Thursday, December 15, 2011

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Sunday, December 11, 2011

Guest Post: Deena Remiel's Agremon Dishes About His Charming Self

Morgan's Musings welcomes Agremon the Terrible


Please pardon the following blog post. I was going to write something completely different, but Agremon busted into my office and snatched my computer! Before I had a chance to get it back, he’d already written this and locked it so I can’t change it. Silly demon… doesn’t he realize I can write him out of a storyline?  ~ Deena Remiel

Agremon Dishes About His Charming Self
By Agremon the Terrible

I’m gonna lay it on the line for all of you right now. If you wanna live, don’t mess with me. They call me Agremon, The Terrible, and I live up to that reputation. Don’t piss me off, don’t look at me funny, and don’t even breathe in my direction. I WILL come to you in your dreams and scare you literally to death. You’ve been warned.

Why am I such a delightful fellow? You try spending eternity being scorned by The Brethren and sucking up to Satan every freakin’ day. He has me running around his cult compound like I’m some grunt or slave. Okay, so I am his henchman, but where are the perks he promised me, I ask you? And now Satan… oh excuse me, he’s calling himself Namirha these days, is on my butt to find  this kid he thinks is the answer to his gaining ultimate power over the world. Yawn.  I’ve got something else in mind for her, but if I tell ya, I’ll have to kill ya. Now that doesn’t sound so bad come to think of it.

I guess I’m supposed to be talking about TRINITY, A Brethren Novel, but really, why would I want to acknowledge the Brethrens’ immortal existence when I’m more appealing and immortal, too? All right! So they look prettier than me. And women swoon over them. I used to look like them… once. Before I gained immeasurable power, that is. I’d much rather look like I do now. I scare the crap out of people and that suits me just fine. Not sure if it’s my razor sharp needle-like teeth, or the thorny protrusions all over my body that does it. It could be my charming personality. Whatever kills them, though, it’s all good to me.

Hey, I know you. You like sarcasm, a sharp wit, and bad demons. I come by all that naturally. When others are dying for Michael and Raphael trading cards, you’ll be clamoring for one of ME! Embrace your inner demon… start an Agremon fan club in your neighborhood. I promise to give you anything your measly, human heart desires.  Now, get the hell out of here! You’ve wasted enough my time! Hell, I guess I should tell you to read Trinity, A Brethren Novel. But NOT for the Brethren! Read it because I’M in it!

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Friday, December 9, 2011

Guest Post: Author Lynda Kaye Frazier interviews Mercedes Kingsley

Morgan's Musings welcomes Lynda Kaye Frazier and Mercedes Kingsley!


My name is Lynda Kaye Frazier and I write Suspense Romances. I’ve finished my first book, Rescued from the Dark, and I’m half way through my second. Yet to be published, but hopeful, I’m waiting on any response from publishers.

I am interviewing Mercedes Kingsley. She is an FBI intern waiting on a response from her application to the Academy. She is struggling with her need to be an agent and her attraction to a Jason Michaels, while hiding a secret that will destroy everything she has worked so hard to build.

Lynda:  “Welcome Ms. Kingsley. I have asked you here to go over a few items in your application for the Academy.  I’ve reviewed your paperwork and would like you to tell me about the incidents that caused your father’s retirement 10 years ago.”

Mercy;   Mercy swallowed hard and rubbed her sweaty palms together. ” It was a botched kidnapping which had a devastating ending to my father’s career. “  They just don’t need to know what else ended that night.

Lynda; “Could I have details please, I need it for the application. You failed to give information that we will need for the review board.”

Mercy:  “My parents are partners in a software firm. There were threats made to the company and I was kidnapped because of them. My Father and his partner, Ron Daily, found out where I was. My Dad did not follow protocol and he came in without back-up. But because he did, I was saved. His career died that night and so did my dream to be an agent. I could not apply for the Academy as long as my dad struggled to get his life back.  But, as you have read, it’s been 10 years and I realized that being an agent was the only think I wanted to do. So I pursued the internship and applied to the Academy.”  Mercy’s heart was racing, stay in control, this will be over soon.

Lynda:  “Are your parents fine with the decision? You know your father will be interviewed, and I know him. His opinion will be taken into account.”

Mercy:  “I know how this will affect my parents but they will back my decision.  I didn’t want to tell them until I had my acceptance letter.”  I don’t want to tell them until I’m in the Academy. Ron said they weren’t going to talk to my dad. What changed?

Lynda:” I see that you had counseling after the kidnapping and treatment for anxiety and you suffer from claustrophobia.  Those are issues that need to be resolved before the board review. It will affect your ability to be an agent.”

Mercy:  How did they find out? Ron said no one would know and I would have time to figure out a way around it. What else can go wrong? “My counseling was complete and I was released. I attached my past medical records in my application. My issue with claustrophobia is in the past. That should also be stated in my medical papers.”

Lynda: “It is. I just wanted to hear you say it, and make me believe it.  During the Academy you will be working closely with Ron Daily and his team. Will that be a problem for you? I see you have a close relationship with them and a personal one with Jason Michaels. Have you read the rules Mercy? We have guidelines and if this is an issue I want to know now.”

Mercy; Mercy’s chest squeezed and her hands shook. She had to stop the panic attack before it ruined everything. It will kill her application quicker than the kiss. The memory of that kiss still warmed her lips but she knew the rules, and the pain she saw in his eyes as she walked away will always haunt her.  “It will not be an issue. Agent Daily and his team have helped me during my internship, and that’s all. We have a close working relationship only. Mr. Michaels and I do not have any kind of relationship, nor do we plan on having one. We both are aware of the rules and what is at stake if any are broken.”

Lynda: “Ok as long as you are aware that they will also be interview”

Mercy: Mercy took a deep breath as the phone rang.

Lynda: “I need to take this. I believe I have everything I need. I will contact you when the board reviews your application. Make sure you discuss this with your family. We will be contacting them soon”

Mercy quickly left room as her heart pounded in her ears. She had to find her parents and talk to them, but she had to see Jason first, if he’ll see her.  Mercy swallowed past the fear in her throat. She has told so many lies to hide the truth and hid a few secrets she’s not ready for anyone to know and it’s all closing in on her, fast.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Guest Post: Chicki Brown interviews Ogden "Kip" Lee from Hot Fun in the Summertime

Morgan's Musings welcomes Author Chicki Brown and Ogden "Kip Lee!


I am continuing my interviews with the seven singles sharing a summer house in Beach Haven, New Jersey. Since I’ve previously talked with two of the women, today my subject is the most vocal of the male residents, college drama instructor, Ogden “Kip” Lee.  When I step outside onto the back deck, I try not to show my reaction at finding him wearing only a pair of baggy shorts and a pair of sunglasses. Kip’s physical appearance is impossible to ignore. I honestly expect him to cock an eyebrow and ask if I can smell what he’s cooking.

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Kip: (clasping his hands behind his head and his biceps suddenly expand like he blew them up with a bicycle pump.) “So, what can I do for you?

Me: (Wow, loaded question. I sink into the cushioned Adirondack chair next to him and place my recorder on the table between us.) Do you mind?

Kip:  Not at all, sweetheart.

Me: (Normally I would’ve launched into a speech about political correctness after being called sweetheart by a man I just met. But somehow I sensed that he didn’t mean it in a condescending way.) You know I’ve already spoken with Shontae and Kinnik, but before I leave I’d like to get the male perspective on your summer arrangement. Why are you here?

Kip:  (removes his shades and rests them on the table) You mean the ladies didn’t give you their opinions already?

Me:  They did, but I’d like to hear it from you.

Kip: No reason to front. I’m only here to relax and party. No goals. No ulterior motives. I work hard while school is in session, but once vacation starts I leave Professor Lee in New York and go back to being just plain old Kip.

Me: (thinking there was nothing at all plain about this chocolate Adonis) So, how do you see things going this summer?

Kip:  (scratches his chin and smiles) To tell you the truth, nobody ever knows how it’s going to go. This summer I’m the only one who’s not waiting for something. They’re all on some kind of countdown.

Me: Which of the countdowns do you see coming to fruition?

Kip: From what I’ve picked up from listening to the women, Jo’s hoping Walt pops the question. It’s not happening, if you ask me.

Me:  What do you mean?

Kip: (snickers) Walt’s been married twice, and he and Jo have been together five years. I know what a man looks like when he’s content, and in my opinion he looks pretty content with things just the way they are. Doc has a plan, and for his sake, I hope Linda’s finally ready.

Me: Why?

Kip: (sighs and then smiles) Because he’s banking on it. Ever since last summer, he’s basically taken himself out of circulation for her. If it were anyone but Lin, I’d say he made a stupid move.

 There are too many women in this world to sit around waiting for one to decide whether she wants you or not. I don’t think she’d do it on purpose, but I hope Lin doesn’t end up jerking him around.

Me: You said everyone is waiting for something. I didn’t get that impression from Kinnik.

Kip: (chuckles) As long as there are men around, K always has a target. I’m afraid she’ll use her mojo on Devon.

Me: Afraid? Why?

Kip: Shontae won’t have a chance if K aims both barrels at my boy.

Me: She is stunning.

Kip: Kinnik isn’t just beautiful. She’s got skills. (He winks, and I choose to let the comment slide.)

Me: But Shontae seems to be a really sweet person.

Kip: (frowns) She is, and that’s the problem. Sometimes being sweet can work against you. She doesn’t know how to fight dirty. It’s not in her. Fighting dirty is all Kinnik knows. I just hope I don’t end up having to pry their claws out of each other.

Me: I understand you invited Devon this year. Do you see him fitting in with a group that’s been together three years?

Kip: Devon can adapt to anything. That’s why he’s such a good actor.

Me: From what I’ve seen, you folks are in the minority here on the island. Does that bother you?

Kip: (The way his mouth twists, I see I’ve hit a tender topic.) Not me.

Me: Do you think your neighbors are as open minded?

Kip: No matter what their attitudes are, I’m still gonna do Kip. The neighbors don’t have anything to do with my social life. Besides the ladies vacationing in Beach Haven don’t have any problems with it. As far as I’m concerned, women are women. I believe in equal opportunity.

Me: Well, I hope your summer turns out to be all you’re expecting.

Kip: (scans me from head to toe before returning his sunglasses to his face with a devious smirk) Oh it will. Why don’t you stick around for a few days? You’d fit right in.

Me: (feeling a bit uneasy from his scrutiny and the underlying sensuality in his tone) Thanks, but I have a deadline to meet and my editor won’t take any excuses. It was great meeting you, Kip.

Kip: (clasps his hands behind his head once more) You too, sweetheart. If you change your mind, we’ll make room for you.
Thanks to Chicki Brown and "Kip" for stopping by Morgan's Musings!

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Guest Post: Sherry Gloag's Interview with Trudi and Rafe

Morgan's Musings welcomes Author Sherry Gloag and Trudi & Rafe


“Do you think she’s gonna show?”

I heard Trudi’s urgent whisper as I approached the hotel lounge, where we’d agreed to meet.  I paused and waited for Rafe’s reply.

“’Course she is, after all without us she’s got nothing to blog.”

“That’s a bit cynical.”  Trudi’s indignation warmed my heart.

“Realistic, sweetheart.”

For some reason I’ve managed to annoy my hero big time.  I had to discover why.

“Hi guys.”  Pasting on a bright smile I hid behind my false bravado.  Trudi’s face, I noticed resembled Rudolf’s legendry nose, while Rafe cleared his throat, stood and offered his hand, all smiles, sweetness and light.

“Thanks for coming.”  I headed for a chair with its back to the window.

“Not a problem.”  Rafe moved his chair closer to his wife’s. “You said something about an interview?”

“Do you have a problem with that?”  I practiced my best smile on my hero in Duty Calls, Published by Black Opal Books, and swallowed a sigh of satisfaction when he shook his head.

“Trudi, perhaps I can start with you?”

She nodded, cast a nervous glance at Rafe and waited.

“I see you’re expecting another child, how do you feel, knowing Rafe will be there for you this time.”

Ignoring the shuffled and muttered “it wasn’t my fault’ from Rafe, I kept my attention on my heroine.

“He’s wonderful.  I don’t know how I managed without him last time.”

“Pretty well from all accounts, you delivered your friend, Bella’s daughter when your own was clambering to arrive.”

“My wife is an amazing lady.”  Rafe’s pride shone in his eyes.

“She is that.”  I agreed.

“Can you remember how you felt when you first realised Rachel was your daughter?”

I watched a myriad of emotions chase across Rafe’s face.

“Anger came first.”  Rafe reached over to caress Trudi’s cheek.  “Remember, I didn’t know the circumstances behind what I considered her deception.  When I did, awe came next.  Awe that this beautiful woman came through such trauma and is still the fine woman she is today.”  He paused, rubbed his chin with forefinger and thumb. “At the time I wondered at the instant sense of connection to Rachel, and can’t explain to this day why I didn’t see her similarity to my niece Tammy.  They’re like peas in a pod.”

The pensive smile slipped from his face.  “Megan saw it instantly, and I wasn’t here to protect Trudi.”

Trudi captured the hand at her face, turned it over and kissed his palm.  “You can’t blame your sister for her mistake, Rafe. Perhaps it was just as well you had gone home to Boston.  There were enough emotional fireworks exploding that day to challenge a Guy Fawkes display.”

“Do you miss living in Kinsale Hall?”  I asked her before they forgot my presence altogether.

“The Hall?” She shook her head, refocused on my question and laughed.  A light-hearted, open laugh.  “No.  Not at all.  The farmhouse is a home for family, where we can be together without interruption for the inmates at the Hall.  Much as I love them, I love my home and family much more.”

“So I should hope!”  Rafe said.

Noticing Trudi’s discomfort I decided to wrap up the interview.  “When is your baby due?”

“Two weeks ago.”  Trudi’s nervous laugh had me shifting in my seat.

“He has less than twenty four hours to make his appearance without help.”  At Rafe’s determined tone Trudi nodded. “I’m booked into the maternity ward tomorrow,” she revealed, “and not looking forward to that.”

“I’ll be there with you this time.  There’s nothing to worry about.”

“He?”  I asked.

“Yes.”  This time Trudi’s smile was bright enough to light up the room.  “Jesse Kinsale Hawk.”

I couldn’t hide my surprise at this revelation.  “Kinsale?”  I asked Rafe, remembering he’d sworn never to have anything to do with his birth father, and yet his son would bear the Kinsale name?

“Can’t give the boy one grandfather’s name, without including the other.”  Rafe’s nonchalant tone didn’t fool me for a second.

“That’s quite a legacy he’s going to carry.” I offered with caution.

“He’s a Hawk, he’ll manage.”

Trudi’s groan had us both jumping to our feet.

“Rafe,” she gasped, “I don’t think Jesse’s about to wait to make his appearance.”

In front of my eyes, the cool, calm and collected Rafe, equal to any crisis, froze.

“I’ll call an ambulance,” I said, and waited long enough to wave them off to the hospital.

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Monday, December 5, 2011

Guest Post: Roxy Kade interviews Amberlyn Darksky

Morgan's Musings welcomes Roxanne Kade and Amberlyn Darksky!


Hello, everyone. My name is Roxanne Kade and I am the author of THE BLOODY CRESCENT BOOK 1: THERIAN. Today it gives me great pleasure to introduce you to Amberlyn Darksky. When Amber received her acceptance letter to Cyprus Falls University, little did she know that her life would change forever. Vampires, werewolves and dark family secrets would soon lead her to her true destiny.

ROXY: Hello, Amber. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me today.

AMBER: *nods head slowly* Hello.

ROXY: The last few months have been anything but easy for you. How are you holding up?

AMBER: Um...Okay, I guess. I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to feel any more. So much has happened and so much has changed. I just have to take each day as it comes.

ROXY: Well, I'm sure things will get better. *reaches over and pats Amber's hand* Let us start from the beginning, shall we? For so many years Carmine kept you hidden on the family estate. Didn't you ever wonder why? Didn't you ever think that there was more to it than him just wanting to keep you safe?

AMBER: When I was younger, I guess I never knew any better. My father was my world and he made me believe that staying hidden was for my own protection. I never understood why until I was a little older. Carmine always used my "gift" as an excuse for keeping me from enjoying life. He said people would never accept me. That's when Guili and I started with the college applications. I had to show Carmine that I was as normal as anyone else. I never thought that there was something more to the story...

ROXY: This "gift" you speak of. Tell me more about it.

AMBER: Oh, I don't know. I really shouldn't speak about it.

ROXY: Come on! It's me, Roxy, you can tell me anything.

AMBER: *sighs* Okay, fine. I suppose it is the least of my problems at the moment...ever since I can remember, I've been able to see people's memories. And I feel every emotion that comes with those memories. It's a curse really.

ROXY: Are you crazy? That is an amazing gift to have. I can only imagine the things you have seen. What did you see when you touched me?

AMBER: Please, I'm really not in the mood to discuss this any further. Could we just move onto something else?

ROXY: Okay, okay *holds up hands* Tell us about Tayelon.

AMBER: *blushes uncontrollably* Next!

ROXY: Oh no! You're not getting off that easily. Tell us about the first time you ever saw thought he was "smoking hot", right?

AMBER: Yeah, he was. He still is! The first time I saw him I lost all control of myself. I couldn't speak, I couldn't think. I thought my heart was going to literally leap from my chest! I couldn't stop staring into his eyes. Oh, he has the most gorgeous hazel eyes!

ROXY: Hmm, something tells me you don't hate him as much as you want us all to believe.

AMBER: But I do...I mean, after what he did, how could I not!?! He almost killed me! And even though he didn't kill Carmine, he played a major part in it. If only he had been honest with me from the beginning, maybe things would have ended differently.

ROXY: Can you really blame him though? Would it have made any difference if he had told you the truth from the start?

AMBER: Of course it would have. I accepted him for what he was and if he had told me about Carmine and the history with his family, perhaps I could have changed things. I needed answers. I needed Carmine to tell me the truth, but before I got that chance, Tayelon and the rest of the pack rushed in and killed him!

ROXY: Okay, but surely you can understand why they did that. Your father was an evil fiend after all.

AMBER: Yes, that's true. But he was still my father. How do I not hate Tayelon for taking him from me?

ROXY: Amber, I still get the sense that you love Tayelon. Do you?

AMBER: I...I...*squirms in her chair* I hate him, I do. But I can't stop thinking about him, and wanting him. My heart aches every time I think of him. *sighs* Loving and hating someone at the same time is too exhausting. It's driving me crazy.

ROXY: That bring me to the next question. Maghon Thomas of Abbeville, LA, wants to know if you'll ever be able to forgive Tayelon for the choices he made?

AMBER: I don't a way I have. But I'll never forget what he did. He lied to me, hurt me in the worst possible way. I don't know if there's any way we could ever go back to what we were before. I'm just so confused at the moment. I don't know what to believe...all I wanted was to be normal...*holds head in hands and silently begins to sob*

ROXY: I think that is our cue to wrap things up. Join me again on December 15th when I will be chatting to *cups mouth with hand and whispers* Tayelon Cree, who will tell us his side of the story.


All Amberlyn Darksky has ever wanted is to be normal. But what if normal is everything supernatural and legendary?

Amber has never been ordinary. She has a gift, the ability to see memories through simple touch, and for her it’s a curse. Especially when she has to relive her mother’s death the night she was born, through her father’s eyes. Leading a sheltered life for years under his constant watch has her yearning for freedom and her acceptance into Cyprus Falls University gives her just that.

She is immediately plunged into a world of true love, heartache, seduction, and horror. With a deepening affection for Tayelon Cree, whose sparkling hazel eyes leave her breathless, and the undeniable allure of Lucard Colbaine, who seems to be immune to her gift, can she accept what either of them represent in her life? And what about the steely-eyed vampire who invades her dreams? When the blackouts and nightmares begin, Amber fears the pain that rips into her soul and threatens to destroy her. Before long she is faced with the truth of her destiny as well as the devastating secrets that surround the people she holds dearest; dark secrets that will truly change the course of her very existence. Amber doesn’t know if she has the strength to accept the hand fate has dealt her. She will have to fight as hard as possible to remain human while the beasts inside her rage to take over.

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Saturday, December 3, 2011

Guest Post: Interview with Linet Fenna

Morgan's Musings welcomes Linet Fenna

December 24, 1892

Eliza Dunney:  Welcome to London Housemaid Monthly, Miss Fenna, and thank you for being our subject for this month’s feature. How long have you been in service?

Linet Fenna:  Three years now.

Eliza Dunney:  Did you start out as a housemaid?

Linet Fenna:  No, I was a maid-of-all-work for a small household, starting when I was seventeen. Last year I came to the Guterman’s house as second housemaid.

Eliza Dunney:  Is it your dream to be a housekeeper one day?

Linet Fenna:  Well, if I don’t marry. Not many other choices these days.

Eliza Dunney:  Did you once have different dreams?

Linet Fenna:  She smiles. My early life was anything but traditional. Of course, I can’t speak about it, since my family was a bit, well, unusual.

Eliza Dunney:  What happened to change the course of your life?

Linet Fenna:  Prime Minister Gladstone decided only the British Air Force, the Blockaders, belonged in the skies. Anyone who was known to have an airship was arrested. She shudders.

Eliza Dunney:  Wasn’t anyone who owned an airship an air pirate?

Linet Fenna:  A free trader, more like. Don’t you think taxes on luxury goods are too high?

Eliza Dunney:  You do have a point. Did you have help escaping during the arrests?

Linet Fenna:  No, I’m completely on my own now.

Eliza Dunney:  The sound of chugging can be heard in the air. That sounds like an airship, Miss Fenna.

Linet Fenna:  Yes, I suppose you are correct. Looks wistful. I remember when that was a happy sound.

Eliza Dunney: Do you think the free traders will ever rise again?

Linet Fenna:  The prime minister is an old man. Hopefully the next government will be less restrictive. But Gladstone wiped out a generation of airship captains. When the new captains emerge, they will be young and hungry.

Eliza Dunney:  And handsome, I hope?

Linet Fenna:  She grins. Airship captains? Trust me, they are always handsome, and very sure of themselves!

Eliza Dunney:  Thank you for sitting with us today. I’m sure you must get back to your duties.

Linet Fenna. Oh yes. The first housemaid is ill and the Gutermans have many guests arriving later today for the holidays. I have much to accomplish!

Eliza Dunney:  Good luck to you, Miss Fenna!

Author bio:

Heather Hiestand is the author of seven novels as well as many novellas and short stories. Her imagination keeps her entertained with romance, mystery and futuristic/fantasy story ideas, many of which eventually become words on a page. She lives in Washington State with her husband and son. For more information, see her website at

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Housemaid Linet Fenna would rather be an air pirate than a servant. When she finds the ladder to an airship dangling outside her garret window on Christmas Eve, 1892, she ascends to the skies above London on her late father’s flagship dirigible, the Christmas. The new captain is someone she never expected to see again, a dangerous, sexy foe. Is the Fenna family nemesis offering Linet her heart’s desire or a dastardly trap? Captain Andrew’s motivations are as foggy as the coal-soaked sky. Prime Minister Gladstone’s Blockaders, a horde of automen and a teenage girl named Hatchet want Linet to fail in her quest to discover what happened to her missing family, but she is determined to have a happy Christmas.

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Friday, December 2, 2011

A chat with IN IT TO WIN IT's Grayson Pierce

I am Morgan Kearns; former journalist, current author, and mother of four children to keep things interesting. I write contemporary and paranormal romance.

My second novel, IN IT TO WIN IT, is the story of Sportscaster Jane Alexander and Baseball Bad-Boy Grayson Pierce.

Tabloids love Grayson, and I’ve gotta admit I’m pretty fond of him myself.  

MK: *shakes his huge hand* Hey, Grayson, it’s really good to see you.

Grayson: It’s great to see you, too, Morgan. How are things? You torturing Xavier yet?

MK: Torturing? Is that what you think I do?

Grayson: *laughs* Hell, yeah. You’re pretty sadistic.

MK: *rolls eyes* It’s a good thing you’re story’s already done.

Grayson: Seriously, you’re writing his story, right?

MK: I am. He’s an interesting guy.

Grayson: *nods* He needs a good woman who’ll love that chip off his shoulder. Do you know who she is yet.

MK: Of course. You know her, too.

Grayson: Really?

MK: *holds up hand* Before you ask; no, I won’t tell you who she is.

Grayson: Damn.

MK: Let’s talk about Jane.

Grayson: My favorite subject.

MK: How are things going between you two?

Grayson: *shakes his head and grins like a fool* She’s good. She’s great. We’re great. Did you know we’re getting married?

MK: I think I did hear that somewhere.

Grayson: *laughs* Yeah, I’m sure you did.

MK: How’s the long distance thing working?

Grayson: *frowns* It sucks. Last year was brutal. But I don’t have to report for spring training until February so we’re spending every possible second together ‘til then. After that … I don’t want to think about it.

MK: Tell me about the first time you saw Jane after fifteen years.

Grayson: Seeing her was like a two-by-four to the chest. She looked amazing, better than I’d imagined. I didn’t expect her to be standing in the locker room.

MK: She is a sportscaster.

Grayson: Yeah. I know, and I expected she’d be shoving a microphone in my face at some point, but I didn’t expect her to show up when she did. I really threw me for a loop.  

MK: You were kind of a jerk to her.

Grayson: *laughs* Kind of? I was a complete and total ass! The stricken look on her face nearly killed me. I wanted to scoop her up in my arms and never let her go. I’m surprised she didn’t slap me silly.

MK: What does the future hold?

Grayson: I don’t know beyond the wedding. I travel a lot. Her job keeps her in Salt Lake. We’re taking things one day at a time. She loves me, that’s all that matters to me. And she’s amazing.

MK: What about kids?

Grayson: *big cheesy grin* Yes.

MK: Is that an announcement?

Grayson: *raises brow* You tell me.

MK: *laughs* Touche. Okay, this question is for Liza; Do you have any available friends she could date?

Grayson: *shrugs* A lot of the guys are still single. Would I set them up with someone as sweet as Liza? Probably not. But, if you’re to be believed, and Xavier can be tamed, then anything’s possible. Give me her number, I’ll see what I can do.

Jane sticks her head in.

Jane: Oh, hey, Morgan. I’m sorry to bug you guys, but I need to steal him away. We’re going to be late for the appointment to pick out Save-The-Date cards.

Grayson: Thanks, babe. We’re almost done.

Jane leaves.

MK: Last question. What’s Santa bringing Jane?

Grayson: *grins* I know it’s cheesy, but I got her diamond earrings.

MK: Not cheesy at all. Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.


Jane and Grayson’s story is IN IT TO WIN IT and can be found on:

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Guest Post: Lindsay Downs interviews Emily Dahill

Morgan's Musings welcomes Lindsay Downs and Emily Dahill

Interviewer: Today I’m joined by Special Agent Emily Dahill, CID.

Emily Dahill: *nods greeting*

I: Why don’t you start by telling us a little about yourself?

ED: Is that a size joke? Just because I’m only five one doesn’t make me small. I like to think of myself as a stick of dynamite packed in a bullet.

I: I’m sorry. What I should have said was tell us where you’re from and some of your Army background? Like, did you always want to be a CID agent?

ED: Being a Army brat I really never had a home, a house yeah, in one Army base or another all over the world. It wasn’t until I took the post at Fort Del Gue did I finally get the home I’d wanted all those years. And as for being a CID agent, yes that was a lifelong dream of mine. I get the best, for me at least, of both worlds. I’m still in the Army and I have a wonderful opportunity to help protect soldiers from criminals.

I: Even if the criminal is a soldier?

ED: Even more so. There was this one case, you all will get to read about it in January I think. Anyway, this one soldier had committed a crime before enlisting and wasn’t caught until years later. It’s a really fascinating story that I’m sure everyone will enjoy reading.

I: Isn’t that the case where *scratches head thinking* what’s his name makes an appearance again?

ED: *her brow furrows in disappointment* Yes, actually this was the second time in recent memory, which with him is the only recollection I have. If it’s the same person, whom we’ve come to call ‘the brown-haired man’, I think we first met in Iraq but with the helicopter crash and everything that part of my memory is lost. The shrink says it’s some form of amnesia that may or may not improve.

I: *interrupts* But you can describe him, right?

ED: Ah, no. I recognize him at the time I see him but put me in front of a sketch artist and forget it. Blank. Too bad Dakota can’t talk then he’d be able to give a really good description of the man.

I: Speaking of Dakota, where is he? I’d have thought he would have come with you today.

ED: He was going to come but decided to stay back at Richard and Alison’s house. Seem the kids and their new puppies are stopping over for some training.

I: Those are the ones from the newest book, A Dog Gone Christmas?

ED: Yes, and I hope I didn’t give too much of the story away. It’s really sweet and very heartwarming. I did bring the backcover blurb so everyone who stops by can see for themselves. The author is also donating a portion of the royalties to the local collie rescue group.

I: Great, you didn’t by any chance bring the blurb for your first book, you know the one where Dakota out fishes you and your friends.

ED: *BLUSHES* Grrrrrr. Yes I did and I was told by the author that one lucky person who leaves a comment gets a chance to win both books. *Emily answers her cellphone* Sorry but I’ve got to get back to the house. Seems Dad just showed up. It’s been nice talking with you. Oh, here’s the blurbs I brought. *hands a sheet of paper to the interviewer.

I: It’s been a pleasure having you and say HI to your father for me. *Shakes hands with Emily then turns to the camera* here are the blurbs my guest mentioned:

Emily Dahill, CID Part 1
Final Mission-After being seriously wounded in a copter crash in Iraq Sgt. Emily Dahill meets her new partner as she embarks on her new Army career as a CID agent. Who could this new partner be?

A Body in the Snow- Emily and her partner, Dakota, cross bullets with their most determined foe. Who will survive?

Right Place, Wrong Day-On leave to hang with friends Emily gets the surprise of her life.

Dog on Fishing-When it comes to knowing how to fish, and catch the big ones, never underestimate your partner. He might surprise you.

A Dog Gone Christmas

When a call for paws goes out, five friends bring their collies without question to a friend’s house. They learn the collies are needed to help seven children with the grief of losing a parent in Iraq or Afghanistan. Now, with seven friends, four collie yearlings and their mother, they set out to help the children

Not far away a mother hopefully leads her seven puppies to safety from a man intent on selling them for illicit purposes.

By a miracle of fate the two mother collies find each other right before the man sells the puppies.

That Christmas morning will be one the children will remember all their lives and they are united with the puppies.

Links for Emily Dahill, CID Part 1
To request an autograph on your kindle (my author page)

Astraea Press
Barnes & Noble

 Links for A Dog Gone Christmas
To request an autograph on your kindle (my author page)

Astraea Press
Barnes and Noble
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