Happy New Year & What's New for 2018

I hope you have all had a wonderful Christmas and have set some fantastic goals for 2018.

A lot of people are saying it, but where the hell did 2017 go? This year has just gone so quickly, it's insane.

Newsletter

I decided last year it was time for me to start a newsletter as I often wonder if people are actually seeing my facebook or blog post etc. the way social media is sometimes, well, posts can be missed and that's not fair on you. At least with a newsletter it is going straight to your email accounts and you have the option to hold on to any of them.

So, the plan is that I shall be sending a newsletter out every 3 months; January, April, July, and October. Unless something super exciting comes up or I naturally have a release due then there might be the odd sneaky one slipped in, but those main 4 will be updates.

As a thank you for subscribing to my newsletter you will automatically be added into my subscribers giveaway. With the help of Random.org a name shall be selected every 3 months from the list of my subscribers and the winner will be announced in the next newsletter.

So the winner of this months prize will be selected in April and announced in the April newsletter.

The first prize I'm giving away is themed on my debut novella, Razel Dazzle. It only seemed right this being my first newsletter. The selected subscriber will receive a book quote tote bag, a signed copy of Razel Dazzle and a custom made bookmark.

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WIP & Releases

2017 was a slow year for me when it came to writing. Actually scratch that, it's been my slowest year as in I published nothing at all. It doesn't make me feel good. I feel rubbish about it, but it is just the way the year went and I can't do anything about it now.

Just because I haven't published anything new this year it doesn't mean that I haven't been writing. I go into some slush pile projects every now and then and add bits, and since I published Blood Secrets back in April 2016, I have spent a year and a half chipping away at Cross My Heart: Blood Book 1.5. The reason it has taken so long is because of stuff that's been going on in my life and where my head has been at, but I don't like the fact that yet again there has been a huge gap between the last and next release in this series, but I also dont want to write any old rubbish just for the sake of getting the book finished and released.

So I apologize for the delay of the next Blood Book and once again, thank you all for your patience.

Needless to say my biggest priority this year is finishing AND publishing, Cross My Heart. I can't set a date yet. I set the word goal for 30k. I'm already over 15k, but as with all of my goals I will probably go over 30k so for no lets just say I'm aiming to have this book finished by summer and for release in Autumn at the latest.

In other news for 2017, I received the rights back for two of my stories; Truth or Dare? which is a 10k short story, and my novella Stepping Stones. I will be re-releasing both of these books in 2018. For those of you that have already purchased them please note that the stories haven't changed. The main change is to the pricing.

Tuesday Teaser: Cross My Heart

Every Tuesday I will share a teaser from Work in Progress' only.

So it will be teasers from all unpublished manuscripts. Nothing from already published books.

This weeks teaser is taken from the next book in my Blood Series, Cross My Heart, Book 1.5

It continues from the last Tuesday Teaser, which you can read here.

Please remember it is still a rough draft so there will be mistakes and details are subject to change.

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I felt my brow furrow. “What d’ya mean?”

“Do not play coy.” Her hand slipped under the waistline of my jeans, her fingers wrapped greedily around my junk, which leapt eagerly into her curious palm.

Fucking blood.

“You still seriously blaming this on the blood?”

Yes, blood causes reactions.

“Having your dick touched by a female after months of neglect would also be a reason why you’re almost as hard as rock.” Elle gagged. “But she’s a dead female, Than. I mean, that’s just nasty.”

I know. Jesus Christ, Elle. I’ve been fucking kidnapped; turned into a vampire against my will. I’m strapped up, being force fed blood, and getting sexually assaulted here and you’re making out like I’m bloody well enjoying this!

She held her hands up. “Hey, don’t yell at me. Try telling your dick all that; he’s the one whose behind on recent events.”

“What did they want; what did you overhear?”

 “Lady, I have no idea what you are on about.”

“The Wolves.” The words left her mouth on a hiss.

“Wolves? What-“

She squeezed harder. “They were here only days ago. They killed most of the vampires who nested here.”

“Fuck.” I grit my teeth. “What?”

“You expect me to believe you heard nothing? No grunting.” Her strokes became quicker, firmer. “No growling, or screaming?”

“I heard nothing. Last thing I remember was the redhead hooking up blood to my drip and then rolling me into white room-“

“And then you went bat shit for hours; as if someone had given you chocolate and cocaine or some crazy mix.”

“And then what?”

“I woke up in here like.... fuck.” I bit the inside of my cheek as her nails dug into the underside of my junk. “I don’t know how long I’ve been in here. I blacked out. The blood she gave me was-“

“So you heard nothing?” Her hand disappeared. “That is a shame for you. I only reward good boys.” She moved closer, so her breasts were squashed against my chest. Her hair felt like silk as it brushed against my shoulders.  “Then again, I suppose it was not your fault; your notes do indicate that the Were’s blood was not kind to your system.” She popped the button on my jeans. “You have apparently been in and out of consciousness for days.”

“What blood? I don’t-“ my words died as she sank down to her knees.

“Okay, I’m going into the hall. I can’t watch this shite. She could bite your dick off or anything.”

Bite my dick off? My gaze snapped to Elle’s back as she left the room, before dropping down to the wicked gaze of the temptress.

“You really did not hear anything?” She pulled my zipper down. “Even in your futile state; nothing sank through?”

What the fuck? Elle? The vampires fingers curled around the seam of my jeans. Will it grow back if she does bite it off? Elle!?

Every muscle in my body was already tense, but I was rigid. Unable to do nothing, but helplessly look down toward my prize jewels. Would this be it? Would I die-die from having my dick torn off? Or would I be a dickless Vampire?

“You’re already one if you ask me; what kind of Vampire puts up with being strapped up for so long?”

Fuck you, Elle! You have no idea what I’m going through!

“Woman I haven’t a damn clue what you’re fucking on about, but if I did-“

“Constance?” a male called.

A sigh escaped her. “To be continued.” She straightened, zipped up my jeans and gave my crotch a pat. “Drink up N; that is the last batch you will get before we leave.”

Copyright © 2017, Cross My Heart, Blood Book: 1.5,  Elizabeth Morgan

Tuesday Teaser: Cross My Heart

Every Tuesday I will share a teaser from Work in Progress' only.

So it will be teasers from all unpublished manuscripts. Nothing from already published books.

This weeks teaser is taken from the next book in my Blood Series, Cross My Heart, Book 1.5

It continues from the first Tuesday Teaser I posted 7 weeks ago, which you can read here.

Please remember it is still a rough draft so there will be mistakes and details are subject to change.

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“How delightful.” The female Vampire slid up alongside my nursemaid; her hand landed on his arm and with that simple gesture he released my face and exited the room.

I opened my mouth wide stretching my aching jaw; only to regurgitate as the tube slid further down my throat. “Why am I here?”

“Surely you have been told that by now?”

“Apart from being told I’m a Vamp, which I kinda guessed since I have no heartbeat but now have fangs; Red and Skinny have done nothing but feed me blood and prod me with needles.” I gulped, swallowing more blood from the tube; wishing I could spit it out, but it was too far down my throat to even try. “If I’m one of you then why aren’t I frolicking around this place with you all? Why am I being kept locked up? I’m hardly dangerous.”

“That is obvious.” She moved closer. “But the reason you are in here is because you are not technically one of us.”

“So, I’m not a Vampire?”

“Jesus Than, you’re dead and yet you’re talking; of course you’re a bleedin’ Vampire.”

I could be a zombie.

“Please don’t tell me you’re crazy enough to believe zombies actually exist?”

What’s crazy about it? Vampires are a myth just like zombies, but guess what, there’s a freaking vampire stood right in front of me; so who knows what else might be out there? And wasn’t that a terrifying thought? Vampires might not be the only piece of fiction that actually walked the earth.

A throaty laugh escaped the female. “You are proof that our kind can be created differently... be used to evolve.”

“Well, I already gathered I was an experiment .”

“And a fairly cute one at that.” She plucked the tube from my lips and slid it from my throat. “And now the only one left living.”

I gulped, forcing the remaining blood in my mouth to vanish. “That would be depending on your definition of alive.”  

“Well, mobile then.” She brought the tube to her own lips. A disgusted grunt sounded at the back of her throat. “No wonder you are reluctant to drink. Stored blood is dreadful.”

 “Surprisingly, my reluctance to drink blood isn’t to do with my hosts limited selection and range.”

“No, it is because you are a new born who has yet to conquer your conscious, or at least that is what the good doctors notes say.” She slipped the tube between my lips and despite my so called conscious my teeth closed lightly over the plastic, holding the tube in place. “But you will lose that once you get to drink from the source.”

“I’m not sure I want to lose it.”

“Not when you’ve already lost your sanity.”

I glared in Elle’s direction. Have you got nothing better to do?

“You want me to go I will go. I’m only here because you want me here and you know that.”

The female stepped closer, her slender hand resting on my bare chest. “But you do want to feed from a human, si?” Her fingers wander up, dancing across my collarbone. “Sink your fangs into the soft flesh of a woman’s neck; pierce her delicate vein and feel that first, hot gush of blood fill your mouth?” She dragged her nails down my torso, her sharp nails slicing through my skin, which healed as quickly as it split. “To taste the essence of human life; the spark”-she slid her hand over my jean clad crotch, cupping my semi-“nothing can compare.”

“Oh gross.” Ellie retched.
“So I’ve heard.” I bit out around the tube. “Sadly, no human women come to visit me here. So-“
“It can be arranged, if you are a very good boy and tell me what I need to know.”

“Question; why are you even talking to her?”

Because despite being undead she’s actually here in this room with me, and talking to someone who is physically here once in a while, despite them being Vampires, is the only reason I haven’t completely lost my bleedin’ mind. Does that answer your question ghost of friendships past?

“Just ask her what it is she needs to know before this turns into an X rated movie and I spew ectoplasm everywhere.”

“And what is it you need to know?” I sucked a little harder on the tube, trying hard to concentrate on the rush of blood entering my body and not the fact that every drop was eager to head down south.

“What happened here?”

Copyright © 2017, Cross My Heart, Blood Book: 1.5,  Elizabeth Morgan

Tuesday Teaser: Cross My Heart

Every Tuesday I will share a teaser from Work in Progress' only.

So it will be teasers from all unpublished manuscripts. Nothing from already published books.

This weeks teaser is taken from the next book in my Blood Series, Cross My Heart, Book 1.5

It continues from the first Tuesday Teaser I posted 7 weeks ago, which you can read here.

Please remember it is still a rough draft so there will be mistakes and details are subject to change.

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Then again my captors had drilled this life changing fact into me repeatedly since the moment I had first woke up and had refused to believe; refused to drink, which they had loved. Tormenting was apparently no fun if your victim was accepting of their situation. It had been somewhat hard, not to mention physically painful, to digest, especially since I couldn’t recall a flash of fangs or being filled with terror as one of the undead pounced on and fed from me; nor could I remember being fed blood or the agony of death or waking up reborn; all of which was suppose to take place according to Elle.

“So maybe I lied. Maybe I was wrong.”

My focus stayed fixed on that corner of the room; to her form which became more solid with each second. You would never admit you were wrong.

“Maybe not when we were kids, but maybe now I would admit such a thing; especially since a Vampire didn’t feed off you and baptize you with its blood. That certainly didn’t happen to you, did it?”

No, all I could remember was rain.... a dark street; Freddie singing the Spice Girls, ‘If you wanna be my lover’ severely off key beside me as we stumbled back to the hostel in London. Being knocked to the ground; blood trickling into my eyes... Freddie on the floor next to me, someone in black pining him down. Darkness, followed by flashes of light and faces; being naked and so freaking cold. The glint of needle tips and ... fuck... the pain; slices into my ball sack, and then my heart; hammering so quickly and so damn hard, as if it were about to explode out of my chest or just give up on me all together... and then a whole lot of nothing before I woke up in this dark, dank room.
The Hollywood take on being turned into a creature of the night hadn’t happened, and sure, I had always though Elle had been crazy, obsessed with Vampires, but in a cute, supernatural fanatic, kind of way since she went into fascinating details which were so elaborate it was always like being told a scary story. I had always believed her overactive imagination to be just that; while we played in the fields and forests near our hometown she wished we were roaming through a more dangerous and thrilling world. A world she had been invested in since we were eight; a world I humoured her with because she was my best friend and had enough crazy stuff going on at home but....

 “Vampires exist, Than. It doesn’t matter if you don’t believe in them. Lack of belief doesn’t make them any less real.” She snorted. “I’ve told you this a million times.”

Vampires existed. I had seen far too many fangs, too much blood, and a bunch of other freaky shite over my stay to not believe that this particular brand of fiction was actually cold, hard, un-bleedin’-believable fact, but I was one. Evident by the pinch in my gums or the stab of my canines against my tongue every time I smelled blood; evident by the fact that I no longer had a beating heart; no urge to breathe or eat, or even to go to the toilet. And as sexy as Hollywood made Vampires out to be.... the reality was a total turn-off.

The click clacking of heels echoed in the corridor announcing that the red-headed she-devil was about to pay me another visit. Her last visit with a spiked blood cocktail had almost killed me, but sadly, fate decided to spare me and just gift me with the mother of all hangovers. A vampire with a hangover, who’d have thought such a thing would be possible, but Christ almighty, it was nasty blood; well, not nasty, different, energetic, intoxicating, and freaking painful. It sure as hell burnt my insides. It was like being on fire and yet having a sledge hammer hitting your head at the same time. The messed up part was that I liked it, because it was the closest I had felt to being human in weeks.

My focus shifted to the open doorway as the click, clacking ceased. Instead of the redhead an entirely different demon stood in the doorway.

“Smells like trouble.”

“So this is what the alternative solution to our evolution looks like.” She wandered into the room with a predatory grace; circling me and my new nurse-maid. “I must admit I expected... well, something a little more impressive.”

I cocked my eyebrow at the Spanish? She-Devil as she came back into my line of view. “Sorry to disappoint you. If I’d have known I was having visitors, I’d have cleaned up a little.” I gurgled through the still flowing course of blood and as best as I could through the death grip of my nurse maid who didn’t look like he was going to release my cheeks until I had finished the drink he had brought me.

 “You are Irish.” Her laughter was throaty with a delightful edge that I was sure would break out into a cackle at any moment as she pulled a hat and a broom out from behind her back. She gave off an air of carnal delight, and the way the light curved around her shape as she paused by my right... curves in all the right places. The longer I stared at her the sharper my sight became; adjusting to the light and shadows surrounding me. This vampire was beautiful; every bit the image of the temptress from the Christopher Lee versions of Dracula. She had a fantastic rack; dark, long hair, big, almond shaped eyes, and full lips... my dick twitched.

Just the blood, Nathan. Just side effects of this stupid blood.

Elle had never mentioned that drinking blood could make you as horny as a bloody school boy, but then again, maybe she didn’t know everything.

“Or maybe the sickos lace the stuff with Viagra for cheap thrills? Either way it might be an idea to stop devouring her with your eyes before your jeans become a tent and you start drooling.”

My gaze shot to the corner; to the petite, slender, auburn haired, thirteen year old leant against the metal wall. One strap of her denim dungarees hung loose, a, three-quarter length top beneath; moss green to match the converse she was sporting. She was too vibrant and solid, like a sticker stuck to a black sheet of paper; she was too obvious, too out of place to be real. You’re too young to know what Viagra is.

“How many times do we have to go through this? I’m not actually this age any more. I’m just a figment of your sad, little imagination; you nut job.”

She-the real Elle, had once told me that victims could go a little crazy after being turned; become recluses, or blood thirsty murderers. I just hadn’t realized imaginary friends were one of the benefits of being fucked up in the head.

“Oh, they’re not; you’re just special, Than.”

Copyright © 2017, Cross My Heart, Blood Book: 1.5,  Elizabeth Morgan

Teaser Tuesday: Cross My Heart

Every Tuesday I will share a teaser from Work in Progress' only.

So it will be teasers from all unpublished manuscripts. Nothing from already published books.

This weeks teaser is taken from the next book in my Blood Series, Cross My Heart, Book 1.5

Please remember it is still a rough draft so there will be mistakes and details are subject to change.

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The dream darkened; the images disintegrated to ash as something deep inside me stirred. That unusual, invisible tug I had quickly learnt was my new alarm clock; my body telling me that I now had to be awake and therefore without my consent it pulled me into the realm of semi-consciousness. The innocent dream lost in darkness. No, not a dream; I didn’t have the luxury of dreaming anymore. It was just a memory and one that kept replaying in my mind every time I closed my eyes. My subconscious telling me that I owed an old friend one big, fat, apology; an apology that would surely get me an ‘I told you so’ as a reply and that was presuming that I ever got to see her again.

It was the truth. Everything she ever told me... it’s all real.

The past seemed like a pleasant place to live, but then again anything was better than my current predicament, which was nothing short of a nightmare. A cold, dark, twisted nightmare.

“I told you to be careful what you wish for.”

Her voice was a soft and sweet whisper that I could feel dance across my skin; the usual taunting tone accompanying her words.

“Go away, Elle.”

“Make me.”

A lock clicked. Hinges whined as heavy, rusted metal scraped against concrete. Light briefly touched my face, only to be overtaken by an unfamiliar presence that filled my door frame. My eyeballs hurt behind my lids, but I didn’t bother opening my eyes and indulging in the mild curiosity that involuntary tickled the back of my mind. Truth be told I didn’t have the bloody energy to even try to look, then again, if I had learnt one thing during my time in purgatory it was that nothing ever good happened when you opened your eyes and that the things you did see weren’t always real.

A crinkle of plastic accompanied the odd squeak, and shuffle of clumsy feet. My visitor moved into the room allowing the overhead lighting from the outer corridor to slither into my cell. It wasn’t as good as daylight; nowhere near and yet being locked in the dark for such long periods of time had made my skin super sensitive. That horrid illumination was all I had; all I could use to delude myself into pretending that I was really lay on a rock hard stretcher in my back garden, and not some dank room in a strange facility in, god only knows where the hell I could be. The light was cold and pale; not like the warmth from the sun, but regardless, I could feel it on my skin; feel its energy in a way that I couldn’t before.

Iron clamped around my jaw breaking my momentary delusion. Not to mention the impact was so sudden my lids snapped open and my eyeballs practically bulged from their sockets. Jesus, talk about a wakeup call.

The left side of my friends faced remained in the shadows of the room, but the right... the light barely touched him; as if it was almost afraid to. His jaw was square and from the patch of skin that was illuminated he was as pale as every other Vampire I’d had the pleasure of meeting during my time here. His hair seemed dark and he looked to be wearing black; the meatier fellows all seemed to wear black, and have the roll of “the muscle” in this joint. Clearly they were prison guards, and one other thing I had learnt during my stay; these guards didn’t have patience, not that human bouncers or security guards rarely did, but then again humans couldn’t go around biting or beating the crap out of the people they were responsible for.

He raised his left hand and the red opaque silhouette of my feeding tube caught the corner of my eye; a droplet ready to fall from the slit. The scent of blood touched my nostrils... Jesus... how I hated that I knew that smell.

“I’m not thirsty.” The words didn’t quite make it past my lips; instead they remained locked between my throat and teeth, but my new friend seemed to understand; this was made obvious by the tick in the visible side of his neck. Not that he gave a shite, which he proved by digging his ice cold fingertips into my cheeks; pushing my flesh into my teeth so violently that I was sure they would have shattered, but being a compromising soul I obliged and opened my mouth. Although, I doubted anyone would class my mouth as being opened since my lips were vertical and the top lip was stuck in the opposite direction of the bottom. I no doubt looked like a fish mid breath.

“More like a fish with a botched lip job, mid breath.”

I said go away, Elle. I slanted my gaze to the right corner of the room watching as the shadows solidified.

“And I said, make me.”

The tube was pushed between my teeth; the tip grazing along my tongue and pushed further, until it was stuck halfway down my gullet. Blood; cold and thick coated my throat; slithering into my system. My throat flexed; more from the slight discomfort then the need to drink or even to retch. Retching would be the right thing to do when someone force fed you blood, but since I woke up it was all I could eat, well, drink. Even though my mind was still plagued with disgust and the madness of the situation; a part of me had accepted the inevitable and ridiculous truth... I was a Vampire.

Copyright © 2017, Cross My Heart, Blood Book: 1.5,  Elizabeth Morgan