Saturday, October 27, 2012

Meet Today's Amazing Paranormal Romance Author, Flossie Benton Rogers!

Good Morning Readers,
Please make welcome, romance author, Flossie Benton Rogers. She'd love it if you'd leave her a comment.

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.
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.

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.
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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Tabitha Shay said...

Welcome, Flossie,
Love, Love, Love your cover. Excerpts not bad, either, lol....Best of luck...Tabs

Flossie Benton Rogers said...

Thanks, Tabs. It's a pleasure to be on your site today!

Jennifer Simpkins said...

Great post ladies. Wishing you tons of luck, Flossie.

Rosanna Leo said...

Awesome post and excerpt! Sounds like one for my TBR pile! Thank you!

Flossie Benton Rogers said...

Thanks for stopping by, Jennifer and Rosanna. I appreciate the TBR.