Friday, December 05, 2014

Wounded Warriors Project Blog Hop

Christmas is about family, tradition and memories.  Through the years I've kept up with my grandmother's tradition of making Christmas cookies, which I might add I love doing and sharing.

This past year, after being a single parent for 17 years, I met the love of my life and got married three months later.  Now we are making our own traditions and box full of memories.

For the first time in over ten years, I have taken out Christmas decoration, which were packed away with no future to be seen again, expect for being passed on to my kids. But not this year. 
My husband John and I combined our Christmas decorations, decorated all three floors of our townhouse transporting our home into a winter wonderland. My four foot tree is fully decorated in the den and his eight foot tree is in my living room with a collaboration of both our ornaments making for the perfect tree.

We bought new ornament and decoration to make our new memories to go with our new life together. This year my life turned into a real life romance novel, giving hope to all that true romance/love comes when you least expect it.

I wish everyone a happy and healthy holiday season full of love and happiness.

A special thank you to our military who fight for our freedom and protect our country.  And to all the Wounded Warriors, there is always a place in my heart for you.  I lost my 20 year old cousin Lance Corporal Robbie Martinez on December 1, 2005 to a roadside bombing. True hero you men and women are.

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Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Guest Blogger: Flossie Benton Rogers

I have a very special guest blogging today.  Paranormal author, Flossie Benton Rodgers will be sharing a tidbit of her new novel Lord of Fire Whtchfae Book 5 in the series. If you love paranormal, you will enjoy reading Flossie's whole series.

Please join me in welcoming Flossie.

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?

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.”

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?”

Buy Links:
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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.

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Thursday, July 03, 2014


Welcome to The Freedom Hop.  This is a great way to thank all the service men who have dedicated their lives to serving our country.  I'd also want to recognize the police, fireman and EMS workers who work to help us every day.

What better way to thank all the men and women who serve our country then honor this year the police who are out on the street every day keeping us safe.

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 Excerpt from THE BOARDWALK

When she heard strains of guitar in the distance, her memories faded away. She hadn’t heard the music in days. Now that she finally had the time, she planned to find the musician who brought such sweet melodies to her ears.
The music led her to the jungle gym by the bocce ball courts. A few days ago she heard the same Beatles song being played at the opposite end of the boardwalk at Midland Beach/Miller Field. She decided to investigate, walking the path under the trees in the shade, blocking her from the intense heat of the sun.
She spotted the musician, a guitarist, who sat with his back to her, and she listened as he changed his style from classical to a blues-jazz number. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes. For a brief moment, she felt the music flow through her, sending a chill down her overheated body.
Across the bocce ball courts hung American and Italian flags along with a banner announcing the semi-finals of the Italian-American Bocce Ball Association. The guitarist gathered an audience of men and women clapping from the courts. When he began playing again, they turned their attention back to the game.
Brooklyn moved closer, listening to his muse. At the close of the song, he looked up and their gazes met. Raven eyes enhanced his jet-black hair that was neatly pulled back into a two-inch long ponytail. His bronzed skin from the summer sun and lips were oh so inviting.
“Beautiful music.” After she spoke, Brooklyn knew she sounded like a complete idiot.
“Thank you.” He stood, putting his acoustic guitar down on the wooden bench. “I’m glad you enjoyed the tunes.”
“Are you the same musician who plays down the other end on the beach by Miller Field?”
“Yes I am. I move around every so often sharing my music.”
Brooklyn tried not to stare, but couldn’t help it he was gorgeous. His muscles bulged out of his white T-shirt, displaying a tribal print cuff on his left forearm. “I’m glad I ran into you today,” she said staring at him from behind her dark sunglasses.
“You come down here often?” he asked in a husky voice.
“I’m down here everyday.”
“Maybe I’ll catch you again.”
Brooklyn dropped a five-dollar bill into the guitar case before jogging back onto the boardwalk. What a wonderful way to start her day. She headed toward the fishing pier, humming the guitarist’s tune.



Friday, May 30, 2014

Welcome to this weeks Tuesday Tales to the word prompt bottom.  This is the continual story of my WIP From Me to You.

“Please Sophia tell me what’s going on.”
“Come on, follow me up to my bedroom. I will be better able to explain what’s going on.”
Erika walked close behind and followed her into the bedroom.  Sophia stood in front of the walk-in closet, opened the door and walked in.  Erika leaned against the door and Sophia stood with the monitor in her hand.
“You see, I planted it here.” She pointed to the floor, moved the shoebox to the side, and placed the monitor back on the floor.  “The plug is over here behind the shoe rack so there was no way he could see it. Besides,” she said waving her hands, “he never walks into my closet.”

“Okay.  And I still don’t understand what the baby monitor has to do with anything.”
“I took the walky-talky part of it and sat outside in the car around the corner listening to see if anything was taking place.  I did this for close to a week.  Just when I thought I imaged things and was going to throw out the monitor, something told me to check it out one last time.”
Tears began filling Sophia’s eyes as she sat on the edge of her bed.  Erika grabbed the last few tissues from the bottom of the box and handed them to her.  Erika broke down twice in a day was something she never expected.  Erika started to feel bad about moving away, not being able to be there for Sophia like she was for her, but there was no turning back.
Sophia stopped crying and her sadness turned into rage. She turned around, blew her nose and faced Erika.  “I sat around the corner in front of Betty’s house. I ready to shut the walky-talky off when my cell phone rang. 
I spoke to the receptionist from work and became distasted when I heard Brian’s voice come over the walky-talky.  I hung up and listened as he spoke.  I tried to figure out the other sounded so familiar...but it couldn’t be...I didn’t want it to be.”
“Who was he with?” 
“I don’t know how to tell you, or even how to describe the way I felt when I realized who the mystery person was.  How could I have been so damn stupid not to realize it?”
“You are not stupid.  You are a kind and loving person.  You always trusted people and always found the good in everyone.”
“Erika you don’t get it, do you?”
“No.  I guess I’m the one being stupid,” Erika said crossing my arms, fearing the worst.
“My husband is having an affair with another man.”

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Monday, May 12, 2014

Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt Mother

Welcome to this weeks Tuesday Tales to word prompt Mother.  I'd like to wish all the ladies a Happy Mother's Day. This is the next scene from my WIP.

Erika was taken back by her gesture.  Sophia wasn’t one to cry or show any emotion.  The last time she cried was at her mother’s funeral over ten years ago.  Even then, she made a quick recovery explaining she understood he was sick and that it was his time.
The pain Sophia had been enduring all this time became evident, something she didn’t see cloud with her own divorce.  Reaching out, Erika placed her hand on Sophia’s shoulder as Sophia rested her head against her chest sobbing.
“Talk to me.  What’s going on?”
“I don’t know where to begin.”
“Before you start, tell me why didn’t confide in me that there were problems in your marriage?”
“I wanted to but the timing wasn’t right,” Sophia said wiping her tears.  “The night I came over to talk to you is the night I saw you sitting on the porch in the dark on that old dilapidated wooden rocking chair with bloodshot eyes and tears streaming down your cheeks.  Do you remember?”
Sighing, “How could I ever forget.  That was the night I told you about Richie’s infidelity.”  Erika covered her mouth with her hands and gasped for air. “I’m so sorry Sophia I occupied your time with my problems, when you needed my shoulder to cry on.  I feel absolutely awful.”
“Don’t.  I wanted to be there for you.  My problem was just a hunch. I sorted through things, making sure I collected ample proof of what I thought was going on.”
“And do you?”  Erika asked hoping the answer was no.
“Yes I do and it sickens my stomach knowing what went on under my roof all these years.”  Half laughing she continued, “you will be quite impressed in the way I caught him.”
“You have my curiosity at an all-time high.”
“Oh, you are going to love this.  I guess I’ve been reading too many romance mystery books.”
“Since when do you read romantic mysteries?”
“Since you’ve carried the complete line of Lady Mysteries in your store,” she laughed.  “I guess you didn’t realize I was used your book cafĂ© as a library. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.  Now come on and tell me.”
“You’re going to laugh, but I got the idea of using the old baby monitor to nail him, when I had it in my hand and was about to throw it in the garbage,” Sophia proudly stated.
“You lost me. What does the baby monitor have to do with nailing your husband?”
“I’m not going to tell you, I’m going to show you.”  Pointing to the door she asked, “when do you expect the movers?”
“I’m not certain, but I think probably within the hour.”
“Good,” she said grabbing my hand, “then you have time to come across the street. I’ll show you exactly what I did.”
Sophia held onto her hand as they walked across the street to her big white Victorian house.  A white picket fence surrounded her house. To Erika it represented the perfect enclosure for the perfect couple.
“Come on in.  I’m going to show you exactly what I did.  You’re never going to believe it, in fact you are going to be quite proud of the fact I thought of it.”
“You’re losing me.  Let’s go back to the baby monitor.  What does any of this have to do with it?”
“I’m sorry I’m confusing you.  It’s just that it is so hard for me to talk about this.  I feel so ashamed and worthless.”
“Oh no, don’t ever think that.”
“When you hear the story you will understand why I am feeling the way I am.”

Sunday, May 11, 2014

My Book Boyfriend Blog Hop

Welcome to My Book Boyfriend Blog Hop.  I am so excited to be a part of this and to be able to share with you one of my boyfriends from my WIP The Right Pitch.

A man in uniform, especially athletes is an instant turn on for me.  I love sports and enjoy watching the game as much as I love the men in their uniforms.  That's why I have brought  the sports theme back into my books.  Creating the main character, especially during baseball season makes the story more realistic.

Richie Raggalio is every women's dream.  He is tall, slender yet muscular, smooth olive complexion and throws a mean fastball.  When his big brown eyes stare you down, you melt, yearning to feel his lips crushed against yours. 

He has a ninety-eight miles an hour fastball, and beware, when he throws his curve ball.  His uniform hugs every muscle in his body perfectly, not leaving any sag in his tight muscle butt.  When the ball releases from his hand, you feel goose bumps run up and down your arms.  At the end of each inning, he comes off the field with a grin on his face that makes your body melt even more. 

An undercover detective in The Boardwalk and  Rock Star in Roses and two other heroes in those book who show that tough man can have a soft heart when the right woman comes his way.

I will be giving away a copies of The Boardwalk and Roses.  Leave me a comment telling me what your favorite occupation is of the characters you love most along with your email address so I can contact you at the end of the hop.




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Monday, May 05, 2014

Welcome to this week's Tuesday Tales to the word prompt free.
I am so excited to be back on board with this wonderful group of authors.
To bring you up-to-date, Erika is moving from the house she shared with her husband and kids.  She is now divorced and moving on with her life.  I left off with Erika and her best friend Sophia reflecting on the past and now Erika's future.

“I have to admit I’m a tad bit jealous of your new beginning.”
“The adventure...the thrill of being free...the newness...”
“The newness of what?”
“Of starting over again.  The thrill of the first kiss...the first time he touches you...”
“If anything is going to be touching me under the covers, it’s going to be the vibrator you bought me last Christmas.”
“And is it still in the box?”  Sophia asked leaning her shoulder into hers.
“Don’t be a wise ass,” Erika laughed.  “You know how I feel about using toys.  If I’m going to have any kind of orgasm, it’s going to be with a real man.”
“Well at least you know it’s there just in the event it doesn’t happen any time soon.”  Giggling she added, “just think of it this way, it stays hard all the time, it does the job, and when you’re done you don’t have to make any meaningless conversation with it.  You wrap it back in the black silk scarf and bury it under your mattress for easy access.”
“You’re such a pig,” Erika smiled and stood.  “Is that what you do?”
“Everybody does it, except I’m the only one who admits it.”
       “I don’t understand.  I thought sex with Brian was flawless.  You told me every time you made love the roof flew off the house.”
“Yeah, in my dreams.”

“If things weren’t so good, then why didn’t you tell me?  We’re supposed to be there for each other.  Without you wouldn’t have made it through the whole ordeal of my divorce.”
“You’re stronger than you’re willing to admit.  If Brian did that to me, I would have had a breakdown. You don’t realize how strong a woman you are.”
“I do and like I told you, I have you to thank.  You helped me through one of the worst times in my life and for that I will be forever grateful.”
“One day I’m going to be knocking on our door. I wish I had the guts to walk away from my marriage.”
Erika’s eyebrows flew up.  Hearing that Sophia’s marriage was in turmoil, took her by surprise. She really did a great job of hiding her misery.
“You better start running your mouth.”  Erika walked across the room and leaned against the windowsill. 
Sophia played with the ashes in the fireplace with a twig that remained unmarred, not making eye contact with Erika. After a brief period of silence, she broke the twig in half and threw it back into the fireplace.
She walked across the room and leaned on the windowsill a few feet from Erika.  Sophia’s hands sat in her lap clenched as she rocked back and forth.  Erika remained silent, giving Sophia a chance to regroup her emotions.  Why didn’t she confide in her so she could have given Sophia the support she needed?
“It’s funny,” Sophia began, “but something wasn’t right for the longest time and I chose to ignore all the warning signs.”
“Are you telling me Brian is having an affair?”
“I don’t think so...not the way you’re thinking.”  There was a long beat before Sophia put her face in her hands and cried.