My, my, I’m spread over four pages of the fabulous Marketing
for Romance Writers Magazine, January issue. Interview, plus a look-see at my
two December releases: 
Enjoy it here:
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
Featured Author at Marketing for Romance Writers Magazine!!
My, my, I’m spread over four pages of the fabulous Marketing
for Romance Writers Magazine, January issue. Interview, plus a look-see at my
two December releases: 
Monday, January 14, 2019
For the Love of a Spy--New Excerpt & Speed-date at Jean Grant's
What would be a perfect writing day?
Find out at Jean Grant’s today. Also get a little tease of my new romantic suspense/thriller For the Love of a Spy: the Scrivener and the Handyman.
Check them out here:
Thursday, January 10, 2019
Five Stars for the Penhallow Train Incident
What can I say? I’m
honored that one of my favorite authors loved my cozy mystery/romantic suspense The Penhallow Train Incident.
Here’s a bit of her FIVE-STAR review:
“I read a lot of mysteries, and I have
to say, I fell for some of the red herrings in this book. :) A great read!”
In the sleepy Maine
town of Penhallow, a stranger dies on a train, setting off a chain of events
that draws Rachel Tinker, director of the historical society, and Griffin
Tate, retired professor, into a spider’s
web of archaeological obsession and greed. Before Rachel can unlock the soft
heart that beats under Griffin’s hard crust, they must find the map to the
Queen of Sheba’s tomb, and solve not one, but three murders.
You can read the
rest of the December 2018 review on Amazon here:
Tuesday, January 8, 2019
Is He a Handyman? Or Something Else? Excerpt from For the Love of a Spy
Is he a handyman?
Or something else? Maris wades into international intrigue to find out.
I admit it: For the Love of a Spy was born out of a
delicious dream. I woke slowly, savoring the romance, and latching onto the
last line. It is in fact, the last line of the story. But you have to read the
whole book to get to it. Thankfully, there’s quite a lot of good
stuff—adventure, action, and romance—to help you through.
Blurb:
Maris Graystone, Washington pundit,
meets Michael Kinder, handyman with an air of mystery, and sparks fly. But he
appears unpredictably, leaving Maris limp and lovelorn. Looking for safe harbor, she yields to Émile, a
dashing French diplomat. Will she embrace the luxury and comfort of Émile and
his chateau or the romance of international intrigue with Michael?
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| Zagreb |
Excerpt: Zagreb
Something is wrong. He
cares about me, of that I’m sure. So
what is it?
In the beginning, a lifetime ago and before they surrendered to their
desire, he had said something about it being neither the time nor the place. What
did he mean? She didn’t want to know just yet, but she would ask him. Yes,
when he wakes up.
Over his shoulder, she glimpsed the clock—five p.m. We’ve been in
bed for four hours! She sat bolt upright. He hadn’t fixed her air
conditioner. He hadn’t called his office. She hadn’t finished her column. What
on earth were they thinking? Or on what other planet? Did we beam up to
Mars, where this sort of behavior is acceptable?
She shook him. “It’s late. You have to go.”
He came instantly awake. His azure eyes fastened on hers; his arms went
automatically around her.
She felt herself slipping into their world but fought it. “You have to
go!”
He kissed her tenderly. “I know. I have to…pack. I have to go.”
“When?”
“I’m leaving Thursday. I told you.”
“No, you didn’t.” Maris wanted to be indignant, but in the back of her
mind, a little voice nagged that he was right. “But—where are you going?”
He opened his mouth and closed it. He peered at her, his eyes
questioning. Finally, he said flatly, “To Zagreb.”
“Zagreb? As in, Yugoslavia? Why?”
“It’s not important.” His serious tone told her that it was indeed important,
but it also stopped her from asking any more questions.
Buy Links:
I Heart Publishing: https://www.iheartbookpublishing.com/for-the-love-of-a-spy-the-scrivener-and-the-handyman.html
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07KWW84WQ
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/909525
Saturday, January 5, 2019
Five stars for Flotsam & Jetsam!
OMG!!
I just found a fabulous five-star review for Flotsam & Jetsam:
the Amelia Island Affair, on NetGalley. Barbara T. says:
“This book has it
all. A smidgeon of romance. A murder or two or more. Drugs, lies, sinister
plots, friends, family, history, interesting factoids, and so much more.
Entertaining, amusing, and page turning.”
Read this and
another great review here:
Thursday, January 3, 2019
For the Love of a Spy at Rebecca Grace’s Today with New Excerpt
Please drop by Rebecca
Grace’s My Writing Corner today for a look at my new romantic suspense For
the Love of a Spy: the Scrivener and the Handyman . In this new
excerpt, Maris asked a most important question.
Wednesday, January 2, 2019
Liv Arnold Interviews Me Today--Tips on publishing
Liv Arnold has
graciously offered to host me and my new romantic suspense For
the Love of a Spy: the Scrivener and the Handyman at her lovely
site. Please drop by for tips on publishing and marketing and a taste of the
story.
Tuesday, January 1, 2019
For the Love of a Spy: A New Excerpt--Tailed
When Maris Graystone, author of the political column The Scrivener, and
the mysterious Michael Kinder, meet, sparks fly. Their love affair
intensifies against the backdrop of the dramatic world events of 1991. Michael appears and
disappears at unpredictable moments, leaving Maris limp and lovelorn. Looking
for safe harbor for her emotions and her body, she accepts the advances of a
dashing French diplomat.
Torn between the luxury and
comfort of Émile and his Paris flat, and the romance of international intrigue
with Michael, she must choose…but which one?
To
celebrate the release of For
the Love of a Spy: the Scrivener and the Handyman I thought I’d treat you to an excerpt.
Our heroine, Maris, is in Paris when she gets a
strange telephone call telling her a man is dead. She fears it’s the man she
loves, but the caller did not specify. She is distraught, then afraid.
Excerpt: Tailed
She had to get out of the apartment. She grabbed her purse and stumbled
down the broad circular stairway, running blindly down the street. At the end
of the block, she turned left, heading toward the Place de l’Opéra. She
crossed the busy square before the Opera House and made her way down the
Boulevard des Capucines to the Madeleine. She found a bench and tried to calm
down.
She regarded the Napoleonic-era church with sad eyes. Normally, its
perfectly balanced Greek lines soothed her. Not today.
As she worked on her breathing, a tall man in a heavy, fur-trimmed coat
sat down on the bench next to her. He stared straight ahead. Maris watched him,
a little perplexed that a Frenchman would ignore a beautiful woman sitting
beside him. Oh well, I’m not exactly well-coiffed this morning.
She stood up abruptly, and the man rose as well. She turned down the
Rue Royale, heading toward the Place de la Concorde. Something made her turn
around. The man was right behind her, matching her stride. She went right at
the circle and headed up Avenue Gabriel. He still followed her. She noticed he
wore dark glasses—hardly necessary in the pale autumn light. She quickened her
pace. Her heart pounded. What is going on? Could this be the man who had
called her? Why hadn’t he spoken to her then? Should I stop and see what he
wants? No! Every instinct screamed. Don’t let him catch up with you.
She ducked into a linen shop, people crowding in behind her. They were
apparently having a sale. Maris sidestepped a diminutive Frenchwoman with
hennaed hair towering in outrage at the proprietor’s unwillingness to come down
on the price of a tablecloth, and crouched behind a display case, hoping no one
would draw attention to her strange behavior.
She waited a full ten minutes, panting raggedly. When at last she
steeled herself to peek over the case, the man was nowhere to be seen. At the
door, she peered right and left. No sign of him. She insinuated herself into a
crowd of tourists heading down the avenue de Marigny. A sign on her right said
Le Marché des Timbres. I remember this. It’s the open-air stamp market I
used to go to that year I was in school at Sèvres. She turned into it.
The kiosks were closed. Oh, right—it’s open on Thursdays. That was
my day off from school. What day was it, anyway? Friday. Friday?
Now, what…Oh no. She’d almost forgotten the state dinner with the
Russian delegation tomorrow night.
Émile had told her to find a suitable dress, a formal gown. She took
one last sweep of her surroundings. Whoever her stalker was, he must have given
up. Hopefully for good.
I Heart Publishing, Dec. 27, 2018
Romantic suspense; Action/Adventure; Contemporary
Romance; Spies/Espionage
220 pp.; ebook 74,000 words
Spicy (PG-13); 3 flames
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