It is my great pleasure to host the talented M.S. Spencer on
my blog. Over the last couple of years I’ve
enjoyed a number of her novels where she mixes mystery with enough passion to get your attention. I’m
looking forward to the latest one. Welcome M.S.
Thank you so much, Mark, for giving me the chance to
introduce your readers to my new release, Dear
Philomena: Love, Lust & Murder on Chincoteague Island.
Something crashed in
the woods. Was it a deer? Or something more dangerous? Dagne didn’t
care; she just kept running…
Chincoteague is one of a pair of barrier islands off the
coast of Virginia. Its eastern sister,
Assateague, is the actual home of the Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge and
of the ponies made famous in Marguerite Henry’s children’s books (remember
Misty of Chincoteague?). The refuge sits on the Atlantic flyway, so in spring
and fall it is inundated with migrating birds—thousands of ducks and geese
descend on the flats—and so too do birdwatchers. Unfortunately for Dagne
Lonegan, the flocks of bird watchers hadn’t yet arrived when she took a walk on
a deserted trail in the refuge. Alone in the dark, she feels suddenly,
unaccountably, frightened. She learns later that her fear may have been
justified when the police find a dead body on the trail.
I Heart Book Publishing, October 12, 2015
eBook, 72,000
words, Print 209 pp
Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Romantic Suspense, Mystery Romance
Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Romantic Suspense, Mystery Romance
M/F, 3
flames
Blurb:
Dagne Lonegan, aka Dear Philomena, advice columnist,
hoped that spending a year on the Eastern Shore island of Chincoteague would extinguish any feelings
she had left for Jack Andrews, erstwhile lover and long-time jerk. It’s just her luck that in her first week on
the island she’s entangled in 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, disrupting her new romance with Aidan Ellis, the handsome manager of
the National Wildlife Refuge. As if that
weren’t enough, Jack arrives to take charge of the murder investigation.
Will Dagne stick with the tall, cool glass of a Ranger or
risk falling back into the arms of the man who broke her heart?
Excerpt (R):
Reassurance and Desire
Jack
stared at the floor and played with his hat. Dagne tried to take a sip of iced
tea but her throat constricted with sudden alarm. “You think the murderer
killed her on Friday night, don’t you? Maybe even when I was hurtling down the
path, scared out of my wits.” Is that where the panic came from? Did I feel
her terror? Did I sense the presence of evil only a few yards away?
“No,
not at all!” Jack patted her hand in a clumsy masculine attempt to reassure
her. It didn’t help. “We’re pretty sure the murder took place somewhere else.
The County CIS folks found traces of motor oil on her clothes. The lab is still
analyzing them. The current theory is that the murderer originally hid the body
somewhere either too exposed or too easily associated with him. She was
reported missing three days before her body was discovered. I’m guessing he
waited for the hue and cry over her disappearance to subside, and then moved
her to the dumpster. The coroner estimated time of death at least two days
earlier. Her body had already begun decomposing by the time the K9 unit
discovered it.”
The
memory of a rancid smell assaulted Dagne’s nostrils. “I remember an awful
stench coming from the dumpster when I got back to my car.” She gazed at him,
doubtful. “I don’t think I smelled anything when I first parked there.”
“Aha!”
Jack threw the now completely disfigured hat on the sofa, and jumped up.
“That’s why it’s so crucial that you remember everything you saw or heard that
night.”
“But
nothing happened!” she wailed. “I didn’t hear anything but deer. If someone
else were on the path I would have seen them. Or at least heard them.”
He
held out a hand and Dagne slowly took it. He pulled her down on the sofa next
to him. “Don’t worry, Dagne. It’s more than likely the killer threw Terri in
the dumpster before you even got to the trail and you just didn’t notice the
smell. Or he might have been hiding in the brush waiting for you to leave, and
what you smelled was ordinary garbage.”
She
thought about her irrational terror on the trail, of the comforting sound of an
engine, and then the letdown at the sight of the empty parking lot. She gulped.
“No, I’m sure I didn’t see anything important. Just deer.”
Jack’s
arm went round her shoulders. “That’s all right. We’ve got plenty of leads.”
Her head rested on his shoulder. Sure, okay, I’ll let him hold me. For a
minute. I can think better this way.
And
a thought did come. “Wait, Jack. When I came out of the woods, I only saw my
car, but Terri must have come in one, or her killer brought her in one. I did
think I heard a car engine.”
Jack
squeezed her shoulder eagerly. “In the parking lot?”
“No.”
No reason to treat it as more important than it was. “Farther away—I
think out on the beach road. Could’ve been anybody at that hour. It wasn’t that
late after all.”
“Never
mind, you’ve still got a point. We haven’t located the actual site of the
murder yet, but we know it wasn’t the dumpster. Someone had to have transported
the body there.”
“And
it had to be a car. I can’t see the murderer balancing his victim on the
handlebars of a bike.” Dagne’s titter hovered just shy of hysteria.
Jack
didn’t laugh. “Yes, and that means someone drove it away.”
“Does
anyone know who she’d been with the day she disappeared?”
Jack’s
hand rubbed her neck, then moved down the arm. His breath smelled tangy, like
fresh grapefruit. “That’s the trouble. It could have been one of any number of
people. Like I said, Terri didn’t lack for male companionship.”
Dagne
tried to stand up but Jack’s face barred the way. “Dagne, have you been
thinking about us?”
She
thought to push him away, but instead drew him close. His lips hovered near
hers, inviting, warm. Oh, what the hell.
A
few minutes later, she exhaled raggedly and opened her eyes. “Jack! How…what…?”
Jack didn’t answer. She looked down at her naked body and up into his hungry
eyes. Carpet scratched her shoulder blades. We must have fallen off the sofa.
Ignoring the unforgiving floor, she pulled her arm from around his neck. On its
own volition, her hand snaked up between Jack’s legs, unbuttoned the jeans,
reached in and grabbed the only thing harder than his thigh muscles. His eyes
opened in surprise, then closed, and a wry smile touched the edges of his
mouth.
“You
always knew how to please me, babe.”
Dagne
held on tight and began massaging. Jack’s breathing grew unsteady. Up and down,
up and down, gently squeeze, tickle that little sensitive vee with the tip of
her index finger. She felt his penis stiffen, saw his chest contract, and heard
the slight sigh as he gave in to her. “Oh, Dagne.” He fell to one side, the
smile a little broader.
“Oh
no, Mister. You ain’t done yet.” She straddled him, hanging over him, and
wiggled sensually. Her breasts swayed before his face, inviting attention.
Swiftly, he raised his head and caught one nipple in his mouth, sucking and
drawing the rest of her down. He let go the breast and took her mouth, his
tongue exploring. Their bodies ground together in a slow circular motion,
breast to chest, belly to belly. She could feel him harden and grow again,
pressing against her, forcing her thighs open.
Passion
held her in its grip. She remembered, oh how she remembered, that feeling of
helplessness, of desire unloosed. The times when she lost control, when her
brain shut down and her synapses flashed with heat and the only thing she
wanted was for it to go on and on forever. Always with Jack. Only when she was
with Jack. Always, and only, with him. A memory toggled on. That’s how he
could hurt you. He knows how vulnerable you are. He’ll hurt you again, Dagne.
He’ll break your heart again. Don’t give in to the passion. Stop while you
still can.
She
sat up and twisted away from him. “No, wait, Jack, that’s enough.”
“Wha’?”
Dagne
swallowed hard, willing the hot lust to cool. “Why are you here, Jack? What do
you want of me?”
Jack
closed his eyes, his features twisted with frustration. “Can’t we talk about
this later?”
“I
don’t know whether there will be a later.” Her breath came in heavy gusts. Talk
me into it anyway, please Jack, please. Jack’s big callused fingers took a
handful of her red-gold hair and twirled it gently. He looked into her eyes. He
almost looked sincere. She tried to concentrate on his stubbly chin, but
her eyes rose inevitably to his mouth, to those lips. It’s no use. I want
him.
“Dagne?”
His fingers trailed down her back, then cupped her bottom, tickling and
rubbing. It was all she could do not to melt into a little pool of bubbling
desire. “Let me satisfy you first. I want to make you very happy. After that,
you can break my balls. Deal?”
Don’t
laugh. Don’t…laugh.
A giggle escaped her best intentions, and the hard knot of pain that had risen
between them unraveled. She pulled him to her and said, her lips muffled
against his softly furred chest, “Deal.”
And
the first of three incredible orgasms began to build.
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About the Author:
Although M. S. Spencer has lived or traveled in five
continents, the last thirty years have been spent mostly in Washington, D.C. as
a librarian, Congressional staff assistant, speechwriter, editor, birdwatcher,
kayaker, policy wonk, non-profit director and parent. She has two fabulous
grown children and a perfect granddaughter, and currently divides her time
between the Gulf coast of Florida and a tiny village in Maine.
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Thanks for hosting me, Jack and Dagne today, Mark. I hope your readers enjoy the reassuringly hot excerpt! M. S.
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