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The Romance Saga Part V – Handling Competition

Posted in General on January 13th, 2011 by Casey Crow

It has been a while since our last installment of 7′s Romance Saga, so to update you, she now has some competition. Apparently, another little girl likes The Crush too, so how is 7 handling the situation?
Get rid of her.
Yeah…that’s not really possible and most likely illegal so I asked for more scenarios.

1. Watch how The Crush and New Girl interact to see if he’s showing interest.
New Girl is being “mean” (flirting) and Crush is being “mean” back.

To counteract this potential catastrophe, 7 needs a plan of action. I suggested 7 actually TALK to The Crush instead of just smiling at him, but Mama got the eye roll. 7′s playdate has come up with several options:
1. Get your hair done.
2. Get your fingers and toes done.
3. Always move your hips when you walk, but just a little.
4. See if he has a Facebook page and if he does, “talk” to him. That’s easier than actually talking to him face to face.
5.Throw a party and invite him.
6. Get some high heels, but practice walking steady in them first.
7. Get a dog like a great dane. A lot of boys love dogs.
8. Sigh and brush your hand over your forehead.
9. Try to listen to hip hop music. Boys kinda like that.

Now, I may be out of touch with today’s way of thinking, but I’m sticking by my suggestion to TALK to The Crush. Not be “mean,” simply say “hi, how’s it going.” Any other suggestions you have would be greatly appreciated!


Don’t Look Back

Posted in General on January 10th, 2011 by Guest

Don”t Look Back

There was a song that had the line; “Don’t look back,” in it.  Satchel Paige, a baseball player, used to say;”Don’t look back, something may be gaining on you.”  Both of these lines are good advice.

There is an enemy to our destiny and for most it is called ‘our past.”  When we get caught up in our past mistakes and wrong decisions we can easily lose sight of our destiny. If our past can keep us focused on it, rather than our destiny, then we will never live our destiny.  When we are stressed out and worried about what was; rather than exciting and pumped about what is coming; we have lost.  Our past is just that; past. It is gone; whether good, bad or ugly; it is all in the past.  Get your focus on today and what is coming.  Prepare by learning from the past, it is useful for something, but don’t dwell there.  Just like with Moses and the Israelis, when the cloud or the pillar of fire moved; they moved with it.  It is time to leave all the past in the dust and move on.  Our destiny is ahead and waiting for us to get a move on.  You are awesome and that includes your past.  You are still in the game. Don’’t take yourself out.  See you at the finish!

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New Year Goals

Posted in General on January 3rd, 2011 by Casey Crow

Happy New Year everyone! Have you made your resolutions yet? Planning to lose weight? Get more organized? Read the Bible more regularly? Train to run a marathon?

Motivation guru Tony Robbins says to write down your goals, and since resolutions are annual goals, let’s take a moment to write them down.  Honestly, I couldn’t tell you when the last time I made a resolution. Years ago I learned that if I didn’t make them, I wouldn’t break them and since I’d broken every one I’d ever made, it was best to avoid them altogether. But this year, I’m stepping out and writing down my goals. Personal: 1.) Continue to be the best mom I can be. 2.) Maintain my workout regiment. 3.) Eat healthier (this one is hard because I like junk with an overdose of processed sugar ~ hence my reason for working out so hard). Professional: 1.) GET PUBLISHED! (no pressure huh?) 2.) Become more diligent with my writing (I’m too realistic to say I’ll do it everyday, but I plan write first, play on Facebook second!).

So what are resolutions?


Show a Zombie Some Love!

Posted in General on December 20th, 2010 by Casey Crow

Thanks so much for letting me guest blog today!
Readers often ask me how I come up with ideas for my books, so I thought I’d give you a little behind-the-scenes peek at how I came up with my new release, a paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave called DEAD SEXY
Before I say anything else though, isn’t that cover too hot for words?!  When the art department sent it to me, I probably gazed at it for a good ten minutes in mouth-drooling appreciation before I could email them back telling the artist it not only rocked, but totally fit the book.  The hero is “Dead Sexy,” after all! 
Okay, back to the story and how I came up with it.  First, to set the stage, I need to share a little something with you about myself.  Well, about my hubby and me, actually.  We love zombie movies, from the George Romero gems to Shaun of the Dead and everything in between, including “Walking Dead,” the new series on AMC.  You just can’t go wrong with  a movie full of walking dead people, can you?  Well, if you’ve ever seen a zombie movie (or even you haven’t), then you know the creatures aren’t the heroes of the film.  I mean, how can they be, right?  They’re all dead and decayed and downright unattractive, not to mention pretty damn scary.  Which was why you can imagine my surprise when my hubby suggested I write an erotic romance about a zombie hero.  I was like, you’re kidding, right?  What woman in her right mind would fall in love with a dead guy?  No way could that possibly work, or so I thought.
Turns out, my hubby wasn’t kidding.  In fact, he started working up ideas for the story.
“The hero didn’t have to be a zombie all the time,” he told me. “Think outside the box – take a little literary license!”
Okay, I thought. I suppose I could be open minded.  
My hubby told me that in his out-of-the-box world, the hunky hero got cursed by an evil Voodoo priestess and only turns into a zombie sometimes.  
“I’m listening,” I said. 
“And when he does go zombie, he doesn’t have to be like the kind in the movies,” my hubby added.  “Well, he has to look like one, you know all dead and stuff, but he doesn’t have to be a mindless creature or attack humans or eat anything gross.”
So, brains are completely out, thanks goodness!
“Think Jensen Ackles or Jared Padelecki, with a really, really, really dark tan - (yes, my hubby knows I’ve got a thing for the Supernatural hunks!) - well, maybe more gray and black than tan, but you get the idea.”
I thought about that for a minute.  “So, the hero’s dead, but he’s still sexy, is that what you’re saying?”
“Exactly,” he said, giving me a grin as my eyes lit up with understanding.
By that point, my hubby had pretty much sold me on the idea.  Of course, I knew if I ran with it, I was going to have to sell it to a publisher, and I knew that could be tough since the hero is a zombie. But I ran with it anyway and ended up with a full-length novel.  And it came out pretty damn good, if I do say so myself!  I still had to find a publisher for it, though. 
About this same time, It just so happens that several of my other books were in the process of being picked up by Ellora’s Cave and I thought what the heck?  Why not pitch it to my editor there and see what she thinks?  So I did, and she told me to send it to her.  She was interested to see how I handled the whole zombie-thing.  Well, long story, short, she liked it.  A lot!  My zombie romance with it’s dead-sexy hero had a home!  I was thrilled and my hubby walked around for a week with a smug, “I-told-you-so” look on his face.
I’ve been getting the word out there about DEAD SEXY ever since I signed the contract for it and I’m thrilled with the interest from readers who can’t wait to get their hands on it!  I can’t wait for them to read it, too!  
Now that I’ve revealed the story behind the story, I thought I’d share the blurb and an excerpt just to whet your appetite for more!
 Romance author Simone Kent thinks she might just have found the most perfect guy in all of New York City – in bed and out. But Drake Parrish is about as far from perfect as any man can get. Eight years ago, he was cursed by an evil Voodoo priestess to live part of his life as a zombie. Since then, he has lived like a recluse on New York’s Upper East Side, afraid to go out for fear he’ll suddenly turn into one of the walking dead.

 The sex if the hottest either of them has ever experienced and Simone discovers just how naughty she can be with Drake, while he finds himself feeling things for her that he hasn’t felt in a very long time. When the Voodoo priestess learns of their relationship, however, she comes after him again. She is determined to make sure he won’t have a future with Simone, even if that means killing both him and the woman he loves.

 As she led him up the steps to the second floor, Drake found himself wondering if she would ask him in. And wondering what he’d say if she did. When they came to a stop outside the door to her apartment, Simone turned to give him a smile.

 “I had a great time tonight.”

 “Me, too.”

 She caught her bottom lip between her perfect white teeth and chewed on it thoughtfully as if unsure what she wanted to say next. It was probably an unconscious gesture, something she did whenever she was thinking, but to him, it was sexy as hell and all he could think about was kissing her.

 Surely, one kiss couldn’t hurt. He desperately wanted to. He hadn’t kissed a woman in so long. It would be nice to see if he still remembered how.

 Before he could stop himself, Drake tilted Simone’s face up to his and pressed his mouth to hers.

 She tasted just as sweet and delicious as he thought she would. Her lips were soft and pliant under his as she kissed him back, her tongue eagerly seeking his out.

 Drake groaned and slid his hand into her hair, deepening the kiss. Simone sighed into his mouth, running her hands up the front of his shirt to grasp his shoulders. The feel of her touch was like a tonic to his deprived soul and he let out another groan, deeper this time.

 He ran his free hand up her side and around to her breast, cupping it through the soft material of her dress. He couldn’t stop himself and apparently, Simone didn’t want him to. She moaned and arched against him. He could feel the heat of her pussy through their clothes as she pressed up against his hard cock. Damn, she felt good.

 Drake drew her bottom lip into his mouth and gently suckled on it before slowly kissing his way along the delicate curve of her jaw. Simone clutched his shoulders and tilted her head back. He eagerly trailed a path of hot kisses down her neck, then back up, his mouth finding hers again. Simone looped her arms around his neck, pulling him in even closer as their tongues met.

 Down the hall, a door slammed, reminding him where they were.

 Drake dragged his mouth away from hers, his breathing ragged as he tried to regain control. He had to get it together because he was about five seconds away from doing something really stupid. Like taking her to bed. “I should go.”

 Her lips curved into a sexy, flirtatious smile. “Or you could stay.”

 God, how he wanted to. But as much as he’d love to spend the rest of the night exploring every inch of her body, he couldn’t take the chance he might go zombie on her right in the middle of sex. Talk about coitus interruptus, And it had already been almost four days since he last turned, which meant he was already pushing his luck.

 “You don’t know how much I want to,” he groaned. “But I can’t.”

 Simone looked up at him with those big, blue eyes. “Why not?”

 “Because I…” He hesitated, trying to come up with something that would sound believable. “I have a column due in the morning and I haven’t even started on it yet.” She knew all about deadlines, so she would understand that. Besides, he did have a column to write, it just wasn’t due until next week. “Rain check?”

 She looked disappointed, but she smiled anyway. “Absolutely. How does coming over for dinner tomorrow night sound?”

 It would be crazy to agree when he could be so close to having an episode, but he couldn’t say no. Not when she asked in that soft, sultry voice. “Sounds great.”

 “Good. Be here at seven.”

 “Seven it is.”

 She pulled him down for another long, slow kiss on the mouth. “Don’t be late.”

 His mouth twitched. “I won’t.” He bent his head to kiss her again, then groaned. “If I don’t go now, I’ll be here all night.”

 Simone laughed. “Would that be such a bad thing?”

 “Not to me, but my editor at Money Issues might not be too understanding when he doesn’t find my column sitting in his inbox tomorrow.”

 She sighed. “Deadlines can be a real pain in the butt sometimes. Okay, go home and write your column. I’ll cuddle up with a bowl of ice cream instead.”

 He chuckled. “Sounds better than taking a cold shower, which is what I’m going to be doing when I get home.” He closed his mouth over hers once more. “See you tomorrow night, beautiful.”

 Resisting the urge to pull her into his arms again, Drake turned and walked down the hallway toward the stairwell. At the top of the steps, he glanced over his shoulder to see Simone standing where he’d left her, a sexy curve to her lips.

 It took every ounce of strength he possessed not to go back and pin her against the door for one more long, lingering kiss. God, what he wouldn’t give to spend the night with her. Man, it was going to take more than a cold shower to get her out of his head. 

Hope you enjoyed the excerpt and that you can’t wait to read more! You can get DEAD SEXY from Ellora’s Cave at
You can also check out the trailer here!
If you decide to pick up DEAD SEXY, let me know how you like it!



Solo Honeymoon

Posted in General on December 16th, 2010 by Casey Crow

Hey Casey, thanks for letting me drop in today to your blog. I love your pink, happy place. It matches your personality so well. A great website for a great person. I appreciate the chance to come by and talk about my release, Solo Honeymoon, a little bit. It’s a story set in London, Italy, and New York City. I love to travel and set my stories in cities other than my own. Seems more romantic to me although I live in paradise.

Since the RWA national conference will be held at the Marriott Marquis in Times Square in 2011, I thought I share a little about NYC here today. I love NYC but can only take a few days at a time there. The buzz of activity is constant and it truly is the city that never sleeps. Sirens, ambulances, people, taxis, and anything you can imagine goes on all day and night. It’s wild. I live in the south where the pace is much slower and I start to get overwhelmed after about five days. And while I like walking, I love my car and taking cabs, buses and the subway gets old fast. I saw a sign for a parking garage in Times Square and it said the rate was $1,400.00 a month to park a car. Park a car, yes, $1,400.00.

The Marriott Marquis is a wonderful hotel and it plays a role in my novel, Solo Honeymoon, as does Junior’s Cheesecake.

Junior’s cheesecake is just across the street from the hotel. It’s a full service restaurant with excellent food but the cheesecake is to die for. The pieces are huge- I recommend you go- with a friend- and share. Definitely share.

Here’s a bit of the story that includes the Marquis and Junior’s:

After the show, she stopped in at Junior’s Cheesecake near Schubert Alley to have a slice of chocolate mousse. As she sat outside enjoying the slice and watching the crowd, she noticed a man jump out of one of the limousines that had been going in and out of the drive to the Marriott. 

Was that Dario? No. Impossible. Must be all the sugar in this slice of cheesecake that’s as big as my head.Just another handsome olive-skinned man. I’m seeing him everywhere.She closed the plastic box with half the cheesecake left in it, got up, and walked across the street to the hotel and rode up the glass elevator to her suite on the forty-eighth floor. The suite her father had arranged for her was immense. It was rather plain with all the white bedclothes and the tan upholstery. She felt it was a place of refuge in its plainness. New York City was always buzzing and humming, and the room was an oasis. Emma put the rest of the cheesecake in the mini refrigerator, kicked off her shoes, and flopped down on the sofa in the living room area of the suite. She snapped on the television just for the noise. The phone rang. She grabbed the receiver. “Hello.”

 “Miss Chauncey?”

“Yes? This is Emma Chauncey.”

“This is the front desk. I wanted to tell you that there was a Count de Luca, down here at the desk. He asked for you and he also asked me not to tell you he was here but I figured I better since you’re paying the bill.” the voice said with a slight giggle.

You can order the book here:

Come by and visit me at

Thanks again, Casey, for letting me come by. I want to give away a copy of Solo Honeymoon to one commenter. Just leave me a comment telling me your favorite kind of cheesecake for a chance to win. My personal favorite is pumpkin. I’ll have draw a number from the comments for a winner. Visit to see what’s next in Jillian’s life as I have two more books to be released in 2011.


Romancing the Mystery

Posted in General on December 9th, 2010 by Casey Crow

Jackie King loves books, words, and writing tall tales. She especially enjoys murdering the people she dislikes on paper. King is a full time writer who also teaches writing at Tulsa Community College. Her latest novel, THE INCONVENIENT CORPSE is a traditional mystery. King has also written four novellas as co-author of the Foxy Hens Series. Thanksgiving with a Mysterious Stranger is her latest novella and is included in the anthology TWO FOXY HOLIDAY HENS AND ONE BIG ROOSGER. Her only nonfiction book is DEVOTED TO COOKING. She is a member of Sisters in Crime, Mystery Writers of America, Romance Writers of America, Oklahoma Writers Federation, Oklahoma Mystery Writers, and Tulsa Night Writers.


Thanks, Casey, for inviting me as a guest blogger to discuss “Romancing the Mystery.” Very gutsy of you since I can’t seem to spin a romantic yarn without weaving in “Murder Most Foul” along with “Happily Ever After.” When my fingers hit the keyboard I’m immediately seized by the urge to murder some odious person on paper. ALAS for my LACK (pun intended) of control, but YEA for the fun of it. You see, I can choose any dolt I wish who has ‘done me wrong’ or ‘irritated the fire out of me.’ (Okie speak.)

Since I write traditional (cozy) mystery, the violence in my stories happens off scene and my main character stumbles onto the body. Circumstances then drag this hapless person into the solving of the crime. In my novel THE INCONVENIENT CORPSE, poor Grace Cassidy discovers a naked dead body in her hotel bed. Then (as if she didn’t have enough problems dealing with an unfaithful husband), I add a rugged cop named Sergeant Sam Harper, who thinks our Grace did the killing but likes her anyway. [Now available on Kindle $2.99]

Oh my! There’s nothing like murder and mayhem and secret lusting after someone who is totally wrong for you, to get a reader’s/writer’s juices flowing. I know, because those are the kinds of books I read until my eyes feel as if they have been sandpapered.

For writers out there, I suggest you consider spiking your romance with a touch of mystery. For my favorite people, readers (and of course this includes writers who are avid readers) let’s chat for a minute about authors who excel at this skill:

Nancy Martin has penned the delightful Blackbird Sisters mysteries series. She begins with HOW TO MURDER A MILLIONAIRE and continues to MURDER MELTS IN YOUR MOUTH. And I just heard a new Blackbird book is in the mill. Martin also writes the brassier Roxy Abruzzo series featuring a monster dog and a monster truck, along with the madcap heroine.

Charlaine Harris doesn’t just write about vampires! If you haven’t already done so, check out her Aurora “Roe” Teagarden line involving a young librarian and her evolving love life. Aurora “Roe” Teagarden begins as a stereotypical librarian wearing coke bottle glasses and sensible shoes. Her social highlight is a once-a-month meeting with other mystery enthusiasts to discuss murder. As might be expected, someone is iced and Roe becomes sleuth. She also evolves through the series into a sexy woman with an exciting social calendar. These books are well-plotted, exciting mysteries, combined with romance.

Have y’all (more Okie speak) read Elaine Viet’s ‘Dead End Job series?’ If not, you might want to read the first chapter of AN UPLIFTING MURDER (free on line). Bet you’ll love it. I intend to order my copy as soon as I finish writing this blog. She’s another writer who keeps me glued to the book until the last page is finished.

I’ve shared three of my favorites mystery/romance series. Let me know your best picks, whatever they may be, and if I haven’t already tried these authors I’ll head for my favorite bookstore.


Jackie King


Confessions: Order? I don’t need no stinking order!

Posted in General on November 30th, 2010 by Guest

Hey all! It’s Robin again, back with another confession. My husband thinks I’m strange. For many reasons, really, but relevant to this conversation, he thinks I am totally weird for reading books out of order. To me, it doesn’t matter that three books came before the latest one I brought home from Borders last night. If the premise and characters portrayed on the back cover seem interesting to me, I’m all in.

It’s usually when I start reading the book that I become enthralled with the stories and landscapes the author has created – and then am introduced to other characters whose stories have been told in the previous books. Once I’m hooked, I often will go back to the beginning of the series and get the whole overarching picture, but it’s not a necessity.

For example, when I started reading Gaelen Foley’s seven-book series of Regency romances that centered on the Knight family, I chose the second book (Born of Fire) to start with. The story was one of the bad boy versus the good girl and seemed pretty interesting when I perused it in the store. In that novel, I fell for the hero and heroine and was introduced to some members of the extended Knight family, whose stories I read soon after.

To this day, though, I’ve still never read the first book in the series. Each is self-contained, while sowing the seeds for the novels that follow. But I’m satisfied with what I know about these characters and don’t feel particularly compelled to find out how it all began.

I admire how series authors are able to tell their stories so intricately over hundreds upon hundreds of pages, yet still make every book stand on its own. It gives me, as a reader, the freedom to choose how I approach their work. It also makes the journey all the more thrilling, since I can read a book all over again and get a whole new perspective after having gained more context from the ones that came before.

How do you approach reading series novels? Do you have to start at the beginning, or do individual stories catch your attention?

Thanks for having me on again Casey!


Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

Posted in General on November 25th, 2010 by Casey Crow

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Do You Admit To Reading Romance?

Posted in General on November 20th, 2010 by Casey Crow

About Grace Elliot.
Grace leads a double life as a veterinarian by day and author of sensuous historical romance by night. An avid romance reader, her favorite authors include Mary Balogh, Lisa Kleypas, Julia Quinn and Nicola Cornick. As well as being addicted to books, her other passions are cats, chocolate and…guinea pigs, all of which figure heavily at her blog:


As a writer, having a book published is about as exciting as it gets. So when word got out that my historical romance ‘A Dead Man’s Debt’ is now available, guess what my boss’s response was? Yep, you guessed it.

‘Oh, a romance? Not Mills and Boon, I hope.’ (Said in a derisory tone.)

It’s niggled me since that I didn’t immediately respond, ‘So you’ve never read one?’ But in truth, I was a little embarrassed about being a romance fan… plus I was angling for a pay review at the time!

Now I’m an intelligent woman, a professional, and I love romances. In truth it’s the ‘sneerers’ who have never read one who should feel embarrassed. Why? Answer -Because of their ill informed assumptions.

Sneerers assume that romance novels are superficial and poorly crafted. OK so there is the odd dodgy writer out there, as in any genre, but the best romances are a subtle interplay of emotional tension, evocative description and riveting plot such that you are transported to a different time and place, away from the responsibilities of the real world.

And as for being superficial – a historical romance requires heaps of research to successfully evoke time and place. I write the sort of books I love to read; steeped in atmosphere, complex characters and a gripping plot. I hope you agree, hold your head high and ignore ignorant ‘sneerers.’


Set in Regency England ‘A Dead Man’s Debt’ is a story of blackmail, duty and an unexpected love.

Celeste Armitage has a plan…and that plan doesn’t include marriage.

After deliberately humiliating a suitor, Celeste’s despairing parents exile her to the country. But once there she discovers a sketch book of daring nude studies and is shaken to find the artist is her hostess’s eldest son, Lord Ranulf Charing. This darkly cynical lord is exactly the sort of dissipated rogue she despises most…if only her blood didn’t heat at the thought of him…

Nothing is as it seems. Lord Ranulf’s life is a façade. Only he can save the Charing’s from disgrace as a blackmailer tries to ruin his late brother’s reputation. But just as Ranulf dares to open his heart to Celeste, the fury of his nemesis is unleashed… facing him with the stark choice between true love and family duty. However when Celeste guesses the truth behind his rejection, Ranulf underestimates her resolve to clear his name and in so doing places the woman he loves in mortal danger….

To find out more about ‘A Dead Man’s Debt’ visit:




[Celeste accidently finds Lord Ranulf’s private sketchbook.]


On the next page a lithe figure rose out of darkness, arms raised as if to dance away. Candlelight played in soft shadows of her sinuous back. But more remarkable than the fluidity of her form was the intimacy of her look, glancing over her shoulder toward the artist with eyes brim full of lust.

Celeste forgot to breath, shaken by the undeniable realisation that these pictures were drawn by a man…and one intimately acquainted with women.

“Oh my.” Fascinated, hand trembling, she was unable to turn away.

The next drawing was a naked woman reclining with her back toward the artist. The undulation of her waist, hip and thigh formed a landscape of their own; the rhythmic lines of her body lovingly rendered, observed as if the artist were caressing her form with his skill.

Celeste stays had become uncommonly tight. If her mother wished her to be more broad minded then surely such sketches were educational…besides, the artist’s skill was admirable, to study his technique would help her own poor efforts.

Sucking her top lip, Celeste once again opened the sketchbook. Dipping back in, devouring the images greedily, this world of shapes and shadows, or deft strokes and bold smudges. With each new sketch her heart raced afresh until she became lost in the use of tone and assured line. But as she drank in each new image, the conviction grew and strengthened within her, that this was more than a few lewd pictures, but that she had glimpsed a world of freedom, a celebration of life denied to her as a woman.

Celeste was so engrossed that the unexpected sound of a man clearing his throat was as cold water thrown over her. She froze, then very slowly, praying that she’d imagined the cough, looked up to see leaning nonchalantly against the door a dark haired devil with a wavy mouth, assessing her as if she were his next meal.

Lean and athletic, in tight fitting breeches, a kerysmere waistcoat and faultless cravat, with the assured arrogance of a rake, he seemed an oddly familiar. Her heart skipped a beat. With the ghost of a smile, he crossed the room toward her. Reining in her galloping heart she struggled to recall how it was that this dangerous stranger seemed so familiar.

His masculine presence filled the room, quite robbing Celeste of breath; his arrogant, male magnificence calling to her body in an animal way. He filled her senses so much so that she forgot to breathe; throat constricted and chest tight. In her right mind she might have chastised him for staring, but as it was she was hypnotised, unable to see past the hollowed cheeks and wavy mouth. The rational part of her mind feared lest he guess the havoc his velvet brown eyes was having on her body but with stubborn determination she returned his gaze, refusing to be cowed. A delicious shiver tingled her skin. She knew this man. She just didn’t know how.


Confessions of a Book Addict

Posted in General on November 17th, 2010 by Guest


It is my pleasure to welcome Robin Kavanagh!  Robin is a workaholic writer, mom, and college professor who is hoping to finally get one of her novels completed one of these years – instead of all of the nonfiction stuff that pays the bills. In the meantime, she’s mingling with and learning from fabulous writers and channeling their energy into pushing her stories forward and creating new worlds of her own.

My name is Robin Kavanagh, and I’m an addict. It’s been about four years since I started chain reading, and I have absolutely no intention of kicking the habit.

It all started on my 28th birthday. The company I was working for had instituted a policy that gave employees the day off for their birthday. I was about seven-months pregnant and so wired from working non-stop that I had no idea what to do when I wound up having the entire day to myself. My husband was at work. My daughter was at school, and my dad was scheduled to pick her up, so I had nine whole hours of nothing but peace and quiet.

I was bored out of my mind by 11 a.m.

So, I picked up the copy of Laurell K. Hamilton’s Narcissus in Chains that had been sitting on my computer desk for who knows how many months, care of my husband’s habit of buying books and never reading them. I’d seen various books in the Anita Blake series (of which Narcissus in Chains is the tenth book) throughout the house, but didn’t really know anything about it. I opened the book to some middle chapter and started reading.

The next thing I knew, everyone was home, and I was grouchy that I had to stop to attend to the business of reality. Since then, rarely has a night gone by that I have not spent at least some time reading for pleasure. This was a new concept for me; first because I was taking time for myself and second because I had never really looked at reading as something pleasurable. Utilitarian, academic, compulsory – yes. Relaxing, invigorating, cathartic – never.

So here I am, hundreds of books later, thoroughly addicted. I have my authors-of-choice, to whom I return on a regular basis, as well as favorite flavors that keep my mind tripping into world after world of uncharted territory: historical romance, paranormal, romantic suspense, sci-fi romance, urban fantasy… My only regret is regretting not buying stock in Borders and!

Now it’s your turn: How did your love affair with reading begin?

Thank you Casey for letting me blog with you!