Thursday, 3 June 2010

Featured June Release - Love Free, Stake Hard by J. Morgan


Dela McNamara thought she had the most boring job in the world. Tour guide to the scenic cemeteries of Savannah. Yeah, that's what she spent her life aspiring to become.

Then Demetrious de Mecini stumbled into her graveyard and right smack into her suddenly unboring life. Along with three female killers, a passel of crazy militant monks.

On the run, they fight for their lives and sanity and land themselves in a headlong flight into danger and perhaps the answer to a mystery five thousands years buried in the clouded mists of mythology itself. Before it's over, Dela finds herself between a stake and a hard place, but if she survives, love might be the ultimate prize or the ultimate curse.



"We are the Vampiric Inquisition and you, Demetrious de Mecini, have been judged, tried and found guilty by the Holy Court of Phroumage. We are here to carry out sentencing!" An evil smile bloomed from the darkness of the hood covering the monk's head. "Prepare to die!"

I felt around on the top of my head. Nope, no bumps or signs of a cracked skull. So, the monk did just say that the pope's cheese wanted Deme dead. I almost wished I did have brain damage. Then maybe this would make sense. Sacred cheese, Lily Munster, Vampires, blatant lust. Excuse me, but a nervous breakdown looked pretty damn good about now. So did a do-over but that wasn't about to happen. The nervous breakdown on the other hand had an excellent chance of happening. Any minute now, if I was a judge of such things. Seeing as how this was me I was talking about, I thought I could say without a doubt I had five seconds and counting from a nice one.

Deme batted at the dust and peered intently at the monk. "Grahm, is that you?"

"Uh, no. I am the Grand High Inquisitor of Phroumage. There is no Grahm here and even if there was he wouldn't be a Grand High Inquisitor of Phroumage, which I am." The monk shuffled his feet. "A Grand High Inquisitor, that is."

Another one of the monks scooted around him. "But that's just for today. Tomorrow, I get to be the Grand High Inquisitor."



Surviving a long bout with sanity, J. Morgan found a muse willing to work cheap and began work on his first book.

Since then, his imagination has been seen running wild on several occassions. Luckily, the straight jackets have been limited to his time away from the computer.

When not writing, 'Jmo' can be found in front of the TV pretending to write while really watching endless hours of drivel and laughing at the voices in his head who are constantly feeding him plotlines. While the voices may not be in total control just yet, one day they hope to have a book deal of their own.

Until the, J. Morgan will continue to get to spend the royalty checks.


Congrats to J Morgan on his latest release!

1 comment:

  1. Funny! Now I wish the Voices in my head would do some thing useful.