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


Coming 2016:

Whirlwind Romance

Lapses of Memory






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Posted by: Author | August 24, 2016

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Posted by: Author | August 17, 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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Posted by: Author | August 8, 2016

Tuesday Tales- August 9. 2016- Catch

This week’s word prompt for Tuesday Tales is catch. I’m still working on my story called Overkill. We’ve just found out that who killed the heroine’s partner’s wife two years prior. They happened upon this person as they investigated their latest case. Their captain took them off the interrogation due to the conflict at this point.

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Captain Bone waved them in. “Glad to see you two back from dinner. I want you to go home now and get some rest before picking up on the Isaacs murder tomorrow. I have to take you off Linus Anthony since we now suspect him of being complicit in Debra’s murder.”

“I know. Angela told us.” Jacob’s eyes filled with unshed tears. “It’s good that we have a lead now in catching her murderer but I feel like someone had placed some duct tape on my eyebrows and ripped it off all at once making me lose all my brow-hair. It hurts like a open, festering sore now.” He ran a hand over his face. “Like it’s fresh and new all over again.”

“All the more reason to go home then. Take one of those nighttime sleep aids and rest,” the captain said.

Jacob nodded. “I will. Sounds like a good way to try to forget… at least for tonight.”

“You go on, too, Maggie. Tomorrow is soon enough. We’ll handle the interrogation of Anthony tonight.”

“Be sure you have whoever is doing it keep him up all night with no food and little to drink.” Maggie knew they’d have to feed the man something but they would hold off for a while. It was a basic interrogation tactic. Get them tired, hungry and thirsty and then have the person playing good cop offer to get some things to make the prisoner comfortable. It helped build trust.

“He’ll get dinner, Detective.” Captain Bone looked at her watch. “In about three hours.”

“Who’s in there with him?” Maggie asked.

“Jeffery Stutsman and Joy Winslow.”

“Super. They’ll do great. Jeff is an old pro and Joy is coming along nicely in her interrogation skills. I sat in on one with her last week.” Maggie smiled at the memory of just how great Joy was at playing bad cop. She’d nailed that guy in her interrogation. Maggie also knew Jeff would be perfect for whatever game of cat and mouse Linus Anthony might try to play. Jeff was brilliant and would hold his own with that nut job.

“Make sure your partner gets home safely before you head home yourself,” Captain Bone said.

Maggie nodded before following her partner down the hall. She didn’t need to tell the captain that her partner wouldn’t be returning to his own home that evening. He was staying at her place as long as he needed to.

Posted by: Author | August 3, 2016

Wordless Wednesday

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Posted by: Author | August 1, 2016

Tuesday Tales – August 2, 2016-Fly

This week’s word for Tuesday Tales is Fly. We’re still in my murder mystery called Overkill. This part is just after the heroine and her partner have come to search the home of a man who they think has the gun that killed their victim. They entered the house with a warrant and were stunned by what they found.  Warning: This tale took a gruesome turn. Totally unforeseen by the author.🙂

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Maggie addressed the officer, “Take him to the station and put him in a holding cell. We’ll be there when we can get away from here.”

When they were gone, Maggie bent over at the waist and placed her hands on her knees. She took in a number of deep breaths. Finally in a place where she could think straight and process what she’d seen in that bedroom, she stood erect. “What did we just happen upon? I confess, I thought this guy was some kind of attention seeker with a minor record and now this?”

“It was pretty gruesome. I’ve heard of serial killers keeping souvenirs but actual body parts? Like ears and toes?” Jacob shuddered. “Did I really see nipples? Tell me those were not nipples on that bulletin board.”

She shook her head at the memory. “Sorry, I don’t think I can.”

“What kind of nut job does that and then calls us to taunt us about another crime? It makes no sense. He’s obviously gotten away with a lot of murders. Why bring attention to himself now?”

“I’m not a psychologist but he did seem to be a narcissist—and I only really know about those from my studies and the fact that I believe Drusilla was one—and narcissists like attention. Maybe he wasn’t getting any and thought he was too smart to get caught. He clearly thought he was smarter than both of us.”

“He’s been smart for a long time judging by the number of body part in that room. It looked like a charnel house.”

“Do you think he’ll plead insanity?” Jacob rubbed his chin. His five o’clock shadow rasped as his palm ran over it.

“I definitely think he’s crazy—he’d have to be—but I hope the plea won’t fly. He needs to go down and hard.”

“Any thoughts about how Linus ties in to Drusilla’s murder?” Jacob sat in the lawn chair vacated by Linus.

“I’m thinking they don’t tie in but I won’t rule anything out yet. It seems weird that he’d show his hand in response to this case. Maybe we need to pay a visit to the department psychologist to see if she can give us any insight.”

“Good idea. I’ll call her now.”

Posted by: Author | July 20, 2016

Wordless Wednesday and a Cover Reveal

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Posted by: Author | July 18, 2016

Tuesday Tales- July 19, 2016

This week’s Tuesday Tales word is write. What a great word for a writer, right?  LOL

I’m still working on the gritty murder mystery. Our detectives are interviewing a man who lives in an apartment that looks down on the place where the victim’s body was found.

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“What exactly did you hear?” Maggie was getting a bit anxious that Hayes would never tell them what he heard. Was he also lonely like poor Hattie Simpkins and want someone to be a companion? Was that why he was dragging this out?

“I can’t quote the exact words but I heard words about marriage, divorce, left her because didn’t want children and then it seems like the guy has a couple of kids now. That aren’t hers. I figure the two of them were married at some time and got a divorce because he didn’t want any kids and now he’s got some. She wasn’t happy about that turn of events.” Mr. Hayes moved away from the window. “They both left after that and it was a few hours later that I saw the woman out there dead.”

“Did you hear anything at all between when they left and when you saw her dead?” Jacob asked.

“No. I had the TV on and was watching some programs. I didn’t hear another peep until I heard the police out there.” He shrugged. “I may have dozed off. I tend to do that when I sit for too long. Getting old isn’t fun.”

“Can you describe the man you saw out there arguing with her?” Maggie asked.

“Tall, dark-haired. White. Maybe in his early thirties.”

It sounded to Maggie as if Hayes was describing Drusilla’s former husband, David. She knew they’d divorced because she wanted to try to have a child and he didn’t. He’d quit coming home for a number of months. Then one day, he showed up with divorce papers. Maggie hadn’t heard he was now a father.

Since he was their next stop, she made a mental note to ask about any children he had.

Jacob handed Mr. Hayes one of his cards. “Call us if you think of anything else. Try to remember exactly what you heard if you can and write it down. It could help us a lot.”

“I don’t think that guy she was with when I saw her did it.”

“Why?” Maggie asked.

“Well, the way I figure it, if he was gonna take her out, he’d have done it then. I mean, the lady was all over him. Acting like a lunatic.”

“Maybe he came back later when he could do it more quietly. If he’d done it then, there would probably have been witnesses since it sounds as if the whole neighborhood would’ve been able to hear them.” Jacob flipped his notebook closed.

“You might have a point there”—Mr. Hayes looked down at the card in his hand—“Detective Brown.”

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