asked me it was more like a huge family feud between the vampires, witches, and Rasputins, with a few others caught in the crossfire. Guess it was just one of those ‘all in how you look at it’ things. The clubs weren’t segregated or anything stupid such as that, just each catered to specific factions needs. But everyone was allowed to come and have a good time.

At Club Vamptasy, the snack bar was literally on the dance floor. Human donors of every variety swayed to the beat with their necks and wrists exposed. If a vampire wanted to take a more intimate vein they had to do so in one of the private rooms in the back. I hadn’t been to a private room or the snack bar yet, didn’t have a need. I had already fully fed before I left home. To each their own and all that, but I’d much rather feed at home than in public. Guess a part of me would just always be a tad bit shy. Though my mate did tend to bring out my wild side; which was part of the reason I left him at home. The other part was that he was out catching up with his own friends.

I don’t think I could have stopped smiling had I wanted to as I my eyes locked onto Kenya as she watched her wife sink her fangs into one of the women on the dance floor, “My Goddess, does the euphoric feeling ever go away?” I absently asked her.

“No.” Kenya laughed slightly before she continued, her eyes still glued to the female she loved, “Do not get me wrong, we fight, which you already know. But the love? That just grows so much stronger. I have heard horror stories of wrong mates being matched by fate, but that is not the case for us.”

I shuttered at the unexpected chill those words made shoot up my spine, “Yeah, I really hope those are just rumors.”

 Completely ignoring me, Kenya puckered up her lips for a kiss as Lizzie sashayed her way back to where we sat, “Reina, can you tell your friend over there to put those bright ass lips down? I am not getting that neon mess on me.” Lizzie said as she plopped down in her chair. The three of us couldn’t help but all laugh.

It felt good to be back home, though the more I recapped my honeymoon, the more I missed my mate. Since Lizzie was part of the royal guard, the waiter kept us topped off with only the top shelf mixtures. The alchemist had done a fabulous job of creating all types of alcoholic beverages mixed with blood that we could consume without getting sick, as long as we didn’t go overboard with it. They held no nutritional value whatsoever, but they tasted good and being able to get tipsy was more than a little bit of fun. But, they did make us have to use the restroom, something we normally only did maybe twice a day. Me more so than others as evidenced by the squeaky chorus of, “Again?”, I received from Lizzie and Kenya when I excused myself from the table.

The place wasn’t jam packed, but it did have a decent enough sized crowd that I had to say excuse me several times before I finally made my way to the restroom. There was less of a crowd there, sense most were still leery of the new drinks. Altogether the daunting task took probably less than two minutes.

I was headed back to where me and the girls had been seated when a rather large hand grabbed my upper arm and spun me around, “Josephine?”, he said once we were face to face. His voice was deep and gravelly, and sent chills down my spine, and not in a good way.

“Uh, no. You’ve got the wrong girl.” I said to him with a nervous laugh as I tried but failed to shrug him off, which should have been easy. He wasn’t a vampire, or a shifter, so he wasn’t stronger than me. I closed my eyes for a second to gain my composure and in that small amount of time I could sense that he was a warlock (and no, a warlock isn’t just a male witch, but more like a war mage. And can be either a male or female), but something about him and his magic were just off. If felt crazed, erratic. “Dude, seriously, I’m not whoever you think I am.”

“Josie, baby, it’s me.” Desperation laced his words and pulled at my heartstrings even though he truly gave me the heebie-jeebies. The silent tear that shed down from his eye swirled with magic and strangely had sparks shooting up the birthmark on my hipbone.

“Hey, Rena. We got a problem here?” Bruno, one of the barrel-chested, brutal looking members of the royal guard came to the rescue just as the stranger was about to pull me closer to him. Bruno grabbed the male’s hand away from me while he said to me, “You just go ‘head wit da girls and finish y’alls night whiles I have a word or two with our new friend here.”

Right before I walked off I said to Bruno, “Don’t be too hard on him, he just thought I was someone else.” I almost changed my words when I looked down and saw a magic burn mark on my arm where he had been holding onto me.

“Are you okay?” Kenya asked once I made my way back to the table.

“Yeah, no, I don’t know. That whole little encounter just felt…wrong. Maybe we should just go.” As we parted ways I couldn’t help the eerie feeling that I’d seen that mystery male before, and would again.

About the Author:

T. A. resides in Detroit, Michigan with her five children, and the rest of her dysfunctional family, where she was born and raised. She started her writing career in the midst of a very hard time in her life and is now a best-selling author. Her debut and award-winning novel, Witch Wars, and the world of Underlayes, was born from a mind that desperately needed an escape, so she created one.

The novel was inspired by her love of all things paranormal and how she wanted it seen. “We live in a diverse world, shouldn’t all of the characters in books, even paranormal also be diverse,” she says. “I saw so few paranormal books with a diverse cast until I read L. A. Banks. You know, with more than one or two diverse characters thrown in for good measure. Mine have it all, too.”

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Monday, October 7, 2019

Cover Reveal: Underlayes Omnibus


COVER REVEAL
Underlayes: Omnibus
Genre: Paranormal Fantasy / Dark Fantasy

Release Date: 11/28

Blurb:
Underlayes is another dimension where all sorts of nocturnal creatures reside; witches, vampires, fae, shifters, werewolves… The dimension was created by all these creatures working side by side to escape the scrutiny and danger to their existence that stemmed from the human world. And they most definitely reak tons of havoc on a regular basis. While there is no racism, discrimination, or bigotry. There's still tons of ignorance, foolery, and good old fashioned jealousy. Including, but not limited to a magical, dysfunctional family. A strong hybrid couple with baby mama drama. Another hybrid that's kidnapped by her own great-grandmother. A female with a second chance at life after suffering domestic violence. And a romantic rendezvous with hellhounds as chaperones.
This special addition not only takes you deeper into the world of Underlayes, it also includes the first four books in the series along with a special Mother's Day short story where the wrong mother gets resurrected. That's not all! There's also an Interview with a Demon.
Get ready to laugh, cry, cringe, and maybe even fall in love.
"Fans of Charmed, BlackPanther & Immortals After Dark are sure to fall in love with the new Underlayes series. Full of magic, vampires, witches, demons, & one dysfunctional family nobody would voluntarily cross."

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Sunday, August 12, 2018

Six Sentence Sunday

#SixSentenceSunday #InMyDreams

Here are six sentences from my current #WIP In My Dreams...

As Ricardo gave me another stroke so deep inside of me I felt his sac rubbing against my entrance I screamed out with one last climax as he jettisoned inside, the warm trickling feel of it making me come that much harder. But when I closed my eyes, I was looking into the metallic silver irises that haunted my dreams, and they looked angry as hell. I could almost hear a faint, foreign, yet familiar voice in the back of my mind saying, I will find you.
When I opened my eyes, Ricardo was staring straight into mine, but it felt like he was seeing right through me to somewhere else, especially when he said, “She’s mine.”
Before I could ask him anything or think any further, he claimed my lips in a crushing, almost punishing kiss. Then I felt a tiny pinprick on the side of my hip and promptly blacked out.


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****Excerpt****

That last statement he mumbled so quietly I almost missed it. Not that it mattered—everything else he was telling me was almost too much to take in all at once.

“No, I don’t wanna hear any more. Just stop. If what you’re saying right now is true, then that means…” What had I done?

“That you killed—no, brutally murdered an innocent? Yes, it means exactly that. No worries. I think it just makes you so much sexier. Rawr. You sexy little minx, you. Seeing you in action like that gave me quite the boner. I had to quickly wax on whack off—good thing no one could see me.”

“I’m glad to see you’re so happy right now. What I’m not understanding is just what you get out of all of this? Besides getting your rocks off.”

“Don’t you get it? I am now a free demon. The one who summoned me died before he ever had a chance to send me back, never had a chance to banish me from this realm. Granted, I’ll have to stay in this body, but it does look soooo much better on me. Its original owner never did wear it to its full potential, now did he?”

There went that damn laugh again. To say I was sick of hearing it would be a truly drastic understatement.
It was all too much to take in. Not only had I lost days of my life to lust, but I had just killed an innocent witch. Granted, the idiot had had no business summoning a demon, especially when he’d apparently had no idea what he was doing. A demon is so much worse than a djinn. Much worse. The level of magic it had taken to bring a demon through the barriers into this realm had to have been astronomical. All that power that Bran must have possessed. Now it was all gone to waste after one dumb-ass decision. What had he even been thinking? It wasn’t like he’d needed to win me or anything; he’d already had me, whether I wanted him or not. Whether he wanted me or not, for that matter. So this need to make me want him made no sense whatsoever.

“And you my lovely, will now be my bride. We are betrothed, after all.”

“Wait, what?”

“Oh yes, with all the commotion and a little bit of smoke and magic, I made it seem as though Bran were at least somewhat alive. Now all I have to do is use my own demonic powers—which, yes, I do still have in case you were wondering—make my face look like so much charred meat—you know, the state you put the poor fool in—lay up for a while, then voila! An all healed-up Bran!

“No one will be the wiser. I mean, really, who’s going to tell? You? That would just make you a murderous bitch who committed treason against the would-be king. Bran was an innocent, after all, his palace under siege, a captive right alongside you.

“Well, I’d better get going, I do have my death bed to get to and all. And no worries, when I do ‘come to’, I’ll just reassure them we were merely having a lovers’ spat that got out of hand. I do rather like it rough.” Laughing, he flashed away, leaving a trail of sulfur in his wake.

And I was left standing there like a deer shifter caught in the headlights. This time, I wasn’t stupid enough to ask whether the day could get any worse.

Book 1: Witch Wars

Book 1.5 Hybrids

Book 2: The Succubus, The Demon, and The Witch


Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Release Day Blitz: Allergic Reaction

Allergic Reaction by T. A. Moorman
Published August 1, 2018 by GothicMoms Studios
A Paranormal Short with an HEA

Blurb:

After meeting her boyfriend’s family and things go off without a hitch, Miranda decides it's the perfect time that he meet hers. She's excited to show off her perfect boyfriend to her adopted family. And what better time than when everyone will be together on Easter? But, things start going downhill before they even walk through the front door.

Antonio has found his long-awaited mate, Miranda. Only problem, she's human. And he hasn't had the perfect time to tell her that he's actually a tiger shifter just yet. When she takes him home to meet her family, he soon learns he isn't the only one who's been keeping secrets from her. The fact that her Dad is allergic to cats certainly doesn't help Antonio keep his.

Easter dinner may end up being a complete disaster if Miranda realizes there's only one human at the table.


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Excerpt:

After going a few more rounds with Mildred, and Mom threatening both of us to stop, I grabbed a snack tray from the kitchen like she told me to. When I went back to grab some cans of pop she said to me, “Make sure you get your boyfriend some milk. I’m sure he’d like some.”

“Mom. Will you can it with the cat talk?”

“Don’t roll your eyes at me young lady!” she said as I made my escape from the kitchen.

I don’t know what I was in such a hurry for. When I stepped back into the living room the tension in there was so palpable I thought I was going to have to go back in the kitchen and get a butcher knife to cut through it.

Millie sat over in the corner where she conveniently pretended to watch the tv, but in actuality she just watched Dad and Antonio do their level best to not look at each other. Upon closer inspection I saw that Dad was watching tv, and also glancing at Antonio out the corner of his eye. And I think he was growling at him; it was so low in his throat that I could have been mistaken. I don’t know if Antonio even payed any attention to what was on the screen, but his left leg shook so bad his entire body seemed to vibrate.

They jumped a little and looked guilty as sin of something when I dropped the tray down onto the table. None of them had even noticed me walk in, “Don’t everybody speak at once.” When I went to sit down on the couch closer to Antonio than Dad, Antonio put his arm around my shoulder, and yes, Dad growled, “Daddy, is there some reason you’re growling at my boyfriend? And what is that smell?” I hadn’t gotten a whiff of anything until just then. But there was an almost visible aroma coming from my dad that reminded me of my old medicine cabinet that my parents kept stocked year-round.

“I was not growling, must just have something caught in my throat.” Was Dad’s throaty, baritone reply. His was the kind of voice that sent chills up a kid’s spine and put fear in their heart when caught doing something bad growing up, trust me. “Hope it wasn’t a hairball.” Antonio choked out a small laugh at that. “That smell is all the Vick’s I got rubbed all in and around my nostrils and upper lip. I’m hoping that and all the pills your mother just shoved down my throat can curtail whatever has my allergies afflux.”

“And what on earth are you watching?” I finally looked up at the flatscreen hanging up over the fireplace mantle to see a bunch of tigers running in the wild. Since Dad was the one holding the remote at that point he must have been the one to pick out the show. But I don’t remember ever seeing him even glance at the Discovery Channel before. “Oh my God, what did he just do to that reindeer?”

“Oh, sweetie, we were just discussing how aggressive tigers are, so I decided to pull this up to prove my point.” Came Dad’s reply.

Which Antonio countered with, “We were also talking about the fact that a pack of wolves could be considered even more aggressive and unpredictable. Just so happened that this episode featured tigers and not wolves.”

Mildred bust out laughing in her chair. Before I could ask her what she found so funny, she jumped out of her seat saying, “I’ma go see if Mom needs any help with dinner.”



About The Author:


When you become a Mom, you begin to put yourself last, and your combat boots begin to collect dust. Going to your child's PTA meetings in full Gothic, especially industrial, regalia is pretty much frowned upon. Especially by your own children, and your teens would die of a heart attack. But, one should not have to completely stop being themselves, uniqueness is greatness. So all of that darkness is put into words in her books, and designs in her jewelry sold in her Gothic Moms Dark Charms shop on Etsy and Rebels Market.

Single mother of five beautiful children, but by far more than just that. T. A. Moorman is an artist, a former violinist, a seamstress, a crafter, a writer, a blogger, a reviewer, a dark confidant and a darkly dangerous, fiercely protective friend. She still hopes to one day find her Dark Knight in shining armor, since Prince Charming would never be able to handle her. And currently broke, so go buy something of hers and tell everyone you know how much you love this book.

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Sunday, May 20, 2018

Six Sentence Sunday

#SixSentenceSunday #Hybrids #Underlayes

Here are six sentences from Hybrids, releasing June 5.


With all our thoughts still in sync, we lifted them up again and suspended them in midair as though we were grabbing each of them by their throats. The Amazons reached up to their necks, scrambling for purchase on hands that weren’t physically there. This time it was I who spoke. “Go back and tell your king he has no authority here. If he would like to speak with the princess or relay a message to her, send an emissary.”
Without any further ado, we flashed them all right back to King Sundiata’s court, looking like three broken pets. As they disappeared from our sight, Tia said, “By the way, Xena said she wants her clothes back.”
Which was followed by Elyssia saying, “Wow, did we do that?”
All I could do at that point was shake my head at my two sisters, “You guys really watch way too much human television.”

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Hybrids

“This is the first book I have read by this author and I only have one word … WOW. Loved this book from the first page. It was a great short read with lovable characters (Anya being my favourite). Looking forward to reading more of the series.”

Anya has never been one for the spotlight, but her family seems to now be front and center, and the talk of the town in Underlayes. In the aftermath of her mother’s death, the discovery of said mother’s deceit, and Anya's half-sister getting ready to challenge her own father for the witches’ throne, keeping a low profile may prove to be difficult. Add in the fact that she’s pregnant, by her female mate, and it may turn out to be impossible.

Kierra has never been one for many words. So if she were forced to explain how she impregnated Anya, it probably wouldn’t be easy for her. Especially since the truth would mean revealing her origins; she’s not a vampire, or even anything close to it. And living in a realm where her kind isn’t allowed may cause a few ramifications. Plus, should the kid call her Mom, or Dad?

Jump right back into the world of Underlayes where this magical family takes dysfunction to brand new heights.

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Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Release Day Blitz: The Succubus, The Demon, & The Witch



The Succubus, The Demon, & The Witch
By T. A. Moorman
Published by After Glows Publishing 3/27/2018
Paranormal/Supernatural

Blurb:
In Underlayes, a dimension separate from our own, where all mystical creatures reside, lies an orphanage for seemingly cast-off children, known as the Abbey. Children who are born from two or more factions. There they learn both who and what they truly are, and what powers they have lying within. What these children do not know is they were put there for their own good, for their protection, not because they were unwanted or unloved. In fact, the very opposite is true. Many would kill to get their hands on these children.

As Jelissa comes of age, she is about to learn the hard way to what lengths one such being is willing to go.

Jelissa has been a resident of the Abbey for as long as she has been alive. She has also never known what she is, besides being part witch. At the age of twenty-five, she will learn just what types of blood run through her veins. She will also find out much more—that she is also the long-lost princess almost no one even knew existed.

Tialanna secreted her only child away for her own protection. Before she can tell Jelissa the truth, Jelissa is kidnapped. All Tialanna’s greatest fears unfold before her very eyes, and her past comes back to haunt her in more ways than one.

As most do when they come of age, Jelissa will learn the hard way that adult life isn't all it’s cracked up to be. And Tialanna learns the hard way that if you don’t learn from your past, it will come back and bite you on the ass.

Tialanna and her band of unmerry misfits are in a race against the clock to rescue Jelissa. Will they find her in time? And if they do, will they be able to save her from a danger they hadn’t anticipated: herself?



Laina then did something she never would have done had she been in her right mind, but right then she was, as they say, high as a damn kite. She flashed herself down to the human dregs who had not volunteered to be donors. The ones who had spent their worthless lives preying on other humans; using, abusing, and some even murdering their own kind for nothing more than sport. Now they were the prey. Usually she never strayed down there because seeing any of their memories was the last thing she wanted, but she did hear talk of what each of them had done to end up in their predicaments.
This one in particular she had heard the female guard whispering about right before they had learned of the kidnapping of her cousin. This formerly arrogant, piece of shit human was much worse than just a womanizer, but a user and an abuser in the worst way. He preyed on single mothers who were slightly overweight, with self-esteem issues and a little bit of money, building up their confidence, making them fall madly in love with him while convincing them he felt the same way, tricked them into believing they would be together forever. He would even go so far as to include the children, acting as though he loved them as well and they were going to be the perfect family; even had the smaller ones calling him Daddy.
Then he would conveniently lose his job and begin asking for help with this and that, to the point where she was basically taking care of him. When the woman would begin to catch on that he really didn’t give a damn about her, he would start with slight insults, then the cheating and lying, then verbal and emotional abuse until she couldn’t take it anymore and ultimately dumped him.
The way he ended up down here was the last woman he had been with was part witch, and he’d treated her worse than all the others. He’d hurt her so badly her cry could be heard all the way in Underlayes by all the most powerful witches. Her aunt especially wanted him as a special treat, and to torture the Hel out of him. See, this halfling witch had fallen in love with him way before he became the lowlife he was, and he took full advantage of the fact. He swept her off her feet and moved her in with him, at first so they “could help each other out.”
When he lost his job, however, she became the main provider, just like all the others she had known nothing about. But, when she became impregnated by him, she could no longer work. And even though this child was indeed his without a shadow of a doubt, he still did to her what he did to all the rest: began treating her like a worthless piece of garbage once she had nothing left to give to him. He depleted all her savings accounts, played a major part in helping her to lose her job, even made her lose her car, and forced her to move back home with a family who openly hated her, with yet another child to raise on her own.
So Laina paid him a brief visit, not to feed, because she wanted none of his memories. No, this one she only wanted to make bleed and suffer. Flashing into his barren cave of a cell, with nothing inside it besides a chamber pot and stalagmite, she made quick work of stripping him down to nothing, moving so fast he had no chance to scream or even see his tormentor. She then began by ripping off the piece he held so dear and shoving it into his mouth before he could so much as whimper. Then she continued by tearing his skin to shreds, beginning with the face that gave females false hope and shattered dreams, then down to his chest. When she got to the arms that gave a deceptive sense of comfort and security, she ripped them off and threw them across the cell.
She made short work of him after that, saving his cold-ass heart for last, snatching it out of his chest even though he was already dead at that point, crushed the cold, no longer beating organ in her hand, and laughed like a rabid hyena as she did so.



About the Author:


When you become a Mom, you begin to put yourself last, and your combat boots begin to collect dust. Going to your child's PTA meetings in full Gothic, especially industrial, regalia is pretty much frowned upon. Especially by your own children, and your teens would die of a heart attack. But, one should not have to completely stop being themselves, uniqueness is greatness. All of that darkness is put into the words in her books, and designs in her jewelry sold in her GothicMoms DarkCharms shop.

Single mother of five beautiful children, but by far more than just that. T. A. Moorman is an artist, a former violinist, a seamstress, a crafter, a writer, a blogger, a reviewer, a dark confidant and a darkly dangerous, fiercely protective friend. And currently broke, so go buy something of hers. Lol.

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Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Release Day Blitz: A Paranormal Easter


A Paranormal Easter 
14 Paranormal & Fantasy Romance Novellas 

From Bestselling and Debut Authors: 

Tiffany Carby • Kathia Iblis • Lorah Jaiyn • Brandy McIntosh • T. Elizabeth Guthrie • J.C. Madison • Alison M. Diem • Natalie-Nicole Bates • Skylar McKinzie • Amanda Ruehle • Rena Marin • C. Brady • Judy Swinson • T.A. Moorman 

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Eggs aren’t the only things being hunted… 

FOURTEEN stand-alone paranormal and fantasy romances set around Easter from 14 bestselling and debut authors. This action-packed, steamy collection is filled with vampires, fae, fairies, rabbit shifters (hey, it’s Easter, right?), gargoyles, witches, dragons, and so much more. 

It’s a must have for all paranormal readers.


His Bunny and His Flower by C. Brady 

Can brute force win a heart? Peregrine seems to think so. Adelaide is the woman of his dreams and her childhood friend Dylan stands in his way. Will Peregrine take things too far and separate them forever? Or will he wind up granting Dylan’s dearest wish?



Allergic Reaction by T.A. Moorman

Easter dinner may end up being a complete disaster if Miranda realizes there's only one human at the table.

NATURE OF MAGIC by J. C. Madison

Kyler knew he'd have to return to Red River one day, but that doesn't mean he has to be happy about it. He loves his brothers, will tolerate others of his kind, but humans... forget it.
Selene lost more than just her parents the day they died, so now she keeps everyone at arm's lengths because you can't lose what you don't have.
Can a reclusive artist and a stubborn witch overcome their fears and differences to find a HEA? Or is it destined to be over before it's even begun?



STAINED-GLASS HEART by Brandy McIntosh
Vichter is desperate to get his egg back home, safe and sound. But when he is shot out of the sky and must take refuge in Ashlyn’s farmhouse, he’s torn between his duty as Guardian and his desperate need to protect and claim his mate. One catastrophic Easter Egg Hunt later, he realizes the fiery woman might be more fierce than helpless, so how can he convince the little warrior that she needs him?



TRAIL BINDING by T Elizabeth Guthrie 

Keldan must find Frankie before Ostara in order to save himself and his people. Not even a war with the Ogres will stop him from claiming the woman he’s fallen in love with. 

UNLEASHING THE ROCK by Lorah Jaiyn

Pryce McIntyre is a social worker at La Petite Haven, a group home for children in a converted Gothic estate. She spends her evenings on her balcony to unwind, chatting with a concrete gargoyle whose lips won’t repeat her rendition of the day’s events.

On a night when the stars were unusually shimmery and lustrous, her reverie is interrupted as Guidry, the gargoyle, turns into his human form. Handsome, sexy, and with a Scottish accent, the attraction is immediate.

Until he starts talking and reveals his true self is a demon. Sparks fly, but she keeps him at arm’s length, something he’s not used to. Can Pryce change his wicked ways so he can find salvation?

When he meets Toby, a little boy who seems to be on the same fast track to trouble Guidry himself had taken, the demon has to reign in his own bad behavior. When Toby finds himself in danger, can a gargoyle come to the rescue?

And can Pryce control her heart until his three days are up?



SPRING AWAKENING by Natalie-Nicole Bates

Catherina Cabot has quite a story to tell. She claims that after the murder of her family, she was imprisoned inside the crypt for over one hundred years.

Micki is torn between believing whether Catherina’s story is true, or she is merely disturbed and has assumed the identity of a long-deceased woman.

As the two grow closer, they realize they have a lot more in common than they first thought, and that Fate may have sent them both an Easter miracle.



Upwards Over the Mountain by Alison M. Diem 

In high school, Hemery Dyllan helped his best friend (and secretly the love of his life) Elliot Hardstark escape his abusive father. In the process, Hemery found out that Elliot wasn’t entirely human, and that Hemery was willing to do anything to keep Elliot safe. After ten years without each other, save a series of dreams that Hemery can’t even be sure were real, they’re reunited, but for how long? Can they find a way to be together or are they destined to be apart? 

Of Opals and Dragons Eggs By Amanda Ruehle

Grant Harrison has found friendship— and maybe something more— with someone he was sure couldn’t exist: Moonlily, a feisty little fairy with a protective streak a mile wide and a secret that’s even bigger. When her secret— and the danger it brings— rears its head when he takes home for Easter, will the two of them have what it takes to survive?



The Spirit of Little Feather by Judy C. Swinson 

A childless couple adopts a small child, Maria, in Alabama. When Danny is born eight years later to the couple, Maria learns she is adopted. As a teenager, she’s hungry to find out about her own biological parents and begs her parents to help her. Although her mother is patient and understands her need to know, Maria sees no action on her parent’s part to find out for her. 

Then it appears the sun and stars align. On a church sponsored youth trip during Easter week, Maria meets Christain, a young man who is the group’s guide. On a kayak trip down the Crystal River, Maria feels a breeze on her face, no one else in the group feels and she hears sounds no one else hears and sees things no one else sees, except Christian does. Learning they are both adopted, will Christain hold the key to unlock the answers to Maria’s questions about where she comes from? Sometimes it’s in the timing that opens the doors to life’s questions.


Honey and the Easter Bear by Kathia Iblis 


When Honey Evans accepted her friend Amy’s invitation to spend Easter with her family, she had no idea her life was about to change forever because in the Alaskan wilderness humans are not always welcome — and bears do not always stay in their animal form. Kody Cavanaugh, alpha of the Kodiak shifter clan, wanted nothing to do with humans or shifters who associate with them. But the Alaskan wilderness is an unpredictable territory that might just bring him what he had always longed for: a delicate human female. Misgivings, broken eggs and Easter traditions brought them together, but will that be enough or are they destined to lose each other? 


Sent to Me by Rena Marin 

When her life begins to fall apart, Harley Morgan finds herself relying on the help of a food-loving, breathtaking guardian angel by the name of Sebastian. While he watches over her, the two of them find themselves fighting not only dark forces but their feelings for one another. Will Sebastian win the fight and keep Harley safe, or will their feelings for one another tear apart everything they are fighting for?

No Arrows Needed by Skylar McKinzie 


Cupid isn’t supposed to fall in love. Everyone knows that, right? Well, when Tabby the witch decides the only way that her friend Tara is going to fall in love is with a little magickal intervention, she calls on her friend Todd, Cupid, to do the deed for her. When Todd falls in love with Tara, it goes against the Cupid’s code and puts his wings in danger. What will be more important to Todd? His wings...or his heart? 


Bad Egg by Tiffany Carby 


Valerie Webber is desperate. She’ll do anything to escape the clutches of the evil drug lord, and soon to be ex-boyfriend, Vincent "Vinny" DeMarco – even if that means running away, and landing herself in one of the smallest, inconspicuous towns in Kentucky. Hiding behind the name Vale Phoenix, she expected to meet strangers in Spring City, while laying low in the small town. What she didn’t expect, however, was to find herself in the arms of a handsome stranger. Vale meets Julian Knight, who offers her more than just room and board. She finds herself helpless against his memorizing gaze and witty demeanor. However, Julian is hiding a dark secret of his own: a secret decidedly deadlier than a criminal ex-boyfriend seeking vengeance. | In her quest for sanctuary and the beginnings of a new life, will Vale truly find freedom from Vinny, only to fall into the sinister clutches of a far more dangerous man?

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