Saturday, February 21, 2009

Introducing Robyn DeHart

This sort of feels like the first day of school when you get nervous about what to wear and whether or not people will like your new shoes. I'm new around here. Megan and Samantha graciously made room for me over there, it's a tight squeeze, but we managed. 

I'm not new to the romance world, I published 4 historical romances with Avon Books, but I am new to Grand Central. My first book with them, SEDUCE ME, comes out August 1st. I can't wait. This is a series I've wanted to do a while now and I couldn't be more excited about my Legend Hunters. 

So here's a little preview of what's coming to a bookstore near you this summer.

The men of Solomon's meet in secret, their very existence only a rumor among the best of Victorian society. They are treasure hunters, men of wealth and title, seekers of myths and legends. And no legend is as alluring as the tale of Pandora's Box...

Fielding Grey is a treasure seeker with a taste for danger and experienced women. His latest mission: wrest Pandora's fabled box from a notorious criminal mastermind. Not in the job description: save an innocent damsel in distress.

A bookish miss, Esme Worthington has favored dusty tomes over society balls, and thrilled tales over flirtations. But when two scoundrels break into her home, she is thrust into a real-life adventure. Pursued and suddenly possessing the forbidden box, Esme can't resist peeking inside. Under the spell of Pandora's seductive curse, she's soon offering herself to Fielding--body and soul. With her reluctant rescuer determined to resist her charms, can the two outwit an enemy who will stop at nothing to seize their precious prize?

Check my website for more information an upcoming excerpts and contest.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009


My name is Sarah McKerrigan, and I'm an avatar-holic.

I blame my kids. They showed me this neat feature on MySpace called BuddyPoke. You create your own character from various physical features, and you can change the hairstyle, clothing, facial expression, and even the activities you want to have your avatar doing. You can then "poke" other MySpace buddies who have the same application, giving them a hug, dancing with them, going to the movies together, etc.

Some people choose to make their avatars fantasy-based. You can be a zombie. You can have a pet dinosaur. You can fight with a sword.

Mine is reality-based. And here's the sad part. I change her clothes to match mine every day. I know it's silly. Even my kids think I'm nuts.

Why this fascination? Maybe I didn't get to play with enough paper dolls when I was little. Or maybe I'm still addicted to dress-up. Or maybe it was the Barbie doll incident...(cue flashback music)

My mom never let me have a Barbie, because she thought they were too sexist. My little brother, however, got to have a G.I. Joe. When he got tired of playing with it, we cut the bright orange hair off of a Troll doll and glued it on Joe's head, and my mom made an evening dress for our new G.I. Josephine. True story. So it's sexist to have a Barbie, but it's cool to have a cross-dressing G.I. Joe. O-kay...

Whatever the reason, I'm absolutely obsessed with my avatar.

On the other hand, maybe it's not so crazy. After all, it's just an artistic manifestation of the kind of detailed world-building and character-dressing that authors do through the written word, right? That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

Hmm...I wonder if I could use my BuddyPoke avatar for my author photo...

Sarah McKerrigan...
Stories to keep you up all night!

LADY DANGER - Riding to the rescue April 2006
CAPTIVE HEART - Coming for you October 2006
KNIGHT'S PRIZE - Stealing your heart April 2007
DANGER'S KISS - Flirting with trouble May 2008

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

I lost a friend: when a beloved blog jumps the shark.

I lost a friend and boy am I glad.


See, I never really met this friend. She was (is) a blogger. And I was addicted to her. I would check out her blog, oh, say, 257 times a day. She was smart, funny, fearless--everything I love in a friend.

In the beginning, I would step in and join the party with my witty, insightful comments.

But I stopped that pretty quickly, as I realized that while I liked my friend, I didn't like the folks she hung out with. Oh, they were nice enough at first. But soon, they became sycophants (definition of sycophants: toadies, suck-ups, yes-women...). If my friend didn't like a book, they flamed the book in the comments. Even if they hadn't read it. If my friend said, "the sky is green," well, then, that sky was green. They started all using the same phrases as her. It started getting, well, icky. Uncomfortable. It started getting very high-school.

But my friend was still funny and smart, so I hung around, quietly wondering if anyone else noticed that while the blog used to be pure, now it was getting awfully, well, commercial.

Is that the definition of a blog jumping the shark--when they sell ads? Can an honest reviewer sell ads or is that a conflict of interest? Are there any ethical, moral limits in book-reviewing blog-land?

Then, my friend joined forces with another group of bloggers, and these folks I just couldn't stand. It was like the cheerleaders joining with the, er, what other group is popular in high school? Gosh it's been a while...

...anyway, you know what I mean.

I just didn't get it. Did my friend really like these "new" girls? Did she really want to associate with them? Did I? How could this be about anything but power? (And by power, of course, I mean web-hits, and by web-hits, of course I mean ad sales.)

No way.

I was done. Out.

Like all those who find themselves suddenly friendless, I had lots of free time. I'd find myself staring at the computer screen, not knowing where to go.

So I'd write. Work on my manuscript. You know, get stuff done.

Sure, I felt lonely. How pathetic is that? But then I realized that like losing all friends who aren't really friends, losing these folks was a blessing. I realized how poisoned the environment had become on those blogs, yet how badly I still yearned to be part of it, even if I knew it was out of control and not good anymore.

Ever lose a "friend" like this? Was it good in the end? Bad? What's the definition of a blog "jumping the shark" for you? Do blogs jump the shark, or is there a better phrase for when good blogs go bad? Wanna be my new friend....?