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About Robyn Peterman
NYT and USA Today best selling author, Robyn Peterman writes because the people inside her head won’t leave her alone until she gives them life on paper. She writes snarky, sexy, funny paranormal and snarky, sexy, funny contemporaries.
Her addictions include laughing really hard with friends, shoes (the expensive kind), Target, Coke with extra ice in a Yeti cup, bejeweled reading glasses, her kids, her super-hot hubby and collecting stray animals.
A former professional actress, with Broadway, film and T.V. credits, she now lives in the south with her family and too many animals to count. Writing gives her peace and makes her whole, plus having a job where she can work in her sweatpants works really well for her.
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Blog postDash is BAAAACCCKKKKK and he’s giving away SIX of my books… FOR MY BIRTHDAY!!!
~Switching Hour ~Witch Glitch ~A Witch In Time ~Magically Delicious ~A Tale of Two Witches AND ~Three’s A Charm!!!!!
Yesssssssssssssssss!
Yep, I will be fifty-blah-flonk-blah-blah this month and I want to give a lucky reader a super cool present! In honor of my Birthday and since Dash is such a generous if not slightly insane motherhumper, we are giving awa4 years ago Read more -
Blog postDash is BAAAACCCKKKKK and he’s giving away another one of my books! LOL
In honor of Mother’s Day and since Dash is such a rowdy mother humper… we are giving away signed paperback copies of FASHIONABLY FANGED—a book with a bite and all kinds of smexy! There will be three lucky winners!!!
I will sign it and Dash insists he will sign it too whether you want him to or not. He’s good like that.
I’m terrified of what Dash will give me for Mother’s Day, but it’s the thought t4 years ago Read more -
Blog postDash and I are back. He recently had two wisdom teeth pulled and decided to celebrate by giving away more of my books. He also spent the entire car ride home after the procedure speaking in English and Gibberish about pico de gallo—for real. Thankfully he remembers none of it, and thankfully I do. LOL
This month Dash picked READY TO WERE and SOME WERE IN TIME. And just because the pain meds kicked in, he threw in the MP3 audio of READY TO WERE too!!!!!
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Blog postThis is Dash. An all around athlete who reads the shit out of books—my books.
I’m married to Dash.
Dash is going to give away some of my books.
This month he has picked First in Series! One lucky winner will get autographed paperbacks of FASHIONABLY DEAD, READY TO WERE and SWITCHING HOUR.
Dash says it’s only fair that since he’s helping me, he gets to sign them too. He’s not sure yet if he’s going to use a crayon or lipstick.
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Blog postToday I have the insanely awesome pleasure of diving into the brain to one of my besties, author Donna McDonald!! She is my partner in crime, critique partner and one hell of an author! Soooooooo, I have cornered her today to talk about her latest book, HOW TO TRAIN A DRAGON. It’s book 2 in […]
The post Getting’ Down and Dirty with my Pookiewawatutuhoopie, Donna McDonald!!!!! first appeared on RobynPeterman.6 years ago Read more -
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It wasn’t love at first sight. It wasn’t even like at first sight. She sat in my pantry and metaphorically flipped me off every time I glanced her way. Mind you, I might have lifted the birdie finger first but does that really matter?
No. I say no.
She snickered at me as I slaved away and made meals for my family that took hours. I heard her snarky laughter so I turned her on her head and put her next to the heinous duck tea kettle that I kept meaning to give aw6 years ago Read more -
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“What are you doing?” my Hot Hubby asked.
“I’m pulling my underwear out of my ass,” I replied with an eye roll.
“Um…isn’t that a bit counterproductive?” he asked in the same tone he uses when he asks me if I’m having my period due to my throwing of objects.
“What exactly are you implying?” I shot back with narrowed eyes as he carefully made his way to the door of my office.
“I’m just saying I saw you put on a thong this morning. Is7 years ago Read more -
Blog postCRAPLOADS TO BE THANKFUL FOR (and a surprise chapter for you!!!)
November is a month to be thankful and I am thankful for soooooooo many things. I am thankful for my family. I have wonderful parents and brothers. I have cool sister in laws and nieces and nephews. I have a husband that I adore and kids that I’d step in front of a train for. I have more animals than you could shake a stick at and I have room in my heart (if not my house) for more. I am a very lucky girl. I am8 years ago Read more -
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Blog postSHOULD I BE A TELETUBBY?Hmmmmm… I have debated with myself for days—mostly in private, but I did realize I was babbling to myself at the grocery the other day. It was Wednesday—Senior Citizens Day. I was slightly less self-conscious when I realized most of the people in the store were all mumbling to themselves. I […]
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Blog postWHY DO YOU WRITE ROMANCE AND HOW IN THE HELL DID YOU GET STARTED??… Well, the first part of the question is easy. It’s what I love to read and I’m a sucker and a half for happily ever afters. I write snarky, sexy paranormal comedies and snarky, sexy contemporary comedies. The rest of the answer goes like this… The crazy, mixed-up tale of how my first book came to be – also known as, WTF? ?I’m getting published. I’ve been asked how I got published. The answer is simple…I lied8 years ago Read more
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Titles By Robyn Peterman
Em dic Jonathan i sóc superdotat. A Albert Einstein només l’entenien una dotzena de persones a tot el món. A mi no m’entén ningú. O sigui, que dec tenir un cervell súper bestial. A més de tenir aquest súper cervell, sóc una persona que cau bé a la gent. Sóc molt estimat entre les persones que tenen la immensa sort de coneix-se’m. Com també sóc súper altruista. I degut a això últim, vaig decidir fer aquest diari perquè el món conegués el futur premi Nobel de Física. Si ara tinc nou anys, calculo que guanyaré el Nobel d’aquí quatre o cinc. Estic dedicant tots els meus esforços a guanyar el premi Nobel. Per això no em trec la primària. Per això i perquè els professors em tenen mania.
En aquest diari explico, entre altres coses, com vaig fer un treball amb Andy que mereixia un deu i vaig tenir un zero, com em van obligar a disfressar-me un dia per anar a classe en contra de la meva voluntat, com em van obligar a anar a veure al meu germà explicar els seus patètics acudits en un local de mala mort, com se’m van escapar uns pets insignificants a classe, com la mare em va buscar un amic més curt que el meu germà, com em van expulsar de classe injustament una setmana perquè em tenen mania, com em van buscar una professora de repàs per a un súper geni com jo, com vaig sobreviure a un dia de zoo amb el meu germà al costat o com em vaig estar a punt d’ofegar a classe de natació mentre ningú va moure un dit per ajudar-me.
Jonathan, diari d’un fantasma, és la historia, en forma de diari i en primera persona, d’un nen de nou anys que fa cinquè de primària, en un col·legi on el director, el seu tutor, els demés professors i els seus companys de classe li tenen mania i no el suporten. Ell es considera un súper geni, però els demés no comparteixen la seva opinió de sí mateix i cada cop que obre la boca té un zero o l’expulsen de classe o les dues coses alhora, perquè li tenen mania. A casa la cosa tampoc millora. El seu germà Christian és la persona que li té més mania de totes les persones que li tenen mania i li intenta fer la vida difícil i Jonathan sempre ha volgut una vida fàcil. Els seus pares tampoc el tenen en gran estima i la seva crueltat arriba a tal extrem que el volen obligar a estudiar, però ell seguirà fidel als seus principis de no mirar un llibre ni pel llom. En aquestes circumstàncies, Jonathan ha de sobreviure com pugui i només té al seu favor el seu súper cervell. El somni de Jonathan és ser un científic mundialment conegut i guanyar el premi Nobel de Física, cosa que ja és segura. L’únic dubte és quan ho aconseguirà, però ja és una cosa feta.
Jonathan, diari d’un fantasma, passa en una ciutat imaginaria d’un país imaginari. Tots els personatges que apareixen en aquest diari són imaginaris. Qualsevol semblança amb la realitat és pura casualitat.
Jonathan, diari d’un fantasma, és abans que tot un llibre d’humor. L’únic objectiu és fer riure. Com que usa humor blanc és per a totes les edats. No usa humor vast ni malsonant ni polític ni sexual... només humor blanc i per això és per a joves de tretze anys fins als noranta-nou anys.
Jonathan, diario de un fantasma, es la historia, en forma de diario y en primera persona, de un niño de nueve años que hace quinto de primaria, en un colegio donde el director, su tutor, los demás profesores y sus compañeros de clase le tienen manía. Él es un súper genio, pero los demás no comparten su opinión de sí mismo y cada vez que abre la boca tiene un cero o le expulsan de clase o las dos cosas a la vez, porque le tienen manía. En su casa la cosa tampoco mejora. Su hermano Christian es la persona que le tiene más manía de todas las personas que le tienen manía y le intenta hacer la vida difícil y Jonathan siempre ha querido una vida fácil. Sus padres tampoco le tienen en gran estima y su crueldad con Jonathan llega a tal extremo que le quieren obligar a estudiar, pero él seguirá fiel a sus principios de no mirar un libro ni por el lomo. En estas circunstancias, Jonathan ha de sobrevivir como pueda y solo tiene a su favor su súper cerebro. El sueño de Jonathan es ser un científico mundialmente conocido y ganar el premio Nobel de Física, cosa que ya es segura. La única duda es cuándo lo conseguirá, pero conseguirlo, lo consigue fijo.
Jonathan, diario de un fantasma, pasa en una ciudad imaginaria de un país imaginario. Todos los personajes que aparecen en este diario son imaginarios. Cualquier parecido con la realidad es pura casualidad.
Jonathan, diario de un fantasma, es ante todo un libro de humor. El único objetivo es hacer reír. Como usa humor blanco es para todas las edades. No usa humor vasto ni malsonante ni político ni sexual… solo humor blanco y por eso es para jóvenes de trece a noventa y nueve años.
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Me llamo Jonathan y soy superdotado. A Albert Einstein solo le entendían una docena de personas en todo el mundo. A mí no me entiende nadie. O sea, que debo tener un cerebro súper bestial. Además de tener este supercerebro, soy una persona que cae bien a la gente. Soy muy querido entre las personas que tienen la inmensa suerte de conocerme. Como también soy súper altruista. Y debido a esto último, decidí hacer este diario para que el mundo conociera al futuro premio Nóbel de Física. Si ahora tengo nueve años, calculo que ganaré el Nóbel dentro de cuatro o cinco. Estoy dedicando todos mis esfuerzos a ganar el premio Nóbel. Por eso no me saco la primaria. Por eso y porque los profesores me tienen manía.
En este diario explico, entre otras cosas, cómo hice un trabajo con Andy que merecía un diez y tuve un cero, cómo me obligaron a disfrazarme un día para ir a clase en contra de mi voluntad, cómo me obligaron a ir a ver a mi hermano explicar sus patéticos chistes en un local de mala muerta, cómo se me escaparon unos pedos insignificantes en clase, cómo mi madre me buscó un amigo más corto que mi hermano, cómo me expulsaron de clase injustamente una semana porque me tiene manía, cómo me buscaron una profesora de repaso para un súper genio como yo, cómo sobreviví a un día del zoo con mi hermano al lado o cómo me estuve a punto de ahogar en clase de n
Whoever said life begins at forty must have been heavily medicated, drunk, or delusional.
Thirty-nine was a fantastic year. I was married to the man I loved. I had a body that worked without creaking. My grandma, who raised me, was still healthy, and life was pretty damned good.
But as they say, all good things come to an end. I’d honestly love to know who ’they’ are and rip them a new one.
One year later, I’m a widow. My joints are starting to ache. Gram is in the nursing home, and dead people think my home is some kind of supernatural bed and breakfast. Gluing body parts onto semi-transparent people has become a side job—deceased people I’m not even sure are actually there. I think they need my help, but since I don’t speak dead, we’re having a few issues.
To add to the heap of trouble, there’s a new dangerously smokin’ hot lawyer at the firm who won't stop giving me the eye. My BFF is
thrilled with her new frozen face, thanks to her plastic surgeon, her alimony check, and the miracle of Botox. And then there’s the little conundrum that I’m becoming way too attached to my ghostly squatters… Like Cher, I'd like to turn back time. Now.
No can do.
Whatever. I have wine, good friends, and an industrial sized box of superglue. What could possibly go wrong?
Everything, apparently.
All in all, it’s shaping up to be a wonderful midlife crisis…
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