Shane Morgan's Blog, page 5
February 20, 2014
February 12, 2014
Impossibly True Teaser…
…after walking me to my doorstep, he gave me the sweetest one to close off the night. The kiss that spoke three words without him having to say it: I love you.
February 6, 2014
January 29, 2014
Which Impossibly True cover do you like?
Hmm…I can’t pick a favorite. I love them both because I chose them both 
But how about you? Which one do you like best? I also included the full paperback covers.
January 28, 2014
Join the Impossibly True Book Blitz!
You can now sign-up for Impossibly True book blitz hosted by Itching for Books. The sequel to Impossibly Love will be released in February.
~SIGN-UP FOR THE BOOK BLITZ HERE~
February 24th -
My Addiction for Books and Coffee
February 25th -
Sweet, Beautiful, Moments in West FL
February 26th -
February 27th -
The Biblio-Files: Confessions of a Book Whore
February 28th -
The Dragon Pedestal – Brutal Honesty
Kirstie’s Passionate about Reading
January 21, 2014
Can it really be true love?
An excerpt from Impossibly True
February 2014
I stood outside the doors, anxious, clutching my father’s arm for support. Soft music resounded in the background; voices murmured in the air. It all came down to this one moment, and I’d never been more certain about anything in my entire life. Branden was the one for me.
January 20, 2014
“Finding Narragansett” Excerpt
A scene from Chapter 23
I rolled over and looked at the clock on the table next to my bed. It was a little past midnight.
Getting up, I walked over and closed the sliding doors to the balcony. The noises continued. It sounded like someone was shuffling about in the living room. It couldn’t have been Aunt Bev, because she and David were attending some live musical show in Foxwoods and would probably stay overnight at the resort.
I hauled on a long t-shirt and tip-toed to my room door, opening it slowly. Stepping into the passage, I took my time sneaking towards the living room.
As I got to the arched doorway, I picked up a fire poker from the corner, scanning the dark living room to locate where the sound was coming from. Years of living in the city had taught me that a girl must always be prepared, no matter where she was.
Gripping my fingers tightly around the metal, I straightened as I heard the shuffling again. Startled, my eyes peered open. I looked around to the right side of the room and saw that it was the curtain blowing up and pulling on one of Aunt Bev’s artwork.
A sea of relief washed over me. I let out a giggle, feeling silly for being so scared. Then I walked over and closed the window. When I turned to head back to my room, a dark figure sprang out of the shadows and grabbed me, pushing me backwards against the wall.
“Ah!” I screamed.
He covered my mouth with one hand, muffling my screams, and restrained me with the other. He was impeccably strong.
I squirmed as he pressed his body against mine. He tilted his head and lowered his nose to my neck as if inhaling my scent. That only intensified my struggle to break free. If I didn’t, this monster was possibly going to rape me.
Just as his legs spread apart and he pushed harder, I managed to quickly lift a leg and knee him hard in the groin. His grip loosened and he bent over and grabbed himself in agony. Then I clasped my fists together and hammered him in the back. He dropped to the floor. I hurdled over his body and ran into the kitchen, pressing on the security alarm by the telephone.
The entire estate lit up as a loud sound echoed all around. I pulled out a knife and stood behind the island, shaking, yet preparing for another attack. He quickly got off the floor and bustled out the front door.
Still trembling in fear, I kept the knife in my hand and waited for the police to show up. I jumped as Mackenzie ran into the guesthouse, a frightened Marlene behind her.
Mackenzie scurried over to me. “What’s going on, Julian?” she asked, slowly taking the knife out of my hand. “What happened?”
When I didn’t answer, she settled the knife down on top of the counter and touched my hand lightly. I flinched and threw my arms around her, hugging her tightly like a terrified child.
She patted my back and whispered, “It’s alright. You’re alright.”
January 13, 2014
~Giveaway~
January 11, 2014
Impossibly True Cover is live!
For now, that is. I like what I did so far and have no intention on making any changes, but later on I might reconsider and pick at it. That’s just me What do you think?
File Two: No Harm In Looking
Taken from: The Stone Files
Tony Troubles was a twenty-seven year old who enjoyed looking at beautiful women. Often times they would feel uncomfortable and tell him to stop staring so creepily, but Tony would always smile and say, “No harm in looking.” He didn’t really care about how he portrayed himself. To the women of Cold Stone, he was a pervert, but Tony didn’t seem to mind at all.
He worked as a shop assistant at McGregor’s department store, using the opportunity to sneak-a-peek at the women that came in and out.
Tony lived alone; he cooked and cleaned for himself. He was lonely. During the days, he spent his lunch breaks at the Lafaye` Coffee Shop, and his nights at Jimmy’s Bar & Lounge. He was on the prowl, looking for a beautiful woman to call his own.
One night after Tony was leaving Jimmy’s bar tipsy and dazed, he ran into a killer. That’s what they called a woman who was drop-dead gorgeous. She had blood red lips, long blonde hair, and an hour glass figure.
“Hello,” she said softly, with a voice like an angel. “You don’t look so good. Would you like some tea?” she asked. Tony was confused. He had never been approached by such a beauty before; much less had one spoken to him so kindly. He had to accept the offer. She took his hand and led him through a short cut that led to Cold Stone Lake. Tony was drunk but still he asked questions, “Where are we going? Do you live around here? By the way, what’s your name?”
She glanced back at him and smiled, “Cookie Penniless, that’s my name. Just call me Cookie. I live by the lake.” She brought him to a dark and eerie house that could hardly be seen through the mist hovering over the lake. Tony had never seen a house by the lake before. Then again, he hadn’t been swimming for a long time.
“Come in and have a seat. I’ll boil some water while you just relax,” she said. Cookie seemed so friendly and sweet. Tony was fascinated. He browsed around her house while she was in the kitchen.
Her living room had expensive leather sofa; it was not expected from a house by a lake. There was a fragrance in the air that Tony had never smelled before, like roses. Her rugs were as smooth as the skin of a bear. He noticed she had picture frames and portraits only of herself. He found it a little odd.
“Tea’s ready!” she said.
“Umm…Miss Cookie, I notice you live alone out here, but aren’t you scared?” Tony asked.
“Just call me Cookie, and why would I be afraid? I have you Tony,” she replied.
“But, when did I tell you my name? I don’t remember ever mentioning it,” Tony said, in a troubled manner. It was then that Miss Cookie started to reveal her secret.
“It’s because I’ve been watching you for a long time, Tony. I know that you spy on your neighbor while she’s in the shower. Hmmm…I also know how you like to watch the legs of your customers.”
Tony was amazed. His hands shivered. He wondered how she could possibly know all of that. Then she said while rubbing the handle of her tea cup, “What’s wrong? Is it because I’ve been watching you the way you’ve been watching them?”
As she rose up from her chair, Tony noticed she kept her head faced down. He became confused and frightened. He asked, “Are you alright, Miss Cookie?”
In a horrific voice, she answered, “Why so troubled?” She slowly raised her head to show her face. When uncovered by her hair, it was completely messed up; as if it had been eaten away by one hundred maggots.
“Ahhh!” he screamed, falling from the chair. Tony hurriedly backed away towards the door. She slowly walked towards him, laughing freakishly.
Then with great monstrosity, Miss Cookie screamed, “Don’t be scared, there’s no harm in looking, Tonyyyyyy!”
He was out the door. Running for his life as fast as his legs could carry him. Tony didn’t even look behind to see if the monster was following. He ran all the way to the Cold Stone Police station, where he tried to convey his distress, “A…A…A…Mo…Mo…Mo…Mo…Monster!” Then he fainted.
Tony woke up the next morning in the hospital. Doctors said he suffered from severe stress and needed to rest more. He was silent. Tony was shocked by what he saw the night before. When asked by the police what scared him so much? He dared not speak of it.
After that, Tony was different. He didn’t enjoy watching beautiful women as he used to. He didn’t sneak-a-peek at their legs in McGregor’s Department Store, and he didn’t go to Jimmy’s Bar at nights anymore. He completely changed. His co-worker, Lizzy Knowitall, was a little worried. “Hey, Tony, you seem strange lately. Not like your usual perverted self,” she laughed. “You don’t even look me in the eyes anymore. Did anything happen?” she asked.
Tony replied, “Nothing’s wrong. What could be wrong? I’ve just realized that I should stop making women feel uncomfortable by staring so much at them, that’s all.”
But then he freaked when Lizzy said in the freakish voice he heard that night, “Well, don’t be so worried about it, Tony. I mean, there’s no harm in looking, right?”
