The Summoning by Linda Nightingale, Meet the Author and Giveaway

I see a lot of deities around–not around here, like walking here by me while I go grocery shopping. I mean in books. And I like them all. And this one is so different! I don’t think I’ve ever read anything quite like this. Scratch that, I know I have never read anything like this. Also, I had the pleasure to speak with Linda, the Author, so keep reading, my friends.

The book is The Summoning by Linda Nightingale, a Paranormal Romance novel.

Blurb:

Heather Morique is a witch. The problem is she doesn’t know it. Her husband Jahill was a refugee from an obscure branch of the Arawak Indians. After his death, mysterious whispers lure her to his homeland of Jamaica. Soon, she finds herself in a web of secrets, lies and illusions.

Jahill’s people worship Eyrael, the God of Wind and Sea, and his brother Sofiel, the God of Fire and Earth. The new Shaman has pitted brother against brother, and these two powerful spirits from an alternate universe fight to become the tribe’s ruling deity. Will light or darkness reign?

When Heather unwittingly summons Eyrael, these two unlikely soul mates face a dangerous fate.  The chemistry between them is more disturbing than the long-buried secrets.

Buy link:  http://a.co/iTsaQxT

Ladies and gentlemen, here’s Linda!

Gala PixLinda has lived a fascinating life and won some prestigious awards for  her writing. Find out more about more about her on her websiteand various social media listed below. She’d love to hear from you via email.

Hi, and thank you for being with us! Let’s start with an important question: What turns you on?

A perfect, sophisticated gentleman.  When you are with him, he treats you as if you were the only woman in the world.

What turns you off?

The guy using ‘colorful metaphors’ as Spock once said to Kirk in Star Trek.  You can guess what I mean.  I’m tempted sometimes to say damn.  But the fellow repeatedly using the f-word is a real turn off. Oh, and teeth not being brushed!

Give me the worst 5 words ever heard on a first date.

I’m not sure  what you mean, but I’ve heard most of the colorful metaphors. If you mean funny, then one guy told me I had pretty feet, he wanted to suck my toes—hey he doesn’t know where those toes have been! I’ve been asked if I minded being tied up.  I exited stage left. I’ve been asked about a ménage à trois on several occasions. Tempted. 😊

Pen or computer?

Definitely computer. I hate completing the massive paperwork at a doctor’s office. I like to be able to read back over material and change at will.

Music or silence?

Either.  I like silence.  I love music. I usually listen to classical, but my collection includes everything from country to classical.

Alone or in public?

Alone.

Routine or when inspiration struck?

Oh, inspiration definitely.  When I’m in the white hot stream of creation, it’s fun; not! Oh my it’s a struggle.

Outline or just write?

Just write. Now that I retired, I’m struggling to stay organized and most times failing. At any rate my books begin with one character who tells me his/her part of the story.

If you were an animal, which one would you be?

An Andalusian horse.

If you could have any accent from anywhere in the world, which would it be?

English, I suppose. My ex was  British and if he asserted something, people would believe him.

Do you have any scar?

I have a scar on my left arm What are they from? I was laughing at an antic of my Andalusian stallion and fell off.

Up early or sleep in?

Up early.  I work my best very early in the morning when most of the world is still sleeping ( 3-4 AM)

What famous person would you like to have dinner with?

Edward VIII, who abdicated to marry the American divorcee, Wallis Simpson.  Times have certainly changed!  Harry is marrying a divorcee, but he isn’t king.

Strangest place you’ve brushed your teeth?  

At a medieval castle, Cardiff Castle, in Wales. It was an early, misty morning—still quiet at that hour.  I was with my son’s re-enactment group. The night before we’d drunk mead and  told stories around a campfire. Lovely experience.

And At the moment I’m looking for a rainbow colored wig to wear with my unicorn to DragonCon. I think I found one at Amazon of all places.

Well, thank you for coming by, and good luck with your rainbow wig!

You can stay in touch with Linda using any of the following:

Where to find her:

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/LNightingale

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/LindaNightingaleAuthor

Web Site:  http://www.lindanightingale.com– Visit and look around. There’s a free continuing vampire story.

Blog:  https://lindanightingale.wordpress.com/– Lots of interesting guests & prizes

Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4839311.Linda_Nightingale

Pinterest:  https://www.pinterest.com/lbnightingale1/

Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/Linda-Nightingale/e/B005OSOJ0U

Summoning PhoneExcerpt:

The sea threw its arms around her shoulders, its embrace warm and inviting. The wind kissed her feverish face. As if a star had fallen, one of her diamond earrings—a Christmas gift from her husband—splashed into the dark water.

“Jahill.” She reached for the pointless token as it drifted out of sight. “Why did you hurt me so? Take the only thing I had left to love? My Ariel.”

A wave slapped her face. She stumbled. The sand shifted beneath her feet, and she fell. As the water closed over her head, Heather screamed her dead son’s, name, “Ariel!”

Flailing her arms and legs, she battled to the surface. The deafening silence shocked her. The drums and the chants had died. Her thoughts cleared. She was neck deep in the ocean, her toes skimming the bottom, but instead of the waves beating at her, the sea lay down and licked her fingers. Relief washed her knees weak, but respite was short-lived. A massive wave rose on the horizon, gaining speed and height as it rolled toward her. The wind stopped singing. The warm ocean chilled. In utter panic, Heather spun, tripping over her robe as she struggled toward the safety of the beach.

He comes for you. Meet your fate.

Heather clamped her hands over her ears, but escape was impossible. The Whisperers’ litany robbed her of thought. The outbound tide washed the sand from beneath her feet. She crashed onto her back. Gasping for air, she surfaced, running, getting nowhere. With death staring her in the eyes, she’d never been more alive. I don’t want to die. Tears and salty spray trickled down her cheeks. She glanced over her shoulder.

The monstrous wave stretched, white fingers brushing the sky. Heather watched helplessly as the ocean crouched, ready to spring. The little waves woke up, tugging at her as they fled the oncoming giant. Panic knifed through her. Hands splayed over her mouth, she murmured “Jahill, Ariel,” until the two names merged, inseparable.

Lightning speared the ocean. Thunder rumbled, shaking the night. The wave reared higher. The shrieking wind churned water into a gigantic human shape.

Other books from Linda:

Love For Sale

Gambler’s Choice

Morgan D’Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody

Gylded Wings

Her General in Gray

The Summoning

Sinner’s Obsession

Cardinal Desires


Giveaway:  Linda will be giving away a $15 Gift Card through Rafflecopter! Winner will be announced 8/30!

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b0f7f6041/?

 

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