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Friday, August 31, 2012

Call Me Wild by Robin Kaye (Guest Post/Giveaway)

Please give a warm welcome to contemporary romance author, Robin Kaye, who is joining us with her recent release of Call Me Wild!


Call Me Wild

I swung the door open to my favorite bar in Boise, Idaho, Humpin’ Hanna’s. My eyes went right to Karma Kincaid, manning—or is it womanning the bar.
Karma looked toward me and her face broke into a grin. “Hey, Robin! When did you get back in town?” She slid under the pass-through and gave me a big hug.
“Yesterday. It’s great to be back. I’m supposed to meet Jessie and Fisher here.”
Karma’s eyebrows rose. “What for?”
I tossed my bag on polished mahogany and claimed a stool while she scooted back behind the bar. “I’m here to interview them. My book, Call Me Wild, came out August 7th and I thought it might be fun to get their take on having their entire romance in print.”
“Hmm.” Karma wiped down the already clean bar.
“Hmm? Is there a problem, Karma?”
She shrugged and flipped her blonde curls over her shoulder. “I don’t know what you’re doing interviewing them. I’m the one who set them up. If it wasn’t for me, Jessie would still think Fisher was a stalker, and she still wouldn’t believe in love.”
“Really?”
Karma gave me her don’t-you-know-anything look, rolled her eyes for punctuation and planted her hands on her hips. “Yeah, really. Didn’t you even read the book?”
“I wrote the book.”
“Then why are you asking me instead of interviewing me? I’ll bet you twenty bucks that I’m way more interesting.”
“You’re on.” We shook hands and then Karma leaned toward me, placed her elbows on the bar and held her chin in her hand.
“So? Are you going to ask me questions?”
“And lose twenty bucks because I’m a good interviewer? I don’t think so.”
She smiled. “Ooh, so you’re gonna make me do all the work. Okay, that’s not a problem. I have plenty to say.”
“I’m waiting with bated breath.”
She poured me a snakebite and slid it down the bar toward me, stopping right before it hit my open hand. It didn’t even splash over the side. “Wow, Karma, you’re a beer slinging goddess.”
“That’s only one of my many talents.”
I took a sip of the snakebite and signed. “What are some of your other talents?”
“Matchmaking to name one. I fixed my bartender up with my college roommate; they’ve been married for a few years and have a little baby girl. I’m the godmother.”
“And you think you fixed up Fisher and Jessie?”
“I know I did.”
“But they had literally been running into each other all week, and Fisher had even asked her out more than once.”
“Sure, the first and second time she said no, after that, she thought he was a stalker. As if.” She laughed. “My brother, Fisher is a lot of things, but definitely not a stalker. It took me about five minutes to realize she really had the hots for him—no matter how clueless she was about it. But really, what do you expect? Jessie didn’t believe in love. All I did was make sure they both ended up in a place where she would have to deal with Fisher—at least for a little while.”
“Isn’t that a little conniving?”
“I was being helpful…”
“Okay, sure. So helpful that Jessie ended up having to tow her car back to Boise and Fisher ended up with a concussion.”
“Neither of which were my fault. Besides, haven’t you ever heard the term ‘All’s well that ends well’?”
“Sure, That’s a Shakespearean tragic comedy or is it a comic tragedy?
 “I like to think of it as comedic romance.”
“No, that’s what I write.”
“Yeah, and how would you have gotten them together if I wasn’t around?”
“I would have figured something out.”
Karma poured herself a seltzer. “Sure you would. That’s why Jessie ended up in my bar talking my ear off about this hot blond dude who was a bum, and lives with his mother. Once she said his name was Fisher, and described my brother perfectly, what option did I have? It was all I could do not bust out laughing or do a Tebow—you know, stop, drop, and kneel. It’s not often I have one of my brothers at my mercy.”
I quirked a brow.
Karma shrugged. “Okay, not often enough.”
The doors swung open and Jessie and Fisher walked in. I pasted on a big smile. “Hi guys, we were just talking about you.”
Fisher—all six foot two or three of him put his arm around Jessie and gave Karma a if-you-said-anything-embarrassing-I’m-gonna-kill-you look.
Jessie, only a couple inches shorter than Fisher gave him an elbow in the ribs. “Stop giving Karma silent threats. She gave up meddling, remember?”
 “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“Yeah, Fisher,” Karma cut in. “I’m a proud member of MA—Meddlers Anonymous, it’s Gramps you gotta worry about. After all, he’s the one trying to figure out how to get you and Ben to make him a great-grandbaby already. Not to mention his problem with Trapper’s marital status.”
Jessie caught the beer Karma slid toward her and shot Fisher a worried glance. “What about your marital status, Karma? Isn’t Gramps trying to get you to settle down too?”
If I’m not mistaken, Karma blanched. “Heck no.” She waved the thought away. “He’d like to keep me his little girl forever.”
Fisher caught the beer Karma shot him. “Thanks, and yeah, we’ve all been protecting Karma’s virtue since day one.”
Karma didn’t look too happy about it. “See what I have to put up with—times four. Ben’s just as bad as any one of my brothers. I’ve been trying to marry them all off just so they’d leave me the heck alone.”
Jessie leaned back against Fisher—those two were so tight, if you stuck a piece of coal between them, it’d be a diamond in no time.
I sat forward on my stool. “So Karma, how’s that working out for you?”
Karma blew her hair out of her eyes. “Not real well, thanks for your concern.” She smiled at me and then turned her attention back to Jessie. “Hey, have you heard from your best friend Andrew lately? Is he coming for a visit any time soon?”
“I just talked to him yesterday. He’s working hard, you know writing for that soap opera of his. I wish he’d go back to writing his screenplays.”
I took a sip of my snakebite. “Hmm… maybe you should turn the tables and dare him to come out here on his next hiatus to write then next award-winning screenplay he’s always talked about. After all, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander, right?”
Fisher’s eyebrows rose. “You’re not thinking of Karma and Andrew are you?
I shook my head. “Why would I think that?”
“Don’t.”
Oh, wow. Fisher looked hotter than usual when he was a little peeved. Jessie is one lucky girl. “What do you want me to do? Karma’s the only single woman he knows in Boise.”
“He’s not dating my sister.”
Jessie stepped out of his arms. “What’s wrong with Andrew? He’s my best friend. I’d trust him with my life. I think he and Karma would make a great couple.”
Fisher’s eyes went wide and ever muscle in his neck delineated.  
I nodded in agreement. “And you gotta admit, Karma’s a beautiful woman. Plus, we both know Andrew is straight.”
Karma laughed, took a twenty out of the till and passed it over to me. “Okay, game over. Now tell Fisher what you were doing.”
“Me?” I shot him an innocent grin. “I wasn’t doing anything. But I think I’ve gotten all I need for the interview. Thanks everyone.”
I stuffed the twenty in my bra, hugged Fisher and Jessie on my way out and shot Karma a wink—she’s not the only one who can be conniving when it suits her purposes. After all, isn’t that what authors do. Stick people in situation and have a good time watching them get into or out of trouble, depending on the circumstances. Yeah, Karma was going to have a lot of fun cooling off her brother.

Call Me Wild (Wild Thing #2)
Uemployed New York Times sports reporter, Jessica James gives up her big city life and moves into a borrowed house in Boise, Idaho. She's determined to become a great romance writer, and she only has one obstacle: she doesn't believe in love. Writing quickly becomes a challenge, so Jessica decides to go out and find some inspiration. She soon meets sexy, outdoorsy doctor Fisher Kincaid, who's more than happy to teach her all about love...
Robin Kaye was born in Brooklyn, New York, and grew up in the shadow of the Brooklyn Bridge next door to her Sicilian grandparents.

Living with an extended family that's a cross between Gilligan's Island and The Sopranos, minus the desert isle and illegal activities, explains both her comedic timing and the cast of quirky characters in her books.

She's lived in half a dozen states from Idaho to Florida, but the romance of Brooklyn has never left her heart.

She currently resides in Maryland with her husband, three children, two dogs, and a three-legged cat with attitude.
http://www.robinkayewrites.com/


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23 comments:

Kimberly Kincaid said...

Great excerpt, Robin! And, of course, you know I love your character's name :)

This book is right at the top of my TBR right now. Can't wait!

Kelsey Summer said...

I'm in the middle of "Wild Thing" now and love it. Can't wait to read "Call Me Wild." I do find motorcycles sexy, but I would never get on one and won't let my husband or kids.

kesummer69 at gmail dot com

JenM said...

Great interview. I guess that means Karma is next? I love motorcycles, even though I know how dangerous they are. You feel like you are flying when you are on one, plus it's pretty sexy to be sitting on something so powerful.

Joanne said...

Congrats on the new release. This book sounds fantastic. Can't wait to read it. Thanks for the great interview.
Even though we call them donorcycles, I do find motorcycles sexy, must have something to do with all the hot biker guys that ride them.

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Kathleen O said...

I am a newcomer to your books Robyn but you have intriqued to want to read this book and become a fan...

Texas Book Lover said...

In books motorcycles always make guys seem all tough and alpha so sure I like them. In real life ah not so much. I can't figure out how they keep bugs off their faces/bodies. They hit windshields so logically it has to happen on motorcycles too.

Robin Kaye said...

@ Kimberly~ I hope you enjoy it--Trapper, Hunter, Fisher and Karma could be your relatives. Wow, you have a crazy fictional family!

@ Kelsey - My DH used to have a bike and I loved it. He sold it before we had kids, and I expect we'll get another right after the last chick is launched successfully from the nest. No crotch rockets for us though, we want a BMW Sport touring bike. :)

@ JenM--actually Trapper is next. I've been getting so much mail about Jessie's best friend, Andrew, I have a feeling he's going to end up having his own book. People are really worried about him!

@ Joanne - My uncle was a neurologist and called them Donorcycles too--of course he had two of them and would take a trip from Boise to Mexico, and then up to Banff, Canada and back to Boise every summer.

@Kathleen - I hope you'll give them a try. I really had fun writing the interview. It was great to party with my imaginary friends. Especially Karma, she's my favorite... She's so bad!

Texas Book Lover - Full helmets, windshields and leathers keep the bugs off you (or me). I lived in Florida while my DH and I were riding so there was no shortage of bugs--even love bugs, and I don't remember them being a problem...

Maureen said...

I think of motorcycles as dangerous and rebellious so that can be sexy.

books4me said...

Heck ya motorcycles are sexy...great memories with my boyfriend for college...sigh...YUM!

Tore said...

I find motorcyles sexy because they are dangerous. Thanks for the giveaway. Tore923@aol.com

Di said...

Kinda, yeah - but they also scare me a bit - particularly when they are on the highway & going really fast.
sallans d at yahoo dot com

crystaley73 said...

The book sounds great. I thanks some bikers are sexy but I am not big on motorcycles. I have been on them but they scare me.
crystaley73 at yahoo dot com

Barbara E. said...

I do find motorcycles sexy, I think it's because guys on a motorcycle are usually perceived as a rebel, or a bit of a bad boy, and if it's a chopper, a really bad boy. :D Riding on the back of one is sexy to, because you get to hold on real tight to the driver. ;-)

Carin said...

I think motorcycles are hot! I love the power and the bad boy image the represent. Carin

erin said...

thanks for a great post and congrats to Robin on the new release! I think that motorcycles are sexy as long as they aren't moving... lol... I work in healthcare. 5 yrs of ER trauma experience and you lose any love of the "bikes".

Kerry said...

Love bikes - its all about control )

*yadkny* said...

Of course motorcycles are sexy! All that power between your legs:) Nothing sexier except maybe riding behind a hot guy:)

divavixenqueen said...

Nice interview. It all depends on who's on them, sometimes they
are sexy and other times, you just want to look the other way.
And congratulations on your novel.

Shawny Jean said...

Motorcycles in real life make me nervous, I'm perpetually worried I'm going to miss one in my blind spot while I'm driving. But a fictional man on a motorcycle? Nothing to worry about there :)

Robin Kaye said...

Hi everyone - I've obviously missed something. I love motorcycles, but I have no idea how they came up. Fisher has a bike in the book, a BMW Sport touring bike, but I've been sitting here scratching my head. Not that I mind living in the land of the confused... I do spend an inordinate amount of time here, but I just thought I'd let you know and maybe someone could fill me in on what I've missed.

Robin Kaye said...

@ Maureen - I have to agree, definitely sexy.

@books4me- LOL, oh yeah, I have them too.

@Tore-You're quite welcome and yes, to a point, danger can be a real turn on.

@ Di - I agree. I was driving down 95 and one blew past me going over 90. It scared the spit out of me!

Crystaley 73 - Some are sexy, but definitely not all. I used to work with a guy who suffered from a very well-deserved case of Napoleon Syndrome. He rode Harleys and I swear they were bigger than he was. He tried to pull something sleazy while he was telling me about his bikes. He thought he had me until I asked if he had to use blocks to reach the peddels. *evil laugh* that was a fun ride down motorcycle memory lane...

Robin Kaye said...

@ Barbara E.--definitely, there's nothing better than wrapping your arms around a guy and holding on for dear life--especially if he has washboard abs, a beer belly, not so much.

Carin- Amen, sister.

@Erin - I totally understand. My uncle was a neurologist and he called them donor cycles. He always had one though.

@ Kerry - Wow, you just put a lot of naughty thoughts in my head. Yay you!

@Yadkny- *Fanning self* You and Kerry are very bad influences.

@diavixenqueen-Love the handle and yes, there have been times I've looked over hoping to see a hottie on a crotch rocket and find well, let's just not go there. Suffice it to say that there were many times I wish I had a mental delete button. My eyes! My eyes!

@ Shawny - Well put, Shawny. Fictional guys on fictional bikes mean all the hotness and the danger is fictional too. It's a win-win.

Ana♥ said...

loved that interview. very conniving indeed ^_^ my question, I wouldn't have ever thought of Karma as a name or a character. I love it, why did you pick Karma?

Ana♥