Tuesday Tales: Writing Coat

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 coat. The excerpt is from a historical fantasy romance. Visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

The flame became a fire horse, its mane licking at her skin, searing her with its heat. She held on and rode the power. Nothing else mattered. She whirled around, slowly at first and then faster and faster until everything blurred. Energy rushed through the void in a frenzied dance.

Her lips opened, and song poured forth. Individual syllables flowed on a stream, and then shattered like glass into tiny particles, each containing the whole song. Darkness became light, blinding her with its glory. Light and song became one.

Her intent on Rhade, she rode the fire horse home.

She allowed time to compress again, and the sheer delight of the song and the experience expanded into ecstasy.

Another vortex opened, and the fabric of time swished toward her. She reached for it and was amazed to discern its individual atoms. Threads of all colors shimmered in her hands. She stopped, confused, as the vast array of choices overwhelmed her. Breathe. You can do this.

It was now or never. Her trembling fingers plucked on a thread of indigo sheen. Though gossamer, it hummed with power and vibrated as if attached to a great unseen force. Its energy flipped up tremendous waves, bucking her on a wild ride. As the tension cut into her fingers, she held on. To let go would mean the end of a dream and her life with Rhade.

Time bent and stretched, meandered and rushed, and then–there it was, the Emerald Coastline. Mother sea sloshed her froth onto the land, an offering of the goddess. Resa longed to be down there, feel the sea spray coat her body, the wet sand between her toes. Rhade’s body against her own.

Light filled her heart. Soon.

I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the word prompt coat. 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

Fae Friday: Secrets of Harvest Goddess Modron

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Name: Modron

Name meaning: Divine Mother

Home: Wales, Cotswolds, Cirencester, region of Hadrian’s Wall

Power: Harvest goddess, mother goddess, fertility deity, abundance, healing

Meaning: fruition of the harvest, the autumn equinox, equality of day and night / light and dark

Symbols: grain, nuts, leaves, acorns, wreaths, apples, grapes, wine, gourds, cornucopia, marigolds

Folk customs: harvest celebrations, forest rituals, making burial offerings of apples, wine making, baking pumpkin pies, bundling stalks and rushes into brooms and figures

Color correspondences: yellow, orange

Elements: water, earth

Crystals: citrine, yellow jasper, orange calcite, yellow jade, yellow topaz

Incense: myrrh, jasmine, patchouli, cinnamon

Astrological sign: Libra

Tarot: The Empress

Sources: Arthurian tales such as Culhwch & Olwen

Family: son Madon who was stolen from her, son and daughter Owain and Morfudd by Urien Rheged, father Afallach god of the underworld or otherworld 

Three Goddesses, Roman high relief sculpture

By Tony Grist (Photographer’s own files) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Affinity goddesses: Rhiannon, Epona, Matrona, Morgan le Fay, Modron was also part of a trinity of goddesses called the Deae Matres

I hope you enjoyed our nod to the harvest goddess Modron. I think we’re getting into her mood at this time. Autumn Equinox blessings to you and yours!

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

 

Tuesday Tales: Writing Crush

It’s good to be back with Tuesday Tales, after the stress and aftermath of Hurricane Irma. 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 word prompt is crush. The excerpt is from a paranormal fantasy romance. Visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

Realization settled like a stone in her belly. She was in the hands of the dreaded Firbolg, mortal enemies of her lineage, the Tuath. She had to figure a way out of this predicament.

Her stomach roiled from nerves and the rough trip Rhade insisted was necessary to escape the enemy. Without warning, he swung her from the mount and leapt down beside her, still clasping her arm. Shouts pierced the air. Their two escorts reacted with urgency, unsheathing their weapons and rushing toward the din.

Rhade hauled her up an incline toward a row of large rounded boulders and shoved her through a crevice and into a tight, enclosed space, landing on top of her. “They could not have seen you. You’re safe for the moment.”

Breathing was hard with his weight atop her. She pushed up at him as best she could, but her wrists were still tied together. She scrubbed the cloth from between her lips, and managed a hoarse whisper. “Damn you, barbarian. Get off. Are you trying to crush me? Who’s after you now? The Tuath?”

Grunting, he shifted his muscular form and maneuvered to the narrow crevice, peering through. “It’s the Fomor, not the Tuath, damn your eyes. Didn’t you hear their war cry? I’ve a good mind to toss you out to them.”

Her heart thudded. “You said I was safe.”

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“Your wagging tongue makes me reconsider.”

“You have no reason to fear me. I’m not the priestess you think I am.”

He snarled. “I fear no one.”

“There’s no reason to hate me either.”

Blue eyes flashed. “Have you forgotten I saw you at the battle of Boyne?  Face of an angel, heart of obsidian. Your lies won’t work on me.” His voice hardened. “And don’t try any magic either, if you want to live another day.”

His words swirled around her like strums of music. He thought she would use magic on him? Human manipulation was against all she had been taught. Her lips parted, and her gaze narrowed, sorting out possibilities. Damn right she would. She just had to figure out how.

I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the word prompt crush. 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

Fae Friday: Rune of the Day – #Eihwaz

As we prepared to bug out in the face of the monstrous Hurricane Irma last weekend, I drew a rune to gain insight into what lay ahead. My feeling or “knowing” was that all would be well with our family and our homes, despite the ferocity of the storm threat. I also perceived the huge, old oak in my yard as protector, despite its age and comments by others. Julian of Norwich’s words served as a mantra: All is well, all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.

The rune I drew supported my favorable feeling, as the Snickerdoodles, family, and I left for shelter, stressed but together, on task, and optimistic. Here is my “rune thinking” and the process:

I close my eyes and ask Spirit for guidance, for a message. What do I need to know at this time as we prepare to seek safety for the Snickerdoodles and ourselves with devastating Hurricane Irma rushing toward us here in Florida? From my bag of amethyst runes, I draw forth a single stone. I listen with open mind and heart.

I draw Eihwaz. Its shape is that of an indwelling, withdrawn, squinched up S. Part of the traditional Germanic Futhark or runic alphabet, it is one of the eight runes under the patronage of the weather god Hagal.

Eihwaz indicates a posture of defense and warding off danger. To me, the old oak tree in my yard sets a tone that wards off negativity. The power involved with Eihwaz has to do with averting peril. Things can be difficult, and there is inconvenience and discomfort. You should look forward, prepare, and seek calm. You should tend to business and set your house in order, according to rune master Ralph Blum.

Blum indicates that decide is a keyword with this rune, Eihwaz. It resonated with me because I had moved into centeredness and allowed myself to decide that all would be well. We had done our part, physically securing our homes as best we could, packing food, medicine, and essentials that may be needed, helping others as the occasion was presented. The rest of the story, the outcome, and how it would come about, was up to Spirit.

If only we could wrap up the world and all the people in Eihwaz.

I wish you good fortune, robust health, and many blessings as fall approaches. Thank you for being part of my trek and sharing yours. Stay spirited!

I hope you enjoyed our look at Eihwaz, the Rune of the Day. What brings you strength in times of stress and disturbance?

More: The Book of Runes by Ralph Blum

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

Monstrous Hurricane Irma on the Warpath

With vicious Hurricane Irma bearing down on my home state of Florida, my thoughts turn to good wishes and prayers for the safety of all in her path. The islands along her way were devastated. When she leaves Florida, other states will feel the remnants of her wrath. Wider than the state, this is the largest and most determined hurricane we have seen, and we’ve seen many here in Florida. She seems to have picked a path and is sticking with it. The current eye track leads right over my town.

We have spent the last few days preparing as best we can. We’re all in a similar situation, hoping for the best and preparing for the worst. Stores keep running out of gas, water, and bread. Tempers can be short, but compassion wins out in the end most times.

In Florida 5.6 million people were asked to evacuate. That doesn’t always mean leave Florida. Many times it means seek higher ground. However, out of necessity thousands of folks are on the slow treadmill of the roads heading north, and my heart goes out to them. 

Special thanks to the weather people to whom we are glued, in particular for me, Paul Dellegatto of Fox Channel 13. My husband and I watched him since he started back in the old Roy Leep days, and I know we can count on Paul to keep us straight. Don’t you feel better just looking at the face of your longtime weatherman?

A big thanks to all the emergency personnel, including my son and daughter-in-law. You are out there working to keep people safe, as you do every day. Hopefully, the Snickerdoodles can look on this as an somewhat of an adventure, as my son did when he was a kid and I did as a small child during Hurricane Donna.

Prayers for all, and thanks my dear friends for your good thoughts. Once the sunshine returns, it will be time for a wine party!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

New Release: Shadows of the Past #paranormal #historical

                     Shadows of the Past

               by Carmen Stefanescu

This is a re-release by the marvelous author, Carmen Stefanescu. Now with a new publisher, the book has a fabulous new cover as well. I enjoyed this story tremendously, and I know you will, too.

Publisher: Solstice Publishing

Genre: paranormal/light romance/light historical/light horror.

Blurb:

Anne’s relationship with her boyfriend Neil has disintegrated. After a two-year separation, they pack for a week vacation in hopes of reconciling. But fate has other plans for them.

The discovery of a bejeweled cross and ancient human bones opens a door to a new and frightening world–one where the ghost of a medieval nun named Genevieve will not let Anne rest. This new world threatens not only to ruin Anne and Neil’s vacation but to end all hopes of reconciliation as Anne feels compelled to help free Genevieve’s soul from its torment.

Can Anne save her relationship and help Genevieve find her eternal rest?

A touching, compelling story of tragedy, loss and the power of endless love and good magic.

The twists and turns in this paranormal tale keep the reader guessing up to the end and weave themselves together into a quest to rekindle love.

Buy Shadows of the Past

About the Author: 

Carmen Stefanescu resides in Romania, the native country of the infamous vampire Count Dracula where, for about 50 years of communist dictatorship, just speaking about God, faith, reincarnation or paranormal phenomena could have led someone to great trouble – the psychiatric hospital if not to prison.

High-school teacher of English and German in her native country, and mother of two daughters, Carmen Stefanescu survived the grim years of oppression by escaping in a parallel world, that of the books. Reading was, is and will always be her greatest hobby.

The fall of the Ceausescu’s regime in 1989, and the opening of the country to the world meant a new beginning for her. She started publishing. Poems first, and then prose. Both in English.

She likes to blend genres and thus she writes paranormal stories with a smidgen of mystery, history and romance. The reader will find suspense, dark themes, adventure, danger as well as sweet revenge. She calls her stories “gothic” romance. Her writing focuses on rebirth, past life regression, karmic retribution.

Carmen joined the volunteer staff at Marketing For Romance Writers Author blog and is the coordinator of #Thursday13 posts.

Connect with Carmen Stefanescu:

Blog | Simplesite | Twitter | Pinterest | Facebook | Goodreads | Google+

Amazon Author Page | Cold Coffee Cafe

Other books by Carmen Stefanescu:

Till Life Do Us Part
Dracula’s Mistress
Dracula’s Prodigy

Fae Friday: Amazing Penthesileia

Penthesilea as one of the Nine Female Worthie

Penthesilea By Medieval unknow author (Bibliothèque nationale de France – Banque d’images) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

All hail the Amazon Queen, Penthesileia, brave participant in the Trojan War.

 

All these to battle fared with warrior-souled

     Penthesileia: even as when descends

     Dawn from Olympus’ crest of adamant,

     Dawn, heart-exultant in her radiant steeds

     Amidst the bright-haired Hours; and o’er them all,

     How flawless-fair soever these may be,

     Her splendour of beauty glows pre-eminent;

     So peerless amid all the Amazons Unto

     Troy-town Penthesileia came.

from The Fall of Troy

 

Penthesileia has always been fascinating to me. Who are your favorites from the Trojan War?

 

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

Tuesday Tales: Writing Bean

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 bean. My excerpt is from a new contemporary romance. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

Her lips trembled, despite an effort to control her reactions. She held out the amulet. “This is on you. If anything happens to my brother…”

A warm hand squeezed hers. “Nothing will. The plan is in motion. All has been taken care of.”

She jerked away. “That’s how you manage everything, isn’t it? It’s got to be your way or no way.”

His jaw tightened. “What would you have me do? Allow you to proceed with sneaking onto the damn yacht? Sternin would grab the necklace and toss you and your brother overboard before you could blink.”

“You don’t know that.”

A brow lifted. “I know exactly how he operates. He’s a dangerous sonofabitch, and I’ll not let you anywhere near him.”

“It’s none of your business. The amulet doesn’t belong to you. Why are you butting in?”

 “It became my business when you tried to steal it from a friend of mine.”

The way his voice chilled made her temper flare. “Your lover, you mean.”

He looked unperturbed. “No, I mean a friend. The other is long past. In fact it was over almost before it began. I’ll not see a friend hurt, though, if I can prevent it.”

“Like me?”

“We were friends once, too, remember? You’ve got to trust me, Lissa.” His finger traced around her chin, and a faint scent of lime met her nostrils. “You used to. Can’t you do that now?”

She met his eyes. The funny thing was, she did. Despite everything, she knew he’d do his best to save her brother from Sternin. A breeze coming in from the harbor ruffled his usually immaculate hair. It made her want to reach up and touch it, and she had to clench her hands to her sides. “All right. But I have to know the details. How are you planning to keep the amulet safe while we pass off the fake one?”

A half chuckle escaped his lips. “Well, it’s not by hiring Mr. Bean to guard it.”

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

 

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

 

Book Review: Dracula’s Mistress

 5 STARS FOR DRACULA’S MISTRESS

 

Author – Carmen Stefanescu

First Published – 2017

Genre – Historical fiction

SubGenre – Romantic elements, paranormal elements

Setting – 15th century Walachia (Romania) at the time of Vlad the Impaler

Heroine – Angela

Hero – Vlad the Impaler, ruler of Walachia

Major Theme – Love survives violence, intrigue, chaos, politics, and power struggles.

Descriptors – dark and suspenseful, brooding with betrayals and deep emotion, exquisitely textured historical tapestry

Memorable Supporting Character – Angela’s cold and calculating mother gives the reader chills.

Fun Tidbit – The lead male character is Vlad the Impaler, the historical basis of the Dracula legend.

Memorable Line – All present bowed deeply as if felled by the harvester’s scythe.

Memorable Line – Darkness settled its heavy wings over the castle.

Chosen Book of the week on Goodreads MFRW! This books is a must read! 

Buy Dracula’s Mistress

Buy Dracula’s Prodigy

 

Author Website

 

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

Cover Reveal by Ellie Mack

Roxy Sings the Blues by Ellie Mack

Blurb:

Scars tell the story of a past. Roxy’s scars aren’t visible but they have carved her deeply and the pain they caused pours out through her music. If facing an uncertain future after losing her mother wasn’t enough, a failed relationship from the past returns to wreak havoc. Just when she was trying to build a new life for herself, the troublemaking ex Devon drags her into danger. Roxy sits in the spotlight of a pivotal investigation. Detective Devon Miller is hot on the case and stirring the embers of forbidden fires. 

Will Roxy hit the right note to help her old flame solve the case in time or will she be left singing the blues?

 

The book will be released September 14th. You can preorder here!

Look at this stunning cover!

 

Excerpt:

One phone call can change your life forever.

I’ve heard it said many times and I get it. If you are a ball player waiting for that call to the majors or if you are waiting for the call that you got that job you were hoping to land. I always thought however, that most people are just being overly dramatic and using that as a cliché’ statement.

What if you didn’t get this job, but instead got a call from a different company that ended up being a better job? What if, as a ball player you never get called to the majors but stayed in the minor leagues and ended up being a top-notch coach? What if that call was the worst thing that could happen?

It’s always been my view that there are multiple paths that our lives could take. There are numerous opportunities presented to us and that one phone call bit was a bunch of hogwash.

Until today.

Until I received the phone call that without a doubt, changed my life forever.

 

Excerpt:

“Detective Miller, Detective Alvarez.”

Devon Miller nodded in acknowledgement. He hated these calls. He hated seeing veterans in the homeless shelter. It never made sense to him. “What have we got?”

“Two males. Looks like meth heads, but we need to find out what is going on. This is the fourth time this month that homeless guys have shown up dead. I am putting you two on the case. Check with Dickerson in narcotics, see if he has any leads.” Seargent Brenner stood, flipping the body bag back over the victim’s face. “I want to know what they are taking, who they are buying from, what the cause of death was. I want a full tox screen and have Simmons report anything out of the order. Anything! Talk to some of the regulars at the shelter up the street.” He tucked his hands into the pockets of his black leather jacket, eyes downcast to the ground. Hesitating as if he wanted to add something more, but then changing his mind. He added, “I want reports on my desk in the morning.”

Devon watched him walk away before bending to examine the body. He reached for a discarded straw in the pile of trash that the first body lay in. Using the straw, he opened the vics mouth, checking for missing teeth, foaming, anything. “Still got his teeth. That’s something.”

Alvarez stood with his hands shoved into his jacket. “This kid is too young to be here.”  He bent swiping the hair out of the eyes of the second body. “Both of them are. I’d lay odds that test results are going to be the same as the last guys. I think our best bet is going to be Dickerson. See if he knows who’s dealing the designer drugs down here and find out how bums can afford it.”

 

Author Bio:

Ellie Mack received her BS in cartography from Southeast Missouri State University. Since leaving the corporate world for the title of MOM, she has pursued her writing dreams. Nowadays Ellie charts unmapped territory through her fiction and humor writing. Formerly a columnist for a local paper, her weekly column received a lot of attention. She lives near St. Louis, MO with her husband of 32 years and their college aged daughters. When she’s not writing she can be found bullet journaling, crocheting, or cooking.

 

You can find her musings on her blog: https://quotidiandose.wordpress.com

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OTHER BOOKS BY ELLIE MACK:

Red Wine & Roses

Quotidiandose: 30 Days of Sass