Her General in Gray — Interview with Linda Nightingale and Giveaway

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If your book were made into a movie, who would you want to play your main characters?

I’m not much of a movie buff, frankly, and rarely remember the actor’s and actresses’ names. I guess I’ll have to go with my tried and true Johnny Depp for the hero and Cameron Diaz for the heroine.

How do you come up with the titles of your books?

Usually, the lead character who’s telling me the story to begin with, before the others walk onto stage, gives me the title. The story more or less names itself. When I’m having trouble, I consult my friend and author Toni V. Sweeney. I can trust her to come up with several suggestions from which I usually choose. Class Act Books (for whom Toni writes) is republishing my controversial dark fantasy Gemini Rising, renamed Gemini Unveiled, in November 2017. Toni came up with that title.

What does your writing space look like?

I dedicated a bedroom to my office. The desk with my laptop faces a window overlooking my backyard and a purple flowering bush just outside the window. My printer and bookcase are on the right. The walls are covered with angel prints, a tapestry of the Lady and the Unicorn and on the rear wall is my certificate for first place in the SARA Merritt Award with I, Lucifer, soon to be released by The Wild Rose Press as Gylded Wings.

What do you enjoy doing when you’re not writing?

I love to drive and enjoy events with my car club from twisty roads to get-together dinners for the club members. I also love to dress formal, get out the china and glass, and have formal dinner parties for my friends. Pass the champers please!

What is your favourite color?

Red, I think, but pink runs a close second.

What is your favourite pleasure food?

Ice cream. Guilty pleasure: Sometimes I sneak out of bed in the middle of the night for a few spoonfuls of ice cream or Marie Callander’s coconut cream pie.

What is your favourite season?

There’s something about each season I love. In south Texas, our seasons blur, so that you might get spring in winter and fall in winter. We had a two day winter this year. It froze and we lost plants, then it was spring, and now in March summer is creeping up on us. A humid affair, summer is…well, hot.

What is your favourite television show?

Poldark followed by Lucifer and Lethal Weapon, oh, and Game of Thrones and Outlander.

What is your favourite movie?

Last of the Mohicans

Who is your favourite actor?

Johnny Depp

What is your favourite song?

Memory from Cats.

What is your favourite comfort clothing attire?

Leggings and tunic

What books might we find on your bedside table?

The White Cliffs of Dover

Describe yourself in three words.

Insane, reformed dreamer, still dreamer.

Autumn Hartley purchases Allen Hall at a steal, but the northern lass gets far more than a beautiful plantation in the South Carolina Low Country. The house comes complete with its own ghost, a handsome and charming Civil War General—for the Confederacy. The stage is set for another civil conflict.

John Sibley Allen died in battle from a wound in the back, the bullet fired by the turncoat, Beauregard Dudley. The traitor’s reincarnation is Autumn the Interloper’s first dinner guest. Sib bedevils her date and annoys her with fleeting, phantom touches, certain he can frighten her away as he did previous purchasers. As time marches on, her resident ghost becomes more appealing while her suitor, Beau, pales in comparison. Autumn finds her ability to love didn’t perish in the divorce that sent her south seeking a fresh start.

After over a century in the hereafter, Sib discovers he is falling for none other than the feisty Yankee girl, but what future could a modern woman and an old-fashioned ghost possibly hope for?

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In an age of smart phones and tablets, she stood for a moment contemplating the past. The temptation was almost too much for her, but she’d started to fold the dress back into its resting place when a hand landed on her shoulder.

Sib’s voice was soft and tender. “The dress belonged to my mother. She wore it at a ball before the war. It appears to be in passable condition. Why don’t you try it on? I’ve imagined you so attired.”

“I’m a Northerner, remember? I’m surprised you offer your mother’s gown to me.” She turned, the green frock draped over her arm. “Where have you been anyway?”

“Here. All the time. I was simply playing along with your game of asking for my disappearance.”

She stiffened. “Don’t play games with me. My mother used to do that. It was disturbing and hurtful to a child.”

“You reveal more of yourself every moment, and I’m enjoying getting to know you. Very well, I’ll share something about me. My father—what do you call it today?—cheated on my mother. More than once.. I’d hear her crying at night. Thus, I would have been true to my wife.” Eyes sad, he nodded at the dress. “I’d like to see you in that, Autumn. We are becoming friends. She would have approved. I’ll assist with the buttons.”

“Turn your back. I’ll have to get undressed.” She motioned at him. “I’ve no desire for a ghost to see me in my bra and panties.”

He chuckled, his big grin enticing. “Such modesty. Actually, I was anticipating that view. Anyway, I’ve seen you in your underwear before.”

“You Peeping Tom!” She accused, shaking a fist at him. “Will I have no privacy? Do you follow me to the bathroom, too?”

“No, Ma’am.” He shook his head, his hair moving in soft waves. “I was simply in my bedroom when you changed into your nightgown.”

“It’s not your bedroom. This is my house, and don’t you forget it.” She glared at him.

He snapped a smart military salute. “Yes, commander.”

“Turn around.” She slid her sweatshirt over her head and slithered out of her sweatpants. “You are…such an annoyance.”

“Thank you. I couldn’t be more offended.”

A strange feeling of awe washed over her as she slid the beautiful gown over her head. “Okay. I’m ready for help with the buttons.”

The touch of his fingers filled her with an emotion she’d thought dead. A thrill actually rippled over her. Perhaps, because he was no threat. The General couldn’t break her heart as Chad had done. That dreadful affair seemed as far in the past as the dress of rustling satin. He was the VP at the agency, and their brief association and parting had twisted her feelings into knots.

“You’re tense.” Sib stroked her back. “I sense it isn’t the dress.”

“I’ll tell you later.” She spun, swirling the skirt. “What do you think?”

“I think you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.” A very sweet emotion seeped through her.

“Not in the least.” He offered her an old-fashioned bow.

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 has won several writing awards, including the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award and the SARA Merritt. She is the mother of two wonderful sons, a retired legal assistant, member of the Houston Miata Club, and enjoys events with that car club. Among her favorite things are her snazzy black convertible and her parlor grand piano. She loves to dress up and host formal dinner parties.

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Love for Sale by Linda Nightingale – Character Interview and Giveaway

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Hi Christian. Thanks for the interview for the readers of LASR.

Good afternoon. I hope you are well.

Very well, thank you. I know your time is limited. Shall we begin?

How does it feel to look human and yet not be human?

That is a difficult question to answer since I am what I am and have never been human. How does it feel to be human and not artificial intelligence? It has never occurred to me to envy humans. I don’t look at someone and think, “I wish I could be that man.” I like what I am. I’m content to be me. Each of the Special Editions is unique. Most of my programming was in place before March requested the final enhancements. So, I am simply Christian Aguillard, sentient android.

How does it feel being owned by someone?

I’m not a slave. I never really think of being owned. March is the best woman a man could ever love. That my love for her is reinforced by emotions encoded into my brain doesn’t bother her. I’m not concerned either. In fact, the moment I saw her, without any special programming, I fell in love.

How much did you cost?

I hesitate to discuss that. As March’s ex-husband said to her in a fit of rage, “How dare you…pay as much as a mansion in River Oaks for that thing!” I didn’t appreciate being called a thing, and I doubt that price comparison was accurate. I believe $100,000 would be closer to the actual price of a Special Edition.

Could you leave if you wanted to?

(Long pause) I’m not quite like the others. My independent streak almost cost me my life. If the situation required, I believe I could. I can’t imagine any circumstances that would make me want to leave March.

Can you taste food?

My olfactory senses are perfect, but since we do not eat, I cannot taste food. I can relish the scent, however. I would love to taste lobster or a fine red wine.

How do you conduct yourself when out to eat with people looking on?

Most people don’t watch what their companions eat and drink. I order a meal and wine, stir it around on my plate and pretend to sip. I compliment the food and wine. This does present another difficulty. In the end, of course, the fact that I don’t eat or drink becomes noticeable. I’m not quite certain why my creator didn’t build in those abilities.

What about sleep? Do you power down, like C3PO?

In a manner of speaking. We have a Sleep Mode. Our sensors remain at full power, but we do need to recharge occasionally. This doesn’t mean that I must be plugged in, but simply ”rest”, more or less, as you do.

So you can have normal sex with March?

(He laughs softly) Better than normal. We are programmed to be sensual as well as to love. We have certain programs called Sexbot Mode. I am capable of continuing the act until my partner is satiated. Before we were released for very discreet purchases, we were beta tested with volunteers. I’ve never had any complaints.

Then you believe you are superior to man?

In certain respects, yes. Like the bedroom. I move and think faster, see and hear better, and can read certain data that man is incapable of sensing.

I understand you were programmed for a special job?

I am a rocket scientist. (He grins) Currently, I am employed by a firm that contracts with NASA—one of three of March’s requests: a British accent, sensuality, and aerospace engineer.

Anything you wish to tell everyone about being an android?

Some people might think we are creepy, that having a robot lover would be a strange, cold, even disgusting experience. I can assure this isn’t the case. If you hadn’t been told I wasn’t human, you’d never know. Would you?
Like Asimov’s Three Laws of Robotics, we are programmed with certain fail safes. We aren’t supposed to harm humans, and we are to obey orders from humans. We can protect ourselves, but not if that means harming or disobeying humans.

Thank you, Christian, for your candor. I wish you and March the best.

Thank you for allowing me to be your guest today.

MediaKit_BookCover_LoveForSaleMarch Morgan still believes in true love, but her faith in finding her soul mate is slowly vanishing. She’s been married but never in love. So, it is a miracle to find that fantasy exists on the last page of a glossy women’s journal. Mayfair Electronics, Ltd., in black and white, offers Love for Sale. The London firm has engineered sentient androids indistinguishable from human. She flies to England and meets the man she has been searching for her entire life.

Christian requires no programming to love March at first sight. He’s handsome, cultured…absolutely perfect…and a little different from the other androids. He has an unexpected independent streak.

March signs on the dotted line, buying her dream man. They return to Houston, but soon her past and his future threaten their Happily Ever After—indeed their lives.

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At a light touch on her shoulder, she spun. He stood inches from her, the airspace between them electric charged. “Liz was here, and in my bedroom! Why? Were you doing her in my bed?”

“No.” He had the decency to look stunned, his eyes widening and darkening. “She was teaching me to dance. The closet doors are mirrors.”

March resisted the urge to slap his perfect face. “Why? You aren’t going to be a stripper.”

He shrugged. “You don’t trust me.”

“I don’t trust her.” March’s face felt hard and cold. God, how she hated the emotions seething in her. She was almost physically ill.

“She cannot tempt me.” He shook his head slowly, his eyes glittering blue. “Don’t you understand I am attuned to you alone?”

“You weren’t supposed to be able to get angry.” She was unraveling, like a ball of yarn thrown across a room. “You did.”

Her heart shattered as he turned and walked away. Grief winded her. At the door, he glanced over his shoulder, again shaking his head. He was stunningly handsome, looked sad and hurt, but there was no apology in his intense gaze. Hands fisted at her sides, she tried to control the storm of fear, anger, resentment and pain.

“Where the hell are you going?” Her voice came brusque, short.

“For a walk to let you think and cool down.” Light and shadow chiseled his face, and her breaking heart skipped a beat. “I am not going to Liz. I have learned all I need to know from her. I shall never see her again.”

“You can’t walk out. It is impossible for you. You are faulty in some circuit somewhere. I’m going to return you.”

The most beautiful man in the world froze with his hand on the door. “Please don’t. This is a misunderstanding.” He blew out a long breath. “However, if that is what you want, I must advise you that Mayfair Electronics, 21 Dover Street, London, W1S 4LT will accept return of a flawed unit for a full refund.”

“Stop! You sound like a robot.” Her fisted hands struck the air.

He didn’t flinch. “I am a robot. That’s why this is an inane conversation.”

About the Author:MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_LoveForSaleSomething of a gypsy (actually nothing quite so romantic!) 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 has won several writing awards, including the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award. 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. Among her favorite things are her snazzy black convertible and her parlor grand piano. She loves to dress up and host formal dinner parties.

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LoveForSaleMarch Morgan still believes in true love, but her faith in finding her soul mate is slowly vanishing. She’s been married but never in love. So, it is a miracle to find that fantasy exists on the last page of a glossy women’s journal. Mayfair Electronics, Ltd., in black and white, offers Love for Sale. The London firm has engineered sentient androids indistinguishable from human. She flies to England and meets the man she has been searching for her entire life.

Christian requires no programming to love March at first sight. He’s handsome, cultured…absolutely perfect…and a little different from the other androids. He has an unexpected independent streak.

March signs on the dotted line, buying her dream man. They return to Houston, but soon her past and his future threaten their Happily Ever After—indeed their lives.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Something of a gypsy (actually nothing quite so romantic!) 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 has won several writing awards, including the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award. 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. Among her favorite things are her snazzy black convertible and her parlor grand piano. She loves to dress up and host formal dinner parties.

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GUEST BLOG: LINDA NIGHTINGALE

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The hero and heroine (Alina and Alain) in Gemini Rising are identical—male/female—twins, not possible in our genetic makeup. They are a scientific miracle and, at their birth, stump the medical world. The reason why they are so special is that identical twins are formed when one fertilized egg splits. They are the only people in the world with identical DNA. Fraternal twins, formed when two different eggs are fertilized, are no closer than normal siblings, sharing only about 50% of their genes.

Although identical twins have the same genotype, or DNA, they have different phenotypes, i.e., the same DNA is expressed in different ways.

For example, two traits determined by phenotype are fingerprints and physical appearance. A DNA test can’t determine the difference between identical twins, but a simple fingerprint can. I researched a lot for this book, but I knew at the beginning that identical male/female twins was an impossibility. But not to a writer, right?

These characters woke me up very early on a Sunday when I lived in Miami. I dragged out of bed and sat down at my desk with a purple pen and a legal pad and began writing. (purple prose, oh no!) The strange thing here is that I NEVER hand write anything. Still, I filled that legal pad then put the story away for years. Finally, last August I finished Alina’s and Alain’s story and submitted it to Double Dragon Publishing. They are now a reality on the pages of a book.

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About the Author: 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 work in 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. Visit me at http://www.lindanightingale.com (site designed by Simon Nightingale) for a free read, Vampyre Hunt.

From birth, Alain and Alina Alastair are a scientific miracle—identical male-female twins—a biological impossibility. Destined to tread the farther, forbidden paths, they discover love, lust, and danger lurking in their future. When their parents whisk their miracle children home to an isolated island, their lives reach a turning point.

Alain craves escape from the seclusion.
Alina yearns to express her love with a man who treasures her.

The secrets at Alastair Keep threaten to undermine the very foundations of the world in which these impossible twins live.

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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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SPRING IS BUSTIN’ OUT ALL OVER: LINDA NIGHTINGALE

Spring is when I make my New Year resolutions.  Like spring cleaning, I try to abandon those practices or thoughts that have not worked.  This philosophy usually lasts as long as the spring cleaning.  But a friend of mine once told me that she would think about doing something then do the opposite of what she would have done in the past.  I’ve tried this but it really doesn’t work for me.  I guess I’m too cautious.  This spring I’ve resolved to get out more, not stay stuck to the computer writing.  I know I’ll break that resolution but it was a good thought.  I’ve also decided to exercise more.  Yeah right.

One of my favorite things about spring is daffodils.  I’m not a gardener like my friend and author Beth Trissel (Heavens no! In no time, I can make a fossil of any living plant), but I love the flowers.  Our car club hosts a bluebonnet drive each year into the Hill Country.  The fields look like seas of blue.
And my thoughts do turn to love.  Two new characters are whispering in my ear to write their story.  I don’t have a plot yet or any idea where to go with it, but I’m very intrigued by their love affair.  I’m not sure I can get away with it because the story parallels the Edward VIII/Wallis Simpson match.  This would be my first venture outside the paranormal.
Normally, I write about vampires, demons, fallen angels or I have been working on a story about centaurs.    Black Swan from The Wild Rose Press introduces my vampire characters and the mythos of their world.  When it was released, the story was Best of Week here at LASR.  I doubt that spring would be ideal for vampires, due to the longer days.  My vampires are light sensitive, but they are viral mutations not the Undead.
Please visit my web site for a free read, a vampire story called Vampyre Hunt.  http://www.lindanightingale.com.   Black Swan available at The Wild Rose Press.
Obviously, Spring is when I ramble.  Enjoy your Spring and Summer.