Author Interview | @m_morganauthor weaves passionate stories with magic! #paranormalromance #bookish
I first met Mary Morgan four years ago on a romance message board. Her Dragon Knights series instantly intrigued me and I’ve been a devout reader ever since. Mary Morgan herself is one of the kindest, sweetest women I’ve ever had the pleasure to know. Her knowledge of the publishing industry is impressive and doesn’t surprise me she’s a multi-award-winning author. I asked her for an interview and she graciously agreed. So grab your favorite hot beverage and join us! Mary, take it away.
What is your writing process?
My day begins at 5am (Monday-Saturday) with a hot cup of coffee, and then I dive into the emails and marketing. It’s my least favorite item to do, so it’s the first item of business I tackle.
After lunch is my writing time. I review the previous chapter to get a “feel” for the scene and any notes. From there, I’m immersed into my world. I’m part plotter and pantser. The writing all depends on the characters. Often times, I think I’m leading them within the scene. Yet when I’m finished, it’s the characters that have often times flipped my world upside down with something new. Or they have introduced a new character!
Do you have any odd writing habits?
I must take three deep cleansing breaths before I start writing. If I don’t do this little quirk of mine before I start, the writing doesn’t seem to flow.
Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?
There are so many, but the ones that I can recall instantly are:
James Michener, Edward Rutherfurd, Sharon Kay Penman, Susanna Kearsley, Anne McCaffrey, Louisa May Alcott, and Carolyn Keene.
Do you read your reviews? Do you respond to them, good or bad? Do you have any advice on how to deal with the bad?
I only read my reviews once—good and bad. I never respond to someone who has left a negative review. I’ve developed what I call a thick “turtle shell” and let those negative reviews roll off my back. Trust me, it does sting to read those cutting remarks, but not everyone is going to like my stories. I always tell myself, “Another good review will follow...”
Do you have a favorite spot to write? What is it?
I have this lovely corner in my bedroom that overlooks the garden. I write all my stories on an antique writing desk. I’m surrounded by all my favorite reference books, crystals, stones, and nature. Perfect for me!
What are you working on now? What is your next project?
I’m working on the first book in a brand new series called, The Wolves of Clan Sutherland. I’ve returned home to medieval Scotland and the Orkney Islands. It’s a blend of Norse and Celtic mythology. These men are the elite guard for King William, “The Lion” of Scotland.
Do you write naked?
What do you want your tombstone to say?
She was kind and loving to everyone.
If you had a superpower, what would it be?
The ability to fly.
Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?
If you were an animal, what would you be and why?
Dolphin. They are highly intelligent and are empaths (in my humble opinion). Besides, I love the sea!
If you could have any name in the world, what would you choose?
Do you have any scars? What are they from?
Yes! A scar on my head and under my chin. Both occurred before the age of five, and I can vividly recall the memories. The scar on my head was when I was playing “hide and seek” with my sister, and I hid under a coffee table. I heard her coming and raised my head up—smack into the underside corner of the table.
My chin happened on a tricycle. I was wielding a plastic sword and it got caught in the front spokes of the wheel, and I toppled over the front of the bike.
Title: To Weave A Highland Tapestry
Author: Mary Morgan
Genre: Time-travel Medieval Paranormal Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Patrick MacFhearguis, hardened by battles won and lost, desires what he can never have—peace within his heart and soul. Yet, the ever-meddling Fae weave a new journey for him to conquer—a task this highlander is determined to resist.
When skilled weaver, Gwen Hywel, is commissioned to create a tapestry for the MacFhearguis clan, she embraces the assignment. While seeking out ideas, she finds herself clutching the one thread that can alter the tapestry of her life and heart.
A man conflicted by past deeds. A woman with no family of her own. Is it possible for love to unravel an ancient past, in order to claim two badly scarred hearts? Or will the light of hope be doused forever?
Gwen approached quietly by his side.
“Pity. It was a great throw.”
“Aye,” he acknowledged softly. “One of my best. My brother, Adam was a champion at this game. I should have studied him more.”
“Interesting,” she mused.
Straightening, Patrick started forward. “I can help ye pick more mushrooms. Are they for the Midwinter feast?”
“Yes. Apparently, they’re for an onion and cabbage dish. Sounds delicious. I’m amazed at how all the women have managed here in this time-period.”
“I had heard it was a struggle in the beginning for them.” He glimpsed sideways at her. “How do ye find being here? I cannot fathom what ye must miss.”
She shrugged. “There’s simplicity here. I’d almost call it serenity. I’ve learned a lot this past month. Whereas, in my town you can go crazy trying to keep up with everything.” Gwen waved a hand outward. “And don’t get me started on city life. Traffic congestion, speedy drivers, people always on their cell—” She giggled. “Sorry. Too confusing for you.”
Patrick smiled, trying to perceive everything the lass was saying. Each time she spoke, her face would light up. There was a musical lilt to her voice that soothed him. He found her enchanting, regardless of the words spewing forth from her.
Noting a group of mushrooms, he moved away from Gwen.
“Since you have lost, what about my end of the bargain? I believe I can claim something of value.”
Patrick froze in his steps. Glancing over his shoulder, he stared at her in disbelief. “Ye wish to claim a reward?” Hope soared within his heart as if the sun’s rays stoked the emotion.
Her tongue darted along her lower lip. “Absolutely.”
He turned slowly around. “Name your reward.” Tension coiled within his muscles.
She approached him in an unhurried fashion. “You might have requested one kiss as your reward, but I’ll take four—the same number of times you skipped the stone over the water.”
His heart hammered against his chest. His mind refused to understand the magnitude of her words. “Four?” he uttered in a hoarse voice.
“Four,” she affirmed, stepping closer. “Do not keep me waiting.”
In one swift move, Patrick crushed her to his chest. Her soft curves were warm against his body. “Start counting, leannán.”
She never had a chance to respond as he hungrily covered her mouth with his lips.
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