Download NAKED HOPE for free now through Friday, February 22

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blackbirds-zoomI drifted awake this morning to the sound of blackbirds cawing as they flew past my bedroom window. So many, they blackened the light.

When they’d passed, my window turned golden from a weak but lovely winter sun… the kind that has almost no warmth, and yet holds the ability to brighten the world, and lighten hearts.

sun on snowAccording to spirit animal mysticism, blackbirds indicate change. Often, major change. They foretell of shifts. Shifts of point of view—shifts of the heart—shifts in fortune.

Change.

Here in the northern hemisphere, it’s been a tough winter. So, the gift of sun, no matter how weak, is a welcome gift… and quite a change from the last 65 days.

Change.

Before I left the academic and corporate world to write, I was a “change expert”. I spent years studying the science of change and how people manage change, or don’t. How they adapt to change, or don’t. How change breaks people who can’t or won’t adapt. How people resist change, try to rush change, or slow change.

Human beings just aren’t very good at allowing change to happen naturally. To evolve. And even though I am a so-called “expert”… guess what? I frequently fail when it comes to dealing with change effectively.

Change.

Where I live, in the upper Midwest, we are a long way away from spring. But sun, and a forecast of almost 40 degrees (despite the cover of more than eight inches of fresh snow) hint at change.

perf5.000x8.000.inddAnd here’s another change. For the next four days, my latest contemporary romance,NAKED HOPE is available on Amazon as a FREE DOWNLOAD!

If you prefer print, you can order NAKED HOPE in print for a significant discount, now through Friday.

Change.

The prevalent grey skies of winter are not always the best conductor of romance. So, if you’re a little light on romance at the moment, download NAKED HOPE for free and enjoy the sizzling, sexy, smart and often funny exchanges between Gavin, a gifted musician who suffers from survivor’s guilt, and Jillian, a highly respected research psychologist in the field of traumatic brain injury—who, incidentally, is the only woman who can help Gavin overcome his survivor’s guilt.

But, have you ever heard the phrase Karma’s a bitch”?

Well… Gavin is intimately familiar with just how much burning a bridge can cost. Because fourteen years earlier when Gavin first met Jillian, things did not go well.

Yep… karma’s a bitch.

Or, maybe not 🙂

Read NAKED HOPE for free and find out.

Wishing you soft breezes, the promise of spring, and evolutionary change that fills your life with joy and satisfaction.

Love,
Rebecca E. Grant
Love is Unstoppable
www.rebeccaegrant.com

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Love is Unstoppable

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Well, let’s see… it’s been awhile since I gave a weather report.

I live in Minnesota; one of the coldest regions of upper Midwest USA. And for whatever reason, in the last two years, we have apparently been vying for “largest snowfall of the year” award… and winning… (in addition to the cold)!

Which is to say that I’m sitting in my sunroom (and I ask you… is it a sunroom if there’s no sun?) looking out into a grey sky, watching giant snowflakes zoom in schizophrenic zig-zags, caught in a blustery airstream so chaotic, I have to tell myself to breathe deeply to keep the frenetic energy outside—and not let it seep into my being.

More snow…

Yesterday, I couldn’t get my car into the drive until the plow guys came.

Two days ago, the postal carrier slid into the mailboxes because of the ice and snow. Knocked them over and there they were, leaning at a crazy angle and when I went to remove my mail, it all dumped out into the snow…

Three days ago, my widowed, elderly neighbor died. I live in a twin home. We share a common wall, but I never heard a thing. Her family came and went and because it’s so cold, I haven’t been venturing out, so I never saw them. I never heard them until yesterday, when in yet another snow, I saw their tire treads and wondered why they would leave the warmth of Arizona and visit in THIS weather. Never dreaming…

It made me wonder about how we live such separate lives—all of us—at least those of us who are fortunate enough to live in advanced countries where we have our own space—our own real estate—our own walls. Where even our shared walls keep out the cries and moans of the dying and the grieving.

So, what am I saying here?

1-5-14 Long Beach 077 (2)About a week ago, I returned from a short vacation in sunny Long Beach, California where the weather turned my spirit into something nearly as wild and free as the characters in my books 🙂

But, upon my return, I found I needed to gather all my energy and light around me and go deep into myself for some introspection. About the next book. About surviving winter. About life. The introspection helps create a shift in perspective and kick-start purpose.

And so I sat in the silence, pierced by nothing but more silence, aware of my knee jerk reaction to respond to the phone, texts, email and online chats beckoned, coercing me at regular intervals to “come out and play”.

But I stayed my course. Remained in the white space of solitude. Asking for courage to continue through winter. Asking for courage to write the next book. Asking for courage to greet every day with curiosity and wonder.

The quiet washed over me like ocean waves that come and go with a rhythm known only to the waves.

The Universe is amazing. In my state of asking to experience wisdom, courage, curiosity and wonder, it came to me what a gift it is to experience that kind of quiet—to enter into a state of asking and to recognize that whatever answers reveal themselves, do so because of grace.

Not my grace.

The grace of the Universe. A manifestation of favor, charity, mercifulness (as defined by Webster). And I would add… love. I think we do our best learning in a state of love.

perf5.000x8.000.inddWhich leads me to my tagline—the reason I write—and the basis for every story… the unstoppable nature of Love.

Love is unstoppable.

And so to all of you—no matter what your weather is like—no matter what state your life is in—I wish for you unstoppable love.

And I would add, warm, seductive, soft breezes.

Thanks for dropping by. My latest book, Naked Hope is doing well. I hope you’ll give it a read!

Rebecca E. Grant
Love is Unstoppable
www.rebeccaegrant.com

NAKED HOPE releases today!

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The day after Christmas, I drove through the barren back roads of icy Iowa, making my way back home with my best friend of more than 25 years. (Actually, I was riding—my friend was driving while I pointed out various scenes of interest. More about that in a moment.)

If you’ve never been to Iowa, something you’ll want to know is that the scent of hog farms permeates the air, even on the coldest of days if you’re down wind in an unfortunate spot—which happens frequently in this state, known for its inhospitable winters and corny, down-home, Midwestern culture. The wind blows without restraint across the flatlands that roll out unbroken for 55,875 square miles, creating an icy build-up on the roads.

Iowa in winter is not for the faint of heart.

And yet, this state, which is home to my best friend’s family—a family so warm they would give you the shirt off their back if you needed it—also gifted me with one of the loveliest Christmas experiences.

This Christmas, deep in the arctic belly of Iowa, I reveled in the warmth of a pinion-scented wood fire, and people who are like family with their strong abiding faith in human kindness, fiercely protective spirit—especially toward children, and their unadulterated joy for life.

But I will add that as beautiful as Iowa is…

…with its snow-covered fields…

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…which lay sleeping; resting up for next year’s harvest…

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Most of what we saw were corn stacks…

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…and more corn stacks…

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…and still… more corn stacks

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Which leads me to simply this. If you’re planning to be a rider looking at repetitive scenery any time soon, or just want an entertaining read, may I recommend my latest release, NAKED HOPE, which releases today, exclusively through Amazon’s Kindle program. The book will be available in print through The Wild Rose Press April 16, 2014, but for now, it’s available in the Kindle e-book format. If you prefer to read books on your iPad or iPhone, just download the kindle app.

Wishing you the softest of holiday breezes (preferably not downhill from a hog farm) and the joy of unstoppable love.

Rebecca E. Grant www.RebeccaEGrant.com

Love is Unstoppable

perf5.000x8.000.inddNAKED HOPE, a contemporary romance by Rebecca E. Grant

Jill’s fingers moved decisively through the test packets and other instruments she needed, More than a little aware Gavin Fairfield watched her every move. She pulled her laptop from its docking station, and turned to retrieve her briefcase from the floor, only to find that he’d gotten there first. The casual grace of his lean body as he straightened, and the strength of his outstretched arm from years of conducting orchestras, were all-too familiar. Yet, this more charming mature version of the man she knew to be an egotistical tyrant unnerved her.

Jill’s fingers closed over his as she accepted her briefcase. “Mr. Fairfield, I always like to set an agenda so the client is informed.”

“I’m a client now?” he grinned.

Her mouth tightened. “Unless you suffer from Traumatic Brain Injury, you’ll never be the client. As the parent of a potential client who is a minor, we will be establishing three things over the next four days. The first is whether Olivia can navigate the academic rigor of the program–”

“Of course, she can,” he interrupted.

Ignoring him, she continued, “The second is to establish her emotional state. Last, we need to determine whether she has enough emotional support and guidance from her family. Specifically, this will mean looking into you, Mr. Fairfield.”

The maestro gaped.

For the first time since she crossed the threshold of Ross’ office that morning, a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Read an excerpt at www.RebeccaEGrant.com