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By Linda Nightingale

An anthology of love in the moonlight…in the paranormal realms…

Gypsy Ribbons – A moonlight ride on the moors and meeting a notorious highwayman will forever change Lady Virginia Darby’s life.

Star Angel – Lucy was stuck in a rut and in an Idaho potato patch. She’d seen him in the corner of her eye—a fleeting glimpse of beauty—now he stood before her in the flesh.

The Night Before Doomsday – All his brothers had succumbed to lust, but Azazel resisted temptation until the wrong woman came along.

The Gate Keeper’s Cottage – Newlywed Meggie Richelieu’s mysterious, phantom lover may be more than anyone, except the plantation housekeeper, suspects.

Genre: Anthology, Romance, Erotica, Paranormal

Sensuality rating: 4

Cover Art by Simon Nightingale

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Gypsy Ribbons

     When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, the Highwayman comes riding, riding…

The Highwayman, Alfred Noyes

 

Hooves clattered in the darkened courtyard. Sparks shot from the stallion’s iron shoes as he slid to a halt, climbing the air in a full rear. Simon leapt from the saddle, his red velvet cloak, a slap in the face of the authorities, billowing in a bitter gust. As a bad feeling crawled down his backbone, he shivered. He squared his jaw, ignoring superstition and the chilling call of his Irish blood. Silence ebbed and flowed like the tide of clouds washing over the moon.

Darby Manor was shuttered and barred, but Simon knew who waited alone in a big, soft bed. His heart quickened as a bolt of desire shot through him. His love would be in her pristine white nightdress, often shed to their passion along with his clothes. The thought heated him, but before dawn, he had an assignation with a royal coach. Excitement glazed his skin as the scent of heather blew on him. Bloody cold night. He was glad clouds hid the moon. Darkness made his job easier. Wind screamed around the corner of the house, and he tugged his cloak tighter about himself. He hated this place. The house itself seemed to resent any intrusion, including the recent return of Lady Victoria Darby.

A week ago, she’d arrived in a handsome carriage on a sunny afternoon. Since the house had been deserted, Simon often grazed his horse in the parkland, then returning to the inn he and many a brigand called home. Still, every time he glanced at Darby Manor, shivers chased down his spine. Ah, but the beautiful Lady Darby had disembarked in all her finery. Her blue satin gown caught the golden afternoon light in iridescent colors. Her beauty and grace robbed him of breath, a rare occurrence in his trade. Why were there no servants? It was as if she’d hurried to the manor unaccompanied except for the lady’s maid bustling along in front of her.

At the time, watching from the parkland, Simon had smiled. He’d heard rumors Lady Darby was willful and reckless. Perhaps, she’d given society the slight and escaped to the country with only her serving woman for company. The servants summoned from the village were long gone by nightfall. The house’s reputation for being haunted was to blame, no doubt. Most locals believed in the ghost of Darby Manor.

As it turned out, Lady Darby had indeed escaped the London Season, and a small miracle occurred. Here he was, the brigand, in a nobleman’s cobbled courtyard on a winter’s night, to call a lady forth from her shadowy firelight.

    Goliath snorted, dancing on the slick stones. Gooseflesh prickled Simon’s arms. The hair at his nape rippled. I’m being watched. Hand on his sword hilt, he whirled. Naught but shadows fleeing from a shaft of moonlight.

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