Title: Crash Author: M.T. Morgan Genre: Dark Contemporary Romance
Easton
I’ve always hated Jasmine. I couldn’t pinpoint why, something about her just got under my skin.
Then she snitched on me. Now, I live to torment her. Bask in the glory of her tears.
One kiss put her on my radar.
One bet had my world in a downward spiral.
And my heart? It found its reason for beating… until she broke it.
Jasmine
I just wanted to finish school and leave my legacy behind. I didn’t want to sling drugs like my dad or become a mafia princess like my mom. I wanted to be an artist, but everyone keeps telling me it’s not possible.
My plan was to escape. But then Easton came along, tormenting me and crushing my heart in the palm of his hand.
She lives in Texas with her husband and two children. She enjoys reading a good fantasy/PNR romance as well as a good cup of coffee. She has old lady tendencies even though she’s in her mid-twenties. And writing her own bio is very cringy worthy to her.
M.T. Morgan tends to bounce around the romance genre. She may make you laugh, cry and cringe. It just depends on her mood.
Title: Siren’s Song Author: Erin Ashley Tanner Genre: Paranormal Romance
Cursed with a voice that can kill, Aariyaa Milan is a mermaid princess denied her song. An outcast among even the magical Mer, the only thing she desires is to be accepted, but fate has other plans. When she unexpectedly saves a human from drowning, Aariyaa soon finds herself irresistibly drawn to the handsome Jason, oblivious to the fulfillment of a curse that she has unknowingly set in motion.
Shortly removed from a broken engagement, the last thing Jason Michaels expected was meeting a real-life mermaid. Between an ex that won’t quit, and a colleague determined to steal his job, Jason has his hands full. But when his chance encounter with Aariyaa leads towards forbidden love, things go from stressful to even more complicated.
Forced into a betrothal with a neighboring Prince, Aariyaa now has her grandmother’s prophecies of doom, to deal with as well. With time running out, Aariyaa is forced to leave her watery world in search of the one human that might be able to help her break the curse and her engagement…Jason. But between Jason’s amnesia and the unholy alliance of his colleague and ex determined to separate Aariyaa and Jason, breaking a curse might be the lesser of two evils.
Jason couldn’t stop looking into her face. A force that he didn’t understand had complete control of him as she sang. Her voice soaked into his soul, coating him in a haze of something he never wanted to wake from. He grew hard, his desire rising against her.
Aariyaa.
His siren.
His.
Completely at her mercy, if she decided to drag him out into the ocean right now, he’d happily follow her to his death. Fire swam in his blood, an aching desire that held his body taunt.
Her voice.
God her voice.
Every note came wrapped in longing, and unearthly desire. Jason understood now. The compulsion men felt to give it all up. The hunger that could only be satisfied by possessing a mermaid. As she closed her mouth, stopping her song, the haze that had surrounded him started to slip back and disappear, and the mesmerizing storms in her eyes flickered away. A small smile curved her full lips, drawing them into a subtle pout.
“How do you feel?” she asked in a soft tone.
Almost robotically, he told her, “Like I would follow you anywhere.”
She laughed, another beautiful sound. “Tis the point, I think.”
“Point made.”
His gaze concentrated on her lips. The plump softness calling out to him just as her song had.
“Jason…”
Jason’s eyes searched her face, unsure if she could feel it too. The force that seemed to hum in the very air between them. It was more than just the magic of her song. It had to be. His heart wouldn’t be beating a mile a minute. His soul wouldn’t feel like it was on fire if this wasn’t more. He had to know. Before he could talk himself out of it, he leaned down and kissed her.
The first taste of her on his lips made his knees buckle.
Salty, sweet, exotic; her taste was all that and more. Aariyaa’s pillow soft lips moved against his own, opening to allow him access to the heat of her mouth. His tongue slipped inside, doing battle with her own. Grabbing the back of her neck in a tight grip, he kissed her harder and harder, even more eager for everything she had to offer. He could feel the tips of her nipples pressing hard against his chest, her arousal evident.
A proud Alumna of Chipola College, the University of Central Florida, Florida State University, and Valencia College, Erin Ashley Tanner creates romances with high stakes and happily ever afters.
Erin is the author of the paranormal romance series, The Demi-God Daughters with Evernight Publishing. Erin is also the co-author of the Gun Moll series with author Bethany-Kris and the creator of two soap opera style mafia romances. Maiden is the first release in her fairytale retellings Fractured Fairytale Series.
There are two things Darby Adler wants more than anything: to take a vacation, and to find who is responsible for the rash of witch abductions in Knoxville.
With an ancient vampire in town and a slew of fugitives on the loose, her suspect pool is vast. But Darby has a sneaking suspicion she knows the culprit all too well.
And if she can’t catch him on her own, she might just have to resort to more creative measures to get the job done.
Here’s hoping she doesn’t lose her soul in the process.
Hooking a finger in the bridge of my sunglasses, I pinned him with a cold glare. “Tell me, is it fibbies in general, my gender, or me in particular you don’t like, Preston? Because this is the second time in a matter of days that you have skirted around another agent to tell me to get off a crime scene, and I gotta say, it’s pissing me off.”
A sneer curled his lip as he planted his feet, leaning forward just a touch too close for my comfort. “Maybe I don’t like your kind, Warden,” he growled, cutting through any and all levels of pretense. “Maybe I don’t like trying to clean up arcane fuck shit on my only day off. Maybe I—”
I caught sight of his KPD brethren stopping to stare, and cut him off.
“Shut. Up,” I growled, fighting off the urge to cover his mouth with my hand. The absolute last thing I needed was a cranky beat cop exposing the arcane world to all a fucking sundry. “If you know who I am and even an inkling of what’s good for you, you will keep your fucking mouth shut until I tell you to open it.”
Snatching my cell from my back pocket, I dialed Tobin’s number.
“Yeah, boss?” he answered, the timid waver to his voice gone now that he was alone in the house and couldn’t see my face. Tobin didn’t like direct contact of any kind, but on the phone? In front of a computer? He was an absolute powerhouse.
“I need everything you have on an Officer N. Preston.” I squinted at the shield pinned to his chest. “Badge number 745632. And I need it yesterday, if you please.”
Tobin paused briefly, a faint snicker rattling down the line. Tobin loved it when other people were in trouble. His keyboard clacking like machine gun fire was music to my ears. “On it. Give me five.”
Without so much as a nod to polite phone etiquette, the line disconnected, and I stuffed the cell back in my pocket. I’d have to talk to him about that.
Staring at the prick whose face had turned an unhealthy shade of puce in the short time I was on the phone, I tilted my head to the side and narrowed my eyes.
“Now that’s done, what were you saying about my kind, again? Not that you know what my kind even is or what I’m capable of.” The subtle buzz around the guy had a solid human flavor to it, but I’d been wrong before. I’d been wrong about a lot of things.
Annie Anderson is a military wife and United States Air Force veteran. Originally from Dallas, Texas, she is a southern girl at heart, but has lived all over the US and abroad. As soon as the military stops moving her family around, she’ll settle on a state, but for now she enjoys being a nomad with her husband, two daughters, an old man of a dog, and a young pup that makes life… interesting.
