Friday, October 18, 2019

Guest post: Sinner's Opera by Linda Nightingale

My guest today is Linda Nightingale talking about her latest release: Sinner's Opera

Tell us a little about yourself:

I’m a mother, a grandmother, a horse lover, a car lover, and adore formal gowns. Oh my, I forgot a dreamer, a writer and an author.  I was a legal assistant all my career and once worked for a Circuit Judge in South Carolina—interesting job.  Having bred, trained and showed Andalusians for many years, I’ve seen a lot of this country from the windshield of a truck towing a horse trailer.  After fourteen years in Texas (I am a big fan of the Lone Star State), I returned to my roots in South Carolina. Also, I’ve lived in England, Miami, Ft. Lauderdale, Canada, and once upon a time almost moved, lock, stock. and barrel to Norway. Me on the half-shell!
PS, missed big fan of the piano.

What do like the most and the least about writing?

I love the writing when my Muse is talking so fast I can’t type quickly enough to get it down.  I dislike reading over galleys a couple of times. I really don’t like the rejection and negative reviews—that sort of thing—because I’m sensitive and my skin is very thin.

Give us a peek into your latest published work?

Sinners’ Opera is the first book I wrote and the book of my heart. My editor at The Wild Rose Press, Callie Lynn Wolfe, of the Black Rose line, helped bunches to make it into a good book. Here is the back of the book blurb:

Morgan D'Arcy is an English lord, a classical pianist, and a vampire. He has everything except what he desires most—Isabeau. As the Angel Gabriel he’s steered her life and career choice, preparing her to become Lady D'Arcy. Many forces oppose Morgan's daring plan—not the least of which is Vampyre law.

Isabeau Gervase is a brilliant geneticist Though she no longer believes in angels, she sees a ticket to a Nobel Prize in Gabriel's secrets—secrets that have led her to a startling conclusion. Gabriel isn't human, and she fully intends to identify the species she named the Angel Genome. Morgan is ready to come back into Isabeau's life, but this time as a man not an angel. Will he outsmart his enemies, protect his beloved and escape death himself? For the first time in eternity, the clock is ticking.
What’s next on the writing horizon for you?

I’m working on the prequel and sequel to Sinners’ Opera. The prequel is Sinners’ Waltz and tells about Morgan’s (Hero) early life and his becoming a vampire. The sequel continues the story of Sinners’ Opera, and is titled Sinners’ Obsession.  The next of my books in my editor’s queue is Life for Sale, the sequel to Love For Sale, a sci-fi romance about sentient, exactly human-like androids sold to the lonely as loving companions.

Is there anything you want to tell readers?   I love you!


The fortuneteller nodded, smiling.  Isabeau cut the deck, placed three neat stacks in the lamplight and sat back, crossing her arms.  The lantern flame danced hypnotically.  Memories teased the corners of Isabeau’s mind.

“Seeker, begin at the left, turn the top card on each stack face up.”  Shadows contoured Nekeya’s face.  “These are your guides—powerful cards.”

Isabeau flipped the first card—King of Spades.  Another flick of the wrist revealed the Queen of Diamonds.  A peculiar reluctance seized her. She hesitated.  Nekeya plucked the last card from the stack beneath Isabeau’s trembling fingers.

“There he is.”  Nekeya grinned, placing the last card beside the Diamond Queen.  “The Jack of Hearts, a blond, blue-eyed man.”

“Right up your alley.”  Kirsty elbowed Isabeau’s ribs.

“Ah, Miss Isabeau, I too like the blond men.  I had one once.  Back home in Haiti.”  Her eyes closed, capturing a memory.  “A beauty he was but married and never to be mine.”

Isabeau whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Cold fingers tap-danced along her backbone.  Wasn’t Haiti the voodoo island?

Nekeya shrugged, picked up the cards and fanned them in her hand.   “The face cards—King, Queen, Jack—represent people.  On the left, that King of Spades is a black-haired, black-eyed married man or man of authority, a judge or a teacher.  Your light brown hair, fair skin and violet eyes make you the Queen of Diamonds, there in the middle.  Your cards, they run to my hand like this.  The Five of Diamonds,” she laid the card between the Diamond Queen and Jack of Hearts, “represents love.  This one’s a sign of greatness—great love, great achievement.  Here and here,” the cards flew down, “I see marriage and a child.”

“Will she marry the King of Spades?”  Kirsty leaned into the lamplight, whispered aside to Isabeau, “That’s got to be John.”

“That, Kirsty,” Isabeau whispered behind her hand, “is my choice.”

“She won’t marry the Spade King.  He opposes Isabeau and her Jack of Hearts.  He is your enemy.  You must be very watchful of him, for your sake and your husband’s sake—”

Isabeau’s hand shot up.  “Nekeya, I don’t know if she told you—I’m a scientist.”  She shrugged.  “That translates skeptic, sorry.  Read Kirsty’s cards now.”

“Listen to your heart, little one.  It speaks the truth.”  Nekeya lifted Isabeau’s chin, forcing her to meet the dark gaze.  “In your heart, you know you’re on the wrong path.”

That an angel prophesied for me.

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