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M. S. Spencer Author (2)Thank you so much for having Sydney, Olivia, and Rémy at your fascinating blog The Whole Shebang, Misty. I’d like to talk about the background for the story, and about Olivia’s dilemma.

 

My traveling life began at the age of six months, when my family moved from New York to North Carolina. Soon after we were winging halfway across the world to Turkey in a Boeing Stratocruiser, just like my hero Elian and my heroine Sydney did. Since then I’ve lived or traveled in Europe, the Middle East, Africa, the US, Central America, and South America. Like Sydney and Elian I’ve seen the Golestan Palace in Iran and walked the Hamra in Beirut. Like them, I’ve ridden a bus down the switchbacks of the eastern Turkish mountains past Mount Ararat. Like Elian and Sydney, I love Paris.  Is it any wonder that Olivia would Paris 1want some of that adventure with a dashing, rich Frenchman?

 

 

 

 

Lapses of Memory

Wild Rose Press, 3/15/2017, Imprint: Champagne Rose

Contemporary romantic suspense/Action Adventure; M/F; 2 flames

Ebook (70,560); Print: 296 pp.

 

 

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It is spring in Old Town Alexandria, and Sydney Bellek is dictating her memoir to her daughter Olivia. Every few years from the age of five she meets her true love Elian Davies, but while he remembers her, she doesn’t recognize him. Only after surviving wars, revolutions, and years of separation will she realize they are meant to be, but this time it is Elian who has lost his memory of her. Will he remember her before she loses heart or will their new love be enough to replace the old one?

 

Meanwhile, her daughter Olivia has her own dilemma—how to choose between two handsome, accomplished, loving men—men who represented polar opposites. Rémy, dashing, rich, world traveler—French. Benjamin, dependable, reasonable, domestic, American to his Pilgrim core.

 

Excerpt (G): Rémy

 

“Welcome, stranger.” Sydney offered her cheek. The chiseled features of the man at the door inclined toward her with polished grace. One perfect ringlet of ebony hair sidled down his temple. He kissed her and drew back, his black eyes sparkling.

“You grow more beautiful every year, Madame Davies.”

“I see you still have that silver tongue.” His hostess gave a gentle laugh to soften the criticism. “Olivia, why don’t we go into the drawing room? Would you like a cocktail, Rémy? Or champagne?”

Sydney kept the conversation light, dwelling on politics and religion rather than the weather. The tense muscles in Rémy’s shoulders gradually relaxed as the evening wore on and the wine flowed. He even began glancing at Olivia now and then, something he had studiously avoided at first. He hasn’t forgotten about Benjamin. That’s good.Sydney watched her daughter. She sensed Olivia had been opposed to this dinner—whether out of shame or apprehension Sydney wasn’t sure. Even now her face remained inscrutable, annoying her mother. Just like Elian.

“Dessert?”

“No, thank you.”

“Coffee then?”

“Yes, please.”

When they were served, Sydney rose. “Why don’t you two take your cups to the living room? I have some things to do to prepare for my trip. I shall return in a few minutes.” She let them go, waiting for a sign. Sure enough, as they passed out the door, their hands found one another and squeezed. She sighed and headed upstairs.

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“Must you go so soon? The evening is still young.”

“Yes, Madame.” Rémy’s hooded eyes kept her from deciphering his state of mind.

“We’ll see you again before you return to France?”

He twisted to look at Olivia. The pause lengthened. Olivia stared into his eyes, silent. “I hope so.”

When he’d gone, Sydney indicated a chair to her daughter. “Tell me what happened.”

As if she knew there was no escape, Olivia sat and squared her shoulders. “He asked me to go back to France with him.”

“Ah.”

“I…I said I’d think about it.”

“Ah.”

Olivia stood and started to pace. “I wish…”

“You wish Benjamin would show up out of the blue, sweep you off your feet, and carry you off to…er…”

Her daughter halted. “I do?”

Sydney shrugged. “If you up and took off with Rémy, would you ever know what you’d do if he did?”

Jaw slack, Olivia stared at her mother. “Say that again?”

 

Buy Links:

TWRP: http://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/4896-lapses-of-memory.html

I Tunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/lapses-of-memory/id1196959922?mt=11

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Lapses-Memory-M-S-Spencer-ebook/dp/B01N5P9FTU

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lapses-of-memory-ms-spencer/1115291373

KOBO: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/lapses-of-memory-1

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/lapses-of-memory-0

 

 

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.
Ms. Spencer has published ten romantic suspense novels, and has two more in utero. 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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One response »

  1. Thanks so much for having Olivia, Sydney & Remy at your lovely site. I hope your readers are intrigued by the excerpt and want to find out more about the inhabitants of Lapses of Memory. M. S.

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