Robyn DeHart is here with a glimpse at her new historical romance, FOR HER SPY ONLY, but first she’s giving us a glimpse into her childhood. Alas, this hits home for me because I, too, played with Barbies…and for longer than I’d like to admit. For that matter, I’d probably STILL be playing with them if my best friend’s dad hadn’t mistaken the huge garbage bag full of Barbie stuff she’d toted to my house and back as actual trash. (ERMAGERD). But I digress. Let’s get to the good stuff. Please welcome Robyn!
When I was a little girl, my most favorite thing in the world was Barbies. I loved them. I loved dressing them and fixing their hair. I never had one of those big Barbie houses, no, that was too limiting for me, I needed more space, more options than the doll house would provide. No, I made furniture by stacking paperbacks and covering them with washcloths (perfect sofa!), and I had a great bed and using all the space in my room, they always lived in a sprawling mansion. My friends loved playing with me because I would always create elaborate story lines and sometimes these games would last well into the night. There was always adventure and danger and romance. With lots of kissing.
It was a sad day when I had to put up those Barbies. Much later than all my friends I had tried to keep playing, but somehow the magic had died for me in between elementary and jr. high. I still have all my Barbies, tucked away in my big, red suitcase, and someday they’ll be played with again.
I learned a new way to play Barbies though. A new way to create those adventurous and romantic storylines with lots of kissing. And now I get paid for it. It took me a while to realize that’s what years of Barbie playing was for me, I was cultivating myself as a romance reader and writer, learning the rudimentary steps of story and character creation. Luckily some things have changed. I no longer have to name my Barbies (uh…characters) Toni or Ashleigh. Not that those are bad names, but they don’t really fit into Victorian times. And my heroes, unlike Ken, aren’t plastic everywhere and have more than just a subtle bump.
I think about those times though. Staying up way too late, listening to New Edition’s remake of Earth Angel or Lisa Lisa and the Cult Jam’s All Cried Out (yes, I’m dating myself here), and playing Barbies who would dress in their costumes and go to Masquerade parties and dance and laugh and, of course, kiss. I had no idea then that those times were building on something bigger for me, no idea that I was rehearsing for the coolest job on the planet.
I love creating stories. I love coming up with characters that are unique and special in their own way, yet so familiar, you could swear you know them. I love watching these characters hit obstacles and grow and change and become stronger, better people. And I love making them fall in love.
Can you look back into your past and see tells of the adult you were meant to become? And the real question…did you love Barbies as much as I do…uh did?
Teaser from “For Her Spy Only”
“More favors? What have you been doing for so long without me in your life?”
“Yes, well, perhaps our little reunion is merely good timing.” She smoothed her skirts though there was not a wrinkle in sight. “In any case. The aforementioned guardian who wishes to marry me. I believe it might be a deterrent if he thinks I am connected to another man. A man of your station.”
He wasn’t quite believing her words. He’d told her years ago that he wasn’t interested in marrying again. “You want me to marry you?”
She frowned, shook her head. “Of course not. I merely want you to pretend you are going to marry me. At least until he loses interest in me as a prospect.”
“What would this charade entail?” he asked.
“Nothing more than me being able to tell him about our pending nuptials. Perhaps he could meet you, too. You are formidable. I suspect if he saw you, he would lose interest in me rather quickly.”
“Formidable.” He nodded. “And these are your conditions for allowing me access to the maps?”
About “For Her Spy Only”
Genre: Historical Romance
Length: 103 pages
Release Date: July 2014
When Winifred is rescued from her snow-stranded carriage by the notorious and reclusive Alistair, Marquess of Coventry, she is instantly drawn to him. Jilted by her betrothed and socially ruined by untrue rumors, Winifred is tired of paying for crimes she didn’t commit and decides to play the seductress London society claims she is. Thinking a night of passion shouldn’t leave any lasting effects, she instead finds her heart marked forever.
Six years later, Alistair is working for the Regent as a spy. A search for Napoleon’s English supporters leads him to the beguiling Winifred, recently widowed with a young son. He hasn’t forgotten how the unconventional beauty warmed his bed, and the heat between them rekindles immediately. The spymaster is determined to uncover all of plucky Winifred’s secrets. Especially the one regarding her son…
About Robyn DeHart
National Bestselling author, Robyn DeHart’s novels have appeared in the top bestselling romance and historical romance lists. Her books have been translated into nearly a dozen languages. Her historical romantic adventure series, The Legend Hunters, were not only bestsellers, but also award-winners, snagging a Reader’s Crown and a Reviewer’s Choice award. She had three releases in 2013 and 2014 will see four more, all set in the popular historical romance Regency and Victorian eras. Known for her “strong dialogue and characters that leap off the page” (RT Bookclub) and her “sizzling romance” (Publishers Weekly), her books have been featured in USA Today and the Chicago Tribune. A popular writing instructor, she has given speeches at writing conferences in Los Angeles, DC, New York, Dallas, Nashville and Toronto, among many others. When not writing, you can find Robyn hanging out with her family, husband (The Professor) a university professor of Political Science and their two ridiculously beautiful and smart daughters, Busybee and Babybee as well as two spoiled-rotten cats. They live in the hill country of Texas where it’s hot eight months of the year, but those big blue skies make it worth it. Sign up for Robyn’s newsletter http://www.robyndehart.com/newsletter/