by Linda Nightingale
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GENRE: Sci-Fi Romance
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BLURB:
March 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 humans. 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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EXCERPT:
Love for Sale
Motionless, she watched the parade of beauty, but none of them struck the special chord that would make her heart sing. These men—androids—can be customized, March reminded herself. Still, it took more than looks to make her fall in love.
Then he strode through the door, and her heart did a double back flip. She inhaled a soft gasp. He was perfect, no customization needed. The only programming required was a sense of humor and an intense libido. Lord, she wanted to touch him, run her fingers through his hair and kiss that luscious mouth.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.” His voice defined musical and played that special chord she’d dreamed of. “I was on the phone.”
The Special Editions had gathered around her. The auburn haired woman whispered a laugh. “Is there any need for more than one introduction, Ms. Morgan?”
That someone was speaking barely registered. March didn’t respond. She was speechless and couldn’t peel her gaze off the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. His eyes were crystalline blue, his hair wheat colored. She’d wanted sparks. She’d gotten fireworks! No way in hell was she leaving London without him.
Spellbound, March was drawn one step toward perfection, her willful eyes traveling over his body, pausing at his zipper, sliding down his long legs. The wasted years looped through her memory, regret stinging her eyes.
Melissa squeezed her hand. “Ah, you like our blond.” She beckoned. “Come, Christian.”
In tight jeans and a tux jacket with plaid cummerbund and bow tie, her dream man paused in the light of a crystal and gold chandelier. His shoulder-length hair shone like silk. Mischief sparkled in his eyes. Full lips parted on a smile, his teeth white and even. March loved a beautiful smile, and everything inside her melted.
REVIEW:
Do You believe in true love? March Morgan does and she goes to extraordinary lengths to find it. The title says it all, Love for Sale. March buys Christian, an android who is programed to love her. Seems that Christian is not your usual android. He can work around his programing and that does cause problems. What does not change is his love for March. The two find that they have more than one obstacle is overcome. Someone is jealous and causes trouble but that is not the worse March and Morgan have to overcome. Look for a surprise ending that will give the two a very long HEA. Rebecca McKernan does a very good job narrating the story.
Excerpt:
Rhapsody
Art is passion.
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. I knew all about lust. Lust. Bloodlust. In the ecstasy of the Kiss and the rapture of the kill, the two fused.
I glided to the sofa, perching on the arm. Mischief whispered in my ear.
My friend Lucien, head of the Council that governed the Vampyre, would be livid if I endangered our secret. I might even be punished. So what? For a long time now, I’d faithfully toed the line, giving the powers that be no reason to slap my hand. No one was likely to nominate me for sainthood, and I was tired of being a good man. Envisioning an outraged Lucien crumpling the newspaper, I laughed aloud. For days, I hadn’t laughed. I was still chuckling when I dashed off a Men Seeking Women romance ad.
Vampires were no longer monsters, but fine seducers, purveyors of passion. Victims abounded. As I sampled the replies, I was disappointed and left fifty beautiful women disappointed as well, thinking me another nut not a vampire.
I failed to find the thrilling vintage I sought and forgot about the ad.
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“Hello, darlin’.” Her voice was lazy, honey-sweet and sensual. “You look like you could use some company.”
I took a deep breath of the vintage I had sought. “I could.”
“You got it.” Manicured red nails dug into my shoulders. “I’ve been waiting for you all my life.”
A first-class, round-trip ticket to the Turks and Caicos Islands dropped on the keyboard. Another fell beside it. One of the tickets was issued to Morgan Gabriel D'Arcy, the other to Fiona Allman. I had to admire her style, but she couldn’t have come from the ad. Names and addresses weren’t given.
Fiona was the given.
“What you waiting for? Your bags are packed. We’re leaving on a jet plane.” The enticing voice grew darker, duskier. “To sunshine. No more of this fricking rain.”
“Fiona, I presume.”
“It’s me, darlin’, the one you’ve been waiting for.” Soft, warm lips caressed my cheek, her fingers working magic on the tense muscles in my neck.
The scents of rain-perfumed skin, Italian leather, and blood laced with single malt whiskey teased my six senses. I hadn’t fed in nights. The craving wrenched my stomach. Saliva broke beneath my tongue. Her fingers stroking my neck awoke another, totally sexual desire. I threw back my head and laughed. I was in trouble. At last!
She smoothed the hair back from my forehead. “Come on, pretty baby, get up. We don’t have much time. Heathrow’s a good hour’s drive from here.”
“I can’t go,” I said, not believing my own lie. I always did exactly as I pleased. “CD to cut.”
The throaty laugh was as sensual as her touch. “I’ve checked your schedule. No personal appearances. These dickheads will wait until Lord D’Arcy returns. They have to. You are the show.”
“How did you find me?” I liked the way she stroked my libido. An image of taking her on the piano heated my blood. “How did you know my name? And my schedule.”
“Does it matter?” She tucked my hair behind my ear and sucked the lobe into her mouth. “I wanna [screw] your brains out.”
“Anytime.” I was ready. Desire throbbed, hot, taut in my belly and in my [shaft].
It didn’t matter how, only that she had found me.
REVIEW:
A interesting collection of four stories about Morgan D'Arcy and his long journey through life. Viral mutations of human DNA caused his vampyrism. That in an important factor in the stories. Could there be a cure? Why would he want one. Check this out to find out more? Rebecca McKernan does a good job as the narrator. This is more novella length as it is only 5+ hours long.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
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 retired from a career as a retired legal assistant, just joined the Houston BMW Club, and the stars in her crown—two wonderful sons. In a former life, she must have had to walk everywhere because today she is into transportation with fine taste in expensive horses and hot cars! She likes to dress up and host formal dinner parties.
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