Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Author Interview: Robin Covington (A Night of Southern Comfort)

Today I welcome Robin Covington to My Reading Room.  Robin is the author of A Night of Southern Comfort, a recently released contemporary romance from Entangled Publications, which I reviewed last week.  I loved the book and Robin is a fun interview as well!  Grab your favorite cuppa and enjoy the interview and then be sure and check out my review if you haven't already.  Welcome Robin!

What do you like to do when you aren’t writing?
I love to read, watch anything with Alex O’Loughlin (Hawaii-50) or Jake Gyllenhall in it, and I love to entertain and have people over for good food and conversation.

What's your favorite season?
Summer.  I’m from the South and it can never be too hot for me.  So, I would live in eternal summer but I love part of the world so I can’t imagine moving somewhere like Arizona and actually getting a year-round summer.

Describe your ideal reading space (no expense spared here).
In a nice, comfy bed with perfect pillows to support my head and lots of blankets to nest in.  Aahhh.

If you could travel anywhere, where would you go?
Australia.  My critique partner, Emmie Dark. Live sin Melbourne and I keep threatening to go over and sleep on her couch. It is such a wonderfully diverse and interesting country, I would love to see that.

What three things do you need in order to write?
My netbook computer, “Little Red”, a diet coke and my iPod.  I am addicted to DC and I have to write with music on or I get distracted too easily.

What's the first sentence of A Night of Southern Comfort?
 “Her Junior League membership was toast.”
Do you have a favorite line in A Night of Southern Comfort?
Yes, I do!  Here’s a line from Jackson:
“Date me. Move in with me. Marry me. Make me beg. I don’t care.”
Tell us what is A Night of Southern Comfort about.
One night of passion... 
Detective Jackson Cantrell never imagined that one night with an irresistible stranger would turn his life upside down. He’s spent years living in the shadows, but Dr. Michaela Roarke awakened a passion inside him he'd buried years ago. 
He never expected the woman would turn out to be the governor's daughter...and his next assignment. The governor blackmails Jackson to secretly watch over Michaela and protect her from a stalker, or kiss his dream job at the FBI good-bye. Swearing to keep things strictly professional, Jackson moves in with Michaela. Too bad his heart can't keep the same promise. 
But when the stalker's attacks quickly escalate beyond mere photographs to bodily harm, Jackson must race to save Michaela's life. And he’ll have to figure out how to keep her once she discovers his lie.

Dish, who’s your favorite character?
Oh, that I hard . . . but I have to say that I have a soft spot for Jackson.  I “get” him and I think he’s the most like me.  I grew up in a small, southern town that I couldn’t wait to see in my rear-view mirror but as I got older, I understood how special it was.  Jackson is a little heartsore at the beginning of the story and coming home was a good thing for him, even if he didn’t want to be there.

How did you feel when you finished A Night of Southern Comfort?
You know, I write between 9:30 and 1 am so I think I was tired.  : )  But, it is always so rejuvenating to finish a book.  You feel like you won the race – and you really did.  I walk on air for about two days just from the sense of accomplishment.

For all of us impatient readers, what is up next for you?
I just sold a Christmas novella to Entangled’s Flirt line and it will be out I Nov/Dec 2012.  I have two projects, a paranormal and a super sexy category, under consideration with them as well and I’m writing the book proposal for the three books that are sequels to ANoSC.

Yay!  That excites me because I want more of Jackson's friends :)

Thanks Robin!

Thanks for having me!  I had a great time.



Mr. Sex-on-a-Stick took his last shot and accepted the congratulatory thumps on the back from his friends. He didn’t smile in response, just quirked his full, sensual lips and turned to face her head-on with an expression full of hot promise. Catcalls and low whistles from his friends drifted across the crowded bar.
Come on, handsome. Don’t let me strike out at my first real bar pickup.
The breath she didn’t realize she was holding whooshed out as he separated himself from his friends and headed over to her. His movements were precise, controlled, and deliciously predatory. He possessed the confident demeanor of either military or law enforcement. He definitely wasn’t a paper-pushing warlord or a politico. Years of experience trained her to spot those guys a mile away. No, his mask of control was one born of the need for survival, much like hers.
Okay, big boy. You let me peek behind yours and I’ll let you peek behind mine.
He stopped in front of her, his thigh brushing her leg and setting off a series of sparks underneath her skin. His chocolate brown eyes met hers, filled with the assurance of decadent possibilities.
Michaela opened her mouth and shut it again. Now that he was here, she had no idea what to say. What would Angelina do? Channel your inner Jolie.
She cleared her throat. The result was a sultry, sexy voice she didn’t know she possessed. “May I buy you a drink?”
He glanced at the glass in her hand and nodded.
“A Southern Comfort.” She spoke in the general direction of the bartender, unable to tear herself away from her companion. “Neat.”
He slid onto the stool next her, his leg still against hers and her temperature hovering near the boiling point. He leaned on the bar, creating their own intimate circle as the noise of the busy bar faded into the background. His lips curved into a slight smile.
“Is there something funny?”
“No. Not at all.” His deep voice rumbled in her ear, his warm breath grazed her cheek. “I didn’t take you for the whiskey type.”
“And what type am I?”
He leaned back, examining her ice-blue satin, strapless cocktail dress and matching Manolo Blahnik pumps. She squirmed in her seat as her body responded to the desire pulsing between them.
“Honestly?” He cocked his head. “You strike me as the chardonnay type. A proper drink for a proper lady.”
She laughed. Any other night, his description would have been close to the mark. “Whiskey’s a drink of control and power.” She took another sip and caught his stare over the rim of her glass.
“I see.” He lifted his glass and downed the contents, then turned his full attention back to her. “So…why are you drinking alone?”
“I’m not drinking alone. Now.” Michaela gestured toward his drink and ordered him another when he nodded.
“Okay, so you’re here…?”
“Celebrating my new life.”
“Aahhh.” He lifted his glass to her in salute. “Let me be the first to say that your ex-husband is an idiot.”

On her fortieth birthday, Robin Covington decided that having a mid-life crisis and finding a boy-toy were far too tacky, so she delved a little deeper into the “bucket list” and pulled out the long-shelved dream of becoming an author. Now, she spends her time writing sizzling romance where the hero and heroine can’t keep their hands off each other.

She doesn’t miss the boy-toy at all.

Robin is a member of the Romance Writers of America, the Washington Romance Writers, a faculty member at Romance University, a member of the Waterworld Mermaids, and a guest contributor to the Happy Ever After blog at USA Today.

Robin lives in Maryland with her hilarious husband, brilliant children, and ginormous puppy.  You can find Robin on her website, Facebook,  and Twitter (@RobinCovington).


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Robin Covington said...

Crystal - thanks so much for having me today! I wanted to let you know that I received the greenlight for the sequels to AnoSC. Lucky is getting lucky! ; ) Look for them in Spring, Summer and Fall 2013!

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