Posts Tagged ‘fantasy’

_MG_00211.    For those who may not know, will you tell us a bit about yourself?

I began writing just after the invention of the wheel—seriously in about 1992 and started on a long journey to publication.  One Christmas, I stripped the tree of its decorations (a silk tree) and left it up all year, decorating it instead with rejection letters.

Now, I live in Texas, don’t have horses and have a piano I can’t play (more on this in another question).  I’m very into sports cars and love my black-on-black convertible.

2.  Will you tell us about your newest release and provide an excerpt?

Gemini Rising is a book about forbidden love.  The tag line is:  Forbidden Love…one man, one woman—one heart, one soul—only together can they be complete.

3.  If your book was turned into a movie, who would you want to play your protagonists?  Johnny Depp could play Alain (Johnny can play anyone!! Did you see him in The Libertine?)GeminiRising3 and maybe Cameron Diaz could be Alina.

4.  What are three quirky facts about you that no one would know or assume otherwise?

In 2008, I jumped into Z3PO (my roadster) and drove 1600 miles in a caravan of Z3’s and Z4’s to Greenville, South Carolina for the last Homecoming (an event welcoming the sports cars manufactured in Greenville back to the plant with many parties I might add).  My aunt flew from Greenville to drive back with me.

I own a baby grand piano I can’t play (my mom gave me piano lessons but I wanted a horse so I learned to play by the finger numbers.  The piano was sold, and I got my first horse.)  Now I wish I could play!  But at least it has a PianoDisc player.

I love licorice and Pellegrino.  I drink bottles of the stuff while I’m writing.  I also eat licorice while I write.  Not at the same time as the Pellegrino.

My male friend and I often drink Mimosas early on a Sunday morning for breakfast (w/o the brunch!)

5.  What wisdom about writing do you wish you could share with fledgling writers?  Don’t try to write for the market. Write each book for yourself—as if it were the book of your heart.  Love your characters.  Accept advice from professionals but don’t lose your voice.

6.  What do you have in store for readers next?  In July, Double Dragon Publishing is releasing Sinners’ Opera starring Morgan D’Arcy, concert pianist, English lord…and vampire.

7.  Where can people find you?



Gemini Rising is available in print and ebook from Amazon or from Double Dragon Publishing.



Book Trailer:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nt3kpBHhc0o


Alain tucked the in-flight magazine into the seat pocket and gazed out the scratched window of the 747.  Distance vanished on clouds fleeing beneath the silver wings, carrying him from a dark-eyed beauty to a fair-haired princess locked in an island castle.  From one life in the sun to a score of problems.

Someone was going to get hurt.

Already he hurt—a low throbbing like a toothache.  If he returned to Portugal, Alina would be devastated.  His father would disown him.  If he picked up his discarded heritage, a part of him would die and Maritza would grieve.  For a time.  He wasn’t vain enough to think the black-haired beauty would die without him.

The choice lay in his hands.

Damn life got complicated when he tried to declare independence from The Keep.  He shifted his long legs cramped beneath the airline seat.  He preferred not to think, but fragments of memory plagued the corners of his eyes.

A vivid picture of Alina supplanted images of recent days drenched white-hot by a Portuguese sun.  His twin’s presence was more corporeal than the woman sitting to his left.  Welcome or not, Alina was there inside him, the mere thought of her a compulsion.  He sensed her anticipation mounting as the miles melted.  Excitement tingled over him.  In self defense, he grasped at a memory of riding the splendid Lusitano stallions.  As he pictured Maritza framed in an arbor of roses, his heart dived.



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I came home from a fun weekend in San Antonio to discover the first review for Wings on Amazon. I am thrilled! And to celebrate, I am giving away a copy of Wings to one commenter on this post. While you are here, please visit my other book pages.

On Wings of Desire-By Bianca Swan April 5, 2013

By Dana Dye

A thrilling and erotic post-apocalyptic tale. Sizzling from page one to page end. Angels and demons gear up for the ultimate showdown and caught in the crosshairs are Gloria, the human whose been seeking an angel and new lover, and Seph the demon who can’t quite fit in to hell’s standards.

Its their journey of discovery and love in the face of death…for all mankind.

Thoroughly enjoyed the story and there was never a dull word much less page. Also wonder if this might not be the start to a fresh new series.

Highly recommend On Wings of Desire.

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Linda Nightingale’s Gemini Rising is #1 in All Other Novels in this year’s poll.  Visit her blog for an excerpt, book video and reviews of this imaginative novel.  Want to tread the farther, forbidden tracks?



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Linda Nightingale’s novella about the Grigori, the angels who fell to lust, has been nominated for Book of 2012.

Please vote of THE NIGHT BEFORE DOOMSDAY!  You don’t have to vote in all categories. Scroll down to Novella.  Paranormal Romance Guild.

The novella is available for $.99 on Amazon.

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Forbidden love…One man…One woman—one heart and one mind—only together can they be complete.   GEMINI RISING, Available from Double Dragon Publishing.


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Linda Nightingale’s dark fantasy, Gemini Rising, was released today by Double Dragon Publishing, Inc.  Visit her blog for the Gemini Rising page with blurb and excerpt!

Blog:  http://lindanightingale.wordpress.com/

Website:  http://lindanightingale.com


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“Variation,” my new novel from The Wild Rose Press isn’t, in spite of its subject matter, a M/M or ménage novel.  Instead, it’s the story of what happens when a very strict, prudish man is partnered with someone whose life is diametrically opposed to his own.

Gabriel Marsh is an Angelus, native of a planet where everyone is so upright and moral they squeak when they walk.  They’re called the “angels of the Galaxy” because they judge everyone by their own high—and totally hypocritical—standards.  Marsh is also a Federation assassin, and needless to say, this is also in direct opposition to his upbringing and has earned him another nickname, the “Dark Angel.”  At six feet eight and built like a California redwood, needless to say, he isn’t much of a hit with the ladies and usually pays for whatever affection he gets.

At the moment, Marsh is between partners but he’s about to be reassigned a new one, thanks to his employer, and what a partner he is!

Aleksandr Karanov is a Terran—and that’s a mark against him sight unseen, because Earthmen are notorious womanizers.  He’s an orphan, having lost his parents in a Russian nuclear meltdown when he was four.  This left him a Federation ward as well as activating the V-gene, enabling him to change sex at will.  Now, Lexei’s a Fed assassin.  A Pocket Apollo (he’s just a few inches over five feet), he’s as deadly as he is pretty and his size as well as his delicate good looks plus his morphing ability cause many men to assume he’s gay.  So Lexei goes out of his way, using women and tossing them aside to prove otherwise.

Marsh wants nothing to do with Lexei, who represents everything he’s been taught to avoid, especially in his treatment of women, but they’re stuck with each other for at least six months, until their current assignment is finished.  And then, Marsh meets Deirdre, Lexei’s Second Persona, and the Dark Angel falls…hard and fast…

It doesn’t matter that Lexei and Deirdre are separate people with their own thoughts, needs, and desires.  All Marsh knows is that he’s in love with a woman who doesn’t really exist, a woman who, in the blink of an eye, can transform into a hard-drinking, drug-using, woman-chasing and extremely deadly man… 

What do you do when the woman of your dreams is the man from your waking life?  Marsh has keeps asking that question but he doesn’t like the answers.


The music led him up two flights of non-escalating stairs to a door in the center of the hallway, a door which, when he tapped the inter-com pad, slowly swung open.  Inside, the music was blasting at near eardrum-puncturing pitch.  How can anyone be inside with that noise and survive? He touched the pad again but there was no sound other than that cacophony.  Suspecting a trick, he stepped to one side, carefully pulled the Winchester TR-27 out of its shoulder holster and pushed the door completely open.

Cautiously, Marsh looked in.  What he saw was unexpected but totally enjoyable.

A pair of softly rounded buttocks and slender white legs. A young woman, back to the door, doing some type of calisthenics. Bemidjian aerobics, if her gyrations were any indication. She appeared to be wearing nothing more than a towel and Marsh wondered how long it would be before her movements caused the tucked velourcloth rectangle to dislodge and end up on the carpet.  He felt a flick of latent lust, wondering if he had enough time to wait and see. There was a headset over her ears and the way she was pausing slightly between each movement told him she was listening to a physical fitness lecture, and that, combined with the loudness of the music, was the reason she hadn’t heard his knock.

Karanov’s girlfriend, he supposed. Okay, so I’m wrong about the kid. Maybe.

She finished the call and tossed the headset onto the counter of the little kitchenette and spun around.  Damp curls bobbing, she was in the middle of a deep stretch making the breasts under the towel rise dangerously, when she saw Marsh standing there, gun in hand.  Immediately, she squealed and fell against the counter.  Scrambling behind it, she stood with arms crossed over her breasts, which were still pretty well covered as far as he could tell.

For just a minute, they stared at each other.

She recovered fast.  Jerking the headset away from her ears, she tossed it on the counter, then touched a button on the control panel set into it. As the music died away, she said, without a quaver, “You must be Marsh, Lexei’s new partner. Come in, shut the door, and put away the hardware. We’re friendly here.”

For a moment, Marsh didn’t understand her.  It wasn’t just the Terro-Russe accent; she was speaking Inglaterre, a form of Terran-English the Federation had declared the official language of the galaxy.  It was something he himself seldom used.  Marsh’s usual locales spoke a diversity of languages and Inglaterre wasn’t one of them.  As he silently obeyed, being careful to duck so he wouldn’t strike his forehead on the doorframe, his opinion of Karanov dropped again. Not only was the little twig questionable, but he was obviously very loose-lipped to his girlfriend.

Variation will be available from The Wild Rose Press, BUY LINK: http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=177_139&products_id=4711

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