Wednesday, June 24, 2009

And the Winners Are...

Fran and Amy! Congratulations, ladies -- hope you enjoy!



Enemy Overnight
Robin L. Rotham

New TODAY from Ellora's Cave...

The last time Jasmine King was aboard the Heptoral, she escaped by the skin of her teeth. This time she won’t be so lucky.

Trapped on a ship full of sex-starved aliens and out of the pheromone blocker that holds off her physical transition, Jasmine makes a desperate escape attempt...and fails. The consequences are disastrous—she’s mated to three horny warriors, and one has a huge bone to pick with her. What’s a girl to do but fall in love?

The last time Shauss saw Jasmine, the deceitful little Terran stole his bondmate from under his nose. This time he won’t be so trusting.

Finally master of his own bond, Shauss names secondary mates Jasmine feels safe with...and lives to regret it. One can’t stop puking long enough to claim her. The other challenges Shauss’ supremacy by digging into his psyche at every turn. What’s a Dom to do but fuck them all into submission?

He sets out to do just that, but his domination takes a brutal turn when he discovers Jasmine’s deadly secret...

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

One More Day...



Enemy Overnight
Robin L. Rotham

Coming June 24th from Ellora's Cave...

The last time Jasmine King was aboard the Heptoral, she escaped by the skin of her teeth. This time she won’t be so lucky.

Trapped on a ship full of sex-starved aliens and out of the pheromone blocker that holds off her physical transition, Jasmine makes a desperate escape attempt...and fails. The consequences are disastrous—she’s mated to three horny warriors, and one has a huge bone to pick with her. What’s a girl to do but fall in love?

The last time Shauss saw Jasmine, the deceitful little Terran stole his bondmate from under his nose. This time he won’t be so trusting.

Finally master of his own bond, Shauss names secondary mates Jasmine feels safe with...and lives to regret it. One can’t stop puking long enough to claim her. The other challenges Shauss’ supremacy by digging into his psyche at every turn. What’s a Dom to do but fuck them all into submission?

He sets out to do just that, but his domination takes a brutal turn when he discovers Jasmine’s deadly secret...

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Enemy Overnight EXCERPT!



Blurb:

Enemy Overnight
Robin L. Rotham


The last time Jasmine King was aboard the Heptoral, she escaped by the skin of her teeth. This time she won’t be so lucky.

Trapped on a ship full of sex-starved aliens and out of the pheromone blocker that holds off her physical transition, Jasmine makes a desperate escape attempt...and fails. The consequences are disastrous—she’s mated to three horny warriors, and one has a huge bone to pick with her. What’s a girl to do but fall in love?

The last time Shauss saw Jasmine, the deceitful little Terran stole his bondmate from under his nose. This time he won’t be so trusting.

Finally master of his own bond, Shauss names secondary mates Jasmine feels safe with...and lives to regret it. One can’t stop puking long enough to claim her. The other challenges Shauss’ supremacy by digging into his psyche at every turn. What’s a Dom to do but fuck them all into submission?

He sets out to do just that, but his domination takes a brutal turn when he discovers Jasmine’s deadly secret...



Excerpt:


“All concessions granted Jasmine King in her mating bond are hereby rescinded,” the minister said in a dispassionate voice. “Lieutenant Shauss, as her primary mate, you’re authorized to extract whatever information you can from her and then dispose of her in any manner you see fit.”

Monica cried, “No! Father, please!”

“That’s enough, Monica,” Kellen said. “You can’t help her now.” He looked at Shauss and then they disappeared in a flare bubble.

“Keep me updated, Lieutenant.” The minister whirled and walked out, leaving behind his contingent.

“I have to commend you, aramai,” Shauss said. “You’re very good. Even after your first deception, I fell for your act completely.” He let go his excruciating grip on her arm. “Get on your knees.”

Jasmine swallowed a ball of nausea and dropped gracelessly to a kneeling position, her heartbeat drumming in her throat. Although the atmosphere was sultry, as it was all over the ship, she shook as if freezing.

When she gathered the courage to look up, he snapped, “Head down.”

He nudged her knees apart with the toe of his boot. “Cross your hands behind your back.”

Oh God, she was about to die, and that would probably be the easiest part of this.

With her head bent in submission, Jasmine looked at the blood and semen smears on her thighs and saw Shauss’ beautiful body arching over hers. Felt his hips anchoring her, spreading her, grinding her into the bed. Smelled the heady flood of his pheromones. Heard their mingled shouts of satisfaction. She’d let go completely, showing him everything she was, and in return he’d lost his vaunted control, sharing everything lovable in him.

Now he would exact revenge by showing her the true depths of his brutality.

Tears of dread and perverse excitement dripped from her eyes, disappearing as they hit the biologic pad between her thighs. Her complete vulnerability was its own terrible reward--she’d never felt so vitally alive as she did at that moment.

It suddenly hit her with crystal clarity just how much she wanted to stay that way. Shauss’ pheromones still clung to her skin and nasal passages, and edging into that dangerous subspace, she’d imagined she wanted to go to her death wrapped in the priceless scent of his desire for her. Now that attitude seemed ridiculously defeatist. She had to at least try to save herself.

When he reached for her, adrenaline exploded in her veins and she rolled away, jumping to her feet in one smooth move.

“Ooh, you’re going to fight me?” he purred. “I do enjoy a challenge--however short-lived.”

She didn’t answer, too focused on assessing everyone in the room. When Shauss swung a long hand toward her, she kicked it away with a sharp yell and then resumed her fighting stance, bouncing on the balls of her feet with her arms up in front of her.

Yes! She wasn’t panicking this time. Without the hindrance of a tight skirt, the
self-defense lessons were paying off when she really needed them.

He reached for her again and she blocked him with her forearm, following through with a side kick at his crotch. He jumped back with millimeters to spare and grinned as he grabbed for her again.

This time he managed to snare her wrist and her heart rate skyrocketed. She kicked out at his leg and he grunted when her heel connected with his kneecap. Immediately grabbing her own captured hand with the other, she yanked it free and drove her elbow into his gut with another loud kiai, and felt a surge of fierce satisfaction when the air whooshed out of him.

Dancing back, she resumed her stance and waited for his next strike.

“Every blow you land only adds to your punishment, aramai,” Shauss told her almost casually.

This was ridiculous, really, since there was no getting out of the situation even if she did manage to defeat him. But she just couldn’t help fighting for her life.

“It’s hard to get any deader than dead, Lieutenant.”

He shook his head. “You’ll only wish you were dead.”



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Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Enemy Overnight Release Date June 24th!


Yeah, I know -- short notice! But that just means the wait is almost over, LOL!


Here's the blurb:



Enemy Overnight
Robin L. Rotham


The last time Jasmine King was aboard the Heptoral, she escaped by the skin of her teeth. This time she won’t be so lucky.

Trapped on a ship full of sex-starved aliens and out of the pheromone blocker that holds off her physical transition, Jasmine makes a desperate escape attempt...and fails. The consequences are disastrous—she’s mated to three horny warriors, and one has a huge bone to pick with her. What’s a girl to do but fall in love?

The last time Shauss saw Jasmine, the deceitful little Terran stole his bondmate from under his nose. This time he won’t be so trusting.

Finally master of his own bond, Shauss names secondary mates Jasmine feels safe with...and lives to regret it. One can’t stop puking long enough to claim her. The other challenges Shauss’ supremacy by digging into his psyche at every turn. What’s a Dom to do but fuck them all into submission?

He sets out to do just that, but his domination takes a brutal turn when he discovers Jasmine’s deadly secret...



I'll post an excerpt on Friday, but you can see one right now HERE!

Friday, June 12, 2009

A Cruel Craving

Life can be so cruel sometimes! Last week at Wal-Mart, I stumbled upon a new snack, Sweet & Salty Caramel Bugles. Thinking it sounded pretty darn good, I picked up a bag. I'd eaten fully half of it before I got home because, yes, it was that yummilicious. I hid the rest and ate it the next day on the way to the field. I'd intended to let Mr. Robin try it, but there wasn't so much as a crumb left by the time he got in the Suburban.

Today I went looking for more...and it just can't be had. I looked at every store in Town. I looked on Amazon. I even Googled it, and all I can find is hundreds of other people who were addicted after one bag and are having DTs because they can't find any more.

Why, General Mills...why!?

P.S. My CP, Sher, just gave me a link to a site where I can buy a whole CASE of them! Do I really want to eat 60 bags of this stuff?

Saturday, June 06, 2009

My Thoughts On Grammar

Hey, look what I found when I was clearing out my old files today -- it's an old grammar rant!

I think it was a response to a post from someone who was bitching about how picky some people are about grammar and how it's the story that's important, not the grammar. Don't remember if I ever posted it, but I think it bears posting here, just in case I didn't. *grin*

1) Yes, I agree that excruciatingly proper grammar can be annoying, especially when it's spoken. But I think that using proper grammar is more important in writing than in speaking because the written word doesn't include extras like body language, volume, and tone of voice to aid in the conveyance of information. We must use wise word choices and punctuation and other stylistic devices to convey our information, and if these aren't used consistently, how can we communicate accurately through writing?

2) I also agree that you must have a basic grasp of the language before you can misuse it to good effect. But like a car or a chainsaw, language is a tool -- you can know how it works without being able to label each and every part that makes it work. I've been an editor and I had to go look up the technical definition of what comprises a complete sentence last week -- it was a subject and a predicate. Do I know how to define predicate? No. Do I know what constitutes a complete sentence? Yes. You don't have to have a degree in English grammar and comp to know how to speak and write well.

3) The rule that a sentence should never end with a preposition, which often creates those silly stilted sentences that sound arrogant (like saying "That is of what I'm afraid" instead of "That's what I'm afraid of"), is not truly a rule at all. It apparently came about as a result of scholars trying to apply the grammatical rules of Latin to English, when English is, in fact, a Germanic language. Yes, a lot of high schools still teach this rule and if you get it wrong, you get it wrong. But in fiction writing, there's nothing wrong with ending a sentence with a preposition...UNLESS you're using a spare one, like "Where are you at?" The proper sentence is, "Where are you?" and the "at" is extraneous. If you can take the preposition out and the sentence still makes sense, you don't need it and shouldn't use it. UNLESS (don't you just hate that) you're using it in dialogue, where imprecise grammer is often more realistic and true to character.

4) Yes, the current trend in commas is "less is more," and leaving them out does speed up pacing, but this is another area where writers and editors must learn to exercise some judgment. If leaving out commas changes the meaning of your sentence or confuses the reader and makes them read the sentence twice to get what you're saying, then you've defeated the purpose of leaving it out. I can't think of a specific example right at the moment, but I'll try to get back here and post one.

5) My biggest pet peeve is run-on sentences, followed closely by the overuse of sentence fragments. I read WAY too many published books, mostly ebooks, that are littered with run-on sentences. The most common one I see is the joining of two complete sentences with a comma and no conjunction, and it drives me crazy. I think part of this might have to do with the various publishers' style requirements -- for instance, EC objects to the use of semi-colons and prefers to see authors use em dashes or some other method of connecting sentences, which is why I use dashes out the wazoo.

As for sentence fragments, yes, they're great -- when used to speed the pace in an action scene. But you can't use them in every paragraph! I read a book recently where the author used several sentence fragments in every paragraph, and the overall effect was that the book came off sounding melodramatic. You use a sentence fragment for effect, and if you use them constantly, they lose their punch and just start sounding silly.

In short (I know, too late for that), there are very few rules in grammar that can't be broken, but you must be deliberate in breaking them. You must have good reasons for breaking them, and you should break them sparingly or else your "style" will turn readers and editors off.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

A New Favorite Author for You!



If you've been looking for an emotional, character-driven love story -- ABOUT A FLAMING-HOT COP! -- baby are you in luck today. One of my very own CPs, Anne Calhoun, just released her first book, Liberating Lacey, at Ellora's Cave.

Anne is an incredibly talented writer with a knack for digging deep into her characters with sensitive and yet vividly sensual descriptions. If you don't want to lick Hunter up with a great big spoon by by the end of the first chapter, there's something seriously wrong with you. That's all I have to say about it. (Oh wait -- did I mention this is an older woman/younger man story? Slurp!)

Anne's sophisticated voice and smooth, readable style have already resulted in the sale of her second book to Spice Briefs. I expect great things from her.

So do yourself a favor and check out Liberating Lacey at EC today!



Blurb:


Newly divorced Lacey Meyers wasted too many years yawning through sex in the missionary position. Now she’s looking for a hookup with a man who can make her shatter. What she gets is a hot younger cop with handcuffs…and he’s not afraid to use them.

Hunter Anderson knows the score—though classy, successful women like Lacey might play with guys like him, at the end of the evening, they walk. But when one night leads to another and then another, he finds himself getting too attached to a woman he can’t have.

Lacey knows Hunter—gorgeous, hard-edged and eight years younger—won’t want anything permanent. No matter how hot and daring he makes her first public sex, quickie, backseat encounter and secret fantasy role-play, she can’t mistake adventurous sex for emotional involvement.

They both know it’s got to end, and soon, or someone’s going to get hurt. But can either of them go back to life without the other?

Reader Advisory: Lacey’s highly erotic “forced” sex fantasy comes true in this book. Lucky her!