Tuesday, July 1, 2025

#BookReview ~ Midnight Myths and Magic: A Paranormal Romance Collection ~ #1001DarkNights #ParanormalRomance #PNR ~ Donna Grant, Gena Showalter, Heather Graham & Lara Adrian

Step into a world where myths and magic come alive after dark.

Midnight Myths and Magic: A Paranormal Romance Collection, a steamy, mesmerizing romance collection, part of the 1001 Dark Nights Trope Collection from New York Times & USA Today bestselling authors Donna Grant, Gena Showalter, Heather Graham & Lara Adrian is available now!

 

Step into a world where myths and magic come alive after dark. Midnight Myths and Magic brings together paranormal creatures, gods, and legends in a thrilling collection of otherworldly romances. From dragons to demons, angels to haunted houses, each story will take you beyond the veil and into a realm of passion and mystery.

Includes:
Dragon Fever by Donna Grant
The Darkest Captive by Gena Showalter
Haunted House by Heather Graham
Tempted By Midnight by Lara Adrian

My Review:

As a lover of all things paranormal romance, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on the Midnight Myths and Magic Collection by 1001 Dark Nights. Each novella is hot and full of smexy romance and wonderful characters. 

I loved all four stories, their heroes and heroines, settings, and their journeys to a happily-ever-after. The stories are so captivating and engaging. The Collections give readers a taste of an author and a series to draw you into new worlds.

I was provided with a copy of this book. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review. The opinions I have expressed are my own.

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Keep reading for a look inside Midnight Myths and Magic: A Paranormal Romance Collection

Dragon Fever

Rachel knew it was wrong to stay with Asher, but every time she tried to talk herself into leaving, she couldn’t manage it. She was comfortable with his strong arms around her. He made her feel sheltered and secure.

Odd since he was the thing she was supposed to be afraid of.

How had it happened? How had she found herself in his bed? There had been a brief second when she saw his dragon tattoo where she recalled what her goal was. Then she promptly forgot all about it when he kissed her again.

She didn’t want to admit it, especially not to herself, but she had a feeling she experienced her first run-in with desire. And it had been glorious.

That could be the only reason. Why else couldn’t she keep her hands off him or her clothes on? What other reason was there for her to keep kissing him? Or for her to want him to make love to her? Or to forget about protection?

“It wasn’t just the desire, it was the absolute pleasure she found in his arms. The man––dragon––must be a master. Then again, if she’d been around since the beginning of time, she’d be a master at sex too.

The suite was quiet as Asher slept. A part of her had actually wondered if the Dragon Kings did sleep, but she had her answer. She turned onto her back and stared at the ceiling.

She was up to her neck in this shit. And that’s what it was. Shit.

Not once had she ever used her body for a story. Though, technically, she hadn’t actually used her body. It had been freely given because there had been no way she was walking away from such amazing kisses.

He wasn’t supposed to be this wonderful. He was gallant and charming and a true gentleman. It was an act. She needed to remember that. It was all just an act so that the Dragon Kings could continue on as they always had.

The Darkest Captive

Like you don’t know. If ever Galen had created a woman from scratch, he would have used Legion as the template. She had the dangerous curves of a femme fatale, topped off with a silky waterfall of dark blonde curls his hands itched to fist. Black spiky lashes framed eyes the color of whiskey—eyes just as intoxicating. Lush red lips tempted all who gazed upon them, silently promising to escort sinners to heaven.

Her personality only added to her appeal. With a tantalizing vicious streak, an affinity for anything princess, surprising strengths, and agonizing vulnerabilities, she suited needs Galen had never known he’d had.

He needed to get her into his bed. Gentleman extraordinaire, he would only keep her there a few months. Maybe a few years. A mere blip when you were immortal. After he’d touched and tasted every inch of her, taken her in every position imaginable, and brought her to climax, oh, about a thousand times, her effect on him would be neutralized, probably, and he could focus his energy on war. So simple. So easy.

But first, he had to save her life.

Haunted House

It had to be a prank.

A prank, a prank, a prank…

But it wasn’t. She had just leaned against the wall, and it had proven to be false with perhaps two feet behind it. And there, shoved against the old brick and structural beams held up by the jagged structure of the real wall, was the skeleton.

People had warned her. Most of them would be laughing as they considered the tales of the Brim House to be nothing but urban legends created with the use of a wee bit of history. A woman had died in the original home that had stood here during the infamous witch trials. She hadn’t been executed, but she had suffered so seriously from malnutrition and disease while being held in the crowded jail that she had just made it home after her relatives painfully scraped together the money to pay her jail fees, only to die shortly after.

Then, there had been the murder. A family member, luring an old enemy to the house…

So many tales.

Some true. Some purely fabricated.

Well, this—this skull and these bones—they were old. Very old, she thought. Because it was all held together with jagged brick and the remnants of whatever the person had been wearing. She couldn’t even tell if they had been male or female—not even in the strange glaring light and shadow of the flashlight. She played the light beyond the eerie skull and bone and rotting bits of fabric on the thing and showed that more lay behind it, buried behind what no one had apparently known was a false wall.

The beams were old, lines of time etched into them. Perhaps old building markers, splinters of wood jaggedly sticking here and there on…no. Please, no.

More? Dear God, she could see…flesh.

Tempted by Midnight

His vision honed in on that thin scarlet ribbon, everything Breed in him responding with keen, inhuman interest. The fact that she was a Breedmate made her blood an exponentially greater temptation to one of his kind.

Melena’s blood carried the subtle fragrance of caramel and something sweeter still...dark cherries, Lazaro decided, his lungs soaking in a deeper breath even though it was torment to his senses.

His fangs punched out of his gums, throbbing against the firmly closed line of his lips. His vision sharpened some more, his irises throwing off a rising amber glow that bathed her paleness in warmer light. His own skin prickled with the sudden surge of heat in his veins.

If Melena opened her eyes now, she’d see him fully transformed to the bloodthirsty, otherworldly being he truly was.

If she opened her pretty, bright green eyes, she would know that his desire for her didn’t stop at just her blood. He didn’t want to think what kind of base creature he was that he could feel lust and hunger for a bruised, bloodied woman who’d just lost her father and nearly her own life too.

The truth was, he’d felt these same urges back on the yacht too. He hadn’t wanted to admit it then either.
For all he knew, she could belong to another Breed male. Hell, she could already be blood-bonded to someone, a thought that should’ve relieved him rather than put a rankle in his brow. It would be pointless to let himself wonder, then or now. He wasn’t about to act on either of his unwanted needs. 

Least of all with a woman bearing the Breedmate mark.

Since Ellie’s death, he’d found other women to service him when required. Humans who understood the limits of his interest. More importantly, humans he could feed from without the shackle of a blood bond.

Instead here he was, shackled to the rescue and safekeeping of a woman he didn’t fully trust and had no right to desire.

 

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