Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Get Your Tat!


Fun, Fabulous, and in limited quantities!

It’s a temporary tattoo designed to help you send a message to your someone special.

Yes, the Big Guy, aka my Budget Master, said I could order the spiffy shiny new bookmarks to go with the tats if my friends and fans sent me a letter sized SASE to help defray the cost. Bookmarks and tats in addition to envelopes and postage made him frown, but this he agrees to!

To get your very own, send me a Self Addressed Stamped Envelope. Must be able to take a 6″ bookmark, so letter size is perfect. Send it to:

Morgan O’Reilly C/O AKRWA

Attn: Temp Tat!

P.O. Box 877743

Wasilla, AK 99687

2″ x 2″ it’s the perfect size to put, well, just about anywhere on your body! High quality, long lasting and fun to flash! If you’re lucky enough to attend RWA National, you might be able to get one there, but why wait? Why risk missing out on the limited supplies available in the Goodie Room?

And supplies definitely are limited to first come first served, so don’t delay!

PS: If you really want to, you’ll be able to snip off the “Love, MorganO” without losing any of the heart before applying, but really, why would you want to?

Disclaimer:

For Entertainment Purposes Only. For adults 18+. Not for children.

Use with Care.

Informal testing has shown these tats inspire lustful thoughts in devoted partners.

Results may vary based on location of tattoo.

Use Responsibly… or not.

Author assumes no risk or blame, but will take all the credit!

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Happy Birthday Desert Breeze

A funny thing happened on the way to quit writing. I didn't. Yeah, I know that sounds a bit confusing but it's true. A little over two years ago, give or take a month, I was standing on that cliff all authors find themselves on at one time or another in their lives. After having not one but three defunct publishers, a case of writer's block like you wouldn't believe and a fairly large stack of internet rejections, I fully intended to slide my trusty laptop onto a shelf and go back to my first love. That would be sitting in my chair watching TV, just in case anyone is wondering.

Now, we get back to the bit about a funny bit happened… Love those dot dot dots! Where was I? Oh yeah, the funny thing. I heard that a friend from one of those aforementioned defunct publishers had plans to kick start a company of her own. Since I already had a couple books more or less finished, I figured, why not give it one last shot? It didn't hurt that I trusted this friend, and believe me, being a writer trust is a big plus when choosing a publisher. We talked for a little while and I really liked the direction she had in her head for this new company. I have never been one to write the steamy and she wasn't interested in the steamy. Stories were what she was looking for.

So, when we finally got around to talking about the above stories, I told Gail I had this manuscript that had already made the rounds. Which led to a third degree worthy of Elliot Ness. I'll be the first to admit, my style isn't exactly positioned on this side of normal. That's part of my charm. She agreed to check it out and see how it fit into her vision for Desert Breeze. So, needless to say, not only had I found a new place to sub a book, I also reconnected with a friend.

After a short period, Gail got back to me. Always a good sign in this business. She liked the story, but where did I see it going? Honestly, I wanted to write more with the characters. In fact, before I let her look at it, the story had already been beefed up from the original length of twenty thousand words, from when I'd subbed it the first time, to a total of some forty something thousand words. So, I explained the ideas I already had for a series based on the first book. A little bit of hindsight here, but it's gone past those feeble notions and exploded into something I hadn't even seen back then. She gave me a hmm and said that she liked the idea but the first book needed more.

More! More? What exactly did she mean by that? Didn't matter. My brain had already started churning. Or, was that burning? Because, I definitely remember smelling smoke and something that vaguely smelled like bacon and cheddar. In any case, I could come up with something. There were some parts that could stand a little umphing up. I'm all about the umph. So, with my carpel tunnel whining, I jumped into the fray and pumped out another twenty thou of story. A side note before I go any further: I would still like to jump in with a fresh can of umph. After writing nearly four more books in this series, I see some room for improvement in the story that started it all. In case you haven't figured it out, the book was Love at First Stake.

From that first conversation with Gail, I got the impression that Desert Breeze would become my home. She made it quite clear as a publisher she wanted stories, not brief encounters that were more flash than substance. I'd gotten into writing to tell stories. To make pictures move inside people's minds. Here, I'd found a publisher with the same agenda I had. Not only that, but Gail and Jenifer were willing to give me a chance to explore this strange world that had been living inside my head and see where it went. Out of everything I've gained from Desert Breeze, that is what keeps me delving into the same world. Desert Breeze isn't just a business, it's a family. We care, support and help each other.

In a world where everything is dog eat dog, I couldn't think of a better place to call home. And I was honored to be one of the first authors to be released under the flowing Desert Breeze banner. It's hard to believe it's already been two years. Funny how time flies, when someone keeps you chained to a laptop and forces you to live inside your own imagination. Really, no forcing involved and Gail says the chain can come off in a year or so.

To celebrate not only Desert Breeze's anniversary, but mine with them, I would like to offer one lucky reader one of the books from the Love Bites Series. To check out this series, and the rest of my insanity, click here and feel free to check the rest of the amazing authors. So, how does one get in the running for a chance to win? Just plop a comment down and you're not only staked out for a Love Bite, but you're also tickling the fang for the grand prize at the Desert Breeze Blog to be announced at the end of the month. Mine will be on the 28th, so stay tuned.

Before I sign off and go do something authorly, like write or something, Happy Birthday Desert Breeze, and here's to many more!

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

LASR Voting is open!



Voting has opened! So run on all four paws if you have to, over to Long and Short Reviews and cast your ballot for our little Southern Bell with Bite! Madison would be most appreciative. Who knows she might not chase your car next time there's a full moon, but I'm not promising. She gets bitey and scares me just a little. To cast your vote, click on the handy dandy banner above and it'll take you to the LASR site. As always, thanks for your support and keep on reading!


Monday, February 7, 2011

Nominated for LASR Book of the Year!



I am so excited I could plotz! Long and Short Reviews has nominated The Southern Werewolf Chronicles Book One: Were Love Blooms for Book of the Year! I know! Right? Instead of preening over my own awesome, which is only as awesome as the people involved in the process of making this book possible, let me instead thank those people.

First and foremost, I have to send out a big this one's for you to my loving wife Jenna for inspiring me to love, write and to create Madison Lee. Yep, that's right she's Madison. Another big congrats needs to go to my wonderful crit partners who were with me every step of the way on this book with helping advice, comfort and a lot of support when I needed to believe in myself and didn't. You know who you are, but Morgan O'Reilly, Susan White and Helen Ravell thanks and please don't stop being those voices in my chat window. Finally thanks to Gail and Jenifer with Desert Breeze Publishing for taking a chance on me and this series. Without them, it would probably still be stuck on my computer gathering dust. Another thanks goes out to those of you, the readers, for continuing to support me and my work. Truly, I could not do this without you and wouldn't want to even try.

All that said my last thanks has to go to Long and Short Reviews for liking Were Love Blooms enough to nominate it and having as one of the Best Books of 2010. I'm in some great company, too. So, just being listed is an honor. I'm not just saying that. The voting begins February 14th and runs through the 27th.

Were Love Blooms and I hope to see you at the polls!




Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Lovers of the Lost Stake Available Now!

Funny thing happened on my way to February. Lovers of the Lost Stake was released! That's right you can now sink into another thrilling episode of Vampire hilarity and fun. Did I mention the nonstop danger? The Endless Pop Culture References? The smoochy bits? Mustn't forget those. Love Bites Book Four has all that and more funny than you can shake a pointy stick... uh... I mean... sharpened stake at. Not to sound all demanding or anything, but what are you waiting for? Run don't walk. Wait, if you texting--safety first--just sit there and click on the dandy links below to snag your copy of the funniest Vampire adventure you'll read this month. Okay, enough of the sales pitch. Please enjoy a short blurb and excerpt just to whet your appetite for bloody goodness.
Love Bites
Book Four
Lovers of
the Lost Stake


Blurb

Alejandra Montoya is on the trail of the man who killed her parents. Love never figured into it. Then, she met Eli Ravell, or tried to kill him more precisely. Against her better judgment, she allows him to drag her into an adventure seeped in all the things she has sworn to destroy. Namely, a butt load of Vampires and things that she didn't even know existed.

Now, she finds herself falling from one near death experience to another. Somewhere along the way she's discovered her life might not be the only thing she has to lose. Every minute she spends with Eli brings her one step closer to losing her heart.

Excerpt:

"My name is Alejandra Montoya and you killed my father!"

Well, my mother, too, but I felt it only sensible to focus on vengeance for one parent at a time. Once I'd killed him for my father, I'd kill him again for my mother. That way I'd have all my bases covered and could move on with my life.

True, I hadn't found out about the fact they'd been murdered until a few weeks ago. That in no way meant I hadn't agonized over it enough for a life time since finding out. As a Sister of the Sacred Order of St. Joan -- in no way associated with the Sacred Order of St. Vlad -- I'd spent my entire life honing my body into a weapon in the war against Vampires. So it could be said, even before the particulars of my being an orphan came to my attention, I had already been preparing for this moment. Not to be confused with the moment where I missed killing this one's older brother. Luckily, someone else took care of that for me, leaving me free to focus on finding Eli Ravell, the next Ravell on my list of possible murderers. I hoped he was the one. I hated killing indiscriminately.

Three weeks later, I'd tracked him down to a seedy hotel in the heart of Marrakesh. These Vampires certainly got around. Not that it mattered. This one wouldn't be checking Priceline.com for value packages once I got through with him. Of course waiting for him to finally succumb to his daylight slumber and hanging around until the hallway leading his room cleared of people had taxed my patience, but as they say, revenge is a dish best served lukewarm. Unless its gazpacho, I try not to eat anything cold if I can help myself. It upsets my digestion. Ice cream being the only exception to that rule. And Frappuccinos, but they're a given.

Where was I again? Oh yeah, about to stake this sucker.

"Confess, Vampire, and I'll make your death quick!" I lied. Vengeance demanded a long and agonized death, but he didn't need to know that.

Available at

http://stores.desertbreezepublishing.com/-strse-140/J-Morgan-Love-Bites/Detail.bok
And

http://www.amazon.com/Love-Bites-Book-Four-ebook/dp/B004LLIDSA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&s=digital-text&qid=1296603823&sr=8-1

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Editing: Does it REALLY matter??

A little double dipping here, I've also posted this on the AKRWA Blog for this week.

Spell checkers and other editing things.

Love them or hate them, they are helpful and useful tools. In fact, I recommend every writer have Spell Check turned on at all times. In MSWord, that little red line will help you catch misspellings immediately. Then there's the blue line to alert you to the wrong spelling, or possibly the wrong word—also a useful tool. The green grammar lines? Those I tend to ignore since fiction writing takes some liberties with proper English.

However.

Yeah, you knew that was coming. However. These built-in tools in super-smart word processing programs do not take the place of the human eye and, I hope, human intelligence.

After the program has done its best to help is when a really sharp-eyed editor or beta reader comes in. Someone who can catch the things your MSWord program and tired eyes won’t. There, their, and they’re all sound the same with very different meanings. She’s and she’d are very easy to mix up with the “s” and “d” keys being side by side. I see loose and lose mixed up more times than I care to mention. Your program won’t flag any of the above as misspelled.

Same with roll and role. “He acted out his roll with finesse and skill.” Does this mean he knew how to play a bit of bread? (Ha! Word just tried to correct the word for me. I set it straight.) I suppose it could mean he did a perfect job of rolling down the hill, across the floor, into bed… but in the context of the story, this was not the meaning.

I recently found this sentence in a published book: “He drew in a shaky breath, tried to recall if this was how he felt about her first kiss as a green lad of fourteen.” One word. Just one word is out of place here and makes the sentence ludicrous. Yet to a spell checker program everything is just hunky dory. Had that been the only instance of an error, I probably would have blown it off. Sadly, it was one of at least half a dozen errors that leaped off the page and threw me out of an otherwise entertaining story.

Of course, I’ve seen the spell checker do harm by trying to correct a word here and there. A badly spelled word can be switched in the blink of an eye. Back in the day when I edited technical reports for scientists, I caught one trying to marinate a laser. He’d tried to type “maintain” but mangled it so badly MSWord changed the word to “marinate.” I learned to read his reports very closely.

The key here is editing. Careful, thoughtful, intelligent human editing. A good edit will catch these little goofs that can cause an author’s intelligence and education to be called into question. Yes, typos will at some point escape everyone. It happens. I’ve seen it in NYT bestseller books. If there are no more than two per novel, those are easily shrugged off. More than that? Well, that’s where credibility begins to be called into question.

Years ago, two or three at least, I was reading a book released by my then publisher (the book was not mine, thankfully) and was horrified to see that consistently throughout the book, barely (Merriam Webster Definition of BARELY 1: in a meager manner : plainly 2: scarcely, hardly) was consistently replaced with barley. (BARLEY: a cereal grass.)



Thursday, December 9, 2010

For Men: What makes YOUR perfect mate?

Seriously, this is for research, so I'm looking for honest, thoughtful answers.

Let me explain. The time is far in the future and a young woman wants to immigrate to a newly colonized planet.

A young man, eighteen, and unmarried, is helping his cousin of the same age fill out an application to become a mail order bride.

He insists on putting down things he's convinced the perfect woman can do. From cooking to fishing, he makes a list of all he considers important in his future wife, therefore he expects other men will appreciate the same qualities in a wife. If she's even looked at a sewing machine (stores are few and far between on the colony) he insists she claim she's a seamstress.

So. Here's where you men come in handy. Especially those of you under 22, and unmarried, although I'm curious to hear from the older, married/committed men as well.

Give me your dream list. Keep it somewhat clean. You can state "likes alternative sex" but I'd rather not have a list of particular positions, OK? But let's get beyond the physical relationship. Does she have to like what you like? Music? Games? Movies? Food? Does she have to be responsible for all housework if you're responsible for everything from the garage outward? How about some give and take?

Feel free to answer anonymously, but I would like to know your age and stage of commitment, such as: 22 Single. 20 Married. 17 and Hoping. 32 still looking... etc.

Ladies, hold your answers, please. You'll get your say!!

MorganO