by Iona Morrison | Jun 7, 2015
Not for Sale was released on May 22. Its first review are up.
“Not For Sale”. By Iona Morrison caught my attention immediately! She knows how to start a book, because it is that good, you don’t want to put it down! The intensity of this story moved me deeply as I experienced it page by page. I was glad to see Jesse and Matt, the characters we remember from her former book in this one. Jesse and Matt are intriguing, to say the least, as you follow them thru their unique investigative style! I know you will enjoy this book. Iona Morrison has a unique gift of bringing you into the life of her exciting mysteries with descriptive language. Easy, exciting, and fascinating reading.”
“Iona Morrison’s book, Not for sale, is as good or better than her first novel, The Harvest Club. In this book, she wastes no time diving in head first into the plot, because she had familiarized the main characters in the first novel. Woven through the book is a great love story that grows through time. Iona writes about important issues like child trafficking and the police work behind it in such a way that I found it intriguing and insightful. I recommend this book to anyone who loves a story with lots of twists and turns.”
Check it out now on Amazon.
by Iona Morrison | May 10, 2015
I give you a small taste of Not for Sale.
Jessie cleared her throat. “I believe the one who can tell you the most is Abigail. She saw it, which is another good reason we need to find her. This morning she sent me a picture showing me her surroundings. Are there some abandoned cabins in the area where you can still hear the ocean?” Jessie looked at her notes. “She showed me many trees and a road that was more of an overgrown pathway.”
“More than a few, I’m sure.” Matt looked …skeptical.
“Sent you a picture, how?” Dylan looked at her, puzzled.
“In my mind…I know, weird, huh?” She smiled at his expression. “It must be the drinking water in this town.” She looked at her phone when it buzzed, reading a new text. “But don’t fry your brains trying to figure it out. I can’t, and it’s happening to me.” Amusement lit up her eyes. “By the way, Frank’s in the parking lot if you want to get started.”
They’re here!!!! Not for Sale print books are now up on Amazon.
by Iona Morrison | Apr 7, 2015
I like real people. You know the type. People who aren’t afraid to say that their lives are often a mess. I can relate to these people, I’m one of them. I know what it’s like to succeed and to fail. I’ve been in the in-group and just as quickly in the out feeling like a misfit, one of the weird. I used to worry about impressing others and living up to some unseen expectations. But if I can speak frankly for a moment, I like freedom more than the precarious sense of belonging where rules can change tomorrow. I may talk too much at times, or be too quiet in the next, and on occasion get carried away on a subject that I’m wildly passionate about.
There is a certain beauty in the ugliness and mess of life. It comes with its own hard lessons on what’s important and what’s not. I think this is what the world is begging for, real people, loving passionately, and living their simple real lives.
by Iona Morrison | Mar 15, 2015
I like new ideas, yes, even radical ones. The kind of statements that reach inside of you and grab you. They stop you in your tracks, make you think, and often change the way you think. They shake things up, and make you question your own thoughts on a subject, which can be a good thing. (Even when those around you think you’ve lost your ever loving mind.)
With a twenty-four news cycle, every book imaginable on all most every subject, and the internet I’ll be honest it’s easy not to ever question or think for myself. That’s why I love it when something comes along that grabs my attention and stirs me to consider something other than the way I’ve always seen it. My favorite teachers through the years were not the ones who told me what to think but those who challenged me to think. They’d get in my face when I gave a cliché answer and ask me what I really believed on the subject. I had to dig deep and would be surprised by my own answers.
If I’ve learned one thing in life it is that the longer I live the less I know, no one has the corner on all the truth, and questions, contrary to what I was taught, are very good. By asking them I have often found a new position to think from or sometimes it simply strengthens the one I already have. In no way have new ideas or questions diminished me, but they have challenged me.
The good that has come from being open to new possibilities is that I can hear someone who believes different from me and not become defensive. I can listen, hear another perspective, and walk away having learned something new about another person. In some ways it eliminates the fear of those that are different and obliterates the me verses you and us against them mentality.
I spent many years in a rigid system in which I was right and others who didn’t see it the same way were wrong. I was in they were out. I had it they didn’t and the list goes on. (As if I could possibly know.) But, life has its own way of challenging us by throwing everything our way at once and such was the case with me. For the first time I found that my pat answers weren’t enough, I had questions, and I needed to think through the new ideas I was hearing. I was stopped in my tracks, grabbed by those ideas, which changed little and yet changed the way I saw everything. I’ll admit that I’m cool with it, I’m a little less arrogant, and a tad nicer to be around.
by Iona Morrison | Feb 7, 2015
It’s February and time is marching on. What once seemed like a routine medical appointment for my husband turned into a scary month of tests and waiting. Several times we heard that terrible C word that makes your heart beat rapidly, your mouth feel dry, and your stomach turn flip flops. We began a roller coaster ride of waiting with our minds thinking of every scenario they could conjure up. Sleep at times was very far away and distant when we needed it most.
Before we ever made it to the consultation for my husband, one of his younger brothers had a heart attack and heart surgery to put in two stints. Wow, can I just say the last few weeks have been a whirlwind and somewhat of a blur. I know that I lived them with raw emotions and vulnerability, but the details are somewhat fuzzy. Just breathe I reminded myself often.
My husbands consultation with the doctor was better than we had hoped for. It is in the early stages and is very, small. The doctor was amazed it had been seen and wondered how they had caught it. His brother is going to be okay with a few lifestyle changes. I think it might be time to let down for a moment and truly breathe a sigh of relief from a very grateful heart. Of coarse, we have the procedure still do go through, so we are gearing up for that.
My husband is my greatest fan and has supported my writing since day one. So he was excited with me through the midst of his own personal crisis, when I received the cover for my second novel, “Not for Sale“. Life is messy, its filled with good and bad, and happy and sad. Sometimes going on all at the same time. But, it’s never more sweet than when you think it could be over. Savoring the moment that I’m living in is my plan for now and breathing just breathing.
