Please welcome our guest blogger – J Morgan!

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My name is J. Morgan, sometimes known as ‘the one and only Jmo.’ I’m here to discuss split personalities among romance novelists. Huh? Excuse me for a moment but someone seems to be trying to get my attention. How rude? Insert shuffling sounds and muffled whispers here.

Okay, it appears that was not the blog subject Kwips invited me here to talk about. But, in light of the fact split-personalities are fun, I’m going to do it anyway. Before you decide to cut this blog reading short, I’m not talking about the medication type spilt personality. No, I’m referring to how many authors, myself included, like to stretch our wings and dabble in genres we’re not known for. My newest release Immortally Yours is such a case. For the past few years, readers have known me as a comedic writer with such books as Love at First Stake and Were Love Blooms. Immortally Yours offers a darker edge than what I’d written in the past. That brings us back to split personalities.

When Kwips offered to interview me, I said I already had someone in mind who would be willing to do the job for free, not that anyone was offering cash, but free is free. So, everyone give a rousing round of applause for a comedian of some limited renown. Jmo step up to the podium and wave to the fine folks out there. Okay, not so much. You look like Queen Elizabeth when you do it like that and I find it quite disturbing. Just get on with the questions before somebody locks you up or something.

Jmo: J. Morgan thanks for allowing me to sit down and probe that mind of yours.

J. Morgan: Thanks for having me. Nice place you have here. Love the Green Klover motif.

Jmo: It belongs to the Kwips team, so try not to dribble anything on the furniture or they’ll charge you with the cleaning bill.  Let’s get right to the questions. What made you decide to step away from your comedic roots with Immortally Yours?

J. Morgan: I think every author needs to step out of their comfort zone and try something new. Immortally Yours gave me the opportunity to do that.

Jmo: Could you give the readers a brief rundown on the book?

J. Morgan: I’d love to. Immortally is basically a modern fairy tale. Chase Michaels is a warrior with a curse hanging over his head—immortality. Tired of his existence, he’s fallen in, for lack of a better word, a rut. He goes about the motions of living but has more or less given up being alive. Belle Gardner shocks him out of that rut in a big way and leads him on an adventure that will not only reawaken him to being alive, but answer the mystery of his curse. 

Jmo: Sounds exciting. This isn’t a stand alone book, though. You have two more planned in the series, don’t you?

J. Morgan: Yes, the Amor Immorati series is going to be a trilogy. The second book Immortally Damned is due out sometime in 2012.

Jmo: Does this mean you’ve turned your back on comedy? I certainly hope not. That would put me out of a job.

J. Morgan: Don’t worry Jmo, you’ve always got a place in my organization, like I said earlier. The Immortally books are just a different side of my writing. Two more Love Bites books will be coming out over the next year and another Southern Werewolf Chronicles. So, 2011 will be full of fun and laughter.

Jmo: Nice! Well, we’re running out time. As you pointed out, you—me?—I’ve got a lot of work to do over the next few months. This split personality thing is rough on a person. Anyway, before you leave—we leave?—let the lovely Kwips readers know where they can find you on the web and please don’t leave without posting an excerpt of Immortally Yours. We’d—I’d?—the readers would love to see some of this promising book. Man, I’m confused. Next time you can let them supply an interviewer, dude.

J. Morgan: Thanks to everyone at Kwips for having me. Please forgive Jmo for that last breakdown. I don’t think he’s taking his medication like he’s supposed to be.

As for where you can find me on the web. I seemed to have developed an addiction to Facebook, so you can always find me there. I have a terminally forgotten website, as well and when I can remember to blog—which is almost never, but when I do you can read my ramblings at The Morgan Diaries.  Here’s the links.

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/JmorganAuthor

Website: http://www.freewebs.com/jmorganslair/

The Morgan Diaries Blog: http://themorgandiaries.blogspot.com/

Amor Immorati

Book One:

Immortally Yours

From

J. Morgan

And

Desert Breeze Publishing

Excerpt

“Bellaronia Skylorian Gardner, unburden your heart. Brechashe is not dead.”

Belle looked up to see the ancient woman from her dreams standing on the other side of the cairn.

“What is this? Old lady scare the crap out of Belle day?” Belle blurted out.

“I’m sorry if I frightened you, but this is the only place I can communicate with you outside of your dreams.” The woman moved toward Chase and placed her hand over his heart. “I felt it was time for us to talk.”

“What are you doing to him?” Belle demanded.

The wizened woman patted Chase’s brow. “Simply keeping him from moving on until our talk is at an end.”

Belle moved slightly toward them, a predatory instinct driving her steps. “Why?”

“Long ago, Brechashe was young and foolish.” The woman tilted her head toward him. “He acted without thought. For that he paid the price, but he has told you this tale before. What is the question you really wish to ask?”

Belle bit at her bottom lip considering the woman’s words before speaking. “Who are you?”

“A complicated question to be sure.” She scratched the side of her head, a look of confusion covering her face. “And really not the one I thought you’d ask.”

Belle placed her hand protectively on the cairn. “Sue me. I like to know who’s screwing with my life.”

“Smart girl. Once upon a time I was called Eoyian, but that isn’t the answer you’re looking for. A name rarely denotes the character of the person it belongs to, and that is the question you want answered. Eoyian ceased to be the minute I assumed the robes of Silvian’s priestess.”

The breath rushed out of Belle’s lungs. Silvian was the mother of them all — the one true goddess of the Shazhium race. From her all life sprang. By the Peoples, if Chase had defiled her temple, it was no wonder he had been cursed. Silvian was a goddess of peace, but one quick to enact vengeance on those who harmed her chosen daughters.

Eoyian smiled. “By your reaction, I see the old ways have not been forgotten.”

“If that was his crime, why is he still alive?” Disbelief flooded Belle’s mind. Immortality still didn’t sound like much of a curse to her.

“Because of the inherent goodness in his soul. The man you know as Chase Michaels was…” She held up a crooked finger. “And is not an evil man. Silvian knew slaying him would be a larger crime than the one he committed. As is her nature, the goddess took pity on him — though he probably doesn’t view it in that light — and allowed him to redeem himself through you.”

“Through me?” Now, she truly was confused.

“Bellaronia, you are the future of your people. In you resides the sole hope of the Shazhium. Silvian’s people are slowly dying. In their apathy, they have become too short sighted to see their mortality staring them in the face. Only you have seen the fate that awaits them — more importantly, you are willing to move forward, whereas they wallow in their past glories.”

“How am I supposed to change anything? I have talked until my voice is gone from trying. The Peoples aren’t willing to listen to me. What has it all gotten me? I am hunted and lost to them. Their fear of my stepfather keeps them enslaved.” Belle wished it wasn’t so, but knew better than anyone the state of her people.

“Alone you cannot.” Eoyian’s hand swept up from Chase’s heart and hovered over his head. “But the union of strength and wisdom offers the promise of the world to come. Morag told you correctly. You must open your heart and accept the strength this man offers.”

Suddenly, Chase’s chest rose and a mighty gasp flew from his lips. Life rushed into his cheeks.

“Now accept the destiny you deny, or he will reside within the Willowing forever. As always, the choice is yours to make.” With that the ghost faded into nothingness.

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I have been reviewing since 2001 and got started on it completely by accident. That accident turned out to be a blessing in disguise as I discovered a hobby I thoroughly enjoy and an outlet for my opinions about the books I love... or love to hate. Now I don't think I'll ever stop! I live in the DFW area with my three "children" of the four-footed and furry variety, Sheba, Aker, and Amun, affectionately known as cats. I work as an environmental contractor for the Army Reserves, a job I've had since 1997 in which there is never a dull moment and no two days are the same.

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