Romance
author Linda Nightingale joins
me today and we’re chatting about her new paranormal book, Her General in Gray
During her
virtual book tour, Linda will be awarding black
diamond earrings and an e-book of Her
General in Gray (International Giveaway) to one winner, and a second winner
will receive a digital choice of one of the author's backlist during the tour.
Both winners will be randomly chosen. To be entered for a chance to win, use the form below. To increase your
chances of winning, feel free to visit
her other tour stops and enter there, too!
Bio:
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.
Please share a little bit about your current release.
Her General in Gray is not so much about the Civil War
as it is about a woman and a ghost—like the Ghost and Mrs. Muir, a movie
starring Gene Tierney and Rex Harrison, made in 1947, the same year I was born.
I saw it later when I was a toddler. The movie is the inspiration for Her General in Gray. I wrote the story
in response to a call for ghost stories from The Wild Rose Press and set it in
one of my favorite places—Charleston, South Carolina, and the surrounding area
which is called the Low Country—where Spanish moss festoons the giant oaks and
crickets sink at night while fireflies wink.
Excerpt from Her General in Gray:
“Stand aside, spook.” Dudley marched into the room, made as if to push past him, but Sib stood his ground. Folding his hands in supplication, he begged the woman he’d wounded to understand. “God knows, Autumn, I didn’t mean to hurt you. The whole ugly thing is his fault.” His finger jutted at Sib. “If he hadn’t challenged me to a duel—”
Grabbing the other man by his knit shirt, Sib prepared to
frog march him back the way he’d just come. “She doesn’t want to see you,
Dudley. Your very presence is disturbing and harmful.”
“Let her be the judge of that.” Dudley tried to wrest free.
From the bed came a weak cry that froze them in place. “Stop
it. You’re both upsetting me. The two of
you in one room mix as well as oil and water. Sib, leave. Beau, stay.”
Sib freed Dudley, turning to gape at Autumn. Why was she
ordering him out, siding with, the traitor? The redhead dusted off his clothing
and straightened his shirt. His triumphant expression tempted Sib to smash a
fist into his mouth, wiping away his gloating smile. Instead, he offered Autumn a quick bow.
“I’ll be outside the door if you need me.” Why had he given
this stranger the power to so damage his feelings? Because she can call me into corporeality? Perhaps, being a ghost
wasn’t as bad as he’d thought. That she should take his killer’s side hurt more
than he believed possible.
She nodded, refusing to meet the question in his eyes. He spun on his heel, walked calmly across the
room, and closed the door without looking back.
But Sib left a vital part of his heart in that sickroom.
A sequel to
my book Love for Sale about sentient
androids indistinguishable from human, with human emotions, and programmed to
love. The sequel is Life for Sale. It
is coming along slowly because life gets in the way. I’m also in the galley
stage for Gylded Wings. In GW, the
most famous angel of all tells the story in first person. It is a dark fantasy
from the Black Rose line of The Wild Rose Press.
When did you first consider yourself a writer?
When did you first consider yourself a writer?
I wrote as
a youngster, received some very unkind criticism, and didn’t pick my pen back
up for over 30 years. My first book was published in 2012, and that’s when I
considered myself an author.
Do you write full-time? If so, what's your work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find time to write?
Do you write full-time? If so, what's your work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find time to write?
I’m a
retired legal assistant and am lucky enough to be able to write full-time. I
also write copy for an advertising agency and that can be challenging while at
the same time fun. My typical workday varies depending on life and work for the
agency. Sometimes, I might not write for days and some days I am able to write
the entire day. I write best early in the morning—say 3 or 4 AM.
What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
I like wine
with my meals and wine with my writing.
As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
A famous
horsewoman.
Anything additional you want to share with the readers?
Anything additional you want to share with the readers?
I bred, trained
and showed the magnificent Andalusian horse and almost but not quite achieved my childhood goal.
Links:
Thank you for being a guest on my blog today!
Thank you for allowing Sib, Autumn and me to guest on your lovely blog.
Thank you for allowing Sib, Autumn and me to guest on your lovely blog.
6 comments:
Thanks for hosting!
Thank you, Lisa, for entertaining my characters and me today! I guess I didn't proofread very well! crickets sing not sink! :-)
I liked the excerpt, thank you.
Excellent interview! I really enjoyed reading it!
Just stopping by to say hi! Hope you have a fabulous weekend!
Where is your favorite spot to read?
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