#TellTaleTuesday with Dr. Randy Overbeck and Scarlet at Crystal River

Welcome Dr. Randy Overbeck for this week’s Tell Tale Tuesday with “Ghosts, the Essence of Halloween.”


If you do the research, you’ll find that the day we call Halloween has a complicated origin story. Probably the earliest source for this unique holiday actually dates back over two thousand years to an ancient Celtic celebration called Samhain. These ancient Celts celebrated November 1 as their new year—the end of summer and the harvest and the beginning of a long, cold winter. The night before, October 31, they believed the ghosts of the dead returned and roamed the earth.

Then, when the Romans conquered the Celts, around 43 A.D., they combined the Samhain with their own festival known as Feralia, a  day to honor the dead—which of course included the recognition of the spirits of our passed loved ones, some still present among us.

Move forward a few hundred years and Pope Gregory designated November 1 as All Saints Day, a holiday to honor all Christian martyrs and saints. A few centuries later, as Christianity spread over Celtic lands, the festivals of Samhain and Feralia were subsumed into what was called All Hallowed Eve—October 31—since it was the night before All Saints Day. All Hallowed Eve became a night to honor those we had lost…and perhaps recognize their ghosts among us.

European settlers then brought this tradition across the ocean. In America, the beliefs of different ethnic groups about the dead and ghosts meshed with the beliefs of Native Americans about the spirit world to yield our very American idea of Halloween. For example, in Colonial America, Halloween festivals included the telling of ghost stories and mischief-making in the spirits’ honor.

You might see a theme emerging here.

For centuries, this time of year has been a time for remembering the dead and acknowledging that some of those who have passed are still among us. While you are far more likely to encounter chainsaw murderers or howling werewolves at haunted houses or pass an eerie alien or blood-sucking vampire trick-or-treating, they are not really what Halloween is about.

Across the years, the celebration we call All Hallowed Eve or Halloween has always been about the ghosts of those we have lost…and wondering if, perhaps, these spirits might still be among us. I’d argue the mystery of Halloween is best captured by pondering if those who have gone before us might, on this special night, have something to tell us…if we are willing to listen.

The persistence of these beliefs, even until today, is just one of the reasons I chose to wrap a ghost story of those who have passed into the cold-case murder mystery in each of my Haunted Shores Mysteries. And what could be a better way to celebrate All Hallowed Eve than to curl up with an award-winning ghost story/mystery like Blood on the Chesapeake, Crimson at Cape May or the new release, Scarlet at Crystal River?



All Darrell Henshaw wanted was to enjoy his honeymoon with his beautiful wife, Erin, in the charming town of Crystal River on the sunny Gulf Coast of Florida. Only a pair of ghosts decide to intrude on their celebration. And not just any ghosts, the spirits of two young Latino children. Unwilling at first to derail the honeymoon for yet another ghost hunt, Darrell finally concedes when a painting of the kids comes alive, weeping and pleading for his help.

When he and Erin track down the artist, they discover the children’s family were migrant workers the next county over. But when they travel there, their questions about the kids gets their car shot up and Erin hospitalized. Torn between fear and rage, Darrell must decide how far he will go to get justice for two young children he never even knew.

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Darrell ran harder, finishing the loop and circling back to Erin. She was so engrossed in her paperback he managed to sneak up behind her. He leaned and in and grabbed another long kiss.

She kissed him back, smiling. “Now that’s better than a little fictional romance.” She got up and stretched her long legs.

“You ready for some waves?” he asked.

“If you’re up to it, let’s do a mile or so on the sand first.”

“You’re on.” Darrell gave a gentlemanly wave of his hand.

“I’ll race you.”

Erin took off like a shot, and Darrell hurried after her. Since the beach was small, they covered the same ground Darrell had a few minutes earlier, passing the family sandcastle builders, another jogger, and the same strolling couples. As usual, she was quick, and he had to hustle to keep up, using some fancy footwork to sidestep sunbathers as they ran. When they got to the north end of the beach where Darrell had turned to double back, Erin headed for a little spit of land that strutted out into the water. He looked beyond and saw what she was headed for. Accelerating, he passed her.

Ahead, at the far end of the beach, a pair of young kids, he’d guess about six, sat in the sand as the waves rolled over their legs. Their small hands busied with a primitive sandcastle. One had long, brown hair tied into pigtails, and the other had a full head of brown hair, unkempt and in need of a trim. He came up to them and stopped, Erin a few seconds behind.

The kids wore street clothes, not swimsuits, but he didn’t think much about it. Then he noticed something about the young boy. His right leg was stuck out at a grotesque angle, as if it had been broken and never set. Both kids giggled at the gurgling water that rolled up around their bare feet and pooled in the makeshift moat they’d dug around their sand creation. The castle was crude, a nearly round construction with seashells sticking up like turrets. The two kids glanced up, caramel eyes wide and pleading with half smiles of white teeth.

In unison, they said, “Ayudaños?”

“Huh?” Darrell said.

“Cute castle, huh?” Erin stared at the sand and looked up at Darrell. “I wonder who made it?” Her eyes roamed around the area. “Out here on this spit of land it isn’t going to last very long.”

“Those kids—” he started, pointing to the pair. When he looked down, the sandcastle sat alone, the gulf water flowing around the construction and into the crude moat.

His glance darted out to the waves, thinking they’d abandoned their work and ran into the water, even in their street clothes, though he wondered how the boy could have run.

No girl or boy.

Oh, God! The same two kids? “You vill have two visitors.”

“What’d you say?” Erin asked, her gaze meeting his.

The ghosts. Erin hadn’t seen them!

Shit, he couldn’t tell her. Not now. Not here.

“Nothing,” he managed around the lump in his throat and glanced back down at the sand.

There at his feet, the crude sand construction they’d been working on, complete with the three blue seashells sticking out of the top, sat alone on the sand. He reached down and grabbed one of the small seashells as the prickle on his neck returned and sizzled. Then he sensed something else, something ominous. No, not ominous, malevolent. More of Natalia’s warning came back to him.

“I see a malevolence, a great danger lurking nearby.”

A big wave rushed in, rolling over their ankles and leveling the mound of sand, leaving the beach empty. As if nothing had ever been there.



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Author Bio

Dr. Randy Overbeck is an award-winning educator, author and speaker. As an educator, he served children for four decades in a range of roles captured in his novels, from teacher and coach to principal and superintendent. His thriller, Leave No Child Behind (2012) and his recent mysteries, the Amazon No. 1 Best Seller, Blood on the Chesapeake, Crimson at Cape May and Scarlet at Crystal River have earned five star reviews and garnered national awards including “Thriller of the Year–ReadersFavorite.com, “Gold Award”—Literary Titan, “Mystery of the Year”—ReadersView.com and “Crowned Heart of Excellence”—InD’Tale Magazine. As a member of the Mystery Writers of America, Dr. Overbeck is an active member of the literary community, contributing to a writers’ critique group, serving as a mentor to emerging writers and participating in writing conferences such as Sleuthfest, Killer Nashville and the Midwest Writers Workshop. When he’s not writing or researching his next exciting novel or sharing his presentation, “Things Still Go Bump in the Night,” he’s spending time with his incredible family of wife, three children (and their spouses) and seven wonderful grandchildren.

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#ThirteenForThursday with Linda Griffin


Welcome author Linda Griffin for this week’s Thirteen for Thursday


Who was your first book boyfriend/girlfriend?

Long before I ever heard that term, I considered Bracken Murray, a character in Ever After by Elswyth Thane, my ideal man. The book was part of a series that I first read in early adolescence, so I’m pretty sure he was the first.

What are your favorite and least favorite words? (in any language…)

I have a number of favorite words, but I think synchronicity is tops at the moment. My least favorite is the N-word.

Would you ever jump out of a perfectly good airplane?

Maybe if it was on fire…

When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?

As soon as I figured out that somebody had to create the words I was reading, I knew I wanted to be a “book maker” when I grew up. Later I wanted to be a teacher, until I found out there was an actual job looking things up. I love research, so I was a born librarian even before I knew what it was.

What is the first movie you remember seeing?

Montana Mike. It was a Western with Robert Cummings as an angel who went back to heaven in a stagecoach at the end.

Spiders, friends or foes?

I think spiders are beautiful, except for daddy longlegs, which I find rather creepy. Tarantulas are my favorite. Many years ago my sister did a pseudo-Native American thing with cards that was supposed to indicate my totem animals, and one of them was a spider hanging over my head saying “Create, create!” Because of that I have two large furry tarantulas (not real ones!), Blackie and Tarantella, on top of my computer hutch.

What is one motto or philosophy you consistently live by?

“Not perfect, but better.” It’s a reminder that striving for perfection only leads to frustration. Most of the time it’s more important just to make things better.

If you could be the opposite sex for the day, what would you do?

Exactly what I do now, because I would still be me. Differences between individuals are so much more important than gender differences. Gender is part of who we are, but it doesn’t define us an individual.

What is the one skill you don’t have, but wish you did?

I’d love to be able to draw and paint, but I’m terrible at anything that requires manual dexterity. I’m only good with words and numbers.

If you won the lottery, what would you do?

Hire an accountant to deal with the tax complications and give most of it to charity. Also apologize to my mother, who disapproved of any kind of gambling. My dad would be thrilled though.

Star Wars or Star Trek?

Both. I was in love with Mr. Spock and then Han Solo.

If you had to dispose of a dead body, how would you do it?

I was once voted most likely to commit the perfect crime. I would drop the body down an elevator shaft in an about-to-be-demolished building. And yes, I used it in a story.

Are you related to (distantly or otherwise) to anyone famous? Who? What is his or her claim to fame?

I’m a descendant, not of Thomas Jefferson, but of his brother Randolph. He was a planter and captain of the local militia. Some historians also believe he, rather than Thomas, may have fathered Sally Hemings’s children.

Bonus Round

What was your favorite toy as a kid?

I had a favorite doll named Sherry, with eyes that opened and closed,  and I still have her, although she lives in a suitcase in the den closet these days.

If you could travel anywhere, where would it be and why?

I’ve always wanted to go to the Netherlands. I’ve heard that it’s very clean and very visitor friendly. (It’s also the best place in the world to have a baby.) I’d like to see the canals and windmills and the museums, before they disappear under the rising level of the ocean due to global warming.

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Author Bio

Linda Griffin is a native of San Diego and has a BA in English from San Diego State University and an MLS from UCLA. She retired as fiction librarian for the San Diego Public Library in order to spend more time on her writing. Her stories have been published in numerous journals including, EclecticaThema Literary ReviewThe Binnacle, and The Nassau Review. Love, Death, and the Art of Cooking is her fourth romantic suspense novel from the Wild Rose Press, after Seventeen Days (2018), The Rebound Effect (2019), and Guilty Knowledge (2020). In addition to the three R’s—reading, writing, and research—she enjoys movies, Scrabble, and travel.

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#MusicMonday | Dee Gees – You Should Be Dancing

So, day job got me sucked in – going from sitting in front of my computer to physically-demanding work hasn’t gone as smoothly as I hoped it would. But I’m still here… and running late, so I’ll keep this short.

Stumbled across this this morning… and kind of love it.

What do y’all think? Tell me in the comments…

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#MusicMonday | Le Freak by CHIC

ball, disco ball, jump

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So… week one of new job is down, and I’m having a ball – but that’s not what the disco ball is for. That’s for today’s #MusicMonday pick – “Le Freak” by CHIC. Nothing better than a 70’s throwback (unless it’s an 80’s throwback, but I digress…)

I seem to recall my brother had this on 45, and I wasn’t supposed to touch it. I did, however, decide to take it to school for show & tell, and I accidentally sat on it. And broke it. #Whoops

Anyway, enjoy today’s Music Monday – and have a fantastic start to the week!

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#MusicMonday – Route 66 by Depeche Mode

route 66, sign, highway

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I don’t know what it is about “Route 66” – especially the Depeche Mode version – that makes it perfect for a new start song. It evokes a sense of freedom and exploration and adventure. At least it does for me. 🙂

And so, it’s off to start a new job today – I hadn’t intended on working for anyone else ever again, at least as an employee, especially given the absolute batshit crazy of the last job. The opportunity presented itself, though, and so it’s off to new adventures in just a little bit.

Have a happy Monday, and enjoy your own adventures, new or otherwise!

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Oh, the Randomness | Dorian Gray the Cat

So… this is my very own Mr. Dorian Gray – who’s 16+ and who had a tooth pulled yesterday. I was super worried about the anesthesia given his age, but he did just fine and now he’s on soft food and painkillers for a week or so to give his gum time to heal.

He’s currently hiding under the bed since his morning meds have taken effect.

No reason for post this except to share the joy. I was an absolute wreck yesterday.

Happy Good Friday and Easter weekend, to those of you who celebrate.

As an aside, if you’ve never read The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, I highly recommend it. You can get it free from the Project Gutenberg site (linked above – they also appear to have an audio version available) and you can probably find free versions on the major retailers.

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#MusicMonday – Up All Night by Aaron Lee Tasjan

guitars, strings, musical instruments

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A wonderful friend of mine introduced me to this song last week – it’s fun and funky and it reminds me a little of Tom Petty, though I couldn’t tell you why. Maybe it’s the phrasing of certain words, or the beat, or the timber of his voice…

Whatever the case, it’s a song I feel I should share. So, Happy #MusicMonday and check out Aaron Lee Tasjan.

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#ThirteenForThursday with Candace Colt


Welcome author Candace Colt for this week’s Thirteen for Thursday


What is one fun fact about yourself very few people know?

I love the reaction when I tell people I was a Nuclear Medicine Technologist. Most people assume I must have been a nuclear scientist (I wish!). I transitioned from a public-school teacher to this high-tech medical imaging field with really no idea what it was, either. It was a fantastic privilege to be a part of it.

What is your favorite childhood memory? 

Playing outside with the neighborhood kids with the only rule to come home when the street lights came on. BTW we could play without any adult supervision.  In fact, the adults got a break when we were all outside.

What is your favorite smell and why? 

Lemons! They always pick up my mood no matter what’s going on. And they remind me of being a kid and watching my mom pick lemons in our backyard to make homemade lemon meringue pie. She always made a little individual pie just for me. And I grew up with zero baking skills!

What was your favorite toy as a kid?

Hands down, the first two-wheel bicycle that I got somewhere around fourth grade. Riding all by myself gave me the feeling of independence and freedom.

What is the one skill you don’t have but wish you did?

See my answer to my favorite scene. I would so love to have the ability to levitate and fly. But after you read my response to number 15, you will wonder how I could say that!

What is your favorite scene from a movie, and why?

The swordfight scene when the opponents float and fly over the bamboo trees in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. The effects were excellent, and you totally thought they were actually flying.

How far away do you live from your birthplace?

I was born in Inglewood, California, and now I live near Clearwater, Florida. As the crow flies, the cities are 2500 miles apart.

What is the one thing you wanted but never got as a kid?

I always wanted a big brother. I was an only child at a time when “onlies” were rare. Maybe one other kid in my elementary school class (I went K-6 with most of them) was an only child. I suspect we would have feuded and fussed like all siblings, and a lot of my friends are estranged from their grown siblings. All that said, I still wish I’d had that brother.

If you could travel anywhere, where would it be and why?

Pick only one? That’s not fair. But if I must, it would be Amsterdam. I’ve been three times, and I’m always amazed at how cosmopolitan yet steeped in history it is at the same time. You can walk or take mass transit everywhere. I could spend hours in the art museums or shopping in the outdoor markets. And don’t believe anything about Dutch food being bad. It is delicious. Though I never acquired the taste for raw herring, it was in Amsterdam where I fell in love with  Pannenkoeken. These are not your IHOP pancakes, trust me! They are delicious with a hot cup of coffee and best eaten in an outdoor café. If I could, I’d book a flight right now and stay at my favorite place, the Hotel Estherea.

If you could write yourself into any TV show, which would you choose, and why?

I would love to be a character in the British series “Midsomer Murders.” With my dogged determination to get to the truth, I’d be an excellent Detective Chief Inspector and a great asset to the team—though they might get a little weary of my constant nosing into things!

Would you rather wear combat boots or heels?

Combat boots for sure! I had to wear heels for way too long, and at this point in my life, it’s about comfort. And anybody in combat boots has to be a badass, right?

What is the craziest thing you’ve ever done?

Years ago, my husband and I were talked into training for a 26.2-mile marathon. I was a plodding runner—well, walk-runner. So, guess which one we decided to do first? London! I know. Crazy, right? Yes, it was. We finished but looking back now, I have no idea how. We started in Greenwich, a town in south-east London.  The race goes over Tower Bridge and finishes at Buckingham Palace. Amazing experience, but would I do it again? Nope.

What film or book gave you an intense emotional reaction?

I’m a sucker for classic movies. One film that really gets me is “The Way We Were” with Streisand and Redford. It doesn’t air often, but once it starts, I’m glued to the screen until the end. It hits all the marks for me. Period piece. Totally unlikely opposites who attract. Strong story. Flashbacks. Impossible odds. Romance. And Streisand’s clothes were amazing.

Bonus Round

Are you related to (distantly or otherwise) to anyone famous? Who? What is his or her claim to fame?

My 9th great-grandmother was Rebecca Towne Nurse, accused and hanged as a witch in 1692 in Salem, MA.

What is the one thing you covet?

This might be the most challenging question. I guess I covet people who are not afraid of heights. I don’t know why, but I just go stupid when I get in high places. I won’t sit by the window on a plane. I hate driving over bridges—Sunshine Skyway in particular. Ladders above two steps? Not a chance. Outside glass elevators? Oh, that is not happening.

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Author Bio

Florida author Candace Colt always “believed she could” write, so after retiring in 2014 “she did!”  She’s published nine contemporary paranormal romance novels (don’t worry–not gory or scary). Why paranormal? Because she thinks they are fun to write and besides even shifters, elves, psychics and time travelers deserve their happily ever after. Love’s a trip so hop on for the ride!


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#TellTaleTuesday with M. Ravenel and The Arrangement


Welcome author M. Ravenel and The Arrangement for this week’s Tell Tale Tuesday.


I never thought in a million years that I would write any sort of mystery story. Ironically, my problem-solving skills are lacking, to say the least. So, who knew this day would come when I would end up publishing my very first detective mystery story like this? I’ve never read a mystery story prior to writing this book, and the most crime fiction I was ever exposed to was Law & Order: SVU. But like all things with my writing (or anything creative, for that matter), I like to challenge myself. This book was definitely a challenge, but not as hard as I thought it would be.

The Arrangement is a story about a young woman name Rita “Tootsie” Carter, a snarky, spunky, rough-and-tumble gal from the Bronx, New York City. The Arrangement takes place in New York City 1975, a crazy time, for sure. So you can imagine that this was also a great setting for a crime fiction story like this.

Tootsie’s story originated as a series of short stories about her as a nine year-old girl in 1956. Each of the stories involved her pretending she was famous detective like her idol, Dick Tracy, and solving little mysteries around her neighborhood. She also had a penchant for Tootsie Rolls, which garnered her nickname. I wrote the first short story for an anthology contest (which ended up getting chosen and published). I wrote more stories for subsequent contests and writing prompts. These stories were written in a way that kids today as well as kids from the 40s and 50s could enjoy and relate to.

With all of these Tootsie short stories I had written, a question was posed to me as to what Tootsie would be like if she were older. It took some thinking, but thankfully, I was able to turn to my parents, who remembered New York City in the 70s most vividly. In writing The Arrangement, I learned a lot of new things about life back then. The most interesting was that it was in 1974 that women were finally allowed to have their own credit card!

Tootsie is someone who likes to go against society’s norm—much like me. Being a woman in a man’s world, the odds were stacked against her. And being African-American, those odds were stacked even higher. A lot of the themes in The Arrangement centers on Tootsie navigating (and surviving) this tumultuous world. She was a former cop turned private detective, which was a bit of a rare thing for women. She’s single, independent, and can hold her own in most situations. There are some women’s liberation themes sprinkled throughout the story, as she faces her own challenges. But she doesn’t let that stop her from doing her job and stopping the bad guys.

The Arrangement is the first book in a planned series that will hold a similar charm as the kid-Tootsie short stories, but with a bit of a darker, more mature edge. I would classify this book as ‘hard-boiled detective mystery,’ but some readers may consider it ‘soft-boiled.’ There is plenty of dark humor, snark, and action.

I hope readers around the world will fall in love with Tootsie and her friends, just as I have.



The Blurb

“A gritty, hard-boiled mystery featuring a tough, snarky, female private eye from 1970s New York City.”

Another case has fallen onto the desk of Tootsie Carter; a female detective armed with a snubnosed Colt .38, unmatchable wit, and a pocketful of Tootsie Rolls.

New York City, 1975

A missing wife. The seedy underbelly of the boxing world. Lace your gloves and ring the bell, PI Tootsie Carter is on the case.

When a desperate man stumbles into her office, pleading for help locating his wife, Tootsie launches into the investigation.

Following the clues, she uncovers a boxing racketeer with a deadly agenda.

Can Tootsie deliver the one-two punch that brings the woman home safe? Or will more bodies fall to the mats?


Eyeing the knife, I inhaled. Then I grabbed his wrist with my free hand, holding him firmly, while I yanked my other hand out of his tight grip. I spun, keeping the knife in sight, and gave his wrist a sharp twist.


The knife dropped, and the kid howled. He keeled over and held his disabled hand. He looked back at me with fire in his eyes. “Bitch!” He gritted his teeth then straightened again.

I stabbed my leg into his gut with a bone-crushing side kick, my tough boot folding him back over like a book and knocking the wind out of him. His eyes bugged out, and he staggered backward. I whipped out my gun and aimed it at him. “Still wanna tangle?”

His face turned snow white, and his one good hand shot up in surrender. “H-Hey, baby… easy… easy with that!” he said between gasps.

I scowled. “Don’t call me baby. Now get outta here, sucker, before I pump you full of lead. And don’t let me catch you or your friends’ ugly mugs around here again, dig?”

He swallowed once then took a nervous step back.

“Scram!” I clicked off the safety.

The kid turned tail and ran, tripping over his two friends. He stumbled but quickly recovered and bolted down the sidewalk. His friends struggled to their feet and hurried after him. Soon, the three disappeared around the corner.

Sighing, I reset the safety and put away my gun.

Mitts raised his eyebrows. “Whoa. Who are you? Bruce Lee? Those were some bad moves. Where’d you learn that?”

I gave him a coy grin. “I was one of the few students who actually paid attention in self-defense class at the academy.”

“That’s dynamite.”

“Anyway, I’m more partial to Jim Kelly.”

“Oh yeah. He’s a bad mother too.”

“And he’s fine.

Mitts laughed. “Don’t tell Roy that.”

“Roy can stick it up his nose.”

“That’s not very ladylike.”

I snorted. “I’m not a lady today.”

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Ravenel is the author of the Plainclothes Tootsie mystery series featuring a tough, snarky private eye from 1970s New York City.

When not writing, reading, or working out, Ravenel enjoys watching Golden Age hard-boiled and noir detective films.

Ravenel may sometimes be spotted wearing a signature trench coat and fedora while penning the next Plainclothes Tootsie story on a typewriter-inspired keyboard.

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#MusicMonday | I Want You by Savage Garden

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I am an unabashed fan of pop music. Not all pop music, but Savage Garden? Absolutely. And aside from my current disdain for the current state of celebrity culture, this is hands-down, make-me-feel-happy music. I’ve not listened to any of Darren Haye‘s solo stuff, but I’ve always thought there was something inherently sexy about him. Maybe it’s his eyes. Or the slight cock of his eyebrow in the video for “I Want You.” Or maybe the way his mouth moves while he’s singing.

Maybe it’s all of the above, or maybe it simply harkens back to an extraordinarily happy time in my life, but this morning I went searching for something else completely, and this is where I landed. I’ve obviously got musician on my mind today,  thanks to a storyline I’m sorting out. Does this mean more writing is forthcoming?

If we’re lucky. 🙂

So, enjoy today’s #MusicMonday. Be happy. And revel in the sexy. xo

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