GRIFF MONTGOMERY - 20 QUESTION QUIZ

Griff Montgomery, Quarterback of the Connecticut Kings, takes the 20 question quiz!

GRIFF MONTGOMERY, QUARTERBACK

20 QUESTION QUIZ

  

   1.  Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate, or course. 

   2.     Airplane or train?      Train, I take too many planes.

   3.     Walking or driving?  Driving.

   4.     Red or Blue?              Blue, a boy color.

   5.     Country or Rock?     Rock.

   6.     Dog or cat?                 Dog. Pug to be exact. 

   7.     Lemonade or Iced Tea?  Girly drinks. Beer for me.

   8.     Vodka or Whiskey?    Whiskey. Man's drink.

   9.     Mounds or Almond Joy? What are those? Are they dirty?
           Uh, if it's body parts, mounds, for sure. *laughs*

   10.   Action movies or Thrillers? Action.

   11.   Men – brunette or blond?    Brunette, like me.

   12.   Women – brunette, blonde or redhead? Lauren's a brunette.

   13.    Steak or lobster?  Steak - man food.

   14.    French fries or Salad? Are you kidding me? Fries, definitely.

   15.    Pistachios or Peanuts?  Peanuts.

   16.    Beer or Wine? Beer, of course.

   17.    Beach or Mountains? Both.

   18.    Oatmeal or scrambled eggs? Eggs. Oatmeal is for pussies.

   19.    Sausage or Bacon? Both.

   20.    Pretty or Witty? Both - that's Lauren. Sexy, too. *laughs*.

   A bit about the book:

   

      Two people, two tragedies, two deep, devastating secrets….  Griff Montgomery is the headline-making, heart-breaking star quarterback of the Kings – a  6’4”, 33 year old womanizer. Lauren Farraday is a beautiful young interior designer, bitterly scarred by divorce, whose life is falling apart. Though they violently oppose one another in court over her beloved pug (she thinks he’s arrogant and  conceited, and he thinks she’s a bitch on wheels), something happens....

    These are the bare bones of this sizzling romance, riddled with passion -- the first in a brand new series that’ll tantalize football fans and have readers glued to every page and on the edge of their seats!

    Griff looks like a super hero with his tousled, mahogany hair, dazzling smile, dark, sexy eyes, and a body  that does something indescribable to a tight pair of jeans. Though Lauren’s sworn off men forever, one look sends shivers down her spine, making her feel lonelier than ever before. Her lustrous, long hair, sparkling green eyes, and nonstop curves make his fingers tingle at the thought of touching her.  

   How do they deal with their cataclysmic attraction? Will they be able to drop their protective facades – his to camouflage his grief over his sister and her family, for whom he was a surrogate father, moving 3000 miles away…. And hers’ to shield her from the incalculable loss of her husband and hoped for child?

For Griff, the thought of falling in love is as foreign as toe shoes and a tutu. For Lauren, it’s like putting on cleats and a helmet and running 50 yards…. Can they, will they, risk it? 

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M.S. SPENCER JOINS ME WITH MAI TAIS AND MAYHEM -- NEW BOOK!

Welcome, Meredith! Thanks for having me, Jean. Today I’d like to talk about my latest release, Mai Tais and Mayhem: Murder at Mote Marine.

Mai Tais and Mayhem

I Heart Publishing, 12/7/2015

Contemporary romantic suspense, M/F, 2 flames, Mystery

eBook 68,840 words; print 208 pp.

A bit about the book:

When Tessa Diamond rescued a baby pufferfish from a hungry gull, her good deed led her into a shady world of smuggling, Russian gangsters, and coded messages, confronting murder, attempted ravishment, parrots, sea turtles and big fish, only to encounter blossoming romances at every turn, including one of her own.

Tessa Diamond, the heroine of Mai Tais and Mayhem: Murder at Mote Marine, works with the annual sea turtle nesting survey along with a motley assortment of volunteers. There are in fact several volunteer groups that patrol the 770 miles of coastline during the nesting season. Five of the seven sea turtle species live in Florida waters: the loggerhead, the leatherback, the green, the Kemp’s ridley, and the hawksbill. This year Mote Marine logged a record number of nests on Longboat Key.

Tessa is checking on a leatherback named Fred who is being rehabilitated at Mote, when she makes a grisly discovery.

 Excerpt (G): The Body

The alarm woke her at seven. Tessa threw on the Mote polo shirt and black golf skort she’d laid out the night before, grabbed the bagel and can of V8 she’d left on the counter, and shot down Gulf of Mexico Drive as the sun came up. The road for once was deserted, and she could revel in the breeze blowing her long hair over her shoulders and the scent of frangipani in the air. The soft gray sky held only a hint of the deep blue to come later, and the gulf lay becalmed by the evaporating night. She sang a country song as she drove. In her bones she knew this would be a glorious day, the first in a long time where she felt free of any guilt or sadness. If only she could whistle. If only I could carry a tune.

She parked in the aquarium lot and walked across to the Goldstein Center. Pulling out the key Pilchard had given her, she let herself in by the ticket booth. Pale, blurry light seeped in through the plastic sheeted tanks to her right. She went up the stairs and around the gift shop to the dolphin pool, rattling doors as she went. All was quiet and locked. A snort came from the pool. One of the dolphins raised his head and peered at her before diving back down.

Looks okay here. She checked her watch. Eight-twenty. The support staff should be arriving soon to open the gift shop and ticket counter. She walked back down the stairs. The turtle tanks lay to her right—two large shallow pools that at present held four sea turtles, one leatherback—Fred—two green turtles, and a loggerhead. She leaned over Fred’s tank. “Fred,” she called, “how are you? Feeling better?”

A black mass floated at the other end of the pool. Oh dear, I hope he’s not still sick. Worried, she skirted the other tank and ducked under the gate. The mass didn’t move. “Fred?” She reached out a hand to touch his shell and instead encountered something soft and mushy. “Fred?”

At that moment the overhead light flashed on. She swung around. From the hall came the voice of Henry Stillwater, the coordinator of the dolphin training program. “Who’s there?”

“It’s Tessa. Tessa Diamond. I’m the volunteer. I was checking on Fred, but something’s wrong.”

“What?”

Tessa turned around to look into the pool again and screamed.

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Meet My Friend, M.S. Spencer & Her Book, DEAR PHILOMENA

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Dear Philomena: Love, Lust & Murder on Chincoteague Island

I Heart Book Publishing, October 12, 2015

eBook, 72,000 words, Print 209 pp
Contemporary Romantic Suspense/Murder Mystery

M/F, 3 flames

My family has been going to Chincoteague and Assateague Islands since my children were little, often twice, in the spring for the mating birds, and in the fall for the migrating snow geese. A barrier island situated east of coastal Virginia, it has everything: a lovely beach, a wonderful wildlife refuge, ponies, marshes, a lighthouse, and most alluring of all, oysters.  Dagne, like me, scarfs them up at every opportunity during her year on the island. Luckily, her new beau, Refuge Manager Aidan Ellis, is happy to treat her to them.

 A bit about the book:

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

Excerpt (G): A Tall, Cool Ranger

As she leapt out of bed, someone knocked at the front door. She checked the clock. Eight. A bit early. Maybe it was the milkman. She clucked at her little joke, but took a moment to smooth her hair and flip off her fuzzy slippers. Halfway down the stairs, she peered through the glass door to see a tall, broad-shouldered silhouette. Someone new? And handsome too! Panting only slightly, she tripped on the last step and almost fell flat. Sucking in a couple of ragged breaths, she called, “Who is it?”

“Miss Lonegan? It’s Aidan Ellis. I’m the Chincoteague Refuge Manager. I apologize for the early hour, but I’d like to ask you a couple of questions.”

Questions? Dagne zipped into the kitchen and turned the burner off before opening the door. A tall, remarkably good-looking man in the tan uniform of the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service stood on the mat. His dark brown eyes flecked with cream reminded her of the Sika elk that roamed Assateague. The flat-rimmed ranger hat obscured his hair but his tanned face sported a bit of five o’clock shadow, which only served to highlight the straight Roman nose. He smiled a dazzling smile, and stuck his hand out. “Miss Lonegan?”

“Yes?”

“May I come in?” Dagne realized she was still holding his hand and gazing hungrily into those chocolate eyes. She shook her head to clear it.

“Of course, of course.” She led the way into the living room and indicated one of the easy chairs patterned in blue ponies. She sat down on the sleep sofa, only to spring up to clear the coffee table of half-filled take-out boxes and bits of underwear, her face burning. The ranger sat quietly, hat in hand, while she bustled about trying not to stare at his large, strong hands. A full head of rich brown hair too—is there anything that isn’t gorgeous about him? “Sorry. I’ve just moved in and I haven’t had time to organize, or even grocery shop.” ***

“Miss Lonegan, as I mentioned, I supervise the wildlife refuge. I don’t know whether you’ve heard, but there’s been a murder.”

Dagne took a moment to pull her jaw back up and her eyes back in. “A what?”

“A murder. We found the body Saturday morning. On the refuge.”

“No, I had no idea. I haven’t talked to anyone yet today.” Wait a minute. When was I trapped on the Woodland Trail? “Saturday? The day before yesterday?”

“Yes.” *** He stood. “Here’s my card. Since we found the body on federal property I’ll be in charge of the investigation. If you think of anything else that might be of interest don’t hesitate to give me a call. For example, if you saw or heard anything unusual.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to make a flirtatious reply, but she bit it instead. Talk about inappropriate timing! But he was so gorgeous, so polite, so different from Jack. Maybe, just maybe….

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TUESDAY TALES = WORD PROMPT "EVIL"

Welcome! This week the word prompt is "evil". Trunk Mahoney's story continues. Thanks for stopping by. Return to the fabulous Tuesday Tales authors using the link below.  

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“Didn’t she say anything else? Like why she was leaving or where she was going?”

He shook his head. “Nope. That was it. In a text.”

“A text?” Carla's eyebrows rose. “Damn, that’s cold.”

“I think she’s afraid to face me. Though I don’t know why.”

“You’ve got to track her down. Gotta get some answers.”

“You’re telling me?” He shook his head.

Carla slipped back into the kitchen and returned with a large blue cheese burger and an order of sweet potato fries.

“This is on the house, Trunk.”

“No way.”

“Way.”

“You can’t afford to do that. You just gave those two assholes free beer to leave me alone. And now this? You keep giving food away and you’ll be out of business. I’m paying.”

“We’re friends.”

He shot her a longing look, before masking his expression. Her statement cut him deep. He had wished he could be so much more than friends with this beauty, wished he’d met her before he got hooked up with the evil Mary. It would never happen now. Trunk had a secret, a secret that would keep her away. He’d guessed it might be what finally drove Mary to leave him.

“Business is business, Carla. You can’t afford to give food away. And I don’t want to be the cause of your closing down.”

“Screw you. I’ll charge you double, then. For everyone else, $6.95, for you, fourteen bucks!”

Trunk laughed. He didn’t think anything could be funny today, but Carla was and he was grateful.

He bit into the juicy burger, cooked just the way he liked, and smiled. No one made food like she did.

“Where you gonna live?” She asked, finishing the last of her drink.

“Good question. I have no idea.”

“I have a ‘sleep-it-off-room’ upstairs, down the hall from my digs, if you need it.”

“Thanks. I’m bunking in with Bull and Samantha tonight.”

“Barging in on the newlyweds?”

“When you put it like that, maybe I shouldn’t go there. But one night won’t kill ‘em.”

“Nah. Bull can keep it in his pants for once.”

“Or keep it quiet,” Trunk snickered. She laughed.

He finished the burger and washed it down with a healthy slug of beer.

“Hey, how about this? I could rent that room from you. Just until I get a new place. Give you some more income.”

“You think I need the money?” She narrowed her eyes, rested her hand on her hip.

“Everybody needs more money.”

“True. I could do that. How much?”

“Hmm. Five hundred do it?”

She swallowed and her eyes widened. “Five hundred does it just fine. I’ll take you up there after closing.”

“I’ll tell Bull I’m not coming.”

“There’s a bathroom across the hall, too. No kitchen, but you can use the bar kitchen.”

“Works for me.” He finished the last of his beverage, stuffed two more fries into his mouth and slid off the seat. He dropped a twenty on the counter and headed for his car.

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