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.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

My Books on the P&E Poll--vote early & often

The Mason's Mark is tied for #3 at the thrillers category of the Preditors and Editors poll--if you have a chance to vote for me, that would be SWELL!!! Here's the link: Critters Writers Workshop - P&E Readers Poll

Whirlwind Romance is also on the Romance category list at #13: http://critters.org/predpoll/tally_novelr.html

Please vote! Thanks so much.

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Whirlwind Romance Now In Print

What a Christmas present! Now you can buy Whirlwind Romance in a beautiful print paperback. Here's the link: http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=934&zenid=gjdptbijg85na2lgqb91e5o3r0
or you can buy from Create Space here:  https://www.createspace.com/5194543 or
   Perfect as a gift for that someone who didn't get everything they wanted for Christmas.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

New Release: Mickie Sherwood & Christmas Crush

Please welcome Mickie Sherwood and her oh-so-timely release, Christmas Crush. Mickie, would you take a moment to tell us about yourself?
Happy to. I'm an author and a novice photographer. Using my
backyard as the backdrop for my inspiration, I love taking pictures of
nature. My love of photography incites my creativity for writing. Spending
time with my family and on cruise vacations also stokes my imagination.
With all of my combined interests, fascinating characters and intriguing
circumstances can develop.

I also enjoy a good laugh. Revel in the humorous stories I share about life at my blog—Mickie's Mutterings.
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We sure will. Now can you tell us about your sweet, inspirational new romance, Christmas Crush?

Here goes.
Although Ashley Wagner feels more like Scrooge than Santa, she keeps her promise and accompanies her sister back home for a Christmas wedding. Her three-day weekend is off to a rocky start, thanks to the unexpected run-in with her womanizing ex-husband, and his very pregnant new wife. She manages to get away with her dignity intact, but later, with old wounds ripped open, the professional crisis manager ends up in the middle of her own life-altering predicament.
Then, sports journalist Craig Johnston, wheels to her rescue.
Will Ashley spend Christmas brooding over bitter memories? Or will Craig, a dynamic paraplegic, present the deserving divorcée with a gift she can't resist?

Excerpt (G):
Driven to perfect his sports news piece, Craig glanced from his laptop to the telephone when it rang. In a way, he was glad for the interruption. The knot in his neck said he’d been hard at work for hours. “Yeah?”
“There are two ladies here to see you.” The female voice on the phone advised.
Since the station operated on a skeleton crew because of the holiday, the call was from the security officer in the building’s lobby. Adjusting the rolled up sleeve of his white shirt, he asked, surprised, “Visitors to the station on Christmas Eve, Donna?”
“They say it’s about this morning.”
Those words commandeered his attention. “This morning?” He slapped down the cuff of both sleeves. “I’m on my way.” Quickly, he buttoned them, pushed back from the desk, then rushed from the office. His door shut with a bang. Craig took the hallway to the elevators, almost running down a co-worker when he turned the corner.
“Hey! Where’s the fire, Craig?”
“Sorry,” was all he had time to say as he continued on his way.
The elevator seemed to take a long time to arrive. Finally, the doors opened, and he dashed to board.
Memories flooded back to him on the ride down. Craig remembered how he recognized the woman was in trouble. Her luminous eyes held a faraway look. Nevertheless, in no way did that obscure their charismatic beauty. He reminisced about the cottony soft skin of the hand he held.
The elevator bell dinged.
Abruptly, he was a bundle of nerves. Big, strong, athletic sportsman, Craig Johnston experienced something he hadn’t in years—immediate infatuation—for a stranger, no less.
Chances of a slow reveal past as the security officer beckoned in his direction. The two pivoted together. Their resemblance was so remarkable. Although one appeared slightly older, he surmised a familial relationship. The younger one failed in her attempt to hide what he assumed was pity and alarm. His wheelchair probably caused her reaction. The woman he rescued never batted an eye of surprise. To his amazement, he watched her stroll over. A majestic smile curved her luscious-looking lips.
“I’m Ashley Wagner.” She extended her hands to him. “I believe you’re the one I should thank for being so kind to me this morning.”
Taking her outstretched hands, Craig looked at her. No longer in a rush, he took time to analyze Ashley. A feeling, akin to this morning’s enchantment, zapped him. “Are you all right?”
At that point, Ashley’s action mystified him. Craig watched her close her eyes. But, she never removed her hands from his fingers.
“Ask me that question again,” she urged.
Baffled, he obliged. “Are you all right?”
"That voice." Her eyes reopened. They seemed to shower him with a joyful gaze. "I would recognize that chivalrous rumble anywhere." Ashley squeezed his hands as if to impart power to her gratitude. "It is you."

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Find Mickie here:
Blurbs in Bloom: www.blurbsinbloom.com

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Just in Time for Christmas!

Just in time for Christmas! Old Town Alexandria at Christmastime—snow, lights, romance…and murder.

I’d like to introduce you to Milo Everhart and her merry band of artists. Milo makes beautiful needlepoint and her friend Tekla Spirikova makes large metal cones. Together they fight City Hall (literally) when it wants to give their beloved Torpedo Factory Art Center away. Things get complicated when their greatest adversary turns out to be the man Milo loves, and even more complicated when too many murder victims turn up. Read all about it in:
Artful Dodging: The Torpedo Factory Murders
Secret Cravings Publishing (2012)
Available in eBook and Print; M/F; 2 flames
Romantic Suspense/Murder Mystery


Blurb:

Waiting out the rain, Milo Everhart takes stock of her widowhood and the handsome man standing in the door to the bar.  Little does she know she will meet that man again and again under both passionate and terrifying circumstances.

Tristram Brody waits for his date, too conscious of the beautiful woman sitting by the door. Little does he know that she will hate him for trying to destroy her beloved art center, and even suspect him of murder. Nor that she will be drawn inevitably into his arms.

Little does either of them suspect they will be embroiled in not one, but two murders, in which the fate of the Torpedo Factory, an art center housed in an old munitions factory on the waterfront in Old Town Alexandria, will be decided.

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EXCERPT (PG): The First Meeting

The bartender backed out past the man, who made no move to get out of his way. Milo frowned. The fellow appeared oblivious to the fact that his position inconvenienced everyone. At first she’d assumed he was waiting out the rain, but his body language said expectant. Every minute or so he’d poke his head out and look up and down King Street.
For lack of anything more exciting to do, she fell to observing him. The top of his head brushed the door jamb, making him about six feet three inches. His bulk didn’t jibe with his height though. She guessed him to weigh in at maybe 175 pounds stripped. He was undeniably her type—lean, trim, tall, clean-shaven—none of that painted-on five-o’clock shadow male celebrities sported nowadays. And old enough for once. Maybe forty? She could only see his profile at the moment, which revealed thick black hair curling over his ears, slices of silver gray relieving the dark waves at the temple, a straight nose, moderately rosy—from drink? Or the cold?and a forceful chin. Without warning he pivoted and Milo caught the full impact of a deeply masculine face right in the kisser. Whew. Even with the Armani suit, definitely not gay.
He tapped a highly polished Gucci loafer with impatience and pulled out a pocket watch. By this time Milo had dropped all pretence and openly scrutinized her subject. He thrust the watch back in his pocket with a scowl and spun around toward the bar, almost colliding with Tony. He took Milo’s glass from the startled bartender. “Thanks, just what the doctor ordered.”
Milo began to rise in protest. Tony looked at her and the man followed his gaze in surprise. He held up the whiskey. “Er, I take it this isn’t for me?”
Milo tried to come up with a flip response but his rich baritone rattled her. Tony stepped between them. “Yes, Sir, that drink belongs to the lady. May I get you something?”
The man didn’t answer. He stared at Milo more or less the way she was staring at him. Flustered, she plopped back down on the narrow bench, barely avoiding an embarrassing slide to the floor. He continued to stare. She resisted the impulse to pat her short fawn-colored ringlets which always appeared tousled no matter what she did, and blinked. He blinked back. Finally she blurted out, “Would you care to join me?”
He shook his head as though to clear it and replied, “Thank you. Forgive me—I’ve never seen such lovely eyes…I mean, eyes that color…I mean…sorry, what would you call them? Mahogany? Bronze?” His admiring gaze did wonders for Milo’s discomfiture and her mood took a decided uptick.
“I just call them brown. But thank you.”
 “I’m sorry about purloining your drink. Can I buy you a freshener in restitution?” 
“Okay. Did you want to sit down?”
“I’d better not. I’m waiting for someone.”
“Oh.” His plight, though not unexpected, depressed her. Of course Armani man had a date. He probably always has a date, even during Lent.
Tony brought another glass. The man paid him, then hesitated as though considering. “You know, she is awfully late. Since you’re right in the window seat with a commanding view of the entrance, may I change my mind and sit here until she arrives?”
Ulp. “Not at all.” Good—got that out without stuttering.
“Thanks.” He pulled a low barrel stool next to the bench and clinked her glass. “Cheers.”
 They sipped their whiskies in companionable silence. The rain pummeled both the sidewalk and the pedestrians with barely concealed antagonism. Milo decided her heart had settled down sufficiently to ensure a quaver-free sentence. “I’m Milo Everhart.” And I’m Gorgeous George. You don’t mind if I seduce you, do you? No, wait—he didn’t say that. I did. Hopefully in my head. “Um, I didn’t catch your name?”
“Tristram Brodie. Pleased to meet you.”


Friday, December 12, 2014

Super Sale on Secret Cravings Paperbacks



Just in time for Christmas!

Huge sale on all my paperback books at Secret Cravings Publishing December 14 and 15. Hurry while supplies last!

Be sure to use the code BV5JK96G at checkout to buy:

Losers Keepers





Triptych



Artful Dodging: the Torpedo Factory Murders


Mai Tais and Mayhem


Lapses of Memory


or 

The Mason's Mark: Love and Death in the Tower 


HAVE A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS AND MAY YOU HAVE PLENTY OF TIME TO READ!

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

A Christmas sort of poem

Those of you who are weird enough to appreciate my poetry check the latest out at the tag poetry. Work in progress of course.

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Now Available at Barnes and Noble--Still Free

A Holiday Anthology (Volume Two)

A Collection of Winter Holiday Tales

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Please join us in reading this fantastically diverse FREE collection of stories to warm
your heart while you wait for the kids, the oven to buzz, on a
15-minute break from work, or when you just need to hide for ten minutes
from everyone! Every story is PG,but a few have a hint of zing.

The calendar on the wall says 2014 but the holidays are a magical time where anything is possible when it comes to romance. Prepare to travel through snow or to a tropical setting with a little dash of fantasy sprinkled in to make your holiday reading enjoyable. This heart-warming collection of all new, very short stories is our way of saying happy holidays to you.

My contribution, Che Gelida Manina is a sweet,  romantic story of how love can come a second time around—if you let it.


Blurb
Che Gelida Manina by M. S. Spencer

Grace is devastated by the loss of her husband—the most romantic person she has ever known—and is determined to avoid any contact with the things they had loved. She refuses to walk her beloved beach, or light candles under the stars, or listen to his favorite opera, La Bohème.

When she meets Edward, she insists that he abide by her wishes. He does without argument, but as the weeks go by, she begins to wonder if she's made a mistake. Will she let the chance of an unexpected happiness slip through her fingers? Will Edward?





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THE GIFT OF TIME by Rose Anderson
Rose is a multi-published, award-winning author and dilettante who loves great conversation and discovering interesting things to weave into stories. She lives with her family and small menagerie amid oak groves and prairie in the rolling glacial hills of the upper Midwest.
Possessing an active imagination, she writes everything from children’s stories to historical non-fiction.

FRANKIE'S WISH by Jennifer Garcia
Jennifer believes in writing love stories that connect families and touch hearts. Her first novel, My Mr. Manny,was released August 2013 and her first novella, In My Mother’s Footsteps, was released July 2013.

A KISS AT MIDNIGHT by Lily Bishop
Lily Bishop lives in South Carolina with her husband and two children. She writes contemporary romance and romantic suspense, and has published two books in the City Lights series, No Strings Attached and Under His Protection. She is working on the third book now.

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER by Dee Ann Palmer
In every age the heart loves, and Dee Ann Palmer's romances reflect those eras in fantasy, historic, contemporary and futuristic tales. The award winning Palmer is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America and belongs to the Los Angeles chapter of Sisters in Crime.

MARJA'S VICTORY by Barb Caffrey
Barb Caffrey is a writer, editor, book reviewer and musician from the Midwest. She is the author of the humorous urban fantasy/romance AN ELFY ON THE LOOSE, and is the co-author of the Adventures of Joey Maverick series (with late husband Michael B. Caffrey).

CHRISTMAS TRADITIONS by Beverley Bateman
Beverley Bateman is a Canadian author of several books who loves traveling, good wine and a mystery. She lives with her husband and two Shiba Inu dogs among vineyards and orchards set in lake country and surrounded by mountains – beaches, swimming and skiing.


GINGERBREAD DREAMS by Victoria Adams
Victoria Adams is a romance writer, dividing her writing between contemporary romance and New Adult contemporary romance. She lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and kitten, Licorice. She likes to study Raqs Sharqi (Egyptian belly dance), garden, and bake.

CHE GELIDA MANINA by M. S. Spencer
Although she has lived or traveled in every continent except Antarctica and Australia (bucket list), M. S. Spencer has spent the last thirty years mostly in Washington, D.C. as a librarian, Congressional staff assistant, speechwriter, editor, birdwatcher, kayaker, policy wonk, non-profit director and parent. She has two fabulous grown children, and currently divides her time between the Gulf coast of Florida and a tiny village in Maine. Ms. Spencer has published nine romantic suspense novels.

ROMANCE VALLEY by Kaye Spencer
Native Coloradan Kaye Spencer writes romances from her basement hovel in a small, rural town in the far southeastern corner of Colorado—no mountains in sight—just prairie dogs, buffalo grass, and glorious prairie sunsets. While drawn to cowboys and the Old West, all genres are within her story-crafting realm. Retired from a long career in public education that included teaching through a community college outreach program, Kaye is enjoying being a full-time writer and spoiler of grandchildren. Kaye is also afflicted with ACD—Accumulative Cat Disorder—with no cure in sight.

THE CHRISTMAS EVE GIFT by Janis Susan May
Janis is a seventh-generation Texan and a third-generation wordsmith who writes mysteries as Janis Patterson, romances and other things as Janis Susan May, children’s books as Janis Susan Patterson and scholarly works and non-fiction as J.S.M. Patterson.
Janis and her husband live in Texas with an assortment of rescued furbabies.

TROPICAL CHRISTMAS by Gemma Juliana
Gemma Juliana is a multi-published author who lives in an enchanted cottage in north Texas with her handsome hero, teen son and a comical dog. She loves making new friends and hearing from readers. Exotic coffee and chocolate fuel her creativity.

A KISS AND A PROMISE by Lyndi Lamont
Lyndi Lamont is the racy alter ego of author Linda McLaughlin, who writes historical and Regency Romance. Since becoming Lyndi Lamont, she has discovered that writing sexy romance is a license to be naughty, at least between the pages of a book.

A COWBOY'S HOLIDAY by E. Ayers
E. Ayers is a multi-published and best-selling author of western and contemporary romances. Her books are never too sweet or too hot. She writes down the middle.

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Friday, December 5, 2014

December Issue of Cravings

The December issue of Cravings Magazine is here! Read the first chapter of Whirlwind Romance, plus extras like my recipe for Sumac Jelly in the feature Culinary Cravings AND a five-star review for my Chincoteague romance, Losers Keepers. Enjoy the whole issue here:
http://cravingsmagazine.weebly.com/december-2014-cravings-e-zine.html

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Exquisite Quills Presents a Holiday Anthology--FREE!


Happy Holidays Everyone! The wonderful authors at Exquisite Quills have produced an anthology of holiday stories—including mine. Che Gelida Manina is a sweet,  romantic story of how love can come a second time around—if you let it.

Grace is devastated by the loss of her husband—the most romantic person she has ever known—and is determined to avoid any contact with the things they had loved. She refuses to walk her beloved beach, or light candles under the stars, or listen to his favorite opera, La Bohème.
When she meets Edward, she insists that he abide by her wishes. He does without argument, but as the weeks go by, she begins to wonder if she's made a mistake. Will she let the chance of an unexpected happiness slip through her fingers? Will Edward?

Che Gelida Manina is a sweet,  romantic story of how love can come a second time around—if you let it.
Grace is devastated by the loss of her husband—the most romantic person she has ever known—and is determined to avoid any contact with the things they had loved. She refuses to walk her beloved beach, or light candles under the stars, or listen to his favorite opera, La Bohème.
When she meets Edward, she insists that he abide by her wishes. He does without argument, but as the weeks go by, she begins to wonder if she's made a mistake. Will she let the chance of an unexpected happiness slip through her fingers? Will Edward?

This anthology is available NOW and for FREE at Smashwords. It will soon be available at Barnes and Noble. It features stories by your favorite writers—Rose Anderson, Jennifer Garcia, E. Ayers, Lyndi Lamont, Lily Bishop, Dee Ann Palmer, Gemma Juliana, Janis Susan May, Kaye Spencer, Barb Caffrey, Beverley Bateman, Victoria Adams…and ME, M. S. Spencer. Best of all, it's FREE! Just click on the link below to get your copy. We recommend a comfy sofa, a fire, and a hot beverage to go with.

View the trailer here: 


Saturday, November 29, 2014

At Redz World Today Chilling & Giving Thanks

We're all thankful for something in our lives. I am thankful for family, friends and health. But I'm also so grateful that I am able to live in Florida. I write about the myriad fascinating sounds of Florida in this Thanksgiving blog at Redzworld today:
http://redzworld.blogspot.com/2014/11/ms-spencer-thankful-blog.html

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Happy Thanksgiving from Florida!



Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday—revolving as it does around food and family (and football and beer). It helps that it can be celebrated in any climate or country—unlike the 4th of July or Christmas. I've enjoyed many a Thanksgiving in New England, buried under red and gold leaves, roasting chestnuts, and drinking hot buttered rum before a flickering fire. I've also (more recently) spent Thanksgiving in sunny Florida.

I have come to cherish Florida—its colors, its sounds, its people, its extraordinary history, its varied geography. But today, for Thanksgiving, I'd like to focus on the sounds of Florida and why they make it so special.

Most of Florida's sounds come from nature, but not all. My island, a flat barrier key twelve miles long, is a mecca for cyclists. Every morning long lines of them race along the single highway. I can hear them coming behind me—a few shouts as they encourage each other, a thrumming of pedals revolving, and then the whoosh as the fleet passes, speeding on.

Offering its share of sounds, the Gulf of Mexico lies steps from my home. My favorite is the snap, crackle, pop seashells at low tide make when the waves flood over them. Then, if you listen closely as the wave recedes, you can hear the thrip thrip of dozens of coquinas as they bury themselves in the sand. Chasing after them, bills pistoning in and out, are the sanderlings and plovers, their high-pitched chittering filling the air. Above them comes the euphoric shriek when a tern snags a silvery minnow for his lady love.

Some days the din of  bird cries can be deafening—the crank of the great blue heron flying low across the sand to land with a fluffing of feathers, the squawk of laughing gulls, and the chip chip of an osprey, his call resembling more that of a toddler searching for his mother than a merciless raptor.

In the bayous of the island you can hear the booming rap-a-tap-tap of the pileated woodpecker long before you see him, and the raucous squeals of a black-headed parrot troupe infesting a sabal palm. A soft whuffing from a canal tells you a manatee has risen from his feast of turtle grass for a breath of air. Then there's the splash of mullet leaping high out of the water for no one knows what reason—followed by the splat as they strike the surface.

Here in Florida even the plants talk. We have many palms—sabal, coconut, Chinese thatch, silver, Royal, Queen. Their fronds continuously die and slough off—making a walk in a palm forest a symphony of cracks and rustles, as the brown fronds slide down the trunks to make way for the new leaves. As they fall, they send thousands of brown and green anoles skittering into the underbrush.

Behind my house is a mangrove swamp, which teems with muggy sound—whistling tree frogs, scrabbling mangrove crabs, the slurp of  fiddler crabs as they are sucked back into the mud. The eeriest music comes from the mangroves themselves as they bend and scrape each other when the tide comes in. In the quiet you can sometimes hear the tap tap of an ibis or a yellow-crowned night heron stepping delicately among the red mangrove roots to catch tiny fish.

The sounds of Florida are both exotic and comforting. They remind me of the crazy diversity of life on this planet, and the joy that all God's creatures have in the gift of that life. For these, as for my own life and family, I am thankful.


Wednesday, November 26, 2014

My Books on Pinterest

Check out the page MY BOOKS for links to my Pinterest boards for each book!

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

The Lord of Fire Descends--Flossie Benton Rogers' New Paranormal Romance

She’d catch the demon tonight if it killed her.


Thus spake Garnet McAnna, heroine of Flossie Benton Rogers new installment in the acclaimed paranormal series, Wytchfae.

Please welcome my friend and wonderful author, Flossie Benton Rogers! Not only does she want to talk about her new book, but she is giving away a $25 Amazon gift certificate, a signed copy of Dark Lords, and three Lord of Fire ebooks! Enter the Rafflecopter for a chance to win.

Hi! Flossie Benton Rogers here. Your website is lovely, and I appreciate your poetry so much. Thank you for featuring Lord of Fire today. First, I thought we’d take a look at the Wytchfae world that permeates each book in the series, as well as examine the definition of a Wytchfae.

The World of Wytchfae: Closer to us than a hair’s breadth are the realms encountered in the Wytchfae series of paranormal romance / urban fantasy novels. These mysterious places are populated with faeries, witches, demons, angels, goddesses, dark guardians, ghosts and other magical beings. The beings dwell in multiple dimensions parallel to our own earth dimension. Some of the worlds are welcoming, others dangerous and forbidding. Through the darkest night and the fright of unchained chaos, love will always shine.

Wytchfae: A Wytchfae is a trained witch who has at least a drop of fae or faery blood thrumming through her veins. This bloodline back to ancient Celtic times heightens her powers over what mere training can do. A Wytchfae resides on the human earth plane but sometimes has occasion to travel back and forth in time and also to visit the Underworld and other parallel dimensions. A man can be a witch and have fae blood but is not called a Wytchfae. He is usually called a male witch, warlock or sorcerer. Different Wytchfae have different skills and various levels of power. Garnet McAnna, the Wytchfae heroine in Lord of Fire, has great tracking ability but also likes to play with knives and guns.

Fascinating, Flossie. Would you tell us a bit about your new release, Lord of Fire – Wytchfae 5?

Sure!

When The Hawk meets his Wytchfae, the result is spontaneous combustion.

Garnet McAnna chases the demon responsible for attacking and enslaving innocent fae familiars. She never expected to run headlong into a mesmerizing stranger known as The Hawk. Nor did she anticipate the way his masculine power kindles a womanly flame within her.

Exiled from an elite warrior's brigade, Lord of Fire Gabriel Hawk guards his heart and his solitude. He wants nothing to do with the world of men or the realm of fae. Then a beautiful Wytchfae bursts into his life, stirring desire and sparking need. Garnet is on a dangerous mission, and he can't let her face the evil alone. What else can he do but fight beside her? When she disappears, he raises hell to find her. Will he be too late? Will darkness conquer this couple or will love burn their souls into one?

Excerpt (PG)

Wanting to disturb his personal space as little as possible, she breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of an ice-blue button down dress shirt on a hanger. It fell to her knees but covered all the pertinent areas rather like a robe. It would do fine.

Only after buttoning it did she catch the smell that lingered on the shirt—his scent—lime and the clean outdoors with an undertone of erotic male. He had worn it recently. Her nipples puckered. Damn, she wasn’t used to having such an immediate attraction to a man.

Stuffing her mutilated clothes into the bathroom trash, she was standing at the counter refilling her cup with coffee when he returned.

His gaze raked down her legs to her bare feet and then swept back up to meld with hers.
An electrical spark surged between them.

He moved closer. The heat he generated encircled her, making her ultra-aware of her body and the sinfully handsome male standing beside her. His nearness had a hypnotic effect on her.

His fingertips tugged at the collar of the shirt she wore. “You’ve taken a bath.”

“A quick wash. I hope you don’t mind…I borrowed…” The breath left her.

“I don’t mind.” His voice slid like rough silk over her skin, brushing the nerve endings into action.
She should take her coffee and sit down, but her legs refused to move.

A warm finger traced the curve of her chin. “No more smudges.” His fleeting smile melted something in the region of her heart.

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About the Author:

Flossie Benton Rogers is the author of the Wytchfae paranormal romance series. She is Sagittarius with a Libra ascendant and Taurus moon, or a fifth-generation Floridian and freedom loving mystic. She pursues her passion for mythology by writing romances about mysterious magical beings. A former teacher and library director, she enjoys spending her time with family and friends, and seeking out new stories to uplift and entertain.

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Saturday, November 15, 2014

CORRECTION

Oops! Senior moment... While my SECOND review for Whirlwind Romance, from Roses and Thorns, is a keeper, I can't forget to mention my FIRST review, from Night Owl Reviews. Here's a quote:

"M.S. Spencer sweeps in and delivers a unique romantic story that jumps [straight] in to the action and never lets up. Lacey Delahaye is definitely not the average heroine in a typical romance, however she quickly won me over in this suspenseful adventure. After all how can you not be impressed by a woman who heads out into the Florida wilderness during a hurricane. Armand is like a fairy tale prince come to life, only with real flaws and virtues. His speech pattern was endearing and I could "listen" to him for hours. I enjoyed the accompanying information with this story as I love learning about new things. If you are looking for an entertaining romantic suspense with some fantastic characters then this is a great choice."

I am looking forward to a third, unless there's one already lurking out there...

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Archangel

6/14/07
Archangel
Michael
Michael
Archangel
Thief
I look at the cloud-scudded skies and see shadows
Of heavy wings
Slowly beating away from me
The face is turned away
You go to greet Lilith the first wife of Adam
Then you turn back to me
Your wing-tipped hand slowly rises
As you take hers
And sink back into Hell.

A tiny flame flickers at the spot
And is gone.
What is that?
A booming laugh from heaven
God is satisfied that
I am inconsolable.


Tuesday, November 11, 2014

First Review for Whirlwind Romance--Five stars

Check out my five star review for Whirlwind Romance!

"Oh, and let's not forget romance. Lacey is definitely caught in a whirlwind, and you will be, too--one you can't put down. Clear the decks before you pick up this book. I recommend Earl Grey, hot, with crumpets, butter, and red currant jelly whilst you read it."


http://www.amazon.com/review/R2CWNUTQHWXG1L/ref=cm_cr_pr_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B00N105I4E

Monday, November 10, 2014

Shanna Hatfield and Cowboys & Christmas...AND PRIZES!

Welcome to the
Blog Tour!
A kickoff of two new holiday romances by Shanna Hatfield
and a fundraiser for the Justin Cowboy Crisis Fund
When Inspiration Strikes
 One question I’m often asked is where I get my story ideas.
Here’s the answer: Everywhere!

I’ve yet to go on a trip with my husband, Captain Cavedweller, and not come home with a list of story ideas. They’ve sprung to life while sitting in traffic, working in the yard, and grocery shopping.

I also find inspiration in experiences. If I hear a hilarious story from a friend, I will probably jot down some notes. You never know when it might end up in a story. Likewise, don’t behave badly around me because you could end up as some despicable jerk in a future story.

The idea for my contemporary holiday romance, The Christmas Cowboy, invaded my thoughts while CC and I sat in the Las Vegas airport after the Wrangler National Finals Rodeo, waiting for our flight home.

Indulging in some serious people watching, I couldn’t help but notice the sea of cowboy hats and friendly smiles. “What if,” started playing loudly in my head. What if there was a cowboy, a rodeo cowboy? What if he met a girl at an airport? What if they fell in love? What if she was a driven career woman? What if she despised cowboys? What if…

Fortunately, I had my laptop with me and began madly typing my ideas for the two main characters. By the time we landed, I had a basic storyline and the main characters in the story were starting to take shape.

Keep something handy to jot down notes at all times. You never know when or where inspiration might strike. I keep notebooks in my purse, in the car and, if all else fails, I can also capture a few notes on my phone.

Don’t go looking for inspiration because the very best moments are the ones that catch you by surprise.

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 Excerpt from The Christmas Cowboy

Tate surprises Kenzie by showing up on her doorstep late one afternoon…

 Standing on her front step, he rang the bell and listened to her footsteps hurrying toward the door. The smile on her face forced him to catch his breath.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” Kenzie asked, kissing his cheek then stepping aside so he could come in out of the cold.

Curiosity got the best of her when he stood staring at her, his good hand still behind his back. Trying to look around him, he turned so she couldn’t.

“What are you hiding?” she asked, her eyes warm and inviting when he stepped inside and nudged the door shut behind him with his boot.

“I couldn’t help but notice you’re missing a very important component of proper Christmas décor,” Tate said, sounding all knowing and official.

“What could I possibly be missing?” Kenzie asked, looking behind her and sweeping her arm toward the living room that did look particularly festive, thanks in part to Tate. “I’ve got a poinsettia, a beautiful Christmas tree, garlands, pine boughs, sugary treats, and a blazing fire. Did you bring me some chestnuts to roast? If you did, I’ve got no clue what to do with them, so you’re out of luck.”

Laughing, Tate raised his arm and held a bunch of mistletoe over their heads. “It seems to me this is the most important decoration of all.”

“Possibly,” Kenzie said, reaching out and looping her arms around Tate’s neck, pulling his head down to hers. Teasing and gentle at first, their kiss soon gained momentum until he dropped the mistletoe on the table near the door and she pressed as close against him as his thick coat would allow.

Where to Find The Books

  Start the Rodeo Romance Series with The Christmas Cowboy.

Now through Dec. 24, Shanna will donate 10 percent of the net proceeds from all book sales to the Justin Cowboy Crisis Fund.
The JCCF is a non-profit organization that assists rodeo athletes who’ve sustained catastrophic injuries and are unable to work for an extended period.





You’re Invited to PARTY!
 You’re invited to join in the online Cowboys & Christmas Facebook Party Thursday, Nov. 13 from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. (PST). Drop in anytime during those four hours to enter to win great prizes, chat with guest authors, and more! Here’s the link to the party: http://tinyurl.com/cowboychristmasparty
The third book in the Hardman Holidays sweet Victorian romance series releases that day! The Christmas Calamity takes readers back to Hardman just in time for the holiday season. Preorders are available now for just $1.99 on Kindle. You can reserve your copy here:   http://amzn.com/B00OGOO994
In addition, the first book in the Hardman Holidays series, The Christmas Bargain, will be available free that day, as well!

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About Shanna Hatfield
 A hopeless romantic with a bit of sarcasm thrown in for good measure, Shanna Hatfield is a bestselling author of sweet romantic fiction written with a healthy dose of humor. In addition to blogging and eating too much chocolate, she is completely smitten with her husband, lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller.
Shanna creates character-driven romances with realistic heroes and heroines. Her historical westerns have been described as “reminiscent of the era captured by Bonanza and The Virginian” while her contemporary works have been called “laugh-out-loud funny, and a little heart-pumping sexy without being explicit in any way.”
She is a member of Western Writers of America, Women Writing the West, and Romance Writers of America.
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