Everyone Has 3 Loves…

I strongly believe that everyone has three loves in their lifetime. They don’t always happen in order, and sometimes they are a jumbled mess, but there are three distinct types of love we experience in our lives. They happen because we grow throughout our lives and become different versions of ourselves, better versions of ourselves as time goes on. These three loves…they can all happen with the same person if you’re with him/her long enough. But for most, it happens with three different people, because most importantly, you’re three different people at these different moments in time as you grow and change.

The First Love – Lust

This is the youngest love. You’re fresh and new and everything is exciting. You’re following your heart and body over your mind. It doesn’t matter that all the jagged edges don’t fit perfectly right, or that there are red flags you shouldn’t ignore. Love conquers all. Love will triumph over all those hardships and potential pitfalls.

Right? Wrong.

But that’s what you tell yourself for now as you fall in the deepest love you’ll ever feel. The heart-breaking-aching-deep-in-your-chest type of love that tears you open at the sight of each other kind of love. Everything is passion and lust and sex and desire and you’ve never felt so wanted, or wanted so much before in your life. This is what true love feels like. This is what soulmates feels like.

This is what infatuation feels like. This is what the high before the fall feels like. Because there will be a fall. There will be a fall so hard, so far that you will feel like your heart was shattered into a million pieces. Passion doesn’t just live in our happiness, but it lives in our grief, too.

You’ll walk away from this love sore and in pieces, holding yourself together with tiny pieces of tape and old slathers of glue, gasping for air because you’re drowning. And then you’ll meet the one who teaches you how to breathe…

The Second Love – Pain

Falling in love with your second love is like figuring out how to be whole again. That love will revive the broken pieces of yourself and remind you what it feels like to be loved, to love, to live, to laugh, to face the world everyday with a partner by your side. This love will teach you who you are. You’ll learn about yourself. You’ll grow as a person and find yourself in your partner’s eyes. They’ll lift you up and give you the freedom to become the person you were always meant to be. You’ll grow wings and fly…

and then they’ll clip them.

And you’ll come tumbling down to the ground. You’ll crash and burn. But you won’t give up. You’re in love. You’ll fight for that love. You’ll get up, dust yourself off, and soar through the skies again. But you’ll crash…again. And again. And again. It’ll be a cycle–love and pain. You’ll soon forget that love doesn’t require pain, too. The two will be so blended for you that you’ll expect them together like a dose of medication you never needed.

You’ll keep fighting. You’re in love. But they will break you down until there’s nothing left to fight for. You will have nothing left to give. There aren’t even broken pieces left to carry away–there’s just nothing. And you’ll walk away empty-handed and empty-hearted.

The Third Love – Forever

Then you’ll meet the third love and you’ll turn away from them because you have nothing to offer them. But they won’t care. They’ll want you for you, and they’ll see past the scars and the pain and the tangled mess the other loves left behind. They’ll see what you can’t and they’ll remind you what was once there and what can be there again. They’ll remind you who you are.

It’ll be so easy, so effortless, so full of peace that you won’t trust it. Your scars remind you that pain is always lurking around the corner, but this time it never comes. You wait for it, brace yourself for it’s impact, but all you feel is love and acceptance. It reminds you that you can stand on your own. It empowers you, gives you confidence, pushes you to do more, be more, want more.

And then you start to let those shields down.

Walls crumble. Defenses fade, and you’re left trusting that this is real. This is forever. This isn’t lust, it isn’t pain, it isn’t any love you’ve felt before. This is comfortable. It’s genuine. It’s pure and happy and real. This is what love should have been like all along, but you weren’t ready until now.

And here you are–ready. And here he is–ready.

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30 Things To Do When You’re Burned Out Before 30

In a little over 7 months, I’ll be turning 30 years old.

Ugh.

Honestly, the thought terrifies me. I’ve been avoiding it for almost three decades, but here we are. Funny how time works. But here’s the rub, I’ve burned the fuck out. You might ask yourself–what problems could a 29-year-old really have? I mean, really. Life is pretty easy.

Wrong.

Dude. I’m in graduate school full-time. I work two part-time jobs. I write 3-4 novels a year (have you ever tried writing one?!). Not to mention I have to find the time to market and promote those books, plus all the administrative work that comes with being an author. I freelance write on the side doing articles, ghostwriting projects, and more. I have five fucking pets–yeah, yeah, I know that one is my fault, but damn, it’s a lot of work. I just went through a divorce. I just started a new relationship (that’s a positive, but it does eat up time in my day). I am attempting to keep a social life alive. I go to church and Bible study weekly.

Basically, I’m saying life isn’t champagne and spa days.

Ya girl is busy.

And, truthfully, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love my life and I love what I do. It’s wonderful and I’m so happy in my life and with the people in it. But the facts are that I’m burned out. I need to rejuvenate. I need to reenergize and I need to do things I can look back on and say–hell, yeah.

Hence, a “30 Things To Do Before 30” list!

Before you start, yes I know I’m not going to die at 30 years old and can still have fun after I hit dirty thirty. However, I’m starting to settle down. I’ve found a wonderful man and I’m thinking of having a family one day. There are things I won’t do in the future and now is the time to do it. Plus, you only live once and I never want to say I wasted my youth.

Soooo, without further ado, here’s my list so far (subject to editing):

30 Things to Do Before 30

1) Do indoor skydiving because outdoor skydiving is for psychopaths with death wishes

2) Swim with dolphins and pet them on their cute little noses

3) Have sex in public and do other weird sex shit you can’t put on the Internet because your mother will read this

4) Take a cooking class just for fun, but mostly drink all the wine

5) Add another $5k to my investment accounts

6) Take a road-trip down the east coast and take a picture in each state with my dog

7) Get a new tattoo that has something to do with books

8) Start a romance book club locally for mostly drinking wine

9) Run a 5k officially or just tell people that you did

10) Pay someone else’s debt

11) Gamble at MGM Casino in National Harbor and win

12) Get headshots done for a new author photo

13) Go to Chincoteague Island and see the horses

14) Re-decorate bedroom and/or living room professionally

15) Do something to make someone feel special

16) Go on a museum day tour around Washington, D.C.–hello, Spy Museum, here I come!

17) Go skinny dipping in the middle of the night in someone else’s pool

18) Be someone different for a night

19) Go to the zoo and/or aquarium in another state

20) Have a picnic on Theodore Roosevelt Island with the dogs in the middle of the summer

21) Go line dancing at a country bar

22) Join a cornhole league

23) Kiss in the pouring rain just like in the movies

24) Splurge on something expensive for myself just because

25) Take a fancy trip somewhere and go to a fancy dinner

26) Invest in better friendships with people who matter

27) Start a new relationship

28) Sign a new book deal

29) Write a new book

30) Reconnect with the Greek side of my family

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When They Told Me No

I published Nudes on May 22, 2017. 

I wrote it the previous fall in two weeks. It literally poured out of me. That book has been, to this day, one of my favorites to write. But at the time, when I started talking about it online and teasing the release…I was told no. 

An author called me up on my cell phone and told me not to publish it. 

Yes, a fellow author. A peer. A colleague who knows the ropes and how difficult it is to pour your heart onto the page. 

She told me not to publish the book. She told me there would be backlash. It was too taboo. It was too blurring of the lines with consent (or so she assumed). Hint: It’s not. She saw a teaser online. She made an assumption about what the book was about. She decided to play God and deemed that my book should not be published. She called me and told me not to publish it. 

Honestly, I didn’t react well. I was horrified and angry and hurt and I recoiled like a puppy who’d been kicked by someone who’d just been petting her only minutes ago. I showed my teeth and bit and snarled and demanded she keep her opinions to herself. 

No one was going to tell me what I could and couldn’t write. 

Almost two years later, that book is my best selling novel of all that I’ve written with tens of thousands of copies sold. It’s sold in other languages, in print, in audio, and into a video game. That book put me on the map and bared my soul to the world and not publishing it would have been the biggest mistake for my career and for myself. 

Publishing is a complicated industry. Everyone will have an opinion. Everyone will tell you what to do and when you’re wrong. You can only listen to your gut. That’s the only thing that will guide you to really make the right choices for yourself and your career. 

You’re going to make mistakes. You’re going to fuck up. You’re going to miss opportunities you wish you’d taken. You’re going to ruin chances you wish you could redo. That’s all part of the process. But in the end, it’s your process. 

No one else can take this journey for you. 

So listen to your gut. Publish that book. 

And when they tell you no, show your teeth. 

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New Release: Tainted Bodies is a Video Game!

Tainted Bodies, the first book in the Photographer Trilogy, is live on Chapters Interactive as a video game now! Go download the app now to play the game for yourself!

In fact, I sold the rights of 6 of my books to be turned into video games (interactive stories). đź™Ś I certainly didn’t see that one coming when I first started writing. You can expect to see the entire Photographer Trilogy on the site, as well as the entire Exposed Trilogy! There’s a brand new “Video Games” tab on my website where you can keep up with the latest releases in this genre.

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Hi, I’m Bi!

I want to tell you a love story.

When I was in college, I was head over heels for a women named Amber. She was everything I’d ever wanted in a partner–beautiful, breathtaking, patient, kind, intelligent. I was so sure that she was my soulmate and when she left me, she took a piece of my heart with her that I’ll never get back. But this isn’t about Amber, or how fucking beautiful she was.

After she left me I met my husband and I learned what it meant to love a man, too. And men are wonderful…fuck, they are so wonderful. I loved him more than I ever loved any man. He was my everything for so many years, until he wasn’t. But that’s a story for another day. The point is…

I’m bisexual. I came out to my reader group (Robinson’s Ramblings (Sarah Robinson’s Reader Group)) for the first time a few days ago and it was a life changing experience. I’d been telling them my dating stories for over a year and I’d been lying about the gender of half my stories. I kept changing “she” to “he” for fear that they wouldn’t accept me for who I am…for fear that someone who writes straight romance novels can’t love women in my free time.

The outpouring of support was overwhelming. My reader group embraced me with love and kindness, and that’s a love story all in itself. And, yes, it was fucking terrifying. I was petrified that I would lose readers because, after all, losing readers doesn’t just mean losing fans. It means losing groceries, the ability to pay rent, a home for myself and my dogs…it’s my entire fucking life.

Let me say that again, I’m risking my entire fucking life just to be honest about the fact that I like dating women.

Is that stupid? It sounds fucking stupid. More than one person told me to keep it to myself and shut the fuck up. In fact, more than a dozen people told me that.

The thing is…telling my reader group about who I am inspired me. I caught the bug. I want to tell the world now. I now know what it feels like to be open and live openly…and it’s fucking amazing. I never felt that before. It’s enlightening. It’s beautiful. It’s everything I hoped it would be. Living truthfully? Living my life out loud? Holy shit, it’s intoxicating. I just want to scream who I am from the rooftops. Is this what “regular” people feel like all the time?

But that’s the thing…I really didn’t. I came out in a small group of 1,600 people. Which is not the world. It’s not even close to the world. It’s certainly not my family. My family didn’t know. They were in the dark as much as the rest of the six billion people on the planet. So…had I really done anything at all?

I tip toed out of the closet and thought that meant something…but did it?

Sure, but was it enough? It didn’t feel like enough. It feels like I got a taste of air and now I’m suffocating, begging for more. Drowning and can’t breathe. I need to know there’s more. I need…more.

So…I told my family. I called my bio mom, my mom, my father, my aunts, my sister, my Bible study leader. I told them all. I told everyone who really mattered. My parents all told me that they still loved me and wouldn’t leave me, but that they didn’t support who I was and my deviant lifestyle because of their Christian faith. It stung and hurt, but they still loved me and, really, that’s all I wanted. So, I’m happy and relieved, and thankful that they still love me and know who I am now.

And now I’m going to be honest with you. With my readers. I’m going to tell the world.

And it fucking terrifies me.

*takes deep breath*

I’m a bisexual woman. And that love story I was talking about at the beginning of this?

It’s to me. I fucking love me and I know that by telling the world who I am, I very much could be throwing away my career. I may not be able to pay for groceries tomorrow. I may get hate mail and be told I’m a deviant and disgusting. But, I’m doing this for me.

I love me.

And I fucking love women…and men.

Hey, I’m bisexual, and that’s just fine with me.

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2019: The Year of “What’s Next?”

Every new year, I come up with a phrase to guide me through the year. I’ve been doing it for almost a decade now and, honestly, it really has helped me so much. I definitely recommend it for everyone. In 2017, my phrase was “Me First” as I was deciding whether or not to get divorced and go out on my own for the first time in seven years. I was deciding whether or not to demand more for myself–demand respect, kindness, love. In 2018, my phrase was “It’s Okay” because I was now dealing with the aftermath of the divorce and all the grief that entailed. I was making mistakes all over the place and creating disasters in my life, but I wanted to remind myself to be kind to me because that’s okay. It’s okay to grieve and mess up and hit rock bottom.

Last year, I spent almost six months not writing a single word. I couldn’t sell a book contract to save my life. I had a string of meaningless one-night stands that made me feel cheap and worthless. I was still struggling with grieving and getting over my divorce, unable to really cut things off cold turkey with my ex-husband. I had a large group of friends that were full of drama and fake friends who didn’t really care about me for me and who ditched me the moment times got tough. I let people disrespect me and use me because I didn’t value me.

In 2019, my phrase is “What’s Next?”

Because I’ve hit rock bottom and I’m ready to start climbing. Something has snapped inside of me, and I’m just done. I’m done with crying. I’m done with wallowing. I’m done with wondering why this happened to me or why I had to go through the things I went through. Even more than that, I’m done with accepting less than I deserve because I’m lonely and sad. I’m done with dating men who don’t deserve me just because they gave me attention. I’m done with trusting friends who stab me in the back the moment I turn around. I’m done with giving my heart away to people who don’t value me for who I truly am.

Now, I’m currently writing a new book series that makes my heart soar with happiness. I have exciting new book contracts and news that I can’t wait to be able to announce. I am dating a ridiculously handsome man I love and adore who has been there for me for over a decade. I have a tight knit group of a few friends that I talk to every day and know I can always depend on. I have parents that love me and I talk to daily. I have a home I love and that makes me so happy to walk into every day. I have a job that makes me feel important and like I’m making a difference every day.

So, I’m focusing on what’s next. I’m focusing on what I want out of life, who is truly there for me, and where I’m going next. I’m focusing on my writing career, my counseling career, and making the most out of life. I’m focusing on new memories and experiencing new opportunities.

Because you know what’s next for me?

Happiness.

What’s next for you?

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Rape, Romance, and New Year’s Eve

Earlier this week, I woke up to find myself completely naked in bed and spooning a quesadilla. Yeah, like the cheese-filled, delicious kind. I had zero memory of the night before, why I hadn’t made it entirely through changing into pajamas, or why I’d gone to bed with a plate full of quesadillas. What I did have, however, was a pre-made breakfast. Sorry, I digress. 

My point is that I wish I could say this was the first time or a very unusual circumstance. But it’s not. I looked back and I realized that as we’ve begun to approach the end of the year, my partying and going out has really increased. Now, I’ve never had a drinking problem before, and I don’t think I have one now–but I do think I’m using drinking and partying as a coping mechanism for avoiding what’s really bothering me. 

New Year’s Eve. 

This time of year is always so incredibly hard for me because in 2010 I was raped on New Year’s Eve by someone that I’d thought was a close friend (You can read the blogs on it here and here and here). I said “no” and “please, don’t” and “stop” and none of it mattered because it didn’t stop. I froze and I waited for it to be over. Then it was, and I walked back to my car completely sober that night, blood dripping down my legs and tears streaming down my face and went home to tend to myself. I spent the next day fielding phone calls/text messages from my rapist begging me to keep my mouth shut. When I opened up to my boyfriend at the time about what happened, he dumped me for “cheating” on him. I closed off every part of myself that night and locked up any bit of trust I had in the world, and love and respect I had for my own body. It had betrayed me as much as my friend had. 

I’ve spent every NYE since then either working or with my husband at home. This is my first year since the divorce. I’m not working. I don’t have a husband. I’m going to be entirely alone on the worst night of the year for me for the first time since it happened. 

And honestly, I can’t fucking handle it. 

So, I’ve been drinking and distracting my anxiety away. With every coming day that we get closer and closer to NYE, I fill my time with friends and people and whatever else can help me forget that the dreaded day is looming over me. But as I was writing my latest romance novel this week, some memories came back to me and I had a realization–why do I treat the heroines in my novels better than I treat myself?

My heroines don’t settle for men that are less than their perfect match. They don’t get ghosted by fuck boys. They don’t let toxic friendships into their lives who try to tear down their self-esteem with their own selfishness. They don’t let past traumas overtake their lives and drive them to make terrible choices. My heroines are strong, fierce, and they know what they want and go for it–in life and in bed. 

And, honestly, that’s why so many sexual assault and rape survivors read romance. Seems strange, right? Sex should be ruined for us, right? The very act should disgust us and make us fearful, triggering memories of the worst moments of our lives. But in actuality, reading (and, for me, writing) romance is one of the healthiest things for a survivor of sexual violence or abuse. 

Between the pages of a book, we get the chance to explore our fantasies in a safe way where no predator is lurking to hurt us. We get the chance to sexualize ourselves again, remind ourselves that we are sexual beings–feel like the woman we always wanted to be. Unmarred. Desired. Worthy. We get to turn back on those parts of ourselves that someone else shut down, that someone else stole. We get to take it back–reignite the flames of a fire that once burned so badly we never thought we could handle the heat again. 

But we can–on our terms. It’s our body. It’s my body. It’s my book. 

Romance is a powerful weapon for survivors and I’ve heard countless feedback from readers of my own books that they’ve been positively effected by the messages I’ve written. I am frequently approached with stories of abuse and pain, women pouring their hearts out after my book shook something loose inside of them that they’d been holding on to so tight for so long. That’s what romance can do–hell, that’s what reading can do. If it’s ever done that for you, tell me about it in the comments. I’d love to know how others have been effected in the way I have by reading a romance novel.

But this isn’t just a pro-romance novels speech. Even though I think everyone could benefit from reading romance novels and they’re the best fucking thing to happen to the literary world. No, this is a pro-Sarah speech. As I get closer to New Year’s Eve, I’m going to have to decide what I’m going to do. Who am I going to spend it with? Should I go out for the first time in years? Should I stay home alone–can I even handle that? I don’t have any answers. All I know is that I feel like things are falling apart around me and I can’t seem to hold it all together. 

So, here’s what we do. We take the next step. That’s it. Just one step. And then the next. And then the next. And we keep going until we’re so far past where we ever thought we’d be.

I’m working on making better choices in my personal life as we approach NYE. I’m spending more time with healthier people. I’m seeing a counselor. I’m opening up about my life to positive people who fill me up rather than tear me down. I’m writing more, and I’m living more. Am I going to be perfect? Am I going to have this NYE shit figured out when the clock strikes 12? No. I’ll probably be crying. But, that’s okay.

In 2018, the phrase of the year was “It’s okay.” And it’s okay that I fucked up a lot this year and I’ve made a giant mess of things. I’m hurting and lashing out and not behaving in ways that align with my value system. I’m reeling from a divorce that shook me to my core, and I’m trying to put back the pieces of my life and figure out who I am entirely on my own for the first time in six years. But, it’s okay. I needed this year. I needed the time to unravel. I needed to fall apart before I could start to patch everything back together to figure out what the picture looks like now–who I am now. 

So, for 2019, the phrase is “next step.” Because that’s all I’m going to focus on. The big picture is too scary and the future is so entirely unknown that I can hardly breathe, but I can decide the next step. At least, one. I’ve got that. For example, tomorrow? I’m not going to wake up naked and spooning a quesadilla. 

No promises on tacos, though. 

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NEW RELEASE: Sheer: A Hollywood Romance

Now Live!

The long-awaited conclusion to the series that brought you NUDES (“passionate, emotional, and uplifting!” – #1 NY Times bestseller Lauren Blakely) and BARE (“Heartfelt and sexy!” – USA Today bestseller Kate Meader), a young singer with stars in her eyes falls for a composer whose sordid background might strip them bare.

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The long-awaited conclusion to the series that brought you NUDES (“passionate, emotional, and uplifting!” – #1 NY Times Bestseller Lauren Blakely) and BARE (“heartfelt and sexy!” – USA Today Bestselling Author Kate Meader), a young singer with stars in her eyes falls for a composer whose sordid background might strip them bare.

Grant Mercer is on the run from his secrets…

This was supposed to be an easy assignment—travel halfway across the globe and compose the musical score for an upcoming Hollywood movie by one of the biggest production companies in Los Angeles. One and done like dozens of times before. I wasn’t supposed to have my entire life crumble around me the moment my plane took off. I wasn’t supposed to meet her.

Intriguing and covered in ink, Simone enters my life like a storm, leaving only heartbreak in her wake. I should keep my distance. Hell, she should keep hers. Instead, we did the exact opposite.

Simone Reynolds is mending a broken heart…

Just months after finaling in one of television’s most watched singing competitions, I should be riding the high of my life. I should be celebrating starring in a musical film predicted to rock the box office. It’s hard to bask in my success when my family is suffering a loss we never saw coming. And then there’s Grant—brooding and rugged and an absolute pain in my ass as he messes with my movie.

He’s as broken as I am, but the perfect harmony is only a leap of faith away.


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Start at the Beginning…

Catch up on this Hollywood series by reading the first two books in the series, NUDES and BARE!

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COVER REVEAL: Sheer: A Hollywood Romance

Coming Sept 4th, 2018!

The long-awaited conclusion to the series that brought you NUDES (“passionate, emotional, and uplifting!” – #1 NY Times bestseller Lauren Blakely) and BARE (“Heartfelt and sexy!” – USA Today bestseller Kate Meader), a young singer with stars in her eyes falls for a composer whose sordid background might strip them bare.

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Add Sheer to your to-be-read shelf on Goodreads here!


The long-awaited conclusion to the series that brought you NUDES (“passionate, emotional, and uplifting!” – #1 NY Times Bestseller Lauren Blakely) and BARE (“heartfelt and sexy!” – USA Today Bestselling Author Kate Meader), a young singer with stars in her eyes falls for a composer whose sordid background might strip them bare.

Grant Mercer is on the run from his secrets…

This was supposed to be an easy assignment—travel halfway across the globe and compose the musical score for an upcoming Hollywood movie by one of the biggest production companies in Los Angeles. One and done like dozens of times before. I wasn’t supposed to have my entire life crumble around me the moment my plane took off. I wasn’t supposed to meet her.

Intriguing and covered in ink, Simone enters my life like a storm, leaving only heartbreak in her wake. I should keep my distance. Hell, she should keep hers. Instead, we did the exact opposite.

Simone Reynolds is mending a broken heart…

Just months after finaling in one of television’s most watched singing competitions, I should be riding the high of my life. I should be celebrating starring in a musical film predicted to rock the box office. It’s hard to bask in my success when my family is suffering a loss we never saw coming. And then there’s Grant—brooding and rugged and an absolute pain in my ass as he messes with my movie.

He’s as broken as I am, but the perfect harmony is only a leap of faith away.


While You Wait…

Catch up on this Hollywood series by reading the first two books in the series, NUDES and BARE!

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I’ve Got (Bad, Good, and GREAT) News!!

Hey Readers!

I’ve been itching to give you guys this news for a while, and now that I’ve been given the go-ahead, it’s time to shout it from the rooftops!! Oh, and it’s not just a little good news…I’ve got GREAT news, too! But, first, I’ll need to do a little housekeeping and tell you guys some not so great info, but hang in there with me!

The Blah: *Erases Calendar & Release Date*

Due to a lot of things happening in my personal life that have really thrown me for a loop, my 2018 signing calendar has had to take a dramatic turn. I can no longer do any long-distance events next year, so I’ve had to cancel my appearances at Talk Books in Boston in April, Naughty Sirens Weekend in Norfolk in July, and Rebels n Readers in West Virginia in November. I mentioned this before on my Facebook, but just wanted to send the reminder here as well.

Never fear, however, because I will still Royal Book Bash in June, and Indies Invade Philly in September. See the details and tickets on my event calendar here (or click the events tab!). I can’t wait to see you there!

In other new shitty news, I’m pushing back the release date for BARE as well. Originally scheduled for the end of February, it’s now more going live on May 8th, 2018. With everything going on, I needed more time to give you all the book that you deserve, plus, I had to coordinate with publishers (more on that in a minute) to get a date everyone agreed on. All preorders (exclusively through iBooks here) are still being honored and will arrive on release date as normal.

I absolutely hate to disappoint readers, so please accept my deepest apologies. If you’ve been following me on Facebook, you know that I’m getting divorced and just moved and it’s just a lot happening at once that I’m not ready for (I talk a little bit about it in my blog). Please keep me in your prayers–I’ll need them!

The Good: Listen Up!

Okay, so now that we’ve gotten all the shitty news out of the way, it’s time for some exciting news!! Are you ready?

Drumroll, please.

I just finished signing an audiobook contract with Audible for Nudes, Bare, AND Sheer! Yes, you heard me!! The entire Nudes series will be brought to audio! (Yes, I already posted this on Facebook, but I promise all the news after this is truly new news haha.)

It’ll be available everywhere audiobooks are sold, and the first book, Nudes, is already in production now and set to release March 27th (you can preorder the audiobook here! Or here!)!

The next two audiobooks will be released hopefully the same day as the digital/print books are released (Bare-May 8th, Sheer-Sept 4), but I’m not entirely sure. You’ll need to subscribe to my newsletter to get all the details about when those will be going live!

Now it’s time for the GREAT! Did you seriously think that was the only good news I had for you? Oh, no. I’ve got so much more. Ready?

The Great: Bonjour! 

Envoie moi des photos nues…Nudes is coming to France, ya’ll! Yes, you heard me! I officially signed my very first ever, ever, ever foreign translation contract! This is a huge check on my author bucket list!

Juno Publishing will be translating and releasing Nudes in French! This will be a digital download, and I’m not entirely sure when it’ll be live, but my guess is sometime in 2018.

Stay tuned for my newsletter, because when I know more, I’ll let my subscribers know asap!

Ahhhh, how good was all that news?! Worth it, right? Oh, wait. Did you think that was it? Nope! I’ve got EVEN MORE!

The Greatest: Hold Me!

Not only is Nudes going to be in French, and an audiobook…it’s also going to be in stores. What! Let me explain! I’ve signed the print rights for Nudes, Bare, and Sheer to Ever After Romance/Diversion! They will be putting the paperbacks of these books into actual book stores…like on the shelf of your local Barnes & Noble!

I’m so thrilled, since up to this point, I’ve only been a digital author or had print-on-demand through Amazon’s Createspace. And, don’t worry, you’ll still be able to order print copies of this series online, but now it’ll also start showing up in book stores around the country!

You might need to ask your local book store to carry it and order copies, since as a new name to the shelves, it’ll probably be a slow burn. But, I’m so excited and this is such a milestone and adventure for me. I’ll be letting my newsletter know when they go live, and as soon as they do, I hope you’ll go visit them at your local book stores!

 

Okay, I’ve held your attention long enough! Time to sign off now! Thanks for reading all of this and celebrating with me!

I’ll probably be doing a giveaway over in my Facebook group to celebrate on Sunday, so pop on over there (Join here: facebook.com/groups/robinsonsramblings/)! This group is my absolute love, and they get all the private scoops about my personal life and share theirs. We’re a little tribe, and I love it! Come join us if you’re a fun, non-drama llama bookworm!

Love you all!
Sarah


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