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, 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.

“Anywhere.”

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.

“Jack…”

“Dagne…”

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

http://www.amazon.com/Losers-Keepers-ebook/dp/B005FG699A/ref=sr_1_4?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1313242150&sr=1-4


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