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New Release – Hybrids (Underlayes)

Underlayes, #1.5
by T.A.
Moorman, GothicMom’s Studios
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 witch’s throne, keeping a low profile may prove to be difficult.
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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Chapter 1

“What the fuck happened to you, Anya?” were the only words thrown
at me as I flashed into my living quarters, right before being pulled into a
crushing embrace by my mate who was so emotional she kept flashing between
being male to female. My entire body was so numb I couldn’t tell how many times
she transformed. Truth be told, I didn’t care. Being in Kierra’s arms was all
that mattered, whether there was a perfectly sculpted masculine chest or a
large pair of succulent breasts. It meant I was finally home.

After everything that had just transpired, my entire being had
felt numb, right down to the depths of my soul, the feeling going beyond skin
and bone-deep. Being with my Fated One didn’t take all the pain away, but it
did at least make me feel grounded again and helped me to feel something other
than the pain of losing a mother whom I never had a chance to figure out I
loved more than I hated her or vice versa.
So, not only did I miss out on having a mom to idolize when I was
young, and fight with and terrorize as a teen, I also would never be able to
confront her as an adult for everything that she had done.
Even though I was more vampire than witch than my sister Tialanna,
I still resented being the one our mother had decided to let go.

My mind replayed what had happened no more than a mere few hours

“Anya, I’m not going to insult you with apologies.” My left eye
twitched at that. I couldn’t help it, and I hadn’t bothered to try and hide it.
She wasn’t supposed to die yet, and she owed me so much more than an apology.
“What I did, I did only because of how much I love you. The beliefs as they are
right now within the witch community? No way would you have been able to
survive that. The king would have taken one look at you and killed you on
sight, no questions asked and no answers needed. Which is something you girls
are going to have to change. Your fire may be gone, but a flame still burns
bright within you, honey. Hone your new element and let it shine through.”

My mother sucked in one long, final gasp of air. “I love you
girls, all of you, and I know you will make all this right.”

With that, her eyes glazed over and her body went completely limp.
Looking at my sisters, Tia and Elyssia, with tears streaming down
their faces, my own remained dry. And for a brief moment, I hated them both.
Which was completely unfair. It wasn’t their fault what happened, any of it.
But I couldn’t help the anger I felt for them having been with this woman for
their entire lives, none the wiser that I had even existed. When I looked back
down at my mother’s body, I felt anger at her for abandoning me and fear at
what she had left us to face. There was also the fact that she had given her
element to me so that I could live. There was a turmoil of emotions dominating
for control inside of me.

I allowed myself to sink deeper into Kierra’s embrace, losing
myself as her lips captured mine in a kiss that went beyond physical contact
and began to put a healing balm on my shattered soul. I don’t think I ever
referred to her as a male, even when she was penetrating me as one. Some
distant part of my brain was telling me that this time, however, I needed to
help her regain control and remain in her female form. But right then, neither
of us cared about anything except being as close to one another as possible.

So, when Kierra was finally able to settle on just one form, it
didn’t matter to me that it was her male form. And I also didn’t stop to spell
myself against getting pregnant.

I reached up and ran my hands through now shoulder-length, silky
jet-black hair as Kierra deepened the kiss even more and brought my body flush
against a chest that was all male and packed with smooth, hairless muscles, and
an erection that was impossible to miss. At some point we both must have done
away with our clothes, because before I knew it, we were already on the bed
with my legs wrapped firmly around Kierra’s waist. And we made love, as male
and female.

If I were being one-hundred percent honest with myself, I would
admit that Kierra’s male form was exactly what I needed at that moment. I loved
making love to Kierra in her female form, but that wasn’t what I needed at that
particular moment in time.

Kierra entered me hard and strong, and for a couple of moments
made no move, leaving her rock-hard shaft, seemingly growing in length, lying
there inside of me, and rubbing my clitoris with her thick, calloused thumb. My
mind blanked out of all thoughts, and primal instincts took over where all I
could do was feel as Kierra began to thrust, rubbing and hitting against my
walls at a perfect pace. “Harder,” I managed to say, right before I sank my
fangs into the throbbing pulse point that seemed to be calling out to me.


It wasn’t long before juices began flowing out of me as Kierra let
out a long stream of thick, wet heat inside my core. After a few more thrusts,
we came together once more. Without breaking our connection, Kierra rolled over
so that I was the one on top, and just held me as I laid my head down on that
sweaty, muscular chest. We both drifted off, content in each other’s arms, not
yet ready to let reality back in.
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Release Day – Wait, You Did What?

Wait, You Did What? by T. A. Moorman

Published 1/16/18 by After Glows Publishing

Contemporary/Romantic Comedy

Justine had the job of her dreams, the best parents in the world, and a brother she more than just tolerated. The one thing she gave up on was finding love. She didn’t need that to be happy, right? In helping her brother pull off his own last-minute wedding, Justine may be in for a surprise of her own, and find love had been right there in her face the entire time.
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Pops was a six foot three-inch-tall bear of a white man with white hair cut to the quick, with a small beard and mustache that made his handsome face look menacing, when in truth he was one of the nicest men you’d ever meet. Mom was just a touch over five feet, a fierce, robust black woman with more than a touch of Native American. She had long dark brown hair and the face of an angel, though she could be mean as a damn grizzly if you got on her wrong side. She was also more than a touch racist: she doesn’t count Pops as white. Yes, I know how idiotic that sounds. But since he grew up in the heart of Detroit and played pro basketball for a while until an accident took out his knee, Mom said that made him black enough for her. Did I mention they were a touch insane?“Well, don’t just stand there like some statues. Your mom made some brunch and has it all set up nice in the dining room,” Pops said as he ushered us in, “And she wouldn’t let me touch a damned thing ’til y’all got here and I’m half starved.”

“You got enough meat on those bones to afford to miss a meal or two,” Was Mom’s snappy reply to that comment.

“Estelle, you wound me with your words. Now, I’m going to need some extra affection from you or I’ll start believing you just don’t love me like you used to.”

“I’ll give you some extra affection alright, a whack upside the back of your head if you touch that food before we say grace.”

Rolling my eyes at that, I sat down. I couldn’t help but smile at how much the two of them loved one another, as we bowed our heads to say grace. They almost gave me hope that I could find that type of love too. Almost.

Mom cleared her throat before saying, “There’s some grown up juice mixed in with the orange juice, since I’m more than sure we gonna need it. Nothing ever bodes well when Max calls and says he wants to discuss something with us.”

“Ma, come on, maybe I just wanted to spend some time with my family.”

“Boy, do I look like I was born yesterday to you? If so, them damn contacts ain’t worth a damned dime that you paid for ‘em, and you need to go get a refund.”

I just about choked on my juice listening to the two of them go back and forth. I don’t think Pops even heard a mumbling word over his own chewing. I barely recall seeing the man even fix his plate, but when I looked over at him he was already halfway done and eyeballing seconds.

I had a coughing fit so bad Pops was about to get up and beat me on the back until I choked out an, “I’m okay,” when I heard Max telling Mom, “Maybe I wanna just discuss going on a family vacation. We haven’t done that in a while now.” I downed another glass of ‘grown up juice’ to help soothe my throat, and get ready for the big reveal.

“Maybe if you actually ate some food to go with all that juice you keep downing you wouldn’t be over there having spasms,” Pops suggested to me between mouthfuls.

Only thing I could say to that was, “I am. I’m just a bit more thirsty than I am hungry.” You would be too if you knew just what kind of vacation your son was talking about. As if he was reading my thoughts, Max cut his eyes at me.

“Quit eyeballing your sister, and tell us some more about this vacation idea of yours.” Poor Mom, she truly sounded excited about it.

“Yes, Max, please enlighten us with more details about this vacation plan of yours,” I said. “I am just so intrigued.”

“Justine, I hate you.”

“Love you too bro.” I even blew him a kiss with that. Which made him look as though he wanted to strangle me. “Just trying to offer up some encouragement. I’m in the mood for a vacation myself and would love to hear the details.”

“You are so not helping here.” He was turning beet red. Maybe I should let up a little bit. I had barely had that thought before there was a knock at the door.

My eyes went round as saucers. “Please tell me you didn’t.”

When Mom scooted back her chair to go to the door, Max stopped her saying, “I’ll get it.”

Sure enough, when he walked back in he had Chelsea on his arm. “Mom, Pops, meet Chelsea, my fiancée.”

After about two seconds of stunned silence, Mom finally recovered enough to say, “Justine, pass me that damn juice you hogging up over there.” Then she turned to Pops saying, “Henry, please tell me your son did NOT just bring me home a white girl.”

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 GothicMoms DarkCharms shop.
Mother of five beautiful children, but by far more than just that. T. A. Moorman is an artist, a 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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New Release – Holiday Magic Anthology

Tis the season for a paranormal and contemporary romance anthology with a touch of magic everyone will fall in love with.

Make this winter magical with SIX BRAND NEW Holiday romances. Six amazingly talented and bestselling authors come to together in this paranormal and contemporary winter holiday romance anthology collection of Holiday Magic with vampires, witches, shifters, and humans.

By: TL Reeve, Kim Carmichael, Brigitte Ann Thomas, K. Williams, A.K. Hudson, and T. A. Moorman


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A look inside…

Snowbound by TL Reeve

Eight Nights in Eden by Kim Carmichael

I Loved a Warlock from Wichita by Brigitte Ann Thomas

Spark of Solstice by A.K. Hudson


Tarnished Knight by K. Williams

Maia has resigned herself to living life alone, but lately
she’s been restless. Maybe it has something to do with the
handsome, hurt stranger who comes to the diner every night
to walk her to her car after work. When she decides it’s time
to try new things, the first impulsive act on her list is
inviting Dominic to Thanksgiving dinner.

Dominic is nursing wounds from the past, but in Maia he
sees a chance to start again – a chance at the wife and
family he’s always wanted. But when his feelings for Maia
overwhelm him, will he run, or will he stand and fight for their love like a knight in tarnished armor?

Santa’s Curse by T. A. Moorman

What if Santa was a vampire?

Jacquelyn, an enchantress with an overprotective streak, thinks it’s up to her to protect her older sister, Jadine, an enchantress who’s also a paranoid hypochondriac. So, whenever a male comes along trying to use Jadine, Jackie gets rid of them, in a non-conventional way. When the last person Jacquelyn expects, a certain vampire she’s had a not so little crush on, seems to be
creeping around on her sister, she has no choice but to get rid of him, too. In front of witnesses. Only to find out one second too late that she had it all wrong.

Victor, like many males, has issues expressing how he truly feels. When he finally decides it’s time to stop running from fate and claim his mate, he goes to her sister for advice. But, creeping
in and out of Jadine’s place like a thief in the night leads the very person he wants to win over to draw all the wrong conclusions. Which leads to him trading in his pale good looks for a white beard and a red velvet suit.

Now that the town knows Jacquelyn is the one behind all of the disappearances, and thinking she’s killed all of those that are missing, they’re out for her blood. And the only one who can
save her is, well, Santa. But will he be able to make it back to her before it’s too late?

Enjoy a brand-new tale of how Santa Claus came to be.

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Witch Wars – Release Day



Witch Wars by T. A. Moorman
  • Print Length: 194 pages
  • Publisher: After Glows Publishing (September 12, 2017)
  • Publication Date: September 12, 2017
  • Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
  • Language: English
  • ASIN: B075C8LFLZ
Tialanna is fated to become the queen of all Underlayes witches. She thinks the worst part of her life is the fact that she’s betrothed to a complete stranger while in love with someone else. She’s in for a rude awakening when she discovers who, and what, she truly is.
Tialanna is about to learn the truth behind several lies, because not only does her life depend on it, but so does the fate of the family she never even knew she had. But hey, life would probably just be boring if she didn’t have to deal with elemental witches, vampires, demons, sorcerers, bindings, spells, lust and betrayal. Right? 
***This book is intended for mature audiences only as it includes both graphic violence and graphic sex***


“Yes. No. Just stop!” I
shouted in his face, barely able to think, to breathe. “Tonight is the
beginning of my courtship with Bran. We have to stop.” Even though stopping was
the last thing I wanted.
“You think Bran can make
you feel like this?” he damn near growled as he grabbed the back of my head,
gripping my hair and rubbing his face in the crook of my neck. He inhaled
deeply, sending chills down my spine. “I can smell your lust, Tia, your desire
for me. Me, not him.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I
replied weakly.
“The hell it doesn’t
matter. I am not giving up that easily, Tia. If this is the last chance I have
with you, I am taking full advantage. I will make it so that every time you
look at him, you will wish it was me.” He ground out each word slowly and
precisely through clenched teeth. “Every time he beds you, it will be my face
you’ll see, my hands you’ll long for, my name on the tip of your tongue.”
“Grimm, please…”
And then he was kissing
me again, harder and faster than before. His tongue exploring every inch of my
mouth. Our tongues twisting together in a wild, exotic dance. My body felt like
it was on fire, and so did his. Then we were sliding down to the floor to our
knees. He gently laid me on my back, never breaking our kiss, my legs opening
seemingly of their own accord to accommodate his girth. Slowly, oh so slowly,
he broke our lingering kiss. He was on top of me, hands on the floor like he
was doing a push up, eyes as black as pitch; I could see my blazing eyes reflected
in those dark pools.
Still balancing on one
arm and looking into my eyes, he was sliding his other hand down my body,
pulling off my pants. Very slowly, he slid his hand up the inside of my thighs,
spreading them apart. His hand crept up my inner thigh until he found that spot
that let him know just how hot and wet I was for him. Then he was nipping and
licking his way down my neck while flicking his thumb over my clit, making my
body shudder against his. When he found my breast and took as much of it into
his mouth as he could, he drove two fingers inside me. Then he released my
breast and kissed his way down to my navel, licking delicately down toward more
sensitive regions, all the while his fingers caressing, rubbing, and probing.
Suddenly, just when I thought I was about to explode with pleasure, his fingers
were replaced by his tongue, going deeper than I would have thought possible,
and he was drinking me like I was the finest wine.
Somewhere in all of that,
he must have taken off his own pants, because suddenly he was once again
hovering over me, and with our gazes locked he thrust every inch of himself
inside me—and trust me, there were a lot of inches—leaving me gasping for air
and wanting to beg for more.
“If you want me to stop,
tell me now and I will,” he snarled, pulling out slowly until only the tip of
him was left inside, making a small sound escape from my lips. “But if I am
only allowed this one last time, allow me at least this much to keep with me.
Allow me to have every piece of you, if only once more.” He gave another deep,
powerful thrust, making me cry out. “Allow me to give you every inch of myself
for just one final time. Allow me to feel every hot, sweet spot that is all
you. Even if you do go on with this foolish plan, he will only have your body.
Only I will forever own your heart.”
He kissed me again, then
said, “I swear, you will regret leaving me.”
Author Interview
is the most unethical practice in the publishing industry?
I could go on for days on
this one. Lol. Let’s just go with the longest standing one, the fake publishing
houses. The ones that truly aren’t publishers at all, but really just a vanity
press and not up front about what they truly are. If you’re paying for an
editor, and for graphics for your cover, and everything else, then you are not
with a legit publisher; you’re just self-publishing and don’t even realize it.
A true publisher is one that believes in you enough to invest in you. After
all, if you aren’t selling they aren’t earning. It’s more than a win win, it’s
a partnership.
are common traps for aspiring writers?
See above. Lol. Also,
beware of phony editors, if you’re self-publishing. Ask for credentials, ask
for references, you do not want to end up with someone who is truly no more
than a paid beta reader. I love my betas, but they will be the first to tell
you, they are not editors and only have a wide tooth comb, not the fine tooth
needed to find the mistakes you both might miss. Never be afraid to ask the
needed questions. Remember, there is no such thing as a stupid question, just
dumb ass answers.
is your writing Kryptonite?
Myself. Sometimes, though
I hate to admit it, I let the doubters and the naysayers get into my head and
doubt myself because of that. Kind of hard to get the words flowing when you
second guess every word you write.
your favorite genre to read for pleasure?
Paranormal. I’ve been
through pretty much everything you can think of, when I read I want to escape
ALL of that.
you hide any secrets in your books that only a few people will find?
Yup. LOL! Especially in
the second book in the Underlayes series. Let’s just say one particular ex gets
what’s coming to him. Since I would never be able to do the things I’d like to
do to him in real life… It was very satisfying writing those scenes.
was your hardest scene to write?
The ending! I am not a
planner, I’m strictly a pantser. I have to just let the story take me wherever
it goes, and sometimes those endings have me in tears as I write them.
do you want readers to know about your book?
In the Underlayes series
there are a few Goddesses you may not be familiar with. They don’t play an
integral part where you’ll miss anything by not knowing them, but their names
just may be new to you; Sekhmet, Nyx, Hel. And always keep in mind I love ALL
my readers. So if you have a questions never hesitate to ask. You can find me
on my FB page.
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 GothicMoms
DarkCharms shop.
Mother of five beautiful
children, but by far more than just that. T. A. Moorman is an artist, a
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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