Tag Archives: Paranormal romance

Tuesday Tales: Writing Hideous

“A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.” Omar Khayyam

Welcome to Tuesday Tales, a weekly blog featuring diverse authors posting excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. We’re a book hungry bunch that enjoys reading as much as you do. Today our word prompt is hideous. My excerpt is from a paranormal fantasy in which a goddess inhabits the body of an archaeological assistant. Please read the excerpts of the other authors at Tuesday Tales.

A waiter appeared with wine, hot loaves, and assurance he’d return for their order tout suite. He seemed more seasoned than their previous attendant.

Prue’s eyes fluttered, casting winged shapes onto her cheeks. “Ahh, the aroma of fresh bread. May I butter a slice for you, Simon?”

Surprised, he nodded and nudged the serving dish toward her.

She cut off an end and selected the next soft section, slathered it with creamy butter, and offered it to him. Her eyes were half closed, glittering facets of emerald and peridot.

He couldn’t believe the sensations bombarding his gut. To keep from blurting out anything about her eyes or other features, he crammed half the slice in his mouth.

Her lips pursed into a half smile. “A ravenous man is a turn on.”

Lord, where was his usual bag of quips when he needed it? “I had to forgo lunch today. You’re not having any bread?”

Buttering another slice, she bit into it and obviously savored the taste.

He had a wild urge to lick the butter off her bottom lip.

She let her tongue do the job. “Why did you skip lunch?”

“Berger was on overload after the break in.”

She coughed delicately. “Wh–what did he say about it?”

“Mainly that some hideous pendant had been stolen.”

She jerked up in her seat. “Why, how dare he?”

Half choking at her change in demeanor, he chewed and swallowed. “What do you mean?”

“The old buzzard wouldn’t know a sacred work of art from a worthless bauble, now would he?”

“You’re probably right about that.” Prue had never cared for Berger, but she was really worked up.

Her nails clicked on the table. “Did he show you the inventory for the piece?”

“No, why?”

“No reason. I just wondered.” She cleared her throat. “You know the old mudfish ticks me off.” She glared around at her surroundings. “Overpriced mausoleum.”

“What’s got into you? A minute ago you were drooling over this place.”

She shrugged. “Drooling over the bread maybe. I have to admit it is to die for.” She finished off her slice. “Yummo.”

He managed an awkward laugh. “For a while there I thought you’d been transformed into a changeling.”

She stopped chewing and stared at him. “And?”

“And what?”

“Which me do you prefer, usual me or changeling me?”

His skin bristled. It was clear she’d been putting him on. He bit out the words. “It’s hard to say.”

She cast her gaze down toward the table. “I see.”

I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the word prompt hideous. Thanks for stopping by. Return to Tuesday Tales.

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

Tuesday Tales: Writing Greasy

 

Welcome to Tuesday Tales, a weekly blog featuring diverse authors posting excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. We’re a book hungry bunch that enjoys reading as much as you do. Today our word prompt is greasy. My excerpt is from a paranormal fantasy in which a goddess inhabits the body of an archaeological assistant. Please read the excerpts of the other authors at Tuesday Tales.

What was with all the swiveled heads Prue was getting? Moving closer as they walked, he cupped her elbow with the gallant intention of escorting her up the steps of Chez Gaspard. At the touch of her warm soft flesh, a pleasurable jolt of electricity shot through him. He blinked a few times. What the hell was going on? Was his Mercury retrograde, as Prue was always saying? He gave her a quick glance, but his off kilter mode didn’t seem to affect her. In fact she appeared to be confident and glowing.

Once identification was confirmed, they were shown to a table by a fawning man boy whose attitude gave the impression Prue was all that and Simon was merely a walking talking table ornament not to be acknowledged. Simon put his foot down. Enough of this crap. With his size elevens, he adroitly maneuvered man boy aside and held the lady’s chair. With a request for a drink menu, he sent the junior toady on his way.

Now seated across from Prue, he attempted to regain his normal composure. This was good ole Prue for God’s sake, not some mystery date.

She unrolled the linen napkin and patted it onto her lap. Her eyes swept up to meet his in a slow motion gesture he’d never noticed on her before.

He cleared his throat. “I was surprised you chose this place.”

“Don’t you like it here, Simon?” Her voice was low and purring, as though she’d already sipped a measure of wine.

He surveyed the white and gold elegance. “Oh, sure, what’s not to like? Though you have to admit it’s a one eighty from our usual greasy spoon.”

That elicited a semblance of a smile. “To think anyone actually prefers fast food to French cuisine.”

Courtesy free Pixabay

“This from a woman who has been known to double back for additional honey mustard sauce.”

She shuddered delicately. “Tastes can change, darling.”

She’d called him darling. “You are full of surprises tonight.”

I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the word prompt greasy. Thanks for stopping by. Return to Tuesday Tales.

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

 

#RRBC Holiday Train

Ride the Holiday Train and see Epona and Eshigel with Mind Your Goddess at the Rave Reviews Book Club block party! I’d love for you to leave a comment on the video site.

 

 

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

 

Tuesday Tales: Writing Tiny

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 word is tiny. 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.

“It’s Friday, Mama, and nothing’s come on the train all week. We should get a letter from Daddy today, shouldn’t we?”

Laura’s throat tightened before she answered. “Very possibly, sweetie. Let’s keep our fingers crossed.”

Tiny white gold eyebrows scrunched together in mighty protest. “Our fingers crossed?”

“Like this.” Laura demonstrated. “For good luck.”

“Oh.” Gwennie followed suit. “I will, but I can’t cross them during penmanship. Miss Harris might not like it.”

“Not in class, sweetie, just here at home, and maybe at recess if you think about it.”

“Oh, yes, I can cross them during recess, even while jumping rope!” With exuberance, she hopped up and down, demonstrating the feat.

Laura smiled and patted her daughter’s head. “Very good. By the time you come home, we may have a letter.”

“May I walk down and check the mail after school?”

Laura hesitated.  “I’ll do it this time, honey.”

Gwennie took it in stride. “’Kay. Bye, Mama.”

She leaned down for a hug and peppermint scented kiss. “Be a good girl today. Drink all your lunch milk. Oh, there’s Patty at the door. See you at three o’clock, honey.”

After Gwennie set off with her friend walking the few blocks to school, Laura soon got busy with customers. Still she managed to keep an eye on the clock. Gwennie didn’t realize they actually hadn’t heard from Jeffrey in over four weeks now. Until recently, he had always managed to write every other week, at least a few lines, and a feeling of unease had begun to settle in. Each day this week when the southbound had blown its whistle, she had barely given the postmaster sorting time before hurrying down the sidewalk to the post office.

Twelve thirty. Wouldn’t you know the train was running late? When it finally came, she squeezed nails into her palms, waiting on it to slow down and the mail bag to be hooked. As soon as Mr. Henry retrieved the bag, she had a violent urge to run after him, but forced herself to wait fifteen minutes.

When the allotted time had crept by, she trotted down the sidewalk. Impatient fingers twirled the combination and flung open the box. Nothing there. She patted inside. No letter.

I hope you enjoyed my take on tiny. Thanks a bunch for stopping by. Return to Tuesday Tales.

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

 

 

Contest Winner

Newsletters are such fun to plan and put together! I so much appreciate people taking the time to check out my latest whims and fancies, and readers tell me they enjoy them. My goal is to be more regular with the newsletters and make them chock full of fun, freebies, and opportunities for prizes.

Here is a picture of the Guardian of the Deep themed key chain offered in my recent newsletter contest. Since the hero Samael is a dark undersea lord, a type of merman, the key chain relates to ocean life.

Congratulations to winner Joy Atchley! She won the key chain and a print copy of Dark Warriors, containing two novellas:

Time Singer about the origins of the Wytchfae line in ancient Ireland, starring Aedar and Seraphina; and Lord of Fire starring Garnet and Gabriel, about stopping the enslavement of innocent fae familiars. She was excited and so thankful.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Joy came down to my stomping grounds to get her prizes. I can’t tell you how jazzed I was and how much I appreciate her doing that. She even brought a special gift for me, too (more on that later). We met for lunch at Cattle Dog, one of my favorites hangouts. This time of year I especially love their seasonal flavor blends in a hot latte. Yum! 

 

Enjoy your prizes, Joy!

Cheers & Happy Reading, Everyone!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

 

 

Book Video Splash

Courtesy Free Pixabay

Wrap up some delicious dark fantasy romances for special friends on your gift list.

Gift a copy of Mind Your Goddess!

 

Gift a copy of Guardian of the Deep!

 

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

Tuesday Tales: Writing Prepare

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 prepare. 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 talented authors at Tuesday Tales.

 

“Little Gwennie is fine playing hopscotch with our Betty. Make yourself comfortable out here, Laura. It’s cooler. I’ll be back with iced tea soon as I shed these stockings.”

Meg went in, closing the screen door, and Laura settled back onto the porch swing. With one arm spread out over the wood, she tapped a foot enough to create a slight sideways swinging motion without engaging the built-in squeak. She tucked a stray lock of hair behind one ear, wishing to be home to divest herself of hat and stockings. Still, she hated to cut short Gwennie’s playtime, and some iced tea would hit the spot.

Footsteps sounded on the sidewalk. “Afternoon, missus.”

A half smile creased her lips. “Why, hello, Spur. How are you today?”

He removed his cap. “Ship shape.” He seemed hesitant and gave the impression of wanting to say more.

“Something on your mind?”

His eyes glinted with compassion. “I was wondering if you’d heard anything. About the mister I mean.”

She swallowed and shook her head. “Not…not yet. Thanks for asking.”

“When he does come home, and he will, mark my words…” He broke off, twisting his cap between two work hardened hands.

“What is it, Spur?”

“I’ve known buddies that…well, you just need to prepare yourself, that’s all. Be patient, like. It might take him some time to get back to his old self. You know what I mean?”

She thought for a moment, her midnight imaginings returning in full force. Her gaze went far away and then refocused on the old man. “I—I think I do, Spur. I’ll be patient. I’ll be as patient as it takes.”

One quick nod indicated his approval. He slapped the cap back on and ambled down the way.

Spur had said Jeff would come home. She didn’t know why, but it sounded like a promise. Emotion welled up and brought her surging to her feet. Her hands wadded fabric at the sides of her dress. The old man had also given a kind of warning. She brushed it away. That didn’t matter. She could handle anything once Jeff was here.

I hope you enjoyed my take on prepare. Thanks for stopping by. Return to Tuesday Tales.

 

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

 

 

Book Release: Mind Your Goddess

I’m jazzed to the bone to get Mind Your Goddess re-released and available again in eBook format for readers. It is a book that is particularly close to my heart and soul. 

 

MIND YOUR GODDESS

Cool jazz & hot kisses…

A Goddess lost in the Roaring 20s with her powers ripped away.

A Dark Guardian who’d ravage hell to find her.

With time running out, can they summon the magic to defeat their enemies?

 

Mind Your Goddess is temporarily on sale for $.99. It’s a dark fantasy romance to warm your heart and excite your spirit.

Grab your copy!

 

I am passionate to get all the titles of my Wytchfae series back up and available in eBook format for you:

Time Singer

Lord of Fire

Demoness Dreams

Wytchfae Runes

 

Already available:

Guardian of the Deep

Mind Your Goddess

 

Thank you for your supportive words and for being patient while I worked out the best way to proceed in getting the Wytchfae titles back up! I love writing dark fantasy romances, and especially the books set in the Wytchfae world.

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

When the Cat’s Away: Interview at Fiona Mcvie’s

Scotland is one of my dream destinations, and I’m thrilled to be interviewed by the gracious Fiona Mcvie. What better place for a dark fantasy romance writer to visit than one of mists and magic? Fiona loves books and reading and created her blog to find out more about authors and what makes them tick. Thanks for checking out the interview!

I wonder what Marigold is up to while I’m flitting around the craggy hills?

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

 

 

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