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Tabitha,
thank you for having me here today to talk about my paranormal romance Wytchfae
Runes, released by Secret Cravings Publishing on October 17, 2012.
Bio:
Flossie
Benton Rogers is a former teacher and library director. She began writing fairy
tales at an early age and is grateful for the opportunity to again pursue her
passion for mythology by writing romances about fairies, goddesses, demons, and
other magical beings. A fifth generation Floridian, Flossie enjoys spending
time with family and seeing new places. She is always on the lookout for
romantic, adventurous story ideas to share with readers. She shares a home with
her husband Mr. R and basset hound Daisy Josette.
Blurb:
A
faery witch or Wytchfae, Kelly O’Day’s job is to transition ghosts to their
afterlife. When she falls for sexy Viking ghost Ingvar Hrothson she breaks the
rule against personal involvement.
Cursed
over a thousand years ago to roam the earth as a restless spirit, Ingvar is
hell bent on two things—save his sister and destroy the evil sorceress
responsible for her death. He needs Kelly to help him go back in time. Hating
all forms of dark power, he never dreamed he would be bewitched by a flesh and
blood woman with magical powers.
Kelly
and Ingvar battle sinister forces and multiple attempts on their lives. With
their attraction approaching supernova, the couple must decide whether their
romance of a lifetime is also worth fighting for.
Excerpt:
A
deep sigh escaped Kelly. Feeling luxuriously content with Ingvar’s arms around
her, his hands restless against her back, she didn’t want to open her eyes.
Thick cobwebs clouded her mind, and she wondered if she had passed out and was
dreaming or if the Dark Man had transported her and Ingvar someplace where they
could be alone together. It didn’t seem to matter much as she nestled closer
and breathed in the Viking’s tantalizing, uniquely male scent that aroused her
deepest female sensuality. His chest felt taut beneath her cheek. She craned
her neck and pressed her lips to the warm column of his throat. Real, oh my goddess, so deliciously real.
She nipped at his flesh, thrilling to the sound of his indrawn breath.
The
brush of his mouth against her ear elicited a gasp, and shivers of electricity
danced across her heated skin. She didn’t realize the hollow of her collarbone
was such a sensitive spot until his fingers lingered there, his mouth
following. Her breath became erratic when his hand moved down to cup her
breast. Her nipples hardened in response, and the soft lace of her bra felt
confining. His legs tightened against hers, and she trembled when he squeezed
her bottom. She reveled in the heat of his body as he gathered her closer. His
increasingly fevered movements added flickers of flame to her already stirred
senses.
Her
hip moved restlessly beneath his hand, and the soft flesh of her belly burned
when the backs of his fingers dipped into the rim of her pants. She curled her
leg around his thigh and adjusted herself to his masculine body. A startled
moan escaped her as she became aware of his erection. She undulated,
experiencing a delightful witchy decadence. That her touch aroused him
heightened her sense of feminine power.
“Kelly.”
Rough and ragged, he whispered her name.
“Are
we drunk?” she whispered.
“I
have been drunk on you since the first moment I saw you.”
“How
did we get here, Ingvar?”
“The
Dark Man’s doing, I wager.”
She
rubbed her body against his.
“Kelly,
if you keep on doing that…”
“What
will you do, Ingvar?”
He
groaned. “Explode.”
She
fumbled with the fastenings of his trousers.
Clutching
her wrists, he lifted her hands up to his shoulders. “Sweetling, our first
moments together like this…let me pleasure you.” His mouth came down fully on
hers, sweeping her up into intensifying flames.
She
was dimly aware of his hand wrenching at the zipper of her pants, and then
slipping inside her silk panties to her heated core. In moments his deft
fingers had her thrashing in his arms while his mouth and thrusting tongue
continued their honeyed siege.
She
broke away from his lips and whimpered. “Ingvar, it’s t-too much. I’ll…”
“Not
yet, sweetling. Not just yet. When it happens, I want you to remember it.” He
used the palm of his hand to gentle her, before beginning to stroke again.
With
his free hand, he lifted her blouse. She arched her back when his tongue
encircled a lace adorned nipple.
Fire
blazed up her spine.
He
kissed his way back up to her trembling lips. Plunging inside her mouth, his
tongue moved in deep rhythm with the strokes of his fingers below.
Under
his touch, Kelly shattered into a million pieces.
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