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Nightingale Cover Art by  Trace Edward Zaber The thirst for deliverance and absolution are transformed into the explosive flames of a glorious undeniable, and forbidden, passion when a mysteriously charismatic masked man encounters a brilliant and handsome composer. Four lives are intertwined and nothing is as it seems. Only the ultimate sacrifice will satisfy the greedy appetite of fate. Retribution is his only hunger&ldots;Fabienne Brunetto, gifted with an angelic voice, a seventeenth century castrato of amazing talent, was brutally attacked be a jealous and twisted man, his body tortured, his throat slashed. But an agonizing death was not his destiny. His savior comes in the form of Annatoly Constantine, the immortal hand of the Phratry of Viadine, a brotherhood of fallen angels, devoted to protection, balance, and order here on earth. But Fabienne bears the scars of his terrible encounter, and his song has been extinguished forever-at least until sacrifice and a rite of redemption come to culmination. He must wait two hundred years before his hunger for deliverance can fully be sated. A wound so deep, a desire never satisfied, shame is his shield&ldots;Annatoly whom fourteen hundred years before was also a man, brutally mutilated by a conquering force, who had thirsted for first vengeance and then death. Now he is a hand of the Viadine, and protector of the Gios of Nightingales, a choir of immortal voices to soothe and heal, the Viadine's salvation. Annatoly is a mentor to each of them through the ages, always destined to lose what he loves, never able to offer fully of himself, at peace with his service. Until Carne Giraint, a gifted composer, appears in his life, making him yearn for something more, something exquisitely forbidden. A composer of gifted talent, marked by the cursed blood of his ancestors&ldots;The seventh descendent of a cursed line. Carne Giraint, a man of extraordinary talent, tapped by the Viadine to accept his destiny as immortal composer to the gios. A mortal whose greatest passion has remained unignited until he encounters a man only known to him as Maître. One night of fiery desire leaves him ravenous for the touch of Maître, a man whom he will never forget. A greedy man willing to sacrifice his soul for power and money&ldots; Dandrae, a slave to the darkness, to the Diadune, is set the task of becoming Carne's mortal lover and quashing his mystical gift for composition. There are dark forces at work as chaos clashes with order and the Diandune, those fallen who feed on the souls of disorder, seek to alter the course of Carne's, and Fabienne's, destinies   Now available from Amber Allure.     Amber Heat, the erotic imprint of Amber Quill Press   Reviews for Nightingale   Excerpt from Nightingale: ...He sensed Carne within the castle walls. Fabienne left his rooms and descended to the second floor. He stood at the top of the staircase and gazed down upon the new arrivals who had just stepped into the entrance hall. To admit Carne was not exactly as Fabienne had envisioned was an understatement. Fabienne had always retained an image of Carlo in his mind. That black-eyed swarthy figure with angry raven curls, and a brutal sneer upon his voluptuous lips. The man standing in the entrance hall was a complete antithesis of his ancestor. Carne Geraint was a fair-haired angel, with bright blue eyes and a golden complexion. A man of slender build, with refined aristocratic features. A full sensuous mouth that spoke of licentious, secret pleasures. Fabienne's cock thickened in an unseemly manner, considering who he was watching. He understood Annatoly's change after his encounter with Carne in Paris. There was a clean perfection to the man. Not a speck of dissolution in his demeanor. There was a surety to his stance, but not the vanity of a man who thinks himself better than another. Fabienne stepped down to get a closer look, unbelieving of his first assessment. He listened to the timbre of Carne's voice as he spoke with the servants. Authoritative, yet at the time respectful. Ahh, Fabienne could listen to that smooth intonation forever. Too beautiful, a natural perfection to the music of his voice. Carne glanced up, and Fabienne quickly stepped back into the shadows. He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and listened to the conversation below. Sliding to the floor, a small smile of anticipation curled his lips. Not yet. Not yet, my tasty morsel. But soon. Very soon you and I shall become acquainted. Later, he restlessly paced his room. All he could think about was Carne Geraint. His mind was filled with lusty thoughts about the man he should hate. Silently he left his apartments and made his way to the room next to the one that Carne and Dandrae inhabited. He removed the allegorical painting from the wall and through the peephole saw two naked bodies highlighted in firelight. Ah, yes. He rubbed his cock.        Reviews for Nightingale: 4.5 Stars...Beautiful dark fantasy/romance... Extremely well researched... Not a traditional romance... "...I really loved the haunting dark atmosphere of the story and its tortured heroes, and I thought the writing reflected the mood of the story very well... The author mixes the subject of castrati with her interpretation of fallen angels and I thought she created such a beautiful mythology for her story... I felt that the main players in this tale of self-sacrifice, healing and redemptive love ... to me felt both like larger than life and at the same time, like ‘real people'." –Sirius, guest reviewer, Jessewave.com