by Linda Nightingale
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At fifteen, she fell in love with a man in a painting, and he looks exactly like that Novgorodian knight. Even though he’s got the keys to her chemistry set, she mustn’t succumb to his charms. She’s a forensic psychiatrist working with Scotland Yard. He’s a high-profile journalist who invades the underworld for a story or broadcasts live at the scene of the world’s worst tragedies.
Police and media do not mix. They are both trying to capture the same animalistic killer whom newspapers have dubbed The Vampire Slayer. Modern London doesn’t know that the Slayer has also killed four vampires. Katy doesn’t know that Sterling is a vampire until too late—after she’s fallen in love with him.
A hard shudder rolled over Sterling. Energy sizzled in the air, a whirring in the bones. Like heat on summer-fried asphalt, bright waves teased his eyes. Blue and red incandescence encompassed the three vampires, living and dead. The corpse glowed; then in a nova of light, it was done. The steel table gleamed spotless. As if he’d never been born to the light or reborn to the night, Trevor Cabot had disappeared.
Like old clothes, Lucien discarded grief and weariness. The Dark Lord wheeled to face the door. Morgan turned away more slowly.
Footsteps echoed in the hall.
Sterling gripped the doorknob. “They’re coming.”
The vampires disappeared, leaving Sterling stranded. He knew Morgan hadn’t intended to abandon him. The vanishing act was second nature to a vampire. Cursing under his breath, he considered his options. An anteroom opened off the morgue. The room was dark, a good place to hide, if his luck held. He raced across the white tiled floor and dived into the shadows the instant before the door swung open. Here, he could see but not be seen.
Farley led, chewing an unlit cigarette. The medical examiner gestured, talking to him. The inspector gazed into the distance, didn’t appear to be listening.
Sterling had eyes only for Katy. An image of her in the beaded gown flashed before his eyes. That night she’d been beautiful, gazing at him with the fire of passion in her eyes. Tonight, with rumpled hair, no makeup, looking as if she’d tumbled from bed, she was just as beautiful. But the slump of her shoulders looked vulnerable. He longed to sweep her into his arms, lay her in the big four-poster and watch her sleep.
“Lamashtu. What the bloody hell is a Lamashtu when it’s at home?” Farley thrust through the door, stopped dead in his tracks. “Our bleeding corpse has upped and walked away.”
Katy pushed past the inspector. Like a burial shroud, the sheet puddled on the floor. Human and vampire pulses raced. A silent spectator watched from shadow as a psychiatrist, a pathologist and a policeman gaped at a miracle.
“We were only gone ten minutes.” Dr. Berkeley tapped her watch. “This is ridiculous.”
“Where could a stiff go?” Farley grumbled.
Frowning, Katy wiped her hands on her trench coat. “The body was stolen. Someone doesn’t want us to discover something unusual about that corpse.”
“Other than the fact that he was beheaded?” Farley snatched his mobile from his pocket. “The body thief has to be in the building. I’m going to see that he stays.”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Born in South Carolina, Linda has lived in England, Canada, Miami, 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 thirteen years.
Linda began writing in high school when her favorite English teacher, Mrs. Burriss, allowed her to submit a short story instead of a book report. She also wrote very dark poetry brimming with teenage angst. These she showed to an editor at the local newspaper and was promptly shot down. Thereafter, she put her pen away until 1992 when she began a vampire novel which became Sinners’ Opera.
With Cardinal Desires, she won the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award and received a call from Berkley. The publisher didn’t publish vampires (at that time) and asked if she had anything else. Novice that she was, she said “no” rather than asking what they wanted!
She works in the legal field and has two wonderful sons. She loves Andalusian and Lusitano horses, her snappy black convertible and her parlor grand piano—and writing, of course. Visit her web site for a free vampire story starring Morgan D’Arcy, the hero of Sinners’ Opera and a member of the supporting cast in Cardinal Desires.
Other Works: Gemini Rising (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08IGfFxPCWQ), The Night Before Doomsday, Black Swan
Web site: http://www.lindanightingale.com