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Morgan D\u2019Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody<\/p>\nMorgan D\u2019Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody<\/p>\n
By Linda Nightingale<\/p>\n
From The Wild Rose Press<\/p>\n
Cover Artist:\u00a0 Debbie Taylor<\/p>\n
Editor:\u00a0 Callie Lynn Wolfe<\/p>\n
Tagline:\u00a0\u00a0 A titled lord, concert pianist, and \u2026 vampire, Morgan D\u2019Arcy has everything he wants\u2026except what he most desires\u2026the woman of his dreams\u2014the search is on.<\/p>\n
Rating:\u00a0 Spicy<\/p>\n
Digital Price:\u00a0 $3.99<\/p>\n
Print Price:\u00a0 $13.99<\/p>\n
Blurb<\/strong>:<\/p>\n 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\u2019t they grand?<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026Morgan\u2026is a tour de force of egotism, wit, sensuality, and talent\u2026\u201d<\/em> ~Author Toni V. Sweeney<\/p>\n \u201cMorgan D\u2019Arcy is a class act and the most arresting vampire I\u2019ve ever encountered in literature or films.\u201d<\/em> ~ Historical and Paranormal Romance Author Beth Trissel<\/p>\n Excerpt:<\/strong><\/p>\n on me, Morgan, and make me forget everything.\u00a0 Including you.\u201d<\/p>\n I didn\u2019t want to make Ellen forget.\u00a0 Finally, I\u2019d found someone who believed that I was a different species, accepted the fact, and still cared for me. Sadness crept down my rigid spine on a chill.<\/p>\n \u201cI know you can.\u201d\u00a0 Tears in her eyes, she touched my mouth.\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s what I want.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI received an email today from Charleston.\u201d\u00a0 Lucien sounded weary, as sad as I felt and Ellen looked.\u00a0 \u201cYou can return to South Carolina.\u00a0 If that\u2019s what you want.\u201d<\/p>\n My heart leapt into my throat.\u00a0 Going back to Charleston, winning Isabeau was what I\u2019d dreamed every night for six months.\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cCan we expect you at the wedding?\u201d<\/p>\n Ellen roused to frown up at me.\u00a0 \u201cWhat wedding?\u201d<\/p>\n With the back of my hand, I caressed her cheek.\u00a0 \u201cMine.\u201d<\/p>\n She made a pitiful grimace, but mischief sparkled in her eyes.\u00a0 \u201cI thought my son would be born a bastard.\u00a0 Now, he\u2019ll be an aristocratic bastard like his dad.\u201d<\/p>\n Over her shoulder, I met Lucien\u2019s gaze.\u00a0 The Chief Councilor arched a brow and simply stared at me for several heartbeats.\u00a0 A question burned in the depths of his black eyes.\u00a0 He awaited a decision I wasn\u2019t prepared to give\u2014even to myself.\u00a0 My old friend indicated Ellen with a nod of his head.\u00a0 She\u2019s not pregnant.\u00a0 <\/em>As if I didn\u2019t know.\u00a0 He strode to the rail, staring at Margo\u2019s corpse.\u00a0 The red heat sizzling along my skin sparkled in his aura.\u00a0 A brilliant halo engulfed the body.\u00a0 The remains of Margo St. Johns glowed, wavered like heat rising from hot tarmac and vanished in an explosion of crimson light.<\/p>\n I freed Ellen from my embrace.\u00a0 \u201cI must help Lucien dispose of the bodies before the police arrive and ask questions difficult to answer.\u201d<\/p>\n She shook her head, a fingertip caressing my lower lip.\u00a0 \u201cYou need to stay with me\u2026until you make me forget.\u201d<\/p>\n I bent to whisper a kiss to her lips.\u00a0 \u201cEllen, never doubt that I love you.\u201d<\/p>\n A tear drizzled down her cheek.\u00a0 \u201cMake me forget.\u00a0 It\u2019s better that way.\u00a0 As I said, it\u2019s what I want.\u00a0 And what you obviously need.\u201d<\/p>\n Closing her eyes, she waited.<\/p>\n \u201cI can manage,\u201d Lucien called.<\/p>\n A night bird sang a lonely song.\u00a0 I rested my hand on Ellen\u2019s forehead, easing her into a deep sleep.\u00a0 As she collapsed, I caught her to me.\u00a0 Pain welled in my heart.\u00a0 Twice in six months, I\u2019d been forced to give up a woman I loved.\u00a0 Dum Spiro Spero<\/em>.\u00a0\u00a0 While I breathe, I hope, and hope had offered me another chance to win Isabeau.<\/p>\n Dreams misted my eyes as I carried Ellen to the car.\u00a0 She slept on the journey home.\u00a0 I strode up the stairs and into her bedroom with my lovely accomplice and lover.\u00a0 Gently, I lay her on the bed.\u00a0 She breathed slowly and deeply, remaining motionless as I invaded her thoughts and erased every memory of me, the existence of vampires and the catastrophe at the docks.\u00a0 Mission accomplished, I stood staring at her.\u00a0 Ellen had forgotten our intermezzo.\u00a0 I never would.<\/p>\n Isabeau, where are you tonight?\u00a0 Do you ever think of me?<\/em><\/p>\n With a mental flick of the wrist, I locked Ellen\u2019s front door.\u00a0 Some of the bounce returned to my step as I descended the stairs.\u00a0 I refused to allow it to end this way.\u00a0 On the sidewalk, I halted, heedless of the mist collecting on my hair and clothes.\u00a0 The me <\/em>I\u2019d lost returned on a rush.\u00a0 I smiled, for the first time in what seemed forever, actually looking forward to tomorrow night.\u00a0 At sunset on a Sunday, I\u2019d drive to Royal Oak and enjoy a few peaceful days in the country.\u00a0 Soon, I\u2019d return to Charleston.\u00a0 Isabeau must relent and love me again.\u00a0 She was my destiny.<\/p>\n And I hers.<\/em><\/p>\n Buy Link:\u00a0 Morgan D\u2019Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n Born in South Carolina, Linda has lived in England, Canada, Miami, Ft. Lauderdale, Atlanta and Houston.\u00a0 She\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n Linda has won several writing awards, including the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award.\u00a0\u00a0 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.\u00a0 Among her favorite things are her two marvelous sons, a snazzy black convertible, and her parlor grand piano.\u00a0 She loves to dress up and host formal dinner parties.<\/p>\n Twitter:\u00a0 https:\/\/twitter.com\/LNightingale<\/a> – @Lnightingale<\/p>\n Facebook:\u00a0 https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/LindaNightingaleAuthor<\/a><\/p>\n Web Site:\u00a0 http:\/\/www.lindanightingale.com<\/a> \u2013 Visit and look around. 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