A multi-published author since 2011, Elizabeth Morgan blends urban fantasy, paranormal, horror and erotic romance with fierce heroines, brooding love interests and a bite of humour.A proud "pick ‘n’ mix genre" author, because why choose when you can write it all?

Elizabeth Morgan

"Elizabeth Morgan’s vampires and werewolves are not to be missed; her ability to make tired supernaturals seem new again is impressive and refreshing. I thoroughly enjoyed her She-Wolf novella from this series but Cranberry Blood offers even more bang for your buck with its relentless pacing, rambunctious characters and entertaining story."Carmel (Rabid Reads)

THE BLOOD SERIES
Scottish Werewolves: freaky Vampires and a Slayer with a bad addiction and an insane legacy. Add a big dose of sarcasm, sizzling chemistry; a lot of silver and a ton of blood and...
Welcome to the Blood Series!

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Current Projects

Ongoing (no firm completion dates)...Souls Blood
Blood Series: Book Three· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·The Overseers Series
Fate is a delicate thing; so what happens when a hole is ripped through the fabric of existence by one who isn't apart of fates plan?Starting with the angel who ripped a hole in fate; each story is based upon a different angel and their path to salvation and love.(Four-book series)· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·Let Me In
Erotic paranormal story· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·Creep
Creak sequel· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·Before the Blood
Blood Series Anthology

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Dealing with the Rogue Werewolves terrorizing his Pack? Simple. Trying to convince his mate he does want to be with her? Bloody impossible.Owen MacLaren is the Alpha's son and the Pack's second, and he has never been one to let anything get to him. So when a bunch of Rogues begin purposely dumping mutilated bodies around the Pack Keep, he is more than ready to deal with the Werewolves responsible.But one night off and a trip to a local strip joint for a colleague's stag night changes things, and Owen soon discovers he isn't immune to everything...Being an independent Loup and travelling the world? Easy. Having to come home and face the Werewolf who broke her young heart? Challenging.After five years away, Clare Walker finds herself back home in Scotland, working in a strip club. The tips are decent, and she gets to dance, but it isn't a place she thought she would ever be, let alone Owen, her Pack second and the mate she has always desired.Although Owen is determined to prove he wants to be with Clare, things can't go smoothly between them, not when they have past issues to sort out and a bunch of unusual 'Rogues' to deal with.This title contains explicit language, violence, and graphic sex.

Killing Vampires? Easy.
Tracking someone? Simple.
Helping, and protecting a Vampire slayer...
Bloody hard work!Thirteen years ago, Brendan Daniels made a deal with a psychic. In exchange for information on the whereabouts of a Rogue Werewolf, he promised to help and protect Sofia's granddaughter. Unfortunately, he had no idea what he was letting himself, or his Pack, in for.Nothing about Heather is simple, from her weird dietary needs to her life’s mission. The girl can handle herself, but the promise to protect her soon becomes a need, and one he can't fully understand.Vampire Slayer. Born Infected.
Addicted to blood ... but not by choice.Heather Ryan is the current Slayer in a long family line. Like all before her, she has spent her life searching for her ancestor, Marko Pavel, the Vampire her family has sworn to kill. If that isn't complicated enough, she is also a born "Infected", and to keep her from becoming insane or giving in to her darker side, she is on a very strict diet.Now that her Grandmother Sofia has passed, it is up to Heather to take the family legacy into her own hands. Or at least, it would have been ... if her Grandmother hadn't sent a Werewolf to help her.What is the irritating Brendan supposed to help her with? Sofia never told either of them. Luckily, it doesn't take long for Heather and Brendan to find out that the Vampires have big plans, and that the Leeches have waited a long time for them both.This title contains explicit language, violence, and some scenes of a sexual nature.

Brendan Daniels is No.5 on Rabid Reads Top 10 Best Book Boyfriends 2016!Check out The Blood Series Facebook Page - For updates, background information, character profiles and more.

Cross my heart, and hope to die... You should be careful what you wish for.Danielle Renaud would have never wished for this life of endless hunting and isolation, but it’s the only one she’s ever known. But while her second cousin, Heather Ryan, is off to single-handedly rid the world of Vampires, she is stuck on the side-lines.Frustrated and concerned when Heather hasn’t checked in for over a fortnight, she decides it’s time to take matters into her own hands. What she doesn’t expect is to learn her childhood friend, Nathan, is also missing, or to discover him half-naked and shackled, lurking around their old hangout. And he needs her help, because to her horror, he is now one of the undead. Although she is trained to kill his kind, something about his creation and the circumstances surrounding it just don’t add up.Promises should not be broken, but no one ever expects to die if one is.Nathan Kennedy was warned that Vampires existed, but he always believed his childhood friend just suffered from an overactive imagination. Boy was he wrong. Dragged into a world he once made fun of and “turned” against his will, he will soon discover he has a role to play that even his Slayer Bestie couldn’t have cooked up.Nothing is a coincidence.Though the circumstances are extreme, fate has brought them back together, and they need to find Heather, the first born Infected, to make sense of what’s going on. But neither of them could have predicted the path that lies before them, or how much their lives were truly about to change … for the worse…This title contains explicit language and some scenes with violence.

When your life is messed up to begin with, how much worse can it really get?Heather Ryan's life has never been simple. The latest in a long line of descendants who have made it their mission to hunt down and slay the Ancient Vampire, Marko Pavel, she is also the first born Infected. Up until recently, the biggest downside to living with the Vampyrric Virus was simply that she craved blood, but after receiving a DVD from her deceased Grandmother Sofia and being kidnapped with friend and so called guardian Werewolf, Brendan Daniels, she quickly discovers that she is also the inspiration behind the Vampires’ attempt to create a whole new breed of super monsters—Hybrids.The truth comes at a cost, but how much does one have to sacrifice to gain success?Following the breadcrumbs left by her psychic Grandmother, Heather and Brendan find themselves in new territory. Venice is where Heather hopes to find Marie, the second Bloodling of Marko, along with Brendan's three taken Pack members. But an old Peace Pact between the Italian Pack and the Colony means they are left hunting blind, and due to the Italian Alpha's reluctance to believe their story of kidnap and experimentation on Loup-Garous, time is running out. So when help comes from an unlikely source, they have no choice but to accept.All families have secrets, but blood can't lie.Caught up in an intricate and complicated scheme spun by the one she trusts the most and the friend of her enemy, Heather soon discovers that she is the pawn in a plan she would never have been able to conceive. But how many of her new allies were in on the game, to begin with?This title contains explicit language, violence, and some scenes of a sexual nature.

Book 3 is in the works, and will be the final installment of this series.

Razel Dazzle

A modern twist on a long haired tale...Urban fairytale | Novella

"The story moved very quickly but didn't lack in quality which is vital, especially when it's a short story. Ms Morgan is a no nonsense writer who makes every word count and delivers a very immersing story."Two Nerds With Words

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Will she let down her hair for the man of her fantasies?Famous for her long, golden hair and beaming smile, Razel D’Punz is the hottest model in the industry. But although most women would kill to get ahead in this profession, Razel lives an isolated life; one she has learnt to accept ... until she meets Matthew Prince, a new photographer in the business.Refusing to let her mother/agent’s strict rules stop her from spending time with the man of her fantasies, Razel quickly discovers that one night with Matthew isn’t enough...And neither is the life she is chained to. Something will have to change if she is ever to get her very own Happily Ever After.This title contains explicit language and graphic sex.

“Razel is a china doll. So fragile,” Stefan replied.“I doubt that very much,” he mumbled, gazing round the room once more.“For your own sake, don’t gain a personal interest in Razel D’Punz. The poor girl isn’t even allowed out on her own.” Lewis accepted another glass of champagne from a waiter.“So I’ve been told. I just can’t understand why.”“Young girls today are so impressionable.” Stefan shrugged. “Perhaps Gabriella fears her daughter will ruin herself with drugs, alcohol, and sex?”Lewis stared at him. “No, you mean she is afraid that Razel will ruin her body and therefore her career?”“The world as we know it would end.”“So she doesn’t give her the choice, then?” Matthew glanced between them. “She just keeps her locked up in a tight schedule of work?”“Afraid so.” Lewis took a swig of his champagne. “What is life for one so beautiful, but an endless chain of work to remain so?”from chapter three of Razel Dazzle, copyright © Elizabeth Morgan. All rights reserved.

On the Rocks

Erotic horror | Sapphic | Short Story

"You think you're reading a standard erotica-short, then suddenly, BAM! Everything changes, and all that you thought, wasn't what you thought."Dianna Hardy, author of Eye of the Storm Series

No paperback available

"On the Rocks" is the hottest club on South Padre Island, and Meghan’s new workplace.If the warped mermaid uniform isn’t enough, the fact that she can’t stop thinking about the clubs singer, Zenzie, is. Everything about the female gets Meghan hot, but when she finally gets her shot with the temptress it turns out Zenzie isn’t as perfect, or as human, as Meghan thought.This title contains explicit language and graphic sex.

Her warm breath skated down my neck causing a shiver to curl around my spine. She straightened then slid her hands through my hair. My eyelids fluttered at the feel of her fingertips stroking over my temples and along my hairline.“I saw you watching us.”I stared at her. “Excuse me?”“Do you like watching?” She retrieved a few items from the vanity table, twisted two sections of my hair, and pushed the hair clips into place. “It’s all right. You can tell me, Meghan.”My body tightened at the husky way she said my name. The knot between my legs pulsed under her piercing stare. I had no idea how, or even why she managed to get under my skin, but God, I wanted her.“I’m not a pervert or anything.”“I know you’re not.” She slid a chain of small red flowers into the black mass of my hair.“I just heard a noise. I guess my curiosity got the best of me.” I shifted on my seat. “I’m sorry—”“Don’t be. I liked you watching.”My nails dug into my knees as her hands moved down my throat. Her skin like satin—her touch, soft. She ran her fingertips over the top of my breasts.“I would have asked you to join us, if you hadn’t run.” Her gaze caught mine again while she slid her hand inside my skin-tone bra. “Will you run now, or will you do what we both know you want to do?”Excerpt copyright © Elizabeth Morgan. All rights reserved.

Creak

Erotic suspense | thriller | novella

"...a fast paced and exciting short erotic thriller."Book Reviews by Lynn


"If you are looking for a sexy ménage à trois novella, with a thriller plot to drive the story forward, then I'm sure you'll enjoy Creak."Two Nerds With Words

“What happens in Silver Creek … stays in Silver Creek.”After spending the summer as a recluse due to a bad break-up, Nicole Saunders agrees to go to The Heat Wave Festival with her best friends, Kacey and Tyler.Along with three other friends, they plan to take a shortcut through the small town of Silver Creek. The last thing any of them expect is to become lost and end up pulling into a motel for the night.The Creek Motel is isolated and the last place Nicole wants to be, especially after meeting the glacial owner. But her discomfort is soon forgotten as she finally gives in to her feelings and asks Kacey and Tyler to spend the night with her.This should be bliss, but it quickly turns into a nightmare when she discovers that one of their friends has mysteriously disappeared from her locked room in the middle of the night.Worried, Nicole presumes the worst, but she will soon discover that isolation can be the perfect stage for those who have something to hide … and that Jayne's disappearance is more disturbing than any of them could have guessed.This title contains explicit language and scenes of a sexual and/or violent nature which some readers may find disturbing.

Knots of sickness developed in my stomach with each unsteady step I took across the lot. My chest grew tight. My head felt light and I didn’t know if it had something to do with lack of food or maybe because everything I could see around me looked wrong, like a big fat lie.Excerpt copyright © Elizabeth Morgan. All rights reserved.

Truth or Dare

Erotic Contemporary Romance | Novelette

"Unbelievably sexy with erotic tension just leaping off of the pages..."Cocktails and Books

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Do you dare tell the truth?A tequila fuelled game of Truth or Dare is not Dani’s idea of fun, but when Cameron, the jerk who rejected her a year ago is the one provoking her into playing, how can she say no? Not that he’s giving her the option in the first place.Bravado compels her forward, but when the dares get physical and their friends leave them alone, Cameron’s questions turn to her feelings for him, and unfortunately, lying is not part of the game.Will a dare give Dani the courage she needs to tell Cameron the truth?This title contains explicit language and graphic sex.

“I want you to lick salt off Cameron, and then take the lime from his mouth.”He had to be fucking kidding. “What?”“You heard the man.” The amusement rang clear in Cameron’s voice.An idiotic bout of nerves skipped through me. “And do I dare ask where I will be drinking the tequila from?”Ben’s gaze flicked to Cameron, who I couldn’t bring myself to look at. Holding up my hand, I cut Ben off before he suggested anything else.“Never mind. I’ll do it.” Untangling my legs, I slid off the sofa, levelling a look at Cameron.He pulled his T-shirt over his head, and my mouth dried at the way his six-pack rippled with each movement. He was solid, perfect. His skin was a healthy bronze. Black ink curled possessively around his left bicep; the dragon tattoo took up the entire top half of his arm, bold and beautiful. A fine dusting of dark hair ran from his navel and crept down into his jeans. I couldn’t help but follow the teasing path with my gaze…“See something you like?”Did I ever. I hated to admit it, but he was the kind of guy you just wanted to lick—well, anything off of.“Nope. I’m just wondering why removing your top is necessary. Scared I’m going to spill my drink on your T-shirt?”His lips turned upward. “Man told you to lick salt off me, but he didn’t say where you would be licking the salt from.”Excerpt copyright © Elizabeth Morgan. All rights reserved.

Stepping Stones

Contemporary Romance | Novella

"...an emotional roller coaster ride full of angst, anger and sadness, but there is also a lot of love and forgiveness."Book Reviews by Lynn

There's nothing like a wedding to bring the family together...If not for her baby sister’s impending marriage, Margaret West would never return home. But after six long years, she finds herself a maid of honour who must answer to the people she left behind.If her parents’ interrogation doesn’t drive her to drink, facing her foster brother, Adrian, just might. To make matters worse, her ex-fiancé is the vicar who will conduct her sister’s ceremony.Everyone demands to know why she ran off. But the more time she spends at home, the more Margaret realizes even she doesn’t know the real reason.

“You should have come to me, talked to me.”I shook my head. “I know, but I just couldn’t.”“Why?“How could I tell you I didn’t want to marry you?”“Honestly, Maggie, after six years, I would have appreciated you telling me rather than me waking up on the morning of my wedding and finding a letter, which broke my heart.”My sight blurred. “I’m so sorry, William.”He moved his hand from my arm. “I just wish you would have spoken to me. After being together for almost two years, I deserved that much, didn’t I?”“Yes, you did. I—”“Did you even love me, Margaret?”“Yes.” I slid his coat from my shoulders. “But I wasn’t good enough for you, Will. I wouldn’t have made you happy.”He let out an uncharacteristically harsh laugh, and accepted his coat from me. “Funny thing is you did make me happy.”Excerpt copyright © Elizabeth Morgan. All rights reserved.

Biography

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Elizabeth Morgan has been writing stories since she could first pick up a pen and has been a published author since 2013.A self-confessed "pick 'n' mix" genre author, she writes across Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Fantasy, Horror, Suspense, and Contemporary Romance—but whatever the genre, her stories blend action, humour, romance, and emotional stakes with characters navigating extraordinary circumstances.Whether she's writing about vampires, werewolves, slayers, or ordinary people whose lives are turned upside down, Elizabeth is drawn to stories where monsters aren't always the villains, the choices people make define who they become, and every transformation comes with a cost.When she's not writing, she can usually be found acting, exploring National Trust properties, booking yet another theatre trip, or listening to the playlist for whichever story currently has hold of her imagination. Autumn is her favourite season, folklore and mythology constantly inspire her worlds, and she firmly believes every book deserves its own soundtrack. She'll happily defend Gary Oldman's Dracula as the greatest ever put on screen, argue Mr. Rochester's case until the end of time, continue buying books despite a TBR that's wildly out of control, and remain permanently outnumbered by her two cats, Wolfie and Theo.

Excerpt from She Wolf, copyright © Elizabeth Morgan.
All rights reserved.

My stomach flipped as his energy brushed against me, causing goose bumps to rise on my arms. I contained the shiver that tingled at the bottom of my spine.“Then what the hell do you care about what I’m doing?” I stepped back as he stalked towards me. “We might be Pack but...butting into each other’s business was never mentioned in the initiation.”“You’re right. I’m sorry.” He didn’t look sorry. “But seeing you was a shock to the system. Especially seeing you here.”“Likewise,” I mumbled.“And watching them put their hands on you. Smelling how they wanted you....” A growl emanated in the back of his throat, possessive and deep.My Wolf practically fell down and rolled onto her back. Traitor.“It’s all part of the job,” I told him.He took another step closer. All humour had drained from his face.
“What the hell’s wrong with—” The breath caught in my throat as my back hit the wall.The scent of mowed grass and tangy cologne wrapped around me, flooding my senses. He studied me. His jaw appeared tense, his brow creased, as if he was suddenly lost in thought.My breath caught in my throat as he leaned in and sniffed the nape of my neck. “I don’t like...the idea of...of other men...touching you.”The confusion in his voice matched my own. “W...why is that?”He pressed his forearms flat against the wall, caging me with his body. Electric heat sparked in the space between us. He pulled back. His irises swirled with silver flecks, twisting into a metallic pool. His Wolf stared down at me. “I don’t want anyone touching you, except me.”

Excerpt from Cranberry Blood, copyright © Elizabeth Morgan.
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“There are three stages to becoming a Vampire. Stage one: A Vampire has to bite a human—then the Vampyrric virus spreads through the bloodstream, causing the cells to mutate, which causes the human body to evolve.“Stage two: The person then has to drink a Vampire’s blood. Drinking a Vampire’s blood after being infected is like taking an overdose. The venom inside the Vampire’s blood kills the human.“Stage three: The corpse has to be stored in a cool, dark space to allow the Vampyrric virus to finish its mutation. If the body is kept in the heat, the venom would evaporate and cause the body to start decomposing. Once the mutation is complete, a Vampire is born.”I looked up at him. “I, on the other hand, did not go through any of that. I was born as an Infected.”

Excerpt from Cross My Heart, copyright © Elizabeth Morgan.
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My thoughts ground to a halted as his hands dropped to his lap. “That’s why Ma hasn’t heard from me, why no one has.” Black blood streaked his pale skin, seeping from the corners of his dark eyes.The blood in my own veins froze. I couldn’t move. I could hardly breathe. “You’re ... you’re crying—”“Grown men can cry under times of stress, Elle. It’s not that unusual.”I wasn’t sure if I was about to throw-up or pass out. I felt like I had a typhoon in my stomach, and my head had grown light. Maybe it was due to the early hour. Maybe it was the five-hour nap I’d had—short bouts of sleep often made people feel funny, didn’t they? And I really was freaking exhausted right now.Maybe it was the unexpected shock of seeing an old friend for the first time in a decade, or more how he had approached me after apparently being missing—naked, ill, and rambling like a mad man.God, if only it could have been any of those reasons, but it wasn’t, and without having to think about it, I’d already tightened the grip on the hilt in my grasp. Despite the tension seizing my muscles, I had already dropped down to one knee, my left arm held high so that the white light of my camera coated his upper body and face.“Blood.” The words were acid on my tongue, the tip of my sword a mere two inches from the Vampire’s jugular. “You. Are. Crying. Blood.”

Excerpt from Blood Secrets, copyright © Elizabeth Morgan.
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Heat rippled through the darkness, washing over me. Forbidden and sweet, wrapping around me like a delicate thread which seemed to tighten with each second that passed. The thread pierced deep inside me, tying itself to my very core, like a tether.Pounding in the darkness—a steady beat all around me, a beat I knew should be inside of me, but it wasn’t and yet, the thrum was closing in, and with each hit came a wave of bliss that rolled over me, through me.The thread got stronger, tighter, changing from a delicate strand of silk to a link of iron chain, unbreakable and binding. The pounding got worse. Stronger, heavier, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to hide or run towards the crazed tempo... Then the pain tore in as forbidden and pleasurable heat turned into fire, fierce and branding, blazing from my very core outward.A scream lodged in my throat. Oxygen burned like the flesh on my bones. Blistering agony consumed my body, which I was becoming more and more aware of as the darkness got lighter. I felt as though I was being pulled in half, pulled into a million pieces, stretching and stretching, knowing that any moment now, I would snap. I would break.