Whirlwind Romance

A rush of emotion dropped a veil over all but the tiny world of the two people in seats 11A and 11B, in a jet plane floating somewhere over the Atlantic, in a still moment in time.

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

On a Roll: Today's 5 Stars go to Triptych

Five stars ***** for Triptych, a tale of lost artworks, jealousy, sex, larceny and genius set high above the mighty Potomac.  Laura Thomas at FUONLYKNEW says this about the story: “Filled with pictorial surroundings and down to earth characters, Triptych is a grand adventure with a sensual bouquet of women looking for love.”
http://fuonlyknew.com/2013/07/30/the-spotlight-is-on-m-s-spencer-and-triptych/

Friday, July 26, 2013

Five Beating Hearts for Lapses of Memory!

Hurray! Five hearts and a Recommended Read for Lapses of Memory from Smile Somebody Loves You! They loved it! Here’s a quote:

“I just loved Sydney, she was hilarious, full of life, adventurous, loving, protective, passionate, competitive.”  Read the whole review here:
http://wp.me/p38Iym-SA  OR

http://sslyblog.wordpress.com/2013/07/26/review-lapses-of-memory-ms-spencer/

Thanks and Goodbye to Karen Cote

Marketing for Romance Writers is one of the best--no, the best--resource for writers out there. The brainchild (or perhaps brainquintuplet) of Kayelle Allen, she had the good sense to find doppelgangers to help her make this organization the success it is. One of those people is Karen Cote. Karen has been a marvel, an engine of enthusiasm, a workaholic who made the lives of all MFRW members happier and more prosperous, and now she's leaving us. And not for any good reason--I mean, really, to spend time with her children? To write? Is that any excuse? I think not. JK Karen--good luck and have fun and thanks for everything.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Happy Hump Day--Welcome to the Summertime Hop

 Okay, so summer in Florida is not a time to chill, but if you’re on a key there’s always a breeze to lift the humidity and blow it in your face. Still, I love it here—so much so that I set Mai Tais and Mayhem: Murder at Mote Marine, my romantic suspense/murder mystery, here on the Gulf Coast. Mote Marine Laboratory, founded by the Shark Lady, Eugenie Clark, is a world-renowned oceanographic research facility, plus it has a neat caviar production program and a sea turtle rehabilitation hospital.  It’s a wonderful place to visit—the aquarium draws many families and school groups.
Photos of Mote Marine Aquarium, Sarasota
 
This photo of Mote Marine Aquarium is courtesy of TripAdvisor


Of course, this doesn't usually happen there:

The alarm woke her at seven. Tessa threw on the Mote polo shirt and black golf skort she’d laid out the night before, grabbed the bagel and can of V8 she’d left on the counter, and shot down Gulf of Mexico Drive as the sun came up. The road for once was deserted and she could revel in the breeze blowing her long black hair and the scent of frangipani in the air. The soft gray sky held only a hint of the deep blue to come later, and the gulf lay becalmed by the evaporating night. She sang a country song as she drove. In her bones she knew this would be a glorious day, the first in a long time where she felt free of any guilt or sadness. If only she could whistle. If only I could carry a tune.
She parked in the aquarium lot and walked across to the Goldstein Center. Pulling out the key Pilchard had given her, she let herself in by the ticket booth. Pale, blurry light seeped in through the plastic sheeted tanks to her right. She went up the stairs and around the gift shop to the dolphin pool, rattling doors as she went. All was quiet and locked. A snort came from the pool. One of the dolphins raised his head and peered at her before diving back down.
Looks okay here. She checked her watch. Eight-twenty. The support staff should be arriving soon to open the gift shop and ticket counter. She walked back down the stairs. The turtle tanks lay to her right—two large shallow pools that at present held four sea turtles, one leatherback—Fred—two green turtles, and a loggerhead. She leaned over Fred’s tank. “Fred,” she called, “how are you? Feeling better?”
A black mass floated at the other end of the pool. Oh dear, I hope he’s not still sick. Worried, she skirted the other tank and ducked under the gate. The mass didn’t move. “Fred?” She reached out a hand to touch his shell and instead encountered something soft and mushy. “Fred?”
At that moment the overhead light flashed on. She swung around. From the hall came the voice of Henry Stillwater, the coordinator of the dolphin training program. “Who’s there?”
“It’s Tessa. Tessa Diamond. I’m the volunteer. I was checking on Fred, but something’s wrong.”
“What?”
Tessa turned around to look into the pool again and screamed.


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Monday, July 22, 2013

A New Excerpt from Lapses of Memory: Introducing Walker

I thought it would be nice to introduce some of the other characters in Lapses of Memory. Today it’s Walker, who takes the grieving Sydney under his wing.

EXCERPT (G):  The Good Friend

He helped her into his car. “You still up for dinner at Luigi’s?”
“Are you kidding? I’m famished. This second trimester is making up for everything I upchucked in the first.”
“What a pretty picture. You’ve certainly become more graphic in your speech with this pregnancy, Sydney. It’s a wonder you even can blush.”
The maitre d’ saw them coming and had bread and butter on the table before they even sat down.
“Thank you, Luigi. How thoughtful of you.”
Luigi winked at Walker. “After this, your fourth visit to Luigi’s, I know that madame needs sustenance right away. The veal piccata as usual?”
“Yes, please.”
Walker ordered a salad. Finishing it quickly, he sat back to watch Sydney eat, an affectionate smile teetering on his lips. An hour later she scraped the last droplet of chocolate icing from her plate and patted her bulging stomach. “That was delicious. Thank you, Walker.”
“I’m glad I can be here for you.”
Sydney fought her heavy eyelids back to the open position. “Speaking of, when do you have to go back to Turkey? You’ve been here over four months—I thought you were only assigned here temporarily.”
“Oh,” he said carelessly, “you know the military. Everything takes longer than they expect. Which brings me to tonight’s topic.”
Hmmm? I didn’t see an agenda. Don’t we have to approve the minutes first?”
“Waived.” He pushed the candle aside and bent toward her. “Sydney? I’ve asked for a permanent transfer to the Pentagon.”
“Oh?”
“They’ve tentatively agreed, but require proof that the grounds I gave are justified.”
Sydney stifled a yawn. It’s after nine o’clock for heaven’s sakes. I wish he’d get on with this. She thought of the hot bath waiting at home and forced a smile. “And what’s that?”
“That…that…” He pushed something toward her. Her eyes dropped to a small velvet box. “…that I’m getting married.”
Without thinking she opened it. Long seconds clicked by. Sydney stared at the ring. Walker stared at her. The couple at the next table stared at them both. The waiter passed by their table and stopped to stare. Finally Sydney took a sip of water and whispered, “Oh, my.”
No one seemed particularly impressed with this response. The waiter raised his hand as if to suggest a more appropriate reply and the woman at the next table whispered loudly to her companion. Sydney caught the words milk and cow.
As she opened her mouth again, praying that something sensible would issue from it, Walker as usual let her off the hook. “Look, take your time. I just thought…” He raised his hand to signal for the check and almost took the waiter’s eye out.
“I…I…” She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t answer him. Not yet.
They left a small crowd glaring at their retreating backs and muttering disgruntled objections. Walker drove her to her house in silence and left her at the door.
Sydney stumbled inside and collapsed on the couch. Something hard gouged into her hip. She pulled out the box. The diamond was quite large, the setting very simple. It is a beautiful ring. A long lost memory rose like Venus from the sea, a memory of a plastic ring with a large pink crystal. Elian had found it on the beach in Tangier. He’d tried to give it to her but she’d run off laughing. When he caught up with her she had puffed, “I’ll wait for a real diamond,” and pushed his hand away.
Elian had tossed the child’s ring down and mumbled, “Okay.”

Should I have taken the toy? Something told her she’d still be wearing it. And I’d never be able to move on. No. She picked up Walker’s offering and slipped it on. Mrs. Walker Adams. The Adams family. Party of three. It just might work.

For more Walker, pick up Lapses of Memory here:



Tuesday, July 16, 2013

New and Improved Blurb for Lapses of Memory


I've been fiddling with the blurb for Lapses of Memory--since it really is two stories in one it's a bit difficult to give equal weight to each romance without getting too far into the weeds. Here's my new blurb--I'd appreciate comments! 

Lapses of Memory is a novel in which two romances intertwine as a mother recounts her life-long love affair while her daughter juggles two lovers.  The story follows the exploits of rival journalists Sydney Bellek and Elian Davies as they travel the globe reporting on world catastrophes. In one encounter they find themselves embroiled in the revolution in Iran. A few years later, attempting to scoop each other on the Lebanese Civil War, they’re kidnapped and only barely escape. Their love is reignited each time they meet, but in the long years following each encounter Sydney forgets him. For his part, Elian knows from the age of seven that they are meant for each other. Only after surviving wars, revolutions, and years of separation does she realize they are meant for each other, but in a twist of fate it is now Elian who has forgotten her. Will he regain his memory and remember her or will their new love be enough to replace the old one?

M
eanwhile,  their daughter Olivia must deal with her own dilemma—how to choose between the rich and dashing Frenchman Remy de Beaumec who wants to take her around the world, and the steady, quiet American Benjamin Knox who only wants to make her happy. Sydney watches, waits, and hopes her daughter will make the right choice.

Interested? Here are the buy links: 

Monday, July 8, 2013

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Surprise! Lapses of Memory is at Romance Lives Forever Today

Surprise appearance today! I’m featured at Romance Lives Forever, showing off the beautiful, mysterious cover and talking about my new romance action/adventure Lapses of Memory. See it here: http://romancelivesforever.blogspot.com/2013/07/cover-love-lapses-of-memory.html