I’m delighted to welcome popular romantic suspense author, Morton S Grey, onto my blog today. Morton is interviewing her MC, Jenny Simpson, from her latest release, The Truth Lies Buried. An intriguing title, and as someone who can never resist paddling in the sea, I adore that cover,


First, let’s find out a bit about the story.


Two children in a police waiting room, two distressed mothers, a memory only half remembered …

When Jenny Simpson returns to the seaside town of Borteen, her childhood home, it’s for a less than happy reason. But it’s also a chance for her to start again.

A new job leads to her working for Carver Rodgers, a man who lives alone in a house that looks like it comes from the pages of a fairy tale – until you see the disaster zone inside …

As Jenny gets to know Carver she begins to unravel the sadness that has led to his chaotic existence. Gradually they realise they have something in common that is impossible to ignore – and it all links back to a meeting at a police station many years before.

Could the truth lie just beneath their feet?

It sounds intriguing, doesn’t it? I’m passing over to Morton now, so she can interview Jenny.

Thank you for having us over on your blog, Karen. I’m sitting here with Jenny Simpson and she’s ready to answer my questions. So here we go.

What is your greatest regret, Jenny?

I regret not being able to say goodbye to my father. He just disappeared when I was a child and I have heard nothing from him since. My mother always refused to talk about him. I guess he must have hurt her very badly by vanishing like that.

What hobbies do you have?

Quilting, family history and reading.

My mother taught me to quilt in my teens and I’ve kept it up ever since as a form of relaxation. I originally took up family history to see if I could discover any relatives on my father’s side. Unfortunately, this was unsuccessful. I love a good book to immerse myself into a different world, especially when things get tough.

Do you miss living and working in London?

Not at all. The City has its benefits, of course – theatres, good shops, events, but it is rather impersonal and busy. If you are a singleton, it is easy to become overwhelmed by the need to network and meet up with people, or else to sit in your tiny flat and feel very lonely. At least in Borteen, I can breathe clean air and walk on the beach every day. I love the sound of the sea.

What did you think of Carver Rodgers the first time you met him?

 I thought Carver attractive and fascinating – I’d never met a chainsaw carver before. He was also aloof and a bit grumpy, with a tip of a house – stuff everywhere. And, I was absolutely terrified of his dog, Wilf.

Thank you, Jenny. I’ve chosen the following excerpt in response to your answer to the last question.

Excerpt from The Truth Lies Buried

As the thought of running away surfaced, the memory of the anguish of the past few months hit her full force and she knew she couldn’t give in now, not when she was at last making progress. She had to move on from her mother’s death and make a new life for herself.

Back straight, head high, get on with it. The words, and the voice that echoed them in her head, were again her mother’s. It was one of her mum’s often used phrases. Her mother may physically be gone, but she lived on in Jenny’s head and Jenny supposed she always would.

With renewed determination, she went back down the steps and across the clearing, weaving through the trees in the direction of the overwhelming sound of the saw.

Another clearing lay ahead and she noticed a man moving. As she got closer, she could see he wore faded blue overalls, huge ear defenders and goggles. With movements reminiscent of a boxer trying to decide when to strike, he appeared to be sizing up a tree trunk propped up on the ground. The chainsaw purred in his hands and his body braced as he moved in and connected with the wood. Shavings rained through the air.

The howl of the saw began to make her head thud and her pulse race. Watching the man carving was like observing an intimate scene between lovers, as he shaped the log. There was something fascinating about the undulations of his back and his deliberate movements, as his strong arms handled the heavy saw like a paintbrush. She watched mesmerised as the shape of a bird began to emerge from the wooden block. The man ducked and dived, wielding the saw with obvious skill. Jenny’s best pair of smart shoes sank deeper into the muddy leaf mould as she waited patiently for him to notice her.

Suddenly, a huge grey dog leapt out of the undergrowth. The animal was as tall as Jenny when it jumped up, close enough for her to see flashes in his eyes. She backed against a tree, her heart in her mouth, stifling a scream. The dog circled around her, barking and snarling. Climbing out of harm’s way was impossible in her tight skirt, even if she could climb a tree. Enormous teeth came close to her face and saliva dripped from the animal’s jaws. Jenny clutched her handbag in front of her and stood as still as she could, given that she was shaking so violently. Scared of passing out, she closed her eyes and prayed for a miracle.

After what seemed a lifetime, during which she’d had plenty of time to imagine being eaten by the baying dog, the chainsaw silenced.

‘Wilf, away. Come here, you mangy beast.’

Jenny chanced opening her eyes. The dog retreated instantly in response to the man’s words. She sank down to the ground, her terror taking away all care for her suit.

The chainsaw man came towards her, removing his ear defenders as he walked. He took off his goggles, revealing slate grey eyes that showed concern, but maybe a hint of amusement too. Wood shavings coated his long curly hair.

‘Are you all right? I wasn’t expecting visitors.’

Jenny stuttered when she finally found her voice. ‘You w-weren’t ex-expecting me?’


‘But you rang me? Unless I have totally the wrong place.’ Her voice sounded much higher in pitch than normal.

A look of puzzlement passed across his features and then his whole body tensed.

‘You’re the cleaning lady. My brother-in-law, Kieron, said he’d rung you. I’d completely forgotten.’

Jenny attempted a smile, while she contemplated how she felt about being called a cleaning lady.

He took off a thick glove and extended his hand. ‘Carver.’

Was that his name? The ‘C’ from the heart above the house door?

Jenny couldn’t decide if he intended for her to shake his hand or to use it to haul herself from the ground. She grabbed his palm and pulled. Her skirt made an ominous ripping sound as he lifted her to her feet. Meanwhile, she was puzzled by the tingles that ran up her fingers in response to his touch.

‘Jenny Simpson.’ She was annoyed at how weak and squeaky her voice sounded.

Want to read more? You can download the book here:

The Truth Lies Buried is available from all eBook platforms

Choc Lit, Amazon, Kobo, iBooks

Meet Morton

Author Bio

Morton lives with her husband, two sons and Lily, the tiny white dog, in Worcestershire, U.K. She has been reading and writing fiction for as long as she can remember, penning her first attempt at a novel aged fourteen. She is a member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association and The Society of Authors.

Her debut novel The Girl on the Beach was e-published in January 2017, after she won Choc Lit Publishing Search for a Star competition. The story follows a woman with a troubled past as she tries to unravel the mystery surrounding her son’s headteacher, Harry Dixon. This book is available as a paperback from 10 April 2018.

Morton’s second book for Choc Lit The Truth Lies Buried was published as an e-book on 1 May 2018. Another romantic suspense novel, the book tells the story of Jenny Simpson and Carver Rodgers as they uncover secrets from their past. (Purchasing links for The Girl on the Beach at http://www.choc-lit.com/dd-product/the-girl-on-the-beach/)

Morton previously worked in the electricity industry in committee services, staff development and training. She has a Business Studies degree and is a fully qualified clinical hypnotherapist and Reiki Master. She also has diplomas in Tuina acupressure massage and energy field therapy. She enjoys crafts, history and loves tracing family trees. Having a hunger for learning new things is a bonus for the research behind her books.

You can catch up with Morton using the following links

Website www.mortonsgray.com

Twitter – @MortonSGray

Facebook author page – Morton S. Gray Author – https://www.facebook.com/mortonsgray/ 

Thanks for dropping by to talk to us, Morton.

Bring a little sunshine into your life with one of my sassy, feel good romances. From Amazon and other book stories. All books available in print too.