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The Princes are coming!

The first book I completed after becoming a mommy was Bound, book  1 of The Princes. The series was quickly signed with Liquid Silver Books and released over the next year or two. Sadly, the works never sold very well. Disappointing? Yes. But I continued the series, churning out five works before finally ending the series with Needed, book 5.

I’m proud to say that The Princes are being repackaged and rereleased this winter, starting today with Bound. I’m excited to breathe new life into my personal favorites.

Nadia is a kick-ass soldier who is sent to abduct the prince of a neighboring kingdom.

Mathis is a prince who’ll do anything to keep peace in his kingdom.

Each installment of The Princes features a Noventian noble or close friend, and each work showcases a different part of Noventian life.

The series is a fantasy historical, mostly taking place in the fictional kingdom of Noventia, an idyllic capital threatened by rebellion. Forays into Isidor and Aronia take place, each kingdom as exciting as the last.

Check out Bound, on sale today, and prepare for an epic fantasy saga!

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Colons, and I’m not talking grammar

Howdy, ya’ll! We made it to another Friday, which means it’s my turn! Today, I’m talking seriousness…well, as serious as my silly self can get. Many of you may remember my recent bout with diverticulitis. A lifetime of unhealthy eating landed me getting that most unsavory of procedures, a colonoscopy, at the ripe age of 35. Good news is I’m hopefully in the clear. Bad news, I have to drink yucky Metamucil. (And I thought Fiber One cereal was bad enough. Shudder.)

So how did the cavity search go? Amazingly well. It all started Sunday afternoon, with me drinking what seemed like twenty gallons of liquid, which I can only compare to salt water. As I’m not fond of salt, it was quite nasty. I did as the doc asked, starved myself practically all day, drank the nasty stuff, and waited for the explosion. And waited…and waited…and waited some more. I won’t go into all the details, but needless to say I had a very mild afternoon. Not nearly what I imagined would happen. Thank goodness!

Monday morning, the hubby and I loaded into the car and drove 1 hour to the surgery center. At the suggestion of our own Becca Jameson, I decided to undergo the procedure sans sedation. The registration clerk looked at me like I’d grown two heads when I proudly stated I wanted no sedation. She threatened me with a greater risk of bleeding. I called shenanigans, smiled, nodded, and refused to sign the sedation paperwork.

Next up came the “holding” room. I got an IV in my wrist. I’m a very hard stick, so I’m glad it only took one attempt even though the wrist has got to be the absolute worst place ever for an IV. And this is coming from a gal who got put to sleep with a needle in her freaking thumb! I sat there, shivered, waited, shivered some more. The anesthesia doc came by to try to talk me into his services. I politely declined. He questioned my reasoning to refusing. My “I’ve got to go back to work after this” didn’t seem to do the trick. Finally I told him the real truth, “Dude, I just wanna see what my guts look like.” I was finally given the okay to proceed without the drugs. Meanwhile, my temp is hovering around the 94 degree mark as I rock my buttless gown.

Here comes the fun part. I go into the surgical room, totally not expecting that I’m fixing to be hooked to oxygen and heart machines. About freaked out for a second. The oxygen cannula thingies always make me feel claustrophobic and I was told to focus on my breathing, just like I was having a baby. Let me tell ya…if we were talking childbirth, this chick would’ve been screaming for whatever painkiller they had! I’m brave, but not stupid.

I’m told to lay on my side and then I’m draped with a few towels. The nurse tells me “Don’t worry. You’ll be covered.” I didn’t have the heart to tell her that the doc seeing my bare ass is the least of my worries. Once you’ve had three babies naturally, your sense of modesty goes right out the window. The first step is being pumped full of gas. I must admit, this was my favorite part. I became a human air balloon. You can literally feel your guts expanding. It tickles a little.

Next step, is the camera. As my glasses had been taken, I had to squint really hard to see the screen, but I caught a few glimpses of my guts. A polyp was found and just as I’m getting ready to panic, the doc tells me it looks fine. There’s some more plundering around my insides, nothing more than a flutter here and there, and a second polyp is found. Once again, it was proclaimed to look normal. Less than 10 minutes, and I’m being wheeled to recovery.  Immediately my husband is suspicious of my good humor. My response of “that was pretty dang cool” obviously isn’t the norm.

So what have I learned from all this? Umm…I suppose I should say I’ll eat more fiber and get healthier. But in reality, what I learned was the colon is a pretty dang interesting organ. In five years, when I go for my follow-up, I’m totally doing it all over again.

Proud to be an American

It started off like any other morning. I was asleep, having worked late the night before at the hospital. It was a little before nine a.m. when my mom came in to wake me up, claiming a plane had flown into the World Trade Center. Needless to say, I didn’t believe her. I got out of bed, sans glasses, and stood in front of our widescreen television, squinting at the screen. I got the surprise of my life as I stood with my nose pressed to television just as the second plane struck.

I was literally speechless. I remember gasping, running to get my glasses, and then camping out on the couch for the next couple of hours. I recall getting goose-bumps as figures leapt from the windows, desperately trying to survive despite the horrible fall. I remember covering my mouth in horror as first one, and then the second tower fell, the disbelief as the Pentagon was attacked, the sadness as another plane fell from the sky, this time striking no building.

As an American, I was frightened for what next. As a human being, I cried for the needless loss of life. It was years, over ten in fact, before I would even scroll the list of victims and their ages. The thought that children were onboard haunted me. The families that suffered because of a small group and their crazed beliefs pain me still.

But like we always do, we rallied. The sense of American pride grew stronger. For one day, we were united. It’s that sense of unity I adore about our country. When attacked, we show a brave front.

Now I’m not going to get political. Needless to say I’m the last person you want to quiz on current events. But as the anniversary of 9/11 approaches and our country is faced with a decision to make war, I appeal to the masses. Let us be Americans, first and foremost. No matter what comes, our country is worth fighting for. Despite who you voted for, despite your affiliations, we belong to one of the greatest nations in the world. Be proud of where we’ve been. Be proud of where we’re going.

And above all, be an American.

I Like Big Butts – Robin Danner

Big girls need love too. Right?

Unfortunately it’s not very apparent in the romances I read growing up. As a plump pre-teen, I was one of the lucky ones. I had good friends and was “smart”. So I escaped most of the teasing that chubby kids often endure. Apparently I’m also intimidating…which makes many think twice before crossing me. But in actuality, I just have a “Who cares what people think?” kind of attitude. It’s served me well my entire life. Not to say I’m a Witch with a B or anything, but I pretty much say what I mean and mean what I say. (I’m also stubborn, but we’ll save that for another day.)

Back to the topic at hand. When you’re a romance writer who is…shall we say…a frequent shopper at Lane Bryant, you start to notice glaring oversights in the romance genre. Thankfully in recent years, there has been a boom in the BBW market. Me personally, I don’t think you should write a plus-sized heroine just for the sake of writing a plus-sized heroine. The character should make sense. And PUH-LEEZE don’t give me that hogwash about a heroine being 250 lbs and having NO insecurities whatsoever. I’ll be quick to call bullshit on that one. No one wants to be the chunky gal when they grow up. So give me a heroine with real-life insecurities that rises above them. How many of us have dreamed of being rail-thin with long blonde hair and big boobs? In my case, two out of three ain’t bad. ; )

I also have a problem with “plump” heroines being phrased as curvy or size 12. Come on! In the world today, that’s normal. I want a gal with some meat on her. Go big or go home, I say! Pun not intended, I swear.

Now before you start saying I’m a cold-hearted person, let me just preface this by saying I’m a very plump gal who proudly shops Lane Bryant, squeezes into size 26 jeans, and possesses embarrassing cellulite on her thighs. Do I still wear a bathing suit in public? Hell yes, I do! Do I still have the wee moment of insecurity when I remove my cover-up? You betcha. But at the end of the day, I look in the mirror and I’m proud of what I see. Sure, I may be perilously close to three hundred pounds, but I’m well-proportioned. My hair may need to be trimmed, but it’s a pretty strawberry blonde. I may be blind as a bat, but at least I’ve got cute hazel eyes. My ass can rival J.Lo’s….wait, who am I kidding? NOBODY’s ass rivals J. Lo’s (but it’s pretty damned close.) The point of what I’m saying…who cares if you’re overweight? Love you for you and rest assured that a hero will too.

**In celebration of big gals, my latest heroine is a BBW. Look for her story in The Princes Needed, the thrilling conclusion to The Princes series, coming soon to Liquid Silver Books.**

The End of an Era…and a contest! ~ Robin Danner

I’ve reached the end of an era…creatively speaking that is. Last May, I began the journey into The Princes. The creation of Noventia and Aronia were my obsession all year. It began with two princes, one a scholarly peacemaker and the other a playboy determined to continue his kingom’s golden age. As I worked on each novel, the world grew until it became much more than a mere fantasy. A political structure, family trees, and court intrigue were all laid out in black and white.

Last week I submitted the fifth and final Princes book. Was I sad? Yes. It’s not easy letting go of the world I’ve been so wrapped up in for over a year. The Princes marked my triumphant (in my mind at least) return to writing. I slaved over endless revisions until the first two books were contracted. The third and fourth came much easier. The fifth practically wrote itself.

If you’re not familiar with my semi-historical fantasy series, allow me to enlighten you. Talin, the playboy prince, is set to marry his enemy’s daughter. Mathis, his brother, refuses to attend the nuptials. So off goes Nadia (Talin’s favorite soldier) to abduct Mathis. They fall in love along the way.

So what happens to Talin? Rowena, his betrothed, is abandoned by her treacherous father. Yep, you guessed it. They fall in love. Oh, and deal with a rebellion along the way.

Fast forward three years. Rowena’s younger sister, Sara, has always loved Hugh (Nadia’s nephew) who is now a knight. After fighting in the rebellion, he returns home to escort Sara to Aronia where she is to marry the duke. See a thread yet? They fall in love.

Months later, the duke encounters a female carriage robber. Wren is the sister of Wilhem, who lent a major hand in the culmination of the rebellion. To help the duke find his lost ring, Wren accompanies him to Aronia. I think you know what comes next.

So the fifth book you ask? What can possibly top all that loving and fighting? Wilhem, the mysterious ex-“rebel”, gets his own story. Charity, the duke’s sister, is the first plus-sized heroine in the series. So of course, she’s near and dear to my heart. (My hubby’s name is William, so I think you can deduct the inspiration for these two characters.) There’s no rebellion, no intrigue, but these two have to fight their own battles. I’m excited about The Princes Needed and it’s quite possibly my most romantic book to date.

If you haven’t visited the world of Noventia, you’re missing out. But I’ve got a secret. If you want to win the first two books in The Princes series, surf by www.facebook.com/robindannerauthor and share the post asking for 100 likes. Once we pass 100, everyone who has shared the post will automatically be entered into the drawing. And while you’re there, check out the storybook. I’m currently posting images detailing the world of Noventia. You don’t want to miss this!

Until next time, happy reading!!


And so it began…the origin of an author

The other day on Goodreads, Rosanna Leo posed the question “What’s the first thing you ever wrote?” Pretty good topic actually. I shared my answer on Goodreads, but I’m about to go a one step farther. Today I’m actually going to share the very first thing I can remember writing.

Way back in 3rd grade, a young bespectacled girl (that would be moi) won 1st place in a state writing competition. So if you’re curious how Christy Gissendaner (aka Robin Danner) got her start in writing, here’s visible evidence. I’ve included a pic so ya’ll can admire the penmanship and “artwork” I added to my masterpiece.


And if you enjoy Giggle’s story, be sure to check out my the adult-versions of my paranormals. Who knew such a sweet little girl would grow up to write such hot romances! Yes, I’ve typed the story as-it-was. So forgive the errors, but not too shabby for a 3rd grader, huh?

Happy Friday!







Giggle by Christy Gissendaner (circa 8 yrs old)

Once upon a time there was a ghost called Giggle. She was very lonely. She lived 100 miles from the closest town. One day she packed up her games, snacks, candles, pumpkins, treats, and candies. When she got to her new home it was 300 years old. The house had cobwebs in every corner. She slept peacefully for two days. When she woke up, it was a week until Halloween. She was still lonely so she planted a variety of pumpkin seeds. She watered them and kept a light on them. While she was asleep a witch put a spell on the pumpkin seeds.  The pumpkins, which had grown bodies, threw paint on her and locked Giggle up in a room. With paint on her, she couldn’t get out. Two days passed and Halloween came. Four mischievoius kids came along. Their names were Bob, Jan, Jill, and Bill. Bill went up to the bushes and a carved out jack-o-lantern on them. Then Jill and Jan gave a shriek, turned around and ran. Bill and Bob wondered why they ran away. Then Bill shrieked and ran away. When he did Bob yelled at him and called him a chicken. When the turned around the pumpkins stood in the doorway and said “Hellooo Bob.” They grabbed him and put him with Giggle. They didn’t feed him so he soon turned into a ghost. Giggle and Bob got married and had three ghostlings. Nobody ever knew what happened to Bob except the pumpkins. People found out about them but was afraid to ask. So they will never know.

Meet Robin’s Other Half: Take Two

A couple weeks ago, I’d intended to have my husband join us on the purple couch for his very first interview.  As it always seems to do, life happened and we got sidetracked. But now we’re back on track and finally got our sit-down together. Today I’m happy to share my husband with all of you. First off, I’d like to thank Mr. Danner…let’s call him William, shall we…for joining us today.

Ahem, William. (cough cough) Will you please turn off the television?

Without any further ado, here goes An Interview with a Romance Writer’s Husband.


Robin: First, tell us a bit about yourself. How did you meet Robin?  Was it “love at first sight”?

William: Uh…uh…

Robin: Come on!

William: I’m trying! Okay, I’m twenty-eight years old. I love to play video games. I’m a cabinet maker by trade. I’ve never “met” Robin.

Robin: rolling eyes

William: If you mean Christy, then the first time we met she was actually trying to hook me up with her friend. So I would say no to the love at first sight. It was like a month or so after before we started talking.

Robin: Ahem, four months.

Robin: As the husband to a smexy romance writer, do you ever experience jealousy of the fictional characters/scenes that your wife writes?

William: No, never. Thought doesn’t even cross my mind.

Robin: You played a major role in the brainstorming of Robin’s Princes series.  Was it exciting to help her brainstorm? Is it something you would do again?

William: Yes.

Robin: That’s it?

William: Well, it’s a yes or no question, correct?

Robin: In your own words, what do you think of Robin/Christy’s works?

William: I think it’s very cool, interesting, and incredible according to my standards of thought.

Robin: Some authors’ husbands like to keep their wife’s erotic romance on the DL. You’re not one of those apparently. Have you ever been teased for having a wife that writes vivid, detailed sex scenes?

William: No, not even close. My friends actually think it’s cool.

Robin: Getting a bit personal…have you ever acted out one of Robin/Christy’s sex scenes? Would you like to? ; )

William: I don’t know if I have because I’ve never read any of her books. She won’t let me! But I would do it if she would.

Robin: Rumor has it that you plan to accompany Robin/Christy to RT next year. Are you planning on being a “behind the scenes” guy, or are you going to participate in the activities?

William: I’m gonna tell you up front, behind the scenes.

Robin: And just because your wife asks this in every interview, boxers or briefs?

William: Both…boxer briefs. I’m “bi”. I go both ways.

Robin: Dear Lord. You do realize I’m quoting you, right?

Robin: Three boys. Ever want to try for a baby girl Danner?

William: When? I can’t have anymore.

Robin: Ten books in ten months. That must’ve taken a lot of your wife’s spare time. What do you do to help her relax after a long day of writing?

William: Not a damn thing. (maniacal laughter)

Robin: Thanks for agreeing to do this for me, babe. I wub you!

Until next time!


My love affair with Richard Gere

Before you get all excited, let me preface this by saying no, I haven’t had an actual love affair with Richard. Not for lack of hoping though!

It all started way back in the eighties. Imagine a young blonde girl, freckles, a bit chubby, round plastic glasses. (I was a sexy beast back then!) Now imagine said girl watching American Gigolo. To be honest, I don’t remember much about the plot, but I do know I LIVED for that scene where he’s hanging upside down by his ankles. Umm…hello? Wow! I couldn’t have been more than six or seven, but an obsession was born.

And then came An Officer and a Gentleman. I was old enough to actually pay attention to the story this time. It didn’t matter. All I saw was Richard, Richard, Richard. That teeny tiny glimpse of his bare ass at the beginning? Oh yeah, repeat. Repeat. Repeat. And rewinding on a beta or VCR is a bitch lemme tell ya! Thank heaven for DVR, greatest invention since sliced bread.

A few movies were interspersed now and again until we hit the mother lode. Sommersby. Sigh. For a lover of historicals and Richard Gere, this movie is the schiznick. If you haven’t seen this movie, stop reading now. *Spoiler Alert* Richard is Jack Sommersby, a crotchety Civil War vet who everyone (even his wife) thinks has died. He returns home, but there are tiny differences which make you realize Jack isn’t really Jack at all.

He and movie wife, Jodie Foster, do the nasty. They make a baby, grow some tobacco, free some slaves. Then you find out Jack isn’t Jack but some random bad boy from another town. After a drawn out trial, Horace aka Jack is sentenced to be hanged. Sniff. I haven’t made it through the movie without bawling ever…and I’ve seen it probably two dozen times. When Jodie screams “I’m here, Jack. I’m here” and he smiles at her before they put the bag over his head… Ohhh, I’ve got shivers just thinking about it. You can ask my momma if you don’t believe me. The waterworks are turned on before the noose even tightens.

There are a few honorable mentions (First Knight, Primal Fear) but the three I spoke about are the movies I can never get out of my head. Was it sad that a pre-teen fantasized about a guy nearly fifty years old? Probably. Did she rejoice when he and Cindy Crawford divorced? Yep, she did. And was Buddhism truly considered at some point? Hmm, yeah but not very seriously. And whoever started that gerbil rumor is the devil. Better hope we don’t meet in a dark alley. Grrrr….

To this day, Richard is still the guy I measure all other onscreen (and off) heroes to. That wavy dark hair. It’s gray now, but still sexy. That slightly too-large nose. Everything about him is uber-sexy, no matter how old he gets.  So I’m officially proclaiming May 3, 2013 as LLL’s Richard Gere Day.


The Future Mrs. Richard Gere (Yes, I went there.)

Girl’s Night Out

As a busy wife, mother, and writer there is nothing I like to hear more than three little words…Girl’s Night Out! Well, in this case, I’m actually getting a weekend out. Saturday I will be hitting Montgomery, AL with two of my gal pals for dinner and drinks. Sounds fun, right? Don’t be jealous. I deserve it. ; )

I bet you’re probably wondering what this has to do with my writing career. Let me fill you in. For the past couple weeks, I hit a standstill. I finished up book 2 of my Out of Bounds series (as Christy Gissendaner) and then had trouble figuring out what to work on next. I fiddled with book 5 of The Princes, but I haven’t gotten down and dirty with it quite yet. I’m hoping I’ll have a chance to bounce ideas off my pals this weekend. One of them is my beta reader, so she’ll be a good one to have around.

But not everything will be about work. I’m hoping to just relax and have a good time. Between my promotion at the day job, the hubby’s fledgling new business, t-ball for the boys, and just life in general, I’ve been strung out everywhere it seems. Even so, I’m anxious to get back to writing. I’ve got goals and I can’t very well reach them if I can’t decide what to write next. So stay tuned for what I decide!

In the meantime, I turn the attention to you. What makes a perfect girl’s night out? (Other than the fantabulous strippers of Lucky’s Charms, of course!)