Fiona Morgan

Fiona Morgan

I am a published author of thriller romance novels who wants to write more.

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  • Fiona Morgan
    Published 2 years ago
    The Night (Part One)

    The Night (Part One)

    I am in so much shock I am vibrating with it! I am physically shaking from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, which could be quite a precarious position to be in as I'm wearing five-inch heels and have had a beer or three.
  • Fiona Morgan
    Published 2 years ago
    The Night (Part Two)

    The Night (Part Two)

    I can't believe the audacity of the man sitting watching me from across the table in the Red Sky hotel. There was no way I was taking him back to my house so I asked the taxi driver to take us to the hotel near it.
  • Fiona Morgan
    Published 2 years ago
    The Best Friend

    The Best Friend

    I take a sip of my beer and look at my best friend sitting across from me. He is a tall, over 6ft, shaved head, stubbled, muscled, gorgeous, big softy. His lopsided smile lights up his navy blue eyes and makes every girl in a 5ft radius melt and want to be the one to make him smile again. He is so adorable, that every one of those girls that he lets make him smile run all over his heart and he comes to me, asking where he goes wrong and why can't he find a nice girl?
  • Fiona Morgan
    Published 2 years ago
    Romance and Eczema

    Romance and Eczema

    She stands in front of the man of her dreams as he looks at her, his bright blue eyes taking in every inch of her skin. His hands make short work of her lacy bra pushing the satin strap excruciatingly slow down her shoulder, following it's path with featherlight kisses. Her heart beats a furious tattoo in her chest as her dream man moves his lips over to the tops of her breasts. Feeling his hot breath dance over her sensitive skin she shivers, drawing a smile from her man's lips against her. His expert tongue laps at her rosy coloured nipple as it puckers in his mouth...