No, I’m not doing a tutorial on how to speak Southern. 🙂
This is an author interview with AMB Review. So, may I introduce myself? Without further adieu, here I am.
My fantasy romance, The Summoning, is on sale on Amazon for only $.99. The Summoning was a Night Owl Reviews Top Pick,
Beware if you are a witch, especially if you don’t know it, and summon an ancient god. The side effects are age-old secrets, deceit and danger up to and including death.
A warm hand brushed the top of her cold foot. “You are silent. Is something wrong?”
Again, that electric trill at a mere touch! “No, no. I—thank you. I’d be dead now if you hadn’t rescued me.”
“Yes, you would. If you are ready now, you can repay me.”
“Repay you?” Why should she be surprised? No one did anything anymore for free, but what need had a spirit of money? “If you want cash, we’ll have to find an ATM.”
He leaned back against the coffee table, regarding her with amusement. “I do not need your money, beautiful witch. I seek only Pleasure, and I am certain you can exceed even my high expectations.”
Heather’s jaw dropped. “Pleasure? Do you mean you want me to…”
The God of Wind and Sea grinned, mischief dancing in his eyes. “Yes, Heather.” He sobered, shaking his head. “Not sex only. I want to make love to you.”
How could this creature simply assume she’d have sex with him? Shocked, yet flattered in an odd way, she arched her brows. “No.”
He straightened, staring at her as if she’d sprouted wings. “But I saved your life.”
Oh, dear God, she’d heard in certain cultures if you saved a life, that life belonged to you.
“Eyrael, I’m very, very grateful.” She folded trembling hands and met his gaze squarely. “I don’t intend to f-word you, however.”
On February 17th, The Summoning will be featured in https://fkbt.com/2021/02/17/free-discounted-kindle-books-for-wednesday-144/ –
Enjoy your week! Linda
When people ask me how many books I’ve written, I have a hard time answering. First, I can never remember if it is 7 or 8 because I forget to include the book I published myself with Amazon. Second, I’ve written several books that are waiting quietly but impatiently in my computer to be submitted to my publisher. I just checked my Amazon page, and it lists twelve books under my name. Three of these are currently out of print. Long and short, I’ll list only nine. I know you didn’t ask, so I’ll keep it brief.
Life for Sale, my latest is book two in the Tomorrow’s Angels series/ Mayfair Electronics has created life, but four of their humanlike androids have escaped. When one of them malfunctions, people start to die. The hero and heroine must stop the killer robot to save themselves and the next victim. Set aboard a cruise ship.
Love for Sale is book one in the Tomorrow’s Angels series. Recently divorced, March Morgan had given up on love until she sees the ad promising the perfect lover. Mayfair Electronics offers humanlike androids that can pass for human, with human feelings. Wouldn’t you fall in love your with your dream mate, lover, programmed to love only you? Set in Houston, TX
Sinners’ Opera, the first book I wrote but only published in late 2019, is the book of my heart. Morgan D’Arcy is an English lord, a renowned concert pianist and a vampire. He has everything except what he most desires…Isabeau. Sinners’ Opera is a dark story of love and obsession. It was a finalist in the Raven Awards last year. Set in Charleston, SC
Morgan D’Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody is an anthology of Morgan stories—his loves over the centuries. This book won the Raven Award in Best Anthology.
Gambler’s Choice is my book for horse lovers. Austen Heath has the title, heritage and manor house…but not the fortune. Becca is wealthy. Her charms are irresistible, but he believes she’s shopping for a Ladyship to go with her money. He has another reason to hold the sexy blonde at arms’ length—the unexplained disappearance of an old friend everyone thinks was his lover. When her body is discovered on his property, he becomes a murder suspect. Set in Somerset, England.
The Summoning is the book I published through Amazon. A witch, unaware she’s a witch, summons a powerful ancient god. Heather and Eyrael are soon tangled in a web of deceit and danger. A war between gods is waging. Eryael and his brother Sofiel are battling to become the ruling deity of the Arawak tribe. The evil young Shaman uses his power for Sofiel. Heather must learn to wield her powers to aid Eryael before it’s too late. Set in Jamaica. A Night Owl Reviews Top Pick.
Her General in Gray is a contemporary sweet romance in novella length. A Northern lass buys a beautiful plantation in the South Carolina Low Country at a song. Small wonder the price was so cheap. It comes complete with its own ghost—a handsome Confederate general. The stage is set for another Civil War.
All my books are available at Amazon and other popular on-line booksellers.
**See I forgot Gylded Wings about the most famous angel of all.
You can find me at:
Web Site: http://www.lindanightingale.com
Happy Friday and Happy Thanksgiving!
Today, my new sci-fi romance Life for Sale, has been released by The Wild Rose Press! I’m very excited because Life for Sale is the sequel to Love for Sale. This week, I will be hopping all over. Here are the links for my virtual book tour: Enter the Rafflecopter for a chance to win a $25 Gift Card.
Mayfair Electronics has created life.
But four of their Special Editions—sentient androids indistinguishable from human—have escaped. Rebel, Christian Aguillard and his owner, March, are on the run, but they have a bigger problem than his creator’s plan to destroy him. They’ve discoveredthat one of the renegades has suffered a dangerous malfunction, threatening them with more than just exposure.
Trapped on a cruise ship in the middle of the Atlantic, March and Christian must stop the insane robot before someone else dies. All the evidence points to March being the killer’s next victim.
Life for Sale – https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08D2Z5XLC
To celebrate, Love for Sale is on sale for a limited time for only $.99! Start the series for less than a dollar!
Sinners’ Opera is a finalist in the Raven Awards. Thanks to all who voted in the Semi-finals to help it make it to the finals. Voting has begun in the finals, and I’d really, really appreciate your vote. Here’s the link:
Thanks in advance, my wonderful peeps.
Oh, and Life for Sale is now on order on Amazon at:
I just learned that Sinners’ Opera is in the semi-finals of the Raven Awards. I’d certainly like for the book of my heart to win. Please, please vote at http://uncagedbooks.com/raven-awards-voting-1/
Here’s a tweet if you would share: https://twitter.com/LNightingale/status/1277256772823154692
The Highwayman, along with The White Cliffs of Dover by Alice Duer Miller, are my favorite poems. I’ve included the entirety of the poem. I wrote a story in humble homage to this epic, and have sent it to my editor for a new anthology of the unearthly. My story Gypsy Ribbons is a ghost story about a lady and a highwayman.
Here is a bit of Gypsy Ribbons:
Hooves clattered in the darkened courtyard. Sparks shot from the stallion’s iron shoes as he slid to a halt, climbing the air in a full rear. Aidan leapt from the saddle, his red velvet cloak billowing in a bitter gust. The flamboyant cape was a slap in the face of the authorities. His smile faded as a dark premonition crawled down his backbone. He squared his jaw, ignoring superstition and the chilling call of his Irish blood. Silence ebbed and flowed like the tide of clouds washing over the moon.
Darby Manor was shuttered and barred, but Aidan knew who waited alone in a big, soft bed. His heart quickened as a bolt of desire shot through him. His love would be in her pristine white nightdress, often sacrificed to their passion along with his clothes. The thought heated him, but he had an assignation with a royal coach before dawn. Excitement glazed his skin as the scent of heather blew on him. Bloody cold night. Yet he was glad clouds hid the moon. Darkness made his job easier. He rested his whip on the cobbles and leaned on the hilt. Wind screamed around the corner of the house, whistling a lament. He hated this place. The house itself seemed to resent any intrusion.
Even the recent return of Lady Victoria Darby.
A month ago, she’d arrived in a handsome carriage on a sunny November Sunday. Since the house had been deserted for some time, Aidan was in the parkland grazing his horse before returning to the inn that was his home. He robbed the King’s Highway and lived with other brigands, but he didn’t liken himself to those cutthroats and thieves. Still, when he glanced at Darby Manor, even in daylight, shivers chased down his spine. The beautiful Lady Darby disembarked in all her finery. A blue satin dress caught the golden afternoon sun, flashing a myriad of iridescent colors. She turned, and his breath caught, but his heart leapt into a gallop. Why was there no battery of servants? Had she hurried to the country unaccompanied except for the woman bustling along in front of her?
He’d heard rumors that Lady Darby was willful and reckless. Perhaps, she’d given society the slip and escaped to the Manor with only her lady’s maid for company. The servants summoned from the village were long gone by nightfall. Darby Manor had a reputation for being haunted. Most locals believed that when the ghost sighed at the door, someone close to you was going to die. Personally, he didn’t hold with these old wives’ tales, but he had to admit the manor was a forbidding place.
A light snow began to fall, snapping Aidan’s attention back to the present. He turned up his collar against the silken mist and dusted a few flakes off his red velvet shoulders. As Lady Luck would have it, Virginia Darby had escaped the London Season and her husband. She was reckless and willful, and here he was on a winter’s night whistling a whippoorwill call beneath the Lady’s window If he were William Darby, he wouldn’t let his wife run wild on the wilder Yorkshire moors.
Goliath snorted, dancing on the slick stones. Gooseflesh prickled Aidan’s arms. The hair at his nape quivered. He tensed, his hand on his sword. I’m being watched. The feeling shuddered over him so hard he felt his insides shake. Whipping his weapon from the scabbard, he whirled. Naught but shadows fleeing from a shaft of moonlight. He shrugged deeper in his cloak and whispered a laugh.
This, at last, is The Highwayman:
This week I’m taking part in the Weekend Writing Warriors Snippet Sunday. Lots of authors and great snippets!
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From my WIP – A little background: Life on Earth has become a living hell. Luc Byrd discovers a time-continuum portal that transports her to paradise, a Dionysian world peopled by centaurs.
We might have worshiped the invaders as gods. The One God, when he was amongst us, had walked upright on two legs. Our scriptures foretold their coming, but not the cruelty and brutality with which they greeted us. Their weapons belched fire and thunder, and my people fell. On a crimson tide, Man flooded our quiet valleys.
We were defenseless. For centuries, the Andalos had been a peaceful herd. The One God had persuaded my ancestors to put away our arms–the Days of the Sword now belonging to legend.
If you’ve stayed with me this far, here’s the remainder of the Prologue:
I had reached six-and-twenty years and had never even seen the weapons we’d used in wars with other Breeds. Long ago, the battle movements—piaffe, passage, capriole, levade, and courbette—had evolved into ceremonial dances.
For many years, the war between Man and the Centaur has raged. Locusts, wave after wave, they came on their ridiculous two legs. Centaurs they call us all, after some mythological creature on Earth. If this half-human/half-horse ever existed, I imagine they hunted them down and killed them from greed. Here on our planet, they pointed their wicked sticks and left behind the stench of death and destruction. I began this account when I was free and a warrior, but the story and my life dissolved when I became a captive.
If this narrative has a bitter flavor, it is only a remembered one, merely an after-taste of blood and ashes.
Never doubt that love is mightier than the sword.