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Tuesday Tales: Writing Seeds

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 prompt is seeds. My snippet is from a dark fantasy romance in which the heroine’s sister has been kidnapped. When you’re done here, please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

“Mother of all, ancient heart, ancient mind, keep us safe in the light as we journey through the night.”

From the east, she walked into the middle of the circle and faced north.

Legs braced, she drew in several deep breaths and centered herself. Briskly rubbing together mitten-clad palms to heighten the flow of energy within her body, she chanted opening words of praise and supplication to Mother Earth in whose frozen bower she played. Deep underground, she sensed winter’s sleep beginning to subside and give way to seeds of spring. Soon the white landscape would ripple with green shoots and riots of color. She swayed from side to side, feeling the measured, immense heartbeat of the earth beneath her. Like a bass drum it sounded in her senses. Her heartbeat slowed to match.

She warmed and relaxed as she slipped into an altered state, alpha brain waves opening to the legacy of her witch heritage, as well as her faery lifeblood. That blood flowed and surged, a powerful river within her. It called to the ancient world of faery, a state before and in between matter where possibilities swirled in indefinable simplicity and grace.

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Her face lifted to the sky and her head filled with the silent music of the lights cascading from the north.

When faery heat suffused her from head to toe, she removed the mittens and stuffed them in her pocket.

She opened to her special goddess, calling upon the familiar essence she knew so well. Swaying from side to side, she allowed the words to come forth freely and unbeckoned.

“Goddess Rhiannon, bless this casting and encircle me with your power tonight as I seek to enter and safely retreat from the dim underworld of the soul eaters. In the throes of dark sorcery, those unclean aggressors captured our sister. Their action is unsanctioned and out of kilter. It is not the way of things. Be with my companions and me as we deliver her back to the world of the living. Give us safe journey there and here.”

Her heart pounded as a figure cantered from the forest on a grey and silver dappled horse. Like a revelation of spring, the goddess known for riding side-saddle gracefully guided the unbridled mare. On one slender arm was a basket that overflowed with fruits, flowers, and other rich bounty from the earth. The Wytchfae lowered her head in thankfulness to the goddess, inhaling the intoxicating scent of roses, grapes, and cinnamon.

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

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance


Interview at Jennifer Taylor Writes

I’m over at Jennifer Taylor’s blog answering her dang hard questions such as what was the exact moment when the concept of my Wytchfae world came about. Say what? Pop over and say hello at Jennifer Taylor Writes. 

basket-sleepingAlso, tiptoe around Marigold, would you please? I sneaked out while she was napping.

Thanks, Cheers, & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

Mythic Monday: Rainbow Goddess Iris

RainbowAfter three weeks of being in vacation mode, it is terribly difficult to return to the everyday world. Forgive me, but I really loved being at Daytona Beach with the rejuvenating wind and waves, reveling in beach nightlife with music and fire twirlers, at the crazy car races where Tony Stewart and other drivers go 200 mph, on a picnic at a beautiful tucked away springs in the forest, at the old fort and wax museum in St. Augustine, relaxing in the pool at night with a peach margarita, just spending time with family. It was all wonderful. My son, Snickerdoodle senior, took a gorgeous picture of a rainbow while we were at Daytona Beach last week, and I wanted to share it with you. Of course to me it has a heartfelt mythological energy.

In Greek mythology the goddess Iris is the painter of all our breathtaking rainbows. Her name possesses a double meaning, rainbow and messenger, and Iris performs as the personal messenger of the great goddess Hera. In one of my paranormal fantasy romances in progress, Iris descends to earth to bring a message to the heroine. She appears in a colorful fae drawn cart arching down from the sky to the edge of the sea where the heroine, outcast from the parallel Wytchfae world, runs a tiki bar. Oh, and yes, our Daytona hotel had a tiki bar. Are my books drawn from life or are my life symbols born in books? It’s hard to say.

Iris and Jupiter

Iris and Jupiter by Michel Corneille the Younger [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Iris was born of the cloud nymph Elektra, called “amber majesty” and a powerful sea guardian named Thaumas. Spanning the world of the sky and the sea, Iris energizes the clouds, encourages rain showers, and paints glorious rainbows. Our chakras have the same colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. Iris also runs errands for Hera and other deities, and the rainbow is a remarkable symbol for communication from the ethereal dimension to the human world. She has no lover or children, and I see her as young, beautiful, and eternal. She obviously cares for humankind to create such lovely rainbows for us.

There’s still several weeks of summer remaining. Let’s enjoy every moment. Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

Tuesday Tales: Lord of Fire 7-22-2014 by Flossie Benton Rogers

Badge for TT - smallTUESDAY TALES – Each week a group of authors bands together to share snippets of our works in progress. Visit the other fabulous authors here.
My snippet comes from Lord of Fire – Wytchfae 5, a WIP soon to be submitted. This week’s word prompt is BLOOM.

The forest track broadened to a wider dirt road covered over with pine needles. Before long the pines gave way to scrub. “There’s my car.” She pointed toward the small gold SUV parked where she had left it alongside a tall spike of blazing star. The vibrant magenta bloom stood in sharp contrast to the tranquil green of the surrounding clumps of grass and palmettos.

Slowing to a bumpy stop, The Hawk shifted his truck into park and left the engine running while he moved to let Garnet slip out the driver’s door.

His arm brushed against hers, and despite their long sleeves, an electric quiver shot straight to her insides. She looked up at him. “What about Cassie and Ava?”

“No use in shifting them over. Ava is still out cold. They can stay in my truck, and I’ll follow you on to your friend’s house.” His gaze heated her skin. “It’ll make it easier all the way around.”

Easier for whom? In some ways, every minute she spent in his company made her life harder. His effect distracted her from what she needed to do. Yet, his words sent a shiver of excitement skittering up her spine. “Are you sure? It’s nearly an hour’s drive.”

His mouth quirked upward. “I’m sure.”

She nodded. “So, Hawk…” She looked down, hesitating.

“What’s on your mind?”

She met his eyes. “We’re in this together then? You’ll stick until we get Borros?”

His voice deepened. “I’ll stick.”

“Thanks, Hawk, I appreciate it.” With her fingers on the car door, she stopped, feeling his breath on the top of her head. He had moved up behind her, and her own breath quickened. His scent, one of deep woods and hot blooded male, twined its scorching tendrils around her, teasing her with the sheer animal magnetism of the man. She cleared her raspy throat. “What about the ogre?”

“The interrogation can wait. He’s not moving an inch from where I left him.”

She clenched the door handle, and his hand covered hers. His words came out a low, husky whisper. “One more thing, Wytchfae.”

She twisted half around toward him and tilted up her face. “Yes?”

Her flesh trembled beneath his warm touch as he brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes. “Since we’re in this together, call me Gabriel.”

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

Tuesday Tales: Lord of Fire 7-15-2014 by Flossie Benton Rogers

Tuesday TalesTUESDAY TALES – Each week a group of authors bands together to share snippets of our works in progress. Visit the other fabulous authors here.
My snippet comes from Lord of Fire – Wytchfae 5, a WIP soon to be submitted. Note this week’s picture prompt above.

She moved with catlike stealth along the faint narrow tracks, using only the light of the full moon and night vision heightened by the drop of fae blood running through her veins. No high tech goggles. Not even a green capped penlight meant to resemble a swirl of firefly in the dead of night.

Not that she didn’t have just such a penlight safely stowed in an inner pocket. She did, plus a couple of blades and a dainty 357 revolver with decidedly undainty shells. Just the weapon to stop a low life scum in his tracks. She wouldn’t fool around with spells or other Wytchfae tools. Anyone who enslaved defenseless animal familiars deserved to be plugged.

As she ducked beneath a low hanging branch, a scurrying sound signaled a small animal off in the periphery. Probably a raccoon or armadillo. Possibly a night fae of some sort. Halting for a moment, she listened into the night. She heard no other noise to alarm her. Nothing to bar her way or keep her from the task at hand. If luck was with her tonight, the demon had captured his last victim.

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


Torchy Tuesday: Mind Your Goddess

MindYourGoddesspostercroppedWIN! Like my Facebook page and leave a comment OR follow my blog and leave a comment to be in the running for a free eBook from my backlist.

With book 4 in the Wytchfae series, Time Singer, coming out soon, I am doing a shout out for book 3, Mind Your Goddess. I had a lot of fun going back to the Roaring 20s with the goddess Epona and her dark guardian Eshigel. I also enjoyed creating Epona’s sunlit abode and Eshigel’s dim underground domain adjacent to that of the ghoulish Grims.

Readers of book 2, Guardian of the Deep, and book 1, Wytchfae Runes, will be pleased to see Bane and the irrepressible Kelly O’Day make brief appearances in Mind Your Goddess. To me, the best part is seeing Epona and Eshigel work hard to manage their differences and tumultuous past baggage. Mind Your Goddess is a dark fantasy paranormal, but the romance is paramount.

Having loved mythology and fairy tales all my life, I’m thrilled to be able to write stories that allow me to explore new mythological themes. In the Wytchfae world, faeries, witches, ghosts, goddesses, dark guardians and many other unusual beings live in dimensions parallel to ours. Wytchfae, or earth witches with a smattering of fae blood, form the link among the various worlds. It’s a reality dear to my heart, and I’m over the moon to be conjuring the magic with paranormal romance.

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Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Paranormal Romance


Even Goddesses Have Bad Days

The Goddess Epona is all set for a rendezvous with her lover Eshigel, the dark Guardian of the Between, when Fate intervenes in the form of a pissed off succubus who steals Epona’s powers and plops her back in time to the Roaring 20’s. Can our Goddess find the inner strength to cope with a strange new world and reclaim the heart of her dark Guardian? Today I’m on the lovely Jennifer Simpkins’ blog with Epona and Eshigel’s story.

Does a Snake Have Hips?

Are you the bee’s knees or the snake’s hips? Fellow Secret Cravings author and friend Jillian Chantal is hosting me on her blog today to talk about my newest book, Mind Your Goddess, and to share a some Roaring 20’s slang! http://jillianchantal.com/2013/12/12/special-guest-flossie-benton-rogers-shes-the-bees-knees/

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Coming December 13, 2013


Cool jazz & hot kisses…

The Goddess Epona awakens in the Roaring 20’s. Can this flapper summon the razzle dazzle to reclaim her powers and the heart of her dark Guardian?

You Won a Sexy Merman

Congratulations to my three winners in the Secret Cravings Publishing blog hop to benefit Wounded Warriors: Mae, Tabby, and Laurie! The eBook format of their choice for Guardian of the Deep – Wytchfae 2 has already been delivered. I hope they enjoy the story of forbidden love in the fae realm. Fire (succubus) + water (undersea guardian) = STEAMY.