Your Firsts (the Novel edition)

Do you ever feel nostalgic?

Sometimes I get stung with sentimentalism and have to dig out all my childhood movies, all the old photos and letters and diary entries until I’m floating on a sea of nostalgia. It’s often a laugh – hairstyles and clothing, trends you loved, blue eyeshadow, friends and enemies and crushes you swore you’d die for if they didn’t speak to you soon.

But there’s always those important firsts in a reader’s life. You know the ones:

  • the first time you got so completely lost in a book
  • the first book that made you cry
  • the first romance to sweep you off your feet
  • the first book you threw across the room in a rage because WTF was the writer thinking?

There’s many more, but I’ll share just a couple with you.

the-guardians-of-time-editionsThe first time I lost myself in a book was a book called The Named by Marianne Curley. It’s the first of a fantasy trilogy about a group of kids who are entrusted to save the world by order of prophecy. I’ll point out that this hadn’t been done to death in the early 00s. It was gripping, imaginative, unexpected and, at times, romantic enough to have the teenage me sighing. And the end of the first book only had me racing to buy the next two. A little birdy told me recently that Marianne Curley is actually writing a fourth one, to be published this year. The teenage inner me is very excited.


But the first book that made me cry was – and is – a very special book/series by L. M. MV5BNDI4MjA2MzUxOV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNjE0MjE2MQ@@._V1._CR53,69,306,401_UY268_CR11,0,182,268_AL_Montgomery. I was thirteen. I can’t even remember why I picked up Anne of Green Gables, but I will always remember the absolute intensity of the emotions it drew out of me. By the end – and no spoilers, but it’s quite a traumatic end for a kid’s book! – I was in floods of tears, gasping for breath. I can’t say more without giving it away, but I’m so grateful that the series was made first into a TV mini series with Megan Fallows and Jonathan Crombie (which is a fabulous version and one I get sucked into every year), and now again for a younger generation. I want everyone to love Anne and Gil as much as I did and do.



I think it’s good to end on a positive (and I don’t want to novel bash) so the last book I’ll share is my first romance. Surprisingly it was by Meg Cabot (though the name on the cover was Meggin Cabot) and was called She Went All The Way. It’s your typical opposites attract, enemies to lovers trope – which I love – and the banter in it, as well as the attraction had me hooked and seeded a longtime adoration for HEAs that continues to this day.






What novels were your firsts – and are they still?



Three’s a Crowd?

I’ve been reading a lot of paranormal romance/urban fantasy series lately. I admit, I tend to prefer the PR side of things as I like the romance to be the driving force behind the plot, but some series straddle the line between the two.

For example, I’ve just caught up with Jeaniene Frost’s amazing Night Huntress series (only one book to go!) I think a lot of people class it as a UF series, but Cat and Bones’ romance is definitely the main feature of every book. It’s sexy, sweet, soul-wrenching and so, so good. If you haven’t read it yet, I highly recommend it. But on the UF side, the action and worldbuilding is truly spectacular, and the books are fast-paced and exciting.

One reason why I loved this series so much is that it has all the highlights of UF, with none of what I perceive as flaws: when a love triangle between the heroine and hero(es) is introduced.

Now, I don’t know about you guys, but I am immediately turned off by a hint of a love triangle. I don’t know whether it’s a loyalty thing, but I can’t completely love a series if I’m torn by the heroine’s indecision about which guy to go with. I like to invest in a couple and if a heroine is undecided, I can’t invest or enjoy the story fully.

A great example of this – so I hear, as I haven’t read it – is Patricia Briggs’ Mercy Thompson series. From all I’ve heard, it sounds as if this is a kickass series full of action, excitement and paranormal goodness – and a love triangle. Immediately I’m put off. Which is a shame, but I know myself well enough to know that I’ll be jaw-grittingly irritated by the fifth book where my favourite guy is being made a fool when the heroine kisses the other guy. Not cool.

Perhaps it was the Stephanie Plum series that started my dislike of this trope (if you can call it a trope). We all know good ol’ Stephanie is never going to decide between Joe Morelli or Ranger, which for me is the ultimate payoff. Pick a side!

What about you? Do you like love triangles or do they make your fists clench?

Here’s to 2018

26197306_10155127182931408_1384190290_nAnother day, another new year. It seems the older you get, the faster time goes. I could swear I was counting down to 2017 yesterday with my family, about to do the peculiar tribal dance where we lock hands and spin to Auld Lang Syne (don’t all families?)

I don’t like the phrase new year, new you. I think it’s always good to have goals, ambitions, but why should that mean you have to be a completely new you? Evolve, that’s fine. Grow, totally cool. But don’t throw out your entire personality. You can only be you because everyone else is taken (totally stole and paraphrased that quote, thank you Oscar Wilde)

2017 was a year where I grew out of my old job and into a role that challenges me, what I think I can do versus what I can do. I saw two more of my books go into the world, saw readers welcome them (and who wouldn’t welcome Jax and Ryder, the gorgeous scamps?)and worked on yet more luscious Genies to send out soon. Birthdays and anniversaries came and went, we had our first family wedding where my beautiful sister got married to a man who can now never not be an unofficial ‘Morgan’ (did we not explain that clause in the wedding vows?) We encountered a teenager going into adulthood and a child entering teenagedom, and celebrated another twelfth birthday as we all seemed to believe my third sister had already reached that landmark (including her).

——–> SERIOUS MOMENT. I want to thank each and every one of my readers who have written a review or recommended my books. I would send you a cake if I knew all your names and where you lived and if I had endless money. For now, good vibes are coming your way, my friends. SERIOUS MOMENT OVER <———

So 2018. What will happen this year? What do I want from 2018?

I think as you get older, you realise the most important goals you should have are the simplest: Be happy. Be healthy. Be together. Don’t get me wrong; if the universe would send me a few three-book deals for my Genies, I wouldn’t turn my face away. And sure, if I happened to win the Lottery, I’m not going to humbly bow my head and deny the universe. But for now, be happy, be healthy and be together.

2018 offers 365 new blank pages for you to write on. Go write the best chapter of your lives.

Happy New Year, everyone!


Merry Christmas – and a Special Scene


Merry Christmas to all!


This is my favourite time of the year. Time to spend with all the family you vow to spend more time with every year but never seem to manage it, gifts to give and unwrap, trees to decorate and cookies to bake, and an obscene amount of food to eat.

It is honestly my absolute favourite time of year.

And so, to celebrate, I’ve decided to share a peek into a special moment of Jax and Charlie’s from the first Genie novel, Her Wish. I hope you enjoy it!

Merry Christmas, everyone. I hope you have a fabulous holiday. 




Flakes of snow drifted in lazy swirls from the heavens to settle on the streets of New York. Being Christmas Eve, those streets were packed with panicked men, desperate to search out the perfect piece of jewellery, or sweater, or shoes, or whatever their lover had asked of them.

Christmas decorations hung around the city, their cheerful colours and lights reflected onto the rush, mixing with the bright beam of headlights as cabs inched their way up the roads. Horns melded with the sound of chatter and the warbling of some carollers. It was a confusing, challenging crush.

Weary, Charlie was glad enough to do a booty dance by the time she reached Jax’s apartment building. Home, she reminded herself with a little headshake of bemusement.  This glorious piece of Upper West Side property was home. Or at least the seventieth floor was. She was still getting used to that – in fact, she’d adjusted quicker to seeing her name linked to America’s Sexiest Genie than the grandeur of her new lodgings.

She greeted the doorman by name as she stepped from the frigid cold into a foyer that was tastefully decorated in shades of gold and bronze, with a Christmas tree as tall and wide as it was gorgeous next to the curved desk.

“Hello, Ms Donahue,” Danny replied, giving her his easy grin. It had taken a few months of Charlie living in the building to wear him down, but he’d shed his formal exterior with her. His cheeks were ruddier than usual, his blond cowlick sticking up like he’d been shocked. He glanced at the snow decorating her thick duffle coat. “Really coming down now?”

“It’s slow but steady,” she confirmed. “I wouldn’t be surprised if we wake up to five feet of the stuff tomorrow.”

“Maybe you should convince Jax to flash you to the Bahamas.”

She laughed, a quick bright sound as she headed for the elevator bank. “I’d have to be drugged to agree to people seeing me in a bikini, Danny. Anyway, we’re heading over to have dinner with Mavis, one of Jax’s old friends. No Bahamas.”

“I’d go to the Bahamas,” she heard him mutter as she stepped into a lift.

Her reflection grinned back at her as the doors slid closed and the elevator smoothly started up. It was still surreal to her that she was dating a man who could, with a thought, ‘pop’ them to anywhere in the world. His place in Paris, a chic flat in London, the Bahamas as Danny had wistfully suggested. She was more used to a tiny apartment in Hudson Heights and worrying over her bookshop’s finances than the minor fame she’d accrued for being the woman who had caught Jax Michaels, WFY’s premier Genie.

Charlie eyed herself in the reflection, at the bulky coat that covered her to her knees, the butter-yellow knit hat over a slide of ruler-straight brown hair. Her face could generously be called interesting: a straight nose, lips that were a shade full, hazel eyes that tilted at the corners. Nothing to be blown away by. She’d never been bothered by that, still wasn’t, but did find it perplexing sometimes that such a perfect man could be so in love with her.

But then she did have a superior personality.

She snorted with humour, and crossed over the threshold as the lift doors opened with a ping.

And stopped short to the sight of a winter wonderland.

Her mouth dropped as her eyes roved over the huge open-plan apartment, decorated with a few strands of tinsel when she’d left for work that morning, now a riot of lights and colour.

She stepped forward a few steps, chuckling at the mistletoe that was levitating every foot or so. Sapphire and gold tinsel wound around the fireplace, around the cinema-screen-sized TV. Fairy lights glimmered on the ceiling – magic, obviously – and a large, full tree sat in the corner, glimmering with gold and blue, and topped with a gold star. Literally gold, she realised when she moved closer. Had to be, the way the metal shone in the fire that licked and curled in the fireplace. And finally, boxes wrapped in shiny blue and gold foil with glittering bows filled the space under the tree.

Hands settled on her waist, and only because she’d caught the scent of apples a second before did she relax. She let herself be turned, let herself be caught into a kiss of passion, of warmth, of home. When her toes began to curl, when the clutch in her belly made her knees weak, she pushed him away with a laugh. “You’ve been busy.”

“I was trying to be. Come back here.” Jax’s unbelievably handsome face wore a look of mischief, of pure sex appeal as his ocean-blue eyes glittered with their own magical gold flecks. “We’re still under mistletoe.”

He drew her back for a lingering kiss, his hands settling on her hips – his preferred position.

“Tell the truth, Charm Boy,” she asked, breathless when they separated. “You picked blue and gold because they show off your eyes, didn’t you?”

Absolute innocence blinked at her. “Would I do that?”

“In a minute. No, in a second. A micro-second.”

“Would you prefer everything to be beige?”

She poked him. Then sighed. “It’s beautiful. It took you, like, a minute, right?”

“I had to think about the placement,” he defended his work.

“You Genies.” She shook her head. “Utterly lazy. Always taking the easy path.”

“You didn’t complain the other night at the opera.” His voice dipped, his eyes darkening. “In fact, you demanded I flash us back.”

“Duh, it was the opera. The fastest path away will always get my vote.” Yet she shivered at the memory of what had happened when he’d got them home, how he’d pressed her up against the wall of windows that looked out across Manhattan. How he’d taken her, whispering love words in her ear.

“How was your day?” he asked, diverting her attention from that memory.

“Busy. No, Jax, we killed.” Her grin was infectious and had him smiling back. “I’m still enough of a curiosity that shoppers will come in to stare and maybe buy a book or two. And of course, buy my famous cupcakes. How about you?”

“Made a few appearances, said a lot of speeches.” He shrugged, then took her hand. “But I’m officially off the clock and ready to have my first Christmas with my girl.”

“Aw. Except…” She pointed to the presents with her free hand in accusation, brows lowered. “I thought I said we weren’t buying presents.”

“I didn’t. They’re from Kate, from Mavis, from Josh,” he said, speaking of her best friend and his, and his assistant.

“Good.” She had had no idea what to get for the man who literally could have whatever he wanted, so had avoided the problem by launching an offensive, declaring presents off limits. She was pleased he’d followed through, though surprise tickled the edges. Jax pretty much did what Jax wanted, and he’d complained that he was missing an opportunity to spoil her. It was one of the things that had attracted her to him in the first place. He had such a big heart.

“But,” he continued, “I do have a gift for you.” It provoked a frown from her. “I didn’t buy it,” he added. He twined his fingers with hers and tugged her to the palatial kitchen. “I wanted to do something to show you how much you mean to me.”

“Damn it, Jax.” She stopped short for the second time when she saw the six misshapen, slightly burnt cupcakes topped with sloppy icing sitting on the counter. Her heart wobbled a little. “You made me cupcakes?”

“I didn’t buy them,” he stressed.

She continued to stare at the ugly things that nobody in their right mind would think were from a bakery. “You made me cupcakes.”

“It’s harder than it looks. This is actually the third batch. The first turned to charcoal and the second melted. I don’t even know how I managed that.”

He cared for her in a way nobody ever had. Understood what would mean more to her than some expensive necklace or designer shoes. He could’ve conjured six perfect cupcakes. Instead, he’d gone to the effort of trying to bake because he knew she loved to bake. He loved her.

Her smile was brilliant as she angled her face upward. “They’re perfect.”

“You haven’t tried them yet,” he warned.

And because she loved him, knew him, she camouflaged just how awful they were when the powdery, acidic, sour flavour hit her tongue. “Mmm,” she managed. “Yummy.”

“Really?” His face lit up so it looked boyish, the bronzed blond hair in jagged waves, the killer cheekbones highlighting the eyes that sparkled. “There’s a special ingredient.”

Poison? she thought with an internal struggle to keep her lips from contorting into a grimace as she chewed determinedly. And swallowed on a small shudder of relief. “Well, they’re great. I love the effort you went through.” She put the cake down – threw it down, really – and slipped her arms around his neck, lifting onto her toes to give him a soft kiss. “Thank you.”

“Keep eating,” he urged. “See if you can guess what makes them special.”

Unable to think of a reason why not to besides faking a heart attack, Charlie smiled thinly and picked up the cake again. Only this time, when she bit down, she bit something hard and metallic.

Her forehead creased as she carefully extricated the cake from her teeth.

Then she saw the glint of diamond. And her heart slammed against her ribcage so hard she staggered.

Her wild eyes flew to Jax – and down to where he kneeled at her feet. He was now dressed in a tuxedo, candles glowing in tiny glass bowls around them.

“Oh God,” was all she could think of to say.

“Charlie,” he said, a wealth of emotion in his voice. “From the moment I met you, I knew you weren’t like any other woman. You were rude, hostile and frankly, the fact that you didn’t swoon still perplexes me.”

She hiccupped a laugh through a throat gone thick with tears.

“I never wanted to fall in love, but thank God I did.” He swallowed. “Saying You complete me wouldn’t be right, and I know you’d only gag. But I’m better with you, Charlie, better because of you, better because you make me want to be a man who you’re proud to be with.”

The ring appeared in his hand, a platinum band with a diamond that had to be at least five carats. It sparkled like the lights on the Christmas tree behind him, every bit as bright as the words he spoke.

“I know you know I’m yours. This would be a way of saying you’re mine, too. That we belong to each other, for every hour, every minute, every second of the rest of our lives. Love isn’t perfect – there’s always compromises. But you ate that cupcake, Charlie.”

She glanced at the half-eaten thing in her hand.

“It’s probably the worst thing you’ve ever eaten,” he said on a small grin. “But you ate it because you saw how much it meant to me that you did.”

“This was a test?” she demanded, gesturing so that crumbs flew.

Jax stood, crowded her against the counter. “You ate the cupcake,” he repeated, softer, his eyes just as soft, just as dazzling as the ring he offered. “There’s no other woman for me, Charlotte Donahue. You’re it. I love you, always and forever. Say you’ll be mine.”

Charlie inhaled, still quaking on the inside. Her heart was cartwheeling, her stomach in knots and love overflowed like a vat of molten gold.

“I’ll say…” she said slowly, glancing from the ring to his eyes. “…that we’ll be each other’s.” Then the grin spread across her face. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you, Jax.”

His smile was blinding, his exalted whoop making her laugh as he picked her up and spun her around. He pressed a kiss to her lips, his arms tight around her.

“Ass,” she said when the kiss ended. She took great delight in shoving the rest of the cupcake in his mouth, in his pained look when he chewed. Then held out her hand. “Put it on.”

He swallowed. “I already did.”

And so the sneaky Genie had, she realised as she stared at the beautiful ring on her finger. It looked too expensive, too ostentatious, too perfect. It looked like Jax.

So it looked just right.

“Perfection for perfection,” he said, admiring it as she did. Then laughed as she whacked him with the flat of her hand.

He caught the hand in his, kissed it. “But don’t feel bad about not getting anything for me, gorgeous. This is enough. More than.”

“Who said I didn’t get anything for you?” With a smile as silky as the Victoria Secret set she’d put on that morning, Charlie tugged him forward, nipped at his chin. “Aren’t you gonna unwrap your present?”

“I love Christmas,” he murmured before taking her mouth in a deep, drugging kiss.


Hope you enjoyed this special Holiday scene! If you fancy reading more about Jax and Charlie, or want to know how it all began, you can find Her Wish and its sequel, His Command at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo and any other good e-tailer!

Have a great Christmas!


Background Noise

I’ve never been one of those writers with books that have soundtracks. I’ve always loved the idea of it, but always thought how do people concentrate? Surely they have to drown out the words out loud so they can hear the voices in their head?

Note: Yes, I hear voices, and a writer is the only socially acceptable person to admit this.

Recently though I’ve started to write downstairs. Maybe it’s to be with the others in the household, maybe it’s because the living room is the warmest place to be, I don’t know. But I set my laptop and I up at the table, supportive cushion at my back because, yes, it has come to that as I get older, a steaming cup of tea by my side.

And then grit my teeth as the strains of the TV interrupt the sweeping romance or hi-lari-ous comedic scenes I’m attempting.

The solution: a pair of amazingly comfortable headphones and a Spotify soundtrack.

Next problem? I found myself singing along to Ed Sheeran or Ariana Grande instead of paying attention to my characters. An hour passes and I find I wrote maybe twenty words, or worse one of my characters spontaneously burst into Galway Girl. Clearly the thing was to not listen to songs I knew.

Classics don’t work for me. Big band stuff worked for a while until I started to tap my feet and nod my head and shift my booty in my seat to the beat.

And then I typed in Relaxing Songs on Spotify and lo and behold, there was a playlist. Some songs I know, but most I don’t and their tempo is just enough so that they don’t have me snoozing or bopping along (most of the time). It’s perfect background, and for the odd romantic moment, there’s the odd romantic melody.

Success! Now I have nothing to blame any writer’s block on.

Hang on. Why was this a good idea again?

What do you guys think? Do you like writing or reading to music?

Release Day for His Command AND Excerpt


Days like these are why they invented chocolate.

It’s release day for His Command – and while I’m thrilled for everyone to catch up with Genies and the world of WFY, I’m also quietly terrified.

I wrote Her Wish in three weeks. Yep, three weeks. It flew out of my fingers like *ha* magic. I knew exactly who the characters were, knew exactly what would happen and how they’d get to their HEA.

His Command didn’t work like that. I thought Jax and Charlie were stubborn, but, boy, did I know nothing until I met Ryder and Hailey.

This book was better because of them and harder because of them. It should’ve been easy: they compliment each other so well, there wasn’t any of that enemies stuff to get in the way. But because of who they both are, how hurt BOTH of them are, it took several drafts to realise where this story needed to go. It didn’t flow out; it was torn, one word at a time.

Both have pasts. Both protect themselves. And it was lovely and challenging to finally figure out (and write!) how they fall in love.

I hope you all enjoy their story as much as Jax and Charlie’s! There’s an excerpt at the bottom of this post to tease you, and here are a few snippets of the reviews I’ve already received:

“It’s official! I’m absolutely in love with Sophie H. Morgan and her genies.”

“The author made this a well rounded tale with emotional content as we learned much more about Ryder and his life so far.”

“Hailey and Ryder were wonderful together, bringing plenty of witty banter, sweet moments and magic between the sheets.”

“I can’t not mention Ryder’s Handler, Luka, who had me howling with his observations on love and verbal sparring with WFY’s Director, Clare.”

“One of the best parts of this story was learning the different layers of the hero & heroine.”


Buy a copy at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo and any good e-tailer!


He’s a genie. She’s a mortal.
He’s a flirt. She’s definitely-certainly-absolutely done with charming men.
What happens when this playboy runs across the one woman who doesn’t fall under his spell?
Magic of course.

Hailey has been given the chance of her career. All she has to do is plan and execute the perfect society wedding and she’ll get the promotion she’s been working towards. Too bad the groom is her ex-boyfriend. Ryder hates seeing a damsel in distress and with a little genie magic is determined to make the sexy Miss Hailey have a little bit of fun. All she has to do is follow his lead and she’ll get everything she’s ever wished for.

Read on for a taste…


“Now onto my other proposal.” Ryder’s voice slipped in between beats of her heart, tripped the detonator switch.

She dared a glance upward at his beautiful face. God only knew what he was going to suggest now. “Uh-huh…?”

“I want to help you have more fun. Sort of a thank you for helping me out with Leo’s party. Good Samaritan kind of thing.”

“I’m getting a wish out of it.”

“So think of this as an added bonus. I like you.” He sounded almost surprised about it. “I want to see you…blossom.”

“This is because I told you about what Kate said, right?”

“Maybe.” His grin was slow. Dirty. Only he could make a smile dirty. “C’mon. Let me show you how to have fun.”

“For the love of…” She shook her head. “I. Have. Fun.”

“Name me one thing in your life right now that’s fun.”


Damn it.

She glared. “I watched Hart of Dixie last night with a glass of wine.”

“Whoa. I’m sorry, I was wrong, you wild thing.”

Her glower upped a notch. “Just because you don’t think it’s fun.”

“You need to be out with the people. Real people. Taking some risks, setting yourself some challenges. You know, spontaneous fun.”

Spontaneous. She knew not of what he spoke. Must be that thing Ethan said she could never do. God, even Ryder, who’d known her all of one week, could see how pathetic she was.

“You’re sad again.”

“Cut it out.” She released the chair and folded her arms in defense. “Maybe our ideas of fun don’t mesh.”

“Or maybe you’re too chicken.”

“Yep.” She nodded. “So now we’re decided on that –”

“Come on.” A laugh was in his voice as he protested. “Hailey, you’re planning your ex’s wedding. I’d say you could use an injection of ridiculous, irresponsible fun.”

“Okay, if this ‘injection’ is another name for your penis, I’m throwing you out.”

His laugh was stronger this time, brown eyes aglow. “I’d like to think I’m a little more sophisticated than that.”

She eyed him, the crinkles around his eyes as he grinned. Before she could help herself, she said, “What kind of fun?”

That dimple creased his cheek as he waggled his eyebrows. “Intrigued?”

“No.” Maybe.

“Hmm. Well,” he said, leaning in, bracing himself on the table so his muscles bunched. “For it to work, and I have to state this upfront, you’d have to do as I say.”

She shot him a look drowning in wry humor. “Good one.”

“I’m serious. You’ve had control – too much, if you ask me – over your life and look where it’s got you. Planning your ex’s wedding and staying home every Saturday night with the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen.”

Her mouth dropped. The blunt honesty of the man… They should study him in some museum.

“For my plan to work, you’d have to listen to me. Take commands.”

“Did we time travel to the eighteen hundreds where you think I’ll actually say yes to this crap?”

He laughed. “Not about everything,” he said as if that was crazy. “Just the things that relate to fun.”

Okay, he was insane if she thought she’d blindly follow orders. Like she’d be interested in that kind of crazy. Yeah, she’d thought about the kind of man he’d insisted she needed, a man who’d take her control and push her to the edge, and sure, she could see his point about how being rigid with the reins hadn’t got her very far. But please. She wasn’t that wrecked.

Except she still heard Ethan’s words in her head.

Okay, she wasn’t sold, but in the interests of curiosity, Hailey waved a hand. “So tell me about this great plan I’ll be meekly following orders to the tune of.”

“Very simple. We do all the crap that scares you. That’s where following my orders comes into play.”

“Sounds great.” Heavy on the sarcasm, she smiled. “I hear and obey, Master.”

“I like the sounds of that.” His eyes on hers, he began moving around the table. Her heart picked up until the beats were one continuous line.

“What are you doing?” she managed as he leaned into her personal space. Electricity snapped, crackled, and yes, popped as he slid his hand into hers, tracing the sensitive in between areas of her fingers.

“Didn’t I tell you Genies don’t follow gentlemen’s rules?” He brought her hand to his mouth. His breath was warm as he nipped the pad of her index finger. She jumped. “C’mon, Hailey. Let me show you how to live life and not just watch. Let me show you how to have fun.”


Release Day for Her Wish

morgan_her-wishHER WISH finally hits the (e)shelves! I can’t tell you how excited I am for you to meet Jax and Charlie, and to dip a toe into my Genie world. Magic, mayhem and lots and lots of gorgeous men – as it should be!

Reviews are already flowing in, from authors to readers, and I’m thrilled to say everyone seems to be as caught with Jax and Charlie’s love story as I am:

Her Wish is fun, charming, and OMG, why haven’t I been reading Genie romances before now? Sophie H. Morgan’s wit and imagination made me an instant fan. I want a Genie of my own!” New York Times bestselling author Larissa Ione

“An epic romantic ride filled with magic and adventure.” – New York Times bestselling author Milly Taiden

” I adored Jax and Charlie, their story grabbed from the very start and held on tight throughout, their chemistry was perfection and I found myself swooning, laughing my socks off and brushing away a couple of little tears along the way.” – Goodreads reviewer, Nicola 

“The snark and sass from Charlie, matched with the suave and smooth of Jax, just kept the smile on my face pretty much from the beginning of the book right up to the end.” – Goodreads reviewer, Claire Robinson

Go Team HER WISH! And look out for the second Playboy Genie book, HIS COMMAND, coming this summer ❤


This playboy has finally met his match…

Charlie’s sick of Genies. Too beautiful, too sure of themselves, too “celebrity”. And way too eager to grant wishes in the worldwide Lottery that entices mortals into buying tickets in the hope of winning their desires. Charlie would rather walk naked through Times Square than buy a ticket. Unfortunately, her friend springs for one in Charlie’s name – and it gets picked. She refuses to get sucked in and has no qualms about saying so to the famously arrogant, devilishly handsome Genie at her door. Sexy Blue Eyes will just have to take no for an answer.

Jax Michaels would love to take no for an answer. As the most famous Genie on the East Coast, known for his sex appeal, his cheeky interviews, and his roguish style of granting wishes, he only has to turn to the next in line to find a willing partner. After all, every woman wants him – except, apparently, Charlie Donahue, who throws back his charming words, sneers at his calculated grins, and refuses to even consider wishing. Jax isn’t a fool. He’s prepared to wash his hands of this infuriating, appealing female…until his Handler informs him that quitting is not an option. And if he can’t talk her into wishing, Jax will have to try playing a little dirty.

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Happy New Year

So 2016 has come to an end. And I think I speak for most of us when I say thank the good Lord!

But, to be fair, while there have been some awful moments personally and on a nationwide scale – more deaths than you can count, BREXIT, illnesses and I don’t even think I have to mention the presidency election – there HAVE been some great moments too.

Namely, my Genies finding a home with St. Martins Press (Swerve)! I cannot wait for you guys to meet my gorgeous Genies and whoever else swaggers into my head 😉

I love a new year and the hope it brings. New year, new you, right? I don’t think I’d like to go that far, but I do look forward to what may come my way in 2017 and the rest of my family and friends – and you, my readers. Thank you so much for supporting me this far and beyond!

May 2017 bring everything you wish for 🙂 Happy New Year!

Cover Reveal: Her Wish

I am beyond thrilled to finally be able to share my amazeballs cover from St. Martin’s Press for the first in my new Genie series, HER WISH.

Well. Heroes and Heartbreakers are revealing it. See that here.

In addition, the book is up for pre-order at Amazon and Barnes and Noble, and will be released Feb 21st 2017 🙂 *jumps up and down*

Are you ready for this deliciousness……..????


Scrumminess indeed…

Don’t you just love?

And to tease you even more, here’s the blurb to go with! Let me know if you like it 🙂 And remember to pre-order while it’s cheap!

Charlie’s sick of Genies. Too beautiful, too sure of themselves, too “celebrity”. And way too eager to grant wishes in the worldwide Lottery that entices mortals into buying tickets in the hope of winning their desires. Charlie would rather walk naked through Times Square than buy a ticket. Unfortunately, her friend springs for one in Charlie’s name – and it gets picked. She refuses to get sucked in and has no qualms about saying so to the famously arrogant, devilishly handsome Genie at her door. Sexy Blue Eyes will just have to take no for an answer.

Jax Michaels would love to take no for an answer. As the most famous Genie on the East Coast, known for his sex appeal, his cheeky interviews, and his roguish style of granting wishes, he only has to turn to the next in line to find a willing partner. After all, every woman wants him – except, apparently, Charlie Donahue, who throws back his charming words, sneers at his calculated grins, and refuses to even consider wishing. Jax isn’t a fool. He’s prepared to wash his hands of this infuriating, appealing female…until his Handler informs him that quitting is not an option. And if he can’t talk her into wishing, Jax will have to try playing a little dirty.

Another Five Stars for Whispers

Whispers300It’s been a while, and I’ve been focused on my new and fabulous Genies who I cannot WAIT for you to meet 🙂 They demand attention, the naughty boys, but it doesn’t mean I haven’t missed my other heroes – and you guys, of course.

In the meantime, as I had a free hour, I stumbled across this fantastic review from Fresh Fiction for WHISPERS that I had to share. Reviews like this don’t come along every day. The word ‘phenomenal’ is mentioned. Oh, yeah. 🙂

Here are a few more quotes to tease you:

“Sapphy and Nathe are perhaps one of my all-time favorite couples as the sparks fly instantly between them”

“My heart still breaks at some of the revelations that unfold in WHISPERS, even as I cheered for other equally heartwarming moments.”

“The Divided Kingdom series has the perfect blend of kickbutt action, superb world building, great character development, and a hot and heavy romance.”

You can read the whole review here

Go WHISPERS 🙂 Hope you all love my Genies as much 😉