Guest Blogger: Linda Nightingale
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Linda: What does it feel like to be a vampire?
Morgan: Linda, if one more person asks me that question, I shall bite them, quite literally. Why not ask what it feels like to be a concert pianist?
Linda: Morgan, put a cork in it.
Tristan: Shall we call you Mum as your pen gave us entry into this life?
Linda: Perhaps, then Tristan, you would like to answer.
Tristan: At the certainty of sounding condescending, what it feels like to be a vampire is beyond mortal comprehension. You've heard it all, heightened senses, physical and metaphysical abilities and, of course, sensuality.
Morgan: Everything that you have led these people to believe. And more.
Linda: I did give you the ability to read thoughts but I don't appreciate it when they are mine.
Tristan: You were broadcasting loud enough for any of us to hear your thoughts. There are ways to block the transmission. I could teach you.
Linda: Both of you had better mind your manners. I have an eraser in my hand.
Both men sit back, eyes unfocused, listening not to their creator but to the sound of footsteps in the hall. An attractive woman, long dark hair swinging at her waist, enters the room. She gives Morgan a smile, winks at Linda and sits beside Tristan, linking her arm with his.
Carol: Go play your cello Tristan and your piano Morgan. Leave us girls alone for a few. Sorry, Mum, to rob you of the eye candy.
Linda: Carol, how long have you been a Black Swan?
Carol: For about a year now. I met Lucien and Morgan at a totally elegant party at an even more elegant estate just south of London.
Girls: now that the fellows are not underfoot, from the trailer, you'll see that Black Swans are rather special people and treated to intense, addictive pleasures. We willingly submit to the vampire in order to experience the sensual and sexual euphoria of the kiss. A girl can get spoiled to the best! Our story is available from The Wild Rose Press. Please join me in falling in both the L-words.
Linda: Shall be give a brief excerpt of Black Swan?
At just such a party, she’d met Tristan. Black Irish, black-haired, blue-eyed, he looked like a young Pierce Brosnan. He was gifted with a devilish sense of humor, an artist's passion and zeal. They’d been an item—and true blue—for nearly a year before vampire wanderlust set in. Six months ago, he’d run away to America. If he’d asked her to go with him, she’d be listening to a rainy night in Seattle instead of England.