Welcome Secret Cravings Publishing author, Morgan K. Wyatt...

1.)            What did you want to be when you grew up?

Well at first, I wanted to be Superman. That didn’t work out so well. I settled on being a forest ranger.

2.)            Coffee, tea or hot chocolate?

Tea.  My goal is to attend high tea at a grand salon or castle. It would be like being a costume drama.

3.)            What genre do you typically read? Why?

That is like asking which of my children my favourite is. I do love a good romantic suspense or a mystery. I am equally devoted to science fiction, fantasy and paranormal with a side serving of non-fiction. Life isn’t just one genre, so why should reading be. Bad days require funny romances. Mysteries suit long nights. Cold snowy days are  perfect for tropical setting books.

4.)            Share a favourite childhood memory.

My father was a barterer. He often brought home things as opposed to money for work he had done. He arrived one day from work at the livestock auction with a small black and white pony in the backseat. A glue manufacturer almost bought the neglected equine, but my father snagged her. Dixie actually grew into a large horse once she ate regular. The gentle mare carried countless children on her back over the years.

5.)            Do you have any shameless addictions? ie. Tea, Books, Shoes, Clothes?

            I do regularly clear out my book collection, which results in dozens of books going to   
            friends, women’s shelters or the local library. I also have 600+ books on my Kindle. I     collect boots, but I never give those away.

6.)            What do you think is the biggest challenge of writing a new book?

I think the real work of the book comes before the writing starts in thinking of motivations for why the characters do what they do. A character can’t show up in a bad part of town just because the writer needs a chase scene. I also like well-developed secondary characters.

7.)            Do you aim for a set amount of words/pages a day?

My daily goal is 1,000 words with my day job. Sometimes I go over, usually on the weekend. Other times, I get bogged down in editing.

8.)            What are your thoughts on writing a book series?
Series are all the rage and have been for years. I can see the appeal for both readers and writers. The writer doesn’t have to do as much mental preparation because it is a return to characters already created often situated in the same world. Readers greet the characters as well loved friends.

At a recent book conference, I heard two reader muttering about being tired of series. This is the flipside because publishers will push writers to write continual books in a successful series that has been played out. The phenomenon goes back to popular television shows that keep adding cute kids or new characters to continue on show that has grown old. Eventually, the producer or publisher moves on to a new series.

As for me, I’m not against series.

Love or Deception
by Morgan K. Wyatt



Amy awakes to find her husband Mark missing, along with her memories. Her recollections of Mark include a whirlwind courtship and a beach wedding. Amy is determined to uncover what happened to her husband. How could a man who loved her so intensely just walk away?

The police have no interest in finding Mark. They reason he wasn’t ready for marriage and he walked. She wonders if his disappearance could be associated with her work.

Ryan, a close friend and co-worker, assists her in piecing together her missing memories. As the pair work together, they find that Amy’s actual past reveals a scenario that is so horrifying that it forces them on the run, not knowing whom they can trust.  Will Amy’s newly recalled memories prove fatal to both her and Ryan?



“I love you,” Mark whispered into her hair as he slipped one long, muscular leg over hers.

Amy snuggled closer to him, nuzzling his neck. Ah, she loved this time, right after a rousing lovemaking session when they were both sated and drowsy, drunk on the idea that in a world of mismatched couples, somehow they found each other. Mark’s slight snore alerted her he’d dropped off to sleep. She should get up. There was so much to do before work. Instead, she stayed, breathing in the peace of the moment. 

Hard to believe she was a bride. Not that she had anything against marriage. She just hadn’t foreseen it happening to her. How could it? All she did was work at Theron under major security scrutiny. The only people she saw were other employees, with the majority being women. The confidentiality clause she’d signed forbade fraternization between employees. The company must have a reason for being so paranoid. Right now, she didn’t care. All she wanted was her husband to awaken.

“Honey, do you remember our wedding?” Using her index and middle fingers, she made slow circles across his wide shoulders and around his muscular arm. The barbed wire tattoos encircling his biceps always surprised her, not that they didn’t look good on his tanned skin. They did. No, it was that she never imagined herself as a woman with a big gorgeous husband who could easily be a male stripper or a porn star with his looks. Nope, she never expected to marry. Even if a part of her held out hope, she never expected anyone without a heavier eyeglass prescription than hers.

Mark held up one arm, stretched, and twisted it enough to make his bicep pop. He noticed her eyes following the play of his muscles. His deliberate wink made her giggle a little. Geesh, just another sign she was way out of her depth. Truth told she never dated much, period. School, then work consumed her every waking moment.

He rolled to his side, facing her, and yawned before answering. “I do remember our wedding since I was there. Plus it was only two weeks ago.”

“Yes.” All that was true, but it wasn’t what she wanted to hear. By mentioning the subject, he might tell her how wonderful it was or even describe it in detail. Did she expect him to gush about the meaningfulness of their vows? No way, she’d admit that she had issues bringing their wedding into focus. All she could see was a couple and minister on the beach with the sun setting in the background. With the shadows falling on them, it was hard to tell if the couple was even white, let alone if it was actually them. The sun was setting in the west, which worked since they married in Tahiti. Still, it had the same feeling of looking at a magazine ad for honeymoons.

The woman had on a short dress, and the groom was barefoot. That she could tell. They did have a whirlwind romance. Was it possible she was drunk when she married Mark? Was that why she couldn’t remember anything very well? Her hope was, by mentioning the wedding, he might also confess how wildly in love he was with her. It might ease her fears about the two of them being an odd couple.

Her Aunt Remy raised her with a healthy self-esteem. Being worthy of her handsome husband wasn’t an issue. It was more a case of like going with like. She’d heard enough comments when a couple showed with one partner being more attractive. When the woman was more beautiful, people assumed the man was rich and powerful. Charitable women might think he was charming and good in bed. Unfortunately, it never worked that way with the women. People seemed genuinely baffled and usually predicted a future break-up. Rather unfair if you asked her. Couldn’t the woman have some great trait? Maybe she was smart, interesting, and a decent conversationalist, even reasonably good looking with a slender build and short blonde hair. Her nose crinkled once she realized she’d just described herself.

The curve between his shoulder and neck beckoned her to nuzzle. The simple action reassured that they were actually married and together. Everything happened so fast. A slow roll of her body had Amy looking up at her husband who pinned her to the mattress. “I think I know what my own Dr. Death needs.” He wiggled his eyebrows and leered at her.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Morgan K Wyatt believes in happy endings. When things don’t end well, she holds to the familiar Indian saying: If things don’t work out, then it’s not the end because everything works out in the end. She considers herself living proof after escaping an abusive marriage; she found and married her soul mate. While not every day is sunshine and roses, she writes about the possibility of flowers and chance meetings between strangers.

Her reputation as a plant rescuer has people dropping sick and dying plants at her house, and then speeding off in the night. The magic ingredient that brings the plants back to life is love and Miracl-gro. Morgan would love to hear from you. If you have a name for a character, cute dog pics, or gardening info, even better.

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  1. Hi Again,
    I wanted to thank you for the review. My initial comment didn't post, but I didn't want you to think I was unappreciative.

  2. I really enjoyed the interview and the excerpt! Thank you!

  3. I loved your childhood memories, especially the on about your father's bartering!

    1. Hi Betty,
      We lived deep country and money was seldom used. We ate a great deal of mutton since my father helped out a sheep rancher. Thanks for commenting.

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