"Once I picked up Love for Sale, I could not put it down. I laughed and cried along with the charterers. I highly recommend this beautifully written romance." - Georgiana, Goodreads
"Though her other novels were delights to read, Morgan D’Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody is the best to date, a tour de force of luscious description and elegant passages. Her own particular take on the vampire genre is an original idea embellished by descriptive prose."- Tono, Goodreads
Love For Sale
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.
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.
The greatest enemy of a vampire is boredom. Four centuries of existence have taught Lord Morgan Gabriel D'Arcy to fear nothing and no one. Humans and their weapons have little chance against his preternatural speed and arcane powers. Vampires are viral mutations of human DNA. Still, the Vampyre code requires secrecy, and he has learned to hide his nature from the world. The lure of mortality, of a life in the sun, puts Morgan again and again at the mercy of calculating human women though they fail to consider his charm and determination into the equation. However, even grooming a future bride from infancy proves to be fraught with heartbreak. And second chances are not always what they seem unless... you are Morgan. Immortality and beauty, aren’t they grand?
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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From Vampires to Androids lovers
(or from undead to non -living)
You’ve heard ‘my heroes have always been cowboys’. Well, except for one of my books, all my heroes are supernatural in one way or another.
Morgan is a vampire but not your average dead guy. He is a mutant. The Vampye Effect is a mutation of human DNA by a fragile blood-borne pathogen. In the transformation, the victim is drained to the point of death then fed the vampire’s infected blood, and a mortal becomes an immortal. Downsides are being night-bound and blood becomes your god. So, Morgan never actually died but was born by a ritual blood exchange.
Christian was born in a lab and programmed to be the perfect lover for his purchaser. Problem: He could think independently and had an independent streak. He was created perfect: handsome, intelligent, sensual and witty. Soon, his purchaser March is head-over-heels in love with her tin man. Of course, he was everything she’d ever dreamed of in a man except the wires and circuits beneath his perfect skin. Christian is tall, blond and blue-eyed (my own personal preference!)
Both Morgan and Christian came to life in the Dark Ages of the 1990s. Morgan’s story The Vampyre Effect won the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award for Excellence, and Christian’s Love For Sale snagged first place in the Houston Writers Guild Short Story Contest.
How did I get from vampires to androids? I’m a very eclectic writer. I write what takes my fancy. My ideas come from many places like song lyrics or maybe a line in a movie. The old movie “The Day the Earth Stood Still” was the inspiration for Christian. I wondered what the movie would have been if the robot were human-like and had a bigger part. I started writing vampires first and the inspiration for Morgan was an old, old movie called “The Brides of Dracula”, starring a handsome Brit as Dracula.
If there is anything you want to ask about this journey from vampires to androids, please ask!
About the author:
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.
Go to her website and look around. There’s a free continuing vampire story.
Go to her website and look around. There’s a free continuing vampire story.