And because it's May, and hot, Robin's gonna talk to us about Christmas. Because that's how we writers roll.
Without further ado, here's Robin:
Christmas Carols by the Pool
I’m anxiously counting down the days to my first release! At
the moment that I’m writing this blog post, A NIGHT OF SOUTHERN COMFORT will be
available from the Indulgence imprint of Entangled Publishing in 16 days, 2
hours, 3 minutes and 16, 15, 14, . . . seconds.
You get the picture. To say that
I am excited would be a little bit of an understatement!
- Santa Baby by Eartha Kitt
- Baby, It’s Cold Outside by the Glee Cast
- I’ll be Home for Christmas by Michael Buble
- Maybe Baby (New Year’s Eve) by Sugarland
- Snow Globe by Matt Wertz
Writer? Scrapbooker? Crafter? How do you summon the muse
when you have to get down to business?
Since I asked for it, Robin was kind enough to share a bit of she wrote at the pool. I dunno about you, but I want to read more.
"Turning in her seat, she was glad she was sitting when she took in the object of herinappropriate desire. Her best friend. Her boss. Nicholas Boone.
Even though he’d been in the United States for almost eight years, his demeanor still screamed “I’m sexy and British” and when he spoke it was like a sucker punch to her libido. Man, she wanted to hear him whisper dirty things in her ear with that accent. Colin Firth, eat your heart out.
With a slow grin, he pushed his glasses up on his nose and eased his hands into the pockets of his well-worn jeans. The sleeves of his button up shirt were rolled up to reveal the lean, muscled forearms dusted with the dark blonde hair that also laid in unruly waves on his head and frequently over his forehead and into his eyes when he needed a haircut. He needed one now and she bit back the reminder just perched on the edge of her tongue. Instead, she let her eyes travel down his long, lean form and back up again. Damn, he even made a sweater vest look good."
Even though he’d been in the United States for almost eight years, his demeanor still screamed “I’m sexy and British” and when he spoke it was like a sucker punch to her libido. Man, she wanted to hear him whisper dirty things in her ear with that accent. Colin Firth, eat your heart out.
With a slow grin, he pushed his glasses up on his nose and eased his hands into the pockets of his well-worn jeans. The sleeves of his button up shirt were rolled up to reveal the lean, muscled forearms dusted with the dark blonde hair that also laid in unruly waves on his head and frequently over his forehead and into his eyes when he needed a haircut. He needed one now and she bit back the reminder just perched on the edge of her tongue. Instead, she let her eyes travel down his long, lean form and back up again. Damn, he even made a sweater vest look good."
On her fortieth birthday, Robin Covington decided that
having a mid-life crisis and finding a boy-toy were far too tacky, so she
delved a little deeper into the “bucket list” and pulled out the long-shelved
dream of becoming an author. Now, she spends her time writing sizzling romance
where the hero and heroine can’t keep their hands off each other.
She doesn’t miss the boy-toy at all.
Her debut novel, A NIGHT OF SOUTHERN COMFORT, coming on June
15, 2012 from the Indulgence line at Entangled Publishing.
Robin is a member of the Romance Writers of America, the
Washington Romance Writers, a faculty member at Romance University, a
member of the Waterworld
Mermaids, and a guest contributor to the Happy
Ever After blog at USA Today.
Robin lives in Maryland with her hilarious husband, brilliant children, and ginormous puppy. You can find Robin on her website, Facebook and Twitter (@RobinCovington).
