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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

 

 

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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

 

 

 

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 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

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

 

Tuesday Tales: Writing Firecracker

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 firecracker. 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.

The aroma of grilling hot dogs and sound of children having fun filled the air. Charcoal smoke spirals perched on make-do stands to keep away the mosquitoes. With dusk imminent, the blood suckers would soon follow. Hannah settled into the folding chair between Meg and Nate. “I didn’t expect there to be so many people here. You rounded down, didn’t you, Meg?”

“Don’t scold. Would you have come out if I mentioned this was the in place for 4th of July fireworks? They’re really spectacular here by the lake.”

Aware of Nate’s attention and his knee hovering a mere inch from hers, she merely offered a noncommittal murmur. She didn’t dare give a truthful response to Meg’s query. She would have come, if only to spend time with him away from their usual work environment.

Laura from the café’ emerged from the crowd, carrying two folding chairs, with little Gwennie in tow.

Meg piped up, cheery. “Made it, huh?” 

Nate and Roy stood, and greetings were exchanged. Roy scooped the chairs from Laura. “Let’s find you a good spot, boss lady.”

Laura looked a bit harried. “Thanks, Roy.”

Gwennie jumped up and down, pointing. “I want to sit by Judy and Sandy, Mommy.”

“All right, Darling. Over by the Smith twins would be great, Roy.”

Gwennie tugged on her mother’s blouse as they set off in a line. “Mommy, can I light a firecracker?”

“Good heavens no. You can have a sparkler.”

Roy soon returned, plunked into his chair, and popped the cooler lid. He passed beers to Meg and Nate. “Brewsky, Hannah?”

“No thanks. By chance any wine in there?”

“Nope, sorry. Hey, here are some cokes though. You sneak these in my cooler, Meg?”

“Of course I did, you big lummox. You know perfectly well Hannah hates beer.”

She leaned forward. “What kind do you have?”

Roy shifted bottles around. “Uh, looks like cherry, grape, and banana.”

“Banana, please.”

Roy popped off the cap and handed her the bumpy glass bottle. Banana scented fizz tickled her nose.

Meg pulled a sad face. “Sorry I didn’t think of wine, Hannah. You’re stuck with the soft stuff.”

Nate raised a brown. “Not necessarily. Go ahead and take a swallow, Hannah.”

Wondering what he was up to, she took a sip of her banana drink, while Nate retrieved a small flask from his back pocket.

Roy whistled. “Now why didn’t I think of that?”

Curiosity had her leaning his way. “What is it, Nate?”

“Gin. I don’t like the stuff, but you do. You game?”

Unable to resist the cockeyed grin that deepened his dimple, she passed him her drink bottle.

Holding his hand around the neck, he carefully poured a jot from the flask, shook the bottle, and used his thumb to keep it from spewing out. Once the concoction had settled, he returned it to Hannah.

She took a tentative sip. “Hmm, not bad. Definitely a kick.” She relaxed into the chair, pleasure tickling her insides. “Thanks, soldier.”

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

Cheers & Happy Reading!
Happy 4th of July!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance