Sunday, March 19, 2017

WHAT'S A SOAP OPERA MAFIA ROMANCE?



      Last time I blogged I shared with you that Samhain Publishing had closed and I would be self-publishing the two novels I had contracted with them. Well the first of them is available now, Dirty Little Secrets: A Soap Opera Mafia Romance. You can find it here: https://www.amazon.com/Dirty-Little-Secrets-Opera-Romance-ebook/dp/B06XPKYR92/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_img_3?_encoding=UTF8&psc=1&refRID=ZM37GFV2A5FWDQQRVWCV

     So that brings me to what I'm sure some are wondering, what exactly is a soap opera mafia romance? Well it's actually a term I came up with. After Dirty Little Secrets was published the first time naturally I was proud of it, but I soon came to realize my novel was not authentically mafia based. What do I mean? I mean that there are a lot of rules and traditions when it comes to writing true to life, authentic Cosa Nostra fiction or otherwise. Dirty Little Secrets is not one of those novels, mainly because it was inspired by my love for one particular soap opera, General Hospital.

     Anyone who has ever watched General Hospital knows who the divinely handsome mob boss, Sonny Corinthos is. I first became interested in the mafia from watching his storylines on TV. Let's just say after 20 something years of watching I got a little hooked. I loved the over the top stories, the resurrections from the dead, the danger and rivals determined to take Sonny down, not to mention the ladies that captured and lost his heart. Needless to say I wanted to write something just like that. From that desire Dirty Little Secrets was born.

    So what are the ingredients that make up A Soap Opera Mafia Romance? Equal parts sizzling romance, equal parts over the top somewhat unbelievable drama with a dash of modern mafia thrown in for good measure. So if following the life of a sexy mob widow who may or may not fall for her possible stepson appeals to you, then Dirty Little Secrets: A Soap Opera Mafia Romance is exactly the novel you're looking for!


Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Saying Goodbye & Keeping It Moving

 
 


 Hi Everyone,

       Yes. I'm making another sporadic post. I'm sorry. I'm trying to do better. As some of you may or not know Samhain Publishing has officially closed their "doors," for good. Yes Samhain is no more. As of yesterday, their website had gone completely dark. So what happens to the two novels I have published with them, Dirty Little Secrets and Devious Little Lies? For now both are still available for purchase on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Books-A-Million but they will soon be removed from those vendors as well. The print copies of both books will remain on Amazon until they run out of stock.

      This sounds like a hot mess, doesn't it? It is. But me and all the other writers that have published with Samhain have no choice but to say goodbye, thanks for the opportunity and keep it moving. As for my two novels, I am currently waiting to receive my rights back and then both Dirty Little Secrets and Devious Little Lies will be self-published with brand new covers and new and improved content on Amazon. So stay tuned for the rebirth of my sexy, mafia soap operas and if you didn't have a chance to enjoy the older woman/younger man romances the first time, catch them on the next go-round.

Live. Love. Stay Fierce.




Saturday, January 7, 2017

RECAPPED AND READY TO GO

 
         Hi All,
 
 
I'm back. I've been off the grid for a while and we are days into a new year that none of us have any idea what to expect. (I'm looking at you America.) 2016 was a year of extreme highs and extreme lows for me. For starters, in February I dissolved my relationship with an agent that was no longer working for me. It was tough and not something I took lightly. To be quite honest, I was terrified. I worried that I had killed my chances of ever seeing my books in print on a shelf. Then there was the fear of going it on my own. Ultimately I decided to take a leap of faith and go where my heart lead me to go.
 
 
2016 also saw the publication of three novels with my name on them. Yes, 3. Cue Extreme High. This was a big deal for me. At the same time I was also confronted with the reality that one of my publishers was closing and I had no idea what in the hell was going to happen to my books with them, including the recently released, Devious Little Lies. Ultimately after many cuts and layoffs the publisher was able to stay open. However, the back and forth did absolutely nothing for my books sales which suffered tremendously. Cue Extreme Low.
 
 
But the show must go on and on the positive side of things I dipped my toes into the wonderful world of self-publishing by teaming up with the amazing Bethany-Kris to create the Gun Moll series. Cue Extreme High for two best selling books. Not only is Bethany-Kris, a supremely talented writer, but she is also an acute businesswoman and good friend. I've learned so much from working with her. Again, Cue Extreme High.
 
 
I never make resolutions because I never keep them, but I want to do more as far as my writing career is concerned. Here are my tentative plans:
 
 
1. Madame Moll-Book 3 of the Gun Moll series will be published and conclude Mac and Melina's journey.
 
 
2. Bethany-Kris and I are also planning at least 1 standalone story set in the same world as Mac and Melina, so look out for it.
 
 
3. I'm currently working on my first contemporary African American romance, Crossing Lines. I plan to self-publish it sometime this year. Cue big leap for me.
 
 
4. I'm currently in the process of revising my #ownvoices fairytale romance to submit to agents and publishers. Let me just say this is not your Disney fairytale. Shit happens.
 
 
5. Complete my third and final Demi-God Daughters novel, Goddess by Surrender.
 
 
So yeah, let's see if it all comes to fruition between nursing jobs and school. Fingers crossed.
 
Also if you haven't had a chance to experience the various works I've created, they can all be found here: https://www.amazon.com/Erin-Ashley-Tanner/e/B00FWZN9AG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1483813565&sr=1-2-ent


Tuesday, November 22, 2016

GANGSTER MOLL: THE TEASERS



Hey all,

Thank you to everyone that has purchased a copy of Gangster Moll! Bethany and I are thrilled. I thought I'd share all of the amazing Gangster Moll teasers made by the talented Jay Aheer.

 


 
 


 
 
Gangster Moll is available now from:
 
 
 
 




Wednesday, October 19, 2016

GANGSTER MOLL TEASER SHARE



Hey everyone,

Cover reveal day for Gangster Moll is right around the corner on October 28th. In the meantime Bethany-Kris and I wanted to share an unedited teaser from the upcoming novel.

Add it to Goodreads here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32319864-gangster-moll

Sign up for the cover reveal and tour with Indie Sage here: http://indiesage.com/tour-gangster-moll-bethany-kris-erin-ashley-tanner/

TEASER:

Mac Maccari wasn’t a three-piece suit kind of man. He much preferred the comfort of dark-wash jeans, a T-shirt, and combat boots to wear while handling his daily business. It was a comfort thing, and a heat thing.

Glaring up at the bright sun in the sky as he crossed the street as quickly as he could, Mac swore he was melting under his suit. It was an unusually warm Summer for New York. It was almost always muggy during the season, but this year, Mother Nature decided to kick that shit up a notch.

Mac was less than impressed.

It probably didn’t help that the majority of his day was spent running to and from different locations as he handled his crew and what the men were doing at any given time.

But … it was what it was.

And he was damn good at his job.

Mac supposed that if he wasn’t good at being a Capo, he’d already be dead. At least, for the time being, he had that going for him.

The heat wave, however, could go to hell.

Tugging his jacket off, Mac slipped into the business at the very end of the block, tossing the coat over his arm as a cool blast of air from the air conditioner smacked him straight in the face. He soaked in the cold air as he glanced around the place, taking in the woman behind the counter, talking animatedly on the phone and snapping a large wad of gum in her mouth at the same time.

She didn’t even look like she noticed him standing there, for fuck’s sake.

Mac didn’t mind.

He wasn’t here to see her, anyway.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, Mac searched for the message he’d been left earlier in the day. Infinite Insurance, ask for Ronnie, it read. A few other details had been included, but Mac figured those weren’t important until he found Ronnie.

Mac had come to find out, over his last few months as a newly appointed Capo for the Pivetti crime family that Luca Pivetti had little to no patience for people who owed him something. It didn’t matter what it was—money, action, or a word. If a person owed him, he expected them to pay accordingly.

Maybe even a little more simply because he was kind enough to do business with them.

As the boss, it was Luca’s due.

Mac didn’t question why his boss hadn’t simply sent an enforcer over to the place to handle his shit—that wasn’t his place. He just did what the boss wanted done.

Bypassing the receptionist without so much as a ‘hello’, Mac strolled to the back of the insurance bankers business, finding a hallway with several offices. All had glass windows for walls, letting him see the men and women inside, sitting behind desks with either a phone to their ear, or clients inside the offices.

Thankfully, plaques were attached to each door, names boldly inscribed on each one.

Mac found the Ronnie he was looking for mid-way down the hallway. The heavier-set gentleman was alone inside his office, from what Mac could see through the window, and didn’t seem to be tied up with a phone call as he was busy sorting papers.

That was going to suck when he had to clean up the mess later.

Mac couldn’t find much remorse for what he was about to do.

Business was business after all.

Cosa Nostra business was even tougher.

It simply couldn’t wait.

Mac didn’t bother to knock on the office door, but rather, turned the knob and walked right in, depositing his jacket on one of the two chairs meant for clients.

The insurance banker—Ronnie—glanced up, startled, at Mac’s sudden appearance. If Mac had to guess by the wrinkled dress shirt, the messy hair, and the tired gaze, Ronnie had some shit on his mind.

He was about to get more.

“You can’t just barge in here,” the man started to say. “Clients make appointments.”

Mac reached over and twisted the blinds closed on the window—no one could see in now. He locked the door, ensuring no one would walk in during the … meeting.

Turning back to face the man he’d been sent to see, Mac offered a wide-eyed Ronnie a smile. Cold as it was, Mac figured the guy would take this better if he was a little loosened up before the actual warning came about.

Ronnie started to stand from his desk, confusion writing heavily over his features. “Who in the hell are you?”

“I’m not important,” Mac said, rolling up the cuffs of his dress shirt.

Blood was a bitch to get out.

Maybe he’d avoid the few splatters that might occur, if it were possible.

But probably not.

“But Luca,” Mac continued, shrugging like it didn’t make a difference. “Now the boss and his money is a whole other story.”

For the first time since Mac entered Ronnie’s office, he saw the first trickle of genuine fear light up the man’s eyes.

“I-I have his—”

“They all say that,” Mac interrupted, knowing what the man was going to say.

Bullshit excuses.

Another stall tactic.

“Fact is,” Mac said, keeping an eye on Ronnie in case he grabbed for something to attack with, “… you’re two weeks late, according to the boss. And he was nice enough to fund your little project because apparently, you go way back. Now you’re ducking and dodging Luca like it’s what you do for a living.”

Mac chuckled, waving around at the office.

“Clearly, you work in another business, and you’re not very good at the ducking and dodging game,” Mac finished with another smooth, cold smile.

“Let me call Luca,” the man said quickly. “Please, we’re friends. He’ll understand, I’m sure.”

Mac sighed.

Luca didn’t care who a person was—friend, family, or enemy.

If someone owed him something, they owed him.

“Just let me make this easy,” Mac said. “You’ve only got to bleed, after all. Nobody says you’re going to fucking die from it. Now, if you make it hard on me, that’s going to be a problem, and it’ll probably hurt a lot more. Do us both a favor here, and let me get this over with.”

Ronnie opened his mouth to say something, his gaze darting to the windows, the door, and then to Mac.
 
Mac knew that look. It was the look of a man trying to find his way out.
 
Well, he had news for the guy.
 
“Make a single sound, and I will cut your tongue out,” Mac said quietly. “There is no where to run, and very few people left in the building. So unless you want your associates to know how you’ve been doing underground business with a mafia boss, I suggest you let me do what I came here to do.”
Simple, right?


Mac knew it would be—it always was. 




Friday, September 30, 2016

GANGSTER MOLL



   

Hey everyone,

     I have been missing in action from my blog for quite a spell now. Life tends to get in the way. Good news is I'm back and today my co-author Bethany-Kris and I are sharing the blurb for Gangster Moll, Book 2 of the Gun Moll series. Enjoy!


As a newly Made Capo in the Pivetti Crime Family, all eyes are on James “Mac” Maccari, and not for a particularly good reason. The way to his new position in the family was paved with blood, and that left some all too suspicious of where—or who—he might be going after next. Mac isn’t interested in playing to the politics of other Made men or Cosa Nostra. His only goal is to keep his promise and be waiting for his gun moll when she’s finally released from prison.

Until all hell breaks loose … again.

Fresh off her six month sentence, Melina Morgan is all too ready to get back to life, and Mac. The mafia life has been one learning curve after another, but with Mac at her side, there’s nothing that they can throw at her that she can’t handle. Even with a ring on her finger, and a new last name to go with it, Melina won’t be domesticated. But with a man like Mac, he wasn’t exactly looking for that kind of a woman, anyway.

Sometimes, wedding bells bring bloodstains …

When directed attacks start to happen, taking the lives of some of the highest Made men in the Pivetti family, distrust and unrest begins to breed throughout the ranks. Someone is making a move on the boss’s seat, and it seems far too easy to put the blame at Mac’s feet when every single attack is somehow connected to him. All over again, Mac and Melina find they’re fighting an uphill battle to keep each other safe and survive.

But this time, they might not be fighting alone …

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32319864-gangster-moll

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Devious Little Lies- Chapter Excerpt Share



                              Today I'm sharing a chapter excerpt from Devious Little Lies. Enjoy!

                                
                                           Chapter Fifteen
 
“How long have you been watching me?”

“Long enough to know you’re upset,” he said.

He was in the shallow end of the pool with the water barely up to his waist, staring at her as if she was the only thing in his universe.

“I’m fine,” she lied.

“No you’re not. I heard you inside.”

He made a move towards her and she put up her hand to stop him from advancing.

“You were spying on me?”

He stopped and crossed his arms. An annoyed look marred his face. “I didn’t have to. I’m surprised the whole block didn’t hear you screaming.”

“I wasn’t…” she started to say, but quickly closed her mouth. What was the point in telling another lie? She treaded to the middle of the pool as her tears came again. Rena didn’t fight them because right now she could care less if the whole world saw her crying. She was past being able to hold in her pain. Closing her eyes she turned away and cried. A few moments later, strong arms were holding her and she was pressed against his chest.

“It’s okay, Rena. You’re not alone.”

Wrapping her arms around Shane she cried harder, pressing her face into the curve of his neck. His hands caressed her back slowly. It felt wonderful to have someone hold her and care about her pain. She stopped crying long enough to look at him. He brushed a lock of hair from her face.

“Why do you care so much?”

Shane’s hand cupped her cheek. “We’re friends.”

“We barely know each other.”

“We know each other enough. Now, tell me what’s got you so upset?”

His eyes implored her to confide in him and she wanted to. Sometimes it was so hard to hold onto everything.

“Come on. You can tell me anything,” he coaxed.

A small smile touched Shane’s lips as his hands stopped caressing her back. Instead they hovered just above her ass, in territory neither safe nor appropriate. Suddenly she was hyperaware of exactly how close they were and how right it felt to be in his arms.

“My husband…I’m not sure if we should stay married any longer.”

His eyebrows lifted in surprise. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Forget it. I shouldn’t be talking to you about this.”

She tried to disengage from the circle of his arms, but he stopped her.

“I told you when we first met that your husband didn’t deserve you. What did it take for you to finally realize that?”

The bluntness of his statement jolted her, but he was right. So right.

“I think I’ve realized that over the past few years.”

“Then why do you stay with him?”

“It’s complicated,” she hedged.

“Is it really?”

His hands slid lower until he was cupping her ass. She should tell him to stop and then slap the holy hell out of him for daring to get fresh with her, but she didn’t. Tonight she just didn’t care.

“Yes. A part of me still loves him, but a bigger part hates him so much.”

“Where is your husband, Rena? Is he always away on business?” Shane asked.

She laughed, a harsh bitter sound to even her own ears. “Business? That’s what got him in trouble in the first place. My husband is in a federal penitentiary serving fifteen years.”

“Wow. That’s a lot. How long has he been in?”

“Five years.”

“Rena…” his voice trailed off.

“I know, it’s a long time.”

“Too long. How long were you married before he went in?”

“Five years.”

“And were they happy?” he probed.

“The first three were.”

Shane shook his head. “That’s not good enough. What happened?”

“He wanted children, a son specifically, and I couldn’t give him one. One that lived anyway.”

Shane’s eyes were soft as he pulled her even closer. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and she tried to ignore how her nipples hardened.

“You miscarried?” he asked, his tone soft.

“Three miscarriages after our stillborn son, Reno. That’s why you heard me laying into Tony. Yesterday would’ve been our son’s ninth birthday and my bastard husband didn’t even
bother to call. He wants to pretend like our baby never even existed.”

She swallowed back tears as his lips pressed to her forehead. Rena couldn’t remember a time she’d ever felt anything so sweet.
                                                              ***********
 
Tony Rosetti was a real bastard and a federal penitentiary was too good for him. What kind of man punished his wife for her inability to have a child? Shane knew the answer to that question. A man that was the scum of the earth. Rena needed to unyoke herself from her husband before it was too late.

He kissed her forehead from left to right. A soft sigh escaped her mouth as his kisses moved lower to the bridge of her nose and then the soft tip. He eased back to look at Rena. Her eyes were dark and there was a pronounced flush on her cheeks. Against his chest he could feel the increase in her breathing and the hard pebbles of her nipples. She was aroused, heartbroken, and vulnerable and Shane couldn’t remember a time he’d ever wanted a woman more.

Her tongue swiped across her bottom lip and he couldn’t take it any longer. His lips crashed down on hers and nothing else in his world mattered. Mouth opening, his tongue dove inside to taste her sweetness. Rena’s tongue met his and he sucked on it softly. He grew hard as she moaned against his mouth. If he couldn’t have her he was likely to combust.
Lord help me.
                                                         **********************
Rena’s body burned like a flame as Shane kissed her. His lips were firm and hot against hers, desperate for her kiss. As their tongues dueled, she could feel how hard he was for her. His kiss was all consuming and she reveled in it. He kissed her like a man who knew exactly what he wanted and that was her. Only her.

She gripped his shoulders, holding him tighter and kissing him harder. He lifted her against his rampant desire and they rubbed slowly against one another. Deliciously slow. His hands were gripping her ass tight enough to leave a mark, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything except the way he was making her feel.

Shane’s lips left hers and trailed down her neck. The feel of his tongue made her moan and as his mouth went lower and lower, her heart squeezed tight in anticipation. Her chest
heaved and then his lips were there kissing across the top of her breasts. With a deft hand he freed her right breast and began to suckle at the same time his other hand slid inside her bikini bottoms to toy with her clit.

“Shane…mmmm.”

His tongue laved around her nipple before he suckled her hard again. Rena couldn’t help herself as she pressed closer to the hand that was rubbing her clit with vigor. She could feel the pressure building at the base of her spine as the tiny flicks of pleasure started to get more intense. When the orgasm ripped through her body, Rena held onto Shane as the only stable thing in her universe. She convulsed as the pleasure spasms rocked her body to the core.