On May 15th, the rights on Sinners’ Opera reverted to me from a 5-year contract with Double Dragon Publishing. I began polishing the manuscript for submission to The Wild Rose Press, and yesterday, I completed my review. I immediately hit send on an email to my editor, Callie Lynn Wolfe at TWRP. Now, the wait. Tick, tock. Are we there yet? This is the time that weighs on my non-existent patience!
Morgan D’Arcy, a vampire paranormal:
Love For Sale, a sci-fi Romance:
Her General in Gray, a Ghost & Mrs Muir type paranormal romance:
Morgan D’Arcy and Love For Sale are read by a narrator with a lovely British accent and are enchanting to listen to. Her General in Gray, the narrator has a sexy Southern accent that brings the hero to life in style!
Uncaged Magazine gave Morgan D’Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody a rating of 5-Stars. The review says:
Four separate adventures in the long life of
Morgan D’Arcy. These four short stories within
this book read beautifully – I was enthralled with
Morgan. A sensual and well written tale of a vampire,
beautiful and sophisticated as much as he
is brutal and deadly. From wanting to be mortal
again, just to be able to love and walk in the sun
– Morgan’s urges and strong desires and even in
these stories, you get a good feel for the characters
and the world that is built.
From the vampire wishing for his mortality and
taking crazy chances in Devil’s Waltz, to the enchanting
Sunrise, Sunset – this collection has me
wanting to know more about Morgan, a vampire
that is both one to love…and one to fear, the way
vampires should be.
I’m delighted that the reviewer fell for Morgan. He is a fav of mine! He has another book but I can’t publish it until my current contract on Sinners’ Opera expires. AARGH.
This month I’m celebrating two new releases, one from The Wild Rose Press:
Autumn Hartley purchases Allen Hall at a steal, but the northern lass gets far more than a beautiful plantation in the South Carolina Low Country. The house comes complete with its own ghost, a handsome and charming Civil War General—for the Confederacy. The stage is set for another civil conflict.
John Sibley Allen died in battle from a wound in the back, the bullet fired by the turncoat, Beauregard Dudley. The traitor’s reincarnation is Autumn the Interloper’s first dinner guest. Sib bedevils her date and annoys her with fleeting, phantom touches, certain he can frighten her away as he did previous purchasers. As time marches on, her resident ghost becomes more appealing while her suitor, Beau, pales in comparison. Autumn finds her ability to love didn’t perish in the divorce that sent her south seeking a fresh start.
After over a century in the hereafter, Sib discovers he is falling for none other than the feisty Yankee girl, but what future could a modern woman and an old-fashioned ghost possibly hope for?
Cowboys!! The Cowboys of Clark’s Folly from Gilded Dragonfly Publishing. Welcome to Clark’s Folly, Texas, a town where you will find cowboys to lust over. Each of the four novellas will make you fall in love. The cowboys are tough, but so are the women who tame them.If you love Cowboys, you don’t want to miss these sexy, sensual stories. Take a fantasy trip to Texas and find the cowboy of your dreams.
Love in the air
Thank you so much, Linda, for having me at your lovely site today to talk about my new romantic suspense/adventure Lapses of Memory.
Lapses of Memory follow the exploits of two journalists, Sydney Bellek and Elian Davies, as they travel the globe reporting on various world catastrophes. In one of their encounters they find themselves embroiled in the early stages of the revolution in Iran and only barely escape. A few years later we find them rivals in the search for a scoop on the Lebanese Civil War. At one point they are separated and Sydney finds comfort in another’s arms.
Having lived through some of the events that Sydney and Elian confront, I wanted to convey both the excitement and the fear you feel when enmeshed in a world-shattering crisis. As reporters, Sydney and Elian sensed that something important was happening, but couldn’t know the extent or the consequences of it. As lovers, their evolving romance was often interrupted by their ambitions or the vagaries of war. Many times, a happy ending seemed far from secure. And yet…and yet…I hope you find the story as romantic as I do.
Wild Rose Press, 3/15/2017, Imprint: Champagne Rose
Contemporary romantic suspense/Action Adventure; M/F; 2 flames
Ebook (70,560); Print: 296 pp.
Sydney Bellek first meets Elian Davies in the 1950s when she is five & he is seven. While he knows from the start that she is his true love, she does not. Later, as rival journalists, they vie for scoops on international crises. The handsome and intrepid Elian beats her out at every turn, even while keeping his love for her secret.
Only after years of separation does she finally realize they are meant to be together, but, in a twist of fate, it is Elian whose memory of her is gone. Will he remember her before she loses heart or will their new love be enough to replace the old one?
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lapses-of-memory-ms-spencer/1115291373
As always with romance, there are hurdles to leap. Here is one:
He helped her into his car. “You still up for dinner at Luigi’s?”
“Are you kidding? I’m famished. This second trimester is making up for everything I upchucked in the first.”
“What a pretty picture. You’ve certainly become more graphic in your speech with this pregnancy, Sydney. It’s a wonder you even can blush.”
The maitre d’ saw them coming and had bread and butter on the table before they even sat down.
“Thank you, Luigi. How thoughtful of you.”
Luigi winked at Walker. “After this, your fourth visit to Luigi’s, I know that madame needs sustenance right away. The veal piccata as usual?”
Walker ordered a salad. Finishing it quickly, he sat back to watch Sydney eat, an affectionate smile teetering on his lips. An hour later, she scraped the last droplet of chocolate icing from her plate and patted her bulging stomach. “That was delicious. Thank you, Walker.”
“I’m glad I can be here for you.”
Sydney fought her heavy eyelids back to the open position. “Speaking of, when do you have to go back to Turkey? You’ve been here over four months—I thought you were only assigned here temporarily.”
“Oh,” he said carelessly, “you know the military. Everything takes longer than they expect. Which brings me to tonight’s topic.”
“Hmm? I didn’t see an agenda. Don’t we have to approve the minutes first?”
“Waived.” He pushed the candle aside and bent toward her. “Sydney? I’ve asked for a permanent transfer to the Pentagon.”
“They’ve tentatively agreed but require proof that the grounds I gave are justified.”
Sydney stifled a yawn. It’s after eight o’clock, for heaven’s sake. I wish he’d get on with this. She thought of the hot bath waiting at home and forced a smile. “And what’s that?”
“That…that…” He pushed something toward her. Her eyes dropped to a small velvet box. “…that I’m getting married.”
Without thinking, she opened it. Long seconds clicked by. Sydney stared at the ring. Walker stared at her. The couple at the next table stared at them both. The waiter passed by their table and stopped to stare. Finally Sydney took a sip of water and whispered, “Oh, my.”
No one seemed particularly impressed with this response. The waiter raised his hand as if to suggest a more appropriate reply, and the woman at the next table whispered loudly to her companion. Sydney caught the words “milk” and “cow.”
As she opened her mouth again, praying that something sensible would issue from it, Walker as usual let her off the hook. “Look, take your time. I just thought…” He raised his hand to signal for the check and almost took the waiter’s eye out.
“I…I…” She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t answer him. Not yet.
They left a small crowd glaring at their retreating backs and muttering disgruntled objections. Walker drove her to her house in silence and left her at the door.
Sydney stumbled inside and collapsed on the couch. Something hard gouged into her hip. She pulled out the box. The diamond was quite large, the setting very simple. It is a beautiful ring. A long-lost memory rose like Venus from the sea, a memory of a plastic ring with a large pink crystal. Elian had found it on the beach in Tangier. He’d tried to give it to her, but she’d run off laughing. When he caught up with her, she had puffed, “I’ll wait for a real diamond,” and pushed his hand away.
Elian had tossed the child’s ring down and mumbled, “Okay.”
Should I have taken the toy? Something told her she’d still be wearing it. And I’d never be able to move on. No. She picked up Walker’s offering and slipped it on. Mrs. Walker Adams. The Adams family. Party of three. It just might work.
About the Author
Although M. S. Spencer has lived or traveled in five of the seven continents, the last thirty years were spent mostly in Washington, D.C. as a librarian, Congressional staff assistant, speechwriter, editor, birdwatcher, kayaker, policy wonk, non-profit director, and parent. After many years in academia, she worked for the U.S. Senate, the U.S. Department of the Interior, in several library systems, both public and academic, and at the Torpedo Factory Art Center.
Ms. Spencer has published ten romantic suspense novels, and has two more in utero. She has two fabulous grown children and an incredible granddaughter. She divides her time between the Gulf Coast of Florida and a tiny village in Maine.
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GENRE: Women’s Fiction/Romance
On her fortieth birthday housewife Wanda Jo Ashton is expecting her husband’s standard gift of an E and E from T-that being Elegant and Expensive from Tiffany’s. However, what she gets is the news that her formerly successful, dependable corporate attorney husband is leaving her to pursue the rich life of a kept man. Left with nothing she has no choice but to escape the San Francisco area, with her sixteen-year-old daughter in tow and head toward the mountains of West Virginia and the quirky family she left behind twenty years ago. Here Wanda Jo must carve out a future, complete with career and home in the midst of family feuds, computer phobias and the occasional home-brewing explosion before she finally figures out life can indeed being again at forty.
No sooner had I placed my half-empty mug on the counter than I heard a distantly familiar hissing sound. But before I could remember when I’d last heard it there was the unmistakable groan of old wood followed by an explosion loud enough to rival cannon fire and then the sound of splintering wood.
Olivia looked at me, eyes wide with shock. I looked at Sam. We both looked at Nettie, who sat with her eyes wide and one hand over her mouth. “Oops,” she squeeked.
Mama just sighed and kept washing dishes.
Sam and I hurried to the front door. He got there first and shoved it open with one massive shoulder. I stared out in stunned disbelief. The right side of the porch had been reduced to a pile of splintered boards, sprinkled here and there with, broken glass. One of the posts and collapsed and the other dangled from its gingerbread trim.
The usually fresh morning air reeked of fermenting apples.
“A tad too much yeast.” Nettie tsked from somewhere near my elbow, before turning to toddle back toward the kitchen lost in thought.
Well, it was official. We were home and had just survived another of Aunt Nettie’s homebrewing explosions.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
At the age of nine Ellen Dye decided she was going to be a writer when she found her Aunt Nettie’s trunk of True Confessions magazines and spent untold hours reading the lot, a bag of Munchos potato chips and a frosty RC Cola at her side. Then, being nine, she promptly forgot all about it as she got lost in the pesky business of growing up, And then one very lucky day she spotted a confession magazine on the grocery store shelf and began to tap out her own stories which were a delight to see published. Now she spends her days tapping out her characters’ happily-ever-afters for The Wild Rose Press.
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About the Book
Captain Marco Dante was captured and sentenced to hang two years ago, but he escaped before his punishment was carried out. Now he’s come back to the woman whose memory kept him alive those long months in prison. Arianne had been his grand passion, but he failed to see how much she meant to him until it was too late. Can he recapture her heart? Or has he lost her forever?
Arianne never imagined she’d see her notorious pirate lover again. Though her heart sings with joy at his return, she knows he hasn’t come back for her but for the treasure he left behind. She agrees to help him find it, but can her heart withstand one more adventure with him?
“I have a life here now.”
“There’s nothing for you here. Your place is by my side. In your heart, you know ’tis true.”
She looked away, turning her gaze to the ocean’s waves pounding the beach with hypnotic rhythm. A few moments ago, she sat here, mulling over her life’s misfortunes and attempting to reach a decision about her future.
Arianne shook her head. “I no longer travel your path. You sail without me, my friend.”
She pushed her bare toes into the grainy sand and stood, brushing the remaining sand that clung to her petticoats. In the silence of the crashing waves, she turned and walked away.
Inside, her heart bled. Yet, she deserved no better. Her life led to this heartache. That she walked away from this man now, after all this time only confirmed it.
“Arianne, you’re coming with me.”
His serious tone warned her of his intentions. She spun to face him, unsheathing her sword in time to block his attack. The sound of metal striking metal pierced the moonlit darkness. Her ears rang with the sound.
They stood, neither moving. She stared into his eyes. “You would take me by force?”
“Never by force,” his voice lowered to a growl. “You will come willingly.” And he smiled, that knowing one she hated.
She let out a howl of outrage and swung her sword. He easily blocked. They stepped a deadly dance of striking blades, until again they were trapped by heated gazes.
Her breathing was heavy, labored, filled with excitement. She looked at his lips, wanting to taste them but knowing she dared not. Her will was never strong around him. With one touch she might lose herself and want him again for forever. But that dream would never be achievable with Marco.
With him, she’d always be alone.
“Come with me, Arianne.”
She pushed away and again they danced. Her feet moved lightly as she sprang, her petticoats swirling with each movement though she hoped they would not entangle her legs. Her arm swung with lithe movements as she fought. She equaled him with skill and grace. Each time their swords clashed, the noise pierced her soul. That she fought him was a testament to her determination to escape his tyranny over her heart. She could not succumb to him again.
As they battled, a sheen of sweat appeared upon his brow. The exposed skin of his chest glistened in the moonlight. His arms flexed as he swung his sword. His grace, his power, his energy seduced her.
Her heart pounded. Her skin ached to touch his. The heat in her lower regions grew to a fiery inferno. She trembled.
Again, they locked blades.
They stood a moment, staring. His gaze burned into her soul. She licked the salty sweat from her upper lip, and his eyes followed the movement with utter fascination.
He pushed their swords away. With his free hand, he grabbed her shoulder, pulling her tight against his chest. Arianne tilted her head to look into his eyes. The blue depths called to her, like the ocean’s waves licking at her feet. The yearning to go to him was too great. She hadn’t the will to fight.
About the Author:
Tricia Schneider is an author of historical, paranormal and gothic romance. Before the supernatural took possession of her pen, she worked for several years as Assistant Manager and bookseller at Waldenbooks. After the store closed, she turned to writing fiction full-time. She has written both short stories and full-length novels published by The Wild Rose Press, including her newest book, The Pirate’s Lady, and her historical paranormal romance series, The Merriweather Witches. Tricia is a member of Romance Writers of America. She lives in the Pennsylvania coal region with her musician husband, their 4 young children and 3 rescued cats.
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Last night, I received a contract for my ghost story, Her General in Gray! It is a Rosette at 20,000 words. I can’t wait to see what the cover will look like. The basic story is a bit like the Ghost and Mrs. Muir. There are still rewrites and gallleys before publication, but I’m very excited.
The roses are to me from me. LOL.