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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.


Thirty-three #5Star reviews out of 34! Read the book other readers have already fallen in love with. Now available on #KU

“The way the authors voice was #strong yet #spunky was fascinating to watch it play out...” – SLHReviews

“The characters feel real they have flaws and personalities that draw you to them…” – Cupcakes and #Books

****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


Sunday, July 29, 2018

Six Sentence Sunday

#SixSentenceSunday #NotSoWicked


Here are six sentances from my current #WIP


“You sure wasn’t thinking about all that when you killed not just one, but two cops. That were white, in a black neighborhood, where you left their squad car. And let two humans walk away with their memories intact. But now you’re worried about doing something that may affect the past?”
I knew she was glaring at me with her eyebrows touching her hairline even though at that point I had lost the battle with my eyelids. “Dude, you know right well that was different.” I managed to say.
“Why, cause it was you?”
“Look, do you. I’m not about to argue with you right now.” She was still talking smack, not wanting me to get the last word, but I was beyond listening. I just let her say whatever she wanted to and let the sunlight take hold and pull me into a deep slumber.




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#Free for a limited time only! Read the first book in the Underlayes series where family dysfunction is taken to brand new heights for #Free from July 27-31st!
Witch Wars
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***


Sunday, June 17, 2018

Six Sentence Sunday

#SixSentenceSunday #Underlayes #NotSoWicked

Yes, I am still working on Not So Wicked! But, I have reached my halfway mark and going with full steam ahead...

In Underlayes race is not an issue, or even a subject that's ever brought up. And as most of us know racism is taught, not inherited. So what happens when a group of Underlayes teens get thrown into a world where not only does racism exist, but in a time during the heart of the race wars? Here are six sentences from Not So Wicked...

“Dat is not what I’m on about.” Vincent shook his head, “Dese humans, they only see in color, most anyway. And they’ll notice us being a mix of black and white hanging together.”
Next it was Jenna that spoke out, her face even more twisted up than her sisters had been, “But no one here is black, or white. We’re kind of creamy, Roshina is brown, almost as brown as you are. Then those two,” she continued, pointing towards me and Drake, “they’re sort of tan, or maybe beige. Narissa, well, I don’t what color she is, maybe gray.”

“Wow, y’all really don’t get out much do you?” That came from Stacey, who well, was really white. Her skin was so pale she could give a porcelain doll a run for it’s money. A sure sign she had really been away from Underlayes for too long, that girl needed some sunlight.


Thirty #5Star reviews out of 32! Read the book other readers have already fallen in love with. Now available on #KU

“The way the authors voice was #strong yet #spunky was fascinating to watch it play out...” – SLHReviews

“The characters feel real they have flaws and personalities that draw you to them…” – Cupcakes and #Books

****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

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.

#WitchWars, #Underlayes, #Hybrids, #PNR, #GenderBender, #ParanormalLGBT, #BlackSciFi, #Supernatural, #Paranormal, #Vampires, #witches, #Demons, #Underlayes, #MagicalFamily, #DysfunctinalFamily, #LGBT, #Only99Cents


Sunday, April 29, 2018

Six Sentence Sunday

#SixSentenceSunday #Hybrids #PreOrder


Here are six sentences from my up and coming release, Hybrids, Underlayes 1.5

“You really don’t know how to sneak up on anyone, do you?” was the greeting we were met with once within ten feet of the Racquell wannabe. “But don’t worry. I’m too weak to flash.”
“Well, I never said stealth was my strong suit.”
“Neither was smarts,” she said, right before doing the last thing either of us expected her to do. She turned around with a gun in her hand and shot me, in the head.
My last words before I blacked out were, “Who the fuck brings a gun to a witch fight?”





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˚ •* ♥♥˚ ˚˚ ˛* ˛° * °♥ ˚ • *˚ .
˛˚ ░P░R░E░O░R░D░E░R░░N░O░W░ ˚

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˛ ˚♥♥ ˚ ˚* ˛˚ ♥♥˚* ˚ ˚ •* ˚ ♥♥"
Hybrids

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.

#WitchWars, #Underlayes, #Hybrids, #PNR, #GenderBender, #ParanormalLGBT, #BlackSciFi, #Supernatural, #Paranormal, #Vampires, #witches, #Demons, #Underlayes, #MagicalFamily, #DysfunctinalFamily, #LGBT, #Only99Cents



Sunday, December 10, 2017

Six Sentence Sunday

#SixSentenceSunday #NotSoWicked #WritersOnAWarpath

Here are six sentences from my current WIP Not So Wicked...

Steam began wafting off Jeremy, but this time it was Drake to speak up from where he sat. “That vamp you’re referring to? I guarantee whatever that’s cooking inside that big head of hers includes everyone, and not just vampires, even though there are more of us than there are of you.” His eyes had reverted back to their hazel color, but just then they flashed back to red. “True, the only ones that have to worry about the sun is us. But, last I checked, none of you have the slightest clue what to expect when you have to deal with the earth’s moon. Sounds to me like we all need each other.”

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Six Sentence Sunday

#SixSentenceSunday #WIP #NotSoWicked #YAParnormal

Here are 6 sentences from my very first Young Adult in the world of Underlayes...

There was nothing but silence for a minute, then Mz. Basheeba (school secretary/banshee) said to Mistress Veronique, and whichever other teachers she was referring to, “Before any of you say what’s twirling in those young heads of yours, it wasn’t any of those kids. Matter of fact, just get on out of here while I try to get things sorted. One sec before you do though.” Sounded like she opened and closed a drawer before she continued, “’Cause I’m more than sure y’all left your doors wide open, and this one here is too…” Then she let out an extra loud shrill that had everyone clasping their hands over their ears. “Serves all y’all right for listening in to grown folk’s business! Class assembly next period!! Y’all’s ears should be healed by then! If they ain’t, tough tits!”

Not So Wicked, coming in 2018


Where it all began...
 “The way the authors voice was #strong yet #spunky was fascinating to watch it play out...” – SLHReviews

“The characters feel real they have flaws and personalities that draw you to them…” – Cupcakes and #Books

“The #romance was off the charts. The twists and turns had me guessing. The only bad thing is that it ended way to soon, I was not ready to leave the world that #hooked me in.”

“This book took family dysfunction to a whole different level and I loved it, I cannot even imagine what’s in store for the next book but if its anything like this one I'll be in for another #allnighter yay happy dance.”

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Six Sentence Sunday

Here are a few more than six sentences for #SixSentenceSunday from my current #WIP #NotSoWicked. A Young Adult book from the world of #Underlayes that I'm determined to finish for #NaNoWriMo.

“Dear, Goddess, are they ever gonna learn how to drive these things?” came from someone closer to the front.

Which earned a few laughs and a, “Think you could do any better?” from Mz. Fargus, a warlock who had accidentally turned himself into a woman with a spell meant to make him more sensitive to females, whose turn it was to drive our bus that morning. Like most of the adults in Underlayes, he had never learned how to drive. They all now took turns in learning how to do so, by driving us to school. Well, not all, mostly just those that were bartering for a favor, like a spell to turn back to the gender they wanted to live in. And he sucked at it even more than most, one time he turned so sharp the bus ended up flipped on its side. Good thing we were practically immortal, short of decapitation, and fire.

“You know,” Laina spoke as we all stood to get off the bus, “this whole human experience part of things just may get us killed one day.”

We laughed at her comment while we shuffled our way to the front and off the bus, and I said, “Well, at least we’d go out together. Ready for another fun filled day at Be Prepared High?” with several sighs in response, we headed to the door to see whatever they had in store for us.


“The way the authors voice was #strong yet #spunky was fascinating to watch it play out...” – SLHReviews

“The characters feel real they have flaws and personalities that draw you to them…” – Cupcakes and #Books

“The #romance was off the charts. The twists and turns had me guessing. The only bad thing is that it ended way to soon, I was not ready to leave the world that #hooked me in.” – Relleman

“This book took family dysfunction to a whole different level and I loved it, I cannot even imagine whats in store for the next book but if its anything like this one I'll be in for another #allnighter yay happy dance.” – Deja


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Sunday, October 1, 2017

Six Sentence Sunday

#SixSentenceSunday #WitchWars #AvailableNow

“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.




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***


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Witch Wars just came out last week, and the 5 Star Reviews are already rolling in…

“Witch Wars, Underlayes Book 1 by T. A. Moorman was hands down the best novel I’ve had the pleasure of reading for a while now! It may be in part that it’s my favorite genre, but there was so much more! The way the authors voice was strong yet spunky was fascinating to watch it play out...” – SLHReviews

“T.A.Moorman has done an amazing job in building a solid world! You will feel a part of the realness. The writing definitely is talent,you are pulled in from the start to the characters and world created. The characters feel real they have flaws and personalities that draw you to them…” – Cupcakes and Books

“This is the first I have read from T.A. Moorman. I was not disappointed. It had everything I look for in a book. The romance was off the charts. The twists and turns had me guessing. The only bad thing is that it ended way to soon, I was not ready to leave the world that hooked me in. I love the chemistry between characters. The flow was awesome. I'm dying for more to come, as this was a perfect setup…” – Relleman

“What can you say about a world apart from ours filled to the brim vampires, witches, and the like oh I know awesome read. I loved this book from beginning to end I literally finished this book in a matter of hours it was that great…” – Deja


Sunday, September 3, 2017

Six Sentence Sunday

#SixSentenceSunday #WitchWars #ComingSoon #AfterGlowsPublishing


It's here again! Here are six sentences from my upcoming release, Witch Wars, which can now be pre-ordered on Amazon. Be sure to come to the Release Day Party on Facebook! There is a full lineup of authors and will be tons of prizes, games, and contests. Hope to see you all there! 


“It doesn’t matter.” I replied weakly.

“Yes the hell it does 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.”




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