What genre do your currently write? And, is
there a genre you'd like to write, but haven't tried yet?
My main genre is romance and it’s many
variations from contemporary cougar novellas to Civil War tales.
I am branching out to paranormal time
travel YA under a different name. I am also writing romantic suspense under
Morgan K Wyatt.
Many authors use a nom de plume, and they
may use one opposite to their own sex. Do you think an author's sex or sexual
orientation should dictate what genre they write?
In actuality, I chose Morgan K Wyatt to be
ambiguous. I wanted to write westerns. People assume only men know anything
about the West.
Some authors have issues with character
development, writer's block, plot summary etc. What is the biggest challenge
you face when writing? How do you overcome the problem?
Often, research takes weeks, not hours.
Even more frustrating is when experts feed you information that is not correct
for the location of your story. I have a great editor who will question my
research, do her own research, and often make me defend why I want something in
a story. For my current WIP, I am
trying to learn how to read runes for one short scene.
What has been the single most successful
marketing tool you've used to date?
I generated a lot of interest with a
Goodreads giveaway.
What are you currently reading?
Squinting Over Water by Mary Kennedy
Eastham
How do you measure success?
Wanting to wake up and start the day as
opposed to pulling the covers over my head.
Just for fun–
What is your favourite drink?
Diet Coke with Lime
Are you a cat or dog person?
Dog
Love or lust?
Playful Love
If you could spend the day with any famous
author, who would it be? And, why?
Living- Jayne Ann Krentz
I met Jayne a couple of times at conference
and she’s as likable and plucky as any of her characters. She also takes
writers under her wing and mentors them. I love all her books too.
If you could indulge free of any
consequences, what would be your ultimate sexual fantasy?
Of course, it would involve my husband,
Asti Spumante, Belgian chocolate, the warm waters of the Greek Isles and a
certain sun-dappled cave I remember there. I’ll allow you to use your
imagination to fill in the details.
Website Link: www.morgankwyatt.com
Incognito
Blurb:
Teresa Gallagher did not expect to become
an old maid school teacher at the great age of thirty-six, but she does teach
and is single. She also didn’t expect a gorgeous stranger to slip into her
university writing class. The man claims a historical name as his own and an
interest in writing. She has high school students who lie better.
Marcus Aronson specializes in small
colleges with problems. His company usually gobbles up the college, lays off
people and takes over administration. Jefferson is his latest project. He slips
into a classroom to check out if a favorite professor might be the embezzler.
What he finds instead is a passionate woman hiding behind a button up exterior.
Someone needs to release Teresa from her inhibitions and that someone would be
him. There were rules about mixing business and pleasure. Rules he intended to
break.
Excerpt:
Marcus decided her expression wasn’t overly
welcoming. Had he read the kiss wrong or was the problem that he shouldn’t know
where she lived? Only a nosy person or someone with access to personnel records
would know that. Still, her cutoff shorts were hot. What did that shirt say? He
read the words aloud until she covered it with her hands. “Straight men…” Wait,
what did she cover up?
He walked closer until they were nose to
nose. The coconut-scented suntan oil teased his nostrils. Visions of tropical
nights spent under a full moon, rolling around with Teresa’s long legs wrapped
around him filled his mind's eye. Speaking of legs, he glanced down to the
limbs in question. Just as long and as magnificent as he imagined them that
made it a double shame to cover them up. Still, he knew teen boys needed little
to start erotic fantasies about their teachers. Why give them more fodder?
Her lips held onto the circle of surprise,
which made him think of other ways he could shock those delectable lips. The
slight hush of the pool filter, children playing in the distance, plus a tinny
muffled dog barking registered in a corner of his mind. Two feminine hands held
tightly under her breasts owned the majority of his attention. Whatever word
she might be trying to hide with her hands did not quite cover the arrow
pointing downward to an interesting zone.
“My sister-in-law’s a jokester. The shirt
is a souvenir from her San Francisco trip.” She said the words breathlessly,
while staring up in his eyes.
Placing his larger hands over hers, he
deliberately wrapped his fingers around hers with the intention of lifting her
hands off the obvious inappropriate word. What he didn’t count on was her
determination to keep the word covered or their precarious perch at the edge of
the pool.
“C’mon,” he cajoled when she pressed her
hands even tighter to her midriff as if she might be attempting CPR on herself.
She shook her head. “Nope, I’d rather be
shirtless than have you read my humiliating shirt.”
Shirtless? Oh yes, he could go for that.
“Sounds good to me.” His hands dove to the bottom of her shirt to help her
remove it. A forceful push sent him wind-milling into the pool, clothes, shoes,
sunglasses, and damn it, cell phone, and all.
She stood peering into the pool, her body
quivering with suppressed laughter. He fished out his cellphone laid it on the
edge of the pool. Her expression told him she couldn’t believe her eyes as he
pulled out his wallet, his keys, and a waterlogged package of mints. He reached
under the water, pulled off one, then another topsider and flung it onto the
cement.
“What are you doing?” She stared at the
growing pile.
He smiled at her very interested mien. The
woman ate him up with her eyes. Good. He unbuttoned the two buttons on his polo
and pulled it over his head. He wrung out his wet shirt, twirled it over his
head like a stripper, and pitched in her direction, hitting her with a
satisfying smack.
“Looks like someone invited me in for a
swim.”
Her mouth opened and closed with no words
coming out.
“Unfortunately, I forgot my suit so I have
to improvise.” He slipped the belt from his khakis and let it float on top of
the water like some mythical serpent. Teresa’s eyes followed as if it were
Nessie. To think he took time considering what would be the right thing to wear
only to end up drenched. Business casual did not serve him well.
Her eyes stayed glued to him as he reached
for his waistband. “I’ll be right back,” she announced as she darted to the
patio door. “Don’t go anywhere.”
Purchase Link: http://www.amazon.com/Incognito
Publisher Link: www.secretcravingspublishing.com
Thanks for doing the interview, Morgan! All the best. :D ~Blak Rayne
Hi Blak,
ReplyDeleteThank for the interview on your very steamy site. I am not sure how people are able to read with so many provocative photos. LOL
Hi Morgan, you're very welcome! It was a treat to have you as a guest and thank you for the awesome excerpt. :)
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