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, June 30, 2015

I'm at Jennifer Labelle's with a New Excerpt & a Prize

Passagassawaukeag River & the P&MLR tracks
Please drop by Jennifer Labelle’s site today, June 30, where I’m talking about the Penhallow & Moosehead Lake Railroad and my new release The Penhallow Train Incident








You can read a new excerpt in which our heroine is given a possible clue to the mystery. 
There's a clue in here.

Leave a comment for a chance to win a copy! 


And here’s a summary to draw you in:

In the sleepy coastal Maine town of Penhallow, a  stranger dies on a train, setting off a chain of events that draws Rachel Tinker, director of the Penhallow Historical Society, and Griffin Tate,  curmudgeonly retired professor, into a spider’s web of archaeological obsession and greed. Before Rachel can unlock the soft heart that beats under Griffin’s hard crust, they must find the map to the Queen of Sheba’s tomb, and solve not one, but three murders.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Yay! Plus a Correction

Well, I must have finally worn them down. Three people today emailed to say they've bought my new book The Penhallow Train Incident. And that doesn't count the winner of my blog post! Keep downloading, lords and ladies, Mama needs a new pair of shoes!

Please also note that in my buy links list, the Amazon link is incorrect. Here is the correct link:

http://www.amazon.com/Penhallow-Train-Incident-M-S-Spencer-ebook/dp/B0100PHOZS

I'm at Christina Ow's Today with a New Excerpt!

Beirut, Lebanon
Stop by today to read about my new mystery romance the Penhallow Train Incident and be treated to a new excerpt in which we meet George Hamdani, the large and jovial Lebanese archaeologist. Is he a murderer? Or simply an academic obsessed with the Queen of Sheba? Check it out:
The Queen of Sheba
https://christinaow.wordpress.com/2015/06/27/penhallow-train-incident-by-m-s-spenser/

Friday, June 26, 2015

Secret Cravings Summer Release Party Features Penhallow Train Incident



You’ll have to get up early, but it will be worth it. Come and visit me Saturday, June 27, from 8 a.m. to 9 a.m. at the Secret Cravings Summer Release Party! Prizes! Contests! Bits about my new romantic suspense mystery The Penhallow Train Incident! Here’s the link:



Also, for that day only ALL—that’s EVERY SINGLE BOOK—at Secret Cravings will be 50% off. That includes new releases so take advantage! Check out the promo code to the left to get your savings.

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Penhallow Also at Smile Somebody Loves You Today

Please drop by Smile Somebody Loves You Today (SSLY blog) for a taste of my new romance mystery release, The Penhallow Train Incident and a different excerpt, this one of the first time our hero and heroine make love (G rated). 

Main Street Penhallow



Griffin Tate & the Queen of Sheba at Dilys Carney's Today

Please drop by Dilys Carney’s lovely site today, where I introduce my new romance mystery, The Penhallow Train Incident. You’ll hear about Griffin Tate, the cantankerous hero, and even about the Queen of Sheba. Have fun!



Here’s the blurb to get you started:


In the sleepy coastal Maine town of Penhallow, a  stranger dies on a train, drawing Rachel Tinker, director of the Penhallow Historical Society, and Griffin Tate,  curmudgeonly retired professor, into a spider’s web of archaeological obsession and greed. The victim’s rival confesses that they were both after a map to the Queen of Sheba’s tomb, and with his help they set out to find it. Their plans are stymied, however, when a tug of war erupts between the sheriff and a state police detective who want to arrest the same man—one for murder and one for bank robbery. It falls to Rachel to solve both crimes…and two more murders, if she is to unlock the soft heart that beats under Griffin’s hard crust. 

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Mystery! Romance! A Train Ride with a Corpse!

An antique train, a mysterious corpse, a bank robbery, a treasure map, and romantic rumblings make for passion and adventure in small town Maine.

M. S. Spencer’s latest mystery/romantic suspense, the Penhallow Train Incident, was released June 23.  Here’s the blurb:

In the sleepy coastal Maine town of Penhallow, a  stranger dies on a train, drawing Rachel Tinker, director of the Penhallow Historical Society, and Griffin Tate,  curmudgeonly retired professor, into a spider’s web of archaeological obsession and greed. The victim’s rival confesses that they were both after a map to the Queen of Sheba’s tomb, and with his help they set out to find it. Their plans are stymied, however, when a tug of war erupts between the sheriff and a state police detective who want to arrest the same man—one for murder and one for bank robbery. It falls to Rachel to solve both crimes…and two more murders, if she is to unlock the soft heart that beats under Griffin’s hard crust.

Here’s the buy link: http://store.sweetcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=278


You can read all about it—including excerpts—at several blogs this month. First up, on June 23, Penhallow Train Incident will be showcased at Smile Somebody Loves You: http://SSLYblog.wordpress.com

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Penhallow Train Incident Available for Pre-Order! Releases Tomorrow!

Great news! The Penhallow Train Incident is available for pre-order NOW! Here’s the link:


A corpse on a train, hidden treasure, and an offbeat love affair combine in a funny, romantic, mystery in coastal Maine.

Here’s the story:

In the sleepy coastal Maine town of Penhallow, a  stranger dies on a train, drawing Rachel Tinker, director of the Penhallow Historical Society, and Griffin Tate,  curmudgeonly retired professor, into a spider’s web of archaeological obsession and greed. The victim’s rival confesses that they were both after a map to the Queen of Sheba’s tomb, and with his help they set out to find it. Their plans are stymied, however, when a tug of war erupts between the sheriff and a state police detective who want to arrest the same man—one for murder and one for bank robbery. It falls to Rachel to solve both crimes…and two more murders, if she is to unlock the soft heart that beats under Griffin’s hard crust. 

Friday, June 5, 2015

Lisabet Sarai & Her New Speculative Short Story The Last Amanuensis

Welcome Lisabet, and a special welcome to your new release The Last Amanuensis. Could you tell the readers a little bit about it?

Certainly, and thank you for giving me the opportunity, M. S.

The Last Amanuensis, my recently released short story from Fireborn Publishing, is something of a departure for me. Although Id classify it as erotica—specifically science fiction or speculative erotica—it probably has less actual sex in it than anything else I’ve published. There’s one brief love scene, near the end. Still, a powerful current of desire runs through the entire tale, and despite its somewhat tragic ending, I personally find it deeply arousing.

I originally composed the story for an anthology called “Written on Skin”, focused on tattooing and body modification. Tattoos do play a central role in the plot, but in my story they’re more than just a focus for a fetish. They are, in some sense, a physical manifestation of rebellion, a silent but eloquent expression of freedom. But not in the way you probably think. This story does not fit any of the stereotypes.

When she sent me the marked-up manuscript, my editor at Fireborn told me that The Last Amanuensis made her cry—not (thank heavens!) due to my terrible grammar, but because the story moved her so profoundly. I’ll cherish her comments forever. I can only hope that my other readers will feel the same.  

The Last Amanuensis by Lisabet Sarai
Fireborn Publishing (May 22, 2015)
Speculative erotic fiction
Approx. 5,000 words

Blurb:

Poetry is like bloodyou cant hold it back.

The Emperor has decreed that Reason will rule in his lands. Art and literature are banned in favor of  military technology. The fearsome Preceptors prowl the capitol, arresting anyone who dares, even secretly, to engage  in forbidden activities.

A former teacher and frustrated writer, Adele is grateful for her job as secretary to the enigmatic Professor. During the day, she transcribes his learned  treatises on a vast range of topics. Then  he calls her to his room one night, to give her a more difficult and intimate assignment, one that risks both their lives.

Buy Links:
Amazon US
Amazon UK
All Romance Ebooks
B&N
Kobo
Fireborn Publishing

Excerpt:

I saw relatively little of the professor during the week. He spent his days in his basement laboratory, which was strictly forbidden to me, or shut away in his study, presumably filling new notebooks with observations and innovations that I would eventually be required to type. I'd leave my neat stacks of typewritten pages on the table outside his door so as not to disturb him. I worked in the small parlor across the hall and took my meals in the kitchen with the taciturn cook.

On Sundays, however, he and I dined together. After a glass of sherry, his chilly manner thawed a bit. He'd quiz me about the information I'd been transcribing, initially to see if I understood what I'd read, but later to solicit my opinions.

He asked me other questions, too, questions that bordered on improper.

Who is your favorite novelist, Adele?

My heart executed a sudden somersault. Was he trying to entrap me?AhI'm not sure, sir. Of course I haven't read any fiction since His Excellency rose to glory and urged us to abandon such frivolous pursuits.I scanned his face. The deepening creases at the corners of his eyes belied his serious tone.

But you did read, when you were in your teens, did you not? Before the Ascension? A mind as nimble as yours must have devoured everything you encountered.

My fear ebbed, though I remained wary. Meanwhile, his compliment kindled a warm glow in the pit of my stomach.Yes. I did read a lotbefore.His lips twitched and his icy gaze softened, inviting my confidence. I basked in his rare, concerted attention. His interest, the sense that he viewed me as worthy, urged me to recklessness.I used to write, too. Crazy, fantastic stories about impossible quests and eternal love.

The smile I'd heard in his voice finally bloomed.I'm not surprised in the least. Nor am I shocked, Adele. Be reassured of that.To my astonishment, he covered my hand for a moment with his own. His cool, dry palm whispered over the backs of my fingers before withdrawing. Blood heated my cheeks, as if I were still the young girl we were discussing, and a disturbing heaviness grew between my thighs. 

Theyahwere silly things,I stammered.Trash. A waste of mental energy, as the Emperor has said.

But you poured yourself into those tales, I'm sure. They were part of you.Those crystal-blue eyes of his gleamed, luminous behind his glasses.

A new wave of panic swept me. What was going on? I pushed my chair back from the table, eager to excuse myself and end this disturbing conversation.If you'll excuse me, sir, I'll retire now. I've something of a headache.

For an instant I thought he'd stop me. Then his smile fled and his body collapsed into itself, his advanced age suddenly obvious.Very well. I'll see you tomorrow. But tell mewhat happened to those fantastic stories of yours?

My throat constricted around an impending sob. I could scarcely get the words out.

I destroyed them, of course.

My employer regarded me gravely.Right. Of course.

About Lisabet

From my elementary school years, when I devoured everything I could find by Asimov, Heinlein and Bradbury, Ive been drawn to speculative fiction. Now that Im an author myself, I create my own futurescapes. My visions are sometimes bleakbut always illumined by desire.












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