Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Morgan K. Wyatt`s The Inheritance & Giveaway!

Please welcome fellow SCP author, Morgan Wyatt! She's visiting to tell us about her novel, The Inheritance. 





BLURB:
Melody’s work as a hospice nurse both gives her life purpose and rips her heart out when her patients die. Her latest client left her his lakeside home. After years of living in foster homes, Melody seizes the opportunity for a real home. 

Her happy residence comes to an abrupt halt when her benefactor’s missing nephew, Levi, shows up. A bomb shattered his leg and life, which left him in need of a safe place to figure out the rest of his life. The will leaves the house to both of them, but only if they cohabit for a year. Otherwise, the house goes to a third party. 

Melody detests Levi for never writing or visiting his dying uncle. Levi considers Melody little more than a gold digger similar to his ex-wife. There’s no way he’ll let her have his inheritance.

Excerpt
The sound of him talking drifted through the screen door. The tone was warm, even affectionate. She assumed he was talking to the dog. Mary liked to say you could judge a man by how he treated a dog, a creature that could do nothing for him in the eyes of the world. The door opening and closing, plus the jingle of the dog’s tags, let her know both were inside.
Her arms spread wide across the door, assuring no would enter her room without going through her first. Charmer was the first to discover her. His sniffed at her feet. Had he forgotten her with his sudden love for the usurper? His spotted head lifted as he regarded her with a dubious look before trotting away.
Even my dog thinks I’m crazy. Spread eagle against her door didn’t make a case for emotional stability. God, she looked ridiculous. Before she could change position, Levi wandered into view. His eyebrows shot up.
“I realize I’ve been out of circulation for a while, but is this an attempt to invite me into your bedroom?”
What? He thought she was trying to be enticing. Okay, maybe her position could be misinterpreted. Still, why did he always have to jump to the wrong conclusion? Temper tinged her words. “No, quite the opposite. I’m preventing you from entering my room.”
The left side of this mouth tipped up indicating amusement. “Do you have a meth lab in there?”
“Certainly not.” The fact he thought such a thing insulted her. “Anyone with the least bit of sense would have it in the garage.” The other side of his lips tipped up confirming the fact she amused him.
Using a knuckle, he rubbed the skin between his eyes, half-hiding his expression. “The way I see it, I own half of your room, which means I should have access to it.”
Oh, no, she didn’t like where this conversation was going. It was foster family dynamics all over again. The difference was she legally owned half of everything, too. “Well…” She stopped hoping for an inspired zinger. None came.
She darted passed him into Roy’s room and jumped onto the bed and rolled around on it. “How do you feel now? I own half this bed, too. Think I’ll take the middle.” She rolled across the bed, kicking and wiggling, waiting for him to protest. Nothing. Not a word.
She stopped to look up to see if he’d even followed her into the room. His hands gripped the doorsill while his eyes focused on her. His mouth was the slightest bit open ready to speak, but he said nothing. The cane leaning against the doorway fell, launching Levi into action. It only took him two steps before he fell on the bed beside her.
His outstretched arms prevented him from landing on her, but it was close. What now? She was transfixed, similar to how a rabbit must feel when a hawk’s shadow crossed its path. His face moved closer. If she were someone else, someone petite and beautiful, then the slightly glazed expression on his face would make sense. His face moved closer, filling her vision as he leaned toward her.
“I want you to know you brought this on yourself.” He whispered the words before his lips touched hers.
She couldn’t believe it. He was kissing her, Melody Gibbons, hospice nurse. The thought made her smile and moved into his kiss. Her fingers slipped over his close-cropped hair to cup his head and encourage him to continue. The lingering sunlight shot through the window in a colorful blaze, covering the both of them.




BIO

Morgan K Wyatt, raised on a steady diet of superheroes, believed she could fly at a very young age. After using trees, barn lofts, sliding boards, and even a second story window as launch pads, she found her flying skills were limited to fast and downward. By the age of nine, her dreams to be a superhero needed some modifications, which caused her to turn to writing and horseback riding as alternatives to flying.
 At the age of twenty, she had another chance at superhero greatness as being one of the few female soldiers trained for combat. The fact that women will be able to serve in combat soon indicates that all the witnesses to the grenade incident have retired. The grenade incident didn’t prevent her two sons or daughter-in-law from enlisting in the service. Having different last names probably helped.
Morgan recently retired from teaching special needs students to write fulltime, instead of in the wee hours of the night. With the help of her helpful husband and loyal hound, she creates characters who often grab plot lines and run with them. As for flying, she prefers the airlines now.

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9 comments:

Iris Blobel said...

Congratulations on the release of the Inheritance, Morgan. Can't wait to read the entire story!

morgan said...

I am honored to be a guest on your blog. :)

Heare2Watts said...

Thanks for sharing about the book. Love the cover. Thanks for a chance at the giveaway.

V.L. Locey said...

It`s a real pleasure to have you here, Morgan. Come back any time!

morgan said...

Thanks Iris. It's a fun story.

morgan said...

Hi Heare2Watts,

Thanks for commenting. It is a treat to be here.

morgan said...

Thanks for inviting me over, V.L.

Cindy Bartolotta said...

I want to know: Do they keep the house together?? What a teaser! This is going to go in my 'gotta

morgan said...

Cindy,

If I told you there'd be no reason to read it. (wink.)