Dry Spell

I'm pretty sure after the amount of posts I have written if I were to say my brain works in a funny old way, well, you would no doubt agree.

I have been very open and verbal on my writing, and more than often, lack of writing, mainly because although most of the time I feel ashamed that I can often find it difficult to concentrate and therefore write - but there are usually good reasons for this - I'm not ashamed to say that I do find it hard. And I often write posts such as this, because if you are an author who goes through these dry spells where words will not flow no matter what you try, my hope is that by reading about another author going through such times it will help you feel better, not so alone with it all.

These last two years have been a bit crazy, not so much for me, but the people around me and yes, I am part of a family where if one individual gets a cold we all know about it within the hour. It's been a rocky two years for a number of reasons. A part from writing my latest release, Truth or Dare? I have not written anything new in the last two years, wait, I shall rephrase that I have not completed a story in two years. I have three projects that I have added words to here and there - one at 8k, one at 10k, and one at 15k - which I have hit walls with and decided to leave to one side until I figure out where to go with them, and I will eventually, because my brain tends to lock things away for a while, stress me out, and then throw ideas and such at me when I am least expecting it.

Like today, I was stood in the shower and the end of the Blood Series played out in my head. I always knew what I wanted to happen as the grand finale for the series, but I had no idea how the characters were getting there, and in all honesty, between where Cranberry Blood finished right up to that big ending I still have no idea what their journey is. I'm a panster who plans as she goes, worst type of writer, but it felt good to be shown that ending. It felt great to see that my muse hasn't abandoned me, or that I am losing my imagination, because that has become a fear or mine over the last two years, that I am losing myself and the ability to create, that I'm not cut out to be an author.

Sounds like an extreme thought, I know, but that is how I have been feeling. Now, I would like to say as a reader it might not sound bad that I haven't completed a book in two years, but along with any author reading this, I think you will understand that it isn't really a good thing, and maybe even understand why such a thing would have me a little bugged out.

In my head an author should, at the very least, write and complete one book a year - word count doesn't really matter, though if it is a story under 10k writing another book would be good, right? - and publish one book a year. To me that just seems like the right and proper thing to do, and it looks like that is the basic flow of an author. So, for me to have not wrote anything in at least a year, well, in my eyes it's really bad.

So stress kicks in, doubt. I have spent many an evening staring at my computer with a blank brain, questioning why it has become so difficult to write, wondering where the itch to write has disappeared to, wondering if I was kidding myself thinking I could really be an author.

All very negative thoughts, but I have been very frustrated. The godsend of the last two years is that I have had the rights for 4 of my books reverted back to me. So, I self-published one in November last year. I submitted another, which should be released this year, and I am preparing to self-publish the next two in august this year. So, even though there has been lack of writing, I have still had and will be having releases, which at the moment is giving me the time to whip some new material up.

Updated Website & Stepping Stones Cover

Hey folks, so last Monday I was attending a big family do down south, which meant that I was unable to post. I hope you have all had a lovely week and have not made yourselves sick from all those Easter eggs. Happy Easter, before I forget.

This week I have been playing around with my website. I'm not a computer expert let along a web designer, but I'm happy with the end result, and why shouldn't I be after spending four days on it. Yeah, four days. I have no idea how long it should take to sort your website out, but I suppose accidentally deleting everything by changing your layout played a big part in my process. Oh yeah, decide you want a different layout before you start changing and adding images etc because if you do it afterwards it allll vanishes. Lesson learnt. I wont be doing that ever again.

So, if you're in the mood to have a nosey about, please feel free to head on over and see what kinda craziness I cooked up. - http://www.e-morgan.com/ - Definitely more colourful, don't you think?

Also, the fab Bex 'n' Books held a cover reveal for Stepping Stones my sweet contemporary romance. So just in case you missed it, or haven't seen it splashed all over my Facebook page and website, here it is again! ;-P

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Unofficial Blurb (Subject to change):

There's nothing like a wedding to bring the family together....

And if it wasn't her baby sister’s wedding, Margaret West, wouldn't be returning home at all.

Why else would she go back after six years knowing full well that she has people to face, and explanations to give?

If her parent’s interrogation wasn't bad enough, the fact that she finally has to face her foster brother, Adrian, is. Best friends since childhood, they haven't spoken in the last six years, not since he went to America, abandoning Margaret the day before her own wedding.

To make matters worse, her ex-fiancée, William, is the Vicar who will be conducting her sister’s wedding ceremony.

All want to know why she ran off in the first place and has kept her distance for so long, but now she's home, Margaret isn't even sure she knows the real reasons anymore.

Coming soon from Bono Books (Decadent Publishing)

Why I've not been blogging.

I've been avoiding the blogging - I have, I have :(

Because every time I try to think of something to post, I'm always thinking of crappy, depressing stuff, which is no good. I'm currently ill with a horrendous (and I mean horrendous) virus. We're ALL ill: me, my little girl and my partner.

Writing has not happened in a week, 'cause this cold is like the evil queen bitch of all colds and I've been laid out, barely able to move for a couple of days.

I managed 1000 words last night, which is awesome :) Haven't managed it tonight, even though the story is all there in my head. I run out of energy when I go to write it down, and that's assuming I can with the little one coughing her guts up :(

So ... this is why I've not been blogging. 2014 is still challenging, with so much going on within the family, and I don't want my posts to be all about illness and dying ... and strange viruses that I fancifully wonder aren't induced by some top secret spraying of chemicals into the air that the government could have done around the same time that they announced London had gone above the allowed air pollution levels for the city (which was around the time this cold kicked off - a week ago).

New things you may have missed....

The new paperback cover for The Spell Of Summer

My radio interview up in Manchester and also meeting loads of fab readers and authors - I will conjure up the energy to write about that.

General chit-chat via Facebook (that's where you go to really stay up-to-date)

That's all from me for now. Over the next month, imagine me with my head down trying to finish The Spell of Summer, because time is running out and the universe is throwing up a whole load of obstacles this time around - one after the other :/

From My Archive: Kacey Interview

So, I was going through my computer files this weekend, just tidying the place up a little and I came across an interview that my character Kacey did. He's from my ménage erotic horror/thriller, Creak, which I'm currently teasing readers with for Sunday Sexy Snippets, and you can read yesterdays here.

And basically I decided I just had to use it for today's post, because I forgot how much of a funny idiot that guy is.

Interview originally posted at Sarah's Storylines on February 13th 2013.

1.  Tell us a little about yourself. How did you come to your author’s attention? Occupation?

I just strut in and gave her a smile. Like all females she fell for me. What can I say, I’m good looking.

Not much to tell. My parents and I moved to Wichita when I was eleven. I’m originally from California, another reason Elizabeth loves me so much. Sun-kissed skin. Great body. I like to walk around with my top off a lot. Hey, if you got it flaunt it, right?

I’ve been friends with Tyler and Nicole since I moved onto their street. So that’s like, shit, fifteen years. Man, that’s crazy. I like sports. I like food. I love sex, hey, who doesn’t?

I went straight into work from High School. I'm good with my hands and I don’t mind doing dirty work. What do you think my occupation is? *grins* I’m a mechanic. Hey, what can I say, there is something about getting under the hood of a car and making that baby purr.

2.  What or who is the greatest love of your life? Why? What drew you to them?

My campervan.

My uncle got an orange campervan when I was a kid and I swear it was the coolest vehicle I had ever seen. I get that all these men think women dig sports cars and all these sleek cars and shit, but what could be hotter than a van that you can throw a mattress in the back of and just basically kick back and have a little fun anywhere you please. Beach, fields, the side of the road if you’re feeling adventurous. . .

3.  What’s your greatest fear?

Impotence. It’s not happen to me yet, but the idea that such a thing can happen is just f***king disgusting. It’s wrong, man. So wrong.

4.  What’s your motto in life?

I’m afraid it’s old school, but “Life’s a bitch and then you die, so fuck the world and lets get high.”

Death is inevitable, and too much shit happens in this world. So have sex, party, and enjoy the hell out of yourself.

5.  How do the other characters in your book view you?

I think the following will sum that answer up. I like Nikki’s view the most. She’s so damn feisty.

Jayne: “Speak of the devil, and his sexy ass will most definitely appear.”

Nicole: It really didn’t help that Kacey looked one hell of a tempting package, the type of guy that you wanted to do nasty things to in exchange for finding out what that wicked glint in his eyes was all about.

“My drink’s gone and Kay’s being a dick.”

“You’re a dick, and I hope you genuinely know that . . . ”

“I hate you sometimes. I hate the way you treat women and that you can’t keep your dick in your pants or your damn mouth shut—”

Tyler: “Kacey’s a tool . . . .”

6. What do you prefer? To spread & hear gossip, or be the creator of gossip fodder?

Neither. I don’t waste my time with such petty shit. Then again, I’m usually the subject of most gossip going around.

7.  What is it about you that is going to draw us readers in?

I’m irresistible. You will hate to love me, and want to think that I am a jackass, but even if you do, you will still want me like crazy.

8.  What was your happiest moment?

Finally being able to buy my own campervan. I had saved like crazy for it since I was a kid – something which is damn hard to do when you’re a teenager and have a social life as crazy as mine – and I have to say it was orgasmic to finally get behind the wheel and take my baby for a spin.

9.  What trait in others do you find most deplorable?

Shyness. At first it can be fun when you come across a sweet and somewhat innocent girl; there is always something sexy about tainting a good girl, but honestly, it’s boring. There is so much fun to be had in the world people just need to kick back, embrace it, and f***ing enjoy themselves, you know?

10. The random question: If you were a color, what color would you be and why?

Red. I know it seems like a total chick color, because it represents confidence and passion. But the way I see it, red is used for sin and sinners, and that basically sums up one hell of a dirty night with me.

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 BLURB:

“What happens in Silver Creek, stays in Silver Creek.”

After spending the summer as a recluse due to a bad break-up, Nicole Saunders agrees to go to The Heat Wave Festival with her best friends, Kacey and Tyler.

Along with three other friends they plan to take a shortcut through the small town of Silver Creek; the last thing any of them expected was to become lost and end up pulling in to a motel for the night.

The Creek Motel is isolated and the last place Nicole wants to be, especially after meeting the glacial owner, but her discomfort is soon forgot as she finally gives in to her feelings and asks Kacey and Tyler to spend the night with her.

A decision she quickly regrets when she discovers that their friend has mysteriously disappeared from her locked room in the middle of the night. Worried, Nicole presumes the worst, but quickly discovers that Jayne’s disappearance is more disturbing than any of them could have guessed.

BUY LINK:

SCP: http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=514

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Creak-Elizabeth-Morgan-ebook/dp/B00BAWLW40/ref=sr_1_7?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1396869613&sr=1-7&keywords=Elizabeth+Morgan

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Creak-Elizabeth-Morgan-ebook/dp/B00BAWLW40/ref=sr_1_9?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1396869736&sr=1-9&keywords=Elizabeth+Morgan

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 EXCERPT:

He stared down at me. Uncertainty flickered across his features. “You’re drunk?”

“My head’s a little fuzzy, but I’m sober enough to know what I’m talking about.”

“Nikki, I don’t want you doing something you’re going to regret just because you’re upset over James.”

“This has nothing to do with him.” I leant up and kissed him. It was gentle, hardly exciting, but at least my stomach didn’t turn.

He didn’t kiss me back.

I pulled away and looked him dead in the eyes. “You’ve waited seven years. If it doesn’t feel right kissing me, then you know keeping quiet was the right thing, and I know that we just had a crazy moment earlier. One kiss and we can stop being curious and just move on.”

A small smile appeared as he arched an eyebrow at me. “You’ve been curious?”

Warmth blossomed in my cheeks. “Maybe.”

Kacey chuckled. “I so fucking knew it.”

I scowled at him. “Look, we’re adults, all right? I don’t want us all falling out over this.”

“What if it does feel right?”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.”

I took a deep breath as Tyler cupped my face. My eyes fluttered shut as his mouth caught mine without hesitation. His tongue slipped against the seam of my lips and a small pop of heat hit the walls of my stomach. I pressed my hands to his chest, my nails sliding against the material of his T-shirt as I opened up to him.

His tongue slid slowly against my own and the agonizing pace and tease of his gentleness caused my heart to skip. I slid my hands up to his shoulder and neck. I ran my fingers through his black hair as my body melted against him.

He trailed his fingers down my throat and each tip sent a different pulse of electricity straight to my stomach. His hands fell to my hips and as the pressure of his fingers began to increase with the pace of his demanding lips, my slowly sobering mind began to twist with familiar and forbidden fantasies.

And I wanted to give in to them all.

Why the hell had I ever thought that this would be weird?

We shared everything with one another, so why couldn’t we share ourselves? I would never dream of hurting him and I knew Tyler would never hurt me. I trusted him more than I trusted myself and the idea of being locked in his arms while he rocked languidly into me had my entire body thrumming with need.

“Right, I can’t watch this shit.” Kacey grunted as he got up. “It’s one thing getting a hard-on over you, baby girl. The fact that Tyler happens to be in the picture…I’m freaking slightly.”

I pulled away from Tyler, my breath somewhat shallow as I angled my head so I could glance at Kacey. “I don’t want you to go.”

Tyler didn’t shift his focus from me and I watched as realization slowly slipped across his features. “You weren’t just referring to me, were you?”

I shook my head and the smallest dose of guilt began to stab at me. “I think I could kinda love you both in my own way. I have—sometimes I have—God why is this so hard?” I took a deep breath. “There have been times when I’ve wondered what—across the years I’ve sometimes wondered—sometimes I have considered risking our friendship.” I looked over at Kacey. “Do you understand what I am saying to you?”

“You’re usually naked when I imagine you saying you want me, but yeah.”

My jaw tensed. “I hate you sometimes. I hate the way you treat women and that you can’t keep your dick in your pants or your damn mouth shut—”

“But you still want me, right?” He moved closer to me. “When are you going to get it in your head that you’re not just some girl, Nikki? You’re our girl.”

“I want you both.” I said quietly, not caring that my cheeks had grown warmer. “I have for a while.”

“If we try this—” Tyler took a deep breath. “And it doesn’t feel right—”

“We’ll stop.” Kacey promised as he slid his hand beneath my halter neck and began caressing my skin. “You say it baby, and we’ll stop and forget all about it.”

My stomach flipped at the feel of his fingers circling my navel. “And if I don’t want to stop?”

An unreadable look crossed Tyler’s face and my heart skipped as Kacey moved behind me. The warmth of his body seeped into my back, while his fingers painted trails of heat across my abdomen and along my ribs.

“Then what happens in Silver Creek, stays in Silver Creek. Unless you decide otherwise.” Kacey pressed his lips to my ear. A shiver ran down my neck and spine. “Does that sound fair?”

I closed my eyes and tilted my head to the side as his lips brushed against my jawbone and down the side of my throat. A groan escaped me as his hand closed over my bare breast and he squeezed eagerly. Tyler’s hands fell from my hips and I felt Kacey’s right hand splaying on my stomach as he pulled me closer and ground his growing erection in to my lower back.

“Yes or no, Nikki?” he asked raggedly. “Tyler ain’t the only one whose been fantasizing about this baby, and I hate to remind you, but I’m not exactly patient.”

I opened my eyes and looked at Tyler, watching as he pulled his T-shirt off and revealed the lean muscles of his abdomen and arms. I reached up and cupped his jaw, idly running my thumb along his bottom lip while I lifted my left arm and wound it around the back of Kacey’s head. I slid my fingers in to his mass of curls and pulled playfully. “Yes.”