I'm delighted to welcome fellow horselover Linda Nightingale to the Flightdeck again, to celebrate the release of her latest book, a paranormal anthology - can't wait to read it!
Linda Nightingale Bio:
Linda
Nightingale is a native-born South Carolinian who has lived in England and
Canada, and now resides in Texas. Before turning to writing, she bred,
trained and showed Andalusian horses for thirteen years.
In
2012, her novel, Gemini Rising, was
voted Best Mainstream Novel in the Preditors & Editors Readers Poll. Her
vampire romance, Cardinal Desires won
the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award in 2013, and that was followed by
her science fiction romance, Love for
Sale, being awarded Best SF/Fantasy novel of 2015 by the Paranormal Romance
Guild’s Reviewer’s Choice, and also voted one of the Top Ten Romance Novels of
2015 by the Preditors & Editors Readers Poll for that year.
Four by Moonlight
is her first novel for Class Act Books.
An anthology of love in the
moonlight…in the paranormal universe.
Gypsy
Ribbons – A moonlight ride on the moors and meeting a notorious highwayman will
forever change Lady Virginia Darby’s life.
Star
Angel – Lucy was stuck in a rut and in an Idaho potato patch. She’d seen him in
the corner of her eye—a fleeting glimpse of beauty—now he stood before her in
the flesh.
The
Night Before Doomsday – All his brothers had succumbed to lust, but Azazel
resisted temptation until the wrong woman came along.
The Gate
Keeper’s Cottage – Newlywed Meggie Richelieu’s mysterious, phantom lover may be
more than anyone, except the plantation housekeeper, suspects.
Excerpt from “Gypsy Ribbons”:
Red eyes watched from the grate
as she slipped into the cold, empty bed. Simon should have been there to warm
her rather than the dying fire. Not pursuing a dangerous dream. Too angry, too
miserable to weep, she tossed and turned. The relief of sleep eluded her.
An icy breath whispered through the
room. Tory snuggled deeper beneath the goose down covers. Had the weather made
up its mind? Was Simon riding in ice and snow? She imagined white flakes in
Goliath’s long black mane and on the highwayman’s plush velvet cloak. Poor
darling, he would be cold. Tory slowly drifted to sleep unrelated thoughts
scrolling in her mind. A soft sound snapped her wide awake. She sat bolt
upright, tugging the covers over the breasts.
The room was iceberg cold. The ghost.
“Not Simon.” She held her breath,
ears stained for the horrifying, otherworldly whisper, a warning of imminent
death. The sound came again, closer. A slow footstep creeping over the old
oaken floor. Tonight, the ghost of Darby Manor wandered its dim corridors.
“No. No.” Tory squeezed her eyes
closed and prayed, forgetting she didn’t believe in ghosts.
The footsteps halted. Tory’s
heart stopped. She started to cover her ears, refusing to hear. The ghost
breathed that heartbreaking sigh at her door.
Shuddering, she slid back under
the layers of down. The warmth had no effect on her shivers. She folded into a
fetal position. I’m no longer alone. Fear
chilled her anew. Though she couldn’t
see clearly in the dim light, she knew her breath puffed white clouds in the
frigid air. Dread sank its wicked claws into her racing heart.
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Links:
Find out more about Linda at:
Twitter: @LNightingale
Thank you for being my guest, Linda, and wishing you much success with your new release.
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