June 29, 2013

My Sexy Saturday- Ice and Peace- The Cold Warriors Universe Sneak Peek

Summer is in full swing as we start our second month of My Sexy Saturday. Join us each Saturday where you can expect to have your senses tickled with hot snippets, tame to sensual to explicit, from authors near and far.

We all have our own idea of sexy and readers of all kinds love to read what we offer. One doesn’t always have to take their clothes off for something to be sexy and hot.

Sexy can be the touch of his hand on her neck as he pulls her closer to give a heart stopping kiss.

Sexy can be a slow, sensual game of strip poker as someone expose’s their wares one piece at a time.

Sexy can be that special someone as you think of him making you all hot and bothered with anticipation of what’s to come.

Sexy can be hard, earth-shattering wall-banging in the most unlikely of places...like the back of that limo.

It all depends upon your perspective.

Come join us each Saturday as we bring you, the reader, the best in sexy writing.  Our theme this week is seven.  Seven words, sentences or paragraphs.  I posted that below but you know I could not resist giving you more!

The final edits are in and Ice and Peace- The Cold Warriors Universe will be out soon.  I know you've all been waiting so here is a sneak peek!

“Sir,” a soft voice, feminine and sweet, beckoned his attention. He knew the voice, like he knew himself. His heart skipped a beat.

Rising slowly from his chair, Keegan cleared his throat and straightened his uniform. Suddenly, the room seemed unbearably long as he walked the three feet or so to be near her.

As he took in every detail of her, he was stunned silent. She wore a Marine Corps uniform with Navy insignia, with her hair neatly pinned off her neck and shoulders. Her clothes were pressed with a crease that could cut a major artery and her demeanor was impeccable. Something was not right.

Still, Caitlin was a sight for sore eyes. She was beautiful. Her petite frame was perfectly accented by the curves of her figure. And her brown eyes and coffee-brown skin was smooth, creamy.

Standing at attention, she did not meet his gaze. Though it was customary not to do as a sign of military courtesy, he could tell she was not doing it for that reason. Her gaze was different. Circling her, he tried to see if he could catch her watching him out of the corner of her eye.In fact, she appeared to be staring blankly ahead. 

Peering directly at her, he spoke in a soft tone. “At ease.”

She relaxed. 

“Cate. Can you hear me?” 

“Yes, sir,” she responded mechanically. 

Pain pierced his insides. She was definitely not there. Keegan placed his hands on his hips and hung his head in defeat. The one thing that was supposed to go right did not. For whatever reason, they had placed her in a deeper state of mental control than she’d ever been in. He controlled the hostile emotions brewing with him. Touching her face gently, he felt her icy skin.

This is unacceptable! Not here. I will not let this happen here. Not under my command.
“Chief, listen up,” he said in an authoritative tone. He knew in this state, it was the only way he could speak to her and still have her respond.

“Yes, sir.” Her gaze became even more distant.   And the robot-like response fueled his anger. “You are going to hightail it down to the doc and receive a full examination. Tell him it is based on my orders. He will know what to do. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

Knowing that she was under the influence of cryo neurotransmitters, Keegan figured the only way to combat it was to get someone to reverse it. They usually wore off once she was away from the stimulus triggers for a long period of time. But considering her stimulus triggers were high-ranking officers in uniform and combat situations, being around here meant she was going to be in a drone zone for a very long time. The last thing he needed was a zombie on board, especially one in charge of the lives others.

Only the jerks in psyche warfare thought doing this to someone would be a good idea. As long as he was running the ship, none of that would be allowed. There weren’t going to be any super zombies soldiers on board his ship. And he’d rollover in his grave before he let them do it to his wife.

“After you come back from the doc, you will report to me, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Are there any questions?”

“No, sir.”


She did an about face before leaving the room. Keegan clasped his hands behind his back. In the blink of an eye, his joy had turned to sorrow. Now faced with the responsibility of looking after his wife, he wondered how could he handle the burden of command and still protect the woman he loved.

June 28, 2013

Censorship Yet Again- And No It's Not Amazon, This Time.

I'm not a pro and I don't do it often but I love blogging.  It's like a journal except its here for everyone to read unlike my diary-- thank you Mom and Dad for reading it.  Yes and my therapist thanks you too because he's just bought his fifth Mercedes but I digress.  

Having embraced blogging about five or six years ago I really admire not only the work people put into maintaining them but the posts that come out of them.  Especially from those who share my love for romance and scifi.  So you can imagine how surprised I was when Blogger warned me that they may be kicking me out of my blog home.  

Recently I received a letter from blogger stating that beginning June 30 2013, those bloggers whose blogs bear adult content run the risk of being removed because it violates the terms of service they are amending or have amended or aliens have landed, I don't know.

Now mind you, I am grateful that blogger is free, however something stinks like a fish market with a broken freezer.  I mean it.  This whole thing reeks of censorship.  Why do you ask?  Because they stated that only adult contented blog sites will be affected by this change.  

If you are a rebel like Luke Skywalker, Cap. Mal Reynolds or Han Solo you are into shaking things up a bit.  You can do this by linking said blog to commercial sites that sell adult related items.  Become a commercial blog and sell adult related items.  Or correct me if I'm wrong here-- continue to place adult rated content on your blog.  

Okay, umm...I realize that the arbitors of good taste are trying to save us from ourselves.  But aren't we all adults here? Hence the sign before entering.  Okay yes, I respect the fact that they would like to keep people away from sites that contain such content assuming the adults in question want to stay away.  (Yes I know we can have a field day on the meaning of adult related content but I think you and I know what they are referring to) 

And of course I agree that minors should stay away from these sites as well.  I'm for all of this but please don't protect me from myself.  Cause I'm grown and you're grown and we all know where babies come from.

Let's examine some of their stipulations, shall we?  For example, we purveyors of smut or the destroyers of family values, shall either remove said content, links to sites and just plain ole stop selling the stuff on our blogs or you/we will be shut down.

Okay for the record, this blog is not Porn Mart.  However it is a place where I post articles by other Erotic Romance Authors, who in turn post excerpts from their published novels.  Not to mention, I post excerpts as well.  Is Erotic Romance, a sub-genre of romance is this considered 'pornish' or i.e. 'Adult Content.'  I've read some stuff in the genre that wouldn't even make it in the letters section of Penthouse magazine.  (Not that I've ever read it mind you, just what I've heard characters mention on tv. Okay this is not about me, so move on.)  Then there are others that are so hot, these guys wish they had an imagination like that.  It has a story, characterization, a trope and a plot.  But then again so does Fanny Hill and it's considered a classic.

What about the umpteen dozen links I have to my publishers' websites/stores that sell my books along with the other authors who write in this area?  Oh and then there's Amazon and Barnes and Noble, Apple, Sony, Kobo that sell the stuff too.  Do they count?

All I'm saying is if they are so afraid of people stumbling upon it accidentally, can't they employ filtering technology?  Or better yet, if its about money and they don't want people profiting off of a 'free' service-- then inform the violators to pay if they want to remain on blogger.  

But to remove us completely?   Come on.  Really?  I sigh with a heavy heart because I must admit a few years ago I was just as fearful of adult content books i.e. Erotic Romance as the most staunch conservative.  It was my own thing, I had no one else to blame but my belief system which I chose to employ.  That's where I was emotionally and mentally years ago. 
And that all changed when I read my first erotic romance novel.  After I finished, I remembered thinking-- 'This is nothing like I thought.  In fact not only is it good, it's fun read.  And hell this doesn't make me a horrific person for reading it.'  So having been there I refuse to bad mouth any one on the subject per se.

With that being, said the powers that be at Google, I know when you're the biggest game in town you have leverage.  But pushing us little guys to the side or wiping us away completely is not going to change anything unless you remove or prevent any and all types of adult sites from appearing in your search results.  

I know once you do that, a huge chunk of your audience will go to any competitor that allows it.  

And we all know the dirty little secret of internet technology and publishing-- porn sites helped perfect and popularize internet technology like flash players etc and romance novels including the erotic ones keep the publishing industry a float.  

Don't believe me?  Ask E.L. James. Will you remove searches for Fifty Shades of Grey from your searches?  I suppose if we authors were making boat loads of cash like her, we wouldn't need your search engines but what about the reader who wants to find out what the story is about?  The title does little to inform the average person that it is about a naive college graduate who falls for a billionaire who's into BDSM after interviewing him for some project.  

All I'm asking is, 'why are you kicking us off if we are playing by the rules?'

Food for thought or a quiet neck to nibble on, thank you all for reading my rant.  I realize some of my info may be wrong because I was too livid and confused by the legalese in the letter they sent me to read on.  But I'm pretty sure I got the gist of it.

June 22, 2013

Like Slow Sweet Molasses by Mickie Sherwood (I/R Sensual)

Thanks to Clare for allowing me to share my newest release, Like Slow Sweet Molasses. Can a classically trained violist-turned-teacher find love with an NOPD Special Ops cop?

Like Slow Sweet Molasses

Genre: Mainstream/Contemporary/Interracial Romance

Heat: Sensual


Teacher Angela Munso has lost control—of her spiraling life. She can control the fallout of recent news from whose loins she sprang as easily as she can her heart’s pitter-patter. To have feelings for a man who is everything she now wants to hate? That’s the last straw! 
Lt. Brock "Chance" Alexander’s arrogance baits Angela. And—he knows it. It’s never so obvious to him as when she lobs that insulting phrase at the side of his head. She pushes all of his hot buttons. But, there’s one he dares her to touch—the one that pushes him out of her life.

What happens when Angela invades Chance's space?


The warehouse’s smooth concrete floor curled Angela’s toes on the walk from the bathroom to the bed where he thoughtfully left a plastic bag and laid out a pair of his thick, white athletic socks. She disposed of the soggy bundle in her hands by shoving it into the sack, then stashed the sack in a corner out of the doorway in preparation to slip her feet into the oversized socks. Doing so was no easy task for her balance was still off-kilter when she leaned. She felt it prudent not to sit on the side of his bed, in the event he came to monitor her progress, choosing to take the socks into the living area for propriety’s sake.

Chance was out-of-sight but hardly out-of-mind as she heard him tinkering on the floor below. She’d already pried and poked into things that were none of her business, disturbing his privacy as she waited on him, to satisfy a haunting interest. From her observations, there were no feminine items nonchalantly lying around. Angela relaxed a bit speculating there’d be no surprise interruptions or unwarranted accusations of why she occupied not only his home but also his clothing.

Making herself comfortable was as simple as lounging on the primary seating in that part of the room, a supple leather couch in the most amazing color of what she would call inferno red. He watched the big screen television anchored on the brick wall from that focal point. The angle of the furniture let the occupants snoop in on what happened in the kitchen, around the bank of windows with their unobstructed view, as well as keep an eye on the circular stairway entry. Not far from the sofa was an ottoman that if pulled into position actually turned that section of the seat into a space comparable to a twin bed.

The jack-in-the -beanstalk-sized ottoman, alternatively, became her perch. Dry clothes improved her disposition though no matter how hard she scrubbed in the shower the melancholy feeling remained intact. Her head rested on knees drawn up to her chest, giving notice of her injury. Closer inspection revealed prominent brush burns that cracked the skin there, pulling apart the tears with every move. She blew and fanned the spot, bent on lessening the burning. There was nothing to do as the ache throbbed except tuck her legs under her chin to wait for the discomfort to dissolve.

Chance stood riveted in place at the top of the stairs enjoying the view before him. She huddled, ignorant of the wholesome beauty in her pose. He sopped up as much of her loveliness as humanly possible through osmosis, filling himself like a thirsty sponge, teetering on the realm of reality. What did he think he was doing? The intentional noise made by the scraping of his heels on the stairs garnered her attention. Luminous gold-brown eyes ran the length of his body causing an electrifying current to travel across the distance. They shared the moment in reverent silence with him passing her to enter the bathroom.

“Lee and Connie want you to call home.” Salve and bandages shared space in one of his large hands. He sat on the couch, spun the ottoman so that she faced him and gently probed the exposed affected area to gauge the soreness.

She flinched.

Angela’s insides quivered as she let him smear the ointment across the abrasions on her knee. The bandage applied covered the kneecap and adhered when he tested his work by holding her at the bend of her knee to flex the appendage. His fingertips went on to smooth her arms below the elbow and both palms. Her eyes welled, a condition she hoped to avoid by mind-traveling to another space and time. His warm, calloused fingers abbreviated her trip when he massaged her skin. Knowing him for all of two days imposed the fact that she trusted him wholly after such a short acquaintance.

But, no one's perfect...not even Angela!

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June 15, 2013

My Sexy Saturday Blog Hop- A Hot Deleted Scene

Join us each Saturday at My Sexy Saturday...expect to have your senses titillated with hot writing, tame to sensual to explicit, from authors near and far.

See one doesn’t always have to take their clothes off for something to be sexy. Everyone has their own idea of sexy.

Sexy can be just the touch of his fingers on her face before he pulls her closer to give a heart stopping kiss.

Sexy can be the act of exposing someone's wares one part at a time like during a game of strip poker.

Sexy can be just the thought of that special someone as he makes your body throb with anticipation. Like on your wedding day in the back of a limo.

Sexy can be that hard, against the wall banging some have been known to enjoy.

It all depends upon your perspective.

Come join us each Saturday as we bring the world the best in sexy writing.

Here's a sexy deleted scene from my latest novel Cold Warriors 

But First A Little Explanation

Originally published in 2007 with a defunct small e-publisher, Cold Warriors was my first foray as an author.  Like many writers, who can't seem to leave their work alone, I knew it could be better and set out to make revisions.  

Though the original story is the same, I've extended some things and removed others.  In the process, I found a new home for it an awaited to be released from my contract.  Decadent Publishing picked up my novella with their help, I expanded and really grew as a romance author.  It was during that time, my tastes as a romance reader grew as well causing me to want to integrate my newly found interests into the story.  

My editor, graciously accommodated me with most of my requests though wisely grabbing hold of the reigns on the rest.  When I pitched Cold Warriors to them, I still considered it to be a sweet romance, so thats what they were expecting and planned for on their rouster.  But as we went along tweaking and editing the story, my editor asked me to tone it down and I agreed cause it was only fair—after all she was bending over backwards (pardon the pun) to accommodate me.  

So in the end, after being published it was placed in their erotic romance section.   Yay!!  Though not as hard as much, I am very happy with the end product.  But like most creative types, in order to get to that place, I had to cut.  Below is what resides with me on my hard drive.  And thanks to your support, it gets to see the light of day.  


Sexy Deleted Scenes~

Beller walked out of the meeting room while shoving the team's orders into the hands of an unsuspecting cryo. Caitlin followed him out into the corridor, hoping to catch him alone.  As other members of the squad bombarded him with questions, she realized it was not going to happen.

“Chief, can I talk to you for a second?”

He turned around slowly and motioned for her to follow.  Entering his room, he shut the door behind her took a seat at his desk.  

“What's up?” he asked scratching the stubble forming on his chin.

“Why me?"

“Why not you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe its because I'm not qualified and have no real military experience outside playing a round of Call of Duty with my late husband.  What about one of the others? Don’t they have rank, more seniority?”

“That’s not how things work in this group. We’re not officially soldiers, so we don’t hold any rank.  Besides, I trust you.  I saw how you were on Eridani.  You've got a knack for this.  And,” he  stated leveling a steady gaze at her, “I know you won't let me down.”

She shoved her hands in her pockets and wondered where this sudden vote of confidence came from.  All throughout training, he'd told her to suck it up and all now she was his squad leader?  

“As for rank, we’re more like contracted personnel.”

“Mercenaries,” she retorted

“Less soldier of fortune more black ops,” he added.
“Us? Great.”

Just when she thought she heard it all, the surprises kept on coming. Her stomach rolled and twisted.  Every night when she closed her eyes, she recalled images of things she was supposed to be able to do but when she awoke in the morning she had no real world memory of actually learning how to do it.  

“Eh, don’t sweat it. Just make sure the sleeping area is ready for inspection, announce the uniform of the day, and make sure everyone reports in when they're supposed to.  You know shit like that.”

She waved her arms in resignation.  “Yes, sir.”

“Good, and don’t call me, sir. Call me Beller when we’re alone and Chief outside.”

“Got it.”

“Alright now get lost. I got to get some rest. You have exactly twelve hours of free time, enjoy it.  Cause after that real life begins.”

Scared half out of her mind, she headed for the only person on the ship capable of soothing her fears.  


Caitlin entered storage bay delta. Beller's words of warning, took a back seat to the excitement filling her heart.  It had taken nearly all the control she could muster to not run full out up the various stair wells and corridors to get to him.  

Devoid of people and quiet, the dimly lit, bay was filled with rows of attack fighters various states of disrepair.  Taking only moments for eyes to adjust, she stepped further inside.  Having never been inside that particular bay, she surveyed her surroundings.  Dense dark windowless walls, made of high stress metals, enclosed the chamber. Glancing up, she marveled at the struts jutting back and forth across the length of the ceiling like poles of a teepee.  The size of two football fields, it could easily hold three to four dozen craft with out seeming cramped.

Stepping over a long hose connected to one of the planes, she wondered where he could be.  His note had been simple, 'Meet me in storage bay delta at 1600 hours.'
Where inside the huge place was another story.  The soft taps of footsteps on the cement floor echoed in her ears.  Hearing someone clear their throat, she approached.

“I heard you and the general had meetings scheduled for this evening.”

“Who told you that?” he asked seeming preoccupied.

“Scuttlebutt. Just the rumor mill at work.”

“Nothing that mattered.  Besides, I had more important things on my mind than meetings.”

“Such as?”

Glaring at her, he returned his attention to the plane in front of him. Walking towards it, she touched its surface.  Her fingers buffeted against small bumps on its exterior.  

“Did you used to fly these?” Caitlin asked trying to fill the silence.

“Yep,” he replied moving his hands across the planes smooth exterior. 

She stood on her toes and peered into the cockpit. “Are all of them single seaters?”

“Yes.  They’re the descendants of the Aurora’s.” Keegan’s lips curled into a toothy grin.
His mature features melted into the boyish expression. He reminded her of a kid in a candy store.

“That's right, I remember hearing about them...they were experimental back when—” Caitlin hesitated.  What was she going to say? When I died?

“These are FA-343's, the main attack fighter in our air wing.”

“How come you don’t fly anymore?”

“Grounded,” he rumbled. “Wounded in action, my sight isn’t what it used to be, so they won't let me fly.”

She looked around and leaned against the plane  “Quiet here.”

“I come here to think sometimes.  I was beginning to think you weren't going to show.”

“There was some stuff I had to do first. It wasn't exactly easy coming this far amidship.  Where is everybody?  Shouldn't it be busy here?”

The bay though not built for launches, it was obvious that it acted more like a plane hospital where fighter came be to worked on or died and used for spare parts.

“Since we're in a long range CS departure, the crew is on a light rotation. Only the craft assigned to active detail are being maintenanced.  Don't worry we have privacy.  What was it like on Eridani?”

“Cold, lonely.” 

Recalling her first nights away from him, on that desolate planet, made her quiver.  Soon after it was home.  It amazed her how easily one became accustomed to nothingness. 

“What's the deal between you and Beller?  He's your new boyfriend?”

Caitlin chuckled.  Alarmed by her response, he squared his body, facing her head on.  
“No,” she said recognizing his defensiveness.  “We're just friends.  He looks out for me.”

“He looks out for you?” Keegan asked his tone rising.  

She swallowed.  The temperature seemed to rise around her.  “What I meant to say is...”

“You're dating--.”

“What are we in high school?”

“So my questions are childish?” he shot back.

“No, stop putting words in my mouth.”

“When were training, he showed me the ropes and kept me out of trouble.  It was purely platonic and still is.  End of story.”

“Did you miss me?” he asked without looking at her.

“Yes, I did.  Every day, I thought about you.  In fact I was balling so much, I got into trouble, that's why I needed Beller to bail me.”

Leading her further away from the main entryway towards the middle of the bay, he found a cubby in between two of the planes devoid of machinery.  Sweeping her into his arms, his mouth closed around hers.  She opened hers, allowing his tongue to taste hers.  

She moaned as he caressed her hips and buttocks. White heat pulsed through her body straight to her center.  She wanted him now.  Why couldn't she have him now? Then she thought of the bay's cold hard floor, not the most comfortable place on the ship. Then there was his willingness, was he ready to go farther?

As if reading her mind, he stepped away and glanced at her chest.   
“Lay down,” he commanded softly.

On the floor, Caitlin opened her legs.  Keegan climbed on top of her kissing her face and neck. His rough calloused his snaked underneath, her sheet kneading her swollen breasts.  Lifting up the top, he ripped her bra, exposing her hard nipple to the bay's cool air.  

Licking and sucking it, Caitlin moaned.  Every nerve tingled from his touch as her center oozed with moisture.  

Adjusting his position, he gazed into her eyes as he unzipped her pants and pushing them beneath her hips.  Stopped by the presence of her boots, which she had not taken off, her flipped her over and placed her on hands and knees.  

She bit her lips and groaned as he rubbed his cock against her wet folds.  Placing his rock hard tip at her opening, he nudged her legs further apart.  Gasping as he stretched her, he gently pushed himself inside her, sinking all the way into the root.  

Back and forth, he moved slowly pulling out of her before pushing back in.  Each movement pressing against her cervix with glorious pressure.  The sounds of his agonized breathing surrounded her, making her even more aroused.  

Pushing into her once again and holding still, he grunted as a liquid warmth, pulsed through her interior.  She squeaked as her pussy clenched him.  Grasping her hips, he held still before pulling out.  Wanting more of him, she arched her back, he thrust into her again and again, making her grunt.  

Thrusting into her again and again while angling up, he hit her sweet spot making her catch her breath.  

“Oh god, I'm going to come,” she groaned as the coil inside her tightened.  

Her body shook with each powerful move of his hips while his thickness cause glorious agony.  Bending forward, he embraced her and kissed her passionately, alighting every nerve in her body.  Smelling his sweet musk, she squeezed her eyes shut and keened her delight.

Cold Warriors is available now at Amazon, Decadent Publishing and other retail outlets. 

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June 13, 2013

Brenna Is The Target of A Stalker, Is Death Her Only Option?


Just as love appears, so does the darkness. With her heart reaching out for one man, Brenna finds herself the target of an unknown stalker. Who is he? What does he want? How far will he go for her? Death is an option. Brenna discovers more than she bargained for and learns that the stalker will kill for her. It all comes down to decisions, and no matter what she chooses it will demand sacrifice and someone's blood.


Brenna’s eyes fluttered open to see a blur of trees flying by. Her head pounded and her stomach began to roll from the pain she felt and the fast-changing scenery. A careful look at her surroundings told her she was in an older model car. She inhaled deeply to calm herself, but confusion set in as her senses were assaulted by unfamiliar smells. The old smell of the car was tainted with something repugnant and caused her nose to crinkle in response. Her eyes widened in fright as terrifying memories began to flood her mind. Turning slowly, afraid of what she might see, a gasp involuntarily escaped her vocal cords when she saw he was as repulsive as she remembered. Who was he and what did he want with her?

Sensing her stare, a pair of dark, soulless eyes turned towards her. A smile appeared on his unkempt face. “Well, well, sleeping beauty awakes.” Brenna’s stomach rolled again as she felt his eyes slide hungrily over her body. She pushed up against the door in an effort to put as much distance between the two of them as she could, but he shook his head in disapproval. “No need to be dramatic.” He turned his attention back to the road. “We both know you won’t jump out.”

She set her teeth and glared at him. Eyeballing her surroundings, she saw that there was no end to the trees that lined the road, no sign of civilization. She assumed they were still in the same state as when he grabbed her from the parking lot of the school where she taught. Deep down inside, she knew death awaited her no matter what. The look in his eye was not merciful. Yet jumping from the car to end her life seemed too selfish. As she was not one to keep such joy to herself, she quickly swung her body around and slammed into her abductor. Might as well let him in on the fun!

The force of her body colliding into his sent the car spinning out of control. She began fighting with all her might to prevent him from regaining control. Two sets of hands fought for control of the steering wheel. Profanities were shouted as the fight intensified. The car spun to the edge of the road where a small depression nestled in the forest. The tires left the ground when it hit the slight downward shift of the terrain, the car flipped and somersaulted twenty feet down the hill. As it took its final turn before slamming into a large pine tree, the passenger door flung open from the movement. Brenna thudded on the forest ground and barely missed a clump of trees. Stars exploded in her head and every bone in her body ached from the impact. She looked up to the fading light and let the darkness take possession.

Author: Rebecca Graf
Publisher: Silver Tongue Press
Publication Date: August 2012
Genre: Paranormal/Suspense/Romance

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“A stand out story for me because of Ms. Graf's ability to bring not only the story but the characters to life. She easily allowed me to feel the emotions that the characters felt, from the tension between Eaton and Slaton, to the jolt Brenna felt when Slaton touched her. Because of the mystery and suspense the plot moved along at a brisk pace, and the ending has me anxious for the next book in the series! Ms. Graf weaves together, mystery, suspense, romance along with a paranormal twist which makes for a page turning read!” – Brenda Castro on Goodreads

“Deep Connections is a riveting romantic suspense thriller that will captivate you from the beginning and hold you captive until the end. If you like a scary novel with a twist of paranormal and romance in the mix, then this is the book for you. This is the first book in a series, and the end will leave you hanging and wanting more, only to make you wait for it to be continued in the next book of the series, Dark Connections.” – Kathleen Higgins-Anderson on Goodreads

“Graf has a true talent. The plot was amazing and the writing was great, it just kept on flowing and was easy to read on and on and get wrapped up in the book and lose track of time while reading. The characters made this book too. They were very well developed and thought out by Graf. She made them seem so real to the reader.” – Angela Krause on Goodreads

About the Author:

Rebecca Graf is a transplanted Southerner living in Milwaukee, Wisconsin with her husband, three children, two cats, and two dogs. Life keeps her pretty busy with taking care of the family, writing, and running several online businesses including Silver Tongue Press. To keep sane, she reads and crochets as she plots her next story. She has also written How to Write a Book Review and two Christian children’s books: A Gift for a Mouse and The Nightingale in the Garden. 

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June 10, 2013

You Scared the Hell Out of Me...And I Liked it. Do it Again!

Like so many people, I awaited JJ Abrams next installment in Star Trek franchise like it was the Second Coming. Prior to his first foray into the Trekosphere, I had never heard of him and had no idea why so many people thought he was cool. After watching it, I knew why. 

The first movie was exciting, full of energy and enough plot to keep a trekkie and none trekkie alike on the edge of their seat. So of course it was only natural that I camp out in line to see the sequel. (Yes, I am that kind of a geek but due to my laziness, lack of funds and general aversion to standing in long lines—so I opted out of the midnight Wednesday showing and went to see it that Friday instead.) And I loved it so much, I saw it again the next day. Squeeee!!

Okay, for those who of you didn't see it, I can promise you there are no spoilers in this post but those of you who have seen it and have been bitten by Khan's rapturous charms—then you'll know exactly what I'm talking about. 

I have to admit, through both showings, I was firmly in the Enterprise's crews corner, all the way no questions asked. Why? Because, I gave up bad boys back in the 80's. You see, once I got through my Kiefer Sutherland's portrayal of the vampire leader- David in the Lost Boys, stage, I realized loving bad boys was generally not good for me. They generally were self centered egotists who left destruction be it physical and/or emotional destruction in their wake. Plus in real life, they were generally mean and I'm not into that.

But in the filmdom, fangirlosphere, I'd occasionally fall off the wagon when I'd come across old favorites like Darth Vader (original series) or a new baddie like Loki (whose character was once described as profoundly manipulative. So much so that it would behoove anyone around him not to trust him. Not even for a second. Heck even his own brother chided him for his inability to be sincere).

Yet like any girl with her head screwed on right, I remembered what my Momma always said, “choose a nice man cause the other ones will just use you and break your heart. Not to mention if they were of the movie variety, they'd break other things too. Like the kind of stuff that would require a really skilled surgical team to fix. 

Then came Benedict Cumberbatch. Familiar with his work as the very odd yet intense Sherlock Holmes, he somehow endeared me to the character whom I've always found well...boring. His Sherlock Holmes on the other hand was complicated, intense, genius and ADD with a bit of Autism thrown in for good measure. So before seeing ST: Into Darkness, I knew Benny could pull off the role as a baddy. 

But when I saw him on screen and heard that deep base vocal timbre, I was like---Dayum. His ability to stand, be silent and command your obedience made me well freakin' scared. I was like don't they have mental hospitals for people like you? But the more, I saw him and learned about why he did what he did and the passion behind his resolve—not to mention his incredibly taut muscles...I felt like Morticia Addams tied to the bed staring with love in her eyes at her beloved Gomez... “You you were unhinged...like some desperate demon....You frightened me. Do it again.”

And knowing Benedict's Khan, he would. Over and over and over again. I am Khan's slave.

Clare Dargin is an author of Erotic and Paranormal Romance. Her latest novel Cold Warriors is available now at Amazon.com.  The sequel Ice and Peace will be out soon.

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