Posted by: Author | December 13, 2013

Friday Facts- December 13, 2013- National Cocoa Day

Today is National Cocoa Day and it’s even cool enough in the panhandle of Florida to enjoy a cup. I hope you will join me in a toast to the Mayan people (yes, the same ones with the inaccurate calendar) who created the first chocolate drink. They passed this on to the Aztecs who made it an integral part of their culture in the 1400s. Europeans discovered it when they came to the new world. They took it back to the continent with them and only the wealthiest of people could afford to drink it since it was quite expensive. The Aztecs even used cocoa beans for currency.
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Thank goodness cocoa became more affordable. Can you imagine life without it? *gasp*

Do you know the difference in hot cocoa and hot chocolate? Hot cocoa uses cocoa powder and sugar and hot chocolate uses melted chocolate.

I hear that hot cocoa can settle upset stomachs and aid in digestion. It also has antioxidants that can help prevent cancer and can have a positive effect on your arteries’ health. So, what are you doing still sitting here? Where’s your cocoa? I’m headed toward the kitchen myself.

Today, I have fellow Floridian and friend, Flossie Benton Rogers with me as my guest. She’s a really neat lady and her newest book takes place in an era near and dear to my heart. Check out her dictionary and blurb of her new book which will be available soon at Secret Cravings Publishing.

FLOSSIE: Many thanks to friend and fellow Secret Cravings author Jillian Chantal for inviting me here to talk about my new paranormal romance to be released in mid-December, Mind Your Goddess – Wytchfae 3.

In the book the Goddess Epona gets yanked out of the fae realm and onto the human earth plane. At the same time she plunges back in time to the Jazz Age of the Roaring Twenties, an era of speakeasies, flappers, and prohibition. Today I thought I’d share with you a smattering of the popular slang from that interesting period. You can hear many of the terms in the musical play and movie Chicago. Some of the colorful language is still in use today.

Bee’s knees or cat’s meow or snake’s hips: wonderful
Crush: infatuation
Daddy: a younger woman’s wealthy boyfriend
Dead soldier: empty booze bottle
Dogs: feet
Doll: pretty woman
Double cross: to cheat or deceive
Dough or jack or kale or scratch: money
Flapper: a trendy, non-traditional, independent minded young woman
Gin mill: a cheap speakeasy
Gold-digger: a woman who chases a man for his money
Heebie-jeebies or screaming meemies: the shakes
Hootch or hooch: liquor
Java or joe: coffee
Sap: a fool
Speakeasy: a bar selling illegal liquor
Tomato: a sexy woman
Whoopee: wild fun

Sources: http:home.earthlink.net/~dlarkins/slang-pg.htm
http://www.phrases.org.uk

MIND YOUR GODDESS – WYTCHFAE 3
by Flossie Benton Rogers

Cool jazz and hot kisses…
The Goddess Epona awakens in the Roaring 20’s. Can this flapper summon the razzle dazzle to reclaim her powers and the heart of her dark Guardian?
Opening Paragraph: Epona massaged her numb derriere, stimulating the blood flow after hours of sitting and listening to the pleas, complaints, and often preposterous wishes of supplicants. Bring back my man—put a curse on my rival—as if the Goddess of fruitfulness dealt in curses—make me pretty. Didn’t anyone care about bountiful crops anymore? Or babies?
Teaser: He took her in his arms once more, his aura winding around her, cocooning the two of them in tendrils of delicious heat. His low voice and words drugged her senses. “You are my Goddess, and you always will be.”
Book Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1gdw7kq4aY&feature=youtube_gdata&noredirect=1
Connect with Flossie:
Website: http://flossiebentonrogers.com
Blog: http://flossiebentonrogers.com/blog/
Facebook: http://facebook.com/FlossieBentonRogers
Facebook author page: http://facebook.com/FlossieBentonRogersAuthor
Twitter: http://twitter.com/FrostFyre
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/Wytchfae
Amazon Author Page: http://amazon.com/author/flossiebentonrogers
Goodreads Author Page: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6553203.Flossie_Benton_Rogers
LinkedIn: http://www.linkedin.com/in/flossiebentonrogers
Thanks again, Jillian, for your hospitality!

Posted by: Author | December 11, 2013

Wordless Wednesday

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The eighteenth amendment to the US Constitution otherwise known as the Volstead Act was a spectacular failure. It saw the beginning of organized crime in this country with the illegal sales of alcohol and speakeasys. The 21st amendment repealed the eighteenth and the last state to ratify the amendment was Utah on December 5, 1933 which by my math was 80 years ago yesterday.

To celebrate my right to buy liquor, I made Fireball Whiskey cupcakes. I found the recipe on another blog which you can find here. I must say, they turned out quite nice. Tasty and light.

redemptionforthedevilcoverart-1I also have a funny story about my story, Redemption for the Devil. It started in Ireland and the main characters worked their way across the Atlantic Ocean in the bar of the ship. I was writing away and then got them to New York Harbor. When I was thinking about where to put the heroine to work as a lounge singer, I slapped my forehead and said, “Crap, the Volstead Act, now what?” So, easy peasy, I moved her to Chicago where she met a gangster and went to work in his speakeasy.

Easy peasy, speakeasy. Lol. Just realized how stupid that sounded but I’m leaving it in.

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Posted by: Author | December 4, 2013

Wordless Wednesday

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Posted by: Author | December 3, 2013

A Little Bit of Holly

Last year during the Christmas season, I accepted a challenge to write a 500 word story with HOLLY in it. I thought I’d share it again this year since tis the season again.
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“Yeouch. That hurt.” Alana put her bloody index finger in her mouth and sucked on it.
“Grabbing a holly plant by the leaf is asking for it, isn’t it?” Her friend Norah asked with a giggle.
“I love how sympathetic you are. Come on. We’ve gotta go. I wanted some holly to decorate my mantel but I didn’t want to lose a limb in the process.”
Norah glanced about then looked at Alana and whispered, “Don’t turn around but here comes that guy you had a crush on in tenth grade.”
Before Alana could process whom Norah meant, a handsome dark-haired man in a polo shirt and khakis was at her elbow.
“How are you?” He smiled.
His dimples reminded Alana immediately of the days she mooned over him in biology class before he’d moved away. “I’m fine, but having an issue with the holly,”
He reached up and easily took down a massive amount. “You just have to know how to handle it. Kind of like handling a woman.” He winked.
Norah raised her brows and walked off.
Alana, hands on hips, said, “You’ve got to explain that one.”
“Holly is like a woman. She can be beautiful but sometimes put up barriers to intimacy. Those are the spiny parts of the leaves. She can also say things that may make a man not want to be around. That’s the poison in the berries. A man with a gentle touch can tame the wildness and bitterness and hold her in his arms with no problem.”
“Well, you’re some salesman. I’ll take the holly.” Alana held out her arms for the branches.
“You might hurt yourself. Maybe I should deliver it?”
“Wow, I didn’t know this Christmas tree lot made deliveries. That would be great. Do you offer decorating services as well?”
“No, but I offer to take you to dinner.” His smile made her knees weak.
“Sure but I have to take Norah home. What time do you get off?”
“I can meet you in an hour. How about the Italian place across the street? After, I can take the holly to your house.”
“Okay. Let me pay for it. I’ll see you in an hour.”
“I’ll get it. You can pay me later.”
She smiled, caught up to her friend and dashed home to change clothes.
She made it to the restaurant a few minutes late. She walked in and gasped. James, the guy from biology class was dressed in an expensive suit. There was no one in the place but him and two waiters. Holly was draped on every surface and a hundred candles glowed.
“What’s this?” Alana smiled.
“A nice dinner for two.”
“How can you afford to close a restaurant as a Christmas tree salesman?”
“I own this place. It was your mistake to think I worked at the lot.”
“So now what?”
“We dine and then I show you how I hold a woman as if she were holly.”
Alana shivered in anticipation.

A Christmas Story is a movie that everyone in my family likes to watch and quote. It’s such a fun movie and gives great entertainment value in citing different parts of it. We love it so much that I even gave my sister the “fra-gill-ie” leg lamp one year for Christmas. It’s a cute night light she uses in her bathroom all year.

Jean Shepherd wrote the story and also narrates the movie. The reason that it’s this week’s Friday fact is that the 30th anniversary of its release day is this month. 30 years of fun, baby brother in a snow suit, Santa shoving a kid down a slide, washing Ralphie’s mouth out with soap, triple dog dares, and frozen tongues. What better way to welcome the season?

Posted by: Author | November 28, 2013

Happy Thanksgiving!

I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving full of food, fun and drama-free family time!

If you get bored and need a read, here’s the blurb and an excerpt from my newest story: All I Want for Christmas is a One Night Stand.

Blurb:
Attorney Anna Kincaid doesn’t celebrate Christmas. It’s been a time of loss and sadness for her for too many years.

Matteo Sanchez, a criminal prosecutor, has been searching for the right woman for more years than he cares to recall.

In a local deli, Matteo, seated at the next table overhears a conversation Anna has with her friends that she wants a one night stand for Christmas. The next day, he introduces himself to her at the local bar association Christmas party. After an evening of passion, Anna discovers that Matteo knew about her wish before meeting her. Believing him to be a stalker and a cad, she throws him out of her house. Christmas may prove to be her enemy yet again.

Excerpt:

Her phone on the top of the table also kept vibrating with messages from Gina about the stupid bar party that night. Gina had a date and so did Renee and they wanted her to come and be with them. She had no doubt that they would hunt her down if she didn’t agree to go. Damn them. It was so not what she wanted to do. She wanted these depositions to end so she could go home, put on a cozy robe and have cocoa.

It didn’t seem that was going to happen and sure enough, when the day was over and she stepped out of her office to head home, Renee and Gina were standing there.

“Come on. We’re getting ready at Renee’s.” Gina took Anna by the arm.

“I told you I didn’t want to go. What’s so hard to understand about that?”

“We understand. We’re just not letting you do it. You need to get over being Scrooge and get into the party spirit,” Gina said.

“I don’t like Christmas.” Anna wanted to stomp her feet.

“Look, you like Halloween, right?” Renee asked.

“Yeah. I do. So what?”

Gina pulled Anna down the street. “So, let’s pretend it’s a Halloween party and someone has decorated their haunted house as a Christmas house. Can you do that?”

Anna laughed then. “You’re crazy.” She looked over her shoulder. “Both of you.”

“At least you’re laughing now. Come one. We got you a great dress to wear.” Renee jogged to catch up as they headed to the parking deck.

After changing at Renee’s house, Anna and her friends drove to the hotel where the bar association had its party every year. She shivered in the cold when they turned the car over to the valet.

Renee and Gina hurried Anna inside where they met their dates right inside the double doors. Anna glanced around at the number of Christmas trees scattered throughout the lobby. Way too much red and green for her. She giggled a bit at the dress her friends had made her put on. It was a black silk with an orange shawl-back collar. It was prim from the front with a high neckline but from the back, the orange shawl showed her muscled lateral muscles. It was pretty daring for her.

When she slipped the dress on, her friends reminded her of her wish for a one-night stand and their bet. Anna knew there would be no one at the bar party she’d care to run off with for the night but she wore the dress to humor them and to pretend it was a Halloween outfit. They really had tried hard to get her in the spirit of things— the spirit of a holiday that didn’t bother her, that is.

Posted by: Author | November 27, 2013

Wordless Wednesday

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By the way, it’s release day for my Christmas story, All I Want for Christmas is a One Night Stand. Available here

Posted by: Author | November 25, 2013

Tuesday Tales- The Best Of

This week’s Tuesday Tales is a “Best of” week where we’re all sharing a prior post so that we can enjoy the upcoming holiday without the stress of coming up with something new- aren’t we nice? hehehe.

This was my very first Tuesday Tale from back in May. It’s from the Christmas story that I have coming out on November 27th from Secret Cravings Publishing and the word prompt was laughter.

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abstract Christmas background with decoration and silhouette of cityThey left the room. Anna continued her hold on Matteo’s arm as if he’d thrown her one of those life rings from an ocean liner to rescue her from a trip overboard. The further they got from the ballroom, the more she wanted to bend down and pull off the offending shoe and hurl it. She came really close to doing so when they stepped on the escalator. The tip of the heel caught in the treads and she stumbled.

Luckily, Matteo had a good grip on her and kept her on her feet.

“Thanks.” Anna smiled up at him. “It would’ve been a disaster if I fell down this escalator. I’d never live it down and the members of the bar who haven’t met me yet would know me as that klutz lawyer.”

“I doubt that. They’d know you as a nice woman who sacrificed herself for sexy legs.”

“Huh?” She shook her head. Did he mean he thought she was sexy?

“Yeah. I’m sure you know since you’ve been a woman for quite a while that tall heels make a woman’s legs look longer and more toned. Men sure know it. We notice those things.”

They’d arrived at the bottom of the moving stairs. She stepped off. “I’ve been a woman for quite a while?” She couldn’t help herself. His statement cracked her up. She burst into laughter.

“That really wasn’t a very suave line, was it?”

“No. It absolutely was not.” Anna was still laughing as they moved to the exit.

Outside, she turned to Matteo. “Thanks for helping me out back there and getting me away from Gina with that story about dinner. She and Renee forced me to come tonight and I really was ready to disappear. I owe you one.”

“How about really going to dinner with me then?”

“What part of my feet are killing me don’t you get? I’ve got to get these shoes off.”

“How about this? We order food and I pick it up. There are all kinds of places nearby.”

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