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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




Book Review: 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.”

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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

Spotlight on Dracula’s Author


You can snag her latest books for only .99!

Hello, everyone, Carmen Stefanescu here! I’d like to take a moment to thank  Flossie for her support in helping me to promote my newest release –  a paranormal/ light historical/ light romance /light horror – Dracula’s Prodigy, sequel to Dracula’s Mistress.

  1. Welcome to Conjuring the Magic, Carmen! Would you tell us more about your genre and what inspired you to write in it?

Though I read almost all genres in fiction, the one I prefer to write is paranormal.  I’ve always been interested in all the things that go bump in the night – ghosts especially.

A topic that fascinates me is reincarnation, karmic retribution. Perhaps I will myself to believe that there’s something more after  we leave the Earth world.  The hope  and belief that life here is just a step in the ladder of spirituality is the one that makes me write stories like Shadows of the Past and Till Life Do Us Part.

  1. Those same mysterious topics fascinate me as well. Tell us a little about your writing process or habits. What drink do you tend to have by you?

I must admit that I am not so disciplined as many of you are, or as disciplined as I should be. Life gets in the way, or so is the excuse. I write when the  “muse” urges me. There are moments when a sentence, a line in a song, a paragraph in a newspaper triggers the inspiration; when I feel deep in my bones that this is a story worth telling. Coffee is my permanent companion whenever I write. And not only then. Black, no sugar or sweetener, hot.

  1. I’m delighted to find another black coffee fanatic! Carmen, what do you love most about your latest books?

I am glad I managed to tell Vlad’s story, to show what were the social, political, historical circumstances of those times and why he came to be known for eternity as the most evil creature in history – Dracula. As a native of his country my perspective is different. The story is woven with characteristic traditions and customs in Romania, former Walachia.

  1. I’m certainly thrilled you tackled the historical facts and climate around Vlad, known as Dracula. You were born to write that story! I loved Dracula’s Mistress and can’t wait to get into Dracula’s Prodigy. What was hardest for you in writing these?

Dracula’s story was assigned an editor when it was accepted by the publisher – Wild Child Publishing at that time, (they closed doors before the release of the book). She advised me to reduce the number of POVs in the story, though I read a couple of books with multiple POVs. Reluctantly, I took her advice and rewrote 5 POVs! I was sorry to see those characters go, but, in the end, I think she was right.

  1. That was certainly a lot of work, and the end result was worth it. What is the one thing you do every day that most ensures your writing success?

I don’t think I have a one such “wonder”performing activity, sorry  to disappoint you. There are moments when I feel guilty I haven’t written a line that day. Then, I think that writing must be something that gives me pleasure and thus allows me the luxury of not blaming myself.

  1. We’ll move on to tickling our taste buds then. Chips, cake, pie, or cookies?

Chips and cheese pie – Romanian recipe!

  1. Carmen, you have shared pictures of your Romanian cheese pie, and look how delicious. It makes my mouth water. I hope to try it one day. Since you are one who loves history as much as I do, what historical period or person would you most like to visit and why?

I  would like to meet Shakespeare face to face, though I wonder if he’d understand my present-day English.

Or, visit ancient Britain when the Celts lived and meet the Druids and learn from their wisdom.

  1. Great choices! What stories do you have planned for the future?

I am writing  a story intended, like Dracula’s Mistress and Dracula’s Prodigy, as a two parts book. It is the story of a haunted house in Braila, my native town. I finished the first volume already. The parnaormal element – ghosts – and mystery are present, of course.The timeline is not the Middle Ages, but the action takes places during the World War I.

I also am polishing several stories, with a twist, that I wrote along the same time.

World War I–how interesting, Carmen. We’re both tackling new time periods (for us). One I’m working on is set during the Korean War. I loved chatting with you, and thank you so much for taking the time to fill us in. Now let’s take a look at that newest book, Dracula’s Prodigy.

Dracula’s Prodigy    Only .99!
Publisher – City Lights Press
Release date – 27th April 2017

Running from the hands of an abusing husband, on the verge of committing suicide, a series of strange events/apparitions make Linda reassess her life. She embarks on a thorough research regarding her unusual ancestor- Vlad, the Impaler, aka Dracula.
Can Linda discover the truth regarding Vlad among the countless malicious stories, exaggerated legends and whispered slander dating back to 15th century? Is he a hero, a brave protector of his hard tried people and country? Or a cruel monster feeding on the blood of those impaled at his order?
And is good-looking Jody really helping Linda regain her trust in men and love, or is he another evil envoy of a past that haunts her and threatens her life?
Dracula’s Prodigy is the sequel to Dracula’s Mistress, and will awe legions of fans of Gothic literature, paranormal and historical fiction.

Thanks, Carmen! I have it on my Kindle ready to read. Readers, snag your copy of Dracula’s Prodigy, and if you haven’t read Dracula’s Mistress, believe me–you’re missing out! Each book is currently a steal for only 99 cents!

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

Author on Board: Jennifer Taylor

Excitement is in the air! Fellow Sunshine State Romance Author Jennifer Taylor is visiting today to showcase her second historical romance, Heartbeat of the Moon. Her writing style is lyrical and her characters off the beaten path and compelling. Trust me– you will love her stories. 

Heartbeat of the Moon, Book Two of the Rhythm of the Moon Series

Blurb: Superstition sails into King’s Harbour with tales of winged monsters rising from the dead. Midwife Maggie and husband Ian fight for reason and logic when a friend’s nephew disappears from the grave, and the friend’s behavior becomes more animal than man.

As forces and bizarre events around the two lovers threaten their happiness, Maggie faces challenges from her expectant mothers and struggles to understand Ian’s troubling behavior. Ian endeavors to cure his mind’s affliction but fears the slide into insanity may be fatal.

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Ian glanced her way, finally. “Do you think Josef has lost his wits?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “For we have seen stranger things than this, things I never thought were possible. And it’s as if…”


She shook her head. “It is fanciful and silly.”

“Maggie, I have told you before.” He came to her and took her hands. “Nothing you ever say to me will be taken lightly, for every word you utter is like holy writ to me.”

She moved into his embrace, her hands on his bristled cheeks. He was very warm. “The spirit of the holy nun lives in me still.” He nodded. “Something happened today.”

Josef moaned in his sleep. “Let me in. The beast is out there, in the woods, and he comes for us. Where are your weapons? Where is Ana? Has she not arrived? The
beast is coming; do you hear it? No, the floor is sticky with her blood, I slipped in it, I could not help it,” Josef screamed.

“But I just saw her yesterday,” he continued in a voice not his own. “She sold chestnuts in the market. How can this be her, neck laid open? She will not stop
bleeding. Her eyes opened, she snarls.”

And his own voice returned. “No, stop screaming, sister. We must bury her, bury her deep.”

Fear rippled down Maggie’s back.

JenniferTaylorMercyOfTheMoon_w8691_750Mercy of the Moon, Book One of the Rhythm of the Moon Series


The door swung open, and Mr. Pierce, the singer from the kirkyard, thrust himself into the room. He carried a body in his arms, covered in a cloak. Blue-tinged, slender feet dangled from the tattered, mud-soaked hem.

Samuel stared in slack-jawed shock and backed away. “Why have you brought this body here?”

To Maggie’s astonishment, the body began convulsing in great spasms, and the singer struggled to hold it. The cloak fell off, revealing a shroud-wrapped body, only the face exposed. The eyes, ice blue, stared wide and unblinking and blank with terror.

Sarah’s eyes. Her lips blue, dirt-encrusted eyelashes, cleft chin.

“It cannot be,” Maggie whispered, and shrank back. Coldness enveloped her, as if she had slipped into a frozen lake, cold water surrounding her, and could hear only muffled voices, echoing urgent and sharp. She saw only shapes above the icy water.

“Miss Maggie.” 

A voice, masculine and hoarse, broke through the ice, and she stared into the singer’s eyes. They steadied and warmed, pulled her out of her daze.

“We must move her by the fire and rid her of this shroud,” Ian urged.

She took a deep, shaky breath. Yes. It was Sarah, yet the eyes stared unseeing in a blue-mottled face covered in dirt.

Samuel’s voice escalated in panic. “She was buried, she was dead. I saw her. How can this be?” He turned his head away.

Maggie grabbed him by the shoulders. “Samuel, you must look at her. Somehow it is our Sarah.”

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Jen TaylorBio:
Jennifer Taylor spent her childhood running wild on an Idaho mountainside. Although she’s lived across the U.S., she’s still an Idahoan at heart and a notorious potato pusher. She’s been a roofer, a hoofer, a computer data entry operator, and a stay-at-home mom.

She’s dreamt of writing historical romances since reading Wuthering Heights at the tender age of twelve, and is now living her dream of writing love stories set in 18th Century England. She feverishly lobbies for the return of breeches and would love to see her husband of 36 years in a pair.

Jennifer lives in rural Florida with her husband and goofy Great Dane. She is the author of Mercy of the Moon, Book One of the Rhythm of the Moon Series, and the newly released Book Two, Heartbeat of the Moon, published by the Wild Rose Press.

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Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

Tuesday Tales: Writing Door

DoorAncient 4-5-2016

Welcome to Tuesday Tales, a weekly blog where diverse authors post excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. Today our writing prompt is a picture of a marvelously intriguing door. The snippet is from a new historical romance set in the early Georgian period. Please enjoy it and then visit my talented colleagues at Tuesday Tales.

“What a bag of moonshine!” The massive wooden door pounded closed behind her, as she hurried after him toward the stables.

Deafening silence punctuated the sweltering air.

Her determination to keep up with his long stride stirred up little clouds of dust. “That can’t be the reason you’re breaking your promise to Priscilla. I don’t believe for a moment you think she’s better off here with Lady Worthington.”

“I care not. Believe what you will.”

His wintry manner grated her to the bone. “Wait, will you wait?” She grabbed his sleeve and half-stumbled. Drat these over-sized slippers.

He shook her off as if she were a gnat plaguing his precious Hector.

It was too much. She balled her hands into fists and glared at his receding figure. “How could I have thought you tenderhearted? All right, go to your stables, milord centaur. It’s where you belong, with the other beasts.” She clamped a shaking hand over her mouth.

He stopped dead for a long moment and then pivoted, his legs planted wide.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean–”

“You go too far with that venomous tongue.”

Her hands fell to the sides. “Lord Asbury, I don’t know what came over me. You have every right to decide where Priscilla resides. She’s a mere child and I’m…” She backed up a step.

“Too late for a return to polite conversation, Miss Bouchard. You have made your opinion clear. If I didn’t know better, I would swear my precocious niece is tutoring you, rather than the other way round.”

I hope you enjoyed my writing snippet for the picture prompt of a door. Thanks for stopping by. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales. Tuesday Tales

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

Tuesday Tales: Writing Swallow

Tuesday TalesWelcome to Tuesday Tales, a weekly blog where diverse authors post excerpts from their WIPs based on word and picture prompts. Today our writing prompt is swallow. Today’s snippet is from a new historical romance set in the early Georgian period. Enjoy it and then please visit my talented colleagues at Tuesday Tales.

She halted mid-stride. The child appeared as pale as a discarded dove’s wing and about as limp. Immediately, she painted a smile on her face and strode forward. It wouldn’t do for Priscilla to mirror her concern. “Cook sent you a delicious supper.” Setting the tray on the low table, she perched on the edge of the bed and lifted the cover off a tureen. Offering forth a spoonful of broth, she schooled her voice into what she hoped was a soothing and encouraging murmur. “This will fortify you.”

“Put it away. It sickens me.”

“You must take some nourishment, little one.”

The small face pinched up. “I’ve seen how Cook makes that, with the fat of fowl—ugh—it’s vile.”

“Never mind the broth then.” She patted the hand clutching and unclutching the blue coverlet and replaced the spoon on the tray. “Some hot tea or a morsel of comfit…”

The child’s attention swept over the offerings, lingering on one particular concoction before casting downward.

Charlotte’s fingers closed around the dainty, stemmed bowl, and she lifted it, inhaling deeply. “Mmm, this apple pudding smells delicious.” She sniffed again. “I do believe Cook has added an extra pinch of cinnamon. She knows how partial you are.”

The petite nose wrinkled, as uncertainty seemed to joust with interest.

The heaviness in her abdomen lifted. The latter would win out—she’d see to it. “Try a swallow. It will put the roses back on your cheeks.”

With a quivering smile, Priscilla sat up an inch straighter. “It does smell nice.”

I hope you enjoyed my historical romance snippet for the writing prompt swallow. Thanks for stopping by. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

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

Tuesday Tales: Writing Mirror

Tuesday TalesWelcome to Tuesday Tales, a weekly blog where diverse authors post excerpts from their WIPs based on word and picture prompts. Today our word prompt is mirror. Today’s snippet is from a new historical romance. Please visit my talented colleagues at Tuesday Tales.


“Please hold still, little one. Madam expects you tout de suite.”

The girl stomped a stockinged foot. “Imbecile, you’re pulling my hair!”

A soft sigh escaped her lips, and her eyes closed for a brief moment at the child’s lapse into rudeness. Holding the golden tangle in one hand, she drew the comb through with determination. “If you would make use of your brush more frequently, we would not have this perpetual problem. And did we not speak of the inappropriate tendencies of name calling just yesterday?”

Priscilla’s demanding shrieks subsided to a petulant whine. “I can’t help it. You’re hurting me. And I don’t want to see the odious cousins anyway. They do nothing but prance about and simper when he is around.”

No need to pretend she didn’t know to whom the child referred. “Perhaps his lordship will not be in attendance today.”

She patted down the wayward curls, and Priscilla swung around with a pout, her lacy sleeves billowing. “Of course he will. He has been here every day this week.”

“I thought you liked his company.”

The lips compressed into a rosebud circlet. “When he takes me riding or down to the lake, but not when the cousins are here on parade with all their idiocy. Then I may as well be invisible. Can’t I remain with you?”

Charlotte hid a smile and slid a small ornate mirror from her pocket. She held it up to reflect the shining locks and freshly scrubbed face. “You know better. Besides, look at this perfection. You would deprive your family of your countenance and company? I shall see you afterward. Now slip on your shoes and be gone with you.”

I hope you enjoyed the historical romance snippet for the word prompt mirror. Thanks for stopping by. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Romance

Tuesday Tales: Writing Meat Pie by Flossie Benton Rogers


He greets them gladly
Scans them eagerly,
A man’s companions.”
The Wanderer, Old English Poem

Tuesday Tales is a weekly blog featuring diverse authors who post excerpts from their WIPs based on word and picture prompts. Today our prompt is a picture of a meat pie. The snippet is from my historical romance featuring a heroine named Audrissa. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

Savory aromas from the hearth filled the air, guiding Audrissa toward the gathering in the hall. Her stomach gurgled, reminding her of the long hours since she broke her morning fast. A longing to be back at Old Tildy’s cozy hut swept over her, despite the feast awaiting ahead. Nothing good could come of being summoned to the lord’s table. She tugged at the borrowed gown, tucking a length of the fine fabric beneath the outlying girdle. Too long for her petite height and too rich a garment for a servant, it had to belong to a member of the lord’s family. Either that or a giantess.

The cacophony grew louder, male voices in raucous camaraderie. The smell of ale competed with the succulent feast offerings. Stiffening her backbone, she swept into the great hall and stood immobile.

The old lord must have been on the lookout. He rose, banging a cup on the table. “Quiet, ye blithering churls.” His large frame stooped more than it had when he rode by on one of his noble steeds last Michaelmas, leading the revelers, and his features were ruddy with the effects of ale. He gestured for her to approach, impatience evident in his mannerism. “Ranulf! Where the devil is that nephew of mine?”

She wrinkled her brow. Ranulf. Where had she heard that name before?

The din quietened. An imposing figure emerged from a shadowed corner. “I’m here, old man.”

“Get to the table, ye chancy rascal. Yer to share a trencher with the lass.” He shouted for the serving girl. “Fetch another rabbit pasty for my ne’er do well nephew and his betrothed.”Tuesday Tales

I hope you enjoyed Audrissa’s visit to the lord’s home and the tasty meat pie. Thanks so much for stopping by. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

GuardianoftheDeep_MED (1)Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Paranormal Romance

Author on Board: Flossie Benton Rogers Welcomes Mary Morgan

MARY MORGANDragonKnightsAxe_w9181_750Dear readers, you all know I love historical romances with knights and highlanders and am jazzed by authors who write in that genre. Today it’s my honor and pleasure to welcome the lovely Mary Morgan, whose book Dragon Knight’s Axe is heating up the ethers. Mary doles out a touch of fae magic with her writing too, another attribute that’s down my alley. She was kind enough to take time from a busy schedule to answer a few questions and then tell us about Dragon Knight’s Axe.

1. What is your genre and what inspired you to write it?

Paranormal Time-travel Medieval Scottish Romance. I have a love affair with history, and I’ve often told others that I feel displaced within this century. When I was sitting on a boulder in the Scottish Highlands, the Dragon Knights were born. I was surrounded with the rugged landscape and only sheep. It was perfect. Of course, the Fae entered quietly on that evening to put a little dash of magic into the story.

2. Tell us about your writing schedule. (What drink do you always have by you?)

My day starts at 5am. I’m a morning person, so when my feet hit the ground, I’m moving. After breakfast, I spend a few hours with promoting and answering emails. Then, I’m off for a walk, bike ride, or yoga. I’m usually in my writing cave around 11am and work until 5 or 6pm. Sundays are my rest day, but sometimes you’ll find me on the couch with my current work-in-progress and writing in my journal. Ahh…there are no drinks on my desk. I have this fear of spilling something on my computer, and trust me, it has happened.

3. What was hardest for you in writing your latest book?

Pulling apart my characters. I believe they wrote those scenes more than I did. Each time I wanted to re-unite them, they would shake their heads and walk away. It was brutal! But isn’t that what finding love is all about?

4. Chips, chocolate cake, candy bar, or cheesecake?

Definitely chocolate cake! Now, I’m craving chocolate!

5. What stories do you have planned for the future?

I’m in the middle of edits for the fourth book, Dragon Knight’s Shield, which is Angus MacKay’s story—the oldest. I’ve just started the fifth and final book in the Order of the Dragon Knights (title to be revealed later). Then I’ll have a spin-off from the series with the Fenian Warriors.

I’m envious of Mary’s affinity with the wee early hours of the morning. Let’s find out about Dragon Knight’s Axe now.

MARY MORGANDragonKnightsAxe_w9181_750Blurb:

Battled scarred, Dragon Knight, Alastair MacKay, has fled to the seas to separate himself from his powers that are connected to the land. Yet, when he rescues a woman from a slave trader in Ireland, he steps back inadvertently into a world filled with magic—taking on the role of protector and leading him on a journey to confront his greatest fears.

Research assistant, Fiona O’Quinlan loves translating ancient artifacts at Trinity College. When she falls asleep on an archeological dig, she awakens in another time. She soon discovers a Dragon Knight’s relic has been entrusted into her care. Determined to return the artifact to the Great Glen, Fiona is unprepared for the danger ahead—losing her heart and soul to Alastair “Beast” MacKay.

Will their love be strong enough to soothe the beast and heal the man? Or will Death swing its axe, leaving them lost for all eternity?


He would get the truth out of her. She was now his. Bought and paid for.

His anger simmered just below the surface, and he allowed his eyes to flash with the fire of the dragon. Hearing her gasp, he smiled. Good, little bird. Fear me. Without giving her time to react, he swept her up and dumped her over his left shoulder, and strode to the ship.

He heard her sharp intake of breath, and then she started to pound against his back. “Put…me down,” she demanded.


She started to kick, and he clenched his jaw in frustration. The little bird had talons. He responded with a smack to her bottom, but instead of removing his hand, he kept it against her soft curves. “I will put ye down when we are on my ship.”

She went completely still, and then she screamed.

Alastair dumped her onto the ground. “For the love of Brigid, did ye have to yell into my ear?”

Fiona rubbed at her bottom and then stood. “You beast,” she spat out at him. Jumping onto a nearby boulder, she looked directly into his eyes. “Don’t you ever touch me like that again.”

Alastair yanked her to his chest by her arms, his face mere inches from hers. “And what are ye going to do?” He watched as her eyes widened in alarm. Blue eyes that reminded him of the sky on warm summer days. Then his gaze traveled down to her lips, red as berries.

Instantly, his beast roared to life. Claim one kiss, Alastair.

“I will slit your throat,” she whispered.

Releasing his hold, his beast laughed, mocking him. He stared at her for a few moments before turning away. Stalking over to the ship, he climbed up the ladder.


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I am a constant daydreamer and have been told quite often to remove my head from the clouds. Yet, this is where I find the magic to write my stories. Not only do I love to weave a good tale, but I have a voracious appetite for reading. I worked for Borders Books for almost fourteen years. Imagine my delight to be surrounded by so many books, talking to others about them, and getting paid.

Pure bliss!

I have traveled to England, Scotland, Ireland, and France. There are those who know me well when I say, “My heart is in the Highlands.” I believe I have left it there or maybe in Ireland.

When not writing, I enjoy playing in my garden—another place where magic grows. Of course, there is time spent with my family. They are the ones that keep me grounded.

Thanks for spending time with us, Mary.

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Paranormal Fantasy Romance