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March 18, 2015

If you haven’t read “One Last Lie” (ahem… yet), Angela is the primary character. In no uncertain terms, she is “demonic” and adds to the story’s mystery and suspense at every turn.

I’ve received emails, tweets and reviews from readers who are angry with me for creating such an evil character. Although many of these readers eventually confess their love of hating her, some hold on to their fury. Perhaps Angela hits a little too close to home?

I shudder at the thought…

So where did Angela come from? How was her character formed and developed? Like many of my plots and characters, she was conceived during an insignificant event that was made significant by my unrelenting and twisted thought process…


It was a few years ago when a good friend of mine – let’s call her Lisa – asked me for my sperm. I’d known Lisa for many years and she’d never asked me for anything more than a sip of my Caramel Machiatto. So after she asked me “the question”, I cocked my head and didn’t say a word. She continued to talk about her motherly instincts and the ticking of her “biological clock”. It appeared she had given it a lot of thought, talked with many people and was now ready to proceed. Apparently, I was the last to know.

I was stunned, speechless and, I must admit, quite flattered. I stuttered, grabbed her hand and asked for a few days to think about it.

It just so happened that the next day I was having lunch with my good friend Tina, who, by the way, is also a lawyer. I decided to bring up Lisa’s question… or more exact, her “request”.

Tina dropped the fork onto her plate. “Absolutely not!” She snapped.

“Why not?” I snapped back.

“The laws surrounding surrogacy, sperm donation, parenthood, all of it, is too unclear. Even if she says now that she doesn’t want money or support, she might change her mind down the line. What if she’s really a nut and her pregnancy hormones put her over the edge? Seriously, what if she’s unstable?”

“She’s not,” I said adamantly.

“But what if she is?” Tina insisted.

“She’s not,” I insisted back.

“But what if…?”

“She’s not.”


“She’s… well… hmmm… what if she is?” I said, staring into space.


And that’s when Angela was conceived, along with most of the plot for “One Last Lie”.

The entire story came to me that day while sitting across the table from Tina. By the time we finished lunch and I had envisioned what was going to happen to Philip and Jonathan, I realized I could never give Lisa my sperm. If she was as crazy as the woman I just conjured up in my mind, I knew I had to run for the hills.

Do you know someone like Angela? Do you know someone who could be the main character of a book? We’d love to hear about them…

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Published on March 18, 2015 04:37 • 14 views

February 28, 2015

Fourth grade… a classroom filled with thirty two screaming children… my stomachache worsening with each passing second. For a moment I wondered if I should visit the school nurse, again, for the third time that day. Glancing at the clock on the wall I felt the weakest sense of relief: Only 1 hour left. I can hold it in. And since my childhood anxiety had pretty much given me a stomachache every day (except for weekends – funny how that worked), I’d become an expert at “holding it in” – in more ways than one.

To add fuel to my inexplicable fire of worry, I was blessed with the inability to properly enunciate the letter “R”. These days it’s called de-rhotacization. Back then I called it torture. Like Elmer Fudd, I’d pronounce “very” as “vewy”, “cross” and “cwoss”, “write” as “white”. Not a day went by without one of my precious classmates requesting me to say the word “girl” or “bird”.

“Just say it,” Maria Foglia cried. “Just say it.”

I’d go back to my writing.

“Just say ‘girl’ and I won’t ask you again. Ever. I promise.”

She’d look at the other children who had stopped what they were doing. Like bettors at a prize fight, they were eager to see who’d win the battle: Maria, with her unashamed goading. Or me, with a silence that screamed louder than Maria’s voice ever could.

I searched the room for my teacher, Mrs. Katz. Where’d she go? Didn’t she see I needed my daily rescue? I turned toward the door at the back of the classroom and could see she was busy at the copy machine. Great. Of all the times…

“C’mon, Wob, just say it.” Maria laughed at her own sense of humor. “Say ‘girl’. Just once. Say ‘girl’.”

The reverberation of her voice inside my head caused my brain neurons to fire uncontrollably. This, in turn, brought my stomach discomfort to a level I’d not yet experienced. It’s definitely time for the nurse. As I was about to utter the one syllable that would make Maria disappear until tomorrow, Mrs. Katz appeared from the copy room with a stack of copies in her hand.

“Enough!” she yelled. “Maria, sit!” Maria humpfed and plopped into her chair. The other children followed her lead.

Mrs. Katz slapped the copies against her thigh as she walked to the front of the room. After reaching the blackboard, she turned around slowly and peered at no one in particular. The room was silent.

“I finished reading all of your short stories last night,” she started. “And I wasn’t very impressed.”

There were sighs and moans. The loudest pained expression coming from Maria, as usual.

“Before I hand back your graded stories, there was one I wanted to share with you. Just one story, out of thirty two, that I think each and every one of you should read.”

By that time we were all looking at one another wondering whose story was about to be shared. Mrs. Katz was a stickler. She only offered guidance, never praise. At least not that I could remember. And then it hit me: Jill DeMarco. She was the nicest, smartest and prettiest girl in class. Straight A’s since first grade and actually had a poem published in our town’s local paper. Her blue eyes and perfect smile always lit up the room and I knew from the moment I met her she was going to be a star.

I gazed at Jill as Mrs. Katz began to hand out the copies. She slipped one onto my desk and when I looked down I felt a rush of heat permeate my face. The rush quickly turned to a pulsing and my eyes began to water.

On the top of the sheet of paper it read: “Too Late” by Robert Kaufman. The neurons started to refire.

“I want you to take the next ten minutes to read this story,” Mrs. Katz said, standing once again before the blackboard. “I’d like you to take note of the metaphors he uses – if you remember what a metaphor is; and how he uses words in a way that helps you actually see the people and places within the story. And last but not least, notice how he uses his imagination.” She looked at me, a smile not on her face but in her eyes. “Start reading now.”

I, of course, didn’t have to read it because I wrote it. My job now was to figure out how to handle the backlash of teacher praise; how to ward off the “teacher’s pet” label from Maria and her ilk; how to defend myself when classmates would start calling me “weird” because of the morbid and ghoulish nature of my writing.

As I pondered my self-protecting strategies, I noticed the quiet in the room. There wasn’t any whispering or fighting; no passing of notes or pulling of hair. Everyone was reading, caught up in a story I wrote while in one of my writing “trances” – a period of time during which words flowed onto paper almost as quickly as they appeared in my mind. By the expressions on the faces around me and the unadulterated silence in the room, it was obvious my trance was contagious.

It was at that moment I understood the gift I’d been given and the way in which I’d be able to share it.

I heard some murmurs and other odd sounds as some of the kids finished reading. When I turned to look behind me, I caught Maria staring at me with a combined expression of both amazement and admiration. From that day forward, she never again harassed me about my speech – or anything else for that matter. She left me alone and I figured that was the gift she decided to share with me.

A few days later I started speech class and within a month I was pronouncing the letter “R” exactly as it should sound – which is a good thing, since I have two of them in my name. My story was never published in our local paper nor did it ever make it to the NY Times Best Seller List. But that didn’t matter. It was the story that started my career and brought about the defining moment that let me know who I was and who I was going to be.

Do you have a defining momenta point in time when you felt something so significant, it changed your life forever?

We’d love to hear about it…

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Published on February 28, 2015 11:20 • 12 views

February 26, 2015

ENTER TO WIN one of 3 signed copies of Rob Kaufman’s book: “One Last Lie”.

Giveaway starts February 26, 2015 and ends March 4, 2015.

Be one of the FIRST to receive a paperback version with the newly released cover.

If you have any questions, just post them here!

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Published on February 26, 2015 03:50 • 7 views

February 4, 2015

Rob Kaufman’s books on Goodreads

In the Shadow of Stone In the Shadow of Stone

reviews: 1

ratings: 20 (avg rating 4.60)


One Last Lie One Last Lie

reviews: 1

ratings: 1 (avg rating 4.00)


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Published on February 04, 2015 04:26 • 15 views


Goodreads Book Giveaway
One Last Lie by Rob Kaufman

One Last Lie
by Rob Kaufman

Giveaway ends June 15, 2012.

See the giveaway details

at Goodreads.

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Published on February 04, 2015 04:26 • 2 views

Hey All!

Part of the Goodreads promotion is a Book Giveaway – between June 1 and June 15 you can enter to win a FREE paperback version of One Last Lie. If you win and want me to autograph it, just let me know and I’ll write something personal just to you. Of course my penmanship is chicken scratchy (see… I SHOULD have been a doctor!), but it’s the thought that counts. Keep an eye out to see if you’re a winner.

By the way, if you’re a reader and don’t know about Goodreads yet, you MUST go to You’ll be glad you did!

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Published on February 04, 2015 04:26 • 1 view

Can someone help me out here?

This “Genre” thing is driving me crazy.

My novel “One Last Lie” is a work of fiction – driven by suspense, drama and an unbreakable connection between two people.

However, since the publishing industry requires pigeonholing, I must classify my novel. I’m told by some it should be categorized as “suspense”… others “thriller”… and by many, “gay/lesbian” – since the main characters of the book are a gay couple.

Now, although the main characters are gay, the main plot revolves around a very mainstream subject: artificial insemination and the relationship with the woman who is carrying their child. There is no gay sex in the book (sorry to those who wanted otherwise), no “coming out” story and no “Oh my God, my son is gay” scenarios. It is about a couple that longs to have a child, finds the “perfect” woman to carry it for them and then relates the pain and heartache that follows.

If “One Last Lie” was about a heterosexual couple going through the same thing, it would simply be categorized as a “suspense/thriller”. It wouldn’t be classified as a “heterosexual thriller”.

What do you think? What’s my genre? What should I tell the world?

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Published on February 04, 2015 04:25 • 1 view

The GoodReads Giveaway for “One Last Lie” was a great success. Over 550 people entered and 15 people won.

The reviews have been great so far – I can’t tell you how wonderful it feels when someone tells me how they were affected by the words I wrote. I guess since it takes so much energy and emotion to get the words right, having someone “get it” is a great feeling of success.

Thank you to all who entered and to all those who are reviewing it – positive OR negative.


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Published on February 04, 2015 04:25 • 1 view

“One Last Lie” is now available for all E-Book Readers.

And until July 31, you can get it for half price at SMASHWORDS!

Click to get your OFFER CODE: ONE LAST LIE

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Published on February 04, 2015 04:24

One Last Lie Virtual Tour Starts on September 4th 2012


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