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Wading slowly toward the white object fluttering in the half-light, she made out a hand. She edged closer, batting at mangrove spider webs. “Hello?” The whisper came low and raspy. “Help….me.”

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Happy Thanksgiving from Florida!

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday—revolving as it does around food and family (and football and beer). It helps that it can be celebrated in any climate or country—unlike the 4th of July or Christmas. I've enjoyed many a Thanksgiving in New England, buried under red and gold leaves, roasting chestnuts, and drinking hot buttered rum before a flickering fire. I've also (more recently) spent Thanksgiving in sunny Florida.

I have come to cherish Florida—its colors, its sounds, its people, its extraordinary history, its varied geography. But today, for Thanksgiving, I'd like to focus on the sounds of Florida and why they make it so special.

Most of Florida's sounds come from nature, but not all. My island, a flat barrier key twelve miles long, is a mecca for cyclists. Every morning long lines of them race along the single highway. I can hear them coming behind me—a few shouts as they encourage each other, a thrumming of pedals revolving, and then the whoosh as the fleet passes, speeding on.

Offering its share of sounds, the Gulf of Mexico lies steps from my home. My favorite is the snap, crackle, pop seashells at low tide make when the waves flood over them. Then, if you listen closely as the wave recedes, you can hear the thrip thrip of dozens of coquinas as they bury themselves in the sand. Chasing after them, bills pistoning in and out, are the sanderlings and plovers, their high-pitched chittering filling the air. Above them comes the euphoric shriek when a tern snags a silvery minnow for his lady love.

Some days the din of  bird cries can be deafening—the crank of the great blue heron flying low across the sand to land with a fluffing of feathers, the squawk of laughing gulls, and the chip chip of an osprey, his call resembling more that of a toddler searching for his mother than a merciless raptor.

In the bayous of the island you can hear the booming rap-a-tap-tap of the pileated woodpecker long before you see him, and the raucous squeals of a black-headed parrot troupe infesting a sabal palm. A soft whuffing from a canal tells you a manatee has risen from his feast of turtle grass for a breath of air. Then there's the splash of mullet leaping high out of the water for no one knows what reason—followed by the splat as they strike the surface.

Here in Florida even the plants talk. We have many palms—sabal, coconut, Chinese thatch, silver, Royal, Queen. Their fronds continuously die and slough off—making a walk in a palm forest a symphony of cracks and rustles, as the brown fronds slide down the trunks to make way for the new leaves. As they fall, they send thousands of brown and green anoles skittering into the underbrush.

Behind my house is a mangrove swamp, which teems with muggy sound—whistling tree frogs, scrabbling mangrove crabs, the slurp of  fiddler crabs as they are sucked back into the mud. The eeriest music comes from the mangroves themselves as they bend and scrape each other when the tide comes in. In the quiet you can sometimes hear the tap tap of an ibis or a yellow-crowned night heron stepping delicately among the red mangrove roots to catch tiny fish.

The sounds of Florida are both exotic and comforting. They remind me of the crazy diversity of life on this planet, and the joy that all God's creatures have in the gift of that life. For these, as for my own life and family, I am thankful.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

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Tuesday, November 18, 2014

The Lord of Fire Descends--Flossie Benton Rogers' New Paranormal Romance

She’d catch the demon tonight if it killed her.

Thus spake Garnet McAnna, heroine of Flossie Benton Rogers new installment in the acclaimed paranormal series, Wytchfae.

Please welcome my friend and wonderful author, Flossie Benton Rogers! Not only does she want to talk about her new book, but she is giving away a $25 Amazon gift certificate, a signed copy of Dark Lords, and three Lord of Fire ebooks! Enter the Rafflecopter for a chance to win.

Hi! Flossie Benton Rogers here. Your website is lovely, and I appreciate your poetry so much. Thank you for featuring Lord of Fire today. First, I thought we’d take a look at the Wytchfae world that permeates each book in the series, as well as examine the definition of a Wytchfae.

The World of Wytchfae: Closer to us than a hair’s breadth are the realms encountered in the Wytchfae series of paranormal romance / urban fantasy novels. 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: A Wytchfae is a trained witch who has at least a drop of fae or faery blood thrumming through her veins. This bloodline back to ancient Celtic times heightens her powers over what mere training can do. A Wytchfae resides on the human earth plane but sometimes has occasion to travel back and forth in time and also to visit the Underworld and other parallel dimensions. A man can be a witch and have fae blood but is not called a Wytchfae. He is usually called a male witch, warlock or sorcerer. Different Wytchfae have different skills and various levels of power. Garnet McAnna, the Wytchfae heroine in Lord of Fire, has great tracking ability but also likes to play with knives and guns.

Fascinating, Flossie. Would you tell us a bit about your new release, Lord of Fire – Wytchfae 5?


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?

Excerpt (PG)

Wanting to disturb his personal space as little as possible, she breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of an ice-blue button down dress shirt on a hanger. It fell to her knees but covered all the pertinent areas rather like a robe. It would do fine.

Only after buttoning it did she catch the smell that lingered on the shirt—his scent—lime and the clean outdoors with an undertone of erotic male. He had worn it recently. Her nipples puckered. Damn, she wasn’t used to having such an immediate attraction to a man.

Stuffing her mutilated clothes into the bathroom trash, she was standing at the counter refilling her cup with coffee when he returned.

His gaze raked down her legs to her bare feet and then swept back up to meld with hers.
An electrical spark surged between them.

He moved closer. The heat he generated encircled her, making her ultra-aware of her body and the sinfully handsome male standing beside her. His nearness had a hypnotic effect on her.

His fingertips tugged at the collar of the shirt she wore. “You’ve taken a bath.”

“A quick wash. I hope you don’t mind…I borrowed…” The breath left her.

“I don’t mind.” His voice slid like rough silk over her skin, brushing the nerve endings into action.
She should take her coffee and sit down, but her legs refused to move.

A warm finger traced the curve of her chin. “No more smudges.” His fleeting smile melted something in the region of her heart.

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Flossie Benton Rogers is the author of the Wytchfae paranormal romance series. She is Sagittarius with a Libra ascendant and Taurus moon, or a fifth-generation Floridian and freedom loving mystic. She pursues her passion for mythology by writing romances about mysterious magical beings. A former teacher and library director, she enjoys spending her time with family and friends, and seeking out new stories to uplift and entertain.

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Saturday, November 15, 2014


Oops! Senior moment... While my SECOND review for Whirlwind Romance, from Roses and Thorns, is a keeper, I can't forget to mention my FIRST review, from Night Owl Reviews. Here's a quote:

"M.S. Spencer sweeps in and delivers a unique romantic story that jumps [straight] in to the action and never lets up. Lacey Delahaye is definitely not the average heroine in a typical romance, however she quickly won me over in this suspenseful adventure. After all how can you not be impressed by a woman who heads out into the Florida wilderness during a hurricane. Armand is like a fairy tale prince come to life, only with real flaws and virtues. His speech pattern was endearing and I could "listen" to him for hours. I enjoyed the accompanying information with this story as I love learning about new things. If you are looking for an entertaining romantic suspense with some fantastic characters then this is a great choice."

I am looking forward to a third, unless there's one already lurking out there...