The Penhallow Train Incident by @msspencerauthor is a BHW pick #cozymystery #romanticsuspense
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    • Dec 16, 2020
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The Penhallow Train Incident by @msspencerauthor is a BHW pick #cozymystery #romanticsuspense



Title: The Penhallow Train Incident


Author: M. S. Spencer


Genre: Cozy Mystery/Romantic Suspense


Publisher: The Wild Rose Press


Book Blurb:


In the sleepy coastal 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, curmudgeonly 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.


Excerpt:


For answer he let go of her face, drew her into his arms and kissed her. The kiss was tentative. She kissed him back, tentatively. “I…”


“Shut up.” This time they didn’t come up for air for a while. When they did, they stared at each other as if seeing one another for the first time. He said, “I…uh…didn’t mean to do that. I…”


She rose. “Oh, I see.” She picked up Spot and nuzzled him, hoping Griffin couldn’t see her tears well up. “I guess you’d better go then.”


He stood. “Okay. But…um, actually…what I meant to say is…I’ve been meaning to do that for a while. But I wasn’t sure...I didn’t know…I didn’t think…” He trailed off.


The bewildered look in his cerulean eyes as he shifted his weight from foot to foot reminded her of a kindly giant bobbling a baby bunny. She went up on tiptoe and touched her lips to his cheek.


The response was immediate. Griffin swept her up off the floor and charged through the kitchen door. Confronted with the refrigerator, he stopped, turned, and plunged in the opposite direction. Ending up where they’d started, he bellowed, “Where the hell’s your bedroom?”


She pointed at the ceiling. “Upstairs.”


Without another word he leapt up the steps, only banging her head once on the banisters, and dropped her on the bed. Then he stood, legs set wide like a latter-day Paul Bunyan, and folded his arms.


She lay where he’d dropped her, panting. “Now what?”


“You tell me.”


Oh, for heaven’s sake. “Come here, you great gob of indecision.”


Those seemed to be the words he was looking for, since for the rest of the evening he proved to her just how decisive he could be.


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Giveaway:


I’m one of the authors participating in the Curl Up With a Book Giveaway and you can win an e-copy of The Penhallow Train Incident.



Runs December 1 - 31 and is open internationally for most prizes.


Winners will be drawn on January 4, 2021.



Author Biography


Librarian, anthropologist, Congressional aide, speechwriter—M. S. Spencer has traveled the globe. She holds a BA from Vassar College, a diploma in Arabic Studies from the American University in Cairo, and Masters in Anthropology and in Library Science from the University of Chicago. All of this tends to insinuate itself into her works.


Ms. Spencer has published fourteen romantic suspense or murder mystery novels, with two more on the way. 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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