Greetings from Melbourne, Australia and thanks to Delilah for hosting my blog. It’s good to be with you again.
Okay, I’m just going to come out and say it. I have three confessions.
Confession number one: I love musicals and old movies.
The other day, I sat down to watch the latest version of Westside Story and was hit with a mix of excitement and trepidation. I absolutely love the original with Natalie Wood and I was worried this one would be a letdown. But it was fantastic! I fell in love with the forbidden romance between Tony and Maria all over again.
The forbidden trope is one of my faves. I mean, who doesn’t love an attraction between two people who, for whatever reason, are forced to be apart. The stolen moments, the element of being discovered and of course, sex in creative places, all perfect for a delicious storyline.
The only thing I dislike about this musical but cannot avoid, is the ending because there isn’t a happily ever after. Which brings me to my next confession…
Confession number two: I’m a complete sucker for a HEA.
They fill my heart with love and light. They’re the reason I fell in love with the genre of romance in the first place. You know exactly what you’re going to get.
They’re also one of my biggest reasons for wanting to write because rest assured, I’d never let my beloved characters go out into the big, wide world without their perfect partner by their side.
And writing a series with intertwining characters means that I don’t have to say goodbye to them. At least not for a while anyway.
If I’m honest, I’m a HEA tragic. I look for them everywhere.
With each season of married at first sight that rolls around, I find myself crossing my fingers for that one genuine couple that’ll be in it for the long haul… I told you I was a tragic.
Confession number three: I cannot limit myself to one fictional boyfriend.
I can’t even limit myself to one book boyfriend and one TV boyfriend, so here are my ultimate faves.
Officer/Detective Sam Swarek from the TV series Rookie Blue.
Mountie Jack Thornton from the TV series When Calls the Heart. (He is played by an Aussie actor so bonus points for him)
And then there’s the Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich which has kept me in a book boyfriend love triangle for the longest time. Just like Stephanie herself, I’m torn between Officer Joe Morelli and bounty hunter/CEO Ranger.
Are you detecting a pattern? Either I have a thing for men in uniform, men in authority or I’m seeking the thrill of handcuffs.
So, what happens when you’re craving more? You create your own hero.
Meet Kane Browne. Nope, not the singer.
My guy is a sexy as sin cop with a selfless nature that’s about to be put to the test when a roadside interaction with feisty Jess Frost leaves him wanting more.
Between Jess’ self-confidence issues due to an ongoing illness and his four younger brothers, one of which has a problem with him, Kane has a challenge on his hands.
This hot, contemporary romance is not only about love, delicious sex scenes and a happily ever after. It’s also about resilience, overcoming adversities and the importance of family. And for Kane, it’s about the ultimate test of selfless versus selfish.
It is the first in a series featuring the five Browne brothers and I‘m proud to say that I’m halfway through writing book 2 – The Athlete.
Excerpt from The Cop by Deb Robinson:
‘Please call me Jess. I’ve never really warmed to the whole full name thing.’
‘I’m Kane…’ He shrugged, almost apologetic. ‘Can’t shorten that any further.’
He was right, Jess considered… Hang on a minute. ‘Kane Browne… As in, the singer?’ When he didn’t reply, she elaborated. ‘One thing right.’
‘I know who he is. I’ve never really warmed to the whole celebrity shared name thing. And before you ask, I don’t sing.’
She smiled at the words that’d been plucked from her statement. ‘Can I ask you something?’
Jess froze on the spot, mouth open. ‘I can’t believe that just came from the mouth of a police officer.’
A sexy as sin, husky sound came from him. His laugh was all kinds of beautiful and it did something to her. She was tingling… all over.
‘Let me rephrase. Yes, you can ask me a question.’
‘Where do you keep your gun?’