Every year in the middle of winter, my car battery decides to take a vacation. Now really…. I hate to think that a car battery is smarter than I am… Or that it is responsible for delivering sage (if subliminal) advice […take a vacation…] … But as the infamous they say, “truth is sometimes stranger than fiction.”

So, the weather here is unspeakably cold. I live in the upper fake winterMidwest… Minnesota, to be precise… And for the last 20 years, our winters have been relatively mild… Mild that is, compared to what they had been for the past 100 years, (or however long historians have been tracking weather). And so I fell in love with winter and smiled tolerantly at people who thought of Minnesota winters as prohibitive…

Until three years ago.

Now, we’ve had three years in a row with truly wretched weather that reminds me of my childhood, with snowfalls that never seem to end, snow drifts so high, if you fall into one, it’s like falling into a grain elevator… you’ll never get out… And thirty days or more where the temperature never gets above (or sometimes even close to) zero F. Then maybe a day or two where we’ll see 7F or even 13F… before the temp nosedives back down to subzero for another 28-30 days.

No joke. (Although the photo above IS a fake… it’s not QUITE that bad here.)

It’s February 7th. We have at least two more solid months of this.

In twenty years’ time, I’d forgotten how bitterly cold minus forever (as I’ve been calling the temperature, lately) is… And how limiting.

My gym seriously had to hire a parking lot attendant… Because the only way to get exercise is to “gym it”. No one is hardy enough to grin and bear exercising/playing outdoors. The traffic to the gym exceeds capacity… 😦

Okay, enough explanation that sounds suspiciously like whining…

So this morning, my car battery made that sickening sound just before everything goes ker-plunk… dead… Right?

Got a jump…

Drove the four miles to the Honda dealer… Yep, it’s that close 🙂

Car guy smiles broadly at me, and then frowns into his computer screen…

“Young Lady (bless him for that) did you know this is the third February in a row that you’ve come in here with the same issue… And every time, we replace your battery for free because it’s under warranty.. Which starts the warranty period over…”

He raised an eyebrow at me.

That’s right… HE (actually) RAISED AN EYEBROW AT ME!

I couldn’t help it… the idea of battery police just set me off. I started to laugh.

It rumbled up from my toes, passed through my ankles, my calves, rolled around in my knees for just a second or two and then continued up, tickling my belly, my throat… until it would not be denied.

“You got me,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “You’ve outed me and my diabolical battery scheme. Every year I put myself through the inconvenience of draining my battery and begging for a jump on the coldest day of the year so far… just so I can get a new one. Because that is so much easier than paying $90 at the appropriate time… before it dies on me, possibly leaving me stranded… In minus forever degrees.”

Really, the words slid out before I knew what I was saying.

Instantly I felt bad. I never want to be caustic and/or sarcastic (in this case it was definitely AND) just because it think someone is being unbelievably… obtuse. Note: I’m frequently obtuse 🙂

He hesitated.

I felt WORSE!

But then he broke into another grin—bigger than the one when he first greeted me, and said, “well, if it means we get to see you, by all means, keep it up.” Yep… he winked at me. Twice, just in case I didn’t catch it the first time.

I blushed, yep… I did. Felt the flush all the way up from my toes.

So now, here I am, waiting while they replace my battery… And restart the warranty.

I have a Honda Accord. The sporty model. I love it—mostly because it’s fast. But this car (except for the battery in the dead of winter once a year) is so dependable, I never have to bring it in for anything.



I am so grateful for this car.

Did I remember that when I was having to beg for a jump?

Um… no.

I guess that’s something my brand new battery-under-warranty and I can work on.

Naked Hope on K-dart's hutchPS: a dear, dear friend of mine who has an amazingly playful spirit, sent me this photo as a way of telling me she’d bought my book, NAKED HOPE. Look at where she’s placed it! On her dust-free, beloved hutch. (Dust-free? Does anyone have a dust-free hutch?)

Just look at her fabulous sense of color!! She’s a talented artist and I think her artist’s eye is so apparent in this photo. And my book looks pretty darn good too, yes ? 🙂

How do you spell g-r-a-t-e-f-u-l? This photo says it all.

So to all of you… thank you!

Wishing you unstoppable love and soft breezes,

Rebecca E. Grant
Love is Unstoppable

NAKED HOPE: Contemporary Romance
CRADLE OF LIES: Romantic Suspense
LIBERTY STARR: Contemporary Cowboy Romance
ARIANA SINGS: One Woman’s Journey to Find Her Voice nonfiction, spirituality

Do Cowboys Exist Anymore?


clint-eastwoodIn one of my social media groups someone asked, “Do cowboys even exist anymore?

I found myself smiling and almost without thinking answered, “Watch out for those cowboys! Seriously… They are deadly.

It’s very likely I was thinking of Cord Archer.

I grew up in the US. The word “cowboy” stirs something spiritual in me.

Because of my country’s history? Possibly.

More likely because the word cowboy is dichotomous, and describes a kind of chivalrous, devil-may-care-but-honor your woman, free-thinking, no boundaries attitude that any business consultant will tell you is quite frankly the foundation of every new, out-of-the-box endeavor. (2)We love cowboys for their bad-boy-loves-the-good-girl-who-loves-to-be-bad ways. We love the twinkle in their eye, the cut of their jeans, the sprint in their step, the chink of their spurs, and the feel and smell of a man whose arms and legs know how to tame a mustang… and a woman. And who knows down deep that she’ll do a little taming, herself 🙂

Cord Archer is exactly this kind of cowboy.

And while he could have just about any girl, the only girl he wants is Mattie Rayne. The problem?

Cord’s daddy is the craziest, most dangerous psychopath serial-killer awaiting execution on death row in the Montana State prison system… and the world just won’t let Cord forget there’s such a thing as the psycho gene… which means one day Cord may wake up to find he’s just like his daddy.

Can the honorable cowboy he is allow Mattie to take that risk?

Meanwhile, Cord is being stalked by a sociopath who wants Mattie Rayne, dead.

The only thing deadlier than a psychopath is the random unpredictability of a sociopath. God help the man who has to contend with both.

CRADLE OF LIES available now on Amazon or through the publisher, Red Sage

So, do cowboys even exist anymore? I can only speak from my personal experience… and that is writing two cowboy stories caused me to absolutely fall in love with the cowboy as an IDEAL… and in my heart, I believe the true spirit of a cowboy still exits.

Maybe, just maybe there’s a cowboy in your future? black hat cowboy

If you’re looking for a cowboy, oh, how I hope you find him. And, if you need a little inspiration, read CRADLE OF LIES. It might scare your pants off, but isn’t that what cowboys are for? 🙂

Soft breezes, all. Thanks for dropping by.

Rebecca E. Grant
Love is Unstoppable
CRADLE OF LIES – Romantic Suspense – Red Sage Publishing
LIBERTY STARR – Sensual Contemporary award winner-Romance Writers Ink–Carina Press
Latest release: NAKED HOPE – Contemporary Romance available in print and e-book
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Blogtalkradio interview tonight 10:00 PM CDT


Hey friends. Just a reminder that I’m being interviewed by author/blogtalkradio host (2) Smith tonight at 10:00 PM CDT about my latest romantic suspense, CRADLE OF LIES.

Link to the show:

Hope you’ll tune in. I’d love to answer any questions, and look forward to telling you more about Cord Archer and Mattie Rayne… two people whom fate brought together… and then tore apart. Because the only thing deadlier than a psychopath is the random unpredictability of a sociopath. God help the man who has to contend with both.

Rebecca E. Grant Love is Unstoppable!

CRADLE OF LIES releases today!


Top of the morning to you! Today is release day for CRADLE OF LIES, my newest romantic suspense. (2)Back cover:

Forced to spend the first sixteen years of his life witnessing some of the most epic murders ever committed, what kind of a life can Cord hope for?

When Cord Archer first meets Mattie Rayne, her incandescent smile heats him like the summer sun, bleaching him clean. Nothing else matters except making her his. Before he can do that, his conscience compels him to explain why he entered an institution at age sixteen and spent five years learning to read, write and function in mainstream society.

Upon learning that Cord is the son of a notorious psychopathic serial-killer, Mattie realizes what a monumental effort it took for him to survive, much less make it all the way back from crazy. Knowing this only makes her love him more.

Just when it would seem Cord is finally about to know love, two phenomenally staggering events irrevocably change the course of his life. First, a sociopath becomes fixated on him. Next, his daddy escapes from prison with the sole intent of tracking him down.

Now, anyone in Cord’s life is at risk because the only thing deadlier than a psychopath is the random unpredictability of a sociopath. God help the man who has to contend with both.

My editor recently interviewed Cord. See what he has to say: Cord Archer Interview

CRADLE OF LIES is available in e-book through the publisher, Red Sage. In a few days, it will also be available through and your favorite online bookseller.

After you’ve picked up a copy, let me know what you thought about the story!

Finally, next Friday, April 5 I’m being interviewed on blogtalkradio at 10:00 PM CDT. I hope you’ll tune in to learn more about CRADLE OF LIES and my other books.

Thanks for dropping by and for making CRADLE’s release day just a little more special!

Rebecca E. Grant, Love is Unstoppable