Tuesday Tales: Writing Train

To what lengths would you go to save a loved one? Would you leave your body behind? Our heroine must gain courage for such a course of action in the snippet below.

Badge for TT aaaTuesday Tales is a weekly blog featuring diverse authors who post excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. We’re a book hungry troop that enjoys reading as much as you do. Today our prompt is train. The story of Ivy continues with the new man in town, demon hunter Gavin. Her sisters are always central as well. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

Her train of thought led to the only conclusion possible. Her physical body could not go with her. There was no other viable strategy. It was time to separate from her material self and travel back to ancient Sumer. In a firm tone that belied her inner trembling, she broke the news to Shale.

Her sister turned ashen. “You’ve lost your mind.”

“We’ve gone over the possibilities a dozen times. You know as well as I do there’s nothing else to be done.”

“No! Absolutely not. Rowena would never allow it.”

She grabbed Shale’s shoulders. “It’s Rowena I’m doing this for. You know she’d take the same chance for you or me.”

“Then I’m going too.”

“Only if you want me to fail.” Shale’s hurt expression cut her to the core. “I don’t mean it that way. I need you here to watch over my body. Seriously. If there’s not a safe haven, a tether, my body could be harmed or my spirit could…” She broke off, not wanting to say the words.

Shale’s hand clapped over her heart. “Float away forever. My god, Ivy, I could lose you both.”

“But you won’t. Gavin showed me how to do this.”

“If only he were here now.”

“I wish that too, but we can’t afford to wait. Are you with me?”

Shale squeezed her eyes shut, and then seemed to gather her courage. “Yes. Tell me what to do.”

“The main thing is to stay with my body, keep it warm and as comfortable as possible. You may have to keep it from getting up and wandering off. And don’t let anyone in here, unless Gavin happens to show up.”

Shale nodded.

“Now let’s sit here on the divan and I’ll prepare for the spirit journey. Breathe easy, and be watchful. And don’t talk.”

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She took several deep centering breaths and allowed the anxiety to drain away. Calling upon her guides for assistance, she sensed them gather around her. Time passed, and she entered the sacred no-time between moments. The magic was ripe now. Touching her left hand to her navel, she extended her right palm and with infinite care raised it toward the heavens. “Sacred spirit form, shining ka, rise as I command. We have work before us. Sacred body, precious ba, remain here with my sister, protected and safe.”

A rapid fluttering came within the second chakra at her belly region. A pulling sensation took hold from below the soles of her feet to high above her head, as if molten glass were being elongated and stretched.

Her ka spirit form rose through the chakras in preparation for the split from her ba and the astral journey to come. She exited from the crown chakra atop her head with a graceful dexterity. There now. The separation of her spirit and body was complete. Although a faint part of her possessed awareness of her physical self, her primary consciousness swirled inside the shimmering luminosity of her ka form. Her physical ba remained as a shell, awaiting the return of spirit.

I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the word prompt train. Thanks for stopping by. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

Fae Friday: 13 Reasons to Love 13


13Is Friday the 13th like any other day to you? Is it a good omen or a bad one? Would you schedule an elective surgery, buy a house, bravely go about your normal business, or be more likely to call in sick and hide under your bed? Friday the 13th has been the ultimate bad luck day for only a century or so now. However, Friday has long been considered ill-fated, due in part to Christ dying on a Friday. As well, the number 13 has a long dismal history of foreboding and evil fortune. For example, there were 13 people at the Last Supper. The number 13 shakes things up, as opposed to 12, whose essence is considered perfect and complete. 

The number 12 strikes a chord of dignity and balance. There are 12 Disciples, 12 Olympians, 12 lines in a cube, 12 months in a year, 12 signs of the zodiac, 12 hours of day and of night, 12 eggs in a dozen, 12 ribs in a human, and so on. Adding one more to make 13 creates an element of mystery, of the unknown, and throws things off balance. We can’t control the tone of chaos created by 13. Still, in ancient cultures it was often a holy number and much revered.
How about it? Let’s give 13 some love.

Our calendar year has 12 months, but perhaps it should have 13 months of 28 days each as it did in the olden days. Within a solar year there are 13 full moons, and 13 dark. Thus, we have blue moons (two full moons in a month) to account for the natural moon cycle.Moonovergraveyard7-1-2015

A woman generally has 13 moon cycles per year.

Some important United States’ symbols honor the number 13. There are 13 horizontal stripes on the flag, and the Great Seal is depicted with items in clusters of 13, including 13 stars. The dollar bill has a ton of symbolic references to 13, including 13 steps on the pyramid and 13 letters in each Latin phrase.dollar

There were 13 colonies and of course 13 stars on the first U.S. flag.

13 was sacred to the ancient Egyptians, and the ladder of eternity a soul had to climb contained 13 rungs.

In Norse mythology Loki was the unlucky 13th guest, bringing turmoil and destruction, but think modern Loki portrayed by Tom Hiddleston—pleasant sigh.

Esoteric studies often contain increments of 13, such as the 13 attributes of mercy, and the 13 circles in the archangel Metratron’s cube. Here 13 represents the bonding of the many into oneness.

In numerology, 13 is a powerful karmic number. It forces upheaval so that outdated, ill-serving structures can fall and be rebuilt.

The 13th Tarot card is Death, meaning drastic change, renewal, and rebirth.

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In mathematics 13 is a fascinating Fibonacci number, a sequence wherein certain numbers are the sum of the two preceding numbers (0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34…) 

The 13th Runic letter is Eihwaz, associated with horses, movement, and the journey in the spheres of Yggdrasil, the Tree of Life.

M is the 13th letter of the alphabet and denotes such marvelous wordsmithing toys as mellifluous, marshmallow, and medieval. What “m” words do you like?

PearSchnapps2Prohibition was over after 13 years. So if Friday the 13th inspires you to have a nip, go for it!

I hope you enjoyed looking at reasons to love 13.

Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

Tuesday Tales: Writing Coffee

Tuesday TalesToday’s “blog share” features one of my favorite beverages. Or rather, now that I think of it, two of my favorite beverages. Read on!

Tuesday Tales is a weekly blog featuring diverse authors who post excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. We’re a book hungry troop that enjoys reading as much as you do. Today our prompt is coffee. We continue the story of Ivy and the new man in town, demon hunter Gavin. Her sisters are always central as well. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

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Trying to appear unobtrusive, Gavin studied the woman sipping coffee across from him. He couldn’t ignore her attractiveness. Nor the effect she had on him. Ivy was lovely and desirable. Her dark blue eyes that reminded him of mysterious, deep waters, the long dark hair tumbling across her shoulders, and a body that made him want to know more of it.

And especially the luscious mouth that formed into a natural pout. A drop of cream clung to her bottom lip, and he fought the urge to lean over and remove it with his thumb. Or his tongue. His groin tightened. Whoa. Dial it back a lightyear or two.

The woman was at least nine years younger than him. He was practically middle aged compared to her. Plus she had other things on her mind, like protecting her sisters and saving her town. She wasn’t interested in some over the hill professor turned demon hunter.

He gritted his teeth. Determined to put lascivious thoughts from his mind, he raised a hand at the waitress walking by. Soon he had a tumbler of whiskey to distract him. Its rich aroma soothed, and its fire went straight to his belly, reminding him he was better off alone and uninvolved. Ivy had her gaze on him.

He held up the half full glass. “Irish?”img_7552

For answer, she nodded and raised her coffee cup, her eyes glittering. He motioned to the waitress again.

Ivy splashed a shot straight into her coffee. After sampling it, she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips.

The sensual sight made him want to capture them with his own. He knew the flavor would be hot and sweet.

“Mmm, it’s been a long day. This hits the spot.” She smiled, dimples crinkling at the corners of her mouth. She sipped again.

His insides tumbled. Irish whiskey had never had it so good.

I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the word prompt coffee. Thanks for stopping by. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

Vintage Friday: Epiphany Cross Dive

The visit of the wise-men

Heinrich Hofmann [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

One of my favorite memories from teaching in Tarpon Springs years ago was the excitement of the boys’ annual dive for the cross as part of the celebration of the Epiphany. The school and community helped support the festivities.

Epiphany, also known as Three Kings Day, is a Christian holiday representing the time when Jesus manifested himself to the Three Wise Men or Magi. It is a vitally important celebration in the Greek Orthodox Church and marks the end of the Christmas holy days. Following the service of the Divine Liturgy, the clergy, congregation, and people at large form the Procession of the Cross down to a body of water, such as river, lake, or springs. As the focal point of the ceremony, the holy official blesses the water by casting the gold cross into it. The boys then dive for the cross and the one lucky enough to retrieve it brings it back to the holy official to receive his blessing.

Here is a wonderful clip from the Florida Memory project of an even older time period, the 1960s, when Governor Bryant was a featured guest. You can see how the solemn Epiphany ceremony is followed by an evening of dancing and folk music.

Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

Tuesday Tales: Writing Point

Tuesday TalesTuesday Tales is a weekly blog featuring diverse authors who post excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. We’re a book hungry troop that enjoys reading as much as you do. Today our prompt is point. We continue the story of Ivy and the new man in town, demon hunter Gavin. Of course her sisters are always central as well. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

She struggled to move. “Get off me, you filthy beast! Your breath smells like a sewer.” She raked her spiked finger claw down his meaty cheek. Instead of red, the scratch bled the putrid tar color of ichor.

The demon bellowed, clamping a hand over the flesh she had sliced.

While he was distracted, she heaved her arms and jerked her coat pocket free. Son of a toad headed mother. Where was the freaking gun? Using her elbows as leverage, she scrabbled backward. Frantic, she rummaged around in the dirt as far as she could reach. She had to keep the demon corporeal until she found the weapon. To that end she let loose a string of colorful insults, calling him every vile name she could think of.

Before she could locate the revolver, Bellorg grabbed her by the shoulders and sprang up, yanking her with him.

His sinewy claws squeezed muscle and bone, lifting her off the ground, and she clenched her teeth against the pain. He would pop her arms from their sockets at this rate. She fought to breathe.

“Hey, Bellorg. Pick on someone your own size.” Gavin’s voice had never sounded so serious. And cold. It was as deadly as the Glock poised between his palms.

The squeezing lessened, and her feet touched earth.

“Let her go.”

With a deft twist, the demon whirled her around and tightened the crook of his arm against her neck. “Never, hu–”

Gavin fired point blank into Bellorg’s kneecap.

The demon roared and flung Ivy aside like a piece of flotsam. She rolled and got to her knees. More bad news came around the copse of dead oaks. “Watch out, Gavin!” 

Bellorg’s girlfriend marched toward them with reinforcements. Her mottled gray lips parted in what passed as a smile. Yep, this demon bitch was all about payback.

I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the word prompt point. Thanks for stopping by. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

Fae Friday: Year of the Fire Rooster

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In Chinese astrology 2017 is called the Year of the Fire Rooster. Here are 13 vital things you need to know about the subject before the year begins.

• Though a form of personal and universal divination, Chinese astrology does not calculate the positions of the sun, moon, stars, and planets at the time of a person’s birth.
• Rather, it is based on a series of 12 animals that answered the call of the Buddha to appear before him at the New Year.
• Each year one of the 12 animals represents the primary spirit of the year.
• The Chinese New Year is based on a lunar calendar. It begins on the second New Moon after Winter Solstice, usually in late January or early February.
• The 12 animal signs and some of their alternate names are: rat (mouse), ox (cow), tiger, rabbit (cat), dragon, snake, horse, goat (sheep), monkey, rooster (chicken, bird, peacock), dog, pig (boar).
• Also involved in the spirit of a year and a person are 5 basic elements: metal (white), water (black), wood (green), fire (red), and earth (brown).
• Metal adds strength and steadfastness; water adds sensitivity and adaptability; wood adds warmth and compassion; fire adds inspiration and energy; earth adds patience and practicality.
• The basis of all is the yin (feminine) and yang (masculine) that together and equally form the universe and all matter.
• Each animal sign is either yin (darkness, night, moon, resting, feminine) or yang (light, day, sun, active, masculine).
• I think of a rooster as strutting around the barnyard, but strangely enough, the rooster is yin.
• A description of the Year of the Fire Rooster includes attributes of vision, effective communication, brightness, courage, passion, inspiration, honesty, generosity, expansion, survival skills, showmanship, time well used, engaging wit, clear discernment, problem solving, and deep thinking. Attuning ourselves to the energy of the year can bring about the fortunate state of “being in the flow.”
• Most publications call 2017 the Year of the Fire Rooster, and I really like how the publication We’Moon calls it the Year of the Fire Phoenix, adding transformation to the mix. This is a time in which we can let go of past negativity and transform our lives to experience and put forth our best selves.
• The Year of the Fire Phoenix or Fire Rooster starts with the New Moon on January 27, 2017.

If you are interested in learning more about your individual Chinese astrological chart, here are places to start:

http://www.chinesefortunecalendar.com/FAQSign.htm
http://www.wikihow.com/Read-Your-Chinese-Horoscope

Special note to frequent readers: You may have noticed I’m paring down my blog a little. For years I typically created posts centered on Mythic Monday, Tuesday Tales, and Vintage Friday. Sometimes a Writer Wednesday was also included for information or to help other authors with promo– that will still be the case. I adore writing in all these categories, but for me three blog posts every week is a fast pace when my main goal is to write novels. Plus, Mythic Monday posts scarcely got their moment in the sun before Tuesday Tales posts took center stage. Because Tuesday Tales is a shared effort to produce WIP snippets based on writing prompts and pictures, I want to participate in that as often as possible. My solution for now is to weave Mythic Monday posts into a new designation called Fae Friday. Fridays will alternate between Fae and Vintage categories.

You will:
• have your fix of vintage / historical culture and curiosities. 
• still get all the mythical, magical, and mysterious tidbits about fairies, deities, astrology, gemstones, runes, tarot, and the like.

And I will:
• have more time to spend on my primary goal, novel writing.

Thank you for your support and please let me know how you like the new setup as we go along.

Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

Tuesday Tales: Writing Snow

Tuesday TalesTuesday Tales is a weekly blog featuring diverse authors who post excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. We’re a book hungry troop that enjoys reading as much as you do. Today our prompt is snow. We continue the story of Ivy and the new man in town, demon hunter Gavin. Of course her sisters are always central as well. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

When they paused outside Uncommon Scents, he cleared his throat. “Thank you for showing me around town. I’ll phone you tonight if I may.”

Her hand on the doorknob, she half-turned to him, surprised. “Won’t you come in and say hello to my sisters?”

Churning hazel eyes met hers, bringing a delicious shortness of breath. “Forgive me. I must get back to my hotel and prepare some things.”

Her lips softened. “Later then.”

“Please give them my regards.”

“I will.”

“But you’ll keep what we learned to yourself for now?”

“You mean not tell my sisters that Mrs. Jenkins has a haunted store window?”

“Exactly. Until I can further research the matter and we know for certain what we’re dealing with.”

“All right.” She made a zipping motion over her mouth and then blushed at the juvenile act.

He seemed not to notice. “Ivy, no slipping down to Mrs. Jenkins’ store without me, is that clear?”

“Loud and clear. I have no desire to pick at that demon.”

With a satisfied nod, he left her, stepping off the sidewalk and crossing the road toward where he had parked the car. A cloud obscured the afternoon sun, making the day seem farther along than it was.

Sighing audibly, she went inside. Rowena was nowhere to be seen, but Shale had a good rhythm going as she worked a pestle over fragrant leaves. “Hi, sis. Long tall sexy had enough small town vibes for today?”

Ivy plunked her crossover bag on top of the glass covered gemstone display and let her eyes scour the ceiling in response.

Shale frowned. “Well, are you seeing him tonight or what?”

She shrugged. “He said he’d call.”

“Then he will. He strikes me as sincere.”

“It’s not like that. He’s here on business. Apart from that he doesn’t know I exist.”

Shale rested the pestle on the green onyx mortar and her eyes rounded to incredulous. “Doesn’t know you exist? Don’t be a dim bulb. The man looks at you as if you just emerged from a John Waterhouse wading pool.”

She laughed despite herself. “You can’t snow me. He thinks I’m a child.”

Shale’s curls bounced as she shook her head. “No. He doesn’t. Maybe he’s concerned he’s a few years older than you, but believe me, he sees you as a woman fully grown. Or maybe a witchy nymph.” With a grin she tossed a pinch of fragrant oregano in her direction. “Begone ye sorceress who hath bespelled the great Sir Gavin, the honorable knight come lately to our castle abode.”

Ivy’s humor returned, as she gave into the sisterly play. “Waste our herbal store on knights and faux creatures, will you? I’ll see you in the moat for that, Lady.” She eased a bottle of water from her bag.

I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the word prompt snow. Thanks for stopping by. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

Tuesday Tales: Writing Christmas Window 2

dec2016-possible1Tuesday Tales is a weekly blog featuring diverse authors who post excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. We’re a story hungry troop that enjoys reading as much as you do. Today’s prompt is the picture of last week, and the snippet is a continuation from then. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

A shudder thudded up her spine at Gavin’s forbidding words. She had to force herself not to turn around toward the shadowy demon in the storefront window. She groaned. “For some reason I want to look–”

Before she could do more than tilt her head, Gavin had his arm around her shoulder, herding her toward a nearby seat. She pointed to another bench down by the fountain. It seemed a safe distance at the opposite end of the sidewalk. “L-let’s take that one.”

A couple of minutes later she half collapsed on the wooden slats.

“It’s an energy twitch.”

She glanced up in surprise. “What is?”

“Feeling compelled to look.” Lines appeared at the edges of his half smile. “Not to worry. No link was formed with the demon. I wouldn’t allow you to be harmed.”

She averted her eyes. “I know. B-but it wanted to? It was seeking someone?”

“Perhaps. Perhaps not. I’ve seen instances where dark energy is more mindless than sentient. Rather like trauma residue than an entity.”

She jerked up straight. “It had a face. I’ve just seen a demon in Mrs. Jenkins’ store, and you’re trying to placate me. Oh my God, Gavin, Mrs. Jenkins has a demon in her store.” She bit her lip at the edge of hysteria in her tone.

A shoulder squeeze steadied her. “I’m not placating you.” He held up his hand as if swearing, and his expression softened a fraction. “I think too much of you not to play straight, Ivy. I’ll have to examine the situation before I come to a definitive conclusion.”Tuesday Tales

“What can I do to help?”

His response came with no hesitation. “Go home.”

“The hell I will.”

QUESTION: There really is a face near the lower righthand corner of the picture. Can you see it? I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on Christmas window. Thanks for stopping by. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

Vintage Friday: Don’t Miss These Christmas Movies

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Oh yes, and the more heartwarming the better! My list of must sees does contain a couple of classics, but not the iconic It’s a Wonderful Life and Miracle on 34th Street. I love those two movies, but everybody knows about them, right? Here I’m pointing out some less acclaimed but still entertaining and worthwhile Christmas movies.

An American Christmas Carol starring Henry Winkler is Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol updated and set in the depression era. It made me think deeply and emotionally about the legacy we leave behind us when we depart from earth. It points out how where we are in life is based on the choice we make during each fertile moment. Our decisions either take us toward love and humanity or in a darker direction. Henry Winkler is amazing, and the scene that sticks in my mind is where he cries from his deepest despair, “I’m willing to make a change.”

A Christmas Wish stars Kristy Swanson as Martha Evans, a destitute mother of three small children. Deserted by her good for nothing husband, she sets off in search of a job, landing in a small snowy town and offered a waitressing gig in a run down cafe by the heart of gold owner, played by the exquisite Tess Harper. I love Tess Harper. The vulnerable and endearing little boy, Miles, is not biologically Martha’s but was born of the good for nothing.  K.C. Clyde and Edward Hermann are also engaging in supporting roles, as are the two little girls. Kristy Swanson is nothing short of amazing in this movie. Her wardrobe, including a sturdy woolen coat, is one befitting a woman with no money living in a town full of snowbanks, rather than the usual designer jacket that we are supposed to believe actually keeps a body warm. This is now one of my very favorite Christmas movies. It shows real life and has real heart, plus homemade root beer.

The Christmas List starring Mimi Rogers, Rob Stewart, and Stella Stevens is a fun romantic movie where the girl gets the guy and the ex gets a lap full of ice cream. The main character’s name is Melody Parris, befitting a woman known as “the nose” and able to differentiate among chic perfumes while blindfolded. The little boy whose mother passed away adds a down to earth element. My favorite part is where Melody wishes for, and gets, a pair of fuzzy pink slippers.

goodThe Nine Lives of Christmas on Hallmark stars Brandon Routh and Kimberley Sustad. One thing I really appreciate about the Hallmark Christmas movies is that actors in a supporting role today are likely to be in a starring role in a couple of years. Kimberley Sustad made an elegant sister for Arielle Kebbel in 2012’s A Bride for Christmas. In Nine Lives she comes across as more faceted and human, and fascinating to watch. She does a lot with her facial expressions and huge dark eyes. Brandon Routh who played in Superman Returns has a peppery voice that I find utterly irresistible. The other stars of the movie are two cats, one fluffy and one orange tabby. Marigold twitched her ears at them.

A Very Merry Mix Up on Hallmark starring Alicia Witt and Mark Wiebe startled me with a big surprise about halfway through, and I’m not giving away the spoiler. Suffice to say it’s one of those things where you lament, “Dang, why didn’t I think of that?”

PinktreeA Christmas Carol from 1951 stars Alastair Sim. Here’s a tip of the hat to a Christmas classic. This movie is perfection all the way around, and Sims is mesmerizing as the definitive Ebenezer Scrooge. My favorite scene is where he goes bananas and dances a jig in his room, frightening the housekeeper out of her wits. How he got his limbs to go so akimbo remains a mystery. My bias is that Alastair Sim bears a strong resemblance to my maternal grandfather.

Bell Book & Candle stars Kim Novak and Jimmy Stewart. Witches have Christmas wishes too, and Kim Novak portrays a stunning witch who casts a Christmas love spell with unexpected but delicious consequences.

National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation stars Chevy Chase and Beverly D’Angelo. I couldn’t leave out the Griswolds if I tried, and I don’t want to try. I enjoy the movie too much. Beverly D’Angelo is overly unsung as far as I’m concerned. I loved her work as a wildcat singer in Daddy’s Dyin’…Whose Got the Will? (I also loved the aforementioned Tess Harper in that.) Her vulnerability and comedic talent shine in Lampoon, and Chevy Chase is both hilarious and makes me want to pat him on the head. And let’s not forget the one of a kind Cousin Eddie, despite Randy Quaid’s resentment of the part.

The Christmas Card stars John Newton as a soldier on leave who falls for a good Samaritan woman who sent him a card in support of our troops overseas. She is played by Alice Evans. Ed Asner and Lois Nettleton almost steal the show as her parents, but the leading man and lady do make an allluring pair. Add all the sparkling snow and jingling sleigh rides and this movie is a heartwarming winner.BluetreeCROPPED

There you have a smattering of Christmas movies to brighten the season. So fill your little reindeer goblets with the spiked eggnog, lean close, and whisper me some secrets—what are your favorite Christmas movies?

Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance