Saturday, August 27, 2016

Pre-order Lineage, .99 Cents!

I'm very excited to announce that Lineage has a release date and is up for pre-order!
That's some big news considering this book has taken so long, and has sucked the very life from me. You can find it in a few places for pre-order for .99 cents, which is a limited time offer. So get to it people!

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Lineage Chapter 5 (Unedited)

I have a full Saturday, but I wanted to leave you guys with a treat as I grow ever closer to completing Lineage!
If you haven't read the first four chapters follow the links, or you're not going to know what the hell is going on.

A JJ Morris Novel
Chapter 5

It was just another typical Saturday at the Kitchen, a completely packed dinning room that was alive with conversation. People talking business, weather, the homecoming, and what embarrassing thing Mr. Norris did after stumbling drunk out of the Ginger Pub last night. A good portion of the town was here like they were every morning just before setting off to work, only on the weekends the crowd appeared later, closer to noon. All of them filing in for the good food and relaxing atmosphere.
Living history leapt off the diner’s brown colored walls where pictures were neatly displayed in their frames. Some of the pictures were of the diner and how it had evolved throughout its existence, from the black and white photo yellowing at the edges of men standing around an empty dirt lot holding a shovel. To the colorful collage of the ice cream ball they held just last year. Others captured major events that took place in Portstown. Real history as the older more traditional folks called it. True history. The rest of the pictures were of families or soldiers that had gone to fight in wars, a whole wall was dedicated to the fallen heroes from the town.
The areas not taken up by pictures were decorated with old farming tools, things that were rusted and aged. This diner might not be in the town square or downtown with the rest of the historical buildings, but it was the heart of Portstown. The center of the narration that was this small community. A cleverly displayed time-capsule where you could get the best strawberry milkshakes.
We sat in center of the diner among all the buzzing chatter just where Marty liked to be, it was our gang’s usual table with the usual talk passing between us. Today I just didn’t feel part of our little group, or part of the activity going on around me. The world was new and terrifying, and what made it worse was that not one person seemed to be mourning the tragic loss of a young girl. It made me a upset to think about it, wondering if it would have been me last night would the Kitchen…would this town still be acting like nothing happened at all? Was my lot in life was that small and unnoticeable.
The idea put a chill in my body, but I could understand their lack of reaction. Maybe what these people—what this town needed was to get right back into the normal flow of everyday life in order to deal with such a tragic loss. After all that was what I did after loosing my father.
In an effort to do just that I tried to pay more attention to the conversation buzzing at my own table, instead I ended up thinking about how I got here. How I ended up among this popular crowd—the upper class of Portstown High. I never gave the pops much thought when I entered a new school, becoming popular was not on my to do list. Class work, good grades, getting to that next level of in my academic career was what occupied my mind. It was the only thing that kept me from letting my chaotic life get the better of me. Studying gave me a purpose and comfort when I couldn’t make human connections.
I didn’t have to worry about that here in Portstown.
That first day at Portstown High was like coming home. I was welcomed warmly by a lot of my classmates and no one was giving me those sketchy looks like the kids did in other schools. The mystery of being the new girl or the new threat didn’t happen here. It was all very civil considering it was a small town high school.
Later in the day when I headed into the lunchroom a bubbly blond kidnapped me (Marty). She dragged me off without a word as onlookers gasped and stared, we stopped at the head of a table where she introduced me around to her little group. At the time they were strangers, very welcoming strangers, and to the rest of the school they were known as The Royals— the popular kids. I still don’t understand that name.
From that moment on Marty was at my side. Friendly to the point of being suspicious. After a week of being showered with kindness by my insistent new bestfriend, I finally asked Marty why she was hanging all over me, and why all the others were being so nice. It was then I found out about the Morris family and their long reaching roots in the town. Marty too was a descendant from one of the founding families, as were four other members of The Royals. Among the seven families the Adams, Marty’s family, and the Morris, my family, were the closest.
I didn’t understand the instant bond Marty wanted us to have, just because of some connection from long ago. We were strangers that shared a bit of history, I didn’t see that as a reason to become instant sisters. There was a great deal of hesitation on my part. Not just because of Marty’s pushy nature but there was no point in making friends, we were just going to move in a couple of months. If I made friends then it would be heart breaking when I had to leave. Slowly, however, Marty wore me down and now there wasn’t a day we didn’t talk to each other. I was apart of something—one of the group and I had friends. Those welcoming strangers sitting at that lunch table were now my closest and only friends. Ones I was so very thankful to have.
There was Alison Crawford, witty and fairly smart. She ranked fourth in our class, Ali could have been first if it wasn’t for her aversive to homework. A classic little brunette with soft green eyes and an easy smile to fall in love with. She was always at Marty’s side, I often thought of her as Marty’s shadow. The twin sister Marty never had. Different yet the same.
Then there was Jamie Smyth, the bad girl of the bunch. I had seen worse in other schools and it wasn’t that she was actually bad. Jamie had her own way of doing things that didn’t always settle well with authority, she often skirted the line. Her and the principle were on first name bases along with a few of the deputies under Chief Roger’s command. A deep redheaded tall thing with slender features, Jamie was beautiful in an awkward kind of way. She grew on you over time, and I found her to be a very interesting person to study. As mysterious as most of the others thought Jamie was, I could always tell when trouble was brewing in that deviant mind of hers by the twinkle in her left eye, and the hint of a grin flexing in her bony cheeks.
David was also part of the group before we started dating, and he was the biggest flirt. He still was but only when he knew it would get a rise out of me. David and his games, if it wasn’t for his looks and Marty’s instance I agree to date him, I would have never given David the time of day. Being in a relationship never appealed to me, but I found it uplifting now. It brightened my dark world of loneliness even with all its dysfunctions.
Also in our group was the quarterback of the not so successful varsity football team, Allen Vancamp, David’s bestfriend and partner in crime.
Allen’s family owned over half of Portstown, kids in school often called him the ‘Prince’, or ‘Your Highness’ when he walked pass. He looked every bit of the part, nearly perfect with his white blond hair and endlessly deep green eyes, topped off with a smile that made most girls swoon. I guess if you could have something like royalty in small towns than Allen and his family would be it, and if he was the prince than Marty was the queen.
Martha Adams was the monarch of this whole place. I didn’t think it possible for someone just barely eighteen to rule a whole town, but it was clear who called the shots. In the time I had lived in Portstown I had seen Marty talk her way out of four tickets, countless hours of detention, an accident that was clearly her fault, and receive gifts from different shops in town for no reason. I didn’t know what it was about the Adams family, but here they were a big deal.
Each one of my new friends were a direct descendant from one of the seven founder families, me included. We were our own little family, respected and awed in school and outside as well. It was laughable but we very well could get away with murder if we wanted.
Aside from the descendants Carl Rogers was also part of our crew, the son of the police chief. Carl started dating Marty a year after that embarrassing turn down by Jacob Campbell in the sixth grade. If it wasn’t for the fact he had turned her down I had no doubt Jacob would also be included in our group. He was the last of the descendants, and would have fit in just right with the rest of us. It was silly, popularity based on something like blood but I enjoyed our group. I felt connected to these people. We were a strange family of immature teenagers ruling over the people of Portstown.
I guess here we were royalty, the name finally made sense as I looked out at my friends.
Marty was our queen and Ali her faithful lady in waiting. Always at her side, whispering into her ear. Allen the prince next in line for the throne and David the court jester. Jamie some kind of warrior of the court, rough and rugged around the edges. She was the one that got her hands dirty. Marty’s man servant Carl, and then me… maybe an advisor seeing as how I was generally the voice of reason among them. I liked that, a wise voice of reason supporting the others. That seemed right for me.
The Royal Court of Portstown. I announced like some formal introduction inside my head. Chuckling to myself at how well they all fit my assigned titles.
The conversation at the table had gone on without me, but the next few words brought me back from my little fantasy world.
“We should ask Jacob to come to the mall with us,” Marty suggested as Ali and Jamie passed wary glances between each other.
“What?” She questioned them. “It would take his mind off of... you know.”
Subtle Marty, real subtle.
“Don’t you think you should give the guy a little room. He just lost his girl and here you are pouncing down like some kind of vulture.” Allen said.
“What? No.” Marty defended but the look of embarrassment was in her eyes and red was flashing across her cheeks. That was just what she had in mind.
Katie hadn’t been gone for a full day and she was already moving in on her boyfriend, that was so wrong. I looked to Carl sitting beside Marty and offered a glance of apology. He seemed unaffected by Allen’s statement or Marty’s reaction, maybe he just didn’t hear them, and if he did he wasn’t showing it.
I felt awful for Carl. Everyone at the table knew he was just a stand in for who Marty really wanted, but that didn’t mean Allen had to be such a jerk and say it. Sometimes Allen could be a real ass and opened his mouth before he used that pretty blond head of his to think. The last thing Carl needed was to hear he was second rate, especially for how sweet and caring he was. Carl was an all around nice guy and easy to control. I’m sure those were the traits that landed him Marty.
“Carl and I are coming up on five years, why would I threw that away for Jacob?” Marty tried to assure us but I could tell she was lying.
The others might have never noticed, but I had picked up on her tell very quickly. It was just a talent of mine. Marty would lift her nose to the air like a spoiled brat every time a lie passed her lips, or if she disagreed and was trying to bit her tongue. That didn’t happen very often. Marty could be such a snot, but she had her reasons. Ones only I knew about, so I let it slide.
Carl seemed delighted at her words and hooked his around Marty’s shoulders in a little embrace. A smile lightening his face but his eyes were empty. Those hazel eyes of his held no affection or joy, there was nothing.
How interesting. I had never noticed that before.
“Allen you’re such a jerk for saying stuff like that. Marty isn’t trying to profit from this.” Ali scolded the prince to which Allen added.
“Hey, I’m just pointing out the benefits here. Its not like the rest of us aren’t getting something out of Katie’s little run-in.”
That drew my attention.
Benefits? How could anyone benefit from someone else’s death.
Death was death. An end to everything in that persons life. It was sad and awful, what benefit could you get out of such a tragic death.
“You’re just awful.” Ali responded but I could see the look on her face, the worried lines of guilt that creased her small features. Something Allen had said was upsetting her.
The others grew silent as well and shame crept onto Jamie’s face just like it had Ali’s, for the first time since I had met her Jamie put her head down. She was acting like a child caught read handed with their hand in the cookie jar. This was a first. Jamie didn’t feel shame, guilt, or regret. She always meet the consequences of her actions with a defiant smile and devious laugh. Whatever nerve Allen had struck was a deep one.
“Allen just shut your mouth and stop ruining our day.” Marty growled at him but Allen wasn’t going to listen. That rebellious gleam he often got just before doing something completely evil flashed in his eyes, and the edges of his mouth curled upward like a little devil.
“Everyone is getting something out of this, and you know it Marty.” He started and while the others were giving him looks begging him to stop, I wanted to hear more. “Marty gets Jacob, Carl your dad gets his big crime to solve. One that will make his career, and send the Rogers name down in history like he’s always talkin’ about.”
“Leave it alone man,” David warned from beside me but Allen kept going.
“Ali moves up to head of the Glee Club, Jamie that seat on the yearbook committee she’s been wanting. David and I no longer have to listen to her bitch at coach about her boyfriend not getting enough field time, and how we steal the spotlight from poor Jacob. And Joey…”
He paused for a moment, his delighted gazes settling right on me. A sneer corking in the corner of his lips as he continued, “you are now number one in the class. That looks awful good on a college resume. We all get something, so be happy and thank the powers that be.”
Allen grabbed his glass from the table and tipped it up in a cheers kind of motion before taking a drink, it was such a chilling moment. An awful silence had fallen over the others while the rest of the busy diner chattered on.
Allen was right. In a split second Katie’s life ended and we all gained something we had coveted. Suddenly my scrambled eggs were refusing to stay down. I felt them churning in my gut at the sick realization I had just succeed in my goal to be ranked number one at all costs. It was a victory I didn’t want.

If you want to continue the story follow the link to read Chapters 6 & 7.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Lineage Chapter 4 (Unedited)

I'm super, super close to finishing Lineage. We are talking paragraphs away, and to expression how excited I am here's another chapter.
If you wanted read the first three I suggest you do so, if not you won't know what the hell is going on. Follow the links previous chapters, if you're all caught up continue on to read chapter 4.

JJ Morris #1
Chapter 4
There he was—the stranger from last night sitting in the parking lot as if it was a completely normal thing for him to be doing. Just another traveler on their way through town. A perfectly normal person going about a normal life, but we both knew that wasn’t true. When we first met on those tracks I thought it was such good luck someone else had happened along, delighted that a random stranger was being an unknowing savior and scaring that thing away. It wasn’t as random as I had first thought, or so our later interactions at my house hiding from the wolf-thing suggested. No, there was nothing random about him showing up last night. As strange as that sounded I felt in some small way I was right. This man—this blue-eyed stranger had a purpose, and him being here now was no accident.
Eying him from afar I looked for any sign of injury remembering the blood I had found this morning, I saw nothing. Not a single thing that suggested he might be hurt, but then I couldn’t see much from this distance. What I could see was awful distracting.
I was captivated by his disheveled look and the raw blue gaze that was fixed right on me from across the lot. It was the first time I really noticed his raven hair that was sitting in a messy bunch on top his head. Giving him an edge with the way it swept across his rich tanned face hiding a portion of one eye.
His whole face had a period bad-ass rebel look, enhanced by the worn deep brown leather jacket that hugged his body. My breath hitched remembering that moment last night in my kitchen, the hairs on the back of my neck started to tingle at the memory of a dangerous gleam in those blue eyes and the wicked smile that had played across his lips.
“I don’t know who he is.” I breathed out in a half lie as I stepped out of the car, not even realizing I had been holding my breath this whole time. Who could blame me with those azure gems boring into me, burning a path across the full parking lot.
“Looks like Marty is going to find out.” David said and suddenly I noticed the little blond head bouncing along right toward my stranger.
My stranger? Where did that come from?
Shaking off my little mental slip I watched as my bestfriend approached the man in the leather jacket. Marty was like that, always nosy, I could call her curious but her need for information went far beyond curiosity. It was a drug for her, and petty gossip was a life sustaining force. Marty was good at getting both.
Her bright golden hair reflected the sun in a perfect model type way, and she walked so it bounced with each step. Jumping into the air and then fluttering down in a graceful tumble of curls. That was her flirty walk, the one that said ‘I’m innocent and cute, notice me.’ She used that one a lot and I hated she was pulling this crap with him. I even hated the way she stood with her back toward me so I couldn’t see the girlish flirty look that was no doubt on her face. Was this jealousy?
I had never run across it before, jealousy was not something I felt or at last not until this point. I never had a reason to be jealous, not even of the happy families I often ran across. Ones where the parents held their children close and made them laugh and smile. There was never an ounce of jealousy I felt toward them, only wonder and longing.
This was different, the unexplainable need to grab Marty and push her away from the blue-eyed man was itching through every part of me. Like rough wind swept waters crashing against a dam wanting to break out. The fact I couldn’t see her face and gage her level of flirt drove the itchy feeling even more, but what threw me into action was the playful shove Marty gave my stranger’s shoulder. I couldn’t take it anymore, the dam cracked.
“Let me see if she needs a hand.” I suggested to David, and it sounded just as suspect out loud as it did in my head.
Jogging off in between cars I didn’t give David a chance to question or stop me. I had to know what Marty and my stranger were talking about. Besides I wanted to make sure he was alright. Maybe with a closer inspection I could assure myself he hadn’t been injured, at least not seriously. Convince myself I had been taking the blood on my jacket to the extreme and it was all really nothing to worry about.
Coming up beside Marty I flashed the best smile I could manage without acting like a complete moron. Placing my arm around my friend’s shoulders I almost growled seeing the bright playful kittenish smile that was plastered all over Marty’s face, it was her signature ‘I’m available look’ despite the fact she wasn’t.
“Hey Marty, Carl was wondering where you got to.” Brining up her boyfriend was a low blow, but I wanted to make sure this stranger knew Marty wasn’t as available as her behavior suggested.
Him getting snagged up by her frisky play was all I needed. There was just no competing against Marty. It wasn’t that I thought so little of myself, but Marty was on a whole different level of good looking than I was. Pair her needy and demanding personality with that cleverness, and Marty always got what she wanted.
She was a beautiful eighteen year old that looked barely sixteen. There was an innocence about her, an angelic feature I couldn’t put my finger on. Her face had soft angles and perfect big electric blue eyes, along with golden hair that curled flawlessly. All those models on magazines that needed doctored to look so good held nothing to Marty. It was almost unnatural how gorgeous she was, but Marty did have a dark side and more than a few character flaws.
Flashing a half hearted smile Marty replied, “Cameron was just asking for directions.”
Cameron—she already got his name. That was fast.
“Oh,” I pretended to be shocked when really I was disappointed he was leaving so soon. “Where are you headed. You’re better off asking me, Marty gets lost in her own house.” I joked looking at Cameron.
I could feel Marty’s glare burning into me, and the awkward tension I had just created but I didn’t care. Not now that I was able to get a better look at my stranger and see all the little details I had missed across the parking lot. He was slender but with a nice build that screamed athlete of some kind, his jaw shapely and sharp. Clean shaved with a few fading scars here and there that also extended down the side of his neck. Rough hands rested on the bike handles, hands of a worker. Someone that got involved and I liked the idea of that. Of a hard working man. He was like something out of a movie, a bad boy hero that gets under your skin in just the right way.
I was looking him up and down. Just to see if there were any injuries, or so I told myself. Cameron was ever so nice to observe in the full light of day and I was doing it shamelessly, freezing when I reached his eyes. A hint of a knowing smirk playing in the corner of his lips. Busted. Directing my gaze beyond him to the scenery I tried to fight the warming tingle of embarrassment that burned at my cheeks.
“I was looking for a library.” He said in that soft tone he had used last night, and my knees responded with a wobble.
“Doing some research? Maybe for a paper?” Marty toyed with him. I knew that question game she was trying to start. The one where she played the part of the shy timid tease, asking her own questions and withholding the information he had asked for.
“Are you in college?” She asked.
Why Marty liked to play these games I would never know, but the hunt spoke to something in her. There was a little spark in her eyes as she toyed with her pray, did guys honestly find this attractive? I found it degrading. Marty was a smart bold person, why stifle yourself just to get attention.
Cameron went to answer Marty but I jumped in, this flirting had to end. This new sensation of jealousy was killing me.
“Its just over the bridge about five blocks right across from the bank. It’s hard to miss.”
My out-burst earned me a little pinch in my side from my friend, Marty could be upset all she wanted. The girl had enough toys to play with, she didn’t need to steel mine...wait. What?
“Thank you ladies,” Cameron said with that brilliant smile that melted me. “I should get moving.”
He gave a nod to us both before starting his bike.
Over the roar of the motorcycle Marty yelled, “you could grab a meal with us.”
“No thanks. I have a lot of work to do.” His last statement was focused right on me, that darkness from last night twinkled back for a second. A flash came of that same look he gave me when is gun was pressed against my chest.
Was that another warning?
I wanted to tell him I didn’t plan on going to the police or that I wasn’t going to say anything about last night, but I didn’t get the chance. Cameron kicked up the bike stand and took off leaving me there with a deflated Marty.
“What is wrong with you?” She growled the second we were alone. “That guy is so hot and you let him just leave. It’s almost like you couldn’t wait to get rid of him.”
I just shrugged at her over dramatized display to which she let out an aggravated groan.
“Lady we have got to school you on how to act around hot guys. I really don’t believe you just rushed him off like that.”
It wasn’t that I wanted him to leave, far from it. I just didn’t want him around her.
“Oh, I hope we run into him again. Please, please, please.” Marty begged in her perky little voice, folding her hands as if she was praying. Her big blue eyes directed to the sky as we started to walk back to the others.
“You have a boyfriend, Marty.” I tried to remind her but that did nothing to stop her drooling over the memory of Cameron.
What I really wanted to say was, back the hell off. But I bit that back. The last thing I wanted was to get into a fight with Marty, I would lose. Hands down. I knew how to pick my battles with her.
“It doesn’t matter, that man is eye candy. We could use some of that around here, and looking is not cheating.”
“Whatever, can we go eat? The others are waiting and I’m starving.”

Chapter 5 is also available on my Patreon. Follow the link and find out how you can get early access to chapters, teasers, and more!

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Book Sale & Giveaway

This week I'm celebrating 2 years being an author, because of that I'm running tons of sales and giveaways on my Facebook. Right now you can get The Opsona Journey Series, Stage One on sale for .99 cents. It's not just one book either, it's 3 books in one plus extras! Grab on Amazon now.

I'm also doing a HUGE giveaway on my Facebook, the prize package includes:
Signed set of Opsona Books
Illustrated bookmarks
Pocket Journal & Pen
One Mystery prize
which can be anything from jewelry to chocolate. ;)

Don't forget my Pre-made cover sale going on as well. All ebook pre-mades $25, print & ebook $35.

Monday, August 1, 2016

Pre-made Cover Sale!

I'm cleaning out my summer stock of pre-made covers. All pre-made ebook covers are now $25 each, print & ebook $35. Now that's pretty awesome, and the sooner I clear them out the sooner you get new ones.

Check out my website for more details.