Posted by: Author | September 26, 2016

Tuesday Tales- Sept 27, 2016- Picture Prompt

This week is a picture prompt and we’re limited to 300 words. I picked the bed picture but other Tuesday Tale-rs may have chosen a different one. Be sure to check them all out here.

I’m still in the murder mystery book that I’ve kind of been ignoring since my regency set book is clamoring for attention. I have 42,ooo words in this one so I plan to get it done but right now, those pesky Napoleonic spies are bugging me to finish their tale.

Jacob stepped on the porch, followed by John. “Ready to go, Mags? We still have a couple of things to take care of before we can call it a night.”

She stood. “Yeah. We do.”

When they were on the grass, Maggie waved. “We’ll see you soon. Be safe and stay inside. Don’t be going over to the crime scene. It seems to be a hot bed of activity so I’d prefer you keep away.”

“We’ll try, Maggie, but you know how Hattie can be. I’ll keep an eye on her,” John said.

“Thanks again for dinner,” Jacob said.

They headed back to the station. Jacob whistled under his breath.

Maggie hadn’t heard him whistle since his wife died. It was odd to have him do so now especially since they’d just found her murderer.

“You’re in a good mood,” Maggie said.

“It’s amazing what good food and good company will do for you.” He placed a hand on hers where it lay on the seat. “And a good night’s sleep. First in a very long time.”

Glad it was dark in the car, Maggie ducked her head as the heat suffused her cheeks. That good night’s sleep he spoke of was in her bed spooned against her back.



Posted by: Author | September 21, 2016

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Posted by: Author | September 19, 2016

Tuesday Tales- Sept 20, 2016- Call

This week, the word prompt for Tuesday Tales is call. We’re still in my story called Overkill. This is part of a scene where the heroine and her partner are questioning a suspect. check out the other tales here.


Not taking the bait, Maggie said, “It really doesn’t matter if you help us or not. We’ll still figure out what happened to Drusilla.” She was taking a chance but if he really was a classic narcissist as Doctor McDaniel said, he wouldn’t be able to resist taunting them with what he knew. After all, he ended up in their custody in the first place because he couldn’t stop himself from calling them.

“You’ll never finesse it. It’s really kind of a beautiful thing that happened to her. Well-deserved, I must say.” Another sly grin passed over Linus’ face. “Never seen a woman so young, yet hated by so many.”

“Let’s get back to your actual dealings with her, can we?” Jacob asked.

“Sure. You’re lead man on this. What do you want to know?” The chains on Linus’ cuffs rattled against the edge of the table.

“How did you meet her and when?” Jacob had his pen and pad out.

“I needed an accountant. Some dude I know told me to call her.”

“Who was that?” Jacob asked.

“Don’t remember, man. I just remember being at a party and asking around. Some dude said to go to her.”

“Because she was a good accountant?” Jacob continued and Maggie decided to let him take the lead while she watched for reactions on the prisoner’s face.

Linus let out a laugh. “Oh, hell no. That wasn’t it at all.”

“Then what did this guy tell you about her that led you to her office?”

“That she had large breasts and she liked to show them off. What man could resist that?” Linus snickered. “Pretty good marketing plan, don’t you think? You know, ‘come let me do your taxes and I’ll give you a peek at my goodies.’”

Maggie couldn’t let that pass by. She’d long wondered about Drusilla and her too-tight clothes. “And did she actually do that? Pull them out and show to you?”

“Why, dearie? Do you want to show me yours and let me tell you they are better than hers?” He eyeballed Maggie’s chest. “You look a bit puny compared to her but those big ones begin to sag too soon.” Shaking his head, he added, “Alas, poor Drusilla’s won’t be around long enough to sag any more than they’d already done.”

She knew she shouldn’t have responded to him. Good grief. He was completely insane.




Posted by: Author | September 17, 2016

Release Day for the Alter-Ego

This story is set in my hometown, Pensacola, and features many local landmarks as well as restaurants I love to visit- all local owned and operated, some by more than one generation! It’s a tour of my town as well as a bit of a thriller with some romance woven in. Sherry writes a bit grittier characters than Jillian so be prepared.  LOL

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Posted by: Author | September 12, 2016

Tuesday Tales- Sept 13, 2016- Paper

Sorry I’ve been missing in action but I had a big case in the day job that was sucking me dry and it finally went to trial so I have a bit of a breather now.

When last I posted, I was working on my murder  mystery called Overkill. I’m still working it. This week’s tale picks up with a second search of the murder victim’s office. The word prompt is paper. 

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They went inside and Maggie headed directly to Anne’s desk. She pulled some latex gloves out of her pocket and opened the top drawer.

“What are we looking for?” James asked.

“Not sure. All I know is the victim’s secretary was at the station today desperate to get in here and get something. I’m curious about what she could want.” Maggie rifled through the drawers but didn’t see anything suspicious.

“Do you think she participated in the murder?” James was going through a cabinet.

“I have no idea yet. I’ve not really made any suppositions thus far. To tell the truth, this one is a convoluted mess. I mean, how often do you see someone attacked in so many ways, all at once?”

“Are you leaning toward some kind of conspiracy? I mean, really, how could that have all happened on the same day? I think someone could decide to poison a person, easy. And I think some guy could decide to shoot another one but for those to be done at the same moment seems a stretch, doesn’t it?”

“Exactly.” Maggie moved on to look inside the credenza where a number of photos and a laser printer sat. “I think it had to be something along the lines of an attempt to poison her and when she didn’t succumb, someone stabbed her. She got away and outside the building. At that point, it became a crime of opportunity. Some unknown person who had a grudge against her saw their chance to shoot her and when she still didn’t go down, she was strangled.”

“And no one saw anything? What about the gun? Angela said that came into the lab yesterday but I haven’t heard about any results yet, have you—Well, hello.”

“What?” Maggie glanced up, thinking he was greeting someone coming in but he was holding up a small vial with some white powder in it.

She stepped over to him and peered at it. “What do you think it is?”

“Not sure but since it was hidden behind six reams of paper and inside an empty box of staples. I think it’s going back to the lab with me for some tests.” He pulled out a baggie and put the vial inside, dated and initialed it.

“Could that be our poison?”

“Maybe. Or it could be cocaine. I don’t want to open it here but it looks like the same consistency.”

“I don’t see either of them as cokeheads but I guess you never really know.”

“Until I get it to the lab.” James laughed. “Let’s see what else we can find.” He moved to the bathroom. Maggie could hear him plundering around in there.

“I think that room was checked pretty thoroughly,” she called out.

“Now that I’ve found that little gem hidden away, I’m on a quest to see what else that woman may have cleverly disguised.”

Maggie shrugged. Let the new guy recheck the area all he wanted. Who knew, he might get lucky again.

Posted by: Author | August 25, 2016

Special Guest: M. S. Spencer

Jillian: I met M. S. in person at a book signing event in Atlanta a few years ago. We were at the same publishing house and we had an absolute blast hanging out with each other. Check out her newest book!  Great cover and it sounds amazing.


M. S. : Thanks so much for having us on your lovely site, Jillian. As you know, Whirlwind Romance, my Caribbean adventure romance, is just out from The Wild Rose Press. I’d like to give your readers a taste of it.

Pirates, Puritans, propaganda, and princes—pieces of the puzzle in the whirlwind romance between a beautiful jelly maker and a mysterious castaway.

Paraiso, the island in Whirlwind Romance, is based on a real island in the western Caribbean that I discovered—how else?—mucking around on the internet. Called Providencia, it forms an archipelago with two other islands, San Andres and Santa Catalina, and five uninhabited atolls. Currently under the Colombian flag, it has been the ruled by an incredible variety of groups, from Henry Morgan the notorious buccaneer, to Spanish Conquistadors, Dutch traders, even English Puritans. Now part of the UN’s Seaflower Biosphere, it sports the third largest coral reef in the world. To reach it isn’t easy, which is why it’s not well known in tourist circles. Paraiso (2)

Its rich and odd history made it an intriguing backdrop for my story, but please be aware that most of the cultural and geographic description of Paraiso in Whirlwind Romance, not to mention the characters, is purely fictional.

Whirlwind Romance

Wild Rose Press, 8/17/2016, Champagne Rose imprint
Contemporary romance/Action Adventure; M/F; 2 flames
Ebook 89,905 words; Print: 358 p.

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In the aftermath of a hurricane, Lacey Delahaye finds herself marooned on an island on the Gulf coast of Florida with a mysterious man. They are immediately drawn to each other, but before Armand can confess his identity, they are kidnapped and taken to a tiny island in the western Caribbean. With the help of her son Crispin and a cadre of loyal followers, she and Armand must face down pirates, power-mad ideologues, and palace intrigue, if they are to restore the once idyllic tropical island to its former glory.
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In this excerpt, Armand’s second cousin, who by tradition must marry the second son of the Grand Duke, appears on Lacey’s doorstep seeking help.

Excerpt (G): We Meet Maitea

“Ms. Delahaye—”

“Please, call me Lacey.” We should be on a first-name basis if you’re going to marry the man I love.

“All right. I very much need your help. Crispin was sure you would know what to do.”

“Yes?” Out with it, child. The suspense rippled up and down her spine. She took a swallow of bourbon to calm her nerves. Is it about Armand? Is he hurt? In prison? In love with someone else? Lost in her frantic speculation, she almost missed Maitea’s next words.

“Prince Armand insists on marrying me, and I have no idea how to prevent him.”

“Prevent him?” A seedling of hope twined its way through the confusion. “I don’t understand. Why would you want to stop him? Doesn’t Paraisan custom demand it?”

“Yes.” Maitea took a delicate sip of wine and put the glass down. “But our generation considers it more of a guideline. We’re not Puritans after all.” She seemed to think this required clarification. “Well, not anymore. Nowadays, it’s accepted that both parties must agree to the match. And I don’t want to marry Armand. I want to marry Gorka.”


Maitea’s furrowed brow relaxed. “Gorka Jaso. He owns fifty acres down near Ekaitz on the west coast. It’s been in his family for three generations. He’s very rich.”

Despite the mercenary tinge to Maitea’s description, the seedling blossomed from hope into likelihood, choking out every other emotion. She doesn’t want to marry him! Lacey took another swig of bourbon and waited for her heart to defibrillate. Unfortunately, the pause left room for an alarming idea to insinuate itself. “You want to marry Gorka, but Armand still wants to marry you?”

“Yes, but I don’t believe he really wants to force me into a loveless marriage. It would make me so unhappy.” She folded her hands in her lap, her expression of prim complacency a tribute to her youth and self-absorption.

Lacey—herself wallowing in a sinkhole of self-doubt—found it refreshing.

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 in Alexandria, Virginia.

Ms. Spencer has published ten romantic suspense and murder mystery novels. 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.M. S. Spencer Author (2)

Other Books by M. S. Spencer:

A Widow’s Walk: Catherine’s Dilemma

Dear Philomena: Love, Lust & Murder on Chincoteague Island


Exquisite Christmas: 21 Romance Authors Share Holiday Stories & Recipes

Mai Tais and Mayhem

The Penhallow Train Incident

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


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Whirlwind Romance

Lapses of Memory






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Posted by: Author | August 24, 2016

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Posted by: Author | August 15, 2016

Tuesday Tales- August 16, 2016- Gray

This week’s word for Tuesday Tales is Gray. Each week a group of us use a word prompt in our current WIPs and share a small snippet. I’m still working on my book Overkill. Our detective has returned to the crime scene with a CSI for an additional search.

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“How about this? Our secretary with the vial of white powder has a boyfriend who came by and either kissed her into oblivion or even better, had sex with her on the floor here or the conference room desk.” James quirked his eyebrows.

“Did we test for semen on those surfaces?” Maggie tilted her head and opened her eyes wide.

“Yeah, right. That’s a standard thing to do in murders in an office setting.”

“If you’re right, sounds like something that needs to be put in the manual. Do you have the equipment or do you need to call for a van?”

“I’m calling now.” He pulled out his phone and scrolled down to the contact number. “You may as well go visit your little lady while I’m doing this. Be sure to get her to wrap me a piece of cake, okay?”

“Sure. I think she wanted to flirt with the handsome CSI but she’ll have to be happy with me.” Maggie grinned. “Let me know if you come up with any other theories. You’re pretty good at that.”

She walked out to the sound of his laughter and strolled across the street toward Hattie’s house.

Before she got to the porch, the woman was on it with her gray cat in her arms. “Where’s your man friend?”

“He’s a coworker and is tied up right now. He said to tell you to save him some cake.”

“Tied up? Lord girl, you got that cute boy tied up and you ain’t over there making a move on him? What’s wrong with your generation?”

“You sure you aren’t a comedian at one of the clubs? You’re making me laugh.” Maggie reached out and ran a hand over Mordecai’s back.

“You gotta admit, he is a nice looking young man.”

“He is at that, Miss Hattie. I’m just not looking for that kind of thing right now.”

“Nonsense. But if you’re determined not to find a man, come on in and let me fatten you up with some good food.” Hattie opened her screen door and led the way in.

Posted by: Author | August 10, 2016

Wordless Wednesday

Even Barbie Jillian loves The Orphan and the Duke.

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