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, July 31, 2016

Mysterious Photos, What Do They Mean? Artful Dodging at ABA Book Blast

Ooh, intrigue and mystery—Milo and her wild Russian friend Tekla find strange photographs—taken by someone unexpected. What do they show? Are they a clue or a red herring? http://casimclean.com/aba-book-blast-presents-artful-dodging-the-torpedo-factory-murders/
The Strand
Read and decide in this new excerpt at Authors Boosting Authors today, where Artful Dodging is featured Book Blast:

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Tristram's and Milo's Confession at Katie O'Sullivan Today

Hey good readers! I’m celebrating the release of Artful Dodging: the Torpedo Factory Murders—mystery, suspense, romance—by offering up two new excerpts. At Katie O’Sullivan’s blog, we witness a difficult moment in the growing love between Milo and Tristram. Milo, heroine of Artful Dodging, lost her Marine pilot husband in a freak accident on an aircraft carrier a year earlier. She is not prepared to fall in love and worries that if she does, her memories of Michael, her dead husband, will evaporate. The guilt interferes with her growing attachment to Tristram. As she begins to fall, he confesses something that makes accepting new romance even harder.
Old Town Alexandria


Hey good readers! I’m celebrating the release of Artful Dodging: the Torpedo Factory Murders—mystery, suspense, romance—by offering up two new excerpts. At Katie O’Sullivan’s blog, we witness a difficult moment in the growing love between Milo and Tristram. Milo, heroine of Artful Dodging, lost her Marine pilot husband in a freak accident on an aircraft carrier a year earlier. She is not prepared to fall in love and worries that if she does, her memories of Michael, her dead husband, will evaporate. The guilt interferes with her growing attachment to Tristram. As she begins to fall, he confesses something that makes accepting new romance even harder.
Old Town Alexandria


Saturday, July 23, 2016

The Body is at Sexy Between the Covers Today--Oh, and Milo Too

Milo runs down these stairs in the dark.
“Is it dead?” That’s what the dispatcher asks Milo when she calls 911. Milo is not amused. Read all about it in the excerpt from my new mystery romance release, Artful Dodging: the Torpedo Factory Murders. I’m at Melissa Keir’s fabulous site Sexy Between the Covers today to give you some background and that lovely excerpt. Be there or be square:



Friday, July 22, 2016

Artful Dodging at Bringing Passion to Life--HOT excerpt



Tristram's house on Windmill Hill
My latest mystery romance, Artful Dodging: the Torpedo Factory Murders, is now available! Over the next few weeks I’ll be popping up at lots of wonderful authors’ sites with new and different excerpts and discussion about the story and setting.  First stop: July 22 at Nicole Morgan’s Bringing Passion to Life: http://nicolemorganauthor.blogspot.com/2016/07/the-new-mystery-romance-artful-dodging.html with a hot, hot excerpt. You’ll meet Milo and Tristram up close and personal. See you there!


Wednesday, July 20, 2016

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Artful Dodging: The Torpedo Factory Murders 
M. S. Spencer
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Artful Dodging: the Torpedo Factory Murders ~ Suspense, Murder, Romance in One Easy Swallow!

Murders, mistrust, misfits, and miscreants—needlepoint artist Milo Everhart has her hands full. Can Tristram Brodie prove to her that love conquers all?

My latest mystery romance is released today! Over the next few weeks I’ll be popping up at lots of wonderful authors’ sites with new and different excerpts and discussion about the story and setting. First stop: July 22 at Nicole Morgan’s Bringing Passion to Life: http://nicolemorganauthor.blogspot.com/2016/07/the-new-mystery-romance-artful-dodging.html with a hot, hot excerpt.

First though, 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
Wild Rose Press, 7/20/2016; Imprint Crimson Rose
Theme(s): Mystery/Cozy Mystery
Contemporary romantic Suspense, M/F, 2 flames
Ebook, 66,830 words; Print 268 p.

Excerpt (PG): The First Date

The sleet had tapered off and the moon had begun its stroll across the cumulus highway as Milo entered the restaurant. She passed through the dining room to the cozy bar in the back. Tristram sat in one of the overstuffed club chairs. He saw her and waved to the bartender.
“Jack Daniels?”
“Sure.”
He ordered drinks and a plate of assorted cheeses.
Three hours, four more rounds, and two more cheese plates later, Milo figured she’d better start asking Tristram some questions. But she didn’t really feel like it. She felt like she knew enough already, so she settled for gazing into his deep green eyes and smiling inanely. Which was okay because apparently that’s what Tristram had settled for too. Milo realized with a jolt that no one had said anything for at least five minutes. Come on, Milo. You’re too old for crushes.
“I really must be going. It’s been very…”
He reached across the table, put a gentle hand on her neck, and brought her into blissful contact with his lips. “Nice.”
She realigned her jaw and her heart and rose a little shakily. “Um.”
He jumped up. “I’ll walk you to your car.”
“I…okay.”
They walked stiffly out of the bar, stumbling only once on the threshold. Tristram steadied her. A few minutes later they broke apart to take a breath. The sidewalk had cleared during the evening, and they were alone. He took her back into his arms and kissed her, moving his tongue around the inside of her lips and making slurping noises as though she tasted like a chocolate milkshake.
He pulled away but held onto her hand. “Let’s go home.”
She let him lead her down King Street to a black Jaguar, and they drove in silence the few blocks to Lee Street. The moon rode high over a little terraced park. They watched it float a minute, then Tristram took her hand and they went inside.



Torpedo Factory Art Center


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Monday, July 18, 2016

Brand New Romantic Ghost Story from Gray Dixon

Please welcome Gray Dixon and her fascinating new release--a romantic ghost story, Lost in the Sea of You.


Can you tell us about it?

On a February day as cold and dry as it gets in Maine, a mysterious boat appears high and dry in the middle of the small town of Marneport. That’s how Valentine’s Day began for Mikael Larson, ex-Army, relatively new sheriff and unattached man. By the time he walked into the station, the day turned weird on the way to the unexplained.

Convinced the event was nothing more than a prank, Mikael dismisses the story about a woman lost at sea fifty years ago in a boat fitting the description of the one found.

Expecting a night spent alone, he’s surprised and greeted by a woman seated on his doorstep. The bizarre story fascinating and waterlogged refugee tells has him wondering if he’s going crazy.
Crazy or coincidence her story matched the one of the woman lost at sea fifty years ago?

Or, was he falling in love with a figment of his imagination caused by the trauma he suffered in war?



Excerpt: The Day After

Damn it! What am I thinking? Disgust hit him square in the face. Had he gone so long without sex that he’d force his attentions on a woman he didn’t know? Lusting after a helpless woman sleeping in his bed was crazy. He needed to get out more.
Well damn it, that’s what he thought he did by moving to Marneport. He slipped deeper into the chair, grabbing the chenille throw and wrapped it around his shoulders. He had spent the remainder of the night chiding himself for thinking about the woman. Frankly, he’d spent too much time chasing after females who didn’t live up to his wants, needs or desires. He had high hopes for the relationship with Paula until everything they had once meant to one another collapsed in a deluge of finger pointing and recrimination. Why he spent one second thinking about her, he didn’t know. With one kiss, the cute bundle in his bed made him realize he could move on. Amid a flurry of reassuring thoughts warming his mind, he finally succumbed to the Sandman in the early morning hours.
Now, in the light of day, the memory of the kiss from the night before lingered and still warmed his skin when he awakened. As he glanced over at the slumbering angel who had danced erotically through his dreams, he stretched and readjusted in the club chair pushing against the ottoman his legs rested on. The forced movement caused the round stool to slide across the wood floor making a loud scraping noise. The woman stirred, moaning faintly as she fluttered her eyes open. Long, blonde tresses fell across her face.
“Good morning,” he said softly.
Obviously startled by his voice, she jerked backward. She opened her mouth to speak, nothing came out. After clearing her throat, she attempted again. “You…you’re not Edmond. Who…who are you?” She scrunched under the cover, clinging to the bedcoverings tucked under her chin.
Standing, he stepped closer to the bed. “Mikael, Mikael Larson. You’re in the bedroom of my house.”
“Your house? No. This is Edmond’s house.”
The shaking covers made him realize she shivered from fear and not a chill.
“Don’t be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you. You were on my front porch when I arrived home last night. What’s your name?”
Tears glistened in her eyes as they widened to meet his. “Where’s Edmond?”
“I’m sorry, Miss. I don’t know who Edmond is. This is my house. I bought it several months ago. I’m the new sheriff in Marneport and I may be new, but I don’t remember meeting you before. Do you live around here or in the next town?”
“No, this is my home. I mean, this is Edmond’s but Marneport is my home. I don’t understand what’s happening.”
Taking another stride toward the bed, he searched for any apprehension on her part. Seeing none, he sat on the edge of the mattress at the foot of the bed. “I’d like to help since you did end up on my doorstep. Why don’t we start with the last thing you remember?”
The expression on her face told him everything. She appeared frightened, confused and not sure to trust him. “It is all right, I won’t hurt you. I’m trying to help. Why not start with your name.”

Moments passed before she spoke. “Nissa. My name is Nissa Moore.”

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About the Author



Gray Dixon, the nom de plume of erotica writer of hot, sexy stories for the adult crowd, loves walks along the beach at sunset, a glass of wine over a romantic dinner and a night of love.

On the serious side, she currently resides in Orlando, Florida, the land of magic, surrounded by the treasured gems in her life, a caring, loving husband, dutiful and loyal daughter, and precious, delightful granddaughter. Oh and not to forget her mischievous Silky terrier, Fitzy.

Many things excite Gray—crafting, watching the History Channel, reality shows (not all, but some), travel, and of course writing. She’s worked hard all her life in many interesting fields and enjoyed all of them, but she finally found enough time to relax and enjoy escaping into the worlds she creates through her stories. She writes contemporary and paranormal erotica with BDSM elements, and hopes readers will enjoy the tales she weaves.

Monday, July 11, 2016

Fireworks Above and Below in Widow's Walk


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?

I Heart Book Publishing, June 6, 2016
Ebook: words; Print: 227 p.
Contemporary romantic suspense, M/F, 2 flames



Excerpt (PG): Fireworks Above and Below
Mt. Kineo

The sky was still that queerish gray of autumn in the high north, but they could see clouds racing across it, forming castles or pretending to be mountains, alternately obscuring and liberating the moon. At the pier they piled into a van and headed toward the noise.
Franz called from the front of the bus, “Rockwood is actually quite small. The population waxes and wanes with the seasons, but there are never more than a thousand people in residence now that the timber industry has bypassed us.”
Sarah craned her neck out the window. “It looks as though the entire village is outside tonight.”
Holden pointed at the British, Canadian, and American flags flying from every lamp post. “Guy Fawkes Day is Rockwood’s favorite holiday.”
Franz laughed. “Probably because three-quarters of its citizens hail from across the border.”
Ivy pointed at a fat man dressed as Uncle Sam. “They don’t seem too picky about historical consistency.”
Leo nodded. “At any rate, they sure go all out.”
As Franz let them off and went to park the van, a band marched past, playing Sousa’s Stars and Stripes Forever. The crowd cheered. Al hacked and spat tobacco juice. “Do they all have to be so…patriotic?” He managed to make it sound pornographic. No one answered him.
Nathan and Bunny began to dance to the music. “It must be wonderful to be so in love,” sighed Sarah.
Catherine didn’t think so. Of course, she’d only been in love once, and the romance hadn’t lasted much past their wedding day. A month or so after the honeymoon, Jonathan began to withdraw from her. Catherine had no idea why. Over time he became more and more aloof. His behavior made Catherine so nervous she found herself blurting out inappropriate comments just to get a reaction from him. To her distress, his responses fell just short of hostile. Catherine’s sister Jane speculated that he was insecure about his new job. Her father thought he must be preoccupied with his research. Her best friend Evangeline averred he was gay and wouldn’t admit it. Whatever the reason, as the months went by, Jonathan turned increasingly inward, shutting her out. Catherine was distraught, then angry, then sad. Then he disappeared.
The music stopped, and the fireworks began with a vengeance.
Franz appeared. “Sorry folks, we forgot to pack the folding chairs. You’ll have to stand.”
“That’s okay!” Sarah spread her legs and tilted her head back.
Leo and Ivy crossed the street. “We can lean against that wall.”
Nathan and Bunny sat down on the curb. Catherine joined them. Rocket after rocket boomed, battering them with sound and light. At last the grand finale began—shower after shower of red, purple, and silver tendrils. She stood up and craned her neck. As the brilliant fountains shot higher, she leaned a little farther back. All of a sudden she began to fall backward, but before she could hit the ground, two strong hands gripped her shoulders, steadying her. She turned and found herself in Holden’s arms. He gazed at her, the gold sparkles of the cascading fireworks reflected in his eyes. Quickly, he bent down and brushed her lips with his, and just as quickly released her.
Catherine stood gaping at him, her mouth tingling. What was that all about? At that instant, the sky went dark. With a collective sigh the crowd began to disperse. She stood alone as people pushed past her.
Holden’s deep voice cut through the hubbub. “Mount Kineo Resort, over here.” She roused herself into motion and followed him to the van. On the return trip, the only sounds were those of Nathan and Bunny surreptitiously spooning in the rear seat, and stifled yawns from everyone else. As they limped off to bed, Catherine heard the professor ask Holden about Seboomook. She strained to hear his reply, but missed it. Please God, let’s go tomorrow. She needed to refocus on what she was here for, not on two gold-flecked brown eyes and a pair of full, sensitive lips.



Saturday, July 9, 2016

OMG Whirlwind Romance Available for Pre-Order


In the aftermath of a hurricane, Lacey Delahaye finds herself marooned on an island on the Gulf coast of Florida with a mysterious man. They are immediately drawn to each other, but before Armand can confess his identity, they are kidnapped and taken to a tiny island in the western Caribbean. With the help of her son Crispin and a cadre of loyal followers, she and Armand must face down pirates, power-mad ideologues, and palace intrigue, if they are to restore the once idyllic tropical island to its former glory.

Whirlwind Romance will be released August 17, but YOU can get your order in now here

The Wild Rose Press: http://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/4470-whirlwind-romance.html