Flotsam & Jetsam

What set Ellie off anyway? A thought intruded. No, couldn’t be. He checked her profile. Nah. But his mouth formed a hopeful smile, and he leaned back, humming his favorite tune. Flotsam & Jetsam

The dashing Frenchman or the handsome handyman? Who will she choose? For the Love of a Spy

Monday, December 31, 2012


How did I miss this? A FIVE-STAR review for Triptych from Rochelle Weber at Amazon. Here’s a quote:
“I simply have to say that M. S. Spencer is brilliant. I don't think I could write a book with so much intrigue and suspense…don't miss it. It's a keeper!”  Thank you, Rochelle!
Read the rest of the review here: http://www.amazon.com/Triptych-M-S-Spencer/dp/1618851454/

Monday, December 24, 2012

Next Big Thing Blogs This Week

Okay all, this week on the Next Big Thing Blog Hop you get to meet five more fabulous authors and hear all about their upcoming projects. On December 24 hop to:
Zoe Dawson: www.zoedawsonauthor.blogspot.com
On December 27: Beth Caudill at http://BethCaudill.net/blog
And on December 28 Donna Shields: http://www.donna-realworldwriting.blogspot.com

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Happy Birthday Amber Kallyn

Welcome to Amber Kallyn’s Birthday Bash. We’ve got some great giveaways for you to win!

Amber says: "I love the holidays, but not necessarily having my birthday fall smack dab in the middle of them, LOL. But this year, I’d like to do something special for my readers. Over 25 authors and bloggers have come together to celebrate my 24th birthday (I won’t mention how many years I’ve turned 24 again)."

We have some wonderful prizes, and all you have to do is leave a comment at the participating blogs to win. Easy.

And don’t forget, Bloodstorm (Heart of a Vampire, Book 1) is currently free right now for an early present.

Grand Prize

One commenter will win their choice of a NOOK Simple Touch™ with GlowLight or a Kindle Paperwhite (Up to $140 value)

Ebooks from the following Authors
Paloma Beck (Coming Home, Contemporary romance)
Jami Grey (Shadow’s Edge and Shadow’s Soul, Urban fantasy)
Zrinka Jelic (Paranormal romance)
Christine Fairchild (An Eye For Danger, romantic suspense)
Marian Lanouette (If I Fail, Mystery)
Sylvia Hubbard (5 Ebooks)
Kenra Daniels (Safe Heart and Kassern, Paranormal romance)

A $40 Gift card to either Amazon or Barnes and Noble.

My Prize
I'm giving away a beautiful mouse pad or key chain--your choice--to one lucky reader. Plus, there will be giveaways at some of the other blogs.

How to win
The contest is open from Dec 19th to Saturday the 22nd. Hop to all the blogs. The winner will be chosen from the commenters on all participating blogs. Leave a comment at each blog for additional entries to win. It's that simple! Winner will be drawn on Sunday the 23rd.
Enjoy meeting new authors and book bloggers, and good luck on winning the Birthday Bash Prizes. Here are the participating authors and their links:
M. S. Spencer (that's me) plus~
Cynthia Arsuaga
Gemma Murray
Keira Kohl
Kenra Daniels
Lynn Chantale
Elise Vancise
Mona Karel
Lynda Kaye Frazier
Sylvia Hubbard
Marian Lanouette
Jami Gray
KE Saxon
Harlie’s Book Blog
Dianne Venetta
Christina Ricci
Cassandra Carr
Deb Sanders
Shauna S. Roberts
Danita Minnis
Kelly Whitley
Sarah Grimm
Zrinka Jelic
Sherry Gloag
Christine Fairchild
Paloma Beck

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Happy Birthday Amber Kallyn!

The luscious writer Amber Kallyn, author of paranormal romance and urban fantasy, is celebrating her birthday December 19. Visit her here and at lots of other sites for a chance to win a Kindle or Nook. One lucky visitor to my site will also win a beautiful keychain suitable for framing—or using. Read all about Amber’s great books, including her Heart of a Vampire series,  and wish her a very happy birthday!

Monday, December 17, 2012

The Next Big Thing(s) Right Here & Beyond!

I’d like to thank Erin O’Quinn for inviting me to join this blog hop and giving me cover for droning on and on about my latest WIPs. The origins of the hop seemed to be lost in the mists of time (along with the true nature of Richard III and who ate the first oyster), but it’s already given hundreds of authors a chance to talk about their babies. I've tagged five wonderful authors to follow me next week: Zoe Dawson, J. A. Garland, Donna Shields, Lila Hart, and Beth Caudill. Be sure to check their sites (links below).

I have three WIPs in various stages of editing. Lapses of Memory, slated for release May 2013, is
a story within a story of a couple who meet every few years on a plane. Journalists, they become embroiled in all kinds of international crises, from the Iranian revolution to the Lebanese Civil war. Along the way they get to fly in the latest aircraft as it goes on-line.  The story is intertwined with the contemporary romantic troubles of the heroine’s daughter, who must choose between a reserved American and a mercurial Frenchman.

I’m in early edits of The Mark of Love and Death: Murder at the Masonic Memorial (an Old Town romance). Her first day as docent in the George Washington Masonic Memorial, Philippa Wilding finds a distinctly non-Masonic item: a dead body. As she deals with a smitten police detective, a handsome George Washington expert, faceless black ops agents, and two ruthless mothers, she learns more than she ever expected to about jewels and pennies, irregular Masonic lodges, and George Washington’s family secrets.

The book I'd like to talk about today is Mai Tais & Mayhem: Murder at Mote Marine. A full-length novel of romantic suspense, it is set to be released by Secret Cravings Publishing in January, 2013. Here's the 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.
She is drawn to Cameron Mason, tiger-eyed and handsome, but before she can drop her longstanding opposition to marriage and accept her true love, she must face the possibility that he could be a thief, and even a murderer. 


What is the working title of your current/next book?
Mai Tais and Mayhem: Murder at Mote Marine (a Sarasota Romance).

Where did you get the idea for that book?
I spend a lot of time at Mote Marine, an internationally renowned marine science laboratory, when I’m in Florida—it seemed a perfect place for a murder. And no, the dolphin didn’t do it.

What's the genre of the book?
Romantic suspense/Murder Mystery

If you could pick actors to play the lead characters in your story, who would you pick?
The heroine Tessa Diamond—Long black, silky hair, jet black eyes, Gypsy features, long neck, long, long legs: how about Penelope Cruz?

The hero Cameron Mason—Golden brown wavy hair, swimmer’s build, hair on his chest, tawny eyes: Hugh Jackman, Chris Pine, James Marsden, Josh Duhamel, or Paul Walker?

Dugan Trevally (one of the villains)—reddish hair, bright blue eyes, wiry: Simon Pegg is perfect.

How would you describe your book in one sentence (10 words or less)? Boy meets girl, crisis, crisis, crisis, boy gets girl.

How will your book be published, submitted through the traditional route to a traditional publisher or will you be handling it yourself through Indie Publishing methods? Mai Tais & Mayhem will be published by a traditional e-book publisher.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of this book? About three months. But the first draft for me is really a glorified outline—usually runs about 30,000 words. I lay it out, then go back two to three times to fill in the meat of the story, build the characters up, and track the consistency of the plot.

What other books within your genre are similar to yours?
All five of my previous books—Lost in His Arms, Lost and Found, Losers Keepers, Triptych, and Artful Dodging—are romantic suspense. I’ve begun adding a dollop of murder mystery lately, with a bit more complicated plots.

Who or what inspired you to write this book?
I have a house on a barrier island near Sarasota and Mote Marine Labs and love the area. Mote Marine does a bang-up job in all kinds of oceanic research. That, and long white sand beaches, gorgeous weather, flora, fauna, food—I had to write about it!

What about your book will pique the reader's interest?
A reader will find quite a bit about sea life, about exotic birds, and even caviar to entice him or her. I think the twists and turns of plot, intrigue and romantic ups and downs should keep the reader glued to the book.

Next week please join the following authors at their sites, and continue the tradition.
12/ 24: Zoe Dawson at www.zoedawsonauthor.blogspot.com
12/24: Lila Hart at http://lilaharterotica.blogspot.com/
12/24: J. A. Garland at http://www.jagarland.blogspot.com/
12/27: Beth Caudill at http://BethCaudill.net/blog
12/ 28: Donna Shields on her blog http://www.donna-realworldwriting.blogspot.com/

Monday, December 10, 2012

Fabulous Cover for Mai Tais and Mayhem

Note to your left the beautiful cover that Dawne Dominique made for my January release Mai Tais and Mayhem: Murder at Mote Marine. Note the turtle heading out to sea!

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Welcome to the Hot Winter Nights Blog Hop!

Once you’ve cooled off after reading the R-rated excerpts below, click on the hunky fellow in the right side bar to hop to home base, or click on any of the participating authors in the list in the right sidebar just below Mr. Hot.  We will be giving away a grand prize worth over $100 in value, which includes 11 eBooks and $60 in Gift Certificates:
$50 Amazon Gift Card
$10 Bookstrand Bucks
eBook prize package
In addition, one lucky commenter on this post will win a beautiful key chain, suitable for the key to some special place! Just be sure to include your email address in the comment.

Now let’s have at it:

What’s the best thing to do on a cold winter night? Make hot, hot love with a warm body, right? Here’s a collection of short, hot shots of winter love from three of my books, Losers Keepers, Triptych, and Artful Dodging.  These excerpts are all R rated. For more information on each of the books, click on the covers in the left sidebar.
Losers Keepers: Sex Under the Stars

An hour later, Jack paid and they walked arm in arm out to her car. Both Dagne’s stomach and heart were replete. Night had fallen. “The traffic should have cleared by now. Why don’t I give you a ride back to…I’ve forgotten where you’re staying?”
“It’s a B and B in New Church. Not far. Thanks.” They got in. As Dagne searched for her keys, Jack’s arm settled on her shoulder. She backed out of the parking lot and headed down the dirt road. His hand rubbed her neck gently. She pressed back. It felt so good. She didn’t even mind when his other hand began to wander down toward her breast but thought it prudent to suppress the urge to help him. His breath came huskily in her ear. “Dagne, I want you. Now.”
“Jack, we’re in a car!”
“On a deserted road. Out in the wilderness.”
“It’s a farm. Somebody’s farm.”
“Yeah, I know. Perfect. Pull over.”
Anticipation clouded her judgment. She could feel different parts of her body begin to tingle—whether at the secret thrill of the exotic location or the nearness of him, she couldn’t tell. He pulled her out of the car, opened the back door and pushed her onto the back seat. His hot breath seared her belly where he’d pulled up her sweatshirt. A tongue tickled her navel, then licked upwards till it reached her bra. His hand moved on her back and an instant later, she felt the sweet release of her breasts from the underwire. They weren’t free for long. His mouth fastened on her nipple and began to suckle. Dagne writhed in ecstasy. “Jack, no. You are too bad. No, don’t.”
For answer, he moved to the other nipple. When he lifted her skirt something cold and hard ground into her. The seat belt buckle gouged her naked thighs. Fortunately fingers distracted her from the pain as they pulled her silk panties aside—“Mmmm, silk. You know what that does to me, Dagne”—and pressed inside her. A second later, they were replaced by a mouth that began to massage her labia, blowing softly on the engorged lips. She felt his tongue dart inside, licking and sucking, setting the tender flesh on fire. Her orgasm crackled upward and sucked all the oxygen out of the tiny space.
“Jack…Jack…oh my God…Jack.” She fell to earth. As she lay panting she heard the sound of a zipper. Where his fingers had roamed there infiltrated a most welcome, rough, hard cock that beat up her thigh and entered her. It moved in and out, hardening with each thrust, faster and faster. She fell into the rhythm and they rocked, the car rocking in tandem with their motion.
Jack’s voice came urgently, muffled in her hair. “Dagne, come with me, come with me.”
“I will.” What else could she say? She rose to meet him and in a great whoosh they met and melded into one perfect creature, undivided. He let his body gently settle on hers and they lay quietly. Just as Dagne began to drift off to sleep, a light hit her eyes and the sound of a truck engine broke the stillness. “Jack, Jack, get off me! Quick! It’s the tow truck!”
Jack scrambled to the side, pulling his jeans up. He let out an oath and she heard a sucking sound. “Damned zipper.” Meanwhile she pulled both her sweatshirt and her skirt down, scrambled out the door and dove for the front seat. Just in time for the driver to pull off the road behind the Subaru.
“You the one needing a tow, Lady?”

Triptych: After Dinner Treat

He kneeled before her, took her hands, and slowly lifted her as he rose. Gently he wrapped her face in his palms and brought his lips close, closer to her heart-shaped mouth. She stood, not wanting to move or breathe, waiting. He barely grazed her lips with his, and stepped back. “Thank you.”
She opened her eyes.  He stood quietly, his expression both ardent and patient. A little voice sang in her ear. “Go for it.”  She leaned forward, put her arms around his neck and drew him to her. Her lips smashed against his with all the pent-up desire she’d been pretending didn’t exist. He opened his mouth and parted her teeth, his tongue probing, licking, teasing. Their bodies touched and pressed against each other and they hung on, swaying. Miranda felt wave on wave of an intense emotion that had to be passion pass through her. The tide did not ebb.
With sudden determination he lifted her and carried her to the bed. “Miranda, I’ve wanted this since I first saw you. Tell me you felt the same.”
Oh, God yes. “No. No, Luc, we can’t. No.”
He stopped unbuttoning her blouse. “Why not? Tell me.” His voice came thickly.
“Because…oh, Luc, it’s not right. I don’t know. I don’t tr—” He stopped the words with another kiss. This time it went deeper still, the streams of desire spreading through her lymph nodes. Her hands and feet tingled and her vulva melted. She let him take off the blouse. Her nipples peeped above the blue lace bra. With his tongue he nudged them out of hiding and fastened on one. Miranda writhed with the pleasure of it, knowing she shouldn’t allow it. But Luc had left the nipple and was trailing kisses down her belly. Strong hands pulled the skirt down to reveal her blue silk bikini. Before she could say a word he tore them off. With his hands he spread the vaginal lips and began to lick the folds, sucking up her juices. “Oh, my God, Luc, no.”
He stopped. “No?”
“I…uh…” She looked him full in the face. His black eyes flashed, his tousled hair fell across his brow. Her body let go.
Somehow he knew she had given in. He unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop. She ripped open the rose-colored oxford shirt he’d been wearing and spattered kisses on his chest. He pushed her down on the bed and rose above her. “Miranda.” Then he plunged into her.
So this is what making love feels like. With Edward it had been only sex. This, this is love. She went to meet him. And they rested.
Miranda’s body felt like a feather bed, like a warm bath, like the eye of the storm. She didn’t think she’d ever been so relaxed or so sure the world was a wonderful place. She gazed at her lover. “Luc?”
He opened one eye.
“Yes, mon chou?”
A tiny click. She looked toward the door. “Oh my God, Luc, we left it open! Someone heard us.”

Artful Dodging: Christmas with Benefits
He sniffed the air. “Smells like snow. Come on, Milo.”
She followed him, stifling both the disappointment and her desire. He’s going to offer me a drink and send me home. And that’s okay. I’ll be fine. Oh, but look at that butt and those shoulders. Is he sexier in Armani or L.L. Bean?
He closed the door behind her, ran his arms around her middle, and kissed the back of her neck. The little hairs rose to meet him. Electricity shot through her like a high-tension power line. He touched the top of her head and slowly spun her around to face him. His eyes burned into hers, and her mouth went dry.
“Yes, Tristram?”
“Do you know where you are?”
“Um…your house?”
He grinned. “Just checking. You didn’t remember much about our last…encounter, and I want to make sure you are conscious during every single minute you spend here.”
Yeah, right. Forget the small talk and take me to bed, you big gorgeous lug.
Oh my God, I said that out loud! Shit.
It was too late to take back. He didn’t appear to be listening anyway. He dropped her coat on the floor and lifted her, taking the stairs two at a time. Translucent shafts of light from a recessed panel illuminated the California king that took up most of the room.
Tristram lit a tall, white candle on the bureau and touched her shoulder. “Milo? May I?”
One hand went to the buttons on her blouse, and he undid them carefully. Why did he have to be so polite? Why didn’t he just rip her clothes off like he did the last time? Not that I remember. She let the blouse fall, her breath coming in short gasps. He reached out and cupped one of her breasts, encased in delicate orchid lace. He pulled the lace down with his index finger, allowing the nipple to lift its hungry head. He flicked at it until it stood up hard and ready for something more substantial. Obligingly, he leaned down and licked it. Then he gently unhooked the bra and licked the other nipple. Milo didn’t think she could stand much more.
His hand moved to the button of her jeans. She tightened her abdomen as he unzipped them and let his hand reach in and cup the mound. She fought the urge to press against it but gave in when he started to knead. Her vulva inflamed, releasing the juices like slow-moving lava, soaking the thin material of her bikini.
He pulled the jeans off and knelt before her. His fingers wormed their way under the panties and tickled her yearning lips. Her mind emptied of everything but the aching in her vagina. He rolled the bit of lace off, tossed it in a corner, and began to suck. Slurping and swallowing, he twisted the sensitive flesh and sent his tongue to palpate her clitoris. Milo spread her legs wider, her pussy riding his mouth like a rodeo cowgirl. The candle flickered, shimmering on his desire-glazed eyes. She shouldn’t have looked at his face—it brought her to instant orgasm. She held a hand to her mouth to stop the scream. He pulled away from her, dribbling wet kisses down the inside of her thighs.
Then her lover moved lightning fast. He tore his clothes off, pushed her onto the bed, and moved up to close with her. His cock, hard and healthy, inserted itself into her. She folded her legs around his back and began the delectable climb to climax. He slid in and out, his penis scratching the itch inside her vagina. There. Almost there. Almost…arggggh.
He collapsed on top of her.