Title: Non Friction
Author: Morgan Parker
Genre: Romance Humor
Tour Host: Lady Amber’s Tours
Morgan Parker’s first novel, Non Friction, tells the story of a man whose wife just walked out on him. Faced with an empty house and emotional turmoil, he turns to writing a novella, which introduces him to the fast and furious lifestyle of indie literature stardom… and Emma, a woman who comes on a little strong but turns out to be the one sliver of sunshine in his otherwise dark and devastating life.
Now that he has enjoyed a bit of success and attention, his wife (Jennifer) comes back and suddenly decides that they should pursue marriage counseling. Eager to win her back, the main character agrees to anything and the counselor asks them to create something beautiful for each other. Our main character decides on Our Story, a love story that will not only win his wife back, but can also double as his next novel.
Over the course of writing Our Story, the main character realizes that winning Jennifer back might not be the smartest thing for his heart. In fact, he starts to appreciate the true meaning of the word love, which he finds in Emma.
Morgan Parker is the pen name for a shy and introverted banker. He currently divides his time between Toronto, Canada and his imagination. When he isn’t writing or working with clients or relaxing at Balzac’s with a medium non-fat cappuccino, Morgan Parker enjoys spending time with his family. And sleeping, preferably on a bed (the left side) but depending on the day, he can pretty much curl up anywhere. No, he is not currently accepting applications for cuddling partners.
He loves interacting with bloggers, readers and fans, and if you consider yourself one of those, you can reach him through his Facebook page. Although he doesn’t particularly enjoy interacting with people who yell at him, he is always happy to chat with anyone, especially if their criticism will help with his writing. So next time you’re on Facebook, look for Morgan Parker and Like his author page!
Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-Morgan-Parker/275520695903188
Holding her always felt perfect, but at that moment it felt like pure heaven. She fit in my arms, she fit against my chest, she fit into my soul. When she breathed, I breathed (okay, neither of us had stopped breathing, but I swear if she had stopped, at that moment, I would have died right along with her).
“Emma,” I said, using my chin to nudge her and force her eyes toward mine. I didn’t want to use my hands to guide her because that would mean releasing her, and I refused to do that, I refused to let go.