Paranormal Fiction Book Reviews: Hybrids Underlayes, #1.5 by T.A. Moorman, GothicMom's Studios

<b><span style="color: maroon; font-family: "&quot" , serif; font-size: 18pt; margin: 0px;">Hybrids</span></b></div>

<b><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: "&quot" , serif; font-size: 18pt; margin: 0px;">Underlayes, #1.5</span></b></div>

<b><span style="color: #3d596d; font-family: "&quot" , serif; font-size: 18pt; margin: 0px;">by T.A.

Moorman, GothicMom's Studios</span></b></div>

<span style="color: #3d596d; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; margin: 0px;">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.</span></div>

<span style="color: #3d596d; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; margin: 0px;">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?</span></div>

<span style="color: #3d596d; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; margin: 0px;">Jump right back into

the world of Underlayes where this magical family takes dysfunction to brand new

heights.</span></div>

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<span style="color: black; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Chapter 1</span></span><span style="color: black; margin: 0px;"></span></div>

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</span><span style="color: black; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">“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.</span></span><span style="margin: 0px;"></span></div>

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</span><span style="color: black; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">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.</span></span><span style="margin: 0px;"></span></div>

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<span style="color: black; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">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.</span></span><span style="color: black; margin: 0px;"></span></div>

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<span style="color: black; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">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.</span></span><span style="color: black; margin: 0px;"></span></div>

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</span><span style="color: black; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">My mind replayed what had happened no more than a mere few hours

ago…</span></span><span style="margin: 0px;"></span></div>

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</span><span style="color: black; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">“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.”</span></span><span style="margin: 0px;"></span></div>

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</span><span style="color: black; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">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.”</span></span><span style="margin: 0px;"></span></div>

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</span><span style="color: black; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">With that, her eyes glazed over and her body went completely limp.</span></span><span style="margin: 0px;"></span></div>

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<span style="color: black; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">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.</span></span><span style="color: black; margin: 0px;"></span></div>

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</span><span style="color: black; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">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.</span></span><span style="margin: 0px;"></span></div>

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</span><span style="color: black; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">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.</span></span><span style="margin: 0px;"></span></div>

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</span><span style="color: black; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">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.</span></span><span style="margin: 0px;"></span></div>

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</span><span style="color: black; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">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.</span></span><span style="margin: 0px;"></span></div>

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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"></span><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /></span><span style="color: black; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">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.</span></span><span style="color: black; margin: 0px;"></span></div>

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</span><span style="color: black; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">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.</span></span></div>

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