A.M. Romano

Reality is just a starting point for A.M. Romano, as she’s driven by a lifelong obsession where everyday rules don’t apply, building worlds that are born in the shadows, and ancient magic wakes up, sprawling universes are created and breathless paranormal romances blur the line between myth and reality. Stories filled with ghosts, spirits and deep seated family secrets keep readers turning pages, where monsters are real and love is the ultimate magic, and where there's just a little bit of danger compared to the ordinary everyday routine.She’s a happily married mother of two, residing in the northeast USA. For she once enjoyed a life of helping others in a now retired career of dental hygiene, now, when not weaving mysterious things on the keyboard or plotting high stakes quests, she can be found creating beautiful outdoor living, landscape spaces for others enjoyment.Blessed to be able to stay home and pursue her passion for creating written works that are highly inspired by her research and dabblings in areas of her curiosities. Bring on the coffee and wine, thrillers and southern novels, although her reading choices are quite eclectic and depend on the season or her mood. Gathering with family and friends is important to her, whether it's with fine cuisine or making pizzas, it's all great! A lover of nature, walks, health and wellness, traveling, mysterious things, photography, reading, listening to the composer John Williams, blues, jazz, classic rock and roll, she’s a Gen -Xer through and through.When she’s not reveling in family time, she can be found seeking inspiration in old historic places and dreaming up the next great adventure.

"An epic, dark multicultural fantasy adventure featuring secret tribal lore, deep family bonds, and terrifying monsters…"

"A cozy, atmospheric New Orleans paranormal romance featuring a fierce senior protagonist proving love and magic have no age limit."

"Where The Summer Ghosts Dewll"

There is a specific ghost that only haunts the shorelines as the seasons shift, carried on the first warm winds of a long summer...

It lives in the memory of endless beach days spent with family and friends, where the afternoon was measured only by the crunch of potato chips and the taste of sand-dusted sandwiches. It is a time locked in the heavy warmth of hot summer nights, thick with the scent of freshly mowed grass and the rich, smoky drift of a charcoal grill. We lived for the thrill of the drive-in, packed into cars with family and snacks to watch epic movies under a canopy of rising stars.As the days rolled into family vacations and backyard BBQ’s, time stretched out until it felt infinite. We stayed outside until the street lights flickered awake, our bare feet stained by green grass or caked in cool sand. The night belonged to us- a kingdom of hide- and- seek champions, fueled by the cold shock of backyard pools, jumping through sprinklers, and sliding down slick slip -n- slides. When darkness finally won, the adventures simply shifted to camping out by the orange flow of crackling fire pits.Decades fade, but those summers remain preserved in amber. Even now, sleeping with the windows open and listening to the steady rhythmic chorus of the crickets, those spirits feel entirely alive. We don’t really leave those sun-drenched days behind; we just carry them with us, waiting for the air to warm up again so we can visit the places where the summer ghosts dwell.

Currently In The Inkwell

...Mapping out a new project built on the raw grit, neon glow, and rebellious spirit of our youth.It is a journey back to a definitive time when we lived fast, stayed out until the streetlights came on, and questioned everything. More details to come when the ink dries...