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Only 2 More Days!!!

Midnight Ink releases in TWO DAYS, and with it, my brand new novella Not So Over Eli!!! *squeal of delight* I can't wait!

I posted an excerpt on my website so go check it out! I'll be posting more, both here and over on Smutketeers, in the next few days.

Amorous Overnight Excerpt--On the Hotter Side!

You asked for it--you've got it! Another excerpt from Amorous Overnight, releasing February 25, 2014 from Samhain Publishing, and this one's definitely on the X end of the rating scale so be prepared...






Amorous Overnight



Unofficial blurb:


After four months of orbiting Earth in a spaceship bursting with sex-starved aliens, nurse Shelley Bonham will do just about anything to get off. The ship, that is—the Garathani are preparing to deliver the first load of female mating recruits to their home world and nothing could induce her to go along.



Not that the aliens aren’t hot enough to put her hormones on red alert. In fact, the more time she spends with the Garathani leader and his personal guard Hastion, the more she wants them. Knowing what Cecine and Hastion are doing to each other when nobody's looking only makes it harder to keep her hands to herself.



But she’s already been betrayed by one alien, namely her dead douchebag of a husband. Can she trust her future—and her children—to another?




Unedited Excerpt:




They picked up their uniforms and boots and walked down the corridor to the minister’s suite. Presumably Cecine wanted to bathe before appearing elsewhere. Hastion just wanted to get to the privacy of his quarters so that he could take care of his raging erection. As aroused as he was, orgasm would take mere seconds.



Now that it was over, he could hardly believe it had happened. In the moment, he hadn’t allowed himself—indeed, hadn’t had the time—to dwell on their contact, but now the sensations came rushing back at him in uncannily vivid detail. He’d had the hard muscle and smooth, hot skin of that back rippling under his hands. Felt those long arms locking him against that flat, hair-roughened belly. Heard his own pulse racing as those lean, hard thighs clamped on his ears. And that lovely sheen of sweat…



Hastion licked his lips as he followed Cecine into the suite’s living area. Peserin, he’d tasted the minister’s sweat, not just once but over and over. Sparring had never before seemed so intimate. Thank the Powers for constricting briefs or his arousal would have been on display for all.



Averting his eyes as the minister stepped into his sleeping chamber, Hastion walked on, his breathing uneven and his heart pounding with want at the thought of him stripping to shower.



“Ensign.”



Hastion paused. “Yes, sir?”



“I require service now.”



Hastion stiffened. He was already too close. “I should rinse—”



Cecine seized his wrist and yanked him into the sleeping chamber. Reacting instinctively, Hastion dropped his uniform and resisted but Cecine twisted his arm up behind his back and shoved him against the padded bulkhead.



“Now, Ensign,” he growled in his ear. “I require service now.”



Hastion’s eyes widened and his heart threatened to burst out of his chest. “Yes, sir,” he panted, wide-eyed.



“Don’t move.”



When he was released, Hastion obeyed, staring at the pad in front of his face without seeing it, breathing rapidly. Peserin, it was as though the minister had torn a fantasy directly from his mind.



A moment later, his brief was jerked down his thighs to his knees, bending his already aching erection unpleasantly, and a hard plastic nozzle was jammed into his anus with little enough care to make him wince. When cool moisture filled him to overflowing, the nozzle was removed and he heard the wet sound of flesh on flesh. A hard hand pinned his neck against the bulkhead and then a foot stomped his brief to the floor and kicked his ankles farther apart.



And still Hastion was unprepared for the hard, hot cock that drove into him. Burning pain and pleasure seared him in a frightening wave of heat, and he ground his teeth, struggling instinctively.



“No.” The minister leaned into him, using his entire body to smash Hastion into the padded bulkhead, grinding his thick cock even deeper.



Unbearably aroused, Hastion arched his back, pushing with his arms but Cecine grabbed his wrists and crossed them in front of him, anchoring Hastion against his chest.



Then he took them both to the floor.



Stunned and breathless from the impact, Hastion yanked fiercely, trying free his arms, but they were trapped between his abdomen and the pad, held there by Cecine’s unrelenting grasp and the weight of both their bodies. Cecine’s cock was still buried inside him, his knees bracketing Hastion’s on the floor, and Hastion had no choice but to close his eyes and brace himself for what was coming. He ground his forehead into the pad, agonizingly aware of the humid gasps of breath against his ear, the sharp chin digging into his shoulder muscle, the sweaty, hair-roughened chest rasping against his back, and the strong thighs pinning his together.



Do it, sir!




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I just love a forceful alpha alien, don't you? :D  And just so you don't think the boys do all their playing alone, I'll post an excerpt with Shelley in a couple of weeks--AFTER I get Not So Over Eli all wrapped up and out the door. Stay tuned!

And the AmO Contest Winners Are...

Norma and Bobbie!  Congratulations, ladies, and thank you to everyone who entered! 



And for those of you who are waiting impatiently for a hotter excerpt of AmO, I'll be posting that first thing tomorrow. :D

Amorous Overnight NEW Excerpt!

I've had an unedited excerpt up on my website for a while, but here's another one, along with my unofficial blurb, for those of you who JUST. CAN'T. WAIT.  I'm going to keep the excerpts I post here relatively clean so that Blogger doesn't disappear me for adult content. I'll post a naughtier excerpt on my website in a week or so. :)






Amorous Overnight



Unofficial blurb:


After four months of orbiting Earth in a spaceship bursting with sex-starved aliens, nurse Shelley Bonham will do just about anything to get off. The ship, that is—the Garathani are preparing to deliver the first load of female mating recruits to their home world and nothing could induce her to go along.



Not that the aliens aren’t hot enough to put her hormones on red alert. In fact, the more time she spends with the Garathani leader and his personal guard Hastion, the more she wants them. Knowing what Cecine and Hastion are doing to each other when nobody's looking only makes it harder to keep her hands to herself.



But she’s already been betrayed by one alien, namely her dead douchebag of a husband. Can she trust her future—and her children—to another?




Unedited Excerpt:



Out of the
corner of her eye, she saw movement and turned her head just in time to watch
the minister’s ginger-furred chest and incredible washboard abs disappear under
the silky white short-sleeved shirt he was pulling over his head. Down below, a
pair of pearl-gray pants rode low on his narrow hips and his elegant feet were
bare.



A lust-bomb
detonated in her belly, sucking away her breath as it shot white-hot sparkles
all over her body. Damnation, how could he possibly be sixty years old?
Admittedly that was like thirty-five in human years, but still…holy shit. His
body could have dominated any of the eye candy websites she and all her coworkers
had drooled over every morning before their shifts. When she saw him earlier,
fresh from his workout and almost naked, her mind had emptied of everything
except the desire to lick off a bead of sweat rolling down those abs.



“You
wished to see me, Ms. Bonham,” he said as he reached up to pull his hair out of
the back of his collar. It was wavy, as if it had been braided, and the ends
were a darker red. Had she gotten him out of the shower?



God, she
could see him there now, soaping himself sensuously while water poured down his
hard, naked body…



She
blinked. “Uh…yes, I—”



“Please,
be seated.” He gestured at the long couch against the wall.



“Thank
you.” Totally disconcerted, she sat at one end, perching on the edge of the
seat so her feet still touched the floor.



The
minister smiled as he sat down in the other corner, leaving a good five feet
between them. Half facing her, he leaned back with his legs crossed and his
left arm stretched out along the back of the couch. The pose made the leg of his
pants ride up, and Shelley was disturbed to see two faint sets of scars about
three inches apart circling his bony ankle. There were similar scars around both
wrists.



The idea
that he’d been forcibly restrained at some point bothered her more than she
cared to think about. Who’d done that to him, and why?



“Our
furniture is no more made for you that yours is for me,” he said with a slight
smile, as though he hadn’t noticed her frowning inspection of his scars.



Resisting
the urge to ask about them, Shelley smiled back. “When you were sitting in my
father’s recliner, you reminded me of Goldilocks sitting in Baby Bear’s chair.”



“And you look
like Goldilocks on Papa Bear’s chair.”



Something
about the way he said that sent a warm, slow wave of arousal curling through
her. Damn, if she was Goldilocks and he was Papa Bear, she’d skip the chair and
go straight to his great big bed to wait for him. Naked.



She
blinked again. Down, girl!



“I’m
surprised you know that story, sir,” she said quickly. Jesus, her hormones had
better straighten themselves out soon or she was liable to attack someone.



“I enjoy
learning about other cultures through their literature, and actually, a similar
story has been handed down on Garathan for generations.”



“Oh?
What’s yours called?”



“Roughly
translated, Ristaci and the Three TaRaiaks.”



“Interesting.
Does she sit in their chairs, eat their porridge and sleep in their beds?”



His smile
grew distinctly sly. “No, but she tugs on their colloks.”



Okay,
either that was something dirty or he was teasing her. “I’m almost afraid to
ask.”



“Their
hibernation sacks.”



She
laughed, blushing anyway. “That doesn’t sound very smart.”



“Neither
does falling asleep in a bear’s bed.”



“Touché.”



“So, Ms.
Bonham, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”



Shelley
hesitated. Suddenly her mission seemed very self-serving.



Licking
her lips, she said, “Well, I just wanted to— That is… Well, I don’t know if you
realize how very much my mom and dad mean to me, sir. They were the best
parents I could ever have asked for, and the idea that they were both dying…” She closed her eyes briefly and
shuddered. “My God, the thought of it scares me right down to my bones.”



“You
needn’t thank me without ceasing,” he told her wryly. “It’s very clear how much
you care for them.”



“But I
don’t just want to thank you,” she rushed ahead before he could shove her out
the door. “I mean, when Tara said what she did about me wanting to get away
from the Garathani, I felt like a complete jerk. You’ve been nothing but kind
and helpful, not just to me and my family but to the entire planet, and it took
me way too long to see that. Even after I saw, it took me way too long to admit
it. So I want to apologize for acting like all of you were monsters for so long.”



He gave
one of his regal nods. “Although it’s unnecessary, your apology is accepted.”



“And
there’s one more thing,” she said, her heart pounding thickly now, “something I
wanted to do this afternoon that I haven’t been able to get out of my mind, and
I think I need to do it because just saying ‘thank you’ doesn’t feel like
enough. If you were anyone but the minister of the Garathani high council, I
probably wouldn’t even ask—I’d just do it without thinking about it.”



He tipped
his head curiously.



Taking a
deep breath, she asked, “May I hug you?”



For a
moment he just looked at her, but before the awkwardness made her panic, he
smiled again, slowly. “I suppose I can bear it if you can, tiny Terran.”



She
released the breath and smiled in return. “Okay then.”



Standing,
she closed the distance between them. He didn’t move at all, but left it
entirely up to her, so she crawled up to kneel on the couch beside him. Then she
slid her arms around his neck, trying in vain not to notice how insanely good
he smelled as she hugged him with what she hoped was a proper balance of circumspection
and sincerity.



“Thank
you,” she whispered against his hair.



His arms
closed around her waist and pulled her against him. “It was my pleasure, Ms.
Bonham. And thank you. I’ve received
far too few of these in my lifetime.”



Oh hell,
he just had to go and say that, didn’t he?



Shelley
hugged his neck tighter and then pulled back and kissed the jagged scar on his cheek
for good measure. Quickly, so she didn’t give in to temptation and do something
unforgivably stupid, like lick his delicious-smelling skin or slide her mouth
down to suck his delicious-looking lips.



His hold
tightened, too. “And I’ve definitely received far too few of those,” he rumbled
in her ear. Nuzzled her ear.



Wait, was
he sniffing her?



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My, those aliens certainly have a way of getting to human women, don't they? :D

Amorous Overnight Release Date!

Yes, dear friends, believe it or not, I finally finished Amorous Overnight and signed a contract with Samhain Publishing last week. It will be released on February 25, 2014, four and a half years after Enemy Overnight.



OMFG! Remind me to never, EVER set myself up with such an impossible triad again. I mean seriously, two seven-foot alien warriors and a timid little five-foot-two mother of newborn twins, thrown together on a spaceship?! Triads are difficult enough to wrangle without challenges like that! It took almost 118,000 words to get their story told, and that much information was almost impossible for me to get my head around. What in God's name was I thinking?



Oh yeah, I wasn't thinking--well, I mean I wasn't thinking Alien Overnight was just the first book in a series when I wrote it. That book was supposed to be just a lark, something fun and easy to help clear my brain of the big pile of crap that was BIG Trouble (my actual first book and the book of my heart, which was eventually rewritten and retitled BIG Temptation).  Instead, I got to the end of AO and realized, "Oh crap, there's another one coming." I felt like a pregnant woman who was expecting a single baby when she got to the hospital and went home with twins. No, triplets. No, wait--at least quadruplets, and maybe even quints. That's as high as I'll go. Five books, max, and this series is OVER. I'd rather stop at four but my muse may have other ideas.



I'll post a blurb (an unofficial blurb with fun profanity that will probably have to go when it hits my editor's desk) and a new excerpt a little later today, after I've had some sleep. I spent all evening updating my website, which was embarrassingly overdue. That was made more difficult by the fact that I got a new computer since the last update so I had to download a couple of big programs to accomplish the updates. Ugh. But for now, there's a blurb and an excerpt on my Coming Soon page that you can amuse yourself with.



So what do you think? Are you happy AmO is so long, or groaning? My beta readers tell me it goes pretty fast, even for an "epic" story. :D



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ETA:  OH!!! And I have a new contest up on my website--I'm picking two winners to receive a $20 Enemy Overnight! Just email me at robinrotham@yahoo.com and tell me how excited YOU are that I've finished Amorous Overnight! :D

Rhubarb Recipe!

Because I haven't quite managed to straighten out the 100K pile of WTF that is Amorous Overnight yet, I'm going to give you a recipe instead.



Last year the drought just about killed off my rhubarb plants--I didn't get to pick ANY. It was a sad summer all around. But we've had plenty of rain this year so I went out and picked a bunch this afternoon, and made my absolute favorite recipe, which I got from Mr Robin's mother.  If you enjoy rhubarb, you'll LOVE this!































Rhubarb Cobbler



Part I



4 C raw rhubarb cut in 1" pieces



3/4 C sugar

3 T butter

1/2 C milk

1 t baking powder

1/2 t salt

1 C flour



Place rhubarb in greased 8" x 8" pan. Cream sugar and butter; add milk and stir. Add sifted dry ingredients. Stir well and pour over rhubarb.



Part II



1 C sugar

1 T corn starch

1/4 t salt

1-2 T butter

1 C boiling water



Mix dry ingredients and sprinkle over batter. Dot with butter and pour boiling water over all. Bake 1 hour at 375°. Cool a bit to thicken liquid. Best served a la mode.



(Obviously an 8x8 pan doesn't serve a lot so I like to increase everything by 1/2 and use a 9x7 pan.)

FrankenDom Goodies!!!

A few weeks ago, I went to Texas to visit my lovely fellow Smutketeers RG Alexander and Eden Bradley, and Eden was all over me to do some promo stuff to take to RT--aka the Romantic Times Convention, which is in Kansas City this year. Woot! This is the closest any convention has ever been (or will ever be) to me, a mere 5 hours' drive. It was close enough to drive last year, too--Chicago--but I had to bail at the last minute because of the fosters.



Anyway, I generally don't bother making promo stuff--I throw away too much of it without even looking, especially things like bookmarks.  What do I need bookmarks for?  I read on my computer.



But I loved FrankenDom's cover so much (both of them, actually) that I couldn't resist ordering some useful promo items. I'd already ordered some full-size posters of the original cover, and I still intend to take them to RT to use as giveaways. I also have a spiral notebook made with the old cover, which I love--there'll be no mistaking my notebook for anyone else's!



After much deliberation, I finally decided to do rulers because there's a classroom fantasy in the story.  I thought about hiring someone to do the artwork for me, but 1) I have Photoshop, 2) I could envision exactly what I wanted, and 3) I'd had a chance to watch RG work with Photoshop while I was in Texas so I had a better idea of what I was doing.



So I did them myself. Here's the result:








 
Some days I just impress the shit outta myself.  *buffs nails on shirt* In fact, I was so excited with my rulers, I decided to go ahead and do my own Romance Trading Cards:







I don't mind saying, I just about screamed with delight when I was finished with them. And when they arrived...  Let's just say I haven't molested paper goods quite so thoroughly since the author copies of my first print book arrived.



I'll obviously be giving out the rulers and trading cards at RT, but I know not everyone can attend. So what do you think? Would you want any of this stuff--rulers, spirals, posters--if I used it in my contests? Would any of you want me to mail you trading cards?

FrankenDom Lives Again!

FrankenDom has its grand re-release at Samhain today and I'm blogging over at Smutketeers. Hie yourself over there and comment to win a book from my backlist (digital or print) and a poster of the original cover designed by the fabulous R.G. Alexander--and autographed by me!



In the very unlikely event you've forgotten what the original cover looked like...






Trust me, this makes an AWESOME poster. I've got one being framed for my office even as we speak. ;)

Another Awesome FrankenDom Cover!

First, I'm over at the Smutketeers today for Day 3 of Love to Love You, Baby! Come check it out! We've got lots of great authors and prizes!



Now, I don't know how I could get so lucky as to get two such amazing covers for the same book, but that's exactly what's happened. Here's the new Samhain cover for FrankenDom, which is set to release again on April 23!









Don't you wish you were her?! I know I do!

FrankenDom Lives...at Samhain!

Yes, FrankenDom, my first self-pubbed book that was released in late October, has been picked up by Samhain Publishing!



Of course, that's good news and bad news. I had to take it off sale to sign the contracts so it's not available for purchase right now, but it should be out again in just a couple of months -- maybe early April. Since they didn't ask for any revisions, it will be the same book only line-edited by a professional. Yay!  I can't wait to read it without finding something else I missed! :D




When I have a firm release date and a publisher cover, I'll post them here first, so keep checking back. Oh, and follow me on Twitter if you want to know right away -- I tweet everything except bathroom breaks. (Okay so I tweet those sometimes too, but only on special occasions.)