Wednesday, September 3, 2014


Tales From the Dark Side will be a series of standalone books. Each book connected by its author and genre: Dark Erotic Thriller.  In pure Aleatha Romig style, twists and turns will lead readers to the unexpected. Each book will contain its own story line and characters. Once multiple books have been released, they can be read in any order. NEVER will the story line or characters overlap.

Coming: Autumn 2014...INSIDIOUS

The first excerpt may be found at:

Second official Excerpt: (This is copyrighted material by Aleatha Romig and cannot be reproduced without her consent

Insidious: Chapter One Excerpt II, by Aleatha Romig

“Thank you, Mrs. Harrington.” The saleswoman’s voice reverberated throughout the pricey boutique.

Nodding in response, I took my purchase and strode toward the door. The five-hundred-dollar shoes weren’t a necessity. Hell, they weren’t even for a purpose: a dinner, a benefit, or any other excuse to show me off and parade me around Stewart’s business associates. They were just because: because they were tall and sleek, with a slender heel and a thick platform. And because they were red. Red, as in the color of emotion: emotion that remained pent-up until its only acceptable outlet was a mundane visible reminder, a way to flaunt the loathing within to the world outside. Oh, I had covertly exercised other modes of release, yet at the moment, a pair of red shoes would suffice.

The gentleman in uniform spoke as he opened the door. “Thank you, Mrs. Harrington. Please come back to see us again.”

“Yes,” I said, my expression unreadable.

“Ma’am, we’re all praying for your husband.”

“Thank you.” I looked down and bit my lip before I returned his gaze, bravely smiling, and added, “I’m afraid that’s our only hope.”

His eyes dulled as he sadly nodded, allowing me to exit through the open door. Rarely did a day go by that someone didn’t offer me his or her support or encouragement for Stewart as he fought his unwinnable battle. I’d practiced my responses well. After all, very little went unseen. While we’d made headlines when we married, mostly surrounding our age difference, we were making them again as the tabloids and magazines discussed my impending widowhood at the young age of twenty-eight.

Moving onto the sun-drenched sidewalk, I covered my eyes with the dark glasses and braced myself for the wave of heat. Up from the depths of hell, like fire fanned by the devil himself, my legs tingled with the contrast in temperature. I bit my lip again, stopping the genuine smile that threatened to shatter my mask of grief. Assuming hell was real, soon it would have another resident. Before the bun of long brown hair secured low on my neck could mold to my skin, I settled into the backseat of the waiting taxi.

Though my car was parked only a few blocks away, I knew the wonders of technology. The GPS would show that I’d spent my afternoon in the Harbor Shoppes—at least until I was ready for it to indicate otherwise.

“To ONE Bal Harbour Resort,” I instructed, as the driver pulled the car into midday traffic.

After spending most of my life in southern Florida, I found little beauty in the city of Miami. What appeal it had was completely lost on me as I scanned the screen of my phone, reading my text messages. A sense of suffocation loomed omnipresent as I read one from my husband:

I closed my eyes, hid my expression behind my designer sunglasses, and sighed. Thankfully, due to Stewart Harrington’s recent rapid decline in health, we’d not visited the warehouse in some time: his text was sent months ago. Nevertheless, I refused to delete it. It served as my fuel and my daily reminder: a reminder of a time I refused to forget.

I would not. I could not.

I scanned back to the message I’d more recently received, one I’d first seen late last night:


I gave it one more glance, grinning at the shared sense of desperation, before I hit delete. I waited until this morning to respond:


After I’d hit send, his response came back almost immediately:


We both knew that NOW hadn’t been an option, but a minor tweaking of my schedule and a slight juggle of my responsibilities would allow LATER to be a possibility. Smoothing the silk of my sundress over my lap while trying desperately to ignore the sweat-ladened stench of the taxi, I relished the reality: <i>now </i>was almost upon me. If only the car could fly instead of fight the midday traffic.

As Stewart’s time on earth drew nigh its end, I worried about the legalities of our prenuptial agreement. With Stewart’s network of good ‘ole boys, finding an ally, someone to look out for my interests, had been difficult, but thankfully not impossible. Since I’d made my alliance with Brody Phillips, junior partner at Craven and Knowles, there was nothing I wouldn’t do to continue the flow of information. Besides, sex was nothing more than a tool, a weapon. It had been used against me, but I’d learned to use it for my favor. If sex helped me obtain my goal, there was no fuck’n reason not to use it.

Minutes upon minutes later, the cab pulled under the covered drive of the resort, allowing me to exit in the much-appreciated shade. With an assuming smile, I handed the driver cash for the fare and a generous tip. Ignoring the sultry summer humidity, I confidently placed my high-heeled sandals on the steaming pavement, and walked toward the resort. With the efficiency of a drill sergeant, I moved dauntlessly toward my objective. Merely a pretentious nod of my head and the door was opened. A crisp one-hundred-dollar bill at the bellman’s desk and I was armed with the key to a suite on the eighteenth floor. Walking toward the elevator, I shifted my gaze, daring anyone to question my presence. No one did. I’m Mrs. Stewart Harrington.

Within less than a minute, I was ascending the tower toward the eighteenth floor. Although I was confident that Brody had chosen the hotel suite with other goals in mind, that wouldn’t happen today. I’d opened myself up—a little—to him for one reason: it wasn’t sex.

It wasn’t as if I always denied him sex. As a matter of fact, we had an array of locations littered throughout the city where I hadn’t denied him, but honestly, there was something about Brody that made me uncomfortable. Sex was a mechanical act for me, a time to leave my body and zone out. Each time Brody and I were together, that was increasingly difficult. I didn’t want to face that reality or even the internal questions that it raised.

As I disembarked the elevator and peered down the long hallway, the fleeting sense of anticipation took me by surprise. Rarely did I find myself aroused. However, as I realized that it had been almost a month since I’d been alone with Brody, my insides involuntarily tightened.

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Sunday, August 24, 2014


Tales From the Dark Side will be a series of standalone books. Each book connected by it's author and genre: Dark Erotic Thriller.  In pure Aleatha Romig style, twists and turns will lead readers to the unexpected. Each book will contain it's own story line and characters. Once multiple books have been released, they can be read in any order. NEVER will the story line or characters overlap. 

Coming: Autumn 2014...Insidious

**First official Excerpt: (This is copyrighted material by Aleatha Romig and can not be reproduced without her consent.) To share this excerpt...please send readers to Aleatha's blogspot. **

Are you ready???

Let me introduce...Insidious! 

The backdrop of blue did little to temper the stagnant Florida heat. Peering through the windshield, I watched the hot, muggy air ripple through undetectable waves as the impressive Miami skyline appeared to bow and arch in the heat induced optical illusion. Stepping from the cool car, I longed for the non-existent breeze, anything to shatter the oppressive weight of summer’s humidity. Moist air filled every void as my heels walked upon the concrete streets and between the glass castles. 

I was where others longed to be. This was the best of the best: the homes, offices, and shopping mecca to the elite of Miami society. To the unknowing tourist, or even the unaware Miamian, these buildings and monuments were an enticing testament to the power of wealth and influence. However, in reality they were but a beautiful facade waiting patiently to entrap the unwilling participant. 

I should know. At one time I was that unwilling participant drug into the depths of malevolence. That was years ago. I’ve learned my lessons well and played my role. No longer willing to be a victim. Today, I’m insidious.

Insidious by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Aleatha Romig, release date to be announced! 

Please help spread the word...Insidious is coming! 

Thursday, August 7, 2014

More Tony and Claire!

Would you like a peek at the life of the Rawlingses beyond CONVICTED/REVEALED???

If your answer to that is "YES!!!!" Then I have a surprise for YOU!

Coming September 1 in the limited time anthology BREATHLESS, will be A PEEK BEYOND THE CONSEQUENCES, a fun 17K word novella that takes us into the future with all things Consequences.

This is currently available for presale on Amazon and iBooks. 

Here is my blurb for A PEEK BEYOND THE CONSEQUENCES...

Anthony Rawlings is a man most women love to hate or hate to love. Domineering yet caring, demanding yet sensual, he’s truly an enigma, but can he be the one Claire needs and deserves? Will she ever truly find happiness with the man who stole her life but gave her the world? For a glimpse into the future, take a Peek Beyond the Consequences, a novella.

Don't miss this!!!



Monday, June 30, 2014

Audible from Tony!!

OMG...who wants a sample of Yummy Sebastain York as Tony? Goodness, this snippet from Behind His Eyes Consequences gives ME chills, and I wrote it!!!
Go ahead and listen...only 4+ minutes and you'll know why you must download REVEALED and Behind His Eyes Consequences and Behind His Eyes Truth!

Saturday, June 21, 2014


I was recently perusing reviews on Goodreads for a book that I recently read. No, it wasn't for one of my books. (Really! I promise) Although, I've read similar comments for books I've written. All right, the point of this post isn't about people's inability to round numbers(3.5 stars should be 4 stars). It is to share a definition I feel some readers have forgotten. 

The word in question is FICTION. fic·tion ˈfikSHən/Submit noun literature in the form of prose, especially short stories and novels, that describes imaginary events and people. invention or fabrication as opposed to fact. plural noun: fictions "he dismissed the allegation as absolute fiction" synonyms: fabrication, invention, lies, fibs, untruth, falsehood, fantasy, nonsense More antonyms: fact 

The reviews I read mentioned that they, the reader, gave a lower rating because the storyline, or in some cases a character's development arc was unrealistic. Really???? Please, before you are disappointed in a story check out the genre! 

The book I read, as well as the books I've written, are classified as FICTION! The book I read is in a subcategory of ROMANCE. Romantic Fiction! My books are categorized as Romantic Thriller Fiction. Are you seeing a pattern? Many people, including myself, read to be taken away from real life. We read to escape and experience instances that will more than likely never occur within our real lives. IF you want to read realistic situations, may I recommend NON-FICTION? There are some amazing NON-Fiction books.  
However, to discount a fictitious story because it is indeed FICTION is ridiculous and very annoying to those of us who do in fact know the definition. This is solely my opinion. I mean, if you'd like me to write about doing laundry and driving my children to soccer practice I can do that. 

If you want to read about hot men, amazing surroundings, and twisted wild scenarios, then I recommend you stick with fiction. Because for most of us, as my husband pointed out, the pizza delivery man is not a super stud who is really a billionaire waiting to take you away from laundry and provide you with a driver for soccer practice. 

The choice is yours. If you chose Fiction...recognize that is exactly what you're going to get!!

Thursday, May 22, 2014

I realize that there is a trend to "rewrite" stories from another POV and the story is essentially the same. I promise that is not the case with Behind His Eyes Convicted: THE MISSING YEARS (Way too long of a title...but I was stuck with my ISBN#...that's another story)

THE MISSING YEARS is everything you only "heard" about in Convicted told through the important men in Claire's life. It is a full-length novel that spans the 2 missing years and into Tony and Claire's future.

I want to shout it from the roof tops.

"This is not the same story!! Please read!!"

I will admit that writing this book was hard. I didn't want to go to some of the places I went, but I did. And now that it's done, I SO want everyone who read Convicted to read this.

You do NOT need to have read the other companions. This is NOT a companion. It is book #4.

And here's a will be rereleased with a new one word title and an new cover in about a month. At that time the price will go to $4.99 to match Truth and Convicted, because, yes, it's that good and that complete.

So...with that knowledge...jump on board NOW and get the "long title version" of Behind His Eyes Convicted: THE MISSING YEARS for only $3.99.

This is the book you MUST have after Convicted!!!

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