A Widow's Walk: Catherine's Dilemma

He stood there massively, leaning on the door jamb. He smelled of snow and fire and whiskey. She took a step back. He took a step forward into the room and closed the door gently behind him.

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Artful Dodging Available for Pre-Order

It’s just before Christmas, and Milo Everhart has two needlepoint stockings, a cross-stitch purse, and three canvases to finish for her clients. Waiting out the rain in a pub, she is captivated by the handsome man next to her, but blocking the road to romance are two mysterious corpses who turn up in the tower of her Torpedo Factory Art Center. As if that weren’t enough, a second crisis erupts—a proposal to gut her beloved Art Center. 

Tristram Brodie, hard-driving corporate lawyer and former Marine, is focused on his plan to convert the Torpedo Factory into a box store. He is drawn to the beautiful woman sitting next to him, but their mutual attraction will be frustrated by both the murders and his intentions. As they edge closer to love, they must find a way to overcome not only their differences but also the still-fresh memory of her late husband. 


Miss the rush on July 20 and order your copy of Artful Dodging: the Torpedo Factory Murders today!


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Monday, June 20, 2016

Big Sale at All Romance E Books

All Romance E Books is having a huge summer sale--all my books, both I Heart and The Wild Rose Press, are 25% off, so most are less than $4.00! Here's the link, then search on M. S. Spencer and all eight books come up: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/




Artful Dodging: the Torpedo Factory Murders (Pre-Order)
A Widow's Walk: Catherine's Dilemma
Dear Philomena: Love, Lust & Murder on Chincoteague Island
Exquisite Christmas: 2015 Holiday Anthology
Mai Tais & Mayhem: Murder at Mote Marine
The Mason's Mark: Love & Death in the Tower
The Penhallow Train Incident
Triptych


Friday, June 10, 2016

A Leap of Faith Comes to Tale Spinner

Welcome Nell Castle and her first Wild Rose Press romance, A Leap of Faith. Tell us about your book and how you came to write it, Nell.


I’d be happy to. Two years ago, when I made up my mind to quit deferring my dream of writing a novel, I decided to try my hand at romance. To prime the pump, I asked my friends to tell me the most romantic moments of their pasts. One of them, the person who inspired the character of my heroine, Sophia, had worked as a special events director in a major department store in northeastern Ohio. The first scene in A Leap of Faith is based on her experience of cooking pancakes for customers in a twelve-foot frying pan. She shared some poignant memories of pining over a man who was absolutely wrong for her, a man I villainized in the character of Christopher. Jackson is my own idealized creation of the perfect guy for Sophia: a spiritual man who would see past fluctuations in her weight to the beauty shining from within. The fun part was entangling the three characters in a love triangle. What woman doesn’t like the idea of two men fighting over her?

Blurb:
Special events coordinator Sophia Anton is an old-fashioned girl. She wants a family by the time she’s 30, and she’s set her sights on an old friend. She just needs to lose 40 pounds, fast. But Jackson Thomas, the handsome new minister in town, turns her head to unexpected possibilities. Trouble is, Jackson’s taken a vow of celibacy, while Sophia’s scheme to snag the “man of her dreams” is working like a charm. So why does Jackson’s face haunt her when she closes her eyes? And how can Jackson dream of a future with Sophia after he’s shut the door on love?
Ebook: 68,000 words; Print: 270 p.
Sweet (PG) Romance


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Excerpt (G): Jackson and the Kids
Jackson picked up one child after another, gently lifting the shyer ones and dangling rambunctious children by their ankles.
Sophia had never seen him so relaxed.
“He's like the Pied Piper,” Kate said in her ear.
Transfixed by Jackson and the kids, Sophia hadn't noticed Kate’s arrival.
“Too bad he's sworn off having kids. He'd be a great dad.” Kate slid plates to the back of the table as she nodded toward the minister.
Emotion clogged Sophia’s throat as she collected plates from the lower shelf. Alone at the dessert table, she felt her pulse quicken as she watched the minister, still gazing at the baby, make his way toward her. His gentle expression when he looked up from the baby made her knees weak. “You're good with babies,” she faltered. Lame.
Forgetting the awkwardness she’d felt a moment before, she cooed as the baby wrapped tiny fists in her hair. When she felt him pull her hair toward his mouth, she whispered a gentle reproof. “No, no.” She extricated her hair and planted kisses on the soft top of his head. Closing her eyes, she inhaled the scent of powder and baby lotion as she rubbed her cheek against his downy scalp. Jackson’s tall figure harbored them from the noise and commotion of the hall. Lowering her eyes as she hummed, she stole a glance at the minister.
He stood close enough for her to smell his aftershave and feel the warmth radiating from his neck. She blushed, her gaze averted until he backed away with the child. Crossing her hands over her chest, she rubbed her arms, feeling more barren with each step he took.
Kate joined her by the wall as a line formed in front of the table. “You like him, don't you?” Kate asked in a low voice.
Sophia fiddled with the hem of the apron protecting her blouse. Was Kate just fishing, or did she suspect Sophia had feelings for the minister? She swallowed hard. “He's good with kids.”
“He's good with adults too,” Kate said.
Sophia's face flamed. She studied her fingernails to avoid Kate's stare.
“So how'd the weekend go with Christopher?”
 “Fabulous.” Sophia stood next to Kate in tense silence as Franny’s guests selected plates of pie. Pulling her cell phone from the pocket of her slacks, she showed Kate her new screensaver. “Tiffany, from ladies fashions at O’Grady’s, helped me pick my outfit.”
Kate whistled. “Wow. You look like a princess.” She touched the screen, enlarging Sophia’s image and pushing Christopher into the margins.
“I rocked that dress.” Sophia’s voice was smug. They both laughed.
“So—did Christopher approve of the way you looked?” Kate handed back the phone.
Sophia looked at her feet, tapping her toe against the linoleum. “Yeah.”
After a long pause, Kate said, “'Yeah'? Can you tell me more?”
Looking up, Sophia saw Jackson had found another playmate. He held on to a little boy’s hands as he bounced the child on his knee.
The boy giggled uncontrollably, sliding side to side like a rider whose saddle was slipping off the horse.
Sophia dragged her attention back to Kate. “Christopher thought I looked beautiful.” Right now, Christopher felt very far away.
“And...?” Kate prompted.
“And, he told me how glad he was I'd come. And—we kissed,” Sophia finished.
“You kissed?” Kate’s voice was loud as ever.
Her cheeks reddening, Sophia shushed her friend.
“Are we talking about more than his usual European cheek kisses?”
Sophia nodded again.
“With tongue?” Kate wrinkled her nose and shuddered.
“We made out, okay?” Sophia whispered in vexation, drawing Kate from the table. “I’m twenty-nine years old, Kate. I’m allowed to kiss.” She glared at her friend, knowing Kate would insist on hearing the whole story. Fine, then. She may as well hear it all. “He’s broken up with April. He wants us to take our relationship to the next level.”
“The next level, huh? And what's the next level?”
She braced herself. “We’re thinking about getting married.”
Kate’s jaw dropped. “Getting married and having kids is the next level?” she sputtered. “Don't you think you're skipping a few steps? Like, maybe, dating a while? Finding out if you're compatible?”
Sophia threw back her shoulders. “We know each other inside and out. I told you I’m the only woman Christopher’s ever considered committing to. And after this weekend, he feels like he's ready.”
“Why this weekend?” Kate countered.
“Because I'm more confident. I'm willing to take chances. I'm not so eager to please as I used to be.” Sophia lifted her chin, feigning ignorance to what Kate’s question implied.
“Right. His sudden interest in you has nothing to do with you losing weight.” Kate ground her bottom lip between her teeth, shaking her head.
Clenching her fists, Sophia forced herself to keep her voice low. “I'm sure losing weight helped, okay? Is that what you want to hear? Then yes. Christopher did like the way I look. Why can’t a man admit he’s attracted to thin women?”
Kate threw her hands in the air. “What happens if you gain back the weight? Will he still want you then?”

About the Author
Nell Castle
 Nell Castle grew up in western Pennsylvania and graduated with a degree in English literature from Temple University in Philadelphia. Since then, she’s lived in Key West, Anchorage, Sarasota, and Virginia Beach. She moved back to northeastern Ohio to raise her kids closer to family but looks forward to moving to a gentler climate after her youngest graduates. Until then, she revisits white powder beaches and craggy mountain tops only in her writing. She’s submitted a new manuscript to her publisher, The Wild Rose Press, and is currently at work on a novella.


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All That We Are Comes to Tale Spinner

Please welcome Holly J. Gill and her fabulous new romance, All That We Are!



Trust Series (Book 1)
Holly J. Gill, June 1, 2016
Adult Contemporary Romance
256 p.


      
        
Holly knows that sitting behind her computer isn’t going to bring one of her romance heroes to life. And despite her matchmaking friend’s attempts, she’s still lonely, looking for her Mr. Perfect. Fairy tales happen, right?

As a bestselling author, Ashton Noir doesn’t need anyone or anything in his life other than his imagination. That is until he comes across Holly’s Promotional Services’ website. Further exposure for his books can’t hurt.

Communicating through the Internet and then phone calls, professional interests turn personal. Realizing they lack trust and confidence in different ways, can they have a future as a couple? Or are their dreams forever going to be their safe haven?



 Excerpt (G): Why Me?

Holly read through the material, thinking of promotional tactics, banners, teasers, etc., one file was full of teasers, brilliant for her to work with and design.
Shocked, she was still trying to figure out why on earth he’d turned to her for help, when he could go massive, go for the larger blogs and networking sites. Her little site was nothing compared to the larger companies he could have chosen. Why the heck did he pick me? Surely he’s after something else!
She popped back to their messages and found a reply.
Before she replied to his original message, she had to ask a question.
 Are you really Dean McClough?
 She watched him typing.
 Yes, yes I am, I am the real man himself, the man behind Jordan Hale, mastering and enjoying the female form.
 Her jaw dropped. Holy crap! She was starstruck. A large lump filled her throat; unsure how the hell she could continue the conversation without him thinking she was a freak.
 Oh!
 He typed.
 Are you okay?
 Yes…I cannot believe I am talking to Dean McClough, have you anything to prove you really are him? Sorry, but I cannot believe it is really him, you are him, my words are messed up…lol.
 She hit send not having a clue how he’d react or what he planned to show her to prove he was him.
 Okay…just give me one second…would my office and pictures on my wall do the job? Never done this before…lol
 Yes, that is fine…I think!
 She waited a few seconds, to see a picture uploading. The picture arrived, and there was his office, laptop, notes, his books, pens, pictures framed on the wall of his front covers, and to finalize, their conversation on his laptop. Stunned, speechless… He was a typical author, notes and research all over the place. She laughed and then sucked in a deep breath, releasing it slowly. She shook her head, going through so many emotions, her tummy tied in knots, not believing a bestseller was on his laptop talking to her. It didn’t make sense.
He typed.
 Was that okay?
 Yes, thank you, just shocked that you’re talking to me…why?






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About the Author
A wife and a mum to three grown up children and recently became a nana to twins and lives in the UK. Holly J. Gill is an author of contemporary romance, exploring many new channels, paranormal, action, sweet, erotic, wherever her imagination takes her. Holly has been writing since being a young girl, having characters talking to her constantly, and longing to get their stories written. Finally, her dream came true over two years ago, when getting her first contract with Secret Cravings Publishing for her erotic Desires series unfortunately they closed their doors, leaving Holly to go Indie. In Holly’s spare time she loves spending quality time with her family, camping with hubby, seeing friends, listening to music, watching movies and travelling around England visiting the beautiful countryside.

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Thursday, June 9, 2016

A Man, a Woman, and a Bear

Want to find out how a big old black bear can stir a human’s libido? Read it here at Beverley Bateman’s site:

Here’s the blurb: 

Catherine Killean is a woman on a mission. When her new husband disappears, leaving a suicide note, she is determined to find out why. She follows his tracks first to the North Woods of Maine, then to Florida, and back again to Maine. Along the way, she meets the tall, dark, gruff Holden Taggart, a Maine guide.

In her doubt and loneliness she is drawn to Holden, leaving her confused and adrift. What will happen when her questions about Jonathan are finally answered? Will old loyalty or new love triumph?

In this new excerpt, Catherine gets up close and personal with a bear and Holden comforts her in my new romantic suspense, A Widow’s Walk: Catherine’s Dilemma, available at all fine online book stores in ebook and print-on-demand. Get your copy now! 


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