As promised, the prologue for LOST & BROKEN

 As always you guys get to read it first!

 

 

 

             ~Prologue~

                           Kentucky

                      Hesser Plantation
                     Nineteen Fourteen

           

God! She couldn’t handle the creaking anymore. It was beginning to drive her absolutely insane. If she didn't know any better, she would think that the house was haunted.

How was that even possible?

There was just no way.

Hesser Plantation that old, so there shouldn’t be anything creaking or groaning. No one died here, so how could they have a ghost?

Climbing out of their bed, she crept as quietly as possible to the cradle. Once there, she stared down at the little baby sleeping safely inside.

He was her pride and joy.

Her only son.

Gently tucking him back in, she glanced over to the now vacant bed. At one time, she would enjoy coming here to sleep. Now, that wasn’t true. When her husband lost his favorite little piece of fluff, he became almost unbearable. It was as if he blamed her for the trollup running away.

Who knew that he had so much of an attachment to the little whore he bedded in his free time? Maybe if she was a chambermaid, he might actually see and pay attention to her once more.

The most astounding part was that as of yet, her husband hadn’t replaced his mistress. Certainly, he should be able to do it without much effort. After all, she was nothing more than a local girl who worked in their scullery cleaning up after their family, and tending the bedrooms.

What he even saw in that blonde piece of trash, she had no idea. Her parents barely spoke in complete sentence as they toiled away in the fields. How he could ever even be attracted to her, appalled and astounded her. It had to be the fact that she’d open her legs for any rich man who passed her by.

Well, she had news for her. The man of this house wouldn’t be divorcing his high society wife to shack up with some waste of skin and bones.

Unfortunately though, now that she was gone, he was miserable as sin. Thankfully, he had taken the time out of his busy fornicating life to impregnate his wife. At least now she had a rightful heir to their family fortune. Her future was ensured the second a son was born into the Hesser family.

She did what no one else had rightfully done. She’d given him a legitimate child to carry his name and bloodline.

Kudos for her.

Then, anger filled her. When she had found that the little trollup was pregnant with her husband’s child, she wanted to retch. No, she wanted to grab her greasy blonde hair and bash her head off the floor that she scrubbed. Well, fortunately for everyone involved, that situation was handled. It wasn’t hard to scare the little piece of trash into submission. The night that baby was born, it was taken and sent off.

There would be no Hesser child unless it was born from her womb. If drastic measures needed to be taken, so be it.

Thankfully, the girl’s parents were upset that their daughter had disgraced herself by getting pregnant by a married man. Once they found out, that was easily rectified. They were wise enough to know that their daughter committed an unforgivable sin. A few choice words, and they realized that her loose morals could cost them everything. When she showed up with the sheriff to terrorize them, it didn't take much. It was funny, since she would have bought the child, just to sell it off to someone in a foreign country.

Yes, that was how angry she was.

To add to it all, her husband wasn’t even told that she had given birth. The family promised the little whore would stay away and keep her mouth shut.

Or else.

That was the part she liked best. If the family wanted to lose their land, their oxen, and asses, it could be brought to fruition.

Little did he know, that this was all for the best. It wasn’t like her husband was the only one the trollup was sleeping with. Rumor around the house was that she had tried to bed her husband’s brother and cousin too. Unfortunately, he was the weaker man, unable to keep his dick in his pants. Had she known that he was like this before she married him, there never would have been a wedding.

Who was she kidding?

That almost made her laugh out loud.

Her husband was the wealthiest bastard in Kentucky. She would have married him anyway. Allowing him to have his little side pieces was fine with her. It meant less time that she had to tolerate his voracious sexual habits.

Thankfully, he managed to give them a son. At least she could look past having to sleep with him because of that. Even after thinking it, there was a little piece of her that mourned their marriage. She was stupid to believe all the sweet words he had once whispered in her ear when they were courting.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Moving back to their bed, she once more heard the sound. Since she was alone, it terrified her. It sounded like weeping.

But how could that be?

The hired help lived downstairs or in the other building, so no one was in the rooms surrounding hers. This floor was exclusively for her and the man of the house. The private wing was off limits to anyone but them.

Walking to the balcony, she stared out at the plantation that was legally half hers. They had an empire here, and she was damn glad. It was perfect, and that’s the way she liked it. In her life, there could be no distractions to ruin it. Some might call her ambitious, but she knew the truth. Love brought her into this marriage, but business made her stay.

She just wouldn’t have it any other way.

Yet, that was another lie. She would trade it all to go back in time to when he loved her.

Really, truly loved her.

Again, she heard the noise but this time, it sounded like singing. No one would dare be making noise at this time of night near their room. If they woke the baby, they would be immediately terminated.

Glancing around, she listened to the sound and prayed that he would come home. Even if he was drunk, it would mean that she wasn’t going to have to be there alone. Sometimes you needed to take the lesser of the two evils in life.

Every evening, after the trollup’s disappearance, the house scared her. It seemed to come alive with some noise. In her mind, she knew that was impossible. There had to be a rational reason. Possibly the grand plantation was settling. All the new wood was finding its final resting place, or maybe she was a witch and cursed them before she left.

There were no such things as ghosts, and yet, she swore that she had seen one. Not face to face, but from the corner of her eye.

It was always in passing.

It seemed to speculatively watch her. Wherever she would go, or take the baby, the spirit would follow.

A cool breeze wafted in through the window, blowing the sheer curtains around. They appeared to be hands, reaching for her. In fact, the cold icy touch caressed her skin and gave her goose bumps.

It was June, and it shouldn’t be this chilly.

Then, she heard the laughter and knew she wasn’t alone. There was someone there with her. She could feel the malevolent eyes watching her.

Spinning around, she scanned the room and finally picked up the sight, albeit diminished by the lack of light in the room. What she saw scared and terrified her. The cradle, untouched by human hands, began rocking. It swayed as if someone was standing beside it and lovingly tending to the sleeping babe.

Her heart began pounding.

Not her child!

Her job as a mother was to guard her babe at any cost!

There was more laughter, and then the gentle sound of a lullaby being sung. It was one which she remembered all too well. It was the same dreaded melody which his mistress sang to her newborn child, just before it was taken away. It spoke of love and holding onto the child forever.

This couldn’t be.

She was gone.

The whore had run away!

It had been handled by her personally!

Much like it started, the song stopped without warning. In its place were the horrible wails of her child, calling out in some kind of agony. Every mother knew her child’s cries, and something was hurting her little angel.

The babe continued to wail, and the sounds pierced the night, shattering the silence. If she hadn’t been standing there, she would assume the child was in distress. The wails were becoming muffled, as if someone were placing the blanket over his face, trying to smother him in his sleep.

She needed to act!

No one could hurt her only reason to live.

Rushing to his side, she scooped him up in her arms and held him protectively against her body.

“You can’t have my son!” she screamed, holding her baby as if she were the only thing that stood between him and the end of his life.

There was more laughter, but it morphed, turning evil and malevolent.

“Leave my house! You’re not welcome here!” she demanded, as her son screamed at the top of his lungs.

The gentle caress on the back of her neck made her gasp in horror, as the cold fingers touched her flesh.

“Go away! What do you want?”

The laughter exploded around her as the curtains whipped in an angry invisible wind, found only in her bedchamber. It was as if they were reaching for her, and she was forced to take a step back to save them both.  

“I want my revenge,” the voice whispered, and then like it began, it suddenly ended.

No trace remained.

The room calmed.

There was peace.

She carried her son to the bed and stared down into his precious face. The screams had ended, and she was thankful. He stared up at her with tear filled eyes, blinking and trying to focus on the calming voice above him.

“It’s okay, my little love. No one is going to hurt you. Momma is here, and I’ll die to keep you safe.”

He stared up at her with his father’s eyes, and immediately began sucking on his fingers to sooth the fear he had been feeling.

“You’re safe,” she reassured, kissing him on his soft baby skin.

When the bed creaked, her heart began pounding in her chest. She could see the imprint of something moving across the flat duvet. Then, there was breath on her skin and a whisper in her ear.

It had her full attention.

“No, he’s not safe,” came the hushed voice. “He’s going to be mine.”

 

This time, it was her screams that filled the night.

 

 

 

 

I hope you enjoyed! Lost & Broken will be out the 16th! I hope you read it and fall more in love with the Littlemoons!

 

 

Always,

Morgan.

 

 

 

 

 

          © Copyright 2014 by Morgan Kelley LLC All rights reserved. No parts of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or in an information storage  or retrieval system without written consent from the author. All characters are fictional and any similarity to real life or individuals is coincidental.

 

 

Morning!

The new trailer for the vampyre series has just been finished, and as always you get to see it first!

I hope you enjoy it!
Don't forget that I'm giving you all back to back books in July and August for the series! I can't wait!!!!!!!!

xoxoxooxox
MK

 

Monday Morning...

Hi all!

I hope you're enjoying Love is Bleeding! I wanted to give you all a little something to get you through the weekend!

If you don't know what I'm talking about, let me tell you. I posted the prologue Saturday, and to surprise my loyal fans, I posted a link at the end. The book was actually released early, and just for you all!

YAY!

It's already gotten a few awesome reviews, and I hope you like the twists in this one, both with Paris and Tessa, and with Greyson and his brother. I do like to mix it up a bit. As to what's coming in the next book, I can't tell you yet. Sorry :(
It'll spoil this one if I go into it, so we'll just have to wait a few weeks.

On the horizon, we have Lost & Broken releasing next month. It's slotted for the 22 of May. That one won't be released early, only because it has a book tour attached to it. YAY! I can't wait.
So, I hope you're ready for the next installment of Littlemoons.

Today, I begin my final edit before Illegal Fantasies ~ Behind Closed Doors goes to Rachel for editing. She'll be working on it next week, and it's August's release. Well, that and Dangerous Choices ~ book 2 in the Vampyre series.
In June, you'll meet Jolie, Jacques and Flynn. I hope you enjoy it, and fall in love with them too.

Next month is chaos for me. I have a trip slotted for my husband and myself to get away, and I also have a field trip for three days to the sweetest place on Earth, Hershey Park. We'll be loading up the Hummer and heading there to slay some rollercoasters and get hopped up on chocolate. It's a tradition in our family, plus a school field trip. So, if any of you are in Pennsylvania riding some rides the first couple days Hershey opens, try and find me. I'll be strolling the park with Mr. Croft 1.0 and my little minions. I'll be the one with the chocolate mustache and shaking hands from the sugar rush...

When I get back, I'll be starting Sinner Revealed ~ Book 2. I can't wait to write this one. Holy crap! I've been dying to get it down on paper, but haven't been able to. (Redemption is Here had to be written first, and I have two more books to approve for release.)


Thank you all for your support.
Again, I hope you enjoy the stories and know that without you, I wouldn't be able to tell my tales. Don't forget to leave a review to let me know how I'm doing.

XOXOXOXOX

Much love, Mayhem, and Murder,

Morgan Kelley





 

As promised... The prologue to Love is Bleeding. Book 4 in the Croft & Croft Series....

You guys get the first look at it!!!!

~Prologue~ 

 

  There’s nothing worse than when your plans fall through. You could have the best intentions, and then all of a sudden, it crumbles all around you.

It didn't matter how big or small the mission. Fate has a way of screwing with everyone, even a killer.

You can strategize, plan, and structure everything to the minutest of details, and it will still go to hell in a hand basket.

Look at this situation.

The big plan was to sneak into the house, leave the bloody calling card, and escape into the quiet of the day.

Simple, right?

Only, that wasn’t what was happening.

Oh, getting into the house was fairly simple. All that had to be done was wait until the wife left to do the grocery shopping, and then get down to business. By the time she returned, with her bags of food, it would be over.

As would be her husband’s life.

Yet, that wasn’t what was destined to happen. Fate decided to throw in a monkey wrench and screw with everyone involved. Who knew that the Fed’s wife was going to forget her coupons, having to return to the quiet of the house for them?

Certainly not the killer.

Oh, but that bitch Fate, she knew.

It was all in the universe’s master plan.

For the killer, if there was any inkling that this mess was going to happen, there would have been a contingency plan. Instead, the one who broke into their quaint house was just placing the bloody handprint on the wall when there was a noise.

“Shit!”

Before there could be a hasty escape, the wife walked right into the living room and found the intruder.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, backing out carefully. Then, she saw the gun and froze. “You can have whatever you want. Please, don’t hurt me. My husband is in the FBI. He’ll find you if you hurt me!”

There was nothing but sardonic laughter that filled the room. Oh, the intruder was well aware that her husband was with the Feds. In fact, he was the reason for the visit.

She could blame him for her untimely death when they met in the afterlife.

“Move closer and don’t make a sound, or I’ll kill you.” The statement was shrouded with total lies. This woman was going to be one more on the list of those who must die.

Only, she wasn’t a target.

She was collateral damage.

“Turn around and let me tie you up. Then, I’ll be gone.”

The woman relaxed marginally, already memorizing everything about the intruder’s face. When she saw her husband, she would describe everything. After all, being the wife of a Fed meant getting the job done. This home invader didn't have a snowball’s chance in hell.

Putting on faux sweetness to mask the fear, she spoke, “Thank you for not hurting me,” she offered softly, trying to bullshit her way through the next few minutes. “I promise I won’t go to the cops.”

Which wasn’t exactly a lie.

She was going to the FBI instead.

The intruder said nothing, only flipped the gun to use the butt to do all the dirty work. With one swing, there was contact and the sick crunching of bone as metal met skull.

The woman crumbled to the ground in a heap.

Unfortunately for her, it wouldn’t end there. The strike wasn’t enough to kill, and the intruder knew the truth. There could be no loose ends, and this woman was a huge problem.

Careful not to leave any evidence behind, hands wrapped around her neck and squeezed until the shallow breathing slowly came to a stop.  

It was done.

“I’m sorry, but you came home. You weren’t supposed to die, but think of it this way- now you won’t have to attend your dear husband’s funeral. I’ve given you a gift. You’ve been spared the heartbreak of that.”

Checking her pulse to assure she was indeed dead, the killer went back to work, placing the bloody print on the wall. This day was an unmitigated disaster, and hopefully the second part would go more smoothly.

As the red dripped down the wall, the killer was incredibly proud of the plan, and the calling card being left behind. The FBI would never trace it back, since all precautions were taken. Fate may like to throw everyone for a loop, but planning was key.  

The intruder wasn’t stupid.

Not by a long shot.

Stepping over the woman, lying prone on the floor, it was time to get across town to take care of the true business at hand.

Her husband.

The best agent was a dead agent.

That was for sure.

Once that trigger was pulled, there could be no mistake this time.

Justice was on the horizon for those who no longer had a voice of their own.

“Let’s get this show on the road. I have work to do.”

  

                              *   *   *

 

Across Vegas

Just Outside of Town

 

 Greyson Croft despised bullshit.

It was one of the things he didn't have much patience for in his life. His days were so jam packed with FBI related work, that the next thing he would be forced to give up, would either be sleep or sex with his wife.

Goodbye sleep.

The other option was never happening, even if he started to resemble the walking dead. A man had to have priorities, and his wife was going to be number one on that list.

Yet, that wasn’t the worst of his problems.

Now, he had some serious anger issues. There was an asshole with one mission in mind.

Infuriate the head Fed.

It pissed Greyson off to no end, that he was being called out in his own town. Maybe it was ego, or maybe it was the simple fact that the second he took the job in Vegas, he was a marked man. Either way, someone was screwing with him, and he didn't doubt that this new call was part of it.

Someone liked playing games, and he was caught in the midst of it.

As his team milled around the field, they looked for the victim who had been called in. An anonymous tip was relayed into their hotline, saying that another body had been left, and this was the location.

Only, he didn't see anything.

Well, that wasn’t true. He saw his team milling around, the ME looking befuddled, and his watch ticking away precious seconds.

Something had to be here.

For the last few weeks, they had been turning up bodies. Not just any bodies mind you, but dead Feds. After Christmas, there had been an onslaught of issues dumped onto his already burdened shoulders. For the last three weeks, there had been murdered agents left for him to find. One was taken out in the front seat of his car, another on his way into the building, and then one was even in his kitchen making coffee.

Now, Greyson was on a scavenger hunt.

The prize?

A dead comrade.

It pissed him off like nothing else. Not only because someone was killing the good guys, but because they were screwing with him. Greyson loathed jumping through hoops.

This was an affront to his manhood, and when he got his hands on the killer, heads were going to roll.

That was if they caught him.

To add insult to injury, not only was the killer taking innocent lives, but he was taunting them. At every victim’s house, he was leaving behind a calling card.

Oh, it wasn’t a love note, proclaiming a reason for the madness, but instead it was one single bloody handprint. As hard as they tried, no one could figure out the meaning. It was like trying to decipher a clue, which was still locked in the mind of a madman.

It was frustrating.

It was irritating.

It was driving him bat shit insane.

So much so, that he was losing sleep over it. At least with the last big serial killer they encountered, he had a clue why. Kris Kringle was taking a list of those he perceived to be ‘naughty and nice’. This asshole was just killing his men and leaving a handprint.

In his book, a cop killer was the lowest of low.

Something had to be done, and he’d made this his personal mission. He didn't have time to be working on it, but Greyson had a responsibility to the fallen.

To HIS men.

Glancing around the open field, he took in the surrounding area. If the killer had left a body here, then it had to be underground. It was a flat piece of land surrounded by trees and some hills in the distance. He would have had to drive in, bury the remains, and then drive out.

“Start digging,” he yelled, as his team made crisscross patterns with ground penetrating radar, trying to find the body.

Someone had to be here, and if it was a Fed, he was bringing them home.

Suddenly, there was a shout.

“Over here!” yelled one of his agents, waving frantically.

He had Greyson’s full attention as he crossed to him, but he wasn’t alone. Unfortunately, as the second his agent called out, it stirred up the media which was being held behind the crime scene tape. They were desperate for anything at that point. When the big man in Vegas headed to the field, something huge was brewing.

So, of course they were going to be there. Why wouldn’t they be? After all, they followed him everywhere he went. Home, work, the grocery store, and even when he bought gifts for his wife. The pariahs of society were dogging his every move.

“What do you have?” he asked, ignoring the calls from the TV crews and reporters. It sickened him that the media vultures were already all over this, giving this bastard what he wanted.

Attention.

It was bad enough that he had his sole focus, but now the world was his audience. If this wasn’t a priority one case, he’d be back in his office doing paperwork and day dreaming about his feisty little kitten, Emma.

Yeah, this killer was a huge asshole for so many reasons.

“We have something poking out of the ground,” Agent Jamie Price said, glancing up at her boss. She was in awe to be able to work with the man. When she transferred out from the east coast, she wanted into his division in the worst way. Everyone heard about the ‘Ice King’ and his closure rate. Yeah, he was tough, but that was okay. She wanted to be the best, and working under him was the way to do it.

Besides, it was easy to go to work every day when the scenery was this fine. From her boss’s staggering gray eyes to his sexily tousled black hair, it made everything else fall away. Granted, he was a married man, but all the ladies on his staff liked to check out Greyson Croft.

You had to be blind or dead to not notice him.

Maybe it was that scar across his cheek, or the whiskey smooth voice, which gave a girl chills. Everyone found something different to like about him, but one thing was for damn sure.

His wife was a lucky woman.

“What is it?” he asked, crouching down beside the ME and his agents.

It was the doctor who spoke first, “Director, I think we’ve found your body,” he said, touching the protruding object with his gloved fingers.

Croft glanced over at the man. “Doctor Bentley, get your team to dig him up ASAP. I want to know who we have, so we can find this asshole and stop the games.”

The ME knew the Fed well enough to see he wasn’t in the mood for chitchat. He and Croft were building a pretty decent relationship between them. Granted, the man was still suspicious of him and his friendship with Emma, but it was getting better. At least now, they could have some banter and easy conversation.

Then again, could he blame the man? When you found love, you had to hold onto it with all you had. While Emma Croft was one of his closest friends at work, he had no sexual attraction to her whatsoever. With any luck, Greyson Croft would figure that out, and he could add him to his small circle of friends. 

Hopefully.

“Step back, Director, and we’ll get right on it,” he replied, waving his team of techs over. They would start the long tedious process of extricating the body from the makeshift grave.

Croft did just that, as he pulled out his phone and began ripping off text messages to the rest of his team. He was bumping this to priority one. At this point, he didn't care what everyone was working on. If they were in-house, they were pulling duty on this one. He’d justify the overtime to his bosses later. Already, they knew what he was dealing with and had offered their support.  

As he moved to give the team room, Greyson could hear the calls from the media and chose to ignore them. As long as he kept his back to them, they couldn’t get any on-air shots of his face, and the anger plastered there.

Hate was more like it.

You’d think by now they’d know him well enough. He wasn’t going to give them jack shit, but they couldn’t let it go.

No, wouldn’t let it go.

When they began throwing out his wife’s name, he fought not to spin around and give them all hell. Greyson knew they were well aware of his one weakness, and that they would use it. Instinct won over intelligence. With a quick glance at them, the look must have said it all, because the noise quieted down.

“Director, excuse me,” said Agent Lester Williams, getting his bosses attention.

“Yes, Agent?”

“I have the report in on the last victim,” he offered, pulling out his phone to start breaking it down for his boss. For the last few hours, he’d been working tirelessly on it in an effort to impress the man.

“Let me hear what you have,” Croft said, moving to face him. As his back remained to the crowd, Lester Williams had a bird’s eye view.

“They’re crazy,” he muttered, staring over his boss’s shoulder.

“Yeah, almost as nutty as this killer. I hope you have something we can use, because I’m getting damn tired of this bullshit.”

Yeah, everyone was well aware that with each dead Fed, Greyson Croft was one step closer to losing his mind. “Yes, sir,” he said, as he began relaying his report.

 

                              *   *   *

 

Sitting in the distance, the killer watched the FBI in their spiffy blue and gold jackets. If they only knew that wearing them to a crime scene made them easier targets, they wouldn’t be so willing to sport the team colors.

Now would they?

Just aligning themselves with the most corrupt entity on the planet made them easy pickings. Pulling the trigger had been incredibly easy the last three weeks, since it was all in the spirit of an eye for an eye.

Who could point the finger of blame, when the job at hand was wiping the corrupt from the game?

This was a mission which couldn’t be turned down.

It was in the blood.

It was a calling.

Staring down the sight of the Remington M24 sniper rifle, the next victim was picked out. It was easy to find him in the crowd as he stood there among the others. When the time was right, he’d be meeting his maker and taking his sins to a higher power.

Then, he’d be judged by God for the crimes he committed.

That would be justice enough.

Hell was certainly going to be one hot place to spend the rest of his sin-filled afterlife.

Getting ready, the killer let out the held breath, focused on the target, and prepared to make the kill.

Revenge was coming, and it was well past due.

Nothing could stop it now. Those who committed the crime needed to suffer, and this was the only way to pay for their sins.

The game was in play, and the victory would go to those who were on the side of justice.

The bolt slid back and the killer’s finger was on the trigger, ready to make history.

In three.

Two.

One….

 

PS.
SURRRRRRRPRRRRIIIIZZZZEEEEE!
I hope you liked the preview. If you're reading this, you're also the first to know that it's been released! You can find it here.  Because I love you all best, you get a day head start!

 

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Love is Bleeding is coming!

Stop in Sunday to read the prologue! As always, you guys get it first!


Here's the rest of 2014's schedule.


Love is Bleeding - Croft & Croft   April.

Lost & Broken  - Littlemoon    May/June

Dangerous Revelations  Harcourte Vampyre series  July

Dangerous Choices Book 2 Harcourte Vampyre series Aug.

Illegal Fantasies Anthology - all your favorite characters. Aug.

Redemption is Here - FBI  September

Sinner Realized (book 2) Carter Chronicles - Nov

Romance Under Arrest Anthology - all your favorite characters Dec.


Sorry I've been so busy! I'm trying to gear up for the above schedule to get you all through the summer!

Much Love, Mayhem, and Murder,

Morgan.

Sinner Repent is here!!!!!

It's released!

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!

Here's the link on Amazon to the ebook. The paperback will be on amazon by Friday.

Don't forget to leave a review and tell me what you think!

Have fun!!!!!


Much love, Mayhem, and Murder,

Morgan.

Prologue from the new book, Sinner Repent.

Hi all!
Like I promised, here is the prologue to my newest release, Sinner Repent. In Consumed by Wrath, we met Doctor Callista Gaines. Now, you get to find out her back story and how she became Ethan Blackhawk's therapist.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it!!! It'll be available by THIS Friday!!!!! So, come on back on March 14th and I'll give you the Amazon links!

So begins my story...

     I’m Callista Carter.

                ~ Prologue ~

                 Saturday Late Evening

 

As Sissy Parker slowly began to wake, she had no idea where she was, or how she ended up there. Trying to move her arms, Sissy could tell they were restrained above her head, and immediately began to panic.

Struggling to get her bearings, Sissy blinked rapidly, trying to take everything in. All around her there were candles and shadows. Deep down, she had this building feeling of horror, as she could sense that there were malevolent eyes watching her from the creepy darkness.

She knew that something bad was coming.

As the fear rushed through her, Sissy’s body shook in terror at all the possible scenarios that were forming in her head. Having a wild imagination wasn’t her friend at that moment.

It was her worst nightmare.

Getting her bearings, she knew what to do.

Sissy screamed.

What caught her completely off guard, was when no one tried to stop her frantic wails for help. Instead, she was met with laughter.  

Sick.

Horrible.

Terrifying laughter.

Finally, after a brief amount of time passed, the first shadow stepped forward. Sissy stared at the figure, trying to adjust to the dim light in the room.

“Who are you?” she asked, her voice shaking.

Certainly, this had to be some kind of bad dream. Any second now, she would wake up.

There was no answer to her question, and that scared her just as much as what she suspected to be the truth. In fact, the silence was chilling.

“Please, what do you want from me? Why am I here?” she begged softly, as the words came out more like a whimper.

The figure moved forward, running a hand slowly down her naked body.

Sissy tried to pull away from the whisper light caress. At that point, she would have dislocated her own limbs to move out of her abductor’s reach.

“Stop! You’re scaring me. This isn’t funny. What am I doing here?”

Laughter came from another direction in the darkness, and Sissy whipped her head toward the sound.

Oh God! There was more than one!

At that moment, Sissy knew that she was in some serious shit. Even she wouldn’t be able to talk her way out of it with her pretty smile and nice clothes.

“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?” she screamed, as two other figures moved into the dim light beside the first one.

They were all clothed in hooded black robes tied with red silk belts. The first figure, the one who had touched her, must have been the leader, as that robe didn’t match the others.  

“We are The Brethren of the Blood.”

That didn’t sound good at all. In fact, that sounded bad.

REAL BAD.

“What do you want with me?” she asked, scared out of her pretty little mind. The last thing that she remembered was a sharp pain in the back of her head, and then…

She woke.

Naked.

Bound.

And in big trouble.

“We’re here to cleanse the sins which are suffocating our town.”

Sissy glared at the figures who were moving into a circle around the table she was lying on. The tears came as she pleaded for her life.

“I’ll do anything if you let me go. Please, this has to be some kind of mistake. You have the wrong person!”

“No, Sissy, we have the right one. You’re a vile example of humanity, and we’re here to fix what’s broken.”

Suddenly, the words registered. “What do you mean cleanse? How are you going to do that?”

“We’ll make you our offering, purifying the town of the first sin.” They began moving around her, touching her naked flesh with their hands.

“Please,” she begged.

At the contact, the bound woman began getting more agitated. Her face was etched with desperation.

And yet, they paid her no mind.

Sissy began to struggle, pulling at the bonds holding her to the table. She knew she needed to fight.

“There’s no use in struggling. We’ll do what needs to be done, and then make our offering.”

Reality hit, as Sissy finally understood what they were going to do to her. In the back of her mind, the logical part of her brain was warning her of what was to come. The confusion was finally overcome, and now it demanded she flee.

“What…are…you…” She didn't get to finish.

The maniacal laughter was enough to tell the tale.

Sissy was going to be murdered.

“No, please! I’ll do whatever you want! Please don’t kill me!”  The begging had escalated and was now more desperation than anything else.

More laughter emanated from the circle, as they moved closer to the woman. Her struggles only incited them, making the inevitable more enticing to them.

The first figure began opening the red robe as Sissy stared in horror, shocked to see who lay beneath the hood.

It couldn’t be!

There was no conceivable way that what she was seeing was true.

“Oh, God, no,” she whispered at the thought of what was about to happen.

“It’s too late to call his name now.”

The other two joined in with laughter.

Looking up into the face, it was completely void of any emotion. It was as if there was no concept that what was coming was wrong.

One by one, they each undid their robes.

Horrifyingly, they were all familiar. Sissy knew each of them personally.

Trying to get their sympathy, she gazed into each set of eyes and pleaded her case. “No! Why me?” she asked. “I never did anything to hurt you!”

Her words fell on deaf ears as they moved toward her naked body.

Sissy started to scream, praying that someone would hear and rescue her. Before long, Sissy could feel something being stuffed into her mouth. It was then taped shut with a large piece of duct tape.

Her body reacted. Immediately, she began gagging as the tears stung her eyes.

“Hood her,” said the first figure, picking up a shiny silver blade. The intent was to let Sissy Parker see it as her final memory in this world. From the look on her face, as the hood was drawn over her features, it did what it was intended to do.

There was nothing but fear present, as the end came closer.

Sinners needed to pay.

Sissy tried to cry out in pain, as the razor sharp knife began tearing through her body. From the motions, she could feel something being carved into her flesh.

The blackness surrounded her, as what little she could see swam in swirls. It was coming to swallow her.

Her only thought was how grateful she was that once in the abyss, she wouldn’t feel any more agony.

As the three cloaked figures stood around Sissy’s body, they began the long awaited ritual. It was now underway.

The Brethren had deemed her life forfeited.

She was unclean.

Sissy was the first one chosen.

There were words spoken over her as blood rushed, gushed, and spilled on the ground.

As it coated her body, the room was heavily tinged with the scent of copper pennies. The only thing lingering there, which was more powerful, was the silence.

In absence of all talking, one message was clear.

It was just the beginning, and they enjoyed every second of what they had just done.

This was power.

This was strength.

This was… perfect.

 

When the ritual had ended, they moved Sissy’s barely alive body to the field out past Walker’s Point. They found the perfect spot and laid her in the grass.

Who knew how long it would take the law to find her body? Yet, if it was meant to be, it would happen.

The leader of the group pulled the black hood from Sissy’s head and stared down at the wide-eyed look on her face. It was quite obvious that she had suffered greatly.

Now, it was time to end it. With one slice to her neck, the blood trickled out and coated the message sickly.

With a gasp, she struggled for her last breath, as her life ebbed away.

This woman fought for life, every step of the way.

For that, they were grateful.

Stepping back, the three stared down at their masterpiece and admired their handiwork.

Sissy Parker may have been the first one to die, but practice didn't have to make perfect.

They had done it to the letter of their law.

At first there was worry about making a mistake, but that had long since passed. Their only hope was, as the next ones came to them, that they too, would each be just as special.

No one said anything as they turned to leave.

Each of the three were living in the moment, in their own way, and committing this night to memory.

Everything had changed, and now there was no turning back to what used to be.

As they left the beautiful woman alone in the wet grass, the next mission would be to head home and climb into their warm beds. There was nothing but pure unadulterated satisfaction filling them. Hopefully, they would each be able to sleep, despite the adrenaline still surging over a job well done.

This sacrifice was going down in the books.

With one glance back, the moon eerily shone down on the destroyed life of Sissy Parker. Even from where they stood, the final ominous word was visible.

Each saw ‘PRIDE’, carved grotesquely into her chest, and they were jubilant.

Now, everyone would see her for her true sin.

There would be no doubt as to what had caused her death.

 

This was on her, and it was only beginning.

 

 

© Copyright 2014 by Morgan Kelley LLC All rights  reserved.

 No parts of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or in an information storage or retrieval system without written consent from the author.

All characters and locations are fictional and any similarity to real life or individuals is coincidental.

 

Book two in the Carter Chronicles will be out for Christmas!!!! Then, you'll meet Luke and learn about his journey with Maura.

 

 

Sinner Repent is coming soon!

I'm so excited! Sinner Repent is on its way next week! (I hope! lol)
I can't wait for you to meet Callie and Quinn. She's eventually Ethan's shrink in Consumed by Wrath, and she's going to be in a few other books. You'll see her crossing over to the Croft series, and maybe a spin off :)
One never knows!
Next week, I'll be posting the prologue for your sneak peak!
I can't wait!!!!!

Until then, here's the two covers. One is the e-book and the other is the paperback.

The countdown is on!!!!!!

E-book

Paperback

 

Long time no write...

Morning all!

Just popping in to see how you're all doing!
It's chilly here again in the Northeast, but then again, February generally is. I really don't mind, because I'm hunkered down to work.

It's chaotic here. With the juggling act, it feels like I'm one step away from dropping the ball. Right now, Sinner Repent (1) is in the process of re-edit. When I received it back, it didn't feel right. It was choppy and not to my standard, so my awesome team took it back and ripped it apart. Now, it's days from final edit being complete, and I'm praying it 'feels' better when I do my read through.
If not, it won't be released.
I just can't do it.
I really like Callista Carter and Quinton Gaines, and I can't give them a subpar story. It's not about banging out 'ehhhh' work. It's about delivering stories I believe in. So, if the book isn't where I want it, I won't release it.

I will say, I'm a million times happier now than I was 2 weeks ago. My proofer, Rachel, dug into it and found problem areas. Now, Jennifer is doing the final edit. I like when they're mean, vicious, and brutal. (Yes, I'm sick like that. hahahahah) Corrections are being done, and we're looking at the release date to remain the same. If it's perfect, you'll see Sinner Repent 'born' on March 21st. If I can get it to you earlier, I will.

Love is Bleeding is my other project right now. It's in the process of being edited and proofed. I'll be honest. I'm scared shitless. I always am when someone reads the book for the first time. No one sees them before the editing team. So, if they hate it, I'm basically screwed. There goes 150,000 words. I'm not one to patch things up. If I hate it, or it's not to standard, it's deleted and redone. I'm praying that my team loves it, but I still have this fear. Why you ask?
Paris and Tessa.
As you know, I'm not afraid of controversy. I'll throw down some threesomes, I'll drop some profanity, and torment the reader to the end. BUT, this book was hard. I love a happily ever after, and I was torn.
Do they get one?
Don't they?
Are Paris and Tessa soul mates?
How far could I push love before it shatters in pieces?
Yeah, it wasn't easy. I'm a big believer that if a book makes me cry, then it's giving the perfect amount of emotion. I'm not one to weep. In fact, very few things can break me down. This book made me sob.
I don't know if it's guilt, or I hit it perfectly.
I'm going to have to let you be the one who decides. (In about 5 days Rachel and Jennifer will be either giving me hell, or high-fives. Stay tuned...)

Now, to answer a few questions.

Morgan, I love your books because they're totally different. Thank you for sharing them with us. I have a huge question that has been driving me insane. Why the hell are you doing a trilogy? That isn't like you. What's with that?
Molly

That's funny! I ask myself that all the time. I'm going to let you in on another secret. I haven't even told my editor or proofer this. The Sinner trilogy will end with a chance for it to be a series. Callista will have her story, then Luke, and finally Nate. THEN, with that last book, as I write the epilogue, I'll have the opportunity to spin it off or end it. I know how to do it, either way. It's a matter of what my workload is, if you all like the trilogy, and if I can handle another series. I'm already carrying four. Will five make me loopy?
Could be.
If I do make it a series, then it's going to be paranormal and tie into the FBI series. So, like most of my books, you'll see characters crossing over. Since in the Sinner series, Nathaniel Carter's boss is Gabe Rothschild, I've left myself a way to connect it. So, Molly, to answer your question... It will be a trilogy, but with a possible series to follow.
I'm a masochist. Sue me....


Morgan,
You seem really genuine. Is that you on FB, or do you have someone who posts for you? How do you have time to write your novels, post on FB, and still have a life?
Trina

Well, where do I begin. Yes, that's me on FB, as is here. I don't have an intern (Oh I wish I did!) or anyone else who posts or writes for me. This is Morgan in her finest (and not so finest) moments. I believe in what I do. I'm a writer. I'm a storyteller. If you message me on FB, I will reply. If you email me, I will answer. I believe that I can only be who I am because of all of you. As for genuine, (thank you for that) this is the real me. I laugh, post pictures of my husband (the inspiration for Greyson Croft) and love the interaction.
How I balance it all? I have no freaking clue.
I'm blessed with a husband who is laid back, so if there's laundry in the dryer, he doesn't lose his mind. I'm more the control freak. (Thus the ulcer!) My daughter is a pre-teen and she's cyber schooled, so she is pretty self sufficient. I'm a firm believer in making her take personal accountability. She makes her own bed, makes her own lunch and breakfast, and is caretaker of her pets. I'm a control freak, but I have my limits.

My son is going to be five soon, and he's in preschool, so I have empty nest syndrome. Once he can read (he's almost there thank god!) he'll be cyber schooled too. So, I don't have bus stop duty, or the other things that cut into a person's time. He's more high maintenance, but he's my little buddy. He'll give me book ideas (cats who eat bugs are bound to be a best seller) and keeps me company. I'll write ten pages and then play Memory, or Chutes and Ladders. Then back to the grind. We don't have cable TV and the kids aren't allowed electronic devices during the week, so it's harder M-F. Sometimes, I want to cave and tell them play a video game. As of yet, it hasn't happened.

I get up at 2 am every day. I write uninterrupted from 2-7, and then get the kids situated. Then, I edit/write from 8-12. At lunchtime, I feed the kids and myself. When that's done, I play with them, or spend time reading to my son. My daughter usually has a paper to write, or edit and that's my afternoon fun. We're doing Harriet Tubman now. By 3 pm, I'm starting to wear down. I make dinner and get ready for the husband to arrive home. We all sit down, have dinner, and talk about our days. Dishes, baths/showers and then reading before bed. Sometimes, I'll break the rules and let the kids have their kindles. BUT, I disable the wifi. My daughter will read, my son will play some KidTime educational game.
By 7 EVERYONE is in bed. This is my time with my husband. We talk, cuddle or discuss who i'm killing next.
Then, the next day starts. I'm just blessed to be one of those people who need very little sleep. I can run on 4 hours. On Sundays, I sleep in til 5 am. Our big saying in my house is
"I'll sleep when I'm dead."

That's my day in a nutshell. I do this 7 days a week. I take 1 week off a year. When you have a passion, you want to do it. So, this is my love in life. (Next to my family.)

I hope that answered your questions!!!

Now, I've got to go back to work. Killing waits for no one, and I'm hoping to post the prologue for Sinner Repent in a week or so. Keep reading and thank you for all your reviews! I appreciate them. We're only 1 review away from 50 for The Killing Times!

This week, we hit the top 100 again on amazon! Word is spreading! THANK YOU!

Much Love, Mayhem and Murder,

Morgan.









 

Book Awards are coming!

Hi all!
I was just notified that 4 of my books have been nominated for the 'Red Carpet Book Awards'.
YAY!
Well, now I need your votes to win. Really, it's an honor to be nominated. I don't promote much, so anytime someone offers me recognition for my books, I'm floored.

Here's the FB link.

https://www.facebook.com/RedCarpetBooks/photos_stream

All you have to do is go to the photos, find my covers and vote. You like it and share it. That's it :) It's as simple as that.
While you're out on FB, friend me and like my page. You can hang out in my world with me all you want! You're always welcome!

Here is my author page.

Here's my personal page.

Thanks in advance!!!!

Happy Valentine's Day!!!!

Hi all!
I'm excited for the holiday!
Despite being buried in so much snow, it's still the day of love!
How can I not love that?????

There's lots on the horizon in books this year. To start, Sinner Repent is slotted for release next month. I can't wait. It's off being re-edited because I want it perfect for all of you! I hope you love it as much as I do!
Then, in April you'll be getting Love is Bleeding (book 4) in the Croft & Croft series. I can't tell you much, but there's a rumor going around that someone dies.
Well, I can't deny or confirm that. You'll have to wait and see. (Would I do that to you guys???)
May is going to be Lost &Broken (book 2) in the Littlemoon series.
I'm going to admit something that I NEVER DO. Countless interviewers always ask me one question.

'Which is your favorite book?'

I never answer that, because I don't generally have one. All of my characters are so different, that I love them all. I will say this now. Lost & Broken is my FAVORITE book I've ever written.
Yep, you read that right.
EVER.
There was something about that book that made me beyond happy. I guess you'll have to read it and let me know if I've done you all proud.
(I hope)
In June, you'll get the re-release of my very first series. Dangerous Revelations (book 1) will be ready for all of you. I hope you like vampyres and sexy men. (Yes, that series will have a threesome couple, but their vamps, so why the hell not????)

July is going to be Redemption is Here. (book 9) in the FBI series. I've yet to write it, but it's on the schedule for March. It won't take me more than three weeks , and already it's outlined in my head. Now, as long as I don't go stark raving mad, we're golden.

I have two releases in August. Yes, you read that right. I'm releasing Illegal Fantasies -Behind Closed Doors, and Dangerous Choices (book 2) in the vampire series.
Why two you ask? I'm just crazy like that. Well, that and one isn't a full length novel, and I can't screw you guys like that! I want you to have 500 pages of fun!

That's all I have locked down. I've never really released 12 books in one year, so, this is going to be a test of mental will and endurance. I'm done writing half the books for the year, and it's only February, so we should be good.

I just want to end this blog today with thank you. Without my awesome fans, I wouldn't have the best job in the world. If you want to tell me what you think, vent, or just scream, email me. I'll reply. I always do. You're all my extended family, and it's a privilege to be able to tell you my stories.

I love you all!

Happy Valentine's day.

You're all the best!

Much Love, Mayhem, and Murder,

Morgan.









 

Croft & Croft Book Trailer

As always, you guys get to see it first!

Here's the new trailer for the Croft Series.
Enjoy!

Love is Bleeding is out in April, and I promise it's going to be a game changer...

Thank you, Dark Phreak Arts!


Much Love, Mayhem, and Murder,

Morgan.

BRRRRRRRRRRRR

Hi all!
Preparing for the next winter storm to hit. Gotta love winter...
It's been a busy couple of days here, so I apologize for not blogging sooner. I'm in the midst of balancing a few books still, cramming to get them all to the editor and proofer before I get backlogged.
I'm happy to say that I have Sinner Repent on my desk waiting for the final read through. Dangerous Revelations (book 1) In the Harcourte Vampyre society has been shipped for a final read through and should be here by Monday.
On top of that, I just sent the first twenty three chapters of Lost & Broken to editing and as they come back one chapter at a time, they go off to proofing.
Friday I begin adding details to Love is Bleeding ,and finish up the last four stories in the anthology, Illegal Fantasies~ Behind Closed Doors.
Then...
THEN...
I start writing the next FBI book, Redemption is Here. Now, if you've finished Consumed by Wrath, then you know we're going to be dealing with mummies. Yes, you read that right! How you ask?
Well, all I can tell you is that in the beginning of this book, we're going to see more of Callen and Elizabeth, only because he was a little neglected in book 8. He needs his Lyzee time, and that's going to be one of the focuses.
Oh, don't worry! Ethan will be there too, but the first couple of chapters its Callen and Lyzee flying solo. I have some things to work on with their relationship. We're going deep into his past to answer some questions that I get emailed to me.

Like this one...

Morgan,
Oh, my God! I just finished Consumed by Wrath, and it was unbelievable. I wept, I laughed, and I couldn't believe that it flew by. How are you going to top it? I did have one question. Callen and hot wax... why did you go there?
Debs

You're not the only person to ask me that. A couple readers pointed out that because Callen was burned as a child, he may not be turned on by hot wax. We'll I definitely see your point, and I did mull this around a while. Unfortunately, I went with the wax for a few reasons. What I wanted to do was a little too Xrated, and some of my readers are maxed out with the sex scenes, so I had to keep them in mind. Next, I wanted to bring everyone's attention to the situation. In the next book, we're going to go deeper into his pain and childhood. We know his mother was a waste, but we're going to find how horrible she really was.
It's going to bring to light what lives in Callen, and why he sometimes is so afraid.
BUT don't worry. Weak, whiny Callen isn't coming back. He's just going to open up to the woman he loves, and let her heal him even more.

Morgan,
I've read on some other blogs that you're going to publish erotica. Really? Isn't that going to be hard when your really good at fleshing out a deep storyline?
Cynthia

Actually, it's not. These are little snippets that may have appeared in a story. In each book, I like to give you a look into their personal lives, like Christmas morning, a party, etc. With Native Dalliance, the first story in the anthology, we see Ethan, Callen and Elizabeth at their finest. Often, I mention 'ravage the savage' being Lyzee's biggest fantasy. BUT what happens if the men in her life decide to reverse the tables?
What if, they decide to give Elizabeth a night she won't ever forget.

Then, there's Emma's HS reunion. Greyson takes her back east, but they find that you can't always go home and be comfortable with it, especially if you're a caveman with a smoking hot cave babe. So, for readers who know the stories, the anthology will be like icing on the cake. For people who just pick it up as erotica shorts, they'll still enjoy them, but won't truly appreciate it unless they research who all these characters are.

Morgan,
On Facebook, I saw that you were thinking of ending the FBI series! WHY???
Susan.

Well, that's not entirely correct. I said that if the reviews didn't pick up, I may have to end it. I can only carry so many series. Right now I have 4 series and one trilogy. It's a lot of work to balance all those different characters. I think this year you're getting 10 full mega novels and 2 anthologies. That's 12 releases in 12 months.
If I can't tell how you feel about a book, I won't carry it past book 10. So, if you love it, leave a review for it. If you only like it, same goes. I can't do my job unless you direct me.
So, get to leading!!!!

Okay, back to work!
I hope you all have a great night! If you're getting buried in snow, stay safe and warm!

Much Love, Mayhem, and Murder,

Morgan.
 

Sexy little shorts

Well, as promised, here's the covers for the new anthologies. So far, there's three.
Will there be more?
Maybe.
I'm guessing that's going to be up to you guys.
If you fall in love with them and want more, I'll make it happen. You know I live to please!

Well, here they are...

What do you think?

Remember, these aren't full stories, but short little anthologies with all your favorite characters. Elizabeth, Ethan and Callen

Emma and Greyson

Tori and Julian

Vivian and Justin

Callista and Quinton

Jolie, Jacques, and Flynn

If you want just sexy little shorts, these books are for you.

 

 

Book one

August 2014

 

 

Book two

December 2014

 

 

Book three

February 2015

 

 I hope you enjoy them when they come out, and remember, they're basically erotica. I get asked a lot about how far the characters go in the bedroom, and do I pull some of the sexiness out.
Yeah, I do.
Not everyone likes sex. (I can't believe I just wrote that down...)
For those who are curious, I'm putting it out there. If you don't like sex scenes, PLEASE don't buy this book. It's going to be marketed as erotica, so as with most of my books, read at your own risk.

Now, for those of you asking 'who the heck is Callista Carter and Jolie Harcourte'?
Fear not. Their books come out before these anthologies.

Sinner Repent (book 1)- March
Dangerous Revelations (book 1) June
Dangerous Choices (book 2) August 1 st

You'll have plenty of time to read them before the sex fest begins.

Have a really great day!
Drop me a message and let me know how you like the covers, and keep reviewing!!!!!

Much Love, Mayhem, and in the case of these books, kinkiness!

Morgan.

 

Tomorrow...

I love an unveiling.
In honor of the quickly approaching holiday, I'll be showing you all my three new covers from the sexy anthology coming out later this year.
I just approved the proofs, so if you're curious, you might want to pop in and check it out.

Now, if you're my friend on FB, or have liked my page, you may have gotten a glimpse at book 2.

What's that? You're not my FB buddy? Why???? I sometimes give away secrets there too. So, hunt me down, friend me and like my page. Then, you can get a little peek into my life. Sometimes, I post more personal things there.

One never knows... You may even see a picture of my husband, the inspiration for Greyson Croft.
:)

Who knows...

Come back tomorrow to see the new book covers and titles revealed.
Who isn't curious about some erotica featuring Elizabeth, Emma, Jolie, Callista, Tori, and the men who love them????

I know I would be.


Much Love, Mayhem, and Murder,

Morgan

PS. Here's my FB page.

Here's my personal page. Friend me here.
 

Monday once more...

Hi all! My book covers for the Carter Chronicles trilogy are done! Thank you, Laura Gordon for getting them finished so fast!

I love them!

I also uploaded them for all of you to see! Go to the tab for the Carter Chronicles and check them out!
I hope you all love the first book! It's coming soon! March! YAY! I can't wait for you all to get the back story on Doctor Callista Carter-Gaines. You'll recall her from Consumed by Wrath, as Ethan's doctor.

Speaking of Consumed by Wrath, I've received a few emails addressing the Valentine's Day sex scene, you know the part... Specifically, Callen's fantasy. A few of my readers were concerned that maybe him being burned as a child by his mother's boyfriend would turn him off to something like hot wax.
I absolutely see where you are heading with that, and I went there too when I wrote that scene. I will say that I mulled it over, pondered it, and worried if it would come across as the opposite of what I  wanted.
Well, I ended up going with the hot wax, despite all of my worries. Why? It's a bridge to the next book, Redemption is Here. In that book, we're going to learn more about Callen's abuse, what secrets he's carrying and possibly meet the man responsible for hurting him as a child.
When you're abused as a child, you carry life long scars, and Callen is no different. Please don't worry. I don't plan on reverting him back to 'whiny' Callen, but Elizabeth deserves to know what lives inside him, even if she already suspects it.
Callen was at ease with his sexual fantasy because he trusted Elizabeth with it. I think that for this book, you'll just have to start there and know it'll be addressed down the road.

So, bear with me.

Once more, I want to thank you for your reviews on Amazon and Goodreads. If I want to be able to offer pre-order books on amazon, I need to get as many reviews as possible. They need to see my loyal fans following along, so if you haven't reviewed all the books, please do!
You could be the one person that makes the difference for another reader on the fence!

If you're on Facebook, find me, like my author page (Author Morgan Kelley) and then even friend me. I do converse with my readers all the time, and share a more personal look into my life! (Beware LOL You never know what will come out of my mouth...)

Much Love, Mayhem, and Murder,

Morgan.