Exclusive Cover Reveal + Excerpt: Away From The Dark (#2, The Light) by Aleatha Romig

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Feast your eyes on the striking cover of Away From The Darkthe second installment in the suspenseful The Light duet by Aleatha Romig. I loved these books, which paint a story defined by lies, secrets, murder and an unquenchable thirst for power and control. In Away From The Dark, Sara must make a choice on the path her life will take and on whom she can trust, but before the end unravels, more secrets will threaten her life and the lives of everyone she loves.

Away From The Dark releases October 18th, and I highly recommend this series for psychological thriller junkies like me. You can get a taste of what’s to come below, with a never-before-seen excerpt!

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Nine months ago, Sara Adams awoke with no memory. The man holding her hand told her she’s a member of The Light, a tight-knit religious group led by the terrifying and charismatic Father Gabriel. As a woman in the community of The Light, her duty is to be unquestionably obedient and to submit to the will of her husband.

But as Sara’s memory starts to return and she remembers her past, she sees that everything she’s been told is a lie. The Light is an insidious and dangerous organization, and its corrupting influence reaches well beyond the confines of the remote campus where Sara is being held.

With everything at stake, Sara struggles to sort out her true memories from her indoctrination. The desire to escape consumes her, but who can she trust? And which other followers of The Light were forced into this life, brainwashed to believe they belonged? The more she remembers, the more it becomes clear that Jacob, the man who calls himself her husband, is keeping shattering secrets of his own.

But Sara cannot flee alone, leaving innocents behind. She must fight to extinguish The Light.



 Shrill screams echoed throughout our dimly lit bedroom, accelerating my heartbeat and pulling me from the terrible nightmare. I waited for more, until the realization struck. The screams were my own.

“Jacob?” I called, my voice shaking with dread as I reached for my husband. Instead of reassurance, my fingers met cold empty sheets. He was gone—still away at another campus.

What just happened? Was it a dream?

I clung to the covers as I puffed my cheeks and slowly exhaled. While each breath helped to still the chaos, the exercise wasn’t enough.

Who am I? Who is he?

Jacob’s questions from months ago came back. They were my security. They’d worked before.

I am Sara Adams and my husband is Jacob Adams.

Pushing the images from my dream, or nightmare, away, I imagined Jacob’s comforting embrace. Slowly I threw back the down comforter and willed the cool air to soothe my perspiration-drenched skin. From the way my heart galloped in my chest, I might have been running a marathon, not sleeping.

In my sleep I’d been battling to escape a vehicle, and then an explosion of heat.

It had been a dream, I reassured myself—a nightmare. The accident I’d had, nearly nine months before, had been different. I couldn’t remember it, but I’d been told that I’d been injured and gone unconscious. In the nightmare I had been out and away from the wreckage.

I shook my head.

It seemed so real.

In my dream I hadn’t been able to see past the darkness, yet I’d known I wasn’t injured.

My arms surrounded my midsection as the memories replayed like pictures in my mind. Someone was hurting me—purposely harming me, and there was a voice—a deep voice.

Jacob’s voice?

No. He wouldn’t hurt me.

My entire body shuddered as goose bumps peppered my skin. Sitting upright, I reached for the bedside lamp. With trembling fingers I turned the knob and my eyes adjusted as the soft light combined with the sun’s perpetual summer glow.

I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on Jacob’s questions.

Who am I? Who is he?

This time I said the words aloud, praying that if I spoke the truth, the images would disappear. “I am Sara Adams. He is my husband, Jacob Adams.” I pulled myself from the bed and walked to the bathroom. Turning on the light and the faucet, I cupped the cool water and splashed my face. As I reached for the cup and began to fill it, a metaphoric dam that had been constructed to hold back my past burst.

My mind was flooded—no longer with simple images, but with scene after scene.

For the first time since I could recall, I knew the woman in the mirror. I knew me.

The colorful paper taped to my childhood desk hadn’t read Sara.

The S was still there, but the rest of the name was different.

I knew my own soft blue eyes and blonde hair.

I recalled its length and the way it used to flow over my shoulders.

Though I met my own gaze for only a millisecond, I also saw my own panic—not only that, I felt it. In the pit of my stomach I knew that what I’d just experienced hadn’t been a nightmare. It was my reality—my past, the one I’d thought was forever gone.

At the realization, my muscles lost their ability to grip. Water splashed about the vanity and onto the mirror as the cup I’d held fell to the base of the sink. No longer capable of supporting my weight, my knees buckled and I slid to the floor.

“Oh my God! Is this real? It can’t be.” I spoke to the empty bathroom. “Jacob? The accident. It didn’t happen. Did it?” I longed for him to make it right, to take it all away.

Acid bubbled from the depths of my stomach. The dinner I’d eaten long ago refused to stay down. My nightgown clung to my moistened skin and I lunged for the toilet. Like an old film reel, the scenes continued to play behind my tear-dampened eyes: the accident, my awakening, my crash course as an Assemblyman’s wife, our temporary banishment, my reminders . . . nearly a year of my life—of Sara’s life. Everything within me ached as my body convulsed. Over and over I heaved, purging all I’d known, been told to believe, told to remember—all the lies.

When the running water finally registered, I stood, rinsed my mouth, and splashed my face again. This time, as I stared at the woman in the mirror—at myself—the terror I’d seen was gone, replaced by betrayal. Hurt and anguish washed over me, crashing down, drenching my body, soul, and mind.

I tried to fight it, to argue with myself. If only Jacob were here to help me understand.

Turning off the water, I slid back down the wall and settled on the cool tile. Hugging my knees to my chest, with tears coating my cheeks, I recreated the timeline that was supposed to remain forever lost.

For the first time in nearly a year, I could answer Jacob’s question—I knew.

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Review: Into The Light (#1, The Light) by Aleatha Romig

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A riveting psychological suspense that deeply draws you into its tangled web. Thriller readers shouldn’t miss this chilling tale of deception.



Jun-14Sara Adams awakes blind, unable to remember the most basic details of her life, but her darkness seems a blessing when she discovers the terrors of The Light.

Stella Montgomery investigates the news from the mean streets of Detroit, where she’s noticed a disturbing trend: young women are vanishing. When her best friend disappears, Stella digs for answers—despite warnings from her police detective boyfriend—following a twisted trail that leads her through the city’s most dangerous and forsaken precincts. There she uncovers something more sinister than she could have imagined: a shadowy organization known as The Light, led by the enigmatic Father Gabriel.

As Sara struggles to understand her place in the strange world she’s awakened to—an oppressive cult demanding unquestioning obedience—and her feelings for Jacob, the husband she can’t recall and whose harsh and tender attentions confuse and beguile her, Stella risks all to discover the truth. But enlightenment always comes with a price…

My Review

Aleatha Romig’s latest psychological thriller delivers a story steeped in deception and plucked from the horrors of one’s worst nightmares. It’s a story where lives are violently snuffed only to be given new breath in a world led by The Light—demanding obedience, promising happiness and assuring a heavy-handed correction when gone astray.

Women have been disappearing. Some never to be found, some to be found violently killed.

Romig guides us deep into her intricately plotted narrative, unraveling in multiple points of views: a woman who wakes without sight and memory, an investigative reporter who searches for the truth, and a man who hides just that.

“Smidgens of life scratched and tore at my darkened world. Slowly sounds returned, not only to register, but to linger—particularly one steady voice that called out over and over, repeating the name Sara.”

Sara Adams wakes in a hospital bed, battered and bruised, no sight, no memories, no sense of who she is and what’s transpired. A man at her side—her husband—quickly sets rules she must follow and abide by. This was her life, he said, she should know to obey. As terrifying as it all seems, as he seems, he’s also protective and nurturing.  There’s something familiar about him, if she could only reach for the memories that hide in the dark recesses of her mind.

“I needed answers, for Mindy, for this woman, and for any other women who had disappeared from their lives to awaken in a nightmare.”

Stella Montgomery is a bright, gutsy investigative journalist. She’s determined to figure out what’s happening to the women who have been disappearing, like her best friend Mindy. She digs and probes going down a dangerous path as she tries to piece together clues.

“To her, danger was me. She didn’t understand the levels and powers at work in our lives. She could never know the true danger that lurked around each corner.”

Jacob Adams holds a position of power within The Light. He has a wife who has learned to obey, but who didn’t quite grasp the world she’d once awoken to after her incident. Her memories were gone so it was his job to reacquaint her with their life, insist on her obedience, or else. But as days turned into weeks, turned into months, she learned, and she began to love him. He knew he had to protect her, keep her safe. Danger was all around them and the ways of The Light were rigorous.

Stella’s, Sara’s and Jacob’s stories tangle in ways expected, but in so many ways unforeseen too. As Romig unwinds this twisted tale, she shocks with ingenious climactic surprises. This is the kind of story you can’t put down. It gives you chills, it makes you flinch, it makes you flip the pages faster to see what happens next. I loved that despite the tangled plot, the story never dropped my interest. Its momentum gradually built as my own enthrallment ratcheted.

For readers who relish densely plotted thrillers, this is the perfect spine-chilling summer novel that shouldn’t be missed.

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Exclusive Excerpt + Giveaway: Betrayal (#1, Infidelity) by Aleatha Romig

Not many can build the level of suspense and mystery that Aleatha Romig expertly can, which makes her books thrilling and exciting to read. Coming October 13th, she’s got a new book—Betrayal—the first in a new series entitled Infidelity. We meet Alexandria Collins, who reinvents herself as Charli, and a new alpha named Nox Demetri. I’ve so excited to share a sneak peek into the novel below, plus an ARC giveaway you don’t want to miss!

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One week. No future. No past. No more.

Alexandria Collins has one week to live carefree—no ghosts of her past or pressures of her future haunting her. Reinventing herself as “Charli,” she is knocked off her feet by a sexy, mysterious man who brings her pleasure like she never imagined.  With her heart at stake, she forgets that decisions made in the dark of night reappear in the bright light of day.

“Some of my tastes are unique. They aren’t for everyone. I understand that.”

Lennox “Nox” Demetri is wealthy, confident, and decisive—he knows what he wants. From the first time he sees Charli at an exclusive resort, he knows he wants her. Although he is usually the one to make the rules, together they agree on one:

One week. No more.

When betrayal comes from those closest to Alexandria, she must decide how far she is willing to go to survive. Choices are not always easy, especially when they involve the heart, body, and soul. After all, Infidelity is a business, and some rules are meant to be broken.

“Is it really cheating if you’re doing it to yourself?”

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Aleatha Romig comes a sexy, new dominant hero who knows what he wants, and a strong-willed heroine who has plans of her own. With classic Aleatha Romig twists, turns, deceptions, and devotions, this new epic dark romance will have readers swooning one minute and screaming the next.

BETRAYAL is a full-length novel and the first of five in the INFIDELITY series.


I motioned around the patio. “Is this what you do? You save women from the resort leaches and lure them to your lair?”

“My lair? Am I Batman?”

“Are you? I don’t know.”

He smirked. “If only I could make a living at doing just that, but alas, no. You’re my first rescue.”

I stopped my reach for a piece of cheese and looked back up at him. “You’re first?”

“My first rescue,” he clarified. “Hardly my first.”


He lifted his glass toward me in a toast. After I lifted mine, he said, “To you, Charli with an I, and to learning more about you.”

After our glasses clinked and we both took a sip, I asked the question that I’d been dying to know ever since our morning encounter. “You seem to have a clear advantage. You know my name, but I’ve yet to learn yours.”

“Do I?”

“Do you what?”

“Do I have an advantage?” He leaned closer. “Do I know your name? You see, I had the resort’s reservations scoured. I wanted to send a gift to your room and confirm our dinner, yet Charli was nowhere to be found.”

I took a deep breath. “Well, I’m here with my sister. I guess my name isn’t on the reservation.”

“You’re sister?”

“Yes, and you—if I were to have the reservations scoured?”

The sun had now fully set, falling below the water and the darkening sky was beginning to fill with stars, especially over the water.

“Would you believe, Batman?” When I didn’t respond, he said, “Bruce Wayne?”

Though I pursed my lips, I felt the twinkle in my eyes.

About Aleatha

Aleatha RomigAleatha Romig is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Indiana. She grew up in Mishawaka, graduated from Indiana University, and is currently living south of Indianapolis. Aleatha has raised three children with her high school sweetheart and husband of nearly thirty years. Before she became a full-time author, she worked days as a dental hygienist and spent her nights writing. Now, when she’s not imagining mind-blowing twists and turns, she likes to spend her time with her family and friends. Her other pastimes include reading and creating heroes/anti-heroes who haunt your dreams!

Aleatha released her first novel, CONSEQUENCES, in August of 2011. CONSEQUENCES became a bestselling series with five novels and two companions released from 2011 through 2015. The compelling and epic story of Anthony and Claire Rawlings has graced more than half a million e-readers. Aleatha released the first of her series TALES FROM THE DARK SIDE, INSIDIOUS, in the fall of 2014. These standalone thrillers continue Aleatha’s twisted style with an increase in heat. In the fall of 2015, Aleatha will move head first into the world of dark romance with the release of BETRAYAL, the first of her five novel INFIDELITY series.

Aleatha is a “Published Author’s Network” member of the Romance Writers of America and represented by Danielle Egan-Miller of Browne & Miller Literary Associates.

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Exclusive Excerpt: Insidious (Tales from the Dark Side) by Aleatha Romig

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When Aleatha Romig announces a new book, I pay attention. As a big fan of the Consequences series, I eagerly await her next suspenseful tale, which I’m sure will be as brilliantly plotted, twisted and surprising as her other stories have been. And today, she’s getting some fabulous attention with an insert in the UK version of Cosmopolitan magazine! You can buy the issue here or find it at high-end newsstands and luxury department stores such as Neiman Marcus and Bloomingdales.

I’m also thrilled to be able to share with you an exclusive excerpt of Insidious which will be coming to us soon! I seriously cannot wait to have this book in my hands!!!! The cover is gorgeous and the synopsis drives me mad with anticipation.  You can read the first part of this excerpt on Aleatha’s website here, but for now, enjoy this glimpse into Insidious, the first book in the Tales from the Dark Side series comprised of standalone novels to devour!


22602899I play the role well.

The grieving widow is new, but I can do it: shaking hands, sad smiles, even a tear or two when necessary.

The acting isn’t new. I’ve been doing it my whole life.

The truth is too painful to reveal, too upsetting for those around me. They don’t want to see who I truly am… what I truly am. 

They don’t want to know I’m a killer.


Insidious (Chapter One Excerpt III) by Aleatha Romig

Brody Phillips, esquire, was, among other things, my informant. As a junior partner at Craven and Knowles, the prestigious law firm that handled all of Stewart’s personal legal needs, he was privy to information that affected me. The common good ‘ole boy attitude shared by most in the firm was that as Stewart’s wife I didn’t need to know or couldn’t possibly understand the legalities that affected me. Thankfully, I’d found an ally who disagreed. After all, it was my name, Victoria Conway Harrington, on the documents. Despite my husband’s obstinacy, I had a right to know.

Our alliance had started slowly. Every man was suspect, especially anyone within Stewart’s circles. I hadn’t planned on allowing Brody to get to know me—few people did. However, with time and patience, he pulled me into a sense of camaraderie. Unlike the men who saw me as nothing other than an available fuck, Brody spoke to me with sincerity. It was years into our clandestine friendship before we took it to the next level. However, once we did, turning back wasn’t an option.

A quick swipe of the key and the lock mechanism clicked. Before I could fully open the door, Brody’s strawberry blonde hair and smiling eyes stopped me momentarily in my tracks. He was the perfect man next door: innocent and sweet. Yet I knew from experience, he was equally cunning and shrewd. There was no way he’d have survived in the world of Craven and Knowles if he weren’t. However, there was something about his eyes. From the first time we’d met, I was fascinated. His eyes were unlike any I’ve ever seen. They weren’t the color blue nor were they green: they were more of an aquamarine hue. It wasn’t only the color that pulled me in: it was the way he looked at me, really looked. With a glance, even in a crowded room, he made me feel vulnerable and exposed. That did strange things to me, things I didn’t like. It was as if he could see a side of me that no one else could: he could see through my facade. Taking him in, the small lines at the corners of his eyes and the slight gleam implored my gaze to travel lower to his raised cheeks and welcoming smile. Involuntarily, the tips of my lips moved upward.

With his suit jacket and tie missing, my eyes traveled down his starched, fitted button-down shirt to his trim waist. His dark gray Brooks Brothers’ slacks accentuated his long legs and firm physique. Hearing the sound of his voice returned my look to his remarkable eyes.

“Vik-ki.” He elongated my nickname. “I was worried you wouldn’t make it.” The temperature of the room increased as he reached for my shoulder and leaned near. His lips brushed my cheek with the ghostly promise of more. The lingering scent of his aftershave filled me with memories of freshly laundered sheets, so unlike the heavy masculine cologne my husband wore. I fought the urge to reach up and stroke Brody’s cheek, to feel the slight stubble beneath my fingers.

Taking my hand, he led me inside the spacious suite. The wall farthest from the door was nothing but windows filled with the familiar blue. Though there were many things about Miami that I detested, the view of the water going on forever was not one of them. The view of the ocean momentarily took my breath as well as my response away.

“This is stunning.”

“Not as stunning as you,” he said, removing my sunglasses and staring deeply into my steel-gray eyes.

“Brody, I can’t—”

His lips captured my words as his firm chest pressed me toward the wall. The tingle of anticipation I’d felt moments earlier grew like a fire—wind to a spark on dry grass. I gave into desire and moved my petite hands to the sides of his face, feeling the stubble I’d longed to touch. My fingers lingered as our tongues united. I didn’t want to admit that I was afraid to let go, afraid of not remembering the feeling smoldering inside of me. The sound of our breathing filled the suite, as my beating heart echoed in my ears, momentarily drowning out reasoning, filling me instead with hunger for what he could provide.

“God, Vikki,” Brody finally said, breaking our seal and pushing me slightly away. His gaze deepened as he asked, “God, you taste so fucking good. I’ve missed seeing you like this.”

I reached for his chest and buried my cheek in his shirt. With the sound of his steady heartbeat, my body melted. Pent-up tension oozed from every pore until all that was left of me was liquid, held in place by his embrace. Fighting the desire to take our vertical connection horizontal, I stiffened my neck. “Brody, I-I can’t. Not today.”

“Are you all right, baby? You seem so…I don’t know…like you’re ready to explode. Or implode?”

I stepped back and walked toward the sofa, adjusting my dress and ignoring the part of me that longed to be lost in his arms.

“Why would you think I wasn’t coming?” I asked. “Our agreement was for 1:00 PM, and it’s barely one.”

“You didn’t reply to my last text. I was afraid someone else might have seen it.”

“No,” I said definitively. “Believe it or not, my phone stays with me. I did delete the text. There’s no sense taking unnecessary chances. Now, tell me what’s happening?”

His brow furrowed. “How’s Stewart?”

I shook my head and looked down. It was the same speech, with the same all-important non-verbal cues, that I’d given to anyone who asked. “Not well. The doctors seem to think that it could be any time. When he’s awake he’s lucid, but when he’s out, he’s out! I think it’s the medications. Though he hasn’t complained, the doctors say that this form of rapidly progressing leukemia is extremely painful. They have him pretty drugged up on pain killers. They’re doing all they can do to help him go peacefully.”

Brody reached for my hand. “Bravo. That’s a beautiful speech, Mrs. Harrington. Now tell me how the motherfucker is really doing.”

My downturned lips twitched as my eyes darted toward his. “He’s dying. He’s suffering. Karma’s a bitch and though he deserves every damn second, I wish Karma would get her ass in gear and finish him off. Watching him die is sucking the life right out of me.”

“Oh…” The aquamarine of his eyes shimmered. “I’d be glad to suck some life into you.”

The tension of the last few months seeped from my taut shoulders. “Don’t tempt me, Mr. Phillips. I’m not a stable woman.”


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My reviews: Consequences | Truth | Convicted | BHE: Consequences | The Missing Years
Reading Order: Consequences | Truth | Convicted | Revealed – The Missing Years | BHE Consequences (companion) | BHE Truth (companion) | A Peek Beyond the Consequences (novella)

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