Let's listen to A Vampyre Rhapsody on #Thursday13 @Linda Nightingale

 About  #MFRWauthor  Linda Nightingale

I was born in South Carolina, have lived in England, Canada, Miami, Atlanta and now Houston. I’ve seen a lot of this country from the windshield of a truck pulling a horse trailer, having bred, trained and showed Andalusian horses for thirteen years.
With Cardinal Desires, a vampire paranormal to be released in 2013 by Double Dragon Publishing, I won the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award. I retired from the legal field and have two wonderful sons. My passions are Andalusian and Lusitano horses, my snappy little sports car and my parlor grand piano.


          Morgan D'Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody
          

             Genre: Paranormal Romance 
             Publisher: The Wild Rose Press 

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?  
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13 Sentences from Morgan D’Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody, a collection of short stories 

1     Devil’s Waltz:

a.       “At midnight, Lucien St. Albans had arrived with shocking news—there was no such thing as forever.” This sentence refers to the Vampyre’s immortality, which is now being threatened.

b.       “Beauty won battles that charm alone lost.”

c.        “At times, Amber looked as if she’d dissect me, given the chance.“

d.      “Her death washed through me on wave after wave, and I trembled in bliss.”

      Night Moves:

a.        “It was the night for a kill, and need burned in me—fever hot.”  Morgan is going hunting!

b.      “Perhaps, you’d like to try a cross?  Or a stake?”  I laughed, tossing the bullet at her.”

c.       “Beware those who walk the Battery late at night.  That stately old mansion with its face turned away from the sea, the beautiful one with a Greek portico, has dark secrets.”

      Sunrise, Sunset:

a.       “You wish I'd come to your window, deep in the heart of night, and call you from your bed.” (Morgan places a romance ad and finds an unexpected result.)

b.       ”Boredom had caught me at the bottom of a bleak winter evening, and boredom in my hands was a time bomb that would explode.The question was merely where and when.”  

c.        ”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.” (Isn’t this true? Let me know your thoughts)

      Intermezzo:

a.        “Touching my piano was like fondling my mistress.”

b.      “I admire your taste in relatives, Mr. Thomas.” I extended my hand. (Morgan finds an ally in a deadly game—a pretty lawyer)

c.      “I thought my son would be born a bastard.  Now, he’ll be an aristocratic bastard like his dad.”

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#MFRWauthor Book Spotlight: The Moonlight Market @AideeLadnier

Aidee Ladnier announces the release of  The Moonlight Market, an Erotic GLBT Fantasy

Paranormal from Loose Id on 8/16/2016.

College senior Cory Long tracked his missing sister to the magical Moonlight Market to bring her home. Instead, he found a disorienting world of performers and hawkers, bizarre sights and sounds, and one very familiar showman, Sanderson Beets. Like a drowning man, he latched onto Sanderson, trusting him to navigate the twists and turns of the Market as unerringly as he had steered Cory to passion in their furtive trysts on campus.

Sanderson Beets had escaped the Moonlight Market to attend college, hoping to settle into a normal life, maybe meet someone and fall in love. To obtain that new life he made a dangerous bargain. And when the sinister woman known as the Weaver of Dreams is involved, second chances always come with strings attached…and sacrifices. Sanderson’s debt has come due, and the only payment he has to offer is Cory, and their chance at a relationship.

Second chances always come with strings attached...and sacrifices. Sanderson’s debt has come due, and the only payment he has to offer is Cory, and their chance at a relationship. BUY LINK

"This was such an intriguing story and I wasn't altogether sure what to expect. It had a bit of a Rumpelstiltskin feel to it and was such an easy read to try to breeze through if left uninterrupted. I enjoyed it immensely."" --n1ghtOwl, Amazon reviewer

"I would happily recommend this book to anyone who like M/M romance with a little bit of angst, a plot full of mystery and two hot guys!"" --Anna E., Amazon reviewer

EXCERPT
Cory inhaled the heavy air and coughed, the smoke from the fire and the steam from the calliope mixing with the smells of fried food and strange spices. His eyes burned, and he pushed under his glasses to rub at them. He fished his phone out of his pocket. With a sinking feeling, he watched the display die with the last of his battery’s charge. He should have plugged it in during his drive.
“See the wonders.
Experience the thrills under cover of darkness.
Fun for children of all ages.
Fri & Sat night only.
Visit Kindle Bay’s Moonlight Market.
Have an adventure.”
The flyer had stated that the Market would begin Friday night and close at Saturday’s sunrise before opening again at sundown. He’d only been here a few hours, but the crutch of the digital clock on his phone had been a comfort. Now how would he know how long he had?
Poe’s face stared up at him from the photo, her sad expression tugging at him. He would find her. He had to find her. Cory returned the picture to his shirt pocket and shoved the useless phone into his jeans. He was startled when the raucous calliope music died midnote.
“Ladies and gentlemen.”
A commanding voice trumpeted over the noise of the crowd. Steam billowed from the muted calliope, and Cory’s gaze was drawn to the hazy shape of a tall figure obscured within the dense, swirling cloud. After a moment, the coalescing form emerged, revealing itself as a young barker who sprang to perch atop a crate in front of a green-patterned performance tent. His top hat brushed the silver tassels hanging from the tent, and he doffed it, bowing low to the audience.
“Ladies and gentlemen, don’t let hotheaded women turn your heads. Step this way to see the real wonders of the human body.”
The barker’s close-cropped blond hair glinted with perspiration. It glowed in the bright lights that burned away the shadows along the Moonlight Market. His long-tailed jacket, wrinkled by the steam, covered his bare, muscled chest and matched his silvery pants. His dimpled smile promised mischief as he gestured with his top hat, arms flung wide to embrace the crowd.
Cory’s breath caught, trapped in his throat.
It was Sanderson.
It was Sanderson, but not the nice, sexy guy from college.
This creature was something preternatural and beautiful.

ABOUT Author Aidee Ladnier
Aidee, an award-winning author of speculative fiction, began writing at twelve years old but took a hiatus to be a magician’s assistant, ride in hot air balloons, produce independent movies, collect interesting shoes, and amass a secret file with the CIA. A lover of genre fiction, it has been a lifelong dream of Aidee's to write both romance and erotica with a little science fiction, fantasy, mystery, or the paranormal thrown in to add a zing.
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Book Bundle Spotlight: SCANDALOUSLY YOURS by #MFRWauthors

Scandalously Yours

Through the ages, where there has been society there have always been norms and, conversely, scandals when love gets in the way of propriety, and love prevails over social mores of the times.

From the ancient Celts to medieval Cornwall, from Regency and Victorian England to the American west after the War Between the States, eight stories by multi-published, bestselling authors explore the triumphs of love between a man and a woman—even scandalous love—over what’s considered “proper” in their time. " "Through the ages, where there has been society there have always been norms and, conversely, scandals when love gets in the way of propriety, and love prevails over social mores of the times.

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EXCERPT
Chapter One
Early October 1866, Central Missouri
Rachel Conroy’s hand trembled as she shoved the gunnysack across the bank counter. She jerked a quick glance at the big clock on the wall. The Diamond Bluff bank closed in one minute. Nightfall had finally approached. Thank goodness the cobblestone streets of the German settlement were quiet now—the reason she’d chosen this time of day to execute her plan.
Still, she was literally risking her blasted neck. But sakes alive, what other choice had there been?
She gripped the cold gun, peered over the cloth stretched across her nose and cheeks, and drew in a shaky breath. “Everything in the drawer, mister. Coins, gold, silver, paper. Whatever you’ve got. And do it pronto or you’ll be seein’ your maker before you can holler howdy.”
She held her gaze steady and studied the teller. He stiffened behind the counter, his head lowered beneath a wide-brimmed felt hat. Honey-toned hair fell in a thick, straight mass to his brawny shoulders. By golly, she had to admit they were nice shoulders. The kind a woman could hang on to in the throes of passion, the kind that would bunch beneath her fingers when he thrust into her center. Her palms started to itch. She suddenly imagined reaching through the iron bars and tipping up his chin so she could see his face. She wanted to look into his eyes and have him tell her everything was going to be all right, that he would—
She shook her head to rid her mind of the stupid thoughts.
Hellfire and damnation, Rachel. Have you lost your cotton-pickin’ mind?
Well, she was robbing a bank. That certainly qualified her as barmy. But dang it all to hell, she couldn’t afford to slip into the coddling arms of her wild imagination, not in the middle of a cussed hold-up of all things.
He continued to keep his head downcast—or maybe if he was smart he stood motionless with fear, aware a burglary ensued. Her attention moved to the book he had his nose buried in. She took one step closer. A quick glance at the fancy script across the top of the page read, “Winemaking.”
Winemaking? Now that’s one convoluted banker to be reading about grapes of all things, and while piles of loot surrounded him.
She gave a mental shrug and blinked. Pay attention, you idiot. Rachel wagged the gun back and forth, nearly clanking it against the bars. “Did you hear me, pal? I said everything. Now.”
The clock ticked mockingly.
Gaddurn it, she wished he’d raise his head.
She waited for what seemed like danged eons, longing to glimpse the eyes and peer into the soul of her victim, to see that he paid for his association with the bank owner, that bastard Heinrich Finster.
When he continued to disregard her, she cleared her throat. “You keep ignorin’ me, you swine, that book’ll be blown to smithereens right along with your skull.”
At last his gaze rose slowly. Ah, here we go. She swallowed a lump and planted her feet apart, steadying the weapon for the action to come.
With an arrogant jerk of his head, he swung the longer strands of hair behind his broad shoulders. A familiar straight nose and strong, square jaw became visible. Rachel sucked in a faint breath, making the kerchief quiver over her mouth. Drat. It was the newcomer in town. She didn’t know his name, but she was certain it was him due to his usual conceit—he’d never seemed to notice her, moving in that swagger of his from the livery to the general store to the locksmith as if he owned this entire hellhole excuse for a town. As if everyone, and most especially Rachel, were beneath him.
Or didn’t exist at all.
Hmph. Yeah that was probably what he’d thoughtuntil now, until her weapon looked as real to him as a rattler staring him right in that handsome face of his.
She released a breath of relief. It was really a good thing. Since he’d never laid eyes on her before now, he wouldn’t recognize her. Feeling secure behind her disguise for the first time since donning it fifteen minutes ago, she allowed her gaze to scan his face, noting how it fit with his burly body. Lordy, but she’d never seen him this close up before. Her stomach did a flip as she studied the well-put-together features and big presence that made her feel dwarfed. No, make that womanly. Her face warmed at that surprising thought, but she didn’t have time to examine her silly-girl reactions. The visual path of his gaze traveled up the length of the gun, then along her arm and briefly settled on her chest. She stiffened, shivered. Though she’d bound her breasts flat, her nipples tingled at that quick brush, and she became starkly aware of her femininity beneath the lad’s garb.