Good Morning!

I woke up today to my first review of Consumed by Wrath and it made my day. For me, the only way I can tell if I'm doing a good job is if you post a review.
(Well, that and the emails you send me!)
I can't express my gratitude enough that you take the time to assure that i'll be able to keep writing in the future. I don't do it for money, or glory.
I do it because I love to tell a story.

This is who I am.
When you look deep into my life, I'm a bard at heart. Like Greyson, I was born in the wrong time. I would have loved nothing more than entertaining the king and his court with fanciful stories and tales.
Thank you for letting me live the dream.
I appreciate it so much.

Please, post a review. I know you may think that it doesn't matter, but it does. It matters to me. I love to know how you feel. Did I make you laugh, cry, or get angry?
Did I twang your heart strings?
Am I fighting hard to get these books out there for no reason?
I have a million questions that only you can answer.

Your reviews matter more than anything else.
Do I keep the story going?
Or do I wrap it up at book 10?

I need to know.
The publisher needs to know.
Please post a review so I can continue to give you the stories locked in my head. That review opens the next locked door, and keeps the stories coming. Not just for the new book, but the whole series. If you've read any of my works, please go back and post so other's can read your words.

Words have so much power.
They can build up or tear down.
I need your help. If you don't like the book, post it.
If you love it.
Post it.
Please help me keep all the characters you've come to love coming.

Thank you for your support and kind words.

I love you all for it.


Morgan

Here's the new book!

Hi all!

Happy Saturday! The newest member of the family is here.

You can get Consumed by Wrath (Book 8) in paperback here.

Or in Kindle here.

I hope you enjoy!
Don't forget to leave a review!

MK.

In honor of....

Okay, so none of us can escape the hands of time. I get that. SO, why let age bother us? I'm not going to. For months, I've been dreading the big 4-0. We'll today, instead of sweating the number, I'm going to celebrate.

With what?
Oh, with a little Blackhawk love fest. What says 'Happy Birthday' better than the next Ethan and Callen book?
So, for all you, my most favorite people in the world, I'm going to give you a gift.

Today, I'm releasing Consumed by Wrath (Book 8) early. I could have held it until when the publisher wanted, but you know what? 40 deserves a kick ass celebration, and if I were Lyzee (God, do I ever!) I'd want to have a full blown birthday with two of the sexiest Natives this side of the FBI.
So, for you my friends, I'm giving you the gift that keeps on giving.

Book 8 is coming.
As soon as Amazon offers it (Likely later today or tonight) I'll post it here.

You all deserve a little Callen and Ethan on this snowy January day.

Well.
I aim to please.

(You can thank Rose and Leta for talking me into it!)

Here's to Birthdays.
Sexy Native men.
And Elizabeth Blackhawk!

May time never touch them.
May their stories fill your hearts.
And may 'The Girlfriend Code' reign supreme!


Keep checking back to see when it's available!
And, if you want to give me a present. Please leave a review after you read the book! I want to keep the series going, but I need you! After it's released, the books are in your hands.

Much Love, Mayhem, and Murder,

Morgan

Prologue for Consumed by Wrath

Here it is! You're the first to see it! The book will be released Jan 30th. I hope you love it. It's one of my favorites! Enjoy the prologue.

 

© 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.

~Prologue~ 

 

He was a simple man.

There was no doubt that he liked the basic pleasures in life and could find happiness in the smallest things.

What gave him the greatest joy was a freezer full of meat and a belly that was full of food at the end of a long day.

Who didn't like that?

In life, you had to take the small moments and cherish them as if they were your last. To some, a meal was never thought of more than a daily task, but to him it was an adventure.

Coming home to food was a luxury that he would never overlook or be ungrateful for. It meant too much to him on so many levels. Having the lingering scents of a home cooked meal assault you, as you walked in the door, was like that warm pair of socks that you slid into on a cold morning. Food offered you comfort and a peace of mind.

It gave you pleasure.

And most importantly, it sustained you.

When he first decided to consume human flesh, there had been some wariness. After all, there was nothing more taboo in the world of man. Eating another person was just wrong.

Wasn’t it?

Then, he had his first taste and all the preconceived notions fell away and realization dawned.

It was fantastic!

At that initial bite, it coated his tongue like butter and gave him an endorphin rush. That moment alone, had cemented into his mind that he couldn’t live without it.

It became his obsession.

At first, the compulsion began to slowly grow. A whole body could last almost a year, as he peppered his hunting and grocery shopping with a human delicacy. Unfortunately, as his lust for flesh increased, so did his need to kill.

Something about it held him in its grips and controlled his every waking thought.

In all honesty, it turned his stomach to hear their pleas for mercy to be set free. When he tried to explain to them that he needed them to die so that he could have food, they always looked horrified. A part of him couldn’t blame them, and yet he wasn’t able to stop.

Eventually, he began rationalizing it away. To him, they were offering up the ultimate gift.

It was the same with beef or pork. The cow and pig were revered to him and almost sacred. Without them, there would be no steak or bacon. Well, to him, the victims were the same thing. Without human flesh, he would be missing his favorite meal.

Barbeque.

Whenever anyone tried his ‘secret’ recipe, they would ohhhh and awwww over it, and for good reason.

It was spectacular.

When he used any other flesh, it didn't taste the same. So, the sacrifice had to be made. He needed the succulent flesh to be that of a human. It was his undisclosed ingredient, and one that he could never go without.

Some might find it vile or revolting, but he found it to be a testament to his great strength. Not everyone could sit down and eat a friend. Eventually, logic prevailed and rules had to be established. Why hurt those he cared for? When he ‘shopped’ for his next meal, he only picked people who he didn't like.

It was logical, right?

Why eat your buddy, when you could eat the person who cut you off in traffic or made your life difficult that day? It was, after all, the final payback for being disrespectful or rude.

But now, he had a few problems.

The people who he had been taking were beginning to draw attention. Who knew that a few missing people a year would draw suspicion? He was careful to not leave evidence and to only pick the ones who really deserved it.

When no one missed that first man, he believed that he was in the clear.

Now, his freezer was almost empty, and he was addicted to the hunt.

It was becoming time once more to go out on the prowl and find the perfect person to give him what he needed.

What he deserved.

What he wanted.

What he craved.

For now, he needed to refill his stock of fresh meat in his freezer and his belly.

Part of him tried to rationalize with logic, warning him that he was going to get caught one day, but the piece that had become addicted to the meals was fighting back hard. The inner dialog battled back and forth, but ultimately the hunger overcame logic.

It always would for him.

He needed to work out a plan. He couldn’t just randomly pluck a person off the street. In case this person drew more suspicion, he needed to have a well thought out strategy. In time, the next meal had been planned. There was one person who came to mind, as he pondered the myriad of people who he could choose from.

This person wasn’t too fat.

He wasn’t too thin.

Fat equated to greasy meat, and that didn't sit well in his stomach. The heartburn was hell, let alone having to strip away all the subcutaneous fat before cooking.

It was disgusting.

There had to be balance. It was like the perfect recipe. If you didn't pay attention to the ingredients, you didn't get a delicious meal.

Quality mattered.

The meat on this man was relatively perfect. He wasn’t too muscle bound, and he wasn’t scrawny either. From experience, he knew that sinewy, stringy muscle didn't cook as well either. Even if you slow stewed it for hours, it wasn’t right.

The only thing that he had going against him was age. Most of the people who he brought to his kitchen were younger, but alas, he would give him a try. If worse came to worse, he would have to spend some time creatively tenderizing him before cooking. He had a meat mallet and plenty of elbow grease.

Then again, there wasn’t anything a stew couldn’t hide or make palatable, if served with a loaf of crusty bread. This man’s flesh wouldn’t go to waste.

Besides, he was poking around and asking too many questions. He was becoming the burr in his side. The man was apparently too nosey for his own good, and while he appreciated people who were thoughtful and intelligent, he didn't want his ruse to be discovered. While no one else had suspected anything, this man was digging into a past that he should simply let die.

Like his victims.

But no….

He just kept digging and that was a big problem. So, his fate was sealed. His body was next on the list to fill his freezer. He only prayed that he could get away with it. Hopefully, once this man went missing, the truth would be buried forever. This time, the police would remain clueless.

Then, he laughed at the absurdity of that statement.

Who the hell was he kidding?

The man who was now sheriff was nothing less than a complete and total idiot. How he had gotten the council to make him leader was a surprise. If they saw anything redeeming in his skills, they kept it a secret. No one believed the town to be safe under his watchful eyes.

If anything, he was a womanizer and not an officer of the law. Then, he pondered the situation at hand. Taking this particular man might work to his advantage after all. Since the man was clueless, why not head to the epicenter of the town and take what he so desired?

It should be easy.

Sitting down to the table, he stared at the last banquet he was going to have from the freezer stock. It did his heart good to see the fine meal that had come from his ingenuity. With a little spice and some TLC, the meat had become a masterpiece.

Maybe he needed to write his own cookbook.

 ‘One hundred and one ways to eat your fellow man.’

He found that outrageously funny, and who wouldn’t?

Taking his first bite, he savored the moment. Until he was able to get his hands on the next person, it would be plain old chicken for him.

God, he hated poultry and its flimsy flesh.

So, that meant working fast.

Time was of the essence in this situation. He wouldn’t be able to falter or dilly-dally. His daddy always taught him to grab the bull by the horns and take what you wanted, and he desired to have a full belly, and freezer, more than anything else in life.

Now, he was going to make his move.

It was time to bring home the bacon, so to speak.

 

Soon, it would be time to have a feast.

  

Salem

Sunday Night

Morgue

 

It just didn't make sense.

The more that he studied the autopsy reports, the more they looked wrong. In his heart, he knew that he had done each postmortem accurately. After all, he prided himself on years and years of practice, but he had to be missing something. His gut feeling was screaming that there was a big piece of the puzzle missing from this file.

He just didn't have a clue as to what that was.

When the bones were pulled from the river, he was more than just suspicious. What drew his attention to them were the markings that crisscrossed their surface. It was something that he had never encountered before, and he wasn’t sure if that was because he was from a small town, or if this was something new. Everyone around him was claiming that the cause was some sort of hungry animal, but his gut was telling him otherwise.

The teeth marks looked…

Human.

By no means was he an expert on anything like this, but he was a doctor and had been trained to think outside the box. God, what he wouldn’t give to have an anthropologist or specialist to have a second look. Their expertise could help him figure this out.

He was certain of it.

Leaning back in his chair, he stared at the photos of each bone. His lab staff had done a careful job of collecting all the evidence from the watery grave. But then again, he expected nothing less from them. Each one had been trained and worked under him for years. In a sense, he was their mentor in the world of death.

Yet, now he had to wonder if they had missed something. Could he have?

It wasn’t like they had a slew of killings or deaths in the town. It was, after all, Salem. Their tranquil little berg was known for being calm, backwoods, and relatively law abiding.

That’s why he loved it there and called it home.

Salem called to something deep down inside of his soul. For years, he thought about becoming a medical examiner in some big city, but that just never happened. Salem lured him in and made him content. The balance between the people and the peace was incredibly cathartic.

When you lived with death, you wanted as much harmony in the rest of your life as possible.

Staying for over fifty years was the best decision that he had ever made. He couldn’t imagine a single day outside of Salem. When life left him barren, home filled his soul. The relationships, which he had built over the years, gave him something that nothing else ever could.

Family.

When people would ask him when he was retiring, he had one simple answer. He would only call it quits when he was on his own slab for autopsy. Then, they would have to find someone to come in and do the exam.

He wouldn’t care at that point, but for now the idea that age was making him slow and sloppy only exacerbated his irritation. Looking around, Samuel Trudeaux took in the place that he called his second home. Granted, it wasn’t as exciting as some other morgues around the country, but in a sense it was all his. Each tool, machine, and piece of equipment was lovingly fought for and brought into that office by him.  

Samuel had built the place from the ground up.

Literally.

When he first came out of medical school, he went home to be the ME and had to do battle to get the morgue built. Thanks to generous town folk, he was able to eventually get it done.

Now, it stood in its grandeur right beside the sheriff’s station. Like the morgue, he too was a monument in the town. One of the best things about living in Salem was that everyone knew your name. In a way, he had become a living legend there. So many of the townsfolk were in awe over what he did. Not many would willingly dig into the dead on a daily basis. When Samuel would walk down the street, the residents would call to him and greet him with nothing but kindness and friendship.

This town was as much a part of him, as he was the town.

Staring down at the reports, he couldn’t help but get that sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something was brewing there, and he had to be worried about it. What kind of citizen would he be if he let it slide, only because he was perplexed over it?

He took an oath and made a vow.

That mattered to him a great deal.

There had been only one other time where he was fearful like this, and it was when his best buddy, Charlie LaRue, had begun digging into a pair of suspicious deaths. Ultimately, they had cost him his life, but justice had been served in the end.

That was all that mattered.  

And now, this was the same feeling bubbling in his belly. Charlie would tell him that if it felt off, it was. The man had been wise beyond his years, allowing his cop suspicion to lead the way, fuelled by his gut.

Now, it was his turn to do the same. Samuel couldn’t turn his back on this and feign ignorance. Duty was a calling, and he was an honorable man.

Yeah, something was definitely wrong.

He made notes in his files and tucked them safely back into his medical bag. For now, he would take them home and study them some more. If worse came to worse, he knew who he could send them over to and have her take a quick look. Charlie had once done the same, and she had been the salvation that Salem needed.

Elizabeth wouldn’t think that he was a crazy old man, losing touch with reality. In fact, she would most likely think the opposite.

She was just like her father, thankfully. It was apparently a genetic thing, and it led her down the path that she now traversed. There was pride there, as he thought about the young girl who grew into a fine woman. He was glad that he was able to have a part in her rearing. Like his job, it filled his heart and chased the emptiness away.

“We’re not done yet,” he stated, taking one last look at the final file. “I’m going to figure you out, if it’s the last thing that I do,” Doc Trudeaux said, as he snapped closed his medical bag and pulled on his coat.

Something ugly was brewing once more in Salem, and he was going to stop it.

This was his town, his place, and his people and as far as Samuel was concerned, he was going to help contain the sanctity of his home.

No one was going to tarnish it.

It wasn’t happening now or ever.

Samuel Trudeaux was taking a stand.

 

 

Even if it was the last thing he ever did….

 

New twist...

Evening all!

Today I was talked into doing something that I never thought I would do. You know how I allude to certain sex scenes in the books? Like Elizabeth promising the men cheerleader sex? Or the other teasing comments she makes?
Well, today I decided to release those sex scenes.
Yeah, you read that right.
In the next couple of months, I'll be compiling the sex scenes that 'hit the cutting room floor' because they were just too... risqué. provocative. Far too sexually graphic for my books.
(Yeah, picture that in your heads, kiddos.)

I guess they're more along the lines of erotica. The sex is more graphic, the language more crass, and the characters are in their glory.
Whether you're wild in bed like Elizabeth, or more laid back like Tori, I'm sure you want to see behind the closed doors. I know I do!
So, I'm giving you that chance.

I've created a nine chapter anthology, containing the hottest, most fantasy filled scenes that didn't make it into the books. The cover is being created, the work is being scheduled, and it will be on it's way.
There will be;
Emma & Greyson
Elizabeth, Ethan & Callen
Tori & Julian
Elizabeth & Callen
Callista & Quinn
Vivian & Justin
Cyra & Chris
Jolie & Jacques
Elizabeth & Ethan

No, it's not pivotal to the storylines, so you don't have to read them. But, you may want to. I mean, who doesn't want to know what Ethan, Callen and Lyzee have planned out? Or what hot fantasies are bouncing around in Emma's mind?
I think you'll enjoy it, and if you are at your max for the sex in my books, then please don't read it. I don't want anyone stepping outside their comfort zone and being uncomfortable. No worries, it won't be anything tasteless, just our couples being.... couples.

I hope you have a good night.
I need to get back to work. There is no rest for the wicked!

Much love, Mayhem, and Murder,

Morgan.

Newest trailer for my FBI series!!!

The FBI series has got it's trailer! YAY! Thank You, Dark Phreak Arts!!! Great job as always!

 

You can view it here on YouTube.

I hope you enjoy it!

MK

Another week begins!

Good morning all!

I'm just working on some corrections back in for Sinner Repent, (book 1) of the Carter Chronicles, and thought I would pop in and see how you all were doing.

It was a busy weekend here.

Friday, I finished Love is Bleeding, and loved it. I'm thrilled it's done, and the story of Emma, Greyson, Tessa, and Paris has continued. I also tossed in some Curtis and Brynn, since I get lots of emails begging me to give them closure.

Well, I can tell you that happens in the next book, Heaven is Weeping (book 5) So, hang in there. It's coming. Love is Bleeding (book 4) will focus on Tessa and Paris (as well as Grey and Emma, of course!). I've also decided to have them run continually through the series. Without giving anything away, Paris and Tessa's story is too big for two books. So, if you loved them, you're going to continually see them along the journey. I love them, so it's an easy call for me.

Today, I begin the final ready through of Consumed by Wrath. It's going to be released at the end of the month. I'm thinking the 31st. I have a blog tour kicking off next month and a book promo slotted for the end of this month. So, it works out perfectly.

I hope you love it. It's Elizabeth at her finest. Later this week, I'll post the synopsis, and the following week the prologue, as I usually do. It's going to be a bumpy ride, so buckle in and be ready!!!!!

Later this week, I'll be starting to detail add Lost & Broken (book 2) in the Littlemoon series. I can't wait, since I haven't touched it since around Halloween. I love putting a book away for a couple of weeks before I work on it. It's like a brand new adventure for me.

I hope you all have a fabulous week!
Stay warm, keep reading, and don't forget to post your reviews!
I need them if I want to keep the series going!

Much Love, Mayhem, and Murder,

Morgan.
 

Video Trailer for Blood Red Rage

 

Morning all! Here's the first look at my first trailer for my Littlemoon Series. As always, you get it first!

I hope you enjoy.

(It gives you hints to what's in Book 2-4)

 

 

 

You can also see it on Youtube here!

I can't wait until the other ones are done! YAY. Let me know what you think!

I'm off to finish Love is Bleeding (book 4) in the Croft & Croft series. It's wrapped tomorrow! Thank the book Gods!

Don't forget to leave reviews if you've enjoyed my books! Everyone counts! Spread the word so I can keep writing.

Much Love, Mayhem, and Murder,
Morgan.
 

Good morning from the land of Murder and Mayhem.

Happy Monday.
It's a dreary day here. But hey! At least it's not snow!
I've been up working on Love is Bleeding, and I'm happy to report that I've just started chapter 12. Today, I should wrap up that one and thirteen. Once I do, the book is 7 chapters from completion. YAY!
This week is chaos here. I have to do my final read through of Consumed by Wrath, there's a book tour and promo kicking off in the next couple of days/weeks. I have two books to do corrections on, and last, but not least it's my daughter's 12th birthday party this weekend.
CHAOS aplenty!

I wanted to thank you for all your emails regarding Blood Red Rage. I'm so pleased that you like it. Next week, it will be available on Nook too. One by one, all the books will begin appearing on there. By the end of March, everyone can enjoy Elizabeth, Emma, Callie, and Tori.
If you haven't left a review on Amazon or Goodreads, please do. It's super important in order to keep these series going. If I don't get feed back, I have to drop them and focus on something else.

For those of you emailing about my FB page, here is the link. Like me and follow me there. I also have a more private page, and if you friend request me, I will accept it.

Other good news! I'm in the process of getting book trailers done, so once I do, I'll post them here for all to see. I hope you like them.
I can't wait!!!!!

Off to work on chapters 12/13.
Wish me luck! There's some big changes in store for Emma, Greyson, Tessa, Paris, and even Curtis and Brynn.
Wooooooooo Hoooooooo!

Much Love, Mayhem and Murder,

Morgan.

Evening all!

Brrrrrrrrrrr from the Northeast. Holy cold! It's insane out there. My garden thermometer says we're at a blustery 4 degrees.
That's crazy!
Thank God I have an indoor job!
Keep warm everyone who has to be out there in this.

Anyway, I just wanted to pop in before bed (Yes, I go to sleep early, since I start working at 2 am.) and tell you that I just hit the 40,000 word mark in Love is Bleeding (Book 4). What that means is that now I'm 1/3 of the way done with the book. Tomorrow starts day four of writing, and by the end of the weekend, I hope to have up to chapter 11 completed.

Then I want a nap...

Anyway, I got a really great questions today, and thought I'd post them.


Morgan,
HELP! I don't always have time to read your blog (don't hate me), and I sometimes miss when your books are coming out. Is there a mailing list?
Jessica.

Actually, there is. Since I'm contracted with Amazon (kindle) they offer that service to you the reader. If you go to any of my books, under the title is my name. If you run your mouse over it (yes, it has to be a desktop or laptop) up pops an option to be emailed when one of my books is being released.
Click it and voila! You are all set to go!

Morgan,
I have a Nook. Why aren't you available on that tablet? I have to steal my son's Ipad to read your books. He's not liking that at all.
Ronnie.

It's funny you should ask. As of March, my contract with Amazon is up. I'll be taking my books over to Nook too. Now, don't panic. You'll still be able to get me on Amazon, the only difference is if you're borrowing my books for free, it will be coming to an end. Sorry, but Amazon has a rule for it's authors that if you use that function on your books (KDP select) then you can't sell your books anywhere else during the contract period.
I'm trying to give all the Nook readers some equal love!

Morgan,
Are you really going to write an entire book from start to finish in one month? That's crazy.
Joleen.

I am well aware. Yes, I started Love is Bleeding on January 1st, and as mentioned above, i'm 1/3 of the way through it. Now, don't start worshipping at the temple of Morgan just yet. First off, my first draft book and final version are two very different things. My first draft has shortened sex scenes (I write them later.) and less details. I put them in on the first read through. Because I write and type so fast, I keep it simple. After completion next week, I'll put this book away for two weeks (I'll be working on book 2 in the Littlemoon series) and then go back to it. I'll do a read through and add details (About 60-80 pages worth), and then a final read through where I make sure the plot is where I want it and clear. Then, it's a book. So, writing is almost 4 weeks total if you add it all up.

Thank you for all your emails today. Leta, I did get yours! I love Paris and Tessa too. I hope you like the next book. I'm working on replying to all your emails, before bed.
I swear!

Have a good night!
Much love, Mayhem, and Murder,

Morgan.


 

Happy New Year!

Afternoon all!

I'm just taking a break from writing to drop in and wish you a Happy 2014!
I hope the year is filled with lots of great things!

I'm day three into Love is Bleeding (Book 4) in the Croft & Croft series. I'm having a good time writing it, and hope you'll enjoy it. We're going to see what happens to Paris Archer and Tessa Brass. Will they be together?
Or will fate keep them apart?

Don't look at me! I haven't finished writing it yet. I was hoping you'd tell me!

Anyway, 36,000 words down in three days, and I'm ahead of schedule, so that makes me happy. I need to approve Consumed by Wrath for release. I can't wait to reread it. It's one of my favorites!

Off to get more work done!
Happy New Year and don't forget to leave reviews on Amazon and Goodreads. It's the only way I can keep writing books.

You don't want to see the story end do you?
Me either!


Much Love, Mayhem, and Murder,

Morgan.

Last minute changes.

Morning all!

Just stopping in from hiatus to give you an update.
I'm a big believer in dreams and their meanings. Maybe it's the Native in me or just my brain refusing to stop thinking for a single second. Either way, I try to listen to them as much as possible. So, as I was fast asleep last night, I had a dream where I changed the cover of my newest book. I can't explain why, but I had this overwhelming need to wake myself up and do just that.

So, there's a new cover for Consumed by Wrath (book 8). I hope you like it as much as I do. I'm hoping that it's the final cover, since the book releases in a few short weeks. If you head to the top of the blog, and select FBI series, it's in there. I'll be posting the prologue in a couple of weeks, so make sure you pop in or sign up to get my blog emailed to you.

Also, I'm beginning to write Love is Bleeding (Book 4) in the Croft & Croft series in two days. I'll be wrapping it up in time for my 40th birthday at the end of the month.
~~Gasp~~ It'll be a little present to me. There's nothing like finishing another book and taking a couple days off to celebrate.

Editing is finished on Consumed by Wrath, and right now it's in Rachel's hands for proofing. So far, it's had nothing but rave reviews. (Especially the Valentine's Day sex scene!)  I hope it makes you all laugh, cry, and giggle at Elizabeth's antics.

Off to start prepping for the next book!
Happy New Year everyone!

Much Love, Mayhem and Murder,
Morgan.
 

Happy Post Holiday!

Hi all!
Welcome to the other side of Christmas!
I hope you all had a great day!

I know I did!
After spoiling the kids and drinking way too much eggnog, I'm glad the holiday is over. I need a vacation from my vacation.
It's not pretty here at MK manor. There's chaos and mess and the normal mayhem. I will admit that one tree is down and the stockings are unhung.
I'm halfway there.

I'm still on hiatus, but I'll be going back to work on Love is Bleeding (Book 4) in the Croft & Croft Series starting on January 1st. I can't wait! I just figured out where I'm taking it, and can't wait to have it written and share it all with you.
I have a special love for Emma and Greyson. I love my caveman!

Consumed by Wrath is half done in editing and off being proofed at the same time. Yay to the team! It's due back by Sunday and will get it's final read through at the end of January.
I hope you're ready! It's emotional, fun, and typically Elizabeth, Ethan and Callen.
It makes me cry when I read it!
Oh, and laugh.
A lot!
You'll find out if Chris and Cyra make it to the altar, or Belladonna Leonard has her way and gets her son to call it all off...

I've also sent Dangerous Revelations (book 1) in the vampyre series off to be edited too. I added 200 + pages of details and story line. So, if you had it in paperback, it's pretty much a new book.
I've gotten emails from a few of you that have read the series. The big question is will it be completely different?
Yes and no.
I've added and changed things up, so if you read book 1-4, you won't be disappointed with the new releases. I promise!

Sinner Repent (Book 1) in the Carter Chronicles is also getting sent to editing this weekend. You'll get the first book in the trilogy before you know it!  I will say, it ties into the FBI series, much like the Littlemoon series does. You'll see the characters cross lines and appear in all the books. I like having FBI West be a big fun playground.

In Sinner Repent, you'll be getting the back story on Callista Carter. She's going to appear in Consumed by Wrath as Ethan Blackhawk's therapist after the abduction. So, you'll find out how she became part of their lives in her book.
I hope you love it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

At the end of January, Lost & Broken (Book 2) will be next on my list. It's written, but I need to tweak it and add some details. It's the second book in the Littlemoon series and has the paranormal ghost twist.
It's fun!

As always, I'll give you the scoop regarding the threesomes. Yes there is one in the vampyre series. No, there isn't one in the Littlemoon series, The Croft & Croft series, or the Carter Chronicles.
I know some of you don't like surprises.

I wish you all a happy and safe holiday season. I'll see you next year for more Love, Mayhem and Murder!

Much affection,

Morgan.
xx



 

Merry Christmas!!!

Happy Holidays!
I hope you all have a really blessed time with your families and loved ones!
Thank you for an amazing year. I'm very fortunate that I have been able to spend the last 365 days weaving tales to keep you all entertained.
I appreciate you all very much!

My fondest wish is that this is another spectacular year with me continuing on with the stories that have begun. I can't wait to give you more of Elizabeth's story, Emma's and Tori's too. Along with some new people thrown into the mix. We're going to meet Jolie, the undead, and also Callista Carter .
So many stories to tell, and so little time to tell it in.
I can't wait!

It's going to be a great year! I promise!!!!!

Happy holidays, season's greetings, and from my family to yours, Merry Christmas!


Much Love, Mayhem, and Murder,

Morgan.

Blood Red Rage has arrived!

Merry early Christmas!

I'm popping in to tell you that Blood Red Rage has been released and is here!
I hope you enjoy it and fall into the continuing story of Julian and Tori Littlemoon and their tribe.

You can follow this link right to Amazon.com to get your copy!

Here is the link to buy your paperback copy!

On a holiday note, I want to wish you all a very Merry Christmas. I hope that your families will be together, and you'll be enjoying some Christmas spirit. May Santa fill your stocking with lots of love!

I'm on hiatus, but I'll be back in the new year with the next Elizabeth, Ethan and Callen book to start you're 2014 off right!

Happy holidays!

Much Love, Mayhem, and Murder,

Morgan.

xx

Happy Friday the 13th!

Hi all!

Just a quick little stop by to tell you that Darkness of Truth has been re-edited and it's going to be ready to be downloaded by the end of the weekend. So, if you have the first edition, go to manage your kindle and get the most recent one for free! If you can't download it (It will say second edition on the inside), then contact customer service and they can manually push it through to you, free of charge.

Off to do my final read through of Blood Red Rage. It's going to be out in less than a week!
Are you ready for Julian and Tori?
I AM!!!!!


Have a great weekend!

Morgan.

Greetings!

I apologize that I haven't been posting the last few days. I'm buried in work until vacation on the 20th. I can't wait to sleep in a few days and dream about the books still on the horizon.

I can give you an update as to what's happening.

Blood Red Rage (Book 1) in the Littlemoon series will be released next week some time. I'm happy to say that my editor and proofer worked hard to get it done with a month to spare, so I'm releasing Tori and Julian's series in time for Christmas.
YAY!
So, check in next week to find out when!

Next, Consumed by Wrath (book 8) is heading off to the editor today. I'm dying to get their opinions on it, and hope that everyone is in love with it. *Fingers crossed*

I'm putting the finishing touches on Dangerous Revelations (book 1) in the Vampyre series. I know a few of my readers aren't into vampyres, but still check them out. I think you'll like the paranormal and the thriller mix. Besides, you get to meet Detective Flynn Brogan and his undead companions.
Yummy!
This book is headed off to the editor in January too.
I can't wait.

Last but not least, before my vacation begins, I'll be working on Sinner Repent (book 1) in the Carter Chronicles Trilogy. That too is heading off to editing in January, and I can't wait to release it this summer/fall. You'll meet Doctor Callista Carter in that book and hear her story. (HINT: you'll also see her in Consumed by Wrath too. She's going to appear as Ethan's therapist. So, don't miss her there!)

Great news! I've been chosen as 'Author of the Week' for Awesome trilogies. I'll be headlining on their site, FB and Twitter the week of Christmas. YAY! I hope you'll all pop in over there and enjoy the interview and other information!

Finally, I'm kicking off a blog tour coming up, January 13-20. Please stop in here and travel to all the other blogs to see what I'm dishing on the new books and some of your favorites. It should be one hell of a trip! I'll be posting the stops daily for all of you!

*** If you have a blog, and are interested in hosting me, click here and fill out the form. The tour company will contact you. If you're interested in hosting for another author KC Cavanaugh, here's another link*** 

Alrighty! Back to work for me and back to reading for you!

Keep posting those reviews and dropping me the emails! I love to hear from you!

Much Love, Mayhem, and Murder,

Morgan.


 

Prologue for Blood Red Rage

Here's one of my early Christmas gifts to you. I'm giving you the prologue today!
Also, after much deliberation (and the emails where you've begged and threatened to cry) I've decided to release Blood Red Rage (book 1) early.
As always, you'll be the first to know when, so be ready...


Enjoy!

               

                Blood Red Rage

               Littlemoon Investigations

               (Book One)

 

 

 

         

 

~Prologue~

 

He was a collector.

All of his life, he always wanted to find the best things out there and make them his. It had been his mission, even from his prepubescent years.

When something sparkly, pretty, or lovely crossed his path, he was compelled to make it his.

It started with simple stones.

One would think that it was innocent enough, but it prepared him for the future ahead. The rocks were just the beginning and made him want more and more.

He would go out into the river and find the ones that nature had worn down in its current, and he would bring them home. At first his mother didn't mind, but then…

Like so many things, it became his obsession.

The collection grew and grew, taking over his space and his brain. It went from hobby to fixation incredibly fast. When his mother tried to step in, he was filled with hate and anger.

IT WAS HIS!

How dare she try to stop him?

Even at a young age, the rage filled him when someone tried to touch his possessions. So, as time went on, his mother turned a blind eye. She ignored his obsessive tendencies and let him have it his way. The day that he exploded in rage, she backed down and would never contest his collecting again. Even she feared what may happen if he were provoked.

This hobby opened so many doors for him.

After rocks, it was leaves and then figurines.

There was nothing wrong with that, right?

Before long, as time slowly ticked by and childhood ebbed into adulthood, the needs changed and grew. The objects he longed to collect no longer were little things. As their size grew, their value to him also became greater.

Until that one day, when he stumbled upon the ultimate collection.

Beautiful women.

As he went off to college, a whole new world opened around him. Since he had been home schooled his entire life, he never really understood the importance of the opposite sex. Granted, he spent his days with a woman; his mother. What was so special about her? If anything, she was mediocre at best.

He didn't get it until that day when he was surrounded by them. It was as if something unlocked inside him, and he finally knew the truth.

There were blondes, brunette, and redheads. They smiled and smelled like heaven. Some had curly mops and some had hair that was poker straight.

This was a brand new world.

He was a kid in a very sexy candy shop. Every time that he blinked, a new woman appeared before him. All he needed to do was find the one who called to him.

So, like any good collector, he started at the beginning and prepped with photographs. Taking a few snapshots was easier than talking to them, so pictures would come first, and then he would see where it led.

Maybe in time, he could approach them and make them his.

A good gatherer didn't put a limit on a newly sought after prize.

He let the spirit move him.

Well, now, he was feeling it like never before. As he would sit in his classes, he would watch them all. The brunette liked the one jock. She would bat her eyelashes at him and hike her skirt up pretty high. The blonde was the smart one. She didn't even care about what was going on around her. All that she focused on was the man at the front of the classroom and her notebook. Then there was the redhead. She snapped her gum and looked infinitely bored, as she continued to glance at her watch. Each were very different, and yet so much alike.

Yeah, they were all oblivious to him watching. Part of him wished that they knew the truth of what was floating around in his brain. If they could see the intent on his face as he admired their different colored hair and body types, maybe then, they wouldn’t look so lackadaisical. To him, they were special.

Once class was over, he would follow the one that he liked best. When she never noticed that he was behind her, it gave him more hope that he would finally get her picture for his collection.

When she went to the commons and found a place to lie in the green grass, he did the same. Only, he stayed far enough away to openly admire her.

Oh, and did he ever!

There were shots of her licking her lips, flipping her hair, and falling asleep on her back in the sun.

This was heaven.

Already, his body was stirring, and he was feeling things that he never knew possible. Who would have thought that this beautiful collection was out there, wandering the world so freely?

Why had he not decided on this hobby long ago?

As his eyes flickered around the commons, he saw the truth. Beauty was everywhere, and now he could focus on it.

There was no one to stop him.

He stayed until she did, blowing off his last class of the day, only to watch her head home. He was so enraptured, that he didn't want to miss a second of observing her. If he did, surely something miraculous and wondrous would happen.

Fortunately for him, her apartment wasn’t far from campus and along the tree lined street. If she turned around, he could dive for cover and not be seen. If caught, it would ruin it all.

In his mind, he already had it all planned out. Not only would he take pictures, but he would study his subjects and find the best of the best.

This woman had piqued his interest and would hold a special place in his heart.

He was sure of it.

As he followed, his excitement grew. His body tightened and his response confused him. In his life, he had never wanted anything more. While his other collections brought him joy, this one made him feel. It filled him and made him so very warm with bliss. It astounded him that his own mother had failed to mention the effect of the opposite sex.

This was an endorphin rush.

It was amazing.

It was… addictive.

Deep in his mind, he knew that he was on the right track to find his next collection. With this response, it had to be right.

There was an inkling of warning, but it was pushed back down into his conscience for the momentary high. For now, that was all that mattered.

Once at her apartment, he noticed that she lived on the bottom floor. This would make it easy. Finding a place to hide in the trees, he waited until she made her next move. This was new to him, so he wasn’t quite sure what to do next.

So, he waited.

Once darkness had come, he was in his glory as he moved even closer to his new subject and prize.

He watched.

Moving as close to her window as he dared, he began taking pictures of her for his books. This subject would have one all of her own. Where usually his collections shared a scrapbook, this beauty would get the royal treatment. He was giddy at the prospect of constructing it. There were pictures of her partially clothed and just about ready to enter the shower.

Yes, she was the one.

Now, he knew for sure.

As he took the final shot with his camera, he stared longingly at the beauty. For the time being, she would be his muse. He was certain that it would lead to many more in the collection.

How could he stop at only one?

 Backing away from the window, he made his escape into the night.

His new obsession had begun.

It was going to last his entire life.

Racing back to his apartment, he was overjoyed and exuberant. The energy vibrated through him. Never in his life had he felt this alive and happy.

Something about this woman and the prospect of the hunt, made him feel like he was living the dream. As someone who appreciated the beautiful things in life, he knew deep down that she was his pinnacle.

This was it.

Here was the culmination of everything that he had grown up loving and adoring.

Gone were the trinkets.

Now was the time for his works of art.

As he lay on his bed, his thoughts were focused on one thing. He knew that he needed a strategic plan of action. There needed to be a guideline to tell him where he should begin and how far he could take it.

Were pictures first?

Would they be enough?

He shook his head, as if to fight off the dark ideas bouncing around in his brain. He wanted so much more, but he knew that wasn’t possible.

Yes, pictures would be enough.

After all, he was an artist and nothing more. Then he allowed the darkness a tiny segue into his mind. He was not only a man who appreciated beauty.

He was more...

He was the collector and was destined to have her.

 

Many Years Later

 

He watched her get into her car outside the bar, and she was a little bit tipsy. He had to admit that it made everything easier and turned him on even more. Now, all that he had to do was follow her away from there and make his move.

It was all so simple.

She would be the first in his collection. 

For years, he’d watched and snapped pictures, but now it was all about the process of completing what he had always longed to do.

Now, he would bring one of them home.

As her car pulled away from the curb, he followed her a few miles to a location where he knew it would be safe. After all, he’d made this trip many times before, in practice for what was to come.

It shocked him how easy it was to get her attention. With the flashing lights, she immediately pulled to the side of the road, not far from her home. There was no doubt that on this deserted stretch, this would be the ideal spot to take her.

No cars would be passing by.

No one would question it if they did.

This plan was perfect. 

When she pulled over, he stalked confidently towards the driver’s side window. Staring in, he noticed that there was a look of nerves and fear on her face.

That only made it so much better.

“Have you been drinking, miss?” he asked, as he tried desperately not to snicker or laugh.

She tried to calm herself before answering. If her words weren’t perfect, surely he would know the truth. “Yes, sir. I had two drinks at the bar, but I stopped a few hours ago.” Maybe, if she was lucky, he wouldn’t Breathalyzer her and find out the truth.

After all, what was a little white lie? If it meant keeping her out of jail and the newspapers, it was certainly worth it. If worse came to worse, she’d pull the only big card that was left. There was no doubt that by using her daddy’s name, it would save her from getting in trouble.

“Can you please step out of the vehicle for me, miss?”

She did what he asked, and as she swung her long legs out of the car, her heel caught a piece of gravel and she stumbled. As she practically fell onto the man holding the flashlight, in her heart she knew the truth.

She was screwed.

“Yeah, you’re under arrest, miss.”

He pulled the handcuffs from his jacket pocket and turned her around to fasten her wrists behind her back. When she could no longer see his face, he grinned wickedly in victory.

This was like leading lambs to the slaughter. He should have done this years ago…

“I’m sorry! Please let me go! I won’t drink anymore,” she offered, willing to say anything at that point. Man, her father was going to be pissed off when she called him from the jail.

“You know that I can’t do that, Melissa. You’re going to have to come with me,” he replied, softly.

She wasn’t so drunk that she didn't recognize the sound of lust in his voice. “Wait, how did you know my name?” she asked as her heart began pounding in her chest. “You never asked for my license or registration.”

With the last click of the handcuff, he finally leaned down to her ear as his body pressed against hers. “I’ve been watching you for so very long,” he replied, running his hand up her leg to her hip.

Suddenly, the need to escape overwhelmed her. There were so many things wrong with the entire scenario. Melissa just didn't notice them before. Now that she did, the fear was pounding through her.

His calm laughter broke the silence of the night, drawing her attention, and up rose the possibility of trying to escape. She began struggling, praying that she could break away from him.

Fight or flight kicked in, and she wanted to put as much space between them.

The rage built in him and coated his vision in a fine sheen of blood. His prize was trying to ruin his collection. The last thing that he wanted was to put bruises on her body, but something had to be done, and desperate times called for desperate measures.

Grabbing her by the hair, he slammed her forehead off the roof of the car. As quickly as her struggles began, they ended. Sweeping her up into his arms, he carried her to the trunk of his sedan.

This didn't please him at all.  

As he placed her inside, he once more ran his fingers across her pale flesh and to the growing lump on her forehead. Yes, it would eventually heal and not leave a mark on his precious prize, but still, he was irritated at her unwillingness to hand herself over to him. How could he live with himself if he damaged his own collection?

Racing back over to the car, he quickly wiped down the outside and anything that he may have inadvertently touched. He didn't want to give anyone a way to trace him.

Not that they would ever suspect him.

He blended in effortlessly.

He was the boy next door.

Racing back over to his car, he hopped in and pulled away. Tonight was an amazing night, and he was about to bring home the first woman that he ever loved.

Finally, patience had paid off.

 

A few hours later, she awoke.

Her body was inside some make shift cage. As she tried to sit up, she found that her ankles and neck were tethered with duct tape. Her head swam as she tried to figure out what the hell was happening.

“I was worried about you, Melissa. I thought that maybe you struck your head a little too hard.”

She glanced over towards the voice, as her eyes struggled to adjust to her surroundings. “Where am I?”

His laughter filled the room. “You’re in my home,” he answered as he turned in a circle with his arms out. “I’ve built it just for you and the ones who will join you.”

“Who are you?”

He glanced over at her. “I’m a collector.”

She stared around the concrete room and counted the ten cages. No other ones were filled. She was the only one there. “If you let me go, then I swear that I won’t tell anyone. I don’t know where I am, so I can’t tell the police where you live,” she begged, already hoping that the man could be rationalized with on some level. In the back of her mind, she was memorizing his face. Something about it seemed… familiar.

His laughter said it all.

“Please?”

“You’re a beautiful woman, Melissa, and I am going to take very good care of you. I always do. When I decide to create a collection, I treasure it for a very long time.”

She was horrified.

Yes, she’d seen things like this on the news, but never did she believe that she would end up a victim to such a horrible crime. How did this all happen? Why was she locked in a cage in his basement?

He moved closer to the woman and began snapping more pictures to keep the memories fresh in his mind forever. Now, he could go back and relive this time over and over again.

This was perfect.

“So, you’re going to collect women?” she asked, the horror still evident in her voice. If she could hear it, certainly he could too.

He grinned without offering her a single word.

“Then what?”

That he pondered. Yeah, he couldn’t keep them forever. It would be a financial strain, and he didn't want to damage any of them. “I guess when I finish gathering all my girls, then I’ll do the most responsible thing with all of you.”

She stared at him, her lower lip beginning to quiver. “And that is?” Melissa asked, almost terrified to know.

He shrugged, knowing that he really didn't have many options. “I’ll sell you to someone else that wants to collect or I’ll have to hide you away forever.”

Melissa knew what that meant, and it made her wanted to vomit. When his hand entered the cage to stroke her like a pet, she began to scream.

Again, he smiled. She could call for help all that she wanted. There was no one to hear her or stop him.

He had made sure of that months ago.

“You can yell all you want, Melissa, but it won’t deter me from enjoying you while I can. Finding you and bringing you home took a great deal of work. I plan on taking my time and having fun with my treasure.”

Panic reverberated through her body as she fought against the restraints. She watched him open the front of the cage and pull a hypodermic needle from his back pocket. His handsome features twisted in anger.

“We could have done this the easy way, Melissa, but you had to be difficult.”

She shook her head and tried to avoid the long needle by moving her body as far as she was permitted. God, she couldn’t let him do this! Who knew what was in that hypodermic.

It gave him an iota of pleasure as he shoved it deep into her thigh and pumped her full of drugs.

“Please,” she begged. “Please don’t do this to me. I didn't do anything to you,” Melissa slurred as the drug began to take effect.

He ignored her words, as he straightened her disheveled club wear and waited until it was safe to take her out and play with her. After all, he liked his women to be kept neat and orderly.

“You did lots to me, Melissa. You made me want you and fall in love with you. Now, you have to be mine.”

There was no reply from her, as her head dropped back and her eyes rolled up into her head.

“Welcome to my collection, Melissa. You have the pleasure of being my brunette.”

With that, he set her free of her bonds and took the time to thoroughly enjoy his newly acquired treasure.

 

Like any good collector would.

 

 

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Synopsis for Blood Red Rage

Hi all!

I've finished the back cover for Blood Red Rage, and as promised you are the first to read it!
So, here it is and I hope that you're intrigued and can't wait to get your hands on it.



~Blood Red Rage~

Book One
Littlemoon Investigation series.

They're starting anew.

Julian and Tori Littlemoon are venturing out and are now their own bosses. It's a blessing and a curse at the same time.

As they struggle to build up a business and make a name for themselves, they have other problems facing them down.

Someone is collecting women.

It's a new dangerous game, and since they no longer have the power of the FBI to back them up, they’re learning on the fly.

And it isn't easy!

They've been hired to bring home one missing girl, and no one believes that it’ll be anything more than a simple open and shut case. Unfortunately for the team, it leads them deep into the bowels of something far more sinister.

Dark.

Twisted.

Evil.

With the help of the family, and an unexpected ally with a 'gift', they begin to unravel the mystery of who is taking these women to create the ultimate collection.

The truth will be set free, but can they live with the consequences of what is to come?

The chaos is the least of their worries.

Now, the team has a far bigger concern.

 

It's the Blood Red Rage, and maniac with an appetite to own them all…

 

As to the release date, it's projected for January 1st, 2014, but I may be giving you all a really fun Christmas present this year....

 

Look for the prologue to be posted around the 14th of this month for your sneak preview!!!!

 

 

Have a great day!

 

Much Love, Mayhem, and Murder,

Morgan.

 

 

 

 

 

Another blustery day...

Morning everyone!
Just popping in to wish you all a good day.
I'm deep in the bowels of Consumed by Wrath (book 8) today. I'm just about done with my final read through this week, and it'll be shipped off to my editor and proofer sometime soon. I hope that when you read it, you fall in love with it as much as I did!

I will say that it has made me laugh, cry, and giggle at Elizabeth being Elizabeth. I'm glad that even after what happened to Ethan, she's managed to stay true to who she is inside.

Also, I posted the newest covers on the pages above. (Click on their tabs and voila!) I just added Redemption is Here (book 9) in the FBI series and Love is Bleeding (book 4) in the Croft & Croft series today. Check them out if you want a sneak peek...
Due to cover issues, the Croft series will be switching it up a little bit. I like to keep my covers consistent (it's the OCD control freak in me) but this time it's out of my power, so from here on out, the Croft books will look a little different. I played with doing fun new covers, but after switching up the FBI series and all of your feedback on you liking the original ones, I went back to them. After all, your opinion matters a lot to me.

Starting Thursday, I'll be doing the last approval of Blood Red Rage (book 1) It's just to make sure all the content is okay and that I'm happy with the cover. The cover for the E book and the paperback will be slightly different, due to formatting, but you'll see that they're very similar and contain all the same elements.

I wanted to thank you all for your awesome reviews on amazon and Goodreads. It helps me gauge the direction of the books, and to see if I'm doing a good enough job with the characters. If you haven't left reviews, please do. I want all the potential readers to see how you all feel about the books, especially those of you that were worried about the threesome aspect of the FBI series. Even if you hate the couple, I still value your opinion, and that's why I also have the Croft series and soon the Littlemoon one. I want everyone to be happy!

Off to finish reading, and then some holiday prepping.
I'm wishing you all much LOVE, MAYHEM and MURDER!

Morgan
xx