Elora Morgan's Blog
February 26, 2025
New Instagram Account/Old Account Hacked
If you're following @eloramorganauthor on Instagram, it's not mine any longer. Sadly, it's been hacked and Meta isn't at all helpful in restoring it to me.
I've created a new account under @boundandcrowned
Because my accounts are not safe, sadly, I will be deleting the others moving forward. (No more Facebook for me).
To entice my dearest readers and to make up for the inconvenience, I will be giving away FIVE audiobooks to FIVE followers. Anyone who follows and lives in the US or UK is eligible.
These include:
Beyond the God Sea: Betrothed
Bound by Dark Waters: Wed
Borne to Salt and Sin: Fated
Crowned in Shattered Stars
Paid to the Pirate
I can’t wait to share all of the audiobooks with the lucky winners because the narrators are so talented! Crowned in Shattered Stars and Paid to the Pirate features multiple/dual POVs, so there’s more than one narrator. Thank you so much for your support through this utter nightmare!
I've created a new account under @boundandcrowned
Because my accounts are not safe, sadly, I will be deleting the others moving forward. (No more Facebook for me).
To entice my dearest readers and to make up for the inconvenience, I will be giving away FIVE audiobooks to FIVE followers. Anyone who follows and lives in the US or UK is eligible.
These include:
Beyond the God Sea: Betrothed
Bound by Dark Waters: Wed
Borne to Salt and Sin: Fated
Crowned in Shattered Stars
Paid to the Pirate
I can’t wait to share all of the audiobooks with the lucky winners because the narrators are so talented! Crowned in Shattered Stars and Paid to the Pirate features multiple/dual POVs, so there’s more than one narrator. Thank you so much for your support through this utter nightmare!
December 27, 2022
Book IV to come... slowly
Please click here for the IG post with what I know so far (includes spoilers.)
Thank you everyone for helping Beyond the God Sea hit #1 in its category on Amazon the last few days!
I am very slowly working on a fourth “bonus book” to take their story a little further. There’s lies, war, forced proximity, working with your enemy, scheming, adventure, and a lot of non-vanilla bedroom activities.
Either Mal-Yin or Aewna will have a POV as they play a key part in the conflicts and he’s so wildly possessive of her it’s fun to write.
I’m excited but it won’t be in 2023 as I’m working on something else right now and I’m a slow writer. Thank you for all your support and encouragement!
Thank you everyone for helping Beyond the God Sea hit #1 in its category on Amazon the last few days!
I am very slowly working on a fourth “bonus book” to take their story a little further. There’s lies, war, forced proximity, working with your enemy, scheming, adventure, and a lot of non-vanilla bedroom activities.
Either Mal-Yin or Aewna will have a POV as they play a key part in the conflicts and he’s so wildly possessive of her it’s fun to write.
I’m excited but it won’t be in 2023 as I’m working on something else right now and I’m a slow writer. Thank you for all your support and encouragement!
March 4, 2022
£0.99 Ebook Sale - Amazon UK
Beyond the God Sea & Bound by Dark Waters are on sale for £0.99 from Friday, March 4th-Sunday, March 6th on Amazon UK (ebook only.)
Kingdoms and hearts may break...
Kingdoms and hearts may break...
February 3, 2022
In Which: The Lady Doth Protest Too Much
Lazlian’s POV is up!
I took a peek inside the mind of the misogynist and it’s exactly what you’d expect. So I couldn’t resist tormenting him in return. He deserves it.
Please mind the tags! I chose AO3 because they have an amazing tagging system and it helps ensure no one reads something they don't want to read. Kirwyn has some OTT/JP vibes but... Lazlian is his own warning.
Read it here
Pic here
I took a peek inside the mind of the misogynist and it’s exactly what you’d expect. So I couldn’t resist tormenting him in return. He deserves it.
Please mind the tags! I chose AO3 because they have an amazing tagging system and it helps ensure no one reads something they don't want to read. Kirwyn has some OTT/JP vibes but... Lazlian is his own warning.
Read it here
Pic here
February 2, 2022
In Which: Kirwyn Gets Angry and Says F*** A lot
Kirwyn’s POV in 1,000 words or less is now up on AO3 under EloraMorgan. I hope you like it!
I’m a huge fan of AO3’s tagging system and I love supporting the site. If you’re unfamiliar, you can read (and comment!) as a guest, no login required.
I’ve got a POV for Lazlian too. I’ll post it tomorrow but... his mind is a dark place.
Read it here
Pic on my IG
I’m a huge fan of AO3’s tagging system and I love supporting the site. If you’re unfamiliar, you can read (and comment!) as a guest, no login required.
I’ve got a POV for Lazlian too. I’ll post it tomorrow but... his mind is a dark place.
Read it here
Pic on my IG
December 9, 2021
I'll Give you 'Till the Count of Three -- Excerpt 18+
Please be advised that Book III is New Adult! The same maturity jump from Book I to Book II is taken again in equal measure. Please don't read it if you're don't like spice.
This is a story about a girl who grows up. (But also... no one here is very vanilla.)
________
“I forgive you,” I hummed into his neck. Straddling Kirwyn’s lap, I rocked against the hardness growing in his pants. When his breathing deepened, I smiled to myself and snaked a hand beneath his waistband until I found what I sought. Gripping him tightly, I stroked.
“Kirwyn…” I moaned in his ear, breathless. “I need… need…” With a whimper I trailed off.
“What do you need, Zaria?”
Stilling my ministrations, I pulled my head back and decreed, “I need you to know I think you’re an ass.” I stood, abruptly. “How’s it feel to be misled?”
Kirwyn’s eyes blazed and damn if he didn’t look sexy. But I would hold onto my vengeance. I would.
“Zaria. Get back here. Now.”
I shrugged, trying to look bored but biting my lip to hold back the grin. “No.” To emphasize my refusal, I stepped back.
“I’m going to give you three seconds to come back here. If I have to get up and drag you back, you’ll be sorry.” His eyes glistened with an enthralling kind of danger, making it hard to keep a straight face. “You’re determined to make me your monster… I can be your monster, Zaria.”
I stepped back again. “Try to drag me anywhere and we’ll see who’s sorry.”
“You,” Kirwyn declared, grinning his threat, revealing those sharp canines.
“One.”
I scowled. “Stay where you are.”
“Then I suggest you use your time to come back over here right now. Or run.” He shrugged, adding, “Two.”
“Kirwyn, I swear to god!” I yelled, but I was laughing nervously so it didn’t sound menacing. I backed away further. “Don’t you dare.”
Kirwyn rose slowly. God, was he always so tall? He made a show of rolling his shoulders.
“Zaria?”
“Yeah?”
“Consider this your last chance,” he warned, head bent, eyes up, readying to attack. His voice was low and oh-too-satisfied as he declared, “Three.”
I ran.
Trouncing ferns and shrieking my position, I sprinted through the woods as fast as my legs could pump. There was no point in hiding my direction, Kirwyn wasn’t far behind – him and his damn long legs. A strange thrill shot through my chest as he chased me. It reminded me of the day we first met, when I’d attacked him and fled my cave -- though our relationship was entirely different now.
As well as his intentions. Whatever they were.
Two strong hands gripped my waist, my legs were swept from the ground, and together we landed in the grass.
“Caught you,” he gloated.
Kirwyn folded himself on top of me and I could scarcely catch my breath through my laughter and shouts. I flailed but he was always too strong, too fast, and he had me pinned face-down in seconds. Though Kirwyn successfully tugged my pants and undergarments past my knees, the move cost him control and I slipped from his grasp. I couldn’t immediately stand, tangled in my own clothing. Crawling away, I made it farther than I would have thought… because I hadn’t realized Kirwyn was busy shoving down his own pants. I was still laughing and shrieking when his hands gripped my waist again, tugging me backwards on my hands and knees –
-- and to my astonishment, he lined up with my core and in one determined stroke, buried himself inside me from behind.
Oh my god. In one whoosh of air, all my laughter suddenly dissipated. I gasped, back arching at the new sensation. Kirwyn stilled, giving me time to adjust, I think; or at least to gauge my reaction.
He’d never… entered me like that before. So deep. I felt so full. Of him. Whimpering, I clenched around his hardness. In response, Kirwyn slowly pulled out –
-- and drove deep in another thrust of exquisite pleasure. At the same time, his fingers tightened on my hips, guiding me back to meet his push.
Oh my god, it felt incredible.
More… yes… don’t stop, I wanted to beg. But, enraptured, I only moaned, hoping that communicated everything.
Kirwyn’s quick, strong rhythm from this new angle had me making noises I’d never made before. I rocked my hips to meet his thrusts, pushing against the springy underbrush and hard-packed dirt for leverage. Our movements stirred the forest floor, filling the air with the loamy scent of earth. Coupling in such an animalistic manner right out in the open wood, a wild and wicked dizziness surged through me, leaving room for nothing beyond base desire.
The primal need for Kirwyn to take me. Like that, just like that…
If he felt half as blissed-out as I did, he wasn’t going to last very long. But it was an exquisite torture because I was hovering at the pinnacle and couldn’t fall over without…
Like a magician reading my mind, Kirwyn’s hand snaked beneath me and his fingers found the spot I needed, rubbing in frantic circles. I knew he was near the throes of ecstasy, knew he hurried to catch me up by his less-than-steady ministrations. It didn’t matter -- between his hardness filling me within and his fingers stroking me without, I’d never experienced anything so amazing in my life. I felt completely held by him, from behind and in front.
Shamelessly the words tumbled out now. Kirwyn. Oh god. Yes, like that. Please. Please don’t stop. Euphoria rose within as he stroked… His fingers, god, his fingers.
The last thing I heard when rapture seized my body was Kirwyn swearing fuck under his breath, and then my mind blanked, the ocean roared in my ears, and powerful waves of pleasure swept through my body, tumbling me spent upon the sand.
Grass.
We were laying together in the grass. As we finished, I’d barely felt Kirwyn roll me onto his torso, resting my head upon his chest. Oh my god. For several minutes neither of us spoke. I listened to his ragged breathing until it slowed, to the quickened beating of his heart until it calmed.
“We’ve never… done that before,” I whispered, awed.
“I’m aware,” he quipped.
“What made you do it?”
I could feel his half-shrug beneath me. “I don’t know. Just wanted to.”
“When girls say they want to be swept off their feet,” I teased, “that’s not what it means.”
Kirwyn breathed a soft chuckle. “It does for you.”
I buried my burning face against his chest. Biting my lip, I confessed, “It kinda hurt. But I want to do it again.”
Kirwyn barked a laugh. “Give me a couple minutes.”
Was it like this for everyone? I wondered, enchanted by the woods around me, by Kirwyn’s embrace, by the afterglow. Or were we special?
-Book III in the Beyond the God Sea Trilogy
This is a story about a girl who grows up. (But also... no one here is very vanilla.)
________
“I forgive you,” I hummed into his neck. Straddling Kirwyn’s lap, I rocked against the hardness growing in his pants. When his breathing deepened, I smiled to myself and snaked a hand beneath his waistband until I found what I sought. Gripping him tightly, I stroked.
“Kirwyn…” I moaned in his ear, breathless. “I need… need…” With a whimper I trailed off.
“What do you need, Zaria?”
Stilling my ministrations, I pulled my head back and decreed, “I need you to know I think you’re an ass.” I stood, abruptly. “How’s it feel to be misled?”
Kirwyn’s eyes blazed and damn if he didn’t look sexy. But I would hold onto my vengeance. I would.
“Zaria. Get back here. Now.”
I shrugged, trying to look bored but biting my lip to hold back the grin. “No.” To emphasize my refusal, I stepped back.
“I’m going to give you three seconds to come back here. If I have to get up and drag you back, you’ll be sorry.” His eyes glistened with an enthralling kind of danger, making it hard to keep a straight face. “You’re determined to make me your monster… I can be your monster, Zaria.”
I stepped back again. “Try to drag me anywhere and we’ll see who’s sorry.”
“You,” Kirwyn declared, grinning his threat, revealing those sharp canines.
“One.”
I scowled. “Stay where you are.”
“Then I suggest you use your time to come back over here right now. Or run.” He shrugged, adding, “Two.”
“Kirwyn, I swear to god!” I yelled, but I was laughing nervously so it didn’t sound menacing. I backed away further. “Don’t you dare.”
Kirwyn rose slowly. God, was he always so tall? He made a show of rolling his shoulders.
“Zaria?”
“Yeah?”
“Consider this your last chance,” he warned, head bent, eyes up, readying to attack. His voice was low and oh-too-satisfied as he declared, “Three.”
I ran.
Trouncing ferns and shrieking my position, I sprinted through the woods as fast as my legs could pump. There was no point in hiding my direction, Kirwyn wasn’t far behind – him and his damn long legs. A strange thrill shot through my chest as he chased me. It reminded me of the day we first met, when I’d attacked him and fled my cave -- though our relationship was entirely different now.
As well as his intentions. Whatever they were.
Two strong hands gripped my waist, my legs were swept from the ground, and together we landed in the grass.
“Caught you,” he gloated.
Kirwyn folded himself on top of me and I could scarcely catch my breath through my laughter and shouts. I flailed but he was always too strong, too fast, and he had me pinned face-down in seconds. Though Kirwyn successfully tugged my pants and undergarments past my knees, the move cost him control and I slipped from his grasp. I couldn’t immediately stand, tangled in my own clothing. Crawling away, I made it farther than I would have thought… because I hadn’t realized Kirwyn was busy shoving down his own pants. I was still laughing and shrieking when his hands gripped my waist again, tugging me backwards on my hands and knees –
-- and to my astonishment, he lined up with my core and in one determined stroke, buried himself inside me from behind.
Oh my god. In one whoosh of air, all my laughter suddenly dissipated. I gasped, back arching at the new sensation. Kirwyn stilled, giving me time to adjust, I think; or at least to gauge my reaction.
He’d never… entered me like that before. So deep. I felt so full. Of him. Whimpering, I clenched around his hardness. In response, Kirwyn slowly pulled out –
-- and drove deep in another thrust of exquisite pleasure. At the same time, his fingers tightened on my hips, guiding me back to meet his push.
Oh my god, it felt incredible.
More… yes… don’t stop, I wanted to beg. But, enraptured, I only moaned, hoping that communicated everything.
Kirwyn’s quick, strong rhythm from this new angle had me making noises I’d never made before. I rocked my hips to meet his thrusts, pushing against the springy underbrush and hard-packed dirt for leverage. Our movements stirred the forest floor, filling the air with the loamy scent of earth. Coupling in such an animalistic manner right out in the open wood, a wild and wicked dizziness surged through me, leaving room for nothing beyond base desire.
The primal need for Kirwyn to take me. Like that, just like that…
If he felt half as blissed-out as I did, he wasn’t going to last very long. But it was an exquisite torture because I was hovering at the pinnacle and couldn’t fall over without…
Like a magician reading my mind, Kirwyn’s hand snaked beneath me and his fingers found the spot I needed, rubbing in frantic circles. I knew he was near the throes of ecstasy, knew he hurried to catch me up by his less-than-steady ministrations. It didn’t matter -- between his hardness filling me within and his fingers stroking me without, I’d never experienced anything so amazing in my life. I felt completely held by him, from behind and in front.
Shamelessly the words tumbled out now. Kirwyn. Oh god. Yes, like that. Please. Please don’t stop. Euphoria rose within as he stroked… His fingers, god, his fingers.
The last thing I heard when rapture seized my body was Kirwyn swearing fuck under his breath, and then my mind blanked, the ocean roared in my ears, and powerful waves of pleasure swept through my body, tumbling me spent upon the sand.
Grass.
We were laying together in the grass. As we finished, I’d barely felt Kirwyn roll me onto his torso, resting my head upon his chest. Oh my god. For several minutes neither of us spoke. I listened to his ragged breathing until it slowed, to the quickened beating of his heart until it calmed.
“We’ve never… done that before,” I whispered, awed.
“I’m aware,” he quipped.
“What made you do it?”
I could feel his half-shrug beneath me. “I don’t know. Just wanted to.”
“When girls say they want to be swept off their feet,” I teased, “that’s not what it means.”
Kirwyn breathed a soft chuckle. “It does for you.”
I buried my burning face against his chest. Biting my lip, I confessed, “It kinda hurt. But I want to do it again.”
Kirwyn barked a laugh. “Give me a couple minutes.”
Was it like this for everyone? I wondered, enchanted by the woods around me, by Kirwyn’s embrace, by the afterglow. Or were we special?
-Book III in the Beyond the God Sea Trilogy
October 6, 2021
Unnecessarily Complicated Behind-the-Scenes Notes
*Warning - Contains Spoilers*
Sometimes I wonder if my plots are more complex than they need to be... yet what goes on in my head is even worse! Here are some things from Bound by Dark Waters that may have been too subtle in the book, or may only exist as background information in my head.
-Lazlian never speaks Zaria’s name.
-The first time Zaria is in Juls’s bedroom she thinks about Laz often… something like seven times.
-The women in Zaria’s family each rebel against the status quo in their own way. Her mother has affairs, her Aunt Alette never has children, and Zaria is refusing to fall in line in multiple ways.
-The second time Zaria is in Juls’s bedroom, a guard super-conveniently interrupts because Juls arranged it. He hesitates to drink his wine because he figured out what Zaria was up to. But he’s hoping to change her mind without saying anything. He doesn’t quite know how because he doesn’t understand her, and it never crosses Zaria’s mind that Juls caught on because she doesn’t quite understand him. They also each underestimate the other because of this lack of understanding.
-Both Juls and Lazlian touch Zaria in ways similar to Kirwyn (the former on her face, the latter grabbing her wrist.) But it’s under very different circumstances and so are her feelings about it.
-When Laz requests a wetsuit from Tianca, Zaria remembers she heard that name somewhere, but can’t place it. In the beginning of the book, when Zaria and Jesi forge a note to sneak out the Garden Gate, Tianca is the girl they pretend wrote it. Zaria cares enough for the name to ring a bell, but she’s still self-involved enough that she can’t remember why.
-When Zaria and Kirwyn first met they were both pretty awkward, having been sheltered in different ways (her more than him). And they each served as a big part in the catalyst to cause the other to grow… but they were forced to mature separately and now there’s a tentative reconnection going on when they meet again and they’re cautiously beginning to know one another as the people they’ve grown/are growing into. But because Zaria underwent a trauma… especially because she’s been warring with Laz… she’s picked up a some (temporary) not-entirely-positive reactions as a result.
-Laz displays a more aggressive misogyny, but Juls is harder to pin down. On one hand, he doesn’t really think about or want anything to change because the status quo benefits him. On the other, he’s a victim of tradition too, as he was never given a choice in marrying Zaria. He also does his duty and can’t understand why she wouldn’t.
-In the same manner women can be forced to accommodate, to modify behavior in order to survive – e.g., smiling at a stranger to avoid being verbally attacked – Rythas adopts obliging practices as a means to avoid warfare. They’re a playground for the Spades and in turn are no real threat to them. Lazlian is the most put out by having to do this without seeing any irony the fact that he would happily do the same to others.
-In a purity culture/patriarchal society, the idea is that females must not be touched or be sexual in any way and then it's suddenly flipped at the whims of males so that they *must* be sexually responsive to *them* when they hit a sudden age. As men try to control a woman's sexuality – first by forbidding the expression or exploration, then by demanding it be exploited for their pleasure - I tried to show Zaria’s journey from one type of cage to the next in moving from Elowa to Rythas. I also liked the idea of the color red being used in secret in Elowa, where Zaria is forced to hide passion, by making it the color of the rug in her cave. In Rythas, where she’s forced into a pairing she didn’t ask for, she’s often draped in red though she doesn’t particularly like the color or want to wear it.
-Zaria and Kirwyn end both books in water.
Sometimes I wonder if my plots are more complex than they need to be... yet what goes on in my head is even worse! Here are some things from Bound by Dark Waters that may have been too subtle in the book, or may only exist as background information in my head.
-Lazlian never speaks Zaria’s name.
-The first time Zaria is in Juls’s bedroom she thinks about Laz often… something like seven times.
-The women in Zaria’s family each rebel against the status quo in their own way. Her mother has affairs, her Aunt Alette never has children, and Zaria is refusing to fall in line in multiple ways.
-The second time Zaria is in Juls’s bedroom, a guard super-conveniently interrupts because Juls arranged it. He hesitates to drink his wine because he figured out what Zaria was up to. But he’s hoping to change her mind without saying anything. He doesn’t quite know how because he doesn’t understand her, and it never crosses Zaria’s mind that Juls caught on because she doesn’t quite understand him. They also each underestimate the other because of this lack of understanding.
-Both Juls and Lazlian touch Zaria in ways similar to Kirwyn (the former on her face, the latter grabbing her wrist.) But it’s under very different circumstances and so are her feelings about it.
-When Laz requests a wetsuit from Tianca, Zaria remembers she heard that name somewhere, but can’t place it. In the beginning of the book, when Zaria and Jesi forge a note to sneak out the Garden Gate, Tianca is the girl they pretend wrote it. Zaria cares enough for the name to ring a bell, but she’s still self-involved enough that she can’t remember why.
-When Zaria and Kirwyn first met they were both pretty awkward, having been sheltered in different ways (her more than him). And they each served as a big part in the catalyst to cause the other to grow… but they were forced to mature separately and now there’s a tentative reconnection going on when they meet again and they’re cautiously beginning to know one another as the people they’ve grown/are growing into. But because Zaria underwent a trauma… especially because she’s been warring with Laz… she’s picked up a some (temporary) not-entirely-positive reactions as a result.
-Laz displays a more aggressive misogyny, but Juls is harder to pin down. On one hand, he doesn’t really think about or want anything to change because the status quo benefits him. On the other, he’s a victim of tradition too, as he was never given a choice in marrying Zaria. He also does his duty and can’t understand why she wouldn’t.
-In the same manner women can be forced to accommodate, to modify behavior in order to survive – e.g., smiling at a stranger to avoid being verbally attacked – Rythas adopts obliging practices as a means to avoid warfare. They’re a playground for the Spades and in turn are no real threat to them. Lazlian is the most put out by having to do this without seeing any irony the fact that he would happily do the same to others.
-In a purity culture/patriarchal society, the idea is that females must not be touched or be sexual in any way and then it's suddenly flipped at the whims of males so that they *must* be sexually responsive to *them* when they hit a sudden age. As men try to control a woman's sexuality – first by forbidding the expression or exploration, then by demanding it be exploited for their pleasure - I tried to show Zaria’s journey from one type of cage to the next in moving from Elowa to Rythas. I also liked the idea of the color red being used in secret in Elowa, where Zaria is forced to hide passion, by making it the color of the rug in her cave. In Rythas, where she’s forced into a pairing she didn’t ask for, she’s often draped in red though she doesn’t particularly like the color or want to wear it.
-Zaria and Kirwyn end both books in water.
August 27, 2021
ARCs are Now Available!
If you'd like to request a free copy of Bound by Dark Waters, Book II in the Beyond the God Sea Trilogy, please send me your preferred email address and a link to your goodreads (or similar review site/social media/etc.) Limited quantities are available. Thanks!
November 2, 2020
$0.99 Kindle Countdown Sale
Today through Sunday, November 8th, Beyond the God Sea will be on sale in the U.S. for $0.99 (ebook).
Book trailer here here.
Thanks and happy reading!
Book trailer here here.
Thanks and happy reading!
October 23, 2020
Beware of smexy shipwrecked strangers
Check out my instagram for a Beyond the God Sea book trailer! I think it captures the mood...
View this post on InstagramA post shared by Elora Morgan (@eloramorganauthor) on Oct 23, 2020 at 7:18pm PDT
