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, February 29, 2016

New Romantic Mystery from the Great Mark Love

Please welcome my good friend Mark Love. He’s presenting us with another installment in the intriguing adventures of Jamie Richmond and her Malone. Mark, tell us about Fleeing Beauty.

Thanks for having me (I mean, here on your blog)  M. S.

Fleeing Beauty is the third book in the Jamie Richmond series. As with the previous two books, this is set in the Detroit area.  Although it wasn’t done intentionally (at least I’ll never admit otherwise) this book became a little steamier than its predecessors. 
Jamie is a former reporter turned novelist. She’s a stubborn redhead with a fierce sense of loyalty and a small circle of loyal friends who know they can always count on her.  For the last nine months, she has been enjoying the romantic attentions of Malone, a police officer who is always by her side, or close to it.

Inkspell Publishing, 2/29/2016
Contemporary romance/mystery
Ebook, 80,000 words, Print 285 p.

A discovery of priceless artwork leads Jamie on a collision course with danger.

Jamie Richmond used to live a nice, quiet life. But last fall she witnessed the shooting of a police officer and figured out who did it. Then this winter saw her best friend targeted by a stalker and kidnapped. Yep, Jamie solved that one too and came to the rescue. Now it’s summertime and the living is supposed to be easy. All she wants to do is write her novels and spend free time with Malone, the guy who has been by her side since all this craziness began. But that’s not likely to happen.

Jamie’s father was a very successful sculptor who tragically died more than twenty years ago when she was just a child. What she remembers about him is little more than bits and pieces. A storeroom filled with crates of his work is discovered in an old converted factory. This potential fortune in artwork has been hidden all these years.

Jamie recruits Malone and a few close friends to help her unpack the crates and bring her father’s masterpieces out to the light of day. News of this discovery leads to a robbery. Now Jamie is determined to figure out who is behind the crime.

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Excerpt (R): Malone’s Fingers

“Hush, Jamie. I want you to do exactly what I say.”
He switched off the light. Malone guided me back to the cushions, only now I was kneeling with my back to him. I could feel the stubble of his beard lightly scratching my shoulders. A tingling sensation raced along my arms as Malone’s hot breath warmed my shoulder blades. Now his lips were slowly moving down the ladder of my spine. I couldn’t move.
A solitary fingertip lightly slid down the back of my arm. He was barely touching me, but oh, baby, where he was touching and how he was touching was setting me on fire. He shifted lower. I cried out in surprise when Malone nipped me with his teeth, lightly grazing my back. The fingertip continued to graze my arm.
I felt his lips move back to my spine. Now his tongue flicked out and danced the rest of the way down. Then his fingernails were lightly scratching my legs from the hips to the thighs while he continued to kiss the bottom of my spine. I was shaking. A solitary fingertip glided across the back of my knee.
“Take me. I can’t stand it.”
“Soon, Jamie. Soon.”
“Now, Malone, please!”
His palm squeezed my left calf. My orgasm was building so intensely, I was going to implode. His lips danced across the cheeks of my ass. He nipped me again.
“You’re killing me!”
I felt him press against me. I was so wet, so aroused, I screamed when he entered me. My body was quivering, delightful spasms causing my whole being to quake. Never before had I experienced something so intense, so overpowering. And still he held me, driving me forward, urging me on for more. I screamed again as he exploded inside me.

About the Author:
Mark Love, Author
Mark Love (yes, that’s really his name) lived for many years in the metropolitan Detroit area, where crime and corruption are always prevalent.  A former freelance reporter, Love is the author of four mysteries, “Why 319?” “Devious” “Vanishing Act” and “Fleeing Beauty” and several short stories.

Love resides in west Michigan with his wife, Kim. He enjoys a wide variety of music, books, cooking, travel and the great outdoors. Love is currently working on several other novels.


Friday, February 26, 2016

Triptych:Suspense in Triplicate

In my romantic suspense, Triptych, my heroine Miranda wrestles with the question of true love. She also wrestles with recalcitrant sisters, mysterious machines and art thieves.

The Great Falls of the Potomac River, which separates Maryland and Virginia, slice through the Mather Gorge just fifteen miles north of Washington, DC. In less than a mile, the river goes from a thousand feet wide down to a hundred feet wide, creating twenty waterfalls and dropping 76 feet in elevation. It is, needless to say, a spectacular view and a whitewater rafter’s dream.
Miranda and her sisters live just south of the falls, near the Three Sisters, rocky islands in a bend of the river. It is on these rocks that Miranda watched her husband and his lover crash and die. She is thus not quite ready for the new love that awaits her.

Triptych, by M. S. Spencer
Ebook 67,300 words; Print-on-Demand 213 pp.
Romantic suspense/Adventure
M/F, 2 flames

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?

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Triptych is available in both eBook and Print-on-Demand.

Excerpt (G): Miranda
Sybil dropped a pebble and listened to its clicks and clacks as it hit every crag and spur on the way down to the water. It took a long time, for she stood very high above the river. She waited, hand to ear, to catch the tinny, far-away splash, then gently tossed another pebble over the cliff.

“Sybil! Where are you?”

The girl turned swiftly, her simple white shift catching on the bark of an ancient elm tree. She pulled at it impatiently, tearing a bit of the delicate lace from the sleeve. “Here I am, Miranda! By the sun house!” She flew up the path.

A woman of about thirty-five, beautiful but stone-faced, waited on a flagstone patio wreathed in a thickly branched wisteria. To her right a large flower garden ambled down to a grassy verge. Behind her loomed a vast, Queen Anne-style mansion complete with tower. She crooked a finger at the girl. “Sybil, Honor needs you. She has to measure the hem.”

“I’m coming. It’s almost finished then?”

The woman began to smile, but then her thin lips tightened as though she’d caught herself just in time. The glow of the afternoon sun backlit a rivulet of well-worn grief seeping from the closed face. “Of course it is, Sybil. You need it for the tea dance tomorrow, don’t you? Honor has been working on it day and night.” A soft chestnut curl escaped from her severe French twist to graze the heart-shaped mouth. She raised a thin, ring-less hand and plucked the strands from her lips. “Do hurry in and help her.” As Sybil ran eagerly past her, she blinked a tear away.

Miranda gazed out over the cliff and down to the river. Directly below her, three small rock formations, known as the Three Sisters, reared out of the water like iceberg babies. When she was young, she loved to observe the intercourse of river and rocks from high atop her hill. In the spring the Potomac River, heavy with silt, rushed headlong past, shooting plumes of whitecaps up and over them. In the summer, the calm water filled with boats—canoes, punts, motorboats. A few months later, when the oaks and hickories turned the cliffs into a mass of scarlet and gold, the water would thin to a gentle trickle, and people forgot how strong the currents could surge, and grow unwary.

She shaded her eyes and looked north, where the steep canyons of Great Falls split the folded metagraywacke rock, the river slicing through it as easily as if it were paper. The Three Sisters marked the upper limit of the Potomac’s navigable waters. There, at a dangerous part of a dangerous river, Miranda and her sisters had helplessly watched many a hiker or kayaker flounder in the treacherous channels between Great Falls National Park and Teddy Roosevelt Island.

She no longer came out to watch the boaters, not after seeing Edward die when he crashed his Donzi 38 ZR on the rocks. He and the woman he left her for. The nightmare still haunted her though. In the dream she waited, hidden in the summer house on the edge of the cliff, as the sleek, sexy, Italian-made speed boat slammed into the half-submerged Sisters in the middle of the river. Alone in the dark she relived the sight of the flames as they shot up almost high enough to singe her bare toes. She heard again Wanda’s Banshee shriek as she died in agony. Her husband never appeared in the dream. True to form, Edward had disintegrated in the maelstrom, leaving nothing behind to remember or bury, not even a belt buckle.

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Wednesday, February 24, 2016

The Mason's Mark Coming Soon!

While you're waiting for the thrilling release of
The Penhallow Train Incident, here's a sneak peek at the cover for the next romantic suspense mystery on your To Read List:

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

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 falls apart when she discovers a dead body. Together with Detective Ernest Angle, she's drawn into a dark world of black ops and Italian renegade masons, of secret cabals and hidden treasure. Also cloaked in mystery is her new romance Gideon Bliss.  A George Washington expert, he 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.

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Mai Tais and Mayhem--Florida Intrigue and Romance

I’d like to talk about my new romantic suspense/murder mystery MaiTais and Mayhem: Murder at Mote Marine. 

In it, our heroine Tessa Diamond volunteers at Mote Marine, which is where she meets Cameron Mason and the adventure begins. Cameron has just been hired to help lobby for the Sturgeon Commercial Demonstration Program. He and Tessa visit the aquaculture facility run by Mote for breeding sturgeon, financed by the sale of caviar.
She learns that sturgeon in North America date back sixty million years, and in Asia two hundred million years. During that time they have remained relatively unchanged, giving rise to their ? as living fossils.  Sturgeon live in lakes and rivers, and can reach 1200 pounds and 12 feet long—the Asian species grow even larger.

She also learns what tiger eyes can do to her.

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

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 sturgeon, only to encounter blossoming romances at every turn, including one of her own.

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Excerpt (G): We Meet Cameron

“Excuse me, do you work here?”
Tessa jumped. “What the—”
A man stood next to her. His trim body and broad shoulders encased in a finely-made dark suit hinted at strength. He wore a nametag, but the writing was too small for her to decipher without getting up close and personal with his chest. Once her eyes traveled up to his face, though, she wanted to. Very badly. Talk about hot.
He reminded her of a dream she’d had a few weeks earlier, in which a stranger held her in his arms and crooned a love song. Here in the flesh was her stranger. Dark blond hair feathered with gold, the mysterious tawny eyes of a stalking tiger, gently tanned skin drawn taut over the arched cheekbones, a nose…well, the nose could use some work. It tilted at an odd angle, presumably due to a collision with a blunt instrument sometime in the past. Tessa found it endearing.
“I repeat, do you work here?”
“I…uh…no. I don’t.” She indicated the nametag. “Do you?”
“Technically yes, only not in this building. I’m hoping you can tell me which door I use to get out. I mean, now that the aquarium’s closed.”
“It is? Oh damn.” She checked her watch. Ten minutes after five. “I guess we’d both better leave.”
Together they made a circuit of the doors, finding them all locked. Finally, the door to the gift shop gave to the combined pressure of four hands. Feeling like mischievous children, they crept past the ancient man counting money from the cash register. At the main entrance, her companion grinned at her. “Shall we make a break for it?”
Tessa smiled back and legged it out to the parking lot. She was rooting around in her bag for her keys when he caught up with her. “Hey, I didn’t catch your name.”
“Well, catch your breath first.” She waited, thinking he didn’t seem in very good shape despite his physique. Good. Otherwise he might have been too perfect. She didn’t want any complications in her life right now.
“Sorry,” he puffed. “I guess I haven’t entirely recovered from that bout with pneumonia.”
“So, are you going to tell me your name? After all, we’re partners in crime now.”
“Tessa Diamond. And you are?”
“Cameron Mason. At your service.”
“Nice meeting you.” Tessa turned to her car. He cupped her elbow with a big, warm hand.
“Say, Ms. Diamond, can I interest you in a drink?”
“I don’t think...”
“You see, I was supposed to meet with the Lab director at five and he called in sick. Since I live up in Bradenton I really don’t want to schlep all the way back during rush hour. It would be nice to while away some time.” His lips curled in a tentative smile and she knew she’d have to give in. “You’d be doing me a favor. How does Tommy Bahama sound?”
Tessa gazed deep into eyes in which greens and browns intermingled in a steamy rainforest of color. She woke up with a start when he touched her elbow again. “Miss Diamond?”
“Uh, sure. That would be fine.” Can you act any lamer, Tessa? But those eyes…
“My car or yours?”
“Er, why don’t I follow you?” She should at least make an attempt at keeping her distance. Anything to get away from that scent of his, a combination of dark rum and cinnamon. Very…tasty.
“Okay. I’m the tropical blue hybrid over there. The one sporting the I Love Caviar bumper sticker.”
“And I’m…” she stopped.
“The red Porsche. I know.”
Shut up, Tessa.


Monday, February 8, 2016

Wild Western Romance from Ilona Fridl Here Today

We have the lovely Ilona Fridl with us today.

First of all, I'd like to thank M. S. for letting me guest on her blog.

You’re very welcome, Ilona. Do tell us about your new release, That Monroe Girl. It's set in the famous Tombstone, Arizona, is it not?

Indeed, it is. My new book, That Monroe Girl, was released last Friday. Since I was a child, I loved westerns. Glued to the TV in the fifties and sixties, I think I saw all of them at one time or another. Some of these classic TV stations have brought them back. Yippee! So I guess it was natural for me to write a western romance/mystery. It's set in 1883 Tombstone, Arizona Territory. I visited Tombstone one time on a family trip and was impressed how they preserved the old part of town. Many of the buildings I saw are depicted in the book and I took pains to study the tourist map to make sure I got the places right. I had a lot of fun with the story and hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

The Wild Rose Press (February , 2016)
67,000 words, 268 p.
Western Romance, M/F, Spicy


Cat Monroe arrives in Tombstone, Arizona searching for her father and brothers, who left Virginia for the West right after the Civil War. With the help of newspaper reporter Jake Spencer, she finds her family and a whole peck of trouble. She's falling for the newspaperman, but she discovers his family and hers are feuding over water rights. When her father finally accepts that she is his daughter, he wants to marry her off to a rich neighbor who has a dark past.

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Excerpt (G): They Meet

They both requested tea and perused the board listing the bill of fare for the day. When the waiter returned with the teas and lemons, the ladies told him they had decided on the Beef Wellington, and he left them. Cat poured some of the tea into her china cup and added sugar and lemon. She stirred and set the spoon on the saucer with a clink. “Lovely place, for a frontier town.”
Edna made a face. “Not bad. However, I saw many saloons on the way in. That usually encourages rowdies.”
“It certainly does,” came a voice from behind them.
Cat turned and regarded a handsome young man with dark sparkling eyes. His blue-gray suit, clean starched collar, and dark blue vest with a watch chain drawn across it proclaimed him to be a gentleman of some sort, certainly not a “rowdy” or a cowboy. “Do you make it a habit of eavesdropping on people?”
He grinned. “In a way.” He held out his hand. “I’m Jake Spencer, reporter for the Tombstone Epitaph.”
She shook it. “Epitaph?”
“Newspaper. I was checking the new arrivals in town. May I sit down?” He pulled a small notepad and pencil out of his jacket pocket.
Cat was mildly amused and curious. “Please. I’m Catherine Monroe, and this is my traveling companion, Edna Harper.” Edna gave him a curt nod and raised an eyebrow in Cat’s direction with a “would your uncle approve” look.
His face registered surprise and concern. “Monroe?”
“Yes. Is there something wrong?”
The smile immediately came back. “No―nothing wrong. How long are you going to stay here?”
“I don’t know. Perhaps a week or so.”
“Are you here to visit anyone special? It’s odd to see two ladies traveling alone.”
“No.” Cat was feeling slightly uncomfortable. “You’re questions are verging on personal.”
“Not at all. We ask all visitors this.” He raised an eyebrow. “Your answers could be deemed suspicious.”
Cat puffed up. “It’s really none of your or your newspaper’s business why we’re here.”
“Then I take it this isn’t a leisurely excursion of the West. You’re obviously from the South.”
Cat had had enough of his prying. “Yes, we are.” The waiter was on his way with their food. “It was lovely to meet you, Mr. Spencer, but our meal is here.”
He rose and gave a slight bow. “I see. I hope you ladies have a pleasant stay. Miss Monroe. Miss Harper.” He pocketed his notepad and pencil and left.

About the Author
Ilona Fridl Author

Ilona Fridl was born in sunny California where she spent the first twenty years of her life. Dreaming up stories took up a lot of her time. She then followed her parents to Wisconsin where she met her husband, Mark. They started a locksmith business, but there were still stories in her head. Finally, she started putting them on paper―actually, a computer. The rest is history. She has an adult daughter and a granddaughter.


Saturday, February 6, 2016

Pre-Order The Penhallow Train Incident Right Now!


The Penhallow Train Incident is now AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER at these fine online bookstoresHere are the links:

The story:

In the sleepy coastal Maine town of Penhallow, a stranger dies on a train, drawing Historical Society Director, Rachel Tinker, and curmudgeonly retired professor, Griffin Tate, into a spider’s web of archaeological obsession and greed. With the help of the victim’s rival, they set out to locate the Queen of Sheba’s tomb. Their plans are stymied when a tug of war erupts between the sheriff and a state police detective who want to arrest the same man for different crimes. It’s up to Rachel to solve a mystery that includes two more murders, if she wants to unlock the soft heart that beats under Griffin’s hard crust.
The Queen of Sheba

Get your order in now before the rush!

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Triptych Featured at Book Goodies

Three women, three men, three spirits guarding a dangerous river. A tale of lost artworks, jealousy, sex, larceny and genius set high above the mighty Potomac.

My romantic suspense Triptych is showcased today at Book Goodies: http://bookgoodies.com/featured-book-triptych-by-m-s-spencer/

You can also read my interview here: