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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.
Many things inspire my writing. I could be watching a movie
and one line might pop out at me. From that one line, an entire story might
develop in my head before the movie ends. Trust me, it will have nothing to do
with the movie. I can read a book and have a scene transport me to another time
and place with a different story. I have had just casual conversations happen
with friends that can be inspiring. I have written short stories and then in my
head seen them develop into a novel or a series.
In other words, everything can be inspiring. But the biggest
inspiration to my writing has been my daughter.
My sixteen year old daughter can come up with some of the
greatest storylines. When I’m stumped, she asks me what is happening and throws
out ideas. She’ll even text me with something that hit her while in class. They
are great ideas, and I quickly write them down in my idea book to work on
later. That is frustrating when I really want to work on them now but I have to
finish the projects I have.
I think she does such a good job because she doesn’t want to
write the stories. She wants to think of things that would interest her in a
book or a movie. It might be something inspired by something she is reading or
watching, but she gives it such a unique twist. There is one series of books
she has proposed that I think will be great. It will take me a while to
research it and start writing it, but I love the idea. She is so creative.
Add that to my friends who help me through tough scenes and
my writing is really a mixture of so much.
Rebecca Graf worked as an account for 20 years before
taking a chance at a dream. Starting off with writing online, she began to
build a reputation and a number of followers. Now, she has one children's book,
A Gift for a Mouse, published with Deep Connections being her first adult
novel. She lives near Milwaukee, Wisconsin with her husband and three children
as well as two cats, Oreo and Cookie, and two dogs, Bug and Mocha. Rebecca has
started her own publishing company, Silver Tongue Press, with two partners.
Their goal is to help new authors to achieve their dreams. She also spends her
days crocheting and knitting....
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.