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About the author:
STEFANIE GRAHAM made her first attempt at writing romances at sixteen. She spent her proceeding years dreaming of ways to create the essence of passion and desire between pages filled with sultry and exciting text. She is a voracious reader, a fan of the written word in all forms and is happiest when curled up in a corner with a good book. Her goal is to create quality multi-genre titles that will capture the imagination of her readers. Stefanie enjoys traveling above all else and plans to visit every corner of the earth. Until then, she calls the East Coast her home. Stefanie would love to hear from you. Visit her at StefanieGraham.com
What inspired you to write your book?
Tropical Storm is a hot and steamy romance set in the sexy Caribbean sun. I wanted to write a book set in an island paradise with dynamic characters that would capture the reader’s attention. I also wanted to create a story that had unusual ideas about love, family and how far we will go as individuals for the love we think we deserve.
Here is a short sample from the book:
TROPICAL STORM by Stefanie Graham
The door swung open and hit the wall. The sound rattled the windows of the eighty-dollar a night motel room. Cairo Kane bolted naked out of bed. He landed on his feet with his fists raised. A quick glance over his shoulder revealed that despite the noise his new bride still slept. Positioning his body between the bed and the open door, Cairo crept silently toward it, his heart beat wildly against his ribcage with every step. He froze seconds later as a cleaning woman stuck her head into the room. With wide eyes she took one look at his tall, naked body then quickly snatched the key out of the door and scurried away. Cairo lowered his fists to his sides. His heart was just resuming its normal rhythm when the silhouettes of an older couple filled the doorway. They entered quietly and paused only a moment to take in their surroundings before the man turned and closed the door behind him locking them all inside. The woman swept her gaze over his nakedness then breezed by him heading straight for the bed. Cairo watched in shock as she reached down and dragged away the faded red silk comforter. The tousled head of a sleepy young woman emerged from beneath a sea of twisted sheets.
“Jessica Storm! Get up and get dressed this instant, do you hear me!” The woman’s voice was shrill enough to burst eardrums. “I could just kill you.” She slapped the bed for emphasis. “If you think you’ve won this little battle then you’ve made a grave mistake. This changes nothing. Get up!” Without waiting for her to comply, the woman stomped around the side of the bed and roughly hauled his bride to her feet. The minute she was standing, the woman shrugged off her floor-length fur coat and roughly bundled his wife into it. She then pointed to the crumpled wedding dress that lay discarded on the floor. “Put that on and let’s get the hell out of here. This room smells like piss and poor taste.”
Jessica Storm, lovingly called Storm by her new husband, looked like a sleepy child jerked from a dream. With platinum strands of hair in her face and emerald green eyes still heavy with sleep, she seemed disoriented, uncertain if she were awake or still asleep. The stern face and the crossed arms of the woman in the room confirmed that she was wide awake.
Cairo didn’t know what to do. Since strangers had invaded the room, he stood frozen in place. He watched in a helpless daze as his wife bent to pick up her belongings while casting worried glances in his direction. He didn’t move the whole time. He felt as if all his insecurities had cemented his feet to the ground and robbed him of his ability to speak. He felt young, awkward and ill-equipped to deal with whatever was happening. His moment of paralysis cost him. The man guarding the door walked into the room with purpose. He grasped Storm’s arm and then without a word he turned and dragged her out of the room.
That’s when Cairo came to his senses. “Wait!” He yelled as he yanked on his boxers and ran to the door. The woman slammed it shut and turned to him. She placed her delicate manicured hand covered with expensive diamond jewelry in the middle of his chest. He stopped and looked down at the woman in front of him.
“Come near my daughter again and we will have you arrested.” Pamela Storm said wiping the hand that had touched him on her skirt.
“You can’t stop me from seeing her. She’s my wife.” The words were forceful but the inadequacy of youth and the strain of so unexpectedly coming face-to-face with his new mother in-law made his voice crack.
“Your wife? You must be joking.” Her smile was a mere twisting of the mouth. “First thing tomorrow morning my husband and I will get this travesty annulled. I hope you enjoyed your one night with my daughter,” she said glancing at the rumpled bed. “That’s all you will ever have.” Then she turned on her stiletto heels and walked out.
The slamming door propelled Cairo into action. They’d taken his wife. He took off in pursuit and was almost at the stairs before he realized he was still half- naked. He ran back to the room and with shaking hands slipped on his borrowed black tuxedo and shoes. He knew where they were taking Storm. He knew the Upper East Side Manhattan home where she lived, he’d just never been allowed inside. People like him never were.