Friday, November 21, 2014

Please Welcome the Fantastic Romance Author, Flossie Benton Rogers


Wytchfae 5 - Lord of FireLord of Fire – Wytchfae 5




Good Morning Readers,
Today's special guest is the super paranormal romance author, Flossie Benton Rogers. Please make her feel welcome and leave a comment for this wonderful lady.

Hi, Tabitha! Flossie Benton Rogers here. Thank you for featuring Lord of Fire today. By the way, I love your witch books (and your other books as well)! I thought we’d start out by talking about the fae dimensions and a few of the beings that inhabit them.

Author Bio:
Flossie Benton Rogers is the author of the Wytchfae paranormal romance series. She is Sagittarius with a Libra ascendant and Taurus moon, or a 5th generation Floridian and freedom loving mystic. She pursues her passion for mythology by writing romances with fairies, goddesses, ghosts, angels, demons, and other magical beings. The Wytchfae world brims with dimensions parallel to our own. Some are welcoming, others dangerous and forbidding. Through the darkest night and the fright of unchained chaos, love will always shine.

Blurb: When The Hawk meets his Wytchfae, the result is spontaneous combustion.
 Garnet McAnna chases the demon responsible for attacking and enslaving innocent fae familiars. She never expected to run headlong into a mesmerizing stranger known as The Hawk. Nor did she anticipate the way his masculine power kindles a womanly flame within her.
 Exiled from an elite warrior's brigade, Lord of Fire Gabriel Hawk guards his heart and his solitude. He wants nothing to do with the world of men or the realm of fae. Then a beautiful Wytchfae bursts into his life, stirring desire and sparking need. Garnet is on a dangerous mission, and he can't let her face the evil alone. What else can he do but fight beside her? When she disappears, he raises hell to find her. Will he be too late? Will darkness conquer this couple or will love burn their souls into one?

Wytchfae 5 - Lord of FireThe Wytchfae World: The realms encountered in the Wytchfae series of paranormal romance / urban fantasy novels are closer to us than a hair’s breadth. These mysterious places are populated with faeries, witches, demons, angels, goddesses, dark guardians, ghosts and other magical beings. The beings dwell in multiple dimensions parallel to our own earth dimension. Some of the worlds are welcoming, others dangerous and forbidding. Through the darkest night and the fright of unchained chaos, love will always shine.
Wytchfae: Trained witches who possess a smattering of fae blood. Although they live on our regular earth plane, some of them visit other worlds as well as other times. Different Wytchfae have different abilities.
Grims: Creatures contained in a certain area of the Underworld.  Unfortunately for humans, their nourishment comes from sucking out a person’s life energy via memories. Grims also relish the taste of human blood.
Remnants: Grims who have degenerated into mindless, zombie-like slugs due to not having access to enough “food.”
Dark Guardians: Powerful male demigods who are in charge of various domains, such as the undersea realm and the empty void between dimensions. They are often heroes of the books.
Tuatha de Danann: Ancient Celtic tribe that inspired the modern vision of fairies.
Firbolg: Enemies of the Tuath.
Succubi: Ruled by the demoness Lilith, a succubus will seduce dreaming men.
Helios: Lords of Fire, warriors with control over fire and other dangerous elemental energies.
Time Singers: Potent Wytchfae with the ability to transport others back and forth in time.

 First Line Teaser: She’d catch the demon tonight if it killed her.
 Memorable Quote: “Garnet McAnna, you’re the hottest woman in thirteen worlds.”
 Excerpt:
Lost in her thoughts, Garnet ran up against something hard and springy, and a sharp point pricked the soft flesh of her thumb. She squeezed off the pain with her other hand.
Damned barbed wire.
She had already made it to the fence line and hadn’t even realized it. Sucking in a deep breath, she cleared her mind to concentrate on the task at hand. She had to edge around the boundary to the north side of this large piece of private property to gain access to the portal. Then she’d hunker down in the bushes and wait on the demon Borros.
Moving swiftly again, she cut a wide swath away from the metal fence. Snorting sounds came from within one of the corrals she had noted early this morning when she skirted the property. Horses and a few cattle had grazed within.
Bearing around the corner to head north toward the portal, a splash of incandescent green appeared and then disappeared in front of her. Startled, she blinked and reached into her coat pocket for the revolver. The weapon lay cold and substantial in her hand. She stilled her body to a midnight silence.
The eerie green reappeared and dashed around her body without spotlighting her in any way. It formed a mysterious elongated glow. She clamped down harder on the gun handle to stop her hand from trembling, while shifting positions to keep the phenomenon in front of her.
Her mind tumbled over possibilities. The light couldn’t be swamp gas, as it seemed to proceed purposefully. Its movement created a slight whirring sound. A will ’o the wisp? Somehow she thought not, but what was it?
The presence darted behind her.
Before she could turn, a warm, corporeal hand covered her own and relieved her of the weapon. Whirling around, she came face to face with—a man.
A gasp escaped her lips. With his substantial height, he towered over her. A faint greenish residue of light illuminated him enough so that the fierce scowl on his face caused her heart to thump into overdrive.
She swallowed, fingering the sheath of one of the knives in her pocket. Damn it, next time she’d bring a backup piece. She forced herself to speak, but despite her efforts, her voice rasped. “Give me back my weapon.”
His sonorous growl reminded her of a feral animal. “Not so fast. What the hell are you doing sneaking around my property with a firearm in the middle of the night?”

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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Please Welcome, The Amazing Romance Author, Kenzie Michaels!

Here's a little bit about my special guest today. Please make Kenzie feel welcome by leaving her a comment today.

Thanks for having me today Tabs!  Reminder, my contest is still going on.  Comment to win your copy of Heart’s Last Chance!  Winners will be chosen at the end of September, so don’t forget to leave your contact information!

When I first began reading erotic romances, they always seemed too short.  What happened once the lovers climbed out of bed and returned to the Real World?  What if someone got a phone call from an ex-lover who suddenly wanted to get back together?  What if plans to see each other for lunch or dinner fell through because of work?  I decided that if I were to ever write an erotic romance, to at least answer the question of ‘what happens next?’
 For the most part, I’ve done this.  Occasionally, you realize many romances may not ‘HEA’ but in actuality, more along the ‘HEA….For Now’ lines. 
 When Brock revealed that he only had a week to gain Tricia’s trust and devotion, I wondered how the hell I was going to handle this.  It’s always been my experience that relationships need a minimum of three months to fully develop, no matter how awesome the chemistry or ‘instant attraction’ may be.  Not everyone is like that; I’ve known couples who’ve met, married after a few weeks, and are still together 20-plus years later. 
 This excerpt shows Tricia struggling with her feelings.  She knows Brock’s time constraints, but a crisis has occurred on his planet, and she is suddenly thrust into a strange family dynamic.  The more time she spends with his family, the more her feelings grow.  What would you do if faced with the knowledge your lover might never again return to Earth if your feelings are insincere toward him?

Blurb:
Everyone has an imaginary friend at some point, right?  Well, what if you discover yours is actually an alien who is
fascinated with Earth? 
 Tricia Alexander's dreams are haunted by a mystery lover.  When she discovers the man she met in a nightclub is from another planet, will she accept his story or kick him out?
 Brock was young Tricia's imaginary friend and confidant, and watched her grow up over the years.  After gaining permission from the leaders of his planet, he sought to bond with her twice before, but with little results.  When he's given a final chance, will he succeed?  Or will a family crisis prove too much?

 Excerpt:
“Brock, it gets better every time. Do you feel this?”
 “I know.” He straightened up on wobbly legs, then assisted her in standing. “Let’s lie down.”
 Brock led her to the bed and pulled back the covers. They slid between the cool sheets and reached for each other, Tricia’s head against Brock’s chest with his arms around her.
 “I love you.” He could barely make out the words.
 What did you say?
 I said I think I love you.
 He felt fresh moisture on his chest. “Tricia, please don’t cry.” Tipping her face upwards,
Brock brushed his thumbs across her lower eyelids, wiping away the tears.
 “I’ve never felt this much passion for a man before, or even this much love inside for another, and it’s only been what, five days?” She sniffed, then burrowed her face in his neck. “I think you’re right, we may be soul mates. Why did I not recognize you the first time?”
 “I don’t think I was patient enough. You did not know what you wanted the first time around. I should have waited a bit longer, but I was afraid of losing you to the wrong man.” He stroked her hair.
 “That wouldn’t have happened. The longest relationship I was in only lasted a year and a half, and I tried to break up with him three times.” Tricia hugged him. “I’d come to realize I was getting bored every three months. Which makes me wonder how I’m going to feel about you in twelve weeks.”
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Monday, September 22, 2014

Today's Very Special Guest: Romance Author--Violet Ingram

Let's give Violet a big welcome. Please leave a comment for her.
Now, here's a little bit about my guest..

Author Bio:

Violet Ingram is a wife, mother, and author. She and her husband have been married for over 24 years and they have 5 children.
Violet’s love of books was the direct result of having spent Saturday mornings going to libraries with her mom. Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, and Encyclopedia Brown were the first books she fell in love with.

Violet lives in the Midwest where she is busy at work on her next book.

Blurb:
Spending time with a dead guy, being interrogated by the cops and getting stitched up by a cute ER doc wasn't exactly the evening plans private investigator Kimberly Murphy envisioned. Especially the getting caught standing over a dead body, again, part. Only this time it wasn't her fault. Just once she’d like it if homicide detective Grant Tompkins didn't assume she was guilty.

To clear her slightly tarnished name, Kim goes after the clever killer while avoiding a certain hot homicide detective determined to put her in handcuffs – and not the pink, fuzzy kind – not that she’d mind. Too bad Kim’s efforts lead to dead ends and even more dead bodies. Kim will need all her skills and a bit of luck to outwit a killer who’d like to put an end to Kim’s meddling permanently.
Excerpt:
Sunday evening
Cops hate it when you vomit all over their crime scene—a mistake I had no desire to repeat. Then again, the fact I’d just trampled all over this scene was probably a whole new mistake I should have avoided. I stared at the corpse and fought the urge to hurl. If only I hadn’t answered the door, I’d be eating dinner instead of standing in my neighbor’s apartment looking at a dead guy.
Said dead guy was just sitting there in the chair. You would think he was asleep—if not for all the blood and guts spilled onto his lap. I tore my eyes from him and asked the question I most wanted the answer to.
“What the heck did you hit him with?”
Lindsay dropped the strand of blonde hair she’d been twirling and glanced down at the floor. “My shoe.”
“Huh?”
“I’ve already told you. Twice. I hit him with my shoe.”
“Damn it, Lindsay, you can’t kill someone with a shoe!”
“Hello, they’re Via Spiga.”

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Sunday, September 7, 2014

Please Make Welcome, Romance Author, M S Spencer

Hello Readers,
Please take a minute to say hi to, M S Spencer, and make her feel welcome. Leave a comment for a chance to win one of Ms. Spencer's novels. Please a way to contact you in case you're the winner.
AUTHOR BIO:
Although she has lived or traveled in every continent except Antarctica and Australia (bucket list), M. S. Spencer has spent the last thirty years mostly in Washington, D.C. as a librarian, Congressional staff assistant, speechwriter, editor, birdwatcher, kayaker, policy wonk, non-profit director and parent. She has two fabulous grown children, and currently divides her time between the Gulf coast of Florida and a tiny village in Maine.

Ms. Spencer has published nine romance novels. The first two, Lost in His Arms and Lost and Found, were published by Red Rose Publishing. The other six—Losers Keepers, Triptych, Artful Dodging: The Torpedo Factory Murders, Mai Tais and Mayhem: Murder at Mote Marine (a Sarasota Romance, Lapses of Memory, and the Mason's Mark —were published by Secret Cravings. Whirlwind Romance, her ninth, was released September 2014.

What do pirates, princes, Puritans, and propaganda have in common? Lacey Delahaye, forager and jelly maker, finds out in this romantic suspense set in the western Caribbean. A randomly chosen comment will win a copy of this wonderful story.
Blurb:
In the aftermath of a hurricane, Lacey Delahaye finds herself marooned on the Gulf coast of Florida with a mysterious man. They are immediately drawn to each other, but before Armand can confess his identity, they are kidnapped and taken far from civilization to a tiny, remarkable island in the western Caribbean. With the help of her son Crispin, a small, but proud young boy named Inigo, and a cadre of extraordinary characters, Lacey and Armand must confront pirates, power-mad ideologues, and palace intrigue if they are to restore the once idyllic tropical paradise to its former serenity and find lasting happiness.

Excerpt (R) : A Wet Reunion
Lacey fidgeted. Inigo said she would see Armand, but when? And how? She enjoyed Maitea’s and Edrigu’s company, but if she didn’t find herself in Armand’s arms soon she’d go stark raving mad.
“Dinner is served.”
They filed into the dining room. Lacey peered into every corner, hoping to see Armand. No one except the butler and a footman peered back. After dinner, Maitea suggested a stroll on the battlements. Lacey lagged behind in case Armand lay in wait for her. Nothing. They did two circuits and, as the moon rose, Maitea yawned. “It’s been a long day. I’m sure you’re tired. Come on, I’ll walk you to your room.”
No one waited for her there either. She even checked the shower just in case. At last, she undressed and lay down. She remembered this room and the bed, and a beautiful night of lovemaking. Now she couldn’t sleep. She went out on the balcony. The moon rode high, walking a carpet of stars. Their myriad needles of light bounced off something below. A terrace? No, a swimming pool. Funny, I didn’t notice it the last time I was here. A swim in the moonlight might relax me. She slipped out of her nightgown, threw on a thin robe, and followed a set of rough, rock-hewn steps down.
At the bottom she found an oval pool, almost hidden by tall pink oleander and night-blooming jasmine. A waterfall tinkled at one end. She slipped into the water. It felt cool against her skin. She floated on her back, gazing up at the sky. Contentment filled her. I can wait for Armand—there’s all the time in the world. Anticipation is half the fun anyway.
The whisper wafted across the ripples. “So you have come back to me.” For a horrible second she thought Damien—or worse, Traficant—had found her. But then a wet head rose next to her and shook the glistening black locks out of a dear face.
“Armand!”
He swam a lap around her. “Who did you expect?”
Dazed, she touched his face. “I’d about given up hope for tonight.”
“I’ve been waiting here for you. Come to me.”
If this were a scene suitable for children, the next few minutes would allude to sighs and chaste kisses. Or there would be a scene break with the words “romantic interlude” accompanied by a little light music.
But it’s not.
Lacey rolled over in the water, placed a hand on Armand’s head and ducked him under. He came up spitting and laughing. “That’s no way to treat a prince.”
“That’s the way I treat my princes. Where have you been, anyway?”
Armand didn’t answer. He ducked under the water again. In the dark Lacey felt something gently touch her thigh, then pull it to the right. Bubbles rose up under her, tickling the lips of her vagina. She twisted, trying to cross her legs to get away from the sensation. A hand grabbed her other thigh and dragged it to the left. Lips replaced the bubbles, then a tongue speared her unprotected channel, darting in and out, prodding the nub of her clitoris. She took hold of Armand’s shoulders and pulled his head closer. The orgasm kindled. Just as she slid over the edge, Armand’s head came up. He gasped and sucked in a mouthful of air. “Armand, I was almost there! Why did you stop?”
He panted, “If you want more, you’ll have to allow me to breathe now and then.”
 “All right—go ahead and rest a bit. Catch your breath.” She dropped below the surface, circling around to Armand’s rear. Reaching between his legs, she hefted his balls and rolled them in her hand. His fingers gently pried her hand away and pulled her between his thighs. His cock, hard as a shillelagh, bobbed before her. She caught it with her mouth and ran her tongue around it. Armand kicked his feet and rose to the surface, bringing Lacey with him. He held on to the coping with one hand to stabilize them and let Lacey finish her work. “Oh God, Lacey, that’s it!” Warm, creamy semen spurted out, dissipating in the water.
Armand swung her around so her back was to the pool wall and straddled her.
“Have you caught your breath yet?”
“Oh, yes.” He held her waist and let the still rigid penis slide into her waiting pussy. The soft water cradled them as they moved in rhythm, making their own waves. In the dark Lacey could make out little except the saffron flashes in Armand’s eyes. She kept her gaze locked on them while his thrusts lifted her almost out of the water. Like dolphins mating, they breached and plunged until the moment when man touched the innermost part of woman and fused. The wire connecting them across the miles, a wire that had been stretched almost to its limit, recoiled into its natural shape—a spring tightly coiled around them as they clung together.
Armand wrapped Lacey in his arms. “It’s been so long,” he whispered. He kissed the top of her head, her forehead, her nose. “I've imagined this moment—”
“Every day, every hour—”
“Every second.”
His lips fastened on hers.
*****
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