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.

Monday, April 25, 2016

Love, Lust and Murder on Chincoteague Island

Want a taste of my romantic suspense/murder mystery Dear Philomena: Love, Lust & Murder on Chincoteague Island? Read on!

Chincoteague is one of a pair of barrier islands off the coast of Virginia.  Its eastern sister, Assateague, is the actual home of the Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge and of the ponies made famous in Marguerite Henry’s children’s books (remember Misty of Chincoteague?).

Chincoteague has a long, colorful history. First settled possibly by freed slaves in the seventeenth century, it was noted for its antipathy to the heavy hand of government. It was the only town in Virginia to support the Union in the Civil War. Given a glorious cornucopia of waterfowl and deer, many locals were disinclined to follow the strict regulations on hunting and fishing. Thus, when Dagne is shot at on the refuge, citizens, rangers and even the police were less than concerned.  As you’ll find out in Dear Philomena, they were wrong.


Blurb:

Dagne Lonegan, aka Dear Philomena, advice columnist, hoped that spending a year on the Eastern Shore island of  Chincoteague would extinguish any feelings she had left for Jack Andrews, erstwhile lover and long-time jerk.  It’s just her luck that in her first week on the island she’s entangled in a murder.  Only she doesn’t know it.  Unfortunately, the murderer doesn’t know she doesn’t know.  Strange and dangerous things begin happening to her, disrupting her new romance with Aidan Ellis, the handsome manager of the National Wildlife Refuge.  As if that weren’t enough, Jack arrives to take charge of the murder investigation.

Will Dagne stick with the tall, cool glass of a Ranger or risk falling back into the arms of the man who broke her heart?

I Heart Book Publishing, October 12, 2015
eBook, 72,000 words, Print 209 pp
Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Romantic Suspense, Mystery Romance
M/F, 3 flames

Excerpt (G): The Sniper
           The afternoon sun beat down. Before long, perspiration dripped unpleasantly down her back and her neck began to burn. She reached a curve in the loop where a service road angled off. The cool shade of the evergreen alley beckoned, and she opened the gate and went through. Gravel popped beneath her sneakers and yellow-rumped warblers skipped from branch to branch, moving just ahead of her. She swung along, loving the feel of stretching her muscles, thinking of nothing.
At the end of the pines, the landscape opened out. Ponds choked with cordgrass lay on either side of the road, flanked by dunes on her right and scrub forest on her left. Ducks crowded the shallow water—mergansers, American wigeons, gadwalls. She stopped to watch a pair of diminutive black and white buffleheads putter around at the water’s edge. A cloud passed overhead, blotting out the sun. When it moved on, the light had changed to the desperate gold of a late afternoon teetering on the threshold of twilight. Time to go.
As she stood in the path, not yet willing to give up her afternoon off, she heard a loud crack. Woodpecker? Another bang rent the air, but this time the noise sounded much closer. Oh my God, that’s a rifle. Someone’s hunting out here! A surge of impractical outrage washed over Dagne. How dare they? This is a refuge for God’s sake! Nonetheless, prudence suggested she turn back.
She began with a walk, but some primitive instinct told her to accelerate. Directly over her head something zinged and a chunk of bark plopped at her feet. Her trot turned into a canter. Another shot hit the road, spraying pebbles into the air. They can’t be shooting at me. Can they? What should I do? Duck? Throw myself on the ground? Run into the trees? Instead, like some hapless cartoon character racing down the tracks ahead of the train, she ran straight down the road. By the time she reached the loop, her lungs were clawing for air. Stabbing pains scraped her chest and side. She’d heard no more shots, and after a few minutes’ rest, walked as fast as she could back to the parking lot, slowing every few steps to take a quick check of her surroundings.
She jumped into the car, locked the doors, and roared out onto the park road. At the Chamber of Commerce circle she slowed down, which gave her time to notice that the gas gauge read empty. She pulled into Ivan’s service station, Ivan II. She’d met the owner—a Belarusan native who had defected in the fifties—when he fixed a flat tire for her some years before. Despite his penchant for naming every store he owned after himself, she knew him to be a warm and generous man. He stopped polishing his vintage Morgan and came over. “Dagne, you’re shaking like a leaf! What’s wrong?”
It came pouring out. “Ivan, someone shot at me!”
Instead of reacting with shock, he chuckled, and wiped his hands on a towel. “Well, Milaya—I mean—my dear. It is hunting season. What were you doing—flitting around, doe-like?”
“No! I was on the wildlife loop!”
Hmm. Last I checked hunting is illegal on the refuge. Now poaching…”
“It’s not funny, Ivan. I heard three—no, four—shots! Someone was trying to kill me.”
“Now, now, Dagne, calm down. Tell me, where on the loop did this happen?”
She took a deep breath. “Well, I’d actually gone up the service road—as far as the Farm Fields impoundment. You know, beyond the pine woods?”
He nodded. “That explains it.” He removed the gasoline cap and inserted the nozzle. “I think they allow hunting up there on certain days. Did you see a sign?”
“No.”
“Well, check at the visitor’s center. If it’s not an authorized hunting day, you most likely ran into a poacher. The ranger should be informed.”
Dagne wasn’t about to go back to the refuge alone, but another idea had  insinuated itself while Ivan talked. She paid, headed down to Main Street, and parked next to Lance’s car behind the decoy shop. As she passed it, the sun glinted on something in the rear seat. She peered in. A rifle. The back door opened. “Dagne? What are you doing here?”
Did his voice sound odd? Did she hear a hint of menace in his tone? Lance sidled up to her. “Everything okay?”
“Sure…sure.” Should she run? No, that would be absurd. This is Lance after all.
Lance looked into his car and back at her. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Dagne. Does the itty bitty gun scare you? I haven’t had a chance to tell you—Dwayne Oates is giving me shooting lessons.” He struck what he evidently thought was a manly pose. “You don’t think the hairy-chested outdoorsy image suits me?”
The laugh bubbled up before she could stop it. “No, Lance, I’m sorry,” she spluttered. Then the thought of her recent adventure sobered her. “Lance, someone shot at me. On the refuge.”


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Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Murder & Intrigue on the Gulf Coast: Mai Tais and Mayhem!

So many romances, so many crooks: can Tessa Diamond, turtle protector and amateur sleuth, keep them straight and still find true love?



I live on the Gulf Coast on a barrier island, the setting for Mai Tais & Mayhem: Murder at Mote Marine. In fact, the model for Tessa’s house, as well as the one for Dugan’s house, sits quite near me on the beach.

Many people don’t realize Florida has barrier islands—keys—on both sides of the state. Longboat Key, where Tessa lives, is a barrier island that protects Sarasota on the Gulf Coast. Eleven miles long, it is only half a mile wide at its narrowest point.  The next key up is Anna Maria, the very tip of which is called Bean Point. It is here that Cameron and Tessa become further acquainted.

I Heart Publishing, 12/7/2015
Contemporary romantic suspense/Mystery, M/F, 2 flames
eBook 68,840 words; print 208 pp.

Blurb:
When Tessa Diamond rescues a baby pufferfish from a hungry seagull, her good deed leads her into a shady world of smuggling, Russian gangsters, and coded messages. She confronts murder, attempted ravishment, parrots, sea turtles and big fish, only to encounter blossoming romances at every turn, including one of her own.

Before she can drop her longstanding opposition to marriage and accept her true love, however, she must face the possibility that he could be a thief, and even a murderer.


Excerpt (R): Bean Point

“So this is Bean Point. What a glorious view.”
Tessa snuggled under his arm. “It’s named after George Emerson Bean, the first settler on the island.”
“Ah, so it’s not named for the fields of golden beans that used to wave across the…er…um…what?”
She laughed. “Hoist by your own petard, or in this case metaphor?”
Cameron tapped her nose with a finger. “I guess I’m distracted.”
Tessa gazed at him as the stars blacked out one by one, leaving only the ones in her eyes. He bent his head to her and their lips met. The next few minutes passed slowly in a dream of unbuttoning and unzipping, then of warm skin touching skin, of limbs interlaced, and finally, of complementary parts dovetailing in ardent abandon.
“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Cameron brushed some sand off Tessa’s breast. The warmth of his fingers remained on her flesh, and she cupped the spot, not wanting to lose the sensation. He gently moved her palm aside and bent to kiss her nipple. It hardened and rose to meet him. His hand trailed down her belly, caressing her hips and edging toward her vulva. Tessa couldn’t move. Her whole body lay rigid, waiting, hoping he would make love to her again. Even the gritty sand beneath her buttocks couldn’t distract her from her hunger for more.
“You want some more?”
She could only nod. The half-moon rode overhead, fighting with the stars for dominance. Cameron flipped her over on her stomach. She felt his breath on her ankles but couldn’t see what he was doing. Something tickled the back of her knees. Soft lips nipped the sensitive spot there, then proceeded up her thighs and across her ass. He stopped at the small of her back and sucked a bit of the skin into his mouth, sending a hot wave of desire surging over her body. Tessa began to writhe, but stopped when broken shells ground into her knees. Her vagina ached for a satisfyingly thick, stiff prick to fill the vacuum. Juices leaked out in anticipation, puddling in the sand. Suddenly Cameron’s hand slipped underneath her belly. He inserted two fingers and wham! Her orgasm pulled her up on her knees and she bucked, grunting and moaning. “Oh God, Cameron.”
“Yes, baby? Does that feel good?”
“Oh, yeeesssss.”
“Wait till you feel this.” He spread her thighs, smashing her breasts into the ground. She felt his penis beating against her, moving up to close with her.
“Hello? Who’s there?”
The two lovers split apart, panting. In the dim light Tessa couldn’t see Cameron’s face, nor that of the uninvited audience, but the voice was embarrassingly familiar. Josiah. She grabbed her shift and dragged it over her head. Cameron had dressed as well by the time a chubby figure hove into view, swinging a flashlight to and fro. When the beam hit Tessa’s face she was sitting calmly next to Cameron. “Josiah? Is that you?”
“Tessa? I thought you said you couldn’t work tonight?”
Tessa decided on an aggressive approach. “I did. That doesn’t mean I can’t go to the beach if I want to. What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be down at Casa Del Mar tonight.”
“I got a report of a new nest around here and…” His light swung to Cameron. “Who are you?”
“Who are you?” Evidently Cameron had opted for offense over defense as well.
The question seemed to throw Josiah, not an easy thing to do. Finally he gabbled, “You first.”
Cameron replied cheerily, “Me? Mason. Cameron Mason. A friend of Tessa’s. Do you two know each other?”
Tessa touched Cameron’s arm. “Josiah is the president of our turtle watch group. He’s very…dedicated.”
Josiah drew himself up to his full five feet three. “We have to be, you know. Otherwise the sea turtles will go extinct and…”
“All of them?” Cameron didn’t keep the amusement out of his voice. “I thought only the Kemp’s ridleys are of concern?”
“Well, yes, the ridleys are endangered…but all of them are threatened. The only bulwark our fellow creatures have between them and oblivion are those few humans who aren’t afraid to stand up to the Man.”
“Huh?”
Tessa stood up. “I think we should leave this discussion for another time. Did you find the nest, Josiah?”
He shook his head. “I fear Angus sent me on a wild goose chase.”
“What makes you say that?”
“He claimed he’d gotten an anonymous call from someone who had seen a skiff pull up and lights flashing. The caller thought it might be turtle egg pirates.”
“I beg your pardon? Did you say egg pirates?”
Tessa grabbed Cameron’s arm and dragged him up, hoping he could make out the warning on her face in the dark. “My, my. Well, we’d best be going. Good luck, Josiah. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She attempted to sweep off, but when both feet landed on a nest of sandburs, she could only manage an ungainly hobble. She picked them off, wincing, and prepared to sweep again.
“Wait!”
She turned, desperation keeping a tight hold on her throat. “What is it?” she gurgled.
Josiah turned the flashlight on a wisp of lace panty, the scarlet ribbon fluttering in the gulf breeze. “Are these yours?”
Tessa snatched them and sprinted down the beach, trailed by Cameron’s snickers.

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Saturday, April 16, 2016

Romantic Suspense in Triplicate: Triptych


In my romantic suspense, Triptych, my heroine Miranda wrestles with the question of true love. She also wrestles with recalcitrant sisters, mysterious machines and art thieves.

Blurb:
Take lost masterpieces, brilliant inventors, and stolen prototypes. Add the Three Sisters, Indian spirits who guard the Potomac River. Stir in three sisters and their lovers. Result? Jealousy, sex, genius, larceny and love. Who will end up with whom, and will the Three Sisters take another life as the legend demands?

Ebook 67,300 words; Print-on-Demand 213 pp.
Romantic suspense/Adventure
M/F, 2 flames

The Great Falls of the Potomac River, which separates Maryland and Virginia, slice through the Mather Gorge just fifteen miles north of Washington, DC. In less than a mile, the river goes from a thousand feet wide down to a hundred feet wide, creating twenty waterfalls and dropping 76 feet in elevation. It is, needless to say, a spectacular view and a whitewater rafter’s dream.
Miranda and her sisters live just south of the falls, near the Three Sisters, rocky islands in a bend of the river. It is on these rocks that Miranda watched her husband and his lover crash and die. She is thus not quite ready for the new love that awaits her.



Excerpt (G): Miranda
Sybil dropped a pebble and listened to its clicks and clacks as it hit every crag and spur on the way down to the water. It took a long time, for she stood very high above the river. She waited, hand to ear, to catch the tinny, far-away splash, then gently tossed another pebble over the cliff.

“Sybil! Where are you?”

The girl turned swiftly, her simple white shift catching on the bark of an ancient elm tree. She pulled at it impatiently, tearing a bit of the delicate lace from the sleeve. “Here I am, Miranda! By the sun house!” She flew up the path.

A woman of about thirty-five, beautiful but stone-faced, waited on a flagstone patio wreathed in a thickly branched wisteria. To her right a large flower garden ambled down to a grassy verge. Behind her loomed a vast, Queen Anne-style mansion complete with tower. She crooked a finger at the girl. “Sybil, Honor needs you. She has to measure the hem.”

“I’m coming. It’s almost finished then?”

The woman began to smile, but then her thin lips tightened as though she’d caught herself just in time. The glow of the afternoon sun backlit a rivulet of well-worn grief seeping from the closed face. “Of course it is, Sybil. You need it for the tea dance tomorrow, don’t you? Honor has been working on it day and night.” A soft chestnut curl escaped from her severe French twist to graze the heart-shaped mouth. She raised a thin, ring-less hand and plucked the strands from her lips. “Do hurry in and help her.” As Sybil ran eagerly past her, she blinked a tear away.

Miranda gazed out over the cliff and down to the river. Directly below her, three small rock formations, known as the Three Sisters, reared out of the water like iceberg babies. When she was young, she loved to observe the intercourse of river and rocks from high atop her hill. In the spring the Potomac River, heavy with silt, rushed headlong past, shooting plumes of whitecaps up and over them. In the summer, the calm water filled with boats—canoes, punts, motorboats. A few months later, when the oaks and hickories turned the cliffs into a mass of scarlet and gold, the water would thin to a gentle trickle, and people forgot how strong the currents could surge, and grow unwary.

She shaded her eyes and looked north, where the steep canyons of Great Falls split the folded metagraywacke rock, the river slicing through it as easily as if it were paper. The Three Sisters marked the upper limit of the Potomac’s navigable waters. There, at a dangerous part of a dangerous river, Miranda and her sisters had helplessly watched many a hiker or kayaker flounder in the treacherous channels between Great Falls National Park and Teddy Roosevelt Island.


She no longer came out to watch the boaters, not after seeing Edward die when he crashed his Donzi 38 ZR on the rocks. He and the woman he left her for. The nightmare still haunted her though. In the dream she waited, hidden in the summer house on the edge of the cliff, as the sleek, sexy, Italian-made speed boat slammed into the half-submerged Sisters in the middle of the river. Alone in the dark she relived the sight of the flames as they shot up almost high enough to singe her bare toes. She heard again Wanda’s Banshee shriek as she died in agony. Her husband never appeared in the dream. True to form, Edward had disintegrated in the maelstrom, leaving nothing behind to remember or bury, not even a belt buckle.

Triptych is available in both eBook and Print-on-Demand.

Friday, April 15, 2016

The Visual Effects of Romance--From the Talented Pen of Joyce Holmes

Will their emotional firestorm leave nothing but ashes or can love emerge victorious?

Today we are privileged to hear about Joyce Holmes’ brand new romance from The Wild Rose Press, Visual Effects.

Blurb:
Drey Winston is a fierce competitor who enjoys challenging her mind and body. But when it comes to her heart—no one ever gets close enough to compete for it. Having grown up believing she was an unwanted burden to her parents, she prefers to keep her feelings well hidden. Just when her hard-fought goals are finally within reach, the audacious Jesse Devlin comes along to breach her carefully guarded defenses.

After a disastrous marriage early in life, Jesse Devlin prefers strings-free relationships. Confident and outgoing, he gets along well with women, but his natural charm can’t seem to penetrate Drey Winston’s aloofness. While attempting to win her over, he’s the one who ends up losing his heart.

Can this commitment-phobic bachelor convince the stubbornly independent woman he loves that his feelings—and hers—are the real deal?

The Wild Rose Press, April 13, 2016
In ebook (95,000 words) and print (257 p.)
Mainstream Romance, Sensual


Excerpt:
            Jesse leaned against a tree to draw in a few deep breaths. As he straightened, he plucked his ball cap off his head and wiped his forearm across his brow, then hooted a victory cheer. “Hard work’s over. Time for the reward.”
            He dropped the cap onto the sand and emptied his pockets into it. Then he pulled his T-shirt over muscled shoulders, dropped it onto the sand on top of his cap, and made quick work of his footwear. Drey stared in disbelief as he beelined down the beach and ran straight into the low surf. When he was hip-deep in the water, he slipped smoothly beneath the surface. He reappeared several feet out and turned to wave.
            “Join me,” he called. “The water’s great.”
            “Not a chance. The ocean is cold in summer, I can only imagine how frigid it must be today.”
            “Wuss,” he scoffed and splashed water in her direction.
            Shivers that had nothing to do with feeling chilly shot through Drey as she watched him emerge from the water a few minutes later. Rivulets ran down his chest, following the ridges and planes of his brawny body. Wet shorts clung to muscular thighs.
            He ran his hands over his face and then shook himself like a playful pup. “You don’t know what you missed. Nothing like a dip in the salt chuck to get the heart pumping. Well, almost nothing.” He stalked deliberately up the beach toward her, and the look on his face made her back away, but she didn’t react fast enough. He caught her up in his arms, laughing at her shrieks of protest.
            “Lemme go, Jesse. You’re cold. Come on, Jesse, lemme go. You’re getting me all wet.”
            “That’s the whole idea. Get you wet and me warm.”
She gave him a firm push in the wrong direction as she sprinted down the beach. “Not if you can’t catch me,” she threw over her shoulder as she went.


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About the Author
Joyce Holmes
Joyce Holmes lives with her husband and very small dog in the beautiful Okanagan region of British Columbia. The award-winning author is happily living her dream of being a stay-at-home writer. Photography and blogging about her travels are two of her passions, along with visiting her kids and grandkids. When she's not dreaming up stories in her head or planning her next great adventure, she’s off enjoying the great outdoors.


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Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Welcome Lydia Michaels and La Vie en Rose

Lydia Michaels


Lydia Michaels is the award winning author of 23 romance novels. Her novels from the darkly compelling Surrender Trilogy were iBooks Bestsellers and her work has been featured in USA Today. In 2015 she was the winner of The Best of Bucks Award and she has been nominated as Best Author in the Happenings Magazine two years running [2015 and 2016]. She is a four-time nominee for the prestigious RONE Award. Her books are intellectual, emotional, haunting, always centered around love. 


Let’s get right to her new release, La Vie en Rose [Life in Pink].  I find myself humming Edith Piaf’s lovely torch song as I read the story.

Blurb
Emma Sanders has always dreamt of being a bride, wearing fancy gowns, pretty pearls, and—of course—falling madly in love. Then life happened. Finding herself one fiancĂ© short of her happily ever after, she leaves the fairytales behind. Some days are simply too perilous for pink gowns and pearls.
Riley Lockhart is the sort of man who can make a woman lower her gaze with only a smile. That he doesn’t realize his charm makes him all the more enchanting. Determined to save Emma the pain of her breakup, he steps in as a friend, but soon finds himself wanting more.
She was just a girl, but she somehow winds up being the strongest woman he’s ever known. Losing her is not an option and when life can’t be tied neatly in a pretty little bow, he holds tight to all that he loves—his Emma. His hero.
Sometimes the greatest scars are worn on the inside.

La Vie en Rose

Book Length:
398 pages
Date of Publication:
April 12, 2016 
Content Warning:
La Vie en Rose contains graphic content intended for an adult audience.


Excerpt: Emma Invisible 
It was amusing how the girls on the subway watched Riley. Emma supposed he was above-average handsome, but since he was Rarity’s older brother she never looked too hard.
Now, seeing him in his element, riding the subway in a Pet Shop Boys T-shirt, jeans, and battered chucks, she recognized what the other women on the train were seeing. Riley was hot.
His brown eyes were so clear they shined as though they were blue. Sloppy chestnut waves curled in perfect careless disarray, complimenting his naturally tanned olive skin. He even had the five o’clock shadow down to an art.
Scanning the surrounding female passengers, she counted six of them gawking at him, begging with their eyes for him to glance their way. Amazing. The pheromones could choke a prostitute.
Skimming the male passengers, she frowned. Not a single one was looking at her.
What if she was Riley’s girlfriend? They were standing close enough, but the other girls didn’t seem to notice her at all.

She rolled her eyes. Invisible. Meanwhile, Riley scratched his nose with his thumbnail—it was practically a casual pick—and three of the six leering women sighed as if he read a verse of poetry. So unfair.


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Monday, April 11, 2016

Griffin Regales Alicia Dean Today

Griffin takes the stage today at Alicia Dean’s with his usual aplomb—make that asperity—and wows Rachel with his wit and wisdom (not!). Find it here:

 

And be sure to leave a comment if you want to delve deeper into Rachel and Griffin’s lives—by which I mean you can win a copy of The Penhallow Train Incident all for yourself!

The Mason's Mark: Love and Death in the Tower by M. S. Spencer, M.S. Spencer

The Mason's Mark: Love and Death in the Tower by M. S. Spencer, M.S. Spencer: Price: $4.99

Sunday, April 10, 2016

The Mason's Mark Available for Pre-order!

OMG! The Mason's Mark: Love & Death in the Tower, is NOW AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER!!!!




Here's the link: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=191&products_id=6805

And here's the blurb:
In both the best and worst first day at work ever,  docent Claire Wilding meets the man of her dreams, but her carefully rehearsed guided tour of the George Washington National Masonic Memorial collapses when she discovers a dead body and is drawn into a dark world of black ops and Italian renegade masons, of secret cabals and hidden treasure. Also cloaked in mystery is handsome Gideon Bliss, a George Washington expert who haunts the Memorial, his manner evasive. What is his secret? Claire fears she'll fall in love with him only to learn he's a thief or even a murderer.


Juggling two eccentric mothers, an inquisitive sister, and an increasingly smitten detective, Claire must find answers to a complex web of intrigue, including who to trust and who to love.

Friday, April 8, 2016

Broken Nose=Broken Heart? Find Out at Peggy Jaeger's Today

Scene of the Crime
Who killed the mysterious Egyptian? What is the map to the Queen of Sheba’s tomb? Where is the bank robber’s loot? Rachel Tinker and Griffin Tate must find answers before more people die.

Poor Rachel! She tries to be nice to the shady lady and for her trouble gets a punch in the nose. A scene from my romantic suspense mystery, The Penhallow Train Incident.

Read more about Rachel’s predicament at Peggy Jaeger’s lovely site today here: https://peggyjaeger.wordpress.com/?p=2624&preview=true 


Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Dining at Salmonellos--Start of the Intrigue

Author Angela HayesCome one come all to Angela Hayes lovely site, Author Angela Hayes: Heart, Soul & Happily Ever After. You’ll be treated to an interview and a funny scene from The Penhallow Train Incident between Griffin, Rachel, and a Maine version of an Italian bistro. Read it here:
http://www.authorangelahayes.blogspot.com/2016/04/author-inteview-ms-spencer-penhallow.html

Monday, April 4, 2016

Griffin Bares All at Wild Women Authors Today

Griffin bares all at Wild Women Authors today (figuratively speaking of course). Veronica and Kat interview the old fellow and ask him terribly personal questions about his love for Rachel in my new mystery/romance The Penhallow Train Incident.

In the sleepy coastal Maine town of Penhallow, a  stranger dies on a train, drawing Rachel Tinker and Griffin Tate into a spider’s web of archaeological obsession and treasure hunting. 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.

Discover the gruff, warm side of Griffin here: