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.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

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

The Mason's Mark, my romantic suspense/murder mystery,  is set in Old Town Alexandria and involve long lost papers, distant family scandals, and academic intrigue concerning our first President. Delicious mystery and even more delicious romance ensue. Today I’m offering an excerpt of the our hero and heroine’s first date.



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 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.



Claire's house

On her first day as a newly minted docent for the George Washington National Masonic Memorial, Claire Wilding meets the handsome, if mysterious Gideon Bliss, himself a newly minted U. S. Senator. They do not hit it off. Or so Claire thinks. Gideon, however, has other ideas.


Excerpt (PG): Gideon Comes Back
When they reached Prince Street, Gideon found a parking spot directly in front of her house, no small feat. Just one more way he’s special, thought Claire glumly. He walked her to her door. She unlocked it and turned to thank him, but he was already on his way to his car.
Ichabod greeted her with a snarl.
“I know. I forgot to feed you. Come on, Icky.” She found a can of cat food and emptied it into his bowl. Then she poured herself a large glass of water and took it to the living room to conduct an analysis of the soiree.
So at any point did I come across as even semi-coherent? She tried to hack through the warm, fuzzy blanket of the evening. Gideon had been the perfect gentleman, ordering foie gras and champagne, pointing out the constellations with obvious expertise, helping her in and out of the car. It all seemed so…unreal. Like he was acting a part. Too perfect. And he’d sucked her in like soda through a straw. She slapped her forehead, forgetting that she still held the glass. Water sluiced across her face and ran down her front. She mopped it up with some tissues and vowed to hit the antique stores that weekend. I’ve got to get a coffee table. Preferably one with cup holders.
The doorbell rang. With the disintegrating tissue pressed to her face, she stood on tiptoe to check the peephole and looked straight into an unblinking sea-green ocean. Gideon. After a minute she remembered to open the door.
He stared at her with concern. “Are you all right?”
Claire pulled the tissue away and noticed black streaks on it. Her mascara must have run. Oh no, I bet he thinks I’ve been crying. She rubbed her eyes, hoping that wasn’t making it worse. “Fine. I spilled a glass of water, that’s all.”
“Oh.” He stood, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “Um, could I come in for a minute?”
She pointed at the living room and backed away, then turned and leapt up the steps. A quick look in the mirror confirmed her suspicions. I look like something Ichabod’s been playing with. She fixed her face, wrung out her blouse, and returned with renewed aplomb.
Gideon filled the small space. Claire sidled around him and sat on a packing crate. He looked around the room. “So…er, have you just moved in?”
“Yes.” It struck her that he was more uncomfortable than she and drew strength from that. “About a week ago. Sorry about the mess. Won’t you have a seat?”
He dropped down on the loveseat but immediately sprang back up. He patted his rear, flummoxed. “Why am I wet?”
Claire put a hand to her mouth to suppress the giggle. “Ooh, I’m sorry. I forgot. That’s where I spilled the water. Here, let me.”
She retrieved a towel from the kitchen and began to dab at the dark blotch on his khakis. He stood it for a minute, then put a hand under her chin and lifted her up. “You’d better stop doing that. This is hard enough for me.” He blinked. “Do you…do you know how beautiful you are?”
The question threw her. How to respond? Yes? No? Tell me more? She decided to let him talk.
“Your eyes are the color of the deepest part of the Caribbean Sea on a cloudless day. I could sink into them and drown.” He touched her brow. “And these little cinnabar ringlets framing that soft, creamy face…” He wrapped one around his finger. “Wind one up tight and it could strangle me.” He took her hand. “Your fingers—so slim and delicate, like little stilettos. Sharp enough to gouge an eye out.”
Claire stepped away from him, bewildered. “You make me sound like a vicious animal. Why?”
His hands dropped to his sides. “Because I sense how dangerous you are.”
“Dangerous?”
“To me. Claire…I—” He gazed at her helplessly.
Someone had better take charge.

George Washington National Masonic Memorial

Wild Rose Press, May 6,2016 (Crimson Rose imprint)
Mystery/Cozy Mystery, Romantic suspense
ebook 79,000 words; print 322 pp.
M/F;  3 flames

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Monday, April 17, 2017

Milo Finds a Body - Artful Dodging: the Torpedo Factory Murders

What would you do if you found a body in a dark, empty, warehouse and you’re all alone? Panic? Find out what intrepid needlepoint artist Milo Everhart does when she makes a gruesome discovery in the Torpedo Factory Art Center tower in the dead of night.




The Torpedo Factory Art Center in Old Town Alexandria, Virginia, is a hulking former munitions factory right on the waterfront. Since the 1970s it has been host to art studios, a museum, and an art school. It’s never been renovated and is still a vast open central space surrounded by meandering corridors and rooms tucked away here and there. It is topped by a tower reached by hidden stairs. So you can imagine how our heroine, Milo Everhart, felt when she had to traverse the narrow stairs, open fire doors, and walk through a huge dark hall, to let the police in.

Stairs Milo Goes Down in the Dark
Excerpt (G): The Body

“Hello! Hello? 911?”
“Please state the nature of your emergency.”
“A body. There’s a b…b…body.” The word came out as a gurgle.
“Yes, ma’am. Now tell me where you are.”
Milo looked wildly around the darkened corridor. “Second floor. No lights.”
“Ma’am? Second floor of what?”
“Oh, er, the Torpedo Factory. I ran downstairs. I…”
“The Torpedo Factory? You mean the building at 105 North Union Street?”
Milo almost snapped, “How many torpedo factories do you know?” but thought better of it. “Yes.”
“All right, ma’am. Now, you say you’ve found a body? Is it dead?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course it’s dead. Dead. A dead body. In the office.”
“The office?”
“The tower. Look, can you send the police? I’m all alone in the building. Except for the body, of course. I mean, it’s pitch black in here. Please?” She knew she sounded less than rational, but weren’t 911 operators trained to weed out the gibberish and cut to the chase?
“I’ve already sent out a call. The police should be arriving any minute. Now, will they be able to enter the building?”
“Oh! Er. I don’t know. Archie’s already locked up.”
“Archie?”
“The super. He’s long gone, though.”
“Can you get to a door to let them in?”
Milo’s shoes must have found bubble gum on the floor all by themselves, since they appeared to be stuck. “I…uh…I can’t get to the doors.” Nothing but silence on the other end. She must think I’m lazy. Or a coward. I’ll bet she knows how to wait people out, to force them to do her bidding. “I’m not lazy, miss. I’m just…I’m wondering. What if the murderer is hiding somewhere, still in the building?”
“Murderer? You think the victim was murdered?”
Every CSI show she’d ever watched, plus a couple of X Files, fast-forwarded through her brain. Somewhere in the reruns she found the answer. “I don’t know. That’s for the experts to decide.” Thank you, Gil Grissom.
“Okay, ma’am. Listen to me carefully. If the building is locked, the police will have to break the door down, but first they’ll have to go to a judge and get a search warrant. So you see, the quickest way they can help you is if you let them in. Now, do you think you can go down the stairs to the door?”
Milo drew in a long, ragged breath, holding it until her head began to spin. As she let it out, she managed, “Yes. I’m on the landing. Can you stay on the line with me in case I’m attacked?”
“I sure will.”
Milo felt her way with one hand toward the middle stairwell. “I’m on the stairs now. Now I’m walking down the stairs.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The central staircase of the factory only had a single metal railing and thus was exposed to the entire main hall. If anyone still lurked in the building he could easily see (and hear) her. She stopped halfway down and looked across the main lobby to the front entrance, a set of doublewide, glass-paned sliding doors. “There are flashing lights and sirens coming from Union Street.”
“Yes, ma’am. That would be the police.”
Well, duh.


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. 



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Saturday, April 15, 2017

Mai Tais and Mayhem: Tessa Finds a Body

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


I’d like to talk about my romantic suspense/murder mystery set on the Gulf coast of Florida, Mai Tais and Mayhem: Murder at Mote Marine.

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

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



Tessa Diamond, the heroine of Mai Tais and Mayhem: Murder at Mote Marine, works with the annual sea turtle nesting survey along with a motley assortment of volunteers. There are in fact several volunteer groups that patrol the 770 miles of coastline during the nesting season. Five of the seven sea turtle species live in Florida waters: the loggerhead, the leatherback, the green, the Kemp’s ridley, and the hawksbill. This year Mote Marine logged a record number of nests on Longboat Key.

Tessa is checking on a leatherback named Fred who is being rehabilitated at Mote, when she makes a grisly discovery.


Excerpt (G): The Body

The alarm woke her at seven. Tessa threw on the Mote polo shirt and black golf skort she’d laid out the night before, grabbed the bagel and can of V8 she’d left on the counter, and shot down Gulf of Mexico Drive as the sun came up. The road for once was deserted, and she could revel in the breeze blowing her long hair over her shoulders and the scent of frangipani in the air. The soft gray sky held only a hint of the deep blue to come later, and the gulf lay becalmed by the evaporating night. She sang a country song as she drove. In her bones she knew this would be a glorious day, the first in a long time where she felt free of any guilt or sadness. If only she could whistle. If only I could carry a tune.

She parked in the aquarium lot and walked across to the Goldstein Center. Pulling out the key Pilchard had given her, she let herself in by the ticket booth. Pale, blurry light seeped in through the plastic sheeted tanks to her right. She went up the stairs and around the gift shop to the dolphin pool, rattling doors as she went. All was quiet and locked. A snort came from the pool. One of the dolphins raised his head and peered at her before diving back down.

Looks okay here. She checked her watch. Eight-twenty. The support staff should be arriving soon to open the gift shop and ticket counter. She walked back down the stairs. The turtle tanks lay to her right—two large shallow pools that at present held four sea turtles, one leatherback—Fred—two green turtles, and a loggerhead. She leaned over Fred’s tank. “Fred,” she called, “how are you? Feeling better?”

A black mass floated at the other end of the pool. Oh dear, I hope he’s not still sick. Worried, she skirted the other tank and ducked under the gate. The mass didn’t move. “Fred?” She reached out a hand to touch his shell and instead encountered something soft and mushy. “Fred?”

At that moment the overhead light flashed on. She swung around. From the hall came the voice of Henry Stillwater, the coordinator of the dolphin training program. “Who’s there?”

“It’s Tessa. Tessa Diamond. I’m the volunteer. I was checking on Fred, but something’s wrong.”

“What?”

Tessa turned around to look into the pool again and screamed.



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Monday, April 10, 2017

Ah Paris! Olivia's Dilemma--Lapses of Memory at Misty Simon's Today


Come discover the handsome, dashing, rich Frenchman Rémy , who wants to take Olivia around the world. Lapses of Memory is at Misty Simon’s blog the Whole Shebang Site today.  See why Olivia has so much difficulty choosing!


Sunday, April 2, 2017

Old Love, New Love: Spencer at Mary Morgan's Blog Today

Old Town wharf where Elian & Sydney talk

In my new romantic suspense, Lapses of Memory, the hero recognizes his true love at first sight. Only after years of separation does the heroine finally realize they are meant to be together, but this time, in a twist of fate, it is he whose memory of her is gone. Read about it at Mary Morgan’s blog today:

http://www.marymorganauthor.com/single-post/2017/04/01/Spotlight-Author-Interview-and-NewRelease-LAPSES-OF-MEMORY-by-MS-SPENCER

Thursday, March 30, 2017

First Kiss: Lapses of Memory at Delilah Devlin's Today

Port of Tangier

Come on down to NY Times bestselling author Delilah Devlin’s wonderful site for a hint at romance to come. Sydney’s and Eddie’s first kiss happens in an unusual place—the port of Tangier, Morocco. Under water. Read more here:
http://www.delilahdevlin.com/blog/2017/03/30/m-s-spencer-lapses-of-memory/

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Sydney Interferes--But in the Name of Love! Lapses at Misplaced Misfit Today

Old Town Alexandria where Ben & Olivia talk

Today in a brand new excerpt from Lapses of Memory we meet Benjamin Knox, Olivia’s other love interest.

It is spring in Old Town Alexandria, and Sydney Bellek is dictating her memoir to her daughter Olivia. Every few years from the age of five she meets her true love Elian Davies, but while he remembers her, she doesn’t recognize him. Only after surviving wars, revolutions, and years of separation will she realize they are meant to be, but this time it is Elian who has lost his memory of her. Will he remember her before she loses heart or will their new love be enough to replace the old one?

Meanwhile, her daughter Olivia has her own dilemma—how to choose between the rich and dashing Rémy de Beaumec, who wants to take her around the world, and the steady, quiet, American-to-the-core, Benjamin Knox, who only wants to make her happy.

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Tuesday, March 28, 2017

The Lady of the Forest--Historical Romance from Barbara Bettis

Please welcome Barbara Bettis and her lovely romance, The Lady of the Forest. Barbara, could you tell us a little about the origin of the story?



Henry and Katherine’s story didn’t start out to be, well, Henry and Katherine’s story. He has been a presence in all three of my other books—one of which is a work-in-progress, a prequel of sorts. When he turned up married in The Heart of the Phoenix (his sister Evie’s book) fans began to ask for the tale of Henry and his lady.  I’d been thinking about various plots, but I’d also had an idea for a lady who had faked her death to escape a forced marriage. Although she is independent  and resourceful, she did need a strong, appealing knight to lend a hand. Fortunately, there was Henry, waiting for his opportunity. Thus, Lady Katherine mistakes Lord Henry for an enemy and captures him and the rest is—The Lady of the Forest. It’s a novella at 40,000 words,  and it was such fun to write.

For the next two weeks, The Lady of the Forest is on sale for 99 cents!

The Wild Rose Press, Oct. 28, 2016
Historical romance, 138 pages
SALE PRICE: 99 cents

Blurb:

He must pursue his enemy; she must protect her people. Can their love survive the duties that drive them apart?

When her elderly husband dies, Lady Katherine fakes her own death and disappears into the forest with others escaping the brutish new lord. Determined to protect her people, she knocks the wrong man senseless. But Lord Henry isn’t an enemy, he’s the brother of her childhood friend. Although his tender confidence tempts her, she’s bound by duty.
Henry of Chauvere has found the one lady he wants for his own, never mind she’s tied him hand and foot. When he learns the king has ordered her to wed Stonehill’s ruthless new master, he insists Kate seek haven with his sister. But she won’t desert her friends. Henry vows to solve her problem, provided he catches a traitor before the threat from Kate's past catches her.https://ssl.gstatic.com/ui/v1/icons/mail/images/cleardot.gif

When a daring rescue compels Henry and Kate to join forces, their attraction grows into love. If only duty didn’t drive them apart.

Tree where Lady Kate hides


Excerpt (PG): Prey
He was a fine specimen of a knight. Pity he had to die.

Lady Katherine, late of Stonehill Castle, straddled a low-slung branch and watched the intruder work toward her. Closer he came, guiding his black gelding in a careful walk as he searched the October leaves mounding the forest floor.

Late-afternoon sun reflected off his arm, and she bit back a curse. The traitor wore chain mail beneath his deep green surcoat. Of course. Why would her task be easy? At least his coif lay folded back to expose his head. She could strike there.

Sharp, thick bark bit through Kate’s rough hose. She ignored the discomfort and leaned forward for a better look. Another sunbeam touched the rider’s rich chestnut hair. A strand drooped across his forehead. He shoved it back with a ruthless jab, revealing a wide brow and strong nose.

From her vantage point, he looked to be a fearsome warrior. Pray God he didn’t glance up. The ancient oak’s few tenacious leaves didn’t provide nearly enough cover. But his attention never wavered. One step, then another brought him nearer.

She curled in her lips to cushion her teeth and gripped the knife between them. Breath by shallow, silent breath, she eased into a crouch. Balanced on her toes. Blanked her mind. And waited. He stopped. Right beneath her perch. 

Praise God.

Kate slid the knife into her hand and jumped.

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About the Author
A former health insurance claims adjuster, a former journalist, a former journalism and English professor (she retired in May), Barbara Bettis plans never to be a “former” author.







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Monday, March 27, 2017

Dedications and Lapses of Memory at Sharon Buchbinder's Today

Michael = Elian?
Tangier Beach where Sydney & Elian Play

Dedications—what are they for? I love deciding on the Dedication of a new book—it’s usually a no-brainer, like when I dedicated The Mason’s Mark to the contractor crew who renovated my house while I wrote the book, or Dear Philomena: Love, Lust & Murder on Chincoteague Island, to my children, who spent many a spring or fall week searching for birds and crabs and ponies on the island. Today I talk about the dedication to my latest romantic suspense, Lapses of Memory, at Sharon Buchbinder’s wonderful site. Check it out here:


Saturday, March 25, 2017

Olivia's Dilemma at The Naughty List Today

Old Town where Olivia Meets Remy
Readers may not know that you get a two-fer with my romantic suspense Lapses of Memory! Two…two…two stories in one! Today at L. A. Kelley’s site The Naughty List I’ll introduce you to Olivia, Sydney’s daughter, and her very own dilemma—two suitors. Check it out here:

https://lakelleythenaughtylist.blogspot.com/2017/03/book-spotlight-lapses-of-memory-by-m-s.html

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Love in the Air? Find Out at Tena Stetler's Today

Sydney's & My First Plane

Wow! I’m so excited to be on Tena Stetler’s Author Secrets today. I’m talking about how Lapses of Memory came about as a throwaway idea. Plus she interviews me and I as usual squeal like a little baby and tell all my secrets. Check it out here:

Monday, March 20, 2017

The Traveling Life and Lapses of Memory at Anita Kidesu's Today

Paris Airport where Elian & Sydney Kiss
The lovely Anita Kidesu hosts me today to talk about my new romantic suspense Lapses of Memory. In this NEW introduction and NEW excerpt, I talk about my traveling life and how some of it made its way into the book. Try the excerpt for a very romantic first kiss. Read it here:

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Love in the Air: Lapses of Memory at Linda Nightingale's

Please join me at Linda Nightingale’s wonderful blog to talk about my new romantic suspense, Lapses of Memory

I confess that some of Sydney’s and Elian’s adventures are based loosely on my own. However, the excerpt today, about Sydney and Walker, is entirely fictional. Really. 
Incirlik Air Base in Turkey, where Sydney meets Walker

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Friday, March 17, 2017

Airplanes and Romance: Lapses of Memory at Jane Richards Today

Please drop by Jana Richards’ blog for another look at my new romantic suspense Lapses of Memory. It’s the story of two journalists who fly all over the world following world crises. They manage to fly in most of the new airplanes, which is pretty cool, and they also manage to get together in each. Enjoy an excerpt of one of those encounters here:
Paris Orly Where Sydney & Elian Kiss


Thursday, March 16, 2017

Lapses of Memory 50% Off!


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If you buy one at that price, contact me with the purchase confirmation number and I'll send you a special gift and treat you like a Shah!

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Lapses of Memory at Peggy Jaeger's Today: Who is Elian Really?

LAPSES OF MEMORY RELEASES TODAY!


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.

Please drop by Peggy Jaeger’s lovely site today, where I’m talking about the genesis of my new romantic suspense release Lapses of Memory.  The excerpt “Blue-Penciled by Elian,” introduces the hero and a mystery—is he indeed the great Lothario of the journalism world…or is his reputation an illusion?
https://peggyjaeger.com/2017/03/15/talking-with-author-m-s-spencer-newrelease-twrp/

Friday, March 10, 2017

Lapses of Memory Releases in TWO Days!

RELEASES IN TWO DAYS


LAPSES OF MEMORY


Sydney Bellek first meets Elian Davies in the 1950s on a Boeing 377 Stratocruiser when she is five and he is seven. They run into each other every few years after that, but while he knows from the start that she is his true love, she does not. Later, as rival journalists, they vie for scoops on international crises from the Iranian revolution to the Lebanese civil war. The handsome and intrepid Elian beats her out at every turn, even while keeping his love for her secret.

Only after years of separation does she finally realize they are meant to be together, but this time, in a twist of fate, it is Elian whose memory of her is gone. Will he remember her before she loses heart or will their new love be enough to replace the old one?



Lapses of Memory
Wild Rose Press, 3/15/2017, Imprint: Champagne Rose
Contemporary romantic suspense/Action Adventure; M/F; 2 flames
Ebook (70,560); Print: 296 pp.

Paris
During her travels to Paris, Beirut, Iran and elsewhere, Sydney flies on practically every new airplane design, from the Boeing 707 to the 787, the Stratocruiser, Airbus and even the Concorde.
Beirut


The Concorde


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Thursday, March 9, 2017

A War Like Ours: Saffron Kent's New Erotic Romance


Please welcome Saffron Kent and her brand-new erotic release, A War Like Ours. Since we only have PG excerpts here, she’ll give us just a taste of the romantic tensions in her book.

A War Like Ours
The Wild Rose Press (February 2017);
Imprint: Scarlet Rose
261 p.
Erotic (bisexual) Romance

A liar…

Three weeks ago, James Maxwell’s wife died in a car accident, but he hasn’t been able to tell his five-year old daughter the heartbreaking truth behind her mother's death. Instead, he packs them up and leaves for a summer resort in upstate New York to spend a few peaceful weeks and to gradually break the news. But a spirited and outspoken maid at the resort has figured out his secret.

A hater…

After witnessing her mother’s violent death at the hands of her stepfather, Madison Smith has turned aimless and bitter toward the world—men, in particular. Her dead-end job at the local resort and her convenient girlfriend barely keep Madison from falling apart. When she meets James, however, she’s driven to protect his child from the darkness she sees inside him.

A forbidden kiss…

But Madison doesn’t expect to find that very darkness irresistible. Drowning in guilt and memories, neither does James expect to be drawn to the sharp-witted woman who has made his life miserable. When their tempers flare, a brutal kiss triggers a need that blurs the lines of hate and desire. As their lust spins out of control, they must decide if their attraction is worth fighting for or if love is the real enemy.

Please Note: This book is intended for mature audience. 18+ ONLY.

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Romance Writer and Reader. Coffee Addict. White Russian Drinker. Imaginary Ballet Dancer. Wanna-be Poet. Lana Del Ray & Gillian Flynn Worshiper.

My stories are grey-shaded and NC-17. I write what I love to read. And what I love to read is always twisted and angsty and emotional. My characters desperately need therapy. They tend to kiss a lot too, among other naughty things.

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Excerpt (PG): A liar…a hater…a forbidden kiss…

My arm had begun to feel numb. I forgot to breathe as I looked at him. He could really hurt me. I knew this in my heart. He could really do it. My fear kicked into high gear. Please no. I didn’t think I could go through that again. Turned out people like me could be scared of some things, too. Surprise, my subconscious chanted, weakly.
I tried to free myself. “Let me go.”
He brought me even closer and puffed his stale breath on my face. I fought hard not to gag. His chest wasn’t touching mine, but one deep breath and it would brush. I stopped breathing.
A soft flick, a caress resonated on my skin where he’d grabbed me. It was so soft that it could’ve been air touching my skin, but I knew it was him. He was circling his thumb on my arm. My heart pounded, furious, afraid, and with a tinge of excitement. In the next second, the caress was gone like I’d dreamt it.
I struggled harder. “Let me go!” And then I broke down and uttered a word I hadn’t spoken like I meant it in a long while. “Please.”




Sunday, March 5, 2017

Smashwords Read an Ebook Week--50% off my I Heart books

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