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Dangerous Regrets Needs Romance Reviewers

1/25/2017

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Do you love small towns, cute meets, and romantic comedy? Then, this is your book. Read it free, then post a review. On iTunes, Goodreads, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, your blog, etc. ( Not all, of them, of course.)

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​Darcy has regrets. None dangerous... until now. 

Her desire to be a big-name mystery author is going nowhere faster than the beer on tap at the local bar where she works to pay the bills. So far, all she's gotten is groped by the patrons and a reputation for telling tall tales.

When she overhears risky info about jewel thieves, no one believes her except for the sexy newcomer to their small town, Killian.

As the handsome stranger tantalizes her, giving her hope for more than her current constricting life, there are two things which stand in her way: The townspeople calling her a compulsive liar and Killian's aversion to bending the truth.

Oh, and the possibility she'll die before her growing attraction blossoms.

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“Sorry, bro.” The unknown man muttered as he strode to the door.

Killian had already reached across his body for the shoulder upholster that wasn’t there. Thank God for that, his rapid-fire reactions might have caused an incident in the sleepy town. His eyes squeezed shut as he took a deep breath, trying to quell his fight or flight response. His reaction veered to fight nine out of ten times. It would probably be best to leave. He exhaled and opened his eyes to an attractive brunette attired in a referee shirt complete with a silver whistle.

The woman smiled at him. “Can I help you?”

He blinked. Did he need her to officiate at a pickup softball game? The televisions, the bar, the name Sweaty’s, and the bizarre referee outfit all added up to sports bar. It should worry him that it took him so long to add up the clues. Even though he took a bullet to the thigh, his brain took the biggest hit. He might as well give up his Man Card if it took him seconds to register the second home of most men, the sports bar. Killian managed a tight smile.

“Well, I was hoping to get something to eat, but it looks pretty crazy.”

The woman wrinkled her nose. “It’s a little bit, but most of the customers are drivers that popped in for the rally. The majority already settled up their bills and should be headed out to the track to warm up before tonight’s race. I can get you a seat next to the kitchen if you don’t mind?” She gestured with the hand holding her order pad to a small table against the wall and next to the kitchen door.

“Suits me.” It did, since his back would be against the wall. He exhaled heavily, knowing he shored up the cop stereotype by wanting to have a wall behind him. He backed into parking places for a quick getaway too when possible. Not all stereotypical behavior was a bad thing. Some were more of a survival mechanism.

He allowed the cute waitress to lead the way while his eyes dipped briefly to how well she filled out her shorts. Killian brought his eyes up fast not wanting her to catch him ogling. Some labels he didn’t want. At the table, the woman handed him a menu, but he handed it back. No need to look when he knew what he wanted. He peered at her nametag, which was pinned to a noteworthy chest. Why did women do that and then accuse men of staring at their breasts?

“Darcy, I know what I want.”

The woman shifted her weight on her feet and flushed a little, which puzzled him.

“What would that be?” She held her pen over the order pad.

“Burger platter. The biggest one you have with fries. Beer. Anything on tap, except light.”

She dashed the pencil across the pad before reading the order back. “One Come to Daddy combo with fries and onion rings. Beer on tap.” She lifted her eyebrows.

“Yeah. Sounds good. Not too sure about the name though.”

His comment surprised a chuckle out of Darcy.

Want to read more? Contact me at morgankwyatt@gmail.com . Put Dangerous Regrets in the subject line. I'll send you an eCopy of the format of your choice.


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Inspiration behind Killian in the story.
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Read Death Pledges a Sorority FREE

1/25/2017

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The fifth in The Painted Lady Inn Series is almost ready. All it needs is You to read it. Do you like cozy mysteries? Read excerpt to find out more. You'll be sent a eBook copy in your format of choice by contacting me at morgankwyatt@gmail.com

Put Death Pledges a Sorority in the subject line.

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The bell on the front door jingled. Not guests already? A familiar voice called out.

“Mother’s here to save the day.”

Her smiling parent entered the kitchen carrying a bulging bag, placed the colorful tote on the counter, and hugged Donna.

“Hi.” Her mother showing up was never a simple I was in the neighborhood type of thing. “So, what merits the pleasure of your company?”

Her mother laughed and gave her a playful slap. “You act like you don’t know.”

She didn’t. “I should know?” Her eyebrows arched in inquiry.

“Silly.” Her mother smirked at her. “There you go teasing me. I never thought you ever had much of a sense of humor as a child, but you must have picked up some. Maria called me on her way out of town. She told me you needed a hand with your activities.”

“Ah.” Donna stalled, searching her memory for any hints that her mother might be assisting her this weekend. Maria had apologized profusely, promising to get someone to help. She’d expected one of Maria’s co-workers who would have been easy to boss around, not her mother. “It’s all coming back now.”

“Good thing, I’m here since your memory is slipping.” Cecilia turned and grabbed her bag from the counter. “You can thank me later for the fun items I brought. At least one of us has a clue how to party.”

Nope. She wasn’t going to respond to the dig. She knew how to party. It just usually involved a food processor, possibly a blender, heavy cream, and top shelf brandy. “What do you have?”

“Fun!”

Her mother pulled a can from the bag and sprayed into the air. The stink of aerosol and a shot of color, then something gooey plopped onto the floor. Donna stared at the color blob in disgust.

Tennyson strolled into the room as Cecilia pushed the nozzle down again. “Silly string. Way cool, Cici.”

When had he started calling her mother Cici? That was supposed to be her code dating name to keep her rejected suitors from tracking her down. There wasn’t time to query anyone about name changes when her hardwood floors were in danger. “Not cool. It will ruin my floors. Besides, I think that would appeal more to fifth-grade boys than grown women.”

​Her mother’s gleeful expression drooped a little. “You could be right. The employee who suggested it was a teen.” She turned the can over in her hand and stared at it. “I can’t even read what it has in it. Probably better off not using it. Here, Ten, you take it.”
 

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​Find out more about the Husband and Wife Team, M K Scott

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M. K. Scott is the husband and wife writing team behind The Painted Lady Inn Mysteries. Morgan K Wyatt is the general wordsmith, while her husband, Scott, is the grammar hammer and physics specialist. He uses his engineering skills to explain how fast a body falls when pushed over a cliff and various other felonious activities. The Internet and experts in the field provide forensic information, while the recipes and inn details require a more hands on approach.  Morgan’s daughter, who manages a hotel, provides guest horror stories to fuel the plot lines. The couple’s dog, Chance, is the inspiration behind Jasper, Donna’s dog.  Murder Mansion is the first book in The Painted Lady Inn Mysteries. Overall, it is a fun series to create and read. 

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Death Pledges a Sorority Cover Reveal

1/17/2017

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​Can a girls’ weekend at The Painted Lady Inn with backstabbing sorority sisters ever end well? Add in a murder mystery game complete with costumes, a demanding diva, and a mysterious midnight visitor. Donna’s not thrilled about the mob cap, she must wear or her mealy-mouth characterization.

Strained relationships, lurkers in the dark, open windows in the dead of winter and séance gone wrong is only the beginning. Too bad, the help has gone south leaving Donna dependent on her overzealous mother and a questionable fan. It’s enough to kill a person.
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M. K. Scott is the husband and wife writing team behind The Painted Lady Inn Mysteries. Morgan K Wyatt is the general wordsmith, while her husband, Scott, is the grammar hammer and physics specialist. He uses his engineering skills to explain how fast a body falls when pushed over a cliff and various other felonious activities. The Internet and experts in the field provide forensic information, while the recipes and B and B details require a more hands on approach.  Morgan’s daughter, who manages a hotel, provides guest horror stories to fuel the plot lines. The couple’s dog, Chance, is the inspiration behind Jasper, Donna’s dog.  Murder Mansion is the first book in The Painted Lady Inn Mysteries. Overall, it is a fun series to create and read. 

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Dangerous Regrets Cover Reveal

1/15/2017

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Dangerous Regrets is coming February 3rd. Grab book one, The Bad Decision Legacy, now

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Darcy has regrets. None dangerous... until now. 

Her desire to be a big-name mystery author is going nowhere faster than the beer on tap at the local bar where she works to pay the bills. So far, all she's gotten is groped by the patrons and a reputation for telling tall tales.
When she overhears risky info about jewel thieves, no one believes her except for the sexy newcomer to their small town, Killian.

As the handsome stranger tantalizes her, giving her hope for more than her current constricting life, there are two things which stand in her way: The townspeople calling her a compulsive liar and Killian's aversion to bending the truth.

Oh, and the possibility she'll die before her growing attraction blossoms.



Grab book one for only 99 cents.
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 AUTHOR INFO

Morgan as a child had to suffer through movies with clueless heroines rescued by smart men. Her mother dutifully read her stories where princesses waited for princes to jumpstart their lives. There were no proactive female role models in the media at that time, with the exception of Wonder Woman. It is for this reason, and that it is fun, Morgan writes about strong women going after what they want.


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Digitial Blinders: Your Cell Phone is a Relationship Timebomb

1/4/2017

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Relationships not want you want them to be? Might be time to put down the cell phone. Find out why.

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Nothing like quality time with your signicant other, the cell phone.

Maybe it’s my age, but suddenly I see the toll the digital age had taken on our population. It starts small. My daughter and I returned to our former city for an orthodontic appointment. I thought it might be nice for her to see some of her old friends. We stopped at a Chinese restaurant where she started texting her friend. I offered to drive her to her friend’s house that she was texting.

“No problem, she’s at the other table.” She gestured in that direction.

“Don’t you want to go over there?”

“No, I’m happy to text. Besides, she’s with her grandmother.”

The girls texted through the entire meal. They didn’t connect to who they were sitting with and refused to connect face to face. The cell phone has become the wall preventing true communication. It keeps people at a distance.

It’s not unusual to see people on cell phones while shopping, walking, even while eating at restaurants. My husband and I are at the age that we enjoy a meal out with conversation.  Other diners enter the restaurant staring at their phones. A few carry tablets to watch television shows or movies as opposed to interacting with whoever they came with. Occasionally, I look around the room trying to identify those who were conversing with one another.

Most talkers are people with a touch of silver in their hair or are possibly on a first date. A few watch televisions placed around the mid-range restaurant, when not checking their cell phone. This failure to interact cuts across socio-economic groups. It causes people to make assumptions. Even with emoticons, it is hard to judge real emotions via text. It causes less cohesiveness in the work place.

I travel to various schools and the best place to feel the mood of the building is the teacher lounge. Often, I walk into the lounges where everyone has a phone out and refuses to speak to anyone. They may glance up, but return to text or roam the Internet. At other schools, teachers meet for lunch and discuss school, students, and their lives. I noticed at the talking lunches, the employees appear happier.

Our dependence on cell phones has resulted in people not memorizing simple math facts, knowing general knowledge or even how to read a map. People suddenly freak out when they lose cell reception or their battery goes dead. It’s as if their life has stopped. Students beg the janitor to let them into the building when they forget their phone at school.

The traditional way of doing things such as reading maps, memorizing math facts, and being able to hold a conversation are vanishing like a vapor.  I found in my interaction with students that they often can’t read general social clues. What we sometimes view as rudeness is lack of experience.

Often people mistakenly think their cyber relationships are more fulfilling than their face to face ones. What they fail to realize is people lie online. It is opportunity to create a fantasy persona. Often, we perceive people as we want them to be. It’s why people are so easy to catfish (fool on online). It’s also the reason online dating sites urge you to meet the person as soon as possible as opposed to having a cyber relationship.

Did that. Before I married, I corresponded with a man for a year exchanging daily info, jokes, and pleasantries. I never met him even though I suggested several meetings. Women friends told me he was married. Possibly, truthfully, he was probably not the persona he created online. That’s another way the digital age keeps us from forming real relationships.

​Heart to heart conversations where we reveal who we are is falling by the wayside with handwritten letters, foldable maps, and camera film. Yesterday, I handed a Walgreens employee in the photo department a roll of film and he asked me what it was. That’s another blog.
 
 
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