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Tuesday Tales: Writing Business

Welcome to Tuesday Tales, 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 word prompt is business. The excerpt is from a dark fantasy romance. Visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

 

An icy claw clenched her stomach.

What kind of crappy business had Atropos stuck her with? She was sick and tired of being given the bull crap jobs, while her three half-sisters lounged beachside, sipping mojitos, sandwiched between thong attired, ripped cabana boys. Well, that was how she imagined them anyway. It wasn’t like she received weekend invites.

Still, all they had to do was spin, measure, and cut. She had no job description aside from “as needed.” That meant she landed all the off the wall assignments in arcane hell holes she couldn’t even talk about later.

The snarling jaws of the lion head snapped her way, missing her forearm by an inch. She jumped back out of reach and steadied the revolver. She had always pictured Lamassus as serene and wise. A mixture of human and animal, often lion, bull, and winged creature, they guarded cities and palaces for councils and crowns. Set before the entrance to a dark region of the Underworld, this one displayed perverse tendencies. Its three heads were eagle, lion, and giant snake, all savage, and all determined to feast on her flesh. The apparent astral rope binding would not protect her if she stumbled too close.

“Are the bullets magic charged?”

At the sound of the gravelly voice, her chest tightened. She sank to one knee and peered around, but the Lamassu blocked out a major portion of the 360.

“If not, they’ll wound but won’t kill.”

The gun felt so good in her hand, too. Damn it! “I used my stash on rum soaked ghouls.”

“Too bad. Well, you might try a distraction.”

“Who the hell are you, and where?”

A cackle shot out. “I’m the least of your worries.”

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I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the word prompt business. Thanks for stopping by. Make sure to visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

 

 

 

 

Tuesday Tales: Picture Prompt 5-19-2015

Tuesday Tales is a weekly blog featuring diverse authors who post excerpts from their WIPs based on word and picture prompts. Today’s prompt is the above picture, and the snippet is from a work in progress temporarily called Soul Double. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

The heat emanating from his body licked at her skin like a thousand flaming tongues. Even if she hadn’t seen the granite build, sensed the lightning reflexes, honed in battles whose names he had probably long forgotten. If she hadn’t noticed the tortured expression lining his hazel eyes, of a man who had seen too much, and handled more. If she hadn’t heard in the music of his blood the after tones of countless other warriors. It pounded at her with its jungle beat, daring her to touch the damaged man encasing so much chaos. Even if she had not seen and felt all that, she still would have known him.

There was no mistaking the signature swirls of gold and red in his immense billowing aura.Nephthys

There was no other man authorized to display the shining blue green scales of the Colchian dragon, now disguised as an upper arm tattoo.

The god of war had just entered her little seaside tiki hut and plopped his leather clad rump onto a barstool.

She frowned. Was he sauced? She sauntered over and placed a menu in front of him.

He blinked at the print several times as if trying to focus, and then pushed it to one side. “Bring me a double jack and a plate of bacon and eggs.”

“The jack is no problem, but we only serve chips and nuts.”

“No bacon and eggs?”

She shook her head. “Afraid not. I’ll be right back with your drink.” She turned to go. 

He touched her arm with a forefinger, and a tingle of electricity rippled over her skin. “Is there something else?”

“Forget the whiskey. A man’s soul can be dark as pitch. I’ll have coffee.” His mouth crinkled into a slight smile. “You have coffee here?”

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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Paranormal Fantasy Romance

When the Cat’s Away: Demoness Dreams Tour

4-2015Marigold holds down the fort while I’m cyber touring with Demoness Dreams the rest of the week. She likes having the tv remote to herself so she can flick on one of the cartoon channels. Just between us, I think she has a little crush on that rapscallion Top Cat.

Today I’m at the fabulous Mae Clair’s! Mae is a talented author and wonderful person. Pop over and say howdy. 

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Paranormal Fantasy Romance 

Tuesday Tales: Twenty by Flossie Benton Rogers

NephthysTuesday Tales is a weekly blog featuring diverse authors who post excerpts from their WIPs based on word and picture prompts. Today’s prompt is twenty, and the snippet is from a work in progress temporarily called Soul Double. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

She stumbled back out of reach of snarling jaws and long clawed foot pads the size of ceiling fans, held the revolver at the ready despite trembling fingers, and sank to one knee. Getting her bearings was not easy with the unrelenting ferocity directed at her. Casting a small but brilliant pen light over the huge beast, she took account of the hybrid creature’s improbable appearance. Her inclination was to call it a hellhound, but the word was woefully inadequate. The three massive heads resembled those of dogs, if the Baskerville hound had mated with—hmm—a rhinoceros perhaps.

As for the creature’s body, there she drew the line. It was covered with hissing vipers that seemed to be an integral part of the beast’s hide.

Only one thing made her want to stay on bended knee and sing praises to the Goddess. The astral rope holding the monster appeared strong and well-wrought. As long as she maintained her distance, it couldn’t attack.

Of course, with such an oversized and savage guard, neither could she get past it into the entrance of the warriors’ enclave where she needed to go.

She stood and stretched her spine to reach her full 5’3”. “Hey, beastie, I don’t want to spit lead into your three thick skulls, but you need to move out of my way.”

Her dulcet tones appeared to disturb the uber hellhound, and its thunderous roars revved up another few decibels.

“One will get you twenty no lead pusher will do you a gol durn bit of good.”

Her chest tightened at the unexpected sound of the gravelly voice. “Who’s there?”

An older man’s scrawny head bobbled up behind the beast. He must be just inside the cavernous entrance. “See me now?” The last word rose in pitch as he jumped up again.

“Yes—or at least I did for a second. Oomph!” She jerked backward. While speaking she had wavered too close to the enraged hellhound.

“Watch the corners. The middle head is the least likely to chow down on an intruder.”

“Why did you say a gun won’t do any good? Is the magic on the beast so strong that nothing can kill it?”

“Spatter one ugly pate and another sprouts right up.”

A faint memory niggled in her mind about such a mythical creature. Maybe she should have paid more attention to Atropos’ longwinded classroom diatribes instead of focusing on the more practical Wytchfae applications such as weaponry and dimensional travel. “I need to get inside the cave. Lives depend on it. Can you help me subdue this monster?”

“Afeared not, missy. If lives depend on getting the best of ole six eyes here, you’d best call for the gravedigger.”

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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Paranormal Fantasy Romance

When the Cat’s Away 5-6-2015

1-5-2015WOW Release Day for Demoness Dreams – Wytchfae 6 was just two days ago. I’ll be celebrating all month in various ways. Today, Marigold is manning the fort here while I’m visiting over at Jamallah Bergman’s blog answering interview questions! Please hop over and visit me at Jamallah’s Stories of Love.

Tuesday Tales: Sandwich by Flossie Benton Rogers

NephthysTuesday Tales is a weekly blog featuring diverse authors who post excerpts from their WIPs based on word and picture prompts. Today’s prompt is sandwich, and the snippet is from a work in progress temporarily called Soul Double. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

Threatening growls rumbled low in the darkness. She stumbled back a step, envisioning the dripping jaws of one of the hellhounds purported to guard the warrior’s enclave in the Underworld. A bramble pricked the soft flesh on the side of her hand. She squeezed off a spate of profanity that threated to spill from her vitamin E enriched lips. What had possessed her to slather on the Blackberry Babe lip gloss for a jaunt to hell?

Edging around the thorny bushes, she encountered a tall obelisk. The cold stone echoed the stillness of eternity under the warmth of her searching palms. In the darkness she couldn’t make out the inscription on it. Her pen light would only draw attention to her intrusion into the outskirts of the Underworld. The marker probably commemorated some ancient battle or other. How the God of War kept up with all the endless skirmishes was beyond her. Thank the goddess she hadn’t been tapped for that particular job.

No, all she had to do was rescue said god from the mutinous minions that had taken him prisoner.

And reunite him with his lost powers so he could corral the zombie like creatures before they managed to escape quarantine and overrun the earth world.

No pressure there.

As she rounded the obelisk, the warning growls grew louder and more raucous. A hellhound had nothing on her. In her current mood, she just might emit a few well-chosen snarls herself.

She veered left toward the spot marked X on the map she followed. Its high quality velum and blood infused gold ink notwithstanding, she had stuffed it into a pocket of her cargo pants, along with the low carb power bar she’d only got to taste. By the time this ordeal was over, puny power bar be damned. She’d be ready for fries, a thick steak, and a double shot of bourbon.

Sharp teeth grazed her booted foot, and she kicked out at the source of the attack. A high pitched yelp echoed in the cavernous space and sent chill bumps skittering over her skin. Growls mixed with enraged barks had her scurrying back a few steps, and she whipped out her revolver. Nothing jumped on top of her. She slipped the pen light from her pocket. Shining it toward the blood curdling sounds, some of her mustered bravado oozed out into a feckless puddle.

It was a three-headed hellhound all right, but not exactly what she’d been expecting. First, it was quite a bit taller than her five foot three. Second, its girth extended to elephant width.

No kidding—she had never imagined she’d have to fight or outwit an elephant sized hellhound.

An icy claw clenched her stomach.

What kind of crappy business had Atropos stuck her with? She was sick and tired of being given all the bullshit jobs, while her three half-sisters lounged in their luxury quarters, sandwiched between thong attired, ripped cabana boys. All those lazy cupcakes had to do was spin and cut, and spend their time sipping chocolate mojitos and munching salt and vinegar chips.

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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Paranormal Fantasy Romance

Vintage Friday: Pancakes Even a Viking Would Rave About

PancakesIn Demoness Dreams – Wytchfae 6, the hero Bane Heughar—also known as Odin’s Warrior—orders pancakes when he has breakfast with heroine Neva Jaxony the first time. Today for Vintage Friday we honor our courageous, sexy hero Bane with some Norse inspired pancake recipes.

Rummerbrod

Ingredients: 1 cup of cold mashed potatoes, 2 tablespoons of sugar, a pinch of salt, 1 cup of sour cream, flour as needed.

Directions: Mix ingredients. Add enough flour to make a soft dough that you can roll out in thin rounds. Cook them on a griddle. They may also be baked in the oven. Cut each round in wedges. Butter them and roll them up like a cone to serve. These are also delicious if sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar after you butter them.

Vafler

Ingredients: 1 pint of sour cream, 4 teaspoons of melted butter, 3 cups of flour, ½ cup of water.

Directions: Beat cream until it is stiff and add the other ingredients gradually, while beating. Cook by spooning onto a waffle iron or griddle. These are traditionally rolled around a piece of ham to be served. They are also delicious sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar.

Lefse

Ingredients: 5 cups of hot mashed potatoes, 3 tablespoons of butter, 3/4 teaspoon of salt, ½ cup of cream, 2 cups of flour.

Directions: Add cream, salt, and butter to hot mashed potatoes. Set aside and let it cool. Add flour to make a soft dough that you can roll out—the amount is approximately 2 cups, but use what is needed. Cut dough into 16 equal parts. Bake these on the top of the stove or with a special lefse baker.

How do you like to eat pancakes and waffles? Do you prefer them with syrup, fruit, or with some other topping? 

Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Paranormal Fantasy Romance

Hump Day Hook 1/29/14

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How exciting to resume the Hump Day Hook blog project, where a number of talented authors post one paragraph from a published novel or WIP. It is such fun to read everyone’s work. Our intrepid organizer, Kerrianne Coombes, scheduled this week’s excerpt to be an action sequence. My selection is from Mind Your Goddess – Wytchfae 3. In the fae dimension parallel to ours, petitioners wait their turn to ask the goddess Epona for help at her dark of the moon ritual. All seems routine with the supplications until the unexpected happens:

“The heat of the blast of negative energy swooped past Epona, searing her skin. She rolled to one side, losing her grip on the dagger. The fireball hit a table, and the impact shattered an array of crystals.” 

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