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Tuesday Tales: Writing Truck

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 dedicated group that enjoys reading as much as you do. Today our secret word is truck. My snippet is from a light paranormal set in the 1950s. The heroine works hard to make a living in her restaurant and raise her little daughter while awaiting the return of her husband from the Korean War. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

 

The iron pan of biscuits slid squarely into the center of the hot oven. Laura eased the door closed just as Nita came rushing in from the public space of the restaurant. Her round face beet red, she spluttered words in a hissing tone likely meant to pass as a whisper.

Laura straightened and whipped a kitchen towel up over her shoulder.

The hissing again, but this time discernable. “Doris Killingham! She’s right behind—”

The town’s imperious guide for all matters philanthropic and social waltzed into the long narrow room, having extended one beige gloved forefinger to allow passage through the swinging door. Her puce flowered dress and matching hat and handbag overpowered the lowly atmosphere of the well worked kitchen.

“How may I help you, Mrs. Killingham?” From the corner of her eye she saw Nita edge her way out to the customers. Chicken.

“You can tell me what my son was doing here alone with you last night.”

A fiery feeling warmed her throat, causing her words to come out rather stronger than she intended. “Why don’t you ask Wade why he stormed in here?”

“He’s still abed. The poor boy doesn’t sleep well. I’m on my way to prayer meeting and have no time for your nonsense. Why was he raising a ruckus?”

An exasperated sigh escaped her. “He said he wanted to voice his objection to my consulting with Miz Sarey.”

“Consulting with Miz Sarey? You mean about your husband?”

“Of course about my husband. I’m worried sick. Besides, almost everyone in town gets a palm read at one time or another. Haven’t you?”

The woman huffed. “Certainly not. I have no truck with fortune telling and the like.”

She folded the kitchen towel very carefully, ironing it with the side of her hand. “Miz Sarey uses her sight to help those in need.”

“I suppose you made payment for that bit of foolishness?”

“Excuse me, Mrs. Killingham, I know you mean well, but why is this your concern?”

“Two reasons, Laura Scott. One, as a business owner you have a responsibility to set an example and not go traipsing out on a devil’s errand. Two, just because your husband is off at war gives you no right to go spreading your scarlet nails into my boy.”

Those nails pressed into Laura’s two palms as she sought to contain her temper. “Wade and my Jeffrey are old school friends. He’s worried about his friend and trying to do right by him, granted in a heavy handed manner. It’s none of his business what I do. I told him that, and by damn, I’m telling you, too.”

“Well, try and provide a little proper guidance for some people!”

 

I hope you enjoyed my take on truck. 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 Orange Decor

 

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 dedicated group that enjoys reading as much as you do. Today our prompt is the picture above featuring elements of orange decor. My snippet is from a dark fantasy romance about a heroine and hero who fight against nefarious traffickers. After reading it please make sure to visit the other talented authors at Tuesday Tales.

 

If she hadn’t realized it before, she did now. Rhade was one hot red blooded male.

A male with the scent of deep woods lingering about him. She breathed him in and filled her eyes with the sight of him. At over six feet and solid framed, he took up a large portion of the sitting room. The jeans and blue checked shirt made him look more accessible and even more appealing, if that were possible. Muscular forearms rippled from beneath rolled up sleeves, and her breath warbled as she noted his bare feet. Hadn’t she put socks in the bathroom?

Her nerves on edge, she clutched one of the orange chevron pillows that served as an attempt at autumn décor. “We may as well make ourselves comfortable while we wait on Roy. Like a beer?”

His lips twitched into a grin. “Wouldn’t say no to a cold one.”

In the kitchen she filled a tray with not only beer but also crackers, cheese, and some crunchy trail mix with M & Ms tucked in. She had an idea that rare steak would be more his style, but this would have to do for now.

“Here we go. I thought a snack might tide us over. Help yourself.”

After a long swallow from the tall necked bottle, he dug into the cheese and trail mix with obvious interest. “Do you think Roy has the information we need?”

“He mentioned Stella and the other familiars on the phone, so he knows something all right. It’s a matter of dragging it out of him.”

A dangerous gleam appeared in his eyes. “Not to worry. I can make him talk.”

“If it comes to that, yes, and I’ll hold you to it. But first we need to see if he’s naturally on our side.” At his doubtful expression, she hurried on. “It is possible, you know.”

“Possible, but not likely.”

“I know. I’d like to avoid another confrontation if we can.” She got caught up in the sight of a dimple that appeared now and then as he talked and munched on trail mix. She had never seen him in a relaxed setting, and to say he disturbed her was an understatement.

He pushed water darkened hair off his forehead and met her bemused stare head on. “If you keep on looking at me like that, I’ll be forced to take up where we left off last night.”

The huskiness of his voice caused a ripple of pure pleasure. Then she realized what he’d said, and stopped breathing.

He reached out and sifted through a lock of her hair. “It’s like rubied gold.” He came closer, and his mouth brushed against hers.

Loud knocking sounded at the door. 

 

I hope you enjoyed my snippet based on the picture prompt of a room with orange elements of decor. 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 Chain

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 dedicated group that enjoys reading as much as you do. Today our key word is chain. My snippet is from a light paranormal set in the 1950s.

The heroine works hard to make a living in her restaurant and raise her little daughter, while awaiting the return of her husband from the Korean War. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

 

Gripping the handle with both hands, she managed to lift the metal bucket only a couple of inches off the floor. It took a combination of sliding and lifting to maneuver it out the back door. She plunged the stringy mop into the water and then rung it out, propping it upside down against the wall. She kicked the bucket over onto the sand and jumped aside as some of the dirty suds streamed back toward her. Once it was empty, the outside spigot allowed for a thorough rinse, and she turned the bucket over to dry.

She rolled her shoulders. They ached pretty bad tonight. Maybe liniment would help, if she could reach the right spot with it and didn’t mind smelling like turpentine. Jeff was an angel at back massages. She missed his warm healing touch. She sank onto the bench and leaned back. The fan should dry the floor before long, and she could finally collapse into bed. Meantime, she’d close her eyes a minute.

A gravelly voice penetrated her respite. “Evening, Missus.”

Her eyes flew open. “Spur! My goodness, what are you doing back here in the dark?”

He indicated the narrow dirt road running behind the row of businesses. “Just on my evenin’ constitutional. Sorry if I startled you.”

Her lips curved in a smile. She had a soft spot for the old codger. “It’s all right. I’m waiting for the floor to dry.”

“What’s this?” He bent to pick up a trifold paper and handed it to her. “Letter from the mister?”

She took it with a sigh. “Fell out of my apron pocket I guess. No, it’s one of those idiotic chain letters. Seems to be the rage these days. This one’s from a third cousin I haven’t seen in years.”

A scowl crunched his eyebrows together. “Never heard of a chain letter. What’s it for?”

“Just stuff and nonsense. It says I have to pass on this rhyme to five people or bad luck will come. I meant to throw it away.”

“We don’t need bad luck at all, none of us, do we, Missus?”

Silence stretched over several beats. “No.”

“I’ll be on my way, Missus.” He tipped a nonexistent hat or gave a half salute, she couldn’t be sure, and ambled off.

Preoccupied, she muttered a farewell. Unfolding the paper, she reread the verse.

This comes with hope from me to you.
Five friends to seek for wishes true.
Good luck and fortune if you send you do.
Otherwise ill, and tidings blue.

Five friends. Spur was right. She didn’t need any bad luck.

 

I hope you enjoyed my take on chain. 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: Taming the Lyon

5 STARS FOR TAMING THE LYON

It is my pleasure to share with you this thrilling, suspenseful historical romance by Loretta C. Rogers. The hero is delicious. The story is riveting. You can’t put it down!

Author – Loretta C. Rogers 

First Published – 2017

Genre – Historical Romance

Setting – Africa, around 1910

Heroine – Dr. Margaret Boynton, recently widowed Englishwoman who undertakes to practice her medical skills in Africa. She is feisty and determined.

Hero – Jeremiah Lyon, hunter and safari guide charged with Margaret’s safety during the dangerous journey to the Angel of Mercy Medical Compound. He is enigmatic and alluring.

Villain – The sinister leader of a secret society of cannibals

Major Theme – Love wins over inner demons, danger, heartbreak, loss, illness, fear, and death.

Descriptors – suspense, danger, adventure, mystery

Favorite Supporting Character – M’pika, Lyon’s blood brother and best friend

Fun Tidbit – In the back of the book is a section of Swahili words, including:simba / lion, timbo / elephant. There is also an excellent discussion list for use by book clubs.

Memorable Line – Warning by boat captain when Margaret leans too far over the side of the boat to peer at a riverbank of crocodiles: “They are particularly fond of English meat.”

Buy Taming the Lyon

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

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

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

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

 

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: Writing Rain

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 picture prompt is rain. My excerpt is from one of my books in progress, Hannah’s Haint, a vintage paranormal romance set in a small town in the 1950s.  Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

Branches rustled as a breeze kicked up. Thunder rumbled and rolled from the west.

“Storm’s moving in.” He kept his voice low. Her ear was next to his lips, the way she had nestled against him. Plus, sounds carried in the night, especially in a small town. The last thing he wanted was for her to pay some kind of penalty for spending time with him on the porch after ten at night. “Do you smell the rain, Hannah?”

She murmured in languid agreement.

Fast moving clouds blotted out the moon.

She straightened, peering out into the darkness. “Our full moon’s gone.”

He wanted to banish the disappointment from her tone and keep her beside him as long as possible. “Just during the squall. Do you like Florida thunderstorms?”

His heart picked up speed as she leaned back against him, nodding. “Yes, I love them. They soothe me, as long as the lightning is not directly overhead. How about you?”

“Yep, they give me a kick. Here comes the rain.”

A light sprinkle quickly turned into a torrent. He could barely make out the yellow porch light on the house across the way. A few drops of slanted rain misted onto his face. “Do you want to go–?” Something wet and furry streaked by, brushing against his pants leg. He jerked and circled his arms around her protectively. “What the–?”

“Oh my god.” Her hand flew to her chest. “Taffy, you scared the life out of me.” She patted his arm. “It’s just the neighborhood tabby. Nate, we’d better go inside.”

He stood. “I was about to ask you that when the fur ball attacked.”

“Now don’t grumble. That cat is good luck, so I hear.” 

“Mm, I bet.” He smiled at her concern for the feline, stood, and took her hand to usher her inside.

Lightning cracked, sharp and close. She jumped, and her hand trembled in his.

I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on a picture prompt of rain. Thanks for stopping by. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance