Description of an Author

An author is a relatively sane person who:

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2. If someone mentions they know a guy named “Snake”, they will bribe and beg to be introduced.

3. Concerned they are on a watch list for the stuff they Google.

4. Laughs out loud in public when one of her characters says something witty in her head.

5. Has strong opinions about the Oxford comma.

6. Spends 15 minutes arguing with herself about a comma.

7. Has a husband who doesn’t bat an eye when she asks about best place to hide a body.

8. Uses punctuation and proper grammar even in text messages.

9. Knows what “Panster” is.

10. Thinks cliffhangers are…..

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Come on over and get SCHOOLED 4.0 & enter for a giveaway!

Please welcome the effervescent and witty Deena Bright to the blog as she openly shares her journey toward writing one of her novella’s.  Deena is also generously giving away 2 copies of SCHOOLED 4.0 (Details below).

Now, let me first say that when I received Deena’s blog post, I had no idea she was going to compliment me so much. I didn’t even have to bribe or pay her in chocolate, pizza, wine or steak (Deena loves steak), and I am honored and humbled by her words. I actually blushed reading them, and it’s not easy to make me blush.

Right back at you, Deena, you’re a wonderful writer with a writing style I love, a great sense of humor and a good friend I am pleased to have found through your other work.

Okay, enough gushing, here’s Deena.

Deena is also sharing an excerpt from SCHOOLED 4.0.



 Hey all you smut-loving fans of fiction, I’m Deena Bright.  I’m in love with Selena.  Why?  Why the Hell not???  She is about the most generous, thoughtful, and helpful fellow writer I have ever met.  I have never heard her speak an ill word about anyone else in this world.  LOVE THAT ABOUT HER.  Me?  Well, I’m the person you need to sit by if you want to trash-talk anyone—even the busboy with a rotten tooth and acne.  (Yeah, had one of those last night—at a restaurant—not in my bed.)

First of all, I want to thank Selena for letting me usurp her blog today.  Technologically, I cannot figure out how to create my own blog, so I thrive on commandeering other people’s technological possessions.  Selena just rocks for always being there for me!

Now since SCHOOLED 4.0 is four books in one.  I want to spend the remainder of this post discussing the fourth novella in the book, All Girls’ School.  It is a love story depicting the “sexual awakening” of one woman as she realizes her desire for female love and companionship.

Let’s go back in time—cue the foggy, blurry screen and flashback music.  My best friend was married to a man with a beautiful daughter and another on the way.  Sadly, that second daughter died in her arms when she was only eight days old.  It was devastatingly horrifying—as I’m sure anyone can imagine.  Well, what we don’t realize is that it is hard to grieve with another person.  We all grieve differently.  The different mourning paths she and her husband took veered them in very dissimilar directions, destroying their marriage.  It was sad to witness.

Eventually, my best friend found true love and complete understanding and acceptance in another woman.  They are now both blissfully happy. She and her ex-husband are great friends, so it all worked out for the best, despite the tragic and unbearable road they journeyed to get there.

Anyway, I wanted to write a lesbian-awakening.  I thought “short novella—piece of cake.”  Oh Hell was I wrong!  It’s really freaking hard, so damn hard, to write a book when you know virtually nothing about what your book is about.  I had to basically interrogate my friend on their relationship—their intimate affairs—everything!

One night, my husband and I went to dinner with them, and I just grilled both of them about lesbian sex and relationships.  They answered every single question—never letting me down or getting embarrassed by my inquisition.  My husband, however, struggled as he was about busting out of his boxer briefs—if you get my drift.  Actually, a little breeze or drift may have sent him over the edge at that point.

Then, later that night, I went on porn sites and watched some girl-on-girl action.  At that point, my husband was like “Honey, is there something you want to tell me?”  Hahaha!  I love that man!  He is such a trooper.

The point is, I didn’t want to let my friends down or write something that was so far from reality that people would roll their eyes and think “this chick doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” I wanted it to be real—sexually as well as intimately.  I wanted to tell a story that needs to be told.  My friend is happier now than she has ever been in her entire life, and I am thrilled for her.  I love…LOVE.  No matter what kind of love it is.  If it brings her happiness, then I don’t give a rat’s hairy ball sac if she loves a man or a woman.  Her heart is hers to give; she may give it to whomever she so desires.

Truthfully, I was terrified for my friend to read All Girls’ School.  I didn’t want to screw up the story.  I wanted to make them proud of me as well as themselves.  My friend sent me a text this morning.  This was her text, verbatim:  “I just finished the book.  It was wonderful.  It turned me on and made me tear up all at once.  You captured lesbian relationships perfectly.  It was so well-written.  Thank you for writing this book.”   So yeah, Deena Bright—NAILED IT!  😉  Thanks for reading today.  Hopefully, you delve into your smutty sides and give Schooled 4.0 a shot.

Four books for four bucks!  You can’t go wrong!




 From the Original Schooled (Book 1 in the Schooled Series)

“Damn girl, what took you so long?  Let’s dance.”  As I exit the bathroom, Briggs grabs me around the waist and pulls me toward the dance floor. My attempts at protest are futile. I’m no match for his strength and power—Hell, his magnetism.

It’s the slowest rap beat I’ve ever heard. It’s no “Push It.” Where are Salt-n-Peppa when you need them?  I cannot imagine how people dance to this music.  It isn’t the fast-pumping rap or upbeat pop music I’m used to dancing to.  It’s a slow, rhythmic pounding. I quickly learn that people don’t actually dance to it. They just slowly grind against one another.  It’s hot, slow, and so erotic.  It’s certainly a simulation of what else could happen if these movements were to continue all night. Oh, so hot. It’s been long, way too long.

Well this certainly isn’t helping my cause. Holy shit. Briggs places the front of his body tightly up against my back and bottom.  I can feel his breath on the side and back of my neck. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me tightly against his pelvis.  I can easily feel him rubbing, grinding, and moving into my backside, imitating a slow, easy, love-making motion.  He uses his hands to move my hips in a way that he wants them to move.  My body melts and melds into his.  I lose control of my senses and actions, letting him control my movements, as well as my desires.  This has got to be his ammo.  These moves, this seduction, have to be his weapon of choice.

I can’t allow my will to cave, for a student to do this to me.  But my God, it feels so good, so right.  It’s been so long, so frustratingly long.  I feel my will faltering, my decisions wavering. His penis begins to enlarge against me, finding its way to my ass. Only my linen skirt and thong and his loose-fitting athletic shorts stand between his hardening shaft and the crack of my butt.  I can feel its size.  Oh God.

“You’re so sexy Janelle.”  His raspy whisper tingles my ear, making me shiver and long for more. He just called me Janelle.  Oh shit.  This is getting out of hand. I have to stop this. Please give me the strength to stop this man.  No, to stop myself.  But instead of stopping it, I hear myself whimper, a sound of acquiescence. A sound of my will failing. I feel Briggs’ tongue slowly travel from the base of my neck to the tip of my earlobe. He starts to turn my body to face him. I moan and succumb to him, facing him.  His blue eyes are smoldering with the most passionate look of desire, a look I’ve never seen on a man’s face before. Never.  I have to have him.  I lean in to him; our lips meet.  His tongue finds mine, and my knees weaken.  I want to have him, devour him, feel him.  I need him. I swallow his moan and return my own.  His hands run down my back, pulling me closer into him, onto him.  I need this man.  I have to—

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Simply leave a comment, and Deena will randomly draw two names on Friday, October 17th and each winner will receive a copy of SCHOOLED 4.0


Sizzling Summer Snippets

I hope you enjoy the following snippets.


“Selena Robins’ plots are deliciously fun. “~New York Times & USA Today Best Selling Author Kimberley Troutte


Simultaneously sassy and reflective, ONCE UPON A KISS is a sensually sweet and funny love story.


The Right Woman

 Is thirty-two too early for dementia?

This is the question Sabrina Monroe asks herself in the not-so-sleepy town in Vermont while running her family’s inn. She’s determined to keep the inn profitable, shielding it from the slick land developers competing to buy her out. Lately, the journey down this road has been filled with sink holes. Add the inn’s challenges with staff, belligerent clients, and a mystical snow globe beaming inexplicable messages, and is it any wonder she questions her mental state?

She’s too strapped for money to buy aspirin for the brain wedgie from dealing with it all, let alone to hire someone to fix the leaking roof.

The Wrong Man

This project is a cake walk.

Business magnate, Jason O’Neil, has one assignment—acquire Monroe’s inn and land. Armed with savvy and charisma, he’s confident he’ll succeed where many others have failed.

After being the recipient of Sabrina Monroe’s sass, Jason realizes he’ll have to step out of his comfort zone and Gucci shoes, and pile on a heck-of-a-lot of something other than his natural charm to ink this deal.

Divine intervention or destiny?

Will the interaction with an eccentric young woman spouting ambiguous sentiments, cement their shared belief that there is no such thing as true love, trust and happy-ever-after?

Or can she unravel that belief once and for all?


He pointed toward the tree. “Turn around.”


“Do you ever take orders?”

“Not often.”

“Shocker.” He put his hands on her shoulder and turned her around. “Try it this once.”

“What are you doing?”

“Getting rid of your headache.” He undid the clip that held her hair in a ponytail together. “Relax.”

She tipped her head back and looked up at him. “Cook, knit and a hairstylist?”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Do you think you can stay quiet for ten minutes? I guarantee your headache will go away if you do.”

“Ten minutes, huh?”

“I’m that good.”

“And modest,” she said.

“Are you going to be quiet now?”
She nodded and he noticed a slight wince before she tipped her head forward, and faced away from him. Her headache was probably stronger than she’d admitted.

SABRINA - MASSAGEHe ran his fingers through the length of her thick, soft hair, smoothing it away from her face, exposing her neck. He’d always been a sucker for a woman’s neck, searching for her erogenous zone. Sabrina’s smooth, long neck looked so damn stroke-able, lick-able, kissable—-all of the above.

Closing his eyes for a few seconds to compose himself he then leaned in closer, and moved his hands up to her forehead. Using his fingertips, he added gentle pressure on each side of her head—-her pleasurable sigh when he did this added pressure to his groin.

He stared straight ahead at the tree trunk, focusing on helping her find relief from her headache, and ignoring his mounting desire to explore the back of her neck with his lips. Mentally shaking that thought out of his head, he slid his hands to her scalp, kneading tender, small circular movements.

The sound of her low, soft moans conjured up sexy images in his head. He took deep breaths, calculating hockey statistics.

She pressed herself closer to him, and he hoped she was so deep into enjoying the massage that she wouldn’t feel what must be pressing hard into her lower back.



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 “I love Selena’s funny, sexy and suspenseful characters and plots and the way she writes the characters’ emotions.” ~USA Today Best Selling Author, Cari Quinn

What A Girl Wants 72 LG


She’s got the moxie.

Travel journalist Maddie Saunders has new attitude, and wants two new accessories to go with it. One, turn her triple-X fantasies into reality with Mr. Sex-On-Legs—her friend, Alex Donovan. And two, find her biological father to see if her gene pool has a deep end.

She never expected fulfilling both wishes would take her life down a drastically different path.

He’s got the secrets.

Alex Donovan, an investigative reporter, grits his teeth when he accepts a joint assignment to Hawaii with Maddie. He’s vowed to never get involved with any woman he can’t walk away from. Maddie falls under the heading of, “Look, but don’t touch.”

Trouble is, Maddie excels at giving Alex a hard time—in more ways than one.

Complicated? Absolutely.

Especially when Alex discovers the shocking, unexpected reason they were both sent to Hawaii.

Together they share laughter, tears, mystery and romance.


Side effects may include but not limited to, spontaneous, uncontrollable laughter, hot flashes and dangerous chocolate cravings.

Contents include, one kick-ass heroine and a sex-on-legs hero whose kiss could singe the eyebrows off a mannequin. Can be read in bed with someone special or a BOB (battery operated boyfriend). Please note: Batteries not included.


He pulled her toward him with her back pressed against his chest and ran his lips up and down the back of her neck.

A soft sigh slipped out before she swallowed hard. “Donovan, I seriously think you are…”

He lowered her dress straps and sprinkled kisses on her shoulder. “I’m listening.”

He made his way across her back to her other shoulder, rubbing his hand up and down her arm. Thoughts of her naked skin pressed against his caused a magnificent laser show in his brain. It was a wonder he could put a sentence together. “You were saying?”

“Oh, gawd.” She leaned her forehead against the door. “I was saying that I think you are…” She sounded out of breath. “Alex…”


There it was. His name on her lips in that breathy way. He ran his fingertips along the side of her face, then kissed her behind her ears, inhaling the subtle fruit-like aroma of her hair, and the lavender musky perfume at her throat.

Fresh, sexy and exotic. Everything male in him wanted everything female in her. “Yes?”

The breath she sucked in was unsteady. “You’re insane.”

He nibbled her earlobe. “Certifiable.”

She leaned her head back against his chest and looked up at him. Her eyes were a brighter green than normal and her pupils were dilated. The softness of her expression made him feel as dizzy, as if the air had been siphoned out of him.

He pressed himself closer to her. Stifling a groan, he rubbed his chin along the side of her face, tightened his hold over her fingers, and slipped her hand off the doorknob.


He turned her around to face him. His heart raced and waves of wanting washed over him. “Yes?”

Desire as unadulterated as his reflected in her gaze as she said, “You need to stop doing that.”

He circled her waist, held her tight and kissed her even tighter. She parted her lips, inviting him in. She tasted like a mixture of chocolate and mint. Sweet and hot, just like her.

She wrapped her hands around his neck and met his tongue with each stroke. In and out. Slow at first and then harder and deeper, creating sensation after sensation through his body, and the best fuckin’ throbbing he had experienced in a long time.

He kissed the tip of her nose, her eyelids and each side of her mouth. Regaining some composure, he lifted his head and smiled. “That better?”

“Yes. No. I mean, you have to stop kissing me like that.”

He leaned his forehead against hers. “Why?”

“Because you’re giving me the wrong signal. Again.”


WHAT A GIRL WANTS is available on Amazon and all book distributors.




  Please note: The black and white images used in this blog, serve as inspiration for the characters in the books. If you own these images, please let me know and I will attribute your name to the picture or remove them at your request. Thank you.

When your wife hands you frozen bananas…bake bread & save your marriage

Please join me in welcoming, John Hartnett author of “The Barber’s Conundrum and Other Stories: Observations on Life from the Cheap Seats.” 

John has successfully entertained readers with his sense of humor and light-hearted observations of the things in life we can all relate to. I congratulate him on how well he writes humor, because although he makes it look easy, it’s one of the hardest things to write, making it look easy is a testament to his great skills. (My review of the book below.)

John is also sponsoring a GIVEAWAY (details below) and I’ve baked a special banana bread for this occasion (recipe below).

I had a lot of fun interviewing John for this blog, and I know you’ll enjoy it as much as I did.

Selena:       What three words would your friends describe you as?

John:          Average, punctual, paranoid-schizophrenic

Selena:      An average paranoid-schizophrenic, yes, you definitely are a writer. If someone wanted to create a bumper sticker about your life, what would it say?

John:          You can take his gum when you pry it from his cold, clenched teeth.

Selena:       Now that’s something that would catch my attention on a bumper sticker, also something you may want to include in your will. Favorite one-liner that had you literally burst out laughing?

John:          Rodney Dangerfield on his wife’s cooking: “In my house we pray after we eat.”

Selena:       Sounds like something my brothers would say to bug the hell out of me when they come over for dinner. What are the top three things you have learned about people while observing life from the cheap seats?

John:          Only one out of every 37 will ever return a shopping cart back to the place they originally got it or that collection spot in the middle of the parking lot.

People who go to the gym with the express purpose of working out and maintaining their weight will do whatever it takes to park as close to the entrance as they can.

For all the people who believe in Heaven and a rich, rewarding and stress free eternal life, I’ve never seen one at a wake or funeral act like the guest of honor just won the lottery.

Selena:       So true! Do you think writing witty, comedic stories (or essays) writing abilities are talents a person is born with, or do you think it’s something that can be learned? And yes, this is a compliment to your humorous writing abilities.

John:          I think the development of a sense of humor is learned although I must tell you that on the day I was born, I have a very distinct memory of struggling in vain to get my head through my mother’s birth canal and saying to myself, “This has to be a joke.”

Selena:       What do you feel are the occupational hazards of writing comedy?

John:          As long as you’re not writing anything while doing a foxtrot with a partner on the wings of a bi-plane in one of those Midwest air shows, the only hazard I see is not being true to your own sensibilities and attempting to write for what you think will appeal to a particular audience.  I firmly believe you have to write material that makes you laugh.

Selena:     Quick fire questions, I will throw out a word (or two) and you write the first thing that comes to your mind.

Frozen bananasDivorce court (John has provided an excerpt from the book, that will further explain why frozen bananas can equal divorce court)

HaircutDashed hopes

Valentine’s DayA scam

ParentingWhy no instruction manual?

MonkeyEverything we learned about roller skates we learned from monkeys

Customer ServiceModern day Atlantis for the working class

Thank you, John, it’s been a pleasure having you on the blog and as you know, I loved your book and so did my husband, a great read for couples, which it may entice some debate, but that just makes life more interesting.

JOHN-COVERExcerpt: How Bananas Almost Destroyed My Marriage

Saturday night my son opened the freezer door, a frozen banana fell out, smashed him on the toe and then my daughter bumped her head on the freezer door when she stood up quickly after retrieving the banana from the floor.

I submit to you that there is no greater window into the complicated dance that is marriage than deconstructing that small, relatively insignificant event.

In the twelve years and 313 days that I have been married to my wife, she has taken hundreds of overripe bananas and stored them in our freezers with the intention of someday making bread out of them.

Sadly that day has never come.

I will admit that I am partly to blame, because when the opportunity to be alone in the kitchen presents itself — I surreptitiously remove the frozen bananas and bury them in the garbage. For you see, I was raised to believe that neither fruit or for that matter, deceased ball players such as Ted Williams, should be placed in a freezer once they are past their prime.

Conversely, my wife, who came from a very large family, was raised to believe that overripe fruit should be frozen, not wasted. Her mother taught her to do this, albeit a woman who also stored bananas for decades and never made anything out of them — although legend has it that one was once used as an emergency blackjack during a family function that went awry.

Which one of us is right?

Aha! All couples on the dance floor, please.

Selena: This chapter resonated with me so much so, my husband went out and bought me a Yonana to make frozen fruit into sugar-free ice-cream — saved by the Yonana. I also made banana bread in honor of this chapter (recipe below).

Humorist writer and author of “The Barber’s Conundrum and Other Stories: Observations on Life from the Cheap Seats.”

About John Hartnett:

John Hartnett is a writer living in NJ and is married with three children.

He is the author of the humor collection, “The Barber’s Conundrum and Other Stories” and also writes a comedy blog called The Monkey Bellhop.  He recently crossed off everything on his bucket list, after finally locating a six quart, aluminum milking pail at a garage sale in Garwood, NJ.


John is generously giving away either a print or eBook to a randomly drawn reader who comments on this post.

Connect with John:

The Monkey Bellhop
Twitter: @johnjhartnett
Author Facebook Page

Selena’s Review:

In THE BARBER’S CONUNDRUM AND OTHER STORIES: OBSERVATIONS ON LIFE FROM THE CHEAP SEATS, John Hartnett had me at the first line of the book and it was one laugh out loud moment after the other from that moment on.

John Hartnett takes you on a journey that you’ve traveled in your daily encounters with family, friends, customer service, other drivers, and many things we do on a day by day basis and spun them into witty, clever, humorous and relatable stories.

My husband and I both read this book and many times we discussed how John Hartnett’s observations hit home with us and had us laughing out loud on more than one occasion while reading.

John Hartnett has a keen eye for observing his surroundings, things most of us may not even notice at times, and the people around him and skillfully wrote them into entertaining stories with intelligent humor, that never reads as if it was forced, which is a testament to his skill as an excellent writer.

The book is peppered with warmth, love for his family, and hilarious situations that the reader can easily visualize. The self-deprecating humour (“The Barber’s Conundrum” chapter) will literally have you laughing out loud as you visualize John’s hair challenges over the years.

One of my favourite chapter’s (which I’m pretty sure every married couple around the globe can relate to) is, “How Bananas Almost Destroyed My Marriage.” This chapter led to my husband running out and buying me a Yonana ice-cream maker.

Parents everywhere will enjoy; “The Only Child Rearing Book You’ll Ever Need.” Even if you aren’t a parent, this chapter will not only entertain you with the witty way in which he wrote this, but it will propel you to want to share John’s parenting “tips” with a parent.

There are many favourite chapters in this book and John’s writing style with well timed comedy will draw you in from the first sentence and keep you flipping the pages to the end, having you want to read more from this author.

The last chapter is a poignant tribute, honouring John’s dad, who one can easily see has the same intelligent sense of humour as his son. What a beautiful way to end this must-read book, taking it full circle to the person who was the author’s role model.

This is non-fiction at its best, written by an author who not only understands the rhythm of lyrical humour; he also has a charismatic appeal to his prose.

I highly recommend this book.

Purchase “The Barber’s Conundrum and Other Stories: Observations on Life from the Cheap Seats.”

For personally inscribed copies, John’s publishing site, Early Bird Publishing

 Amazon (print and e-book)

Barnes and Noble




Banana Bread


Using frozen bananas for baking:

  • Thaw the frozen bananas (peeled) in a strainer on top of a bowl. The strainer will catch the juices and have them drip in the bowl.
  • Once they are thawed, you can stir them into your banana bread recipe, you don’t even need a masher.


3 bananas, (thawed and mashed as per the above instructions)

1/2 cup brown sugar

1/2 cup white sugar

2 eggs, beaten

3 TBSP sour milk (Just add some white vinegar to your milk to sour it)

1/4 cup unsalted butter, melted

1 tsp. baking soda

1/8 tsp. salt

1 tsp. cinnamon

1/2 tsp. nutmeg

2 cups flour


Preheat oven to 375 F

Grease (or using a non-stick spray) loaf pan.

In a large bowl add: bananas, both sugars, eggs, sour milk, butter, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, nutmeg. Stir all these ingredients well.

Slowly mix in the flour to the bowl and mix it all together.

Bake for one hour, check by inserting a toothpick, like you would a cake to ensure it comes out clean. Depending on your oven, you may need a bit more baking time.

Remove from oven, turn it over on a cooling rack.



Interview with Kristen Ashley PLUS a Fabulous Giveaway

KRISTEN-APlease join me in welcoming Kristen Ashley.

I had a wonderful time, chatting with Kristen. She’s outgoing, gracious and someone we’d all love to hang out with for an evening, sharing a cosmo, glass of wine or a cup of coffee, done up with big hair, heels,  jeans and a kick-ass belt.

Kristen, welcome and congratulations on hitting the New York Times Best list with FIRE INSIDE.

Kristen: He’ya, girlie! Thank you for having me as a guest on your blog. Love to answer questions about my books and you have some good ones, Sistah!

Selena: You are most welcome, I’m as excited in having you here as I’m sure the readers are as well. First up: What three things would you like to put inside a time capsule that will be opened in 100 years and why?

Kristen: Oooo, fun question!

1. A copy of Rock Chick because for me that really started it all.
2. One of my Harley tees because everyone should know that Harleys have always been cool.
3. My keyboard, because by then people will wonder what it is but also because a number of the keys have had the letters worn off because I do so much typing and I think that’s hilarious.

Selena: I can only imagine how faded those keys on your keyboard are. Those are great items to put in a time capsule, and I bet the future readers will open the time capsule and say….“Hey, look the original Rock Chick!”

Have you ever met an MC member up close and personal and interviewed one for research purposes?

Kristen: Hmm… I don’t tend to interview so much as experience and observe and use both copiously. I went to Sturgis and we’ll just say I interacted with a lot of bikers there, but I didn’t have a recorder in my hand (more like a beer)!

That said, I’ve now got this obsession with firemen and was recently driving home at night. I drove by the local firehouse and all the boys were out front, shooting the breeze and I was this close to swinging in and telling them I wanted to write a series of romances about firemen and ask if they’d give me the skinny. Alas, I didn’t. But I should have!

Selena: You can always go back to the fire house with a box of donuts, and bring your recorder, because I bet they’d be all talking over each other to give you their own war stories. A Kristen Ashley firemen series….get out those hoses….for the readers that is, I’m sure the e-readers will be so heated up they’ll burst into flames.

What are the three essential wardrobe staples a woman must have in order to call herself a Rock Chick?

Kristen: I’d have to say none. Every girl is a Rock Chick, no matter what age or what they wear or what they do or how they are. So Rock Chicks have no rules. It’s all about being who you are, owning that, loving it, and showing that beauty to the world.

So the three essentials are what you think they are… and whatever those are, are totally essential.

As for me, it’s my silver jewelry, my vast collection of flip-flops and really good tees.

Selena: Love it! Books, jewelry and any footwear, sound good to me. I especially love the no rules part, because well….you know….writers tend to want to break them and always think outside the box, and as Dorothy Parker said, if you obey all the rules, you miss out on a lot of fun.

Two of my favorite characters are Tex from Rock Chick and Tack from Motorcycle Man. Are their looks or personalities based on anyone you have met?

Kristen: Tex, half-and-half. He’s totally made up looks-wise however he’s based on an amalgamation of two different people in my life. One, I don’t tell anyone about. The other is my old neighbor, named Tex , who would be familiar to you because he’s a Vietnam vet, he had a lot of cats and he sat on his porch watching the neighborhood with a shotgun and night vision goggles (I’m not kidding). A very good guy who, way back when I was just starting life on my own, made me feel safe.

Tack looks a little bit like a guy I met in Sturgis, I also used him (since he was extremely good-looking so I had to spread that joy around) for Wood in the Colorado Mountain Series. But they don’t have the same personalities. Tack is… Tack. There’s no one else like him.

Selena: I agree, the mold has been shattered when it comes to Tack. He’s one of a kind.

I absolutely love the way you developed the girlfriend relationship (the-chicks-are-the-shit-posse) in your series. Friends who are like sisters enhances a gal’s life, knowing they’ll always have your back and you have theirs, and of course it’s natural to bicker at times, tease and banter.

Do you have a posse like that you can just rant, rave, share copious amounts of alcohol with, dress up and just let loose? If so, how do you let loose on these occasions?

Kristen: Well, I did, in two countries! But now that I’ve moved back to The States, I’m posse-less, kind of. I have my family and that’s the ultimate posse. My other gals and dudes are all still there but we let loose via email now. Though, those relationships in my books are about what I have with those women (and guys) in real life. I miss them. And I hope to build a posse here, eventually because I have lots of shoes that need uses! As for what we would do, anything goes. It could be ice cream. It could be fancy dinners. It could be concerts. It could be shop-a-thons. It could be big hair, high heels and drinks. It could be hiking. Anything goes!

Selena: You are more than welcome to join my girl posse any time you come to Canada. We’ll take you out for some Canadian fun and introduce you to some hot RCMP officers who can really ride….a horse that is…and rock that uniform. Could be another series in it for you.

One staple that is common throughout your books, which I personally love to read, because, hey, people do cook and eat, is either the hero or heroine’s cooking expertise, or lack of, and what they enjoy eating.

In FIRE INSIDE, there is a recipe for a quick Key Lime Pie mentioned. I want to give this a try. Is this one of your own recipes? Is it as good as Hop said it was?

Kristen: My grandmother was not a cook and this was one of her recipes. I know that sounds weird, her not being a cook and this being one of her recipes. But seeing as this takes no time to make and has three ingredients, well… there you go! She made it all the time. So yes, this is, in essence, is a “family recipe” and it… is… awesome! You must try it! It’s sweet and tart and delicious. Now I’m hankering for it. But be sure you let the lime juice concentrate thaw, stir it in with a whole tub of Cool Whip, pile that deliciousness in a graham cracker crust and let it chill (and thus set) for a good while. Ooo, this is totally going to be in my fridge tomorrow.

Selena: It does sound good, and I am going to try it. Actually, I’m going to make it for the Tasty Tuesday blog and feature it. Thanks for the recipe. Now speaking of food, let’s have a quick fire round.

This is how it will work. I will name a character and you assign a recipe name for him.

For example: If I were to think of Daisy (another favorite character of mine) and a recipe name for her, I’d say: Bubble and Squeak. I mention Bubble and Squeak in honor of our mutual friend, Gitte Doherty who introduced me to your books. Gitte, the Danish Rock Chick resides in the UK so I picked this intriguing named recipe. It also makes me giggle when I say, bubble and squeak.

Kristen: Waving to Gitte, to all the Rock Chicks and a shout out to the Sassy Siren Rock Chicks

Selena: Here we go with the quick fire round:

Kristen: Okay, just so you know, I’m not good at this. So I’m just going to type the first thing that comes to mind in the food and drink zone.

Selena: First thing that pops up, is always the best way to go.

Kristen’s answers to the quick fire:

Tack – Dark chocolate (you with me?)

Hopper – Kahlua and cream (this is what I think his voice sounds like, creamy and chocolaty)

Shy – Maraschino cherries (don’t ask me! It just came to mind – I think he might find uses for these with Tabby, though, at least the juice!)

Tex – Vanilla latte!!!!!! (‘nuff said)

Lee – Fat Tire beer (and pizza, obviously)

Hawk – Frosting (any kind) (as in, tasting it on his lips, not Hawk eating it.)

Luke – Milano cookies

Vance – Quesadillas (what I think he and Jules eat every night for dinner because that’s the only thing either of them know how to cook. Ha!)

Marcus – Caviar

I hope that works! I’m terrible at that kind of thing.

Selena: You did great! Now when we eat or drink the above mentioned, we can think of all your too-hot-to-handle hero’s.

Kristen, on behalf of romance readers who have discovered the treasure trove of your books, I want to say, “You’re the shit. Rock on!” Also, thanking on behalf of all the husbands and boyfriends who are reaping the benefits after their women read your entertaining, and engaging creativity. I’m also sure you have a bevy of male readers, and would hope they find this blog and give us their opinion on the books and how much they enjoy your writing as well.

Kristen: Aw, girl! Thank you! Right back at ‘cha, sistah! I feel the same about my readers. Know it! And rock on.


FIRE INSIDE is book #2 in the Chaos Series. It takes place alongside OWN THE WIND the first book inthe series.

Contemporary Romance

ARC provided by publisher in exchange for an honest review.

Lanie Heron isn’t looking for love—she endured a near-death experience at the hands of her late fiancé, so she’s decided relationships are now taboo. However, she’s an alive, healthy, vibrant women who wouldn’t mind a night of hot lovin’.  Lanie propositions the bad-ass-hot-as-his-motorcycle biker, Hop Kincaid, for one night of non-committal wild sex.

Being a hot-blooded—emphasis on the hot—-man, Hop would be crazy to decline. However, in Hop’s point of view, we learn that he feels Lanie is too polished, and too classy for his tastes. Even with these misgivings, this doesn’t stop them from burning up the sheets one night.

From there, one night only turns into many carnal nights together. Lanie is happy with the physical aspect of their relationship, which she wants kept confidential, however Hop wants more, only he has to work hard to help her get rid of the demons that haunt her. He is optimistic that they could have a future together. He also realizes he’s in for a bumpy ride, because Lanie has built a concrete wall around her heart. Hop has made it his job to break through that wall with one kiss, one orgasm and one heartfelt sweet word at a time.

My Opinion of Fire Inside by Selena Robins

Thank you to Grand Central Publishing for the opportunity to read the ARC.

FIRE INSIDE is classic Kristen Ashley. You’ll laugh, you’ll fan yourself and you’ll love Hop. You will be surprised (in a real good way) at Hop’s back story and hidden talent—which has nothing to do with bedroom activity.

Do you have a rich dark chocolate bar stashed away, for the days that you want to savor its lush taste, as the flavors dance on your tongue and your endorphin’s are released, leaving you satisfied, until you need another hit some other day?

Kristen Ashley’s books are the equivalent to my personal stash of dark Godiva chocolate with the same results for my imagination and escapism at its best, with alpha hero’s that are in danger of melting my Kindle.

Romance novels that feature alpha hero’s, whose lifestyles and career choices reside in danger zones, add a fair share of suspense, with hold your breath thriller-type scenes. Mystery, suspense, gritty scenes, hard core villains and heart breaking pasts are all elements that the reader experiences in Kristen Ashley novels.

The main themes that are weaved throughout her novels are first and foremost: tough guys who will risk life and limb to protect their family, and the woman that has captured their heart and soul. Threaded through each book is compassion, all consuming love, protection, strong family commitment, close friendships—cosmo swigging female posse, who really are all the “shit” and back slapping, good natured ribbing of a band of bad ass brotherhood, that have each other’s backs.

It doesn’t matter if the hero belongs to a motorcycle club (like Hopper in FIRE INSIDE), or that he’s a commando with questionable business practices, a policeman, a night club owner with a questionable sideline business, or if the heroine is an interior decorator, business owner, a baker or sales mattresses.

Their careers are secondary to the main element that comes across in all Kristen Ashley books which are: love is not just a word it’s an active verb, support for family and friends, respect and loyalty. These traits come through loud and clear, especially under extreme conditions and they prevail throughout each of her books.

FIRE INSIDE embraces the above mentioned themes. While most of Kristen Ashley’s books contain villains and perilous situations, FIRE INSIDE focuses on Hop and Laine’s internal conflicts, emotional turmoil and this couple’s journey to building a family, accepting their past, coming to terms with their personal issues and struggling to make it all come together.

FIRE INSIDE features redemption along with the loyalty and other elements of the ongoing themes from the other series.

Kristen Ashley’s extreme alpha males are all brawn on the outside, however, their intelligence, wit and sweet side that the reader is fortunate to be made privy to, is guaranteed to melt the reader’s heart.

Hopper Kincaid is no exception. The Chaos MC member is dedicated to the club, his duties and above all he is committed to keeping his children loved, protected and cherished. During his time with Laine, he applies the same commitment and loyalty to her as well.

Often times the lines of communication are blurry and hurtful words and actions ensue, but like any other couple, Hop and Laine fight their way back to each other, sorting through all the angst and pain to find a common ground to help each other heal.

Hop and Laine’s relationship starts off with a lot of lust, no promises, no commitment, and protecting their own hearts. However, Hop is a complex character, with his own demons he’s had to battle, and his back story and the way he handled a major challenge and disappointment in his life, demonstrates that this man has integrity, a deep and honorable sense of responsibility and a strength and attraction that is not only due to just his gorgeous exterior, but to his unconditional love for his children, family, the brethren, friends and eventually to Laine.

Although Laine yearns for a family and love, she fights against it, because she has yet to face her demons. With Hop’s help she slowly releases the past, but not without a lot of angst, arguments and break-ups.

It is in their journey that the reader experiences how any two people can let go of the past, face challenges head on and put the pieces of their life and hearts back together again, even though it’s a bumpy, rocky road to happy ever after.

Readers will be pleasantly surprised to learn of one of Hop’s secret from his past. One that will have the reader smiling, cheering and visualizing it long after the book is finished.

I recommend you hop on—pun intended—to the back of Hopper’s motorcycle, wrap your arms around this bad ass, hot biker and get ready to immerse yourself in a hot and steamy ride, right from the first page to the last.

FIRE INSIDE will have you laughing at the witty dialogue we have all come to expect from a Kristen Ashley book—one of my favorite lines in the book, which had me laughing out loud:

Hop is telling Laine about Hawk (the hero in Mystery Man): “Hawk is a functioning lunatic.” 


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