Maggie Robinson Tells All
My co-author Maggie Robinson has dropped by for a chat. Pour yourself a cup of coffee and listen in! Oh, and be sure to join in the conversation in the comments section and you’ll be entered in the random drawing for a copy of Improper Gentlemen.
Mia: Ok, Maggie. You promised to reveal deep dark secrets if I interviewed you. What do your readers not know about you that will scandalize them?
Maggie: Hm. I don’t think anyone would be surprised to learn I write in my pajamas late into the morning, sometimes without brushing my teeth until noon. But speaking of not getting dressed, once my husband accidentally booked us into a gay-friendly, clothing-optional resort in Key West. Either the website was misleading, or he wasn’t wearing his glasses when he made the reservations. He never left the room once we checked in, the coward. I, on the other hand, took my copy of Good Housekeeping magazine out to the pool and saw A LOT of naked men who had no interest in me whatsoever. For the record, I kept my bathing suit on and my eyes open.
Mia: LOL! Bet he checks the fine print before he books another trip! Reminds me of the time my DH and I were in Germany. We were the only ones in the steam room with bathing suits on and the only ones who were embarrassed.
We can’t let the day go by without talking a bit about Improper Gentlemen. What will we love about your hero in the anthology?
Maggie: Sir Simon Keith is a totally self-made man, going from being an illiterate pickpocket on the streets of Edinburgh to a mechanical genius to a knight for his service to the crown. He’s got busy hands, and he knows just how to use them on the heroine. ;-)
Mia: Sounds delicious!. If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go? And who would you take with you (no family members allowed for this fantasy trip!)?
Maggie: If I couldn’t go with my well-traveled family (my son once made up a family crest with a mini-van, crossed toothbrushes and a suitcase), I’d probably go somewhere alone to read and recharge. I know I should pick someplace exotic, but I’m not an especially adventurous woman. (except for the nude pool experience) You won’t see me riding elephants in India or climbing the pyramids or riding Vespas in Rome. Cities aren’t all that attractive to me anymore—I live down a dirt road in the middle of the woods that leads to a lake. So, the sea would make for a nice change but wouldn’t be too startling. A beach cottage would be nice, with climbing pink roses, an old-fashioned garden and a sloping green lawn to the water and maybe a shaggy dog for company and barking-at-strangers ability. Probably coastal England, near enough to the village so I could bring that dog to the pub where I’d order Welsh rarebit and cider every night, and take the train into London to visit museums and shop and see matinees. A month of such bliss would be great.
Mia: Sounds great. Sign me up! So tell us what’s next for you?
Maggie: I have another Courtesan Court book coming out for September—Mistress by Marriage. The hero Baron Edward Christie is extremely proper. His wife Caroline is…not. It’s an opposites-attract-and-want-to-kill-each-other-when-they’re-not-in-bed story which was enormous fun to write. Like “To Match a Thief,” it takes place on Jane Street, my fictional enclave of London’s most exclusive mistresses.
Mia: Ooo! I want more. How about a short excerpt?
Maggie: Lucy and Simon were once childhood lovers. Much has changed, although things aren’t quite what they appear to be. This excerpt is from the scene where they see each other for the first time in thirteen years.
He was a new man—it was a new age with a new king, a time filled with the promise of industry, machinery, investment, invention. He had a different name, a different appearance. No one would connect the knighted, rich Sir Simon Keith with the impoverished boy he used to be.
Lucy had changed too. Oh, physically she still looked the same, all pale and slender, with her mermaid hair and bee-stung lips. Like a princess from a fairy tale book or a medieval madonna. She used to be putty in his hands, a fact that had once thrilled his youthful pride. It seemed she had grown a backbone.
And she was a whore.
A badly dressed whore, in an old rumpled robe and ugly woolen stockings, with a smudge of soot on her nose. Percy Ferguson had truly fallen on bad times if this is how his mistress comported herself.
Simon imagined her in a copper bathtub, her hair unbound and floating on the surface of the water, her pink nipples hard peaks. He’d scrub the soot off and clean everywhere else personally and not mind a bit if she splashed him again.
Three months. Simon supposed he owed her that. It wasn’t so long. But long enough for him to get her where he wanted her again.
And to get her out of his system.
He couldn’t go on carrying a torch for a Jane Street courtesan.
“All right,” he said. He wouldn’t try to get her into his bed, but she’d said nothing about anywhere else. It would be just like old times. He grinned.
For more, visit MaggieRobinson.net. Thanks so much for having me on our release day. It’s great to share a spine with you!
Mia: Likewise, Maggie. Come back anytime.
Now it’s your turn to hop into the conversation. Ask Maggie a question or answer some of the ones I asked her to be entered in the drawing for an Improper Gentlemen. If you don’t want to take a chance, please visit your local bookseller or favorite etailer to claim your copy. Remember, buying within the first two weeks of an author’s release is the best way to show publishers you’d like to see more from that author.
CALLING ALL BLOG TOURISTAS! Mia has started her own IMPROPER BLOG TOUR to celebrate the release of Improper Gentlemen. You can find her at Romcon later today. Check out her itinerary and plan to join her each day for fun, insider info, and a giveaway!