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

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Highlighting Triptych: Romantic Suspense High Above the Potomac

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?

Tied for Best Cover and for Best First Chapter at D. Renee Bagby Presents First Chapters (November 2011), with two Five Star Reviews, Triptych is set on the banks of the Potomac River in Virginia, with a couple of side trips to Paris and Strasburg.


Both Miranda Cabot and her sister Honor prefer their solitude to romance, Miranda having watched her husband die in flames on the Potomac River rocks called the Three Sisters. Not so the youngest, Sybil, who invites a mysterious Frenchman calling himself the Chevalier du bon Arnaque to stay with them in their mansion overlooking the Sisters.

Misgivings about the stranger’s intentions lead Miranda and Honor to ask their neighbors Dieter Heiliger and his grandson Corey to chaperone. Three beautiful, strong-willed women living in a house with three handsome, virile men results inevitably in an intricate web of jealousy, sex, and intrigue.


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.”

65,500 words, M/F, Contemporary romantic suspense, 3 flames (erotic)
Buy links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Triptych-ebook/dp/B0067MSSO0/
Amazon print: http://www.amazon.com/Triptych-M-S-Spencer/dp/1618851454
All Romance E Books: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-triptych-641725-148.html

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Notes from a writer's weird world

Does this ever happen to other writers? I'm working on my new work-in-progress set on Chincoteague, and my heroine decided to call herself Addison Steele. So, in the spirit of the thing, I began to name everyone else after 18th-century British writers. Thus the hero is Hugh Radcliffe, others are Smollett, Swift--well you get the picture. At that point I had to come up with a name for the hero's brother. I wanted the hero to have a tattoo signifying
brotherly love, which brought me to Elton John's Daniel My Brother. Yay--perfect, until I realized what the brother's name would be....

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Chincoteague romantic suspense

In honor of my new work-in-progress, a romantic suspense set in Chincoteague Island, entitled The Wishing Tree, I thought I’d whet your appetite with an excerpt from my first Chincoteague romance, Losers Keepers, now available in BOTH eBook and print!

Crime and punishment, cops, detectives and correctional officers--strong arms of the law! You’ll find it all in Losers Keepers, the story of a romantic triangle enmeshed in murder, set on the Atlantic barrier island of Chincoteague.

Chincoteague is actually a small inhabited island nestled in the arms of Assateague, which protects it from the predations of the Atlantic Ocean. The famous ponies live on Assateague. Assateague is also home to Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge and a gorgeous beach. Wildlife abounds—migrating waterfowl like snow geese and marbled godwits, Sika elk, and the endangered Delmarva squirrel. My family has been visited the island for several decades, and it was inevitable that I set one of my stories there. If you love marshes, bird watching, and beaches that stretch for miles, be sure to visit…after you read my book!

Dagne Lonegan, aka Dear Philomena, advice dispenser extraordinaire, hoped that spending a year on the Eastern Shore island of Chincoteague to write her novel would clear her sinuses, if not her heart, of any feelings for Jack Andrews, erstwhile lover and long-time jerk. It’s just her luck that her first week on the island she’s in the right place at the right time to be involved with 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, interfering with her new romance with Tom Ellis, the handsome manager of the National Wildlife Refuge. Complications ensue when her Jack arrives to take charge of the murder investigation.

Will Dagne stick with the tall, cool glass of a Ranger or fall back into the arms of her first tempestuous passion?

EXCERPT ~ Losers Keepers, by M. S. Spencer (R)

A young woman shuffled toward them, stopping to pick up two large leather-bound menus.


They took that to mean they had a choice of seating and picked a table by the window. Dagne ordered the flounder and Jack chose crab cakes. They stared out at the choppy gray water, faces studiously averted from at each other. The waitress brought glasses of wine. Dagne took a large swig, but still couldn’t think of anything to say. She didn’t have a clue where they stood or what Jack was thinking, not to mention how she felt about things. His profile was, as usual, sphinx-like. Impassive. Unreadable. And so handsome. She could see his long black lashes and the glint of cyan from his eyes. She could smell his scent, always fresh and clean, from across the table. He turned to face her, and she felt the blood rise hotly to her cheeks.

He sipped his wine, studying her. “I’d forgotten how beautiful you are.” He said it simply.

Dagne waited for her heart to stop thumping and finally emitted a squirrely “Thank you.”
He continued to canvass her features.



A broad face, heavily made up, came between them. The query “Crab cakes?” came out along with a puff of Marlborough.

Jack accepted his plate with a wry grin. The waitress set trenchers of coleslaw and hush puppies on the table, and slid a platter eclipsed by an enormous fish bulging with crabmeat under Dagne’s nose. It smelled wonderful.

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?”

Losers Keepers, by M. S. Spencer
Secret Cravings Publishing, 2011
eBook: 72,000 words; Print: 200 pp.
Contemporary romantic suspense, M/F, 3 flames
Buy links: http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=93


Monday, March 18, 2013

Valkyrie Slumbering~Lilly Van Horn's New Fantasy

Today I’m welcoming Lilly Van Horn to Tale Spinner. She has a wonderful new erotic fantasy novella out entitled Valkyrie Slumbering. Published by Inferno Press February 21, this is her first romance/erotica fantasy. She'd love to give a copy of it to one lucky reader. Be sure to leave your email address with your comment to be entered to win!

Lilly, welcome! What brought you to write Valkyrie Slumbering?

I’ve always been fascinated by Viking lore and thought a story based on it could make an incredibly sexy romance. It took me so long to get to it, though, because I’ve been holding back, taming down my writing over the years and I knew I couldn’t do that to do this story justice. Finally, I tore free from the false need to keep my writing ‘clean’ and wrote the story as it wanted to be written.

Can you give us a summary?

After the murder of her father, Kyra's heart is consumed by the need for revenge. The hunt is all that matters. But a chance crossing of paths with the alluring and mysterious Grim threatens to derail her focus and her quest. Something about him draws her in, melts her walls, and speeds her heart. Like her, he is half Alfhiem, but it's more than that. He's funny, considerate, and treats her as an equal even in battle, something most of the Vikings of her native homeland would never do.

Steamy nights are one thing, but Kyra can't allow her heart to become wrapped up with anyone, not until she finds and kills the man who murdered her father. Traveling across the countryside with Grim, though, challenges her resolve in more ways than she thought possible. She still hungers for the hunt but that hunger begins to dim in comparison to the one that grows inside her for Grim.

Creatures that could only be from the legendary land of Midgard interrupt their hunt again and again, creatures that shouldn't exist in this realm. Soon it becomes unclear whether or not Kyra and Grim are the hunters, or the hunted. But who would hunt them, and why?

Sounds like a gripping story. How about a teaser?

“Oh, yes,” I finally say before grasping his leather tunic and pulling him down for a kiss.
Fire dances across me as our lips brush. Though I meant to keep it brief, I’m drawn in like a moth. My lips urge his apart, and I thrust my tongue into his mouth. He tastes of molasses. Sparks spread into me as his tongue dances with mine, making me want to press against him and feel how hard that body really is. But I don’t. Instead I pull back.
Before he can recover, I turn on my heel and start to walk briskly away. His boots pad softly against the cobblestones as he jogs after me. Damn, I’ve done it now.

Where can we buy Valkyrie Slumbering?
Buy links:
Amazon / Barnes and Noble

And where can readers find you?

Blog / Pinterest / Goodreads / Twitter / Facebook

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Saturday, March 16, 2013

St. Patrick's Day and Movies

Welcome to the Romance Studio’s St. Patrick’s Day blog hop. When you’ve caught your breath after reading my post, click on the logo to go to the TRS page and the other participating authors.

I don’t know about you, but I love all the movies associated with St. Patrick’s Day—except the scary ones, that is. Every year we watch Darby O’Gill and the Little People (with a super young Sean Connery), and the Disney movie Luck of the Irish, which I loved because the boy hero starts calling his father Da and we get treated to Henry Gibson as a leprechaun and some nice Irish dancing. I love the Magical Legend of the Leprechauns, a sort of Romeo and Juliet story starring Randy Quaid. A movie I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing is the 1948 version of the Luck of the Irish with Tyrone Power and Anne Baxter. Here’s the summary: Steven is a newspaper reporter who visits Ireland and meets a beautiful woman named Nora and a leprechaun who has lost his pot of gold. Steven returns the gold to the leprechaun who, in an attempt to repay him, follows him to the States disguised as his manservant. Shenanigans ensue. Doesn’t’ it sound intriguing?

Of course, my two all-time favorites are Finian’s Rainbow—Fred Astaire’s last movie, featuring the lovely Petula Clark and such memorable hits as How are Things in Glocca Mora, which is really a beautiful song despite all the jokes—and the Quiet Man. Not only was that a classic John Wayne, but I loved the portrayal of Irish culture and the clash with American ways.

How about you? Tell me about your favorite Paddy day movie and why! Don’t forget to leave your email in the comment to be eligible to win a copy of one of my six books. Here are blurbs for all of them, and you can click on the covers in the sidebar for more information.

Lost in His Arms
In an era electric with possibility and peril Chloe Gray, political writer, and Michael Keller, CIA troubleshooter, meet under curiously conventional circumstances. Despite the instantaneous sparks, they both sense there is more between them than physical attraction. Chloe's professional detachment from the dramatic world events of the 1990s—a disintegrating USSR, Middle East peace talks, and Vietnam's reemergence on the world stage—dissolves as their love affair intensifies.

Michael appears and disappears at unpredictable moments, leaving her limp and lovelorn. Is he using her or protecting her? In her quest for answers, she is yanked into the dangerous world of Michael's work—in Washington, DC, in France, and in Spain. Looking for safe harbor (for her emotions? or her body?), she submits to the advances of a dashing French diplomat. Will she embrace the luxury and comfort of Emile and his chateau or the romance of international intrigue with Michael?

Lost and Found
What do you do when David, your husband of a year, ups and disappears? If you’re Rose Culloden, a beautiful, wealthy woman in her forties who had despaired of finding happiness, you do anything to find him. The trail takes you first to the North Woods of Maine, then to Florida, and back again to western Maine. Along the way you meet James Stewart—a Maine guide—who vividly highlights the contrast between a real man and your delicate Harvard professor of a husband. Loyal to your marriage despite your powerful attraction to James, it takes the dramatic discovery that David is not just vicious and venal, but insane, to free your heart for true love.

Losers Keepers
Dagne Lonegan, aka Dear Philomena, advice dispenser extraordinaire, hoped that spending a year on the Eastern Shore island of Chincoteague to write her novel would clear her sinuses, if not her heart, of any feelings for Jack Andrews, erstwhile lover and long-time jerk. It’s just her luck that her first week on the island she’s in the right place at the right time to be involved with 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, interfering with her new romance with Tom Ellis, the handsome manager of the National Wildlife Refuge. Complications ensue when her Jack arrives to take charge of the murder investigation.

Will Dagne stick with the tall, cool glass of a Ranger or fall back into the arms of her first tempestuous passion?

Miranda Cabot lost all interest in love after her husband Edward crashed into the Potomac River rocks called the Three Sisters. Her sister Honor likewise prefers her tower and her writing. Not so the third sister Sybil, who longs for romance with a dashing Frenchman. She advertises for said hero on Craig’s List and is rewarded with the Chevalier du Bon Arnaque, who comes to Washington from Strasbourg on unidentified business.

Miranda and Honor believe the Chevalier is a crook and ask their neighbors Dieter Heiliger and his grandson Corey, to act as chaperones. With three beautiful, strong-willed women in a house filled with three handsome, virile men, the inevitable result is an intricate web of jealousy, sex, and intrigue. Who will end up with whom, and will the Three Sisters take another life as the legend calls for?

Artful Dodging: the Torpedo Factory Murders (an Old Town Romance)
Waiting out the rain, Milo Everhart takes stock of her widowhood and the handsome man standing in the door to the bar. Little does she know she will meet that man again and again under both passionate and terrifying circumstances.

Tristram Brody waits for his date, too conscious of the beautiful woman sitting by the door. Little does he know that she will hate him for trying to destroy her beloved art center, and even suspect him of murder. Nor that she will be drawn inevitably into his arms.

Little does either of them suspect they will be embroiled in not one, but two murders, in which the fate of the Torpedo Factory, an art center housed in an old munitions factory on the waterfront in Old Town Alexandria, will be decided.

Mai Tais and Mayhem: Murder at Mote Marine (a Sarasota Romance)
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.

She is torn between Cameron Mason, tiger-eyed and handsome, and Dugan Trevally, sexy and dangerous, but before she can drop her longstanding opposition to marriage and accept her true love, she must face the possibility that one of them could be a thief, and even a murderer.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Just Desserts Blog Winner

A great tale spinner ta da goes to....Becky White! The winner of a lovely mouse pad and a pdf copy of either Artful Dodging or Mai Tais and Mayhem, your choice. I'll email you separately Becky, for your address and choice. And thanks everyone for reading and enjoying!

Saturday, March 9, 2013

A Non-Dessert Dessert Blog

Welcome to the Secret Cravings Authors Dessert Blog Hop!

I do not have a sweet tooth. Well, to be precise, I lost my sweet tooth when I discovered beer. So my adult life has been relatively bereft of desserts, although now and then I’ll pop a chunk of dark chocolate in and let it melt on my tongue.  My children learned early on not to inquire if there were any dessert, for they were invariably met with a blank look and/or shocked expression. Poor babies. Now, my sister has a sweet tooth. Her idea of a pleasant afternoon is to make two or three cakes—for no particular reason. While I keep toasted soy nuts or beef jerky around as a snack, she’ll have jars of jelly beans strategically placed in various rooms and her car.

Therefore, when I write about food in my books, I’m more apt to describe the perfect salade ni├žoise or a thick, juicy, red steak with Bearnaise sauce. My characters rarely get to dessert before they move on to other, even sweeter, pursuits. Then in an act of folly I signed up for the Secret Cravings Dessert Blog Hop and found I needed a sensual and preferably prolonged scene from one of my books in which the hero feeds the heroine—or vice versa—tidbits of something saccharine. So, starting with my first book, Lost in His Arms, I searched on “dessert," but the two or three times the word came up the heroine was usually waving the dessert cart away. Otherwise, nada, zilch, nothing. Then I tried “chocolate” and got “his chocolate eyes.” And that guy was the villain. And so it went through every single one of my six published books!

Desperate, I checked my current work-in-progress, the Mark of Love and Death. Set in Alexandria, Virginia at the 300-foot high Masonic Memorial, the story’s chock full of international intrigue involving renegade masons, black ops, and rogue professors, plus long-lost papers of George Washington, and of course great romance. And, thank God, the heroine actually eats dessert. Once.

Unfortunately, in the scene I found, our heroine is eating dessert with one man and thinking about another. Here it is:

      Try as she might Claire couldn’t get Ernest to focus on the case. He continually sought her hand, gazed soulfully into her eyes, and spoke softly and poetically about music and art. He ordered oysters with enthusiasm and urged the chocolate molten lava cake on her with arch allusions to her thin figure. In short, the perfect date. For some other time. Or someone else. Someone who didn’t have a pressing need to learn the truth about the man who kept her awake at night, whose voice echoed in her brain at the most inappropriate moments, whose touch raised the tiny hairs on her arms and fizzled her emotions.

That’s it. That’s my sweet story. Pretty pathetic, huh? It’s your fault really. If you had only asked me to blog on blue-veined, buttery Roquefort, or a crisp, rich Puligny-Montrachet, or on sucking the sweet flesh out of a lobster claw, we’d all be happier.

Now for the prize: a gorgeous mouse pad (only shipped to U.S.) and a pdf of Artful Dodging: the Torpedo Factory Murders, or Mai Tais and Mayhem: Murder at Mote Marine. Winner’s choice. PLEASE remember to put your email address in your comment to be eligible.

After me, hop to the rest of our great participating authors. Here’s a list of their links:

Marie Rose Dufour http://marierosedufour.blogspot.com/

Dawne Prochilo http://dawneprochilo.blogspot.com/

Lindsay Downs http://ajessicasalesnovel.wordpress.com/

Cindy A. Christiansen http://cadragonfly.blogspot.com/

Jean Joachim http://jeanjoachim.blogspot.com

Sandy Sullivan http://sandysullivanauthor.blogspot.com

Carol Preflatish http://CarolPre.blogspot.com

Tracey Steinbach http://traceysteinbachmichael.webs.com/apps/blog/

Flossie Benton Rogers http://flossiebentonrogers.com/blog/

Melissa Keir http://www.melissakeir.com/blog.html

Layla Hunter http://layla-hunter.blogspot.com/

Sherry Gloag http://sherrygloagtheheartofromance.blogspot.com/2013/03/just-dessert-blog-event.html

Raine Delight http://authorrainedelight.wordpress.com

Paloma Beck http://romancebeckons.blogspot.com

Kathleen Ball http://www.kathleenballromance.com/apps/blog/

Colette Saucier http://colettesaucier.blogspot.com/

Sarah Cass http://authorsarahcass.com

Karen Cino http://karencinobooks.blogspot.com

Davee Jones http://finless.blogspot.com/

Layna Pimentel http://laynapimentel.com

Virginnia De Parte www.virginniadeparte.blogspot.co.nz

Dilys Carnie http://dilys-j-carnie.blogspot.co.uk

Jeanine McAdam www.jeaninemcadam.com/blog

Kenzie Michaels http://kenziemichaels.blogspot.com

Laurie White http://www.whiteonwriting.blogspot.com

Carolyn Wren http://www.carolynwrenauthor.wordpress.com

Carolyn Gibbs http://www.carolynwrites.blogspot.com/

Tamara Monteau http://havensrealm.wordpress.com

Jillian Chantal http://jillianchantal.com/news/

Lena Hart http://scatblogging.blogspot.com/

Monday, March 4, 2013

East Coast Romance Writers: Secret Cravings Publishing was established in ...

I'm part of a great new group of nine authors here at East Coast Romance Writers: Secret Cravings Publishing was established in ...: Secret Cravings Publishing was established in January 2011, by Sandy Sullivan who is an established author in her own right. After dea...

Friday, March 1, 2013

I'm at Sarah Grimm's today

I'm answering 25 quick questions from my favorite jelly bean to my favorite animal. Sarah Grimm, Author: Friday Quickie: 25 quickie facts about M. S. Spencer  Birthday? June Favorite color? Coral Favorite animal? Snake.