My favorite of the heroes in my books is probably Morgan. He is charming, svelte, and handsome. What’s not to like? He’s a vampire. What’s that little tidbit amongst friends?
I started writing Sinner’s Opera, the book of my heart and Morgan’s first starring role, in 1992. I’d then titled my masterpiece of wonderment The Vampyre Effect because, in my vampire mythos, they are viral mutations of human DNA. The blood-borne pathogens, transferred in a ritual blood exchange, attack the nucleus of the cell, making mortals immortal overnight.
This first book grew to over 1,000 pages. Like a good reporter, I followed by subject everywhere but the bathroom! Then I waited outside. (Kidding, vampires don’t go to the loo). So, sadly, I had to trim the less exciting details from the book to bring it down to publishing size. Sinner’s Opera was published in 2014.
Today!!! Morgan D’Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody is being released by The Wild Rose Press. Did I mention I love my editor? It’s from the Black Rose Line and is available at the usual channels, including TWRP website. Rhapsody is a collection of short stories and a novella, detailing Morgan’s journey through the centuries in search of the woman of his dreams.
Morgan D’Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody
By Linda Nightingale
From The Wild Rose Press
Cover Artist: Debbie Taylor
Editor: Callie Lynn Wolfe
A titled lord, concert pianist, and … vampire, Morgan D’Arcy has everything he wants…except what he most desires…the woman of his dreams—the search is on.
Blurb: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
Art is passion.
Each of us, at some time, wishes to stand naked in passion’s temple and face deepest, darkest desire—to be an innocent victim to lust. I knew all about lust. Lust. Bloodlust. In the ecstasy of the Kiss and the rapture of the kill, the two fused.
I glided to the sofa, perching on the arm. Mischief whispered in my ear.
My friend Lucien, head of the Council that governed the Vampyre, would be livid if I endangered our secret. I might even be punished. So what? For a long time now, I’d faithfully toed the line, giving the powers that be no reason to slap my hand. No one was likely to nominate me for sainthood, and I was tired of being a good man. Envisioning an outraged Lucien crumpling the newspaper, I laughed aloud. For days, I hadn’t laughed. I was still chuckling when I dashed off a Men Seeking Women romance ad.
Vampires were no longer monsters, but fine seducers, purveyors of passion. Victims abounded. As I sampled the replies, I was disappointed and left fifty beautiful women disappointed as well, thinking me another nut not a vampire.
I failed to find the thrilling vintage I sought and forgot about the ad.
“Hello, darlin’.” Her voice was lazy, honey-sweet and sensual. “You look like you could use some company.”
I took a deep breath of the vintage I had sought. “I could.”
“You got it.” Manicured red nails dug into my shoulders. “I’ve been waiting for you all my life.”
A first-class, round-trip ticket to the Turks and Caicos Islands dropped on the keyboard. Another fell beside it. One of the tickets was issued to Morgan Gabriel D'Arcy, the other to Fiona Allman. I had to admire her style, but she couldn’t have come from the ad. Names and addresses weren’t given.
Fiona was the given.
“What you waiting for? Your bags are packed. We’re leaving on a jet plane.” The enticing voice grew darker, duskier. “To sunshine. No more of this fricking rain.”
“Fiona, I presume.”
“It’s me, darlin’, the one you’ve been waiting for.” Soft, warm lips caressed my cheek, her fingers working magic on the tense muscles in my neck.
The scents of rain-perfumed skin, Italian leather, and blood laced with single malt whiskey teased my six senses. I hadn’t fed in nights. The craving wrenched my stomach. Saliva broke beneath my tongue. Her fingers stroking my neck awoke another, totally sexual desire. I threw back my head and laughed. I was in trouble. At last!
She smoothed the hair back from my forehead. “Come on, pretty baby, get up. We don’t have much time. Heathrow’s a good hour’s drive from here.”
“I can’t go,” I said, not believing my own lie. I always did exactly as I pleased. “CD to cut.”
The throaty laugh was as sensual as her touch. “I’ve checked your schedule. No personal appearances. These poor bastards will wait until Lord D’Arcy returns. They have to. You are the show.”
“How did you find me?” I liked the way she stroked my libido. An image of taking her on the piano heated my blood. “How did you know my name? And my schedule.”
“Does it matter?” She tucked my hair behind my ear and sucked the lobe into her mouth. “I want you to shaft my brains out.” (last sentence rewritten to bring to PG-17)
“Anytime.” I was ready. Desire throbbed, hot, taut in my belly...
It didn’t matter how, only that she had found me.
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 won several writing awards, including the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award and the SARA. She has two wonderful sons, is a retired legal assistant, member of the Houston Symphony League, and enjoys events with her car club (in her snazzy convertible). She owns a piano she can’t play without the remote(it has a player system). She loves to dress up and host formal dinner parties.
Web Site: http://www.lindanightingale.com – Visit and look around. There’s a free continuing vampire story.
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Other Reads by Linda Nightingale:
Gemini Rising – Controversial Dark Fantasy with deep psychological undertones