I’m thrilled to share a new release by Linda Nightingale! Have I mentioned that I love a good vampire romance? Oh, yes! And don’t forget to check out the book trailer at the end. Beautiful! Be warned, dear readers…the excerpt is hot! Let me have Linda take over and give you all the sizzling details about Morgan D’Arcy…
Show Some Love…To a Vampire
Today is Release Day for a collection of short stories and a novella that I’ve been waiting a long time to see in print. I am delighted that The Wild Rose Press published Morgan D’Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody. Morgan came into existence in all his glory in 1992 on an Andalusian horse farm in South Carolina. I LOVE horses and spent many years breeding and showing my darlings. My favorite was my stallion Bonito, a twice National Champion Stallion.
But I digress.
I read a book about vampires and decided ‘I can do that’. Morgan was born. I gave him everything except what he most wants … the woman of his dreams, Isabeau. You will meet her briefly in the pages of Rhapsody. The book went through many name changes, from Devil’s Waltz to Vampyre Interlude (which is the name of my free, continuing story of Morgan on my website, listed below. Between reading the book and having my book, Sinner’s Opera, published, much time would elapse—like twenty-plus years. These stories were written in the interim to give me my Morgan fix.
The greatest enemy of a vampire is boredom. Four centuries of existence have taught Lord Morgan Gabriel D’Arcy to fear nothing and no one. Humans and their weapons have little chance against his preternatural speed and arcane powers. Vampires are viral mutations of human DNA. Still, the Vampyre code requires secrecy, and he has learned to hide his nature from the world. The lure of mortality, of a life in the sun, puts Morgan again and again at the mercy of calculating human women though they fail to consider his charm and determination into the equation. However, even grooming a future bride from infancy proves to be fraught with heartbreak. And second chances are not always what they seem unless… you are Morgan. Immortality and beauty, aren’t they grand?
“…Morgan…is a tour de force of egotism, wit, sensuality, and talent…” ~Author Toni V. Sweeney
“Morgan D’Arcy is a class act and the most arresting vampire I’ve ever encountered in literature or films.” ~ Historical and Paranormal Romance Author Beth Trissel
Mischief overcame me. “Vampires,” I kissed the word, trying to shock her. “Have a static aura.”
“One night you said that your victim experiences…” Her voice was low, throaty, and lusty.
“Intense pleasure.” I brushed my lips to the back of her neck, and a sigh escaped her.
“Kiss me.” She hugged herself, her tight bodice hinting at cleavage. “I long to feel that pleasure.”
Expectancy sizzled in the inches separating us. A shudder of pure desire leapt over me. Passion smoked in Amber’s eyes. She cradled my chin between index finger and thumb. I reached behind her, freeing her hair. Red silk drowned my hands. I sifted the gleaming strands through my fingers. She was asking me to take her, and ód’s Teeth, I yearned to sink my fangs into her throat and shaft her until she released on a cry.
The tip of her pink tongue wisped over her lower lip. I stared at her beautiful mouth, her sensual expression achieving the effect she intended. My cock flexed hard. The dusky scent of her arousal ratcheted tension to breaking point. I needed Amber for more than sex. Taking her blood might bind her to me—or terrify her into leaving. She had accepted me, was working with me, but our fragile relationship balanced on a shilling.
I freed my face and kissed her hand to soften the blow then shook my head. “No.”
She lurched to her feet. “Why do you refuse? I know you find me attractive. You feel the magnetism between us.”
I glided upright in one svelte move, and fear darted across her face. “When we are farther along the path of discovery, perhaps. We can’t allow anything to cloud our focus now.”
Her breasts heaved with rapid, angry breaths. “You would wag pleasure before me like a carrot tempting a stubborn horse?”
I arched a brow, chastising her for the dramatics. For several thudding heartbeats, she held my gaze before looking away. Without another word, I drifted to the hearth, my swift departure vampire light and soundless. In no uncertain terms, Amber must know the manner of man she tempted. Behind me, I heard a soft gasp. If I enjoyed her fear and her angry, was I a monster? The clock ticked a couple of seconds. How familiar the heavy mortal footsteps chasing me and immortality! She would now offer anything in an attempt to change my mind.
Delicate hands gripped my shoulders with startling strength. “Face me, Morgan, and tell me you don’t want to share pleasure with me.”
I shrugged. “I promised not to lie.”
“You are heartless,” she breathed into my hair, her succulent body molded to my back. “I don’t understand.”
Eyes dangerous scarlet, fangs bared, I whirled and seized her wrists. “Dr. Wolfe, it is unwise to tempt a vampire.”
“Oh my God,” she retreated to the end of her tether.
“I won’t harm you.” I released her hands. “Shall we drop the subject?”
Amber glared at me, the stubborn set of her jaw and hard line of her mouth answering my question. Her emotions buffeted me. Some night soon, I would have to venture into the fire. I could walk away unscathed. She could not. Amber was falling in love with her science project.
“I’m offering you my body and my blood. Can you still refuse?” In a slow gesture, she traced the top of her bodice with a fingertip.
“Both create a bond I’d prefer not exist at this point.”
Amber flung her hands up, closed her eyes and shook her head. “I am a means to an end for you. Nothing more.”
“Nothing could be farther from the truth.” As I sank down on the sofa, I lifted her onto my lap and kissed her tenderly.
She thrust her tongue into my mouth, exploring my fangs. The erotic plunge and retreat was like sex. My heart stopped, but my damn tarse rose to the occasion. One by one, she unbuttoned my shirt with determined precision, her warm hand stroking my chest. Her fingers slipped into my hair. Cradling my head, she opened her mouth over mine. The deadly sharp incisors pierced her tongue. Blood flavored the devouring kisses.
She shrugged back in the support of my arms. “Why not take me to your bed?”
“Amber.” I appeared on my feet, holding her at arms’ length. “Don’t you see? I want to be human, to experience humanity, before I engage my emotions.”
“You are lying through your fangs.” She tweaked my ear, stepped into me and rubbed her body against the length of mine.
Buy Link: Morgan D’Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody
Born in South Carolina, Linda has lived in England, Canada, Miami, Ft. Lauderdale, Atlanta and Houston. She’s seen a lot of this country from the windshield of a truck pulling a horse trailer, having bred, trained and showed Andalusian horses for many years.
Linda has won several writing awards, including the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award. She is the mother of two wonderful sons, a retired legal assistant, member of the Houston Symphony League, and enjoys events with her car club. Among her favorite things are her two marvelous sons, a snazzy black convertible, and her parlor grand piano. She loves to dress up and host formal dinner parties.
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Other Reads by Linda Nightingale:
Gemini Rising – Controversial Dark Fantasy with deep psychological undertones