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I might fail this month for the headcanon challenge. Too much real life going on at the moment. But there's something else to share instead--the Bugs and Hisses Free Fiction event over at the DSP blog!

I'm happy to say I got to be a contributor to this endeavor. I'm even happier to say I finally got to write my ghost story! So, if you're interested in a bit of spooky, supernatural, and sweet, check it out:

And wish me luck with my headcanon... I'm gonna need it.
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James is at the end of a long crusade for vengeance against the vampire clan that destroyed everything he held dear. He has Ren, the final and most dangerous of them all, cornered at last in London. But victory remains just out of reach when Ren sets a feral vampire on James and makes his escape. With no other leads, James is forced to take in the feral until he can use its connection to its sire to track down Ren. But in caring for the vampire, James sees they might not all be the monsters he thought them to be. Faced with an ugly truth, his quest for revenge becomes a war for retribution, and the discovery of what it truly means to be human.

Puncture Wounds
by A. Morell


The day is almost here! It's been a fun ride getting the story to this point, and soon it'll be available to all. Join James on his journey, and help him see it through to the bitter end. Preorder today to get it on or just before release day. Congrats to all my winners, enjoy your free copies! Read on for an excerpt and links to some exclusive sneak peeks into the story, and take a gander at my new author bio down below:

James fumbled to regain control, and it took a second to realize that it wasn’t teeth he felt now—it was a soft and damp tongue. The almost constant rumbling from deep in the creature’s chest had morphed at some point, from warning growls to what sounded suspiciously like a purr. James felt his skin crawl and tore himself away, stumbling a bit when he stood too fast.

He was reeling. Everything from the past twenty-four hours suddenly came crashing down around him at once. In so short a time, he’d had the last of his sworn enemies in the palm of his hand, let him escape, and brought a feral monster into his own house. And he’d fed it.

James fumbled his way into the kitchen, eying the sink as he felt his stomach threaten to heave. He pushed himself to the fridge, grabbing a nutrition drink and forcing its contents down his throat along with the bile. He reminded himself that he needed it to help his blood recover, and this was all according to plan—take in the feral and get it sane enough to track the one who’d made it.

He braced himself against the counter with both arms, repeating the plan in his head until the moment passed.

He was too busy to notice at first, but something was wrong—nothing hurt. He looked back down at his arm.

It had completely healed.

More on Puncture Wounds:

Start the first chapter | Behind-the-scenes glimpse | Have a taste | A look at the characters

About A. Morell:
A. Morell spent ten years writing silly things for herself, going through work, school, and a failed career path in the culinary arts before deciding it was time to submit to a publisher. She still writes silly things for herself, but now some of them get pretty-looking covers. She has never looked back.

Hailing from the San Francisco Bay Area, she greatly enjoys food, baseball, shopping, tattoos, karaoke, and old bookstores. She is averse to spiders, zombies, over-used words, tardiness, inclement weather, and the misquotation of movie lines and lyrics. Her dream is to retire to Hawaii immediately. She has one cat.

For more A. Morell, stop by the blog or twitter, or contact directly at
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Here we go! Bit of a new look for the blog. This is the month things will get rolling around here, if I can still manage to find time to catch up. It's already August, people, the year is basically over.

You know when you're a kid and all you think about is everything you want to be when you grow up? I never cared too much what I would wind up doing, so long as I was happy doing it. Well, here I am, all grown up and praying one day I'll be able to quit my day job. :|

Am I the only one who can't get the Weird Al versions of songs out of their head? Has ANYONE else had "Tacky" stuck in their head for the last two weeks?

Crap I forgot to pay my last bill. And I forgot to email people at work. I need to start making to-do lists again.

I really need to start going to bed earlier, but for some reason it's just easier to get stuff done after midnight.

I really, really, really wish the next book I have coming out were long enough to have a printed edition, because the cover is amazing and it just needs to be touchable. Might be time to start something longer than a novella.

Oh yeah, and my free story for the M/M Romance Group's Love's Landscapes event is available as a cute ebook now! I wish that were touchable, too. They need to make like the adult version of Little Golden Books. For M/M romance? What would that be? Little Black Books?

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At long last, Juicy Bits has arrived!

Actually it's been out for an entire day already, ugh. I promised myself I would be on top of my next release (minds out of the gutter please) and just like last time I missed it. Just too busy today!

Related though, my interview with one of the characters also went live today, check it out here.It's fairly short and hopefully amusing to more than just myself.

I needed to be asleep two hours ago, excuse me.
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This is officially my first post as a published Goodreads author! AHHH!! Will this ever stop being so exciting? Do I want it to?


Change of Fortune dropped on the first, and I nearly forgot about it. Why? Well, because I am a giant nerd and was too excited to go to the Dickens fair that same day. Costume-creating, penny-pinching, map-memorizingly excited. AND IT WAS AMAZING, SO.

We're definitely going again next year, and hopefully by then I'll have had the chance to get better at this book launching thing.

Until then, I have many plans for this space, and a few too many story ideas due in way too small a time frame. My life has changed so much this year, more so I think than any year in the past decade. Change and I never used to get along--why would we, when Routine and I got on so well together? Not every change was good at the time, but if they all together brought me here I don't regret any of them.

I understand that a lot of writers don't intend to put all those underlying themes and mindblowing allegories or meaningful symbols into their work. I also understand a lot of writers simply write what they want to read (myself included). So maybe it's no coincidence that my first story is about a year full of changes. It certainly helped bring about mine.


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