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Robin Anderson, The One and ONLY
Robin Anderson, the one and ONLY is in this week's Author Spotlight.
How would you describe your writing style
I have no aspirations to being another Dostoevsky or Dickens! I simply see my novels as enjoyable 'bonk-busters,' - racy, raunchy, great fun while involving the reader in the blackest humour, endless thrills and devious twists. An ideal flight companion or else an enjoyable beach read, but, with the latter, may I suggest keep a convenient towel handy for 'operation cover up!' However, be warned, my novels are not for the faint-hearted.
Jason Jones of Gaydar Nation says of an earlier novel, THE GALLERY, 'It reads like Stephen King, the Marquis d Sade and Quentin Crisp have had a particularly debauched gang-bang. In other words, vintage Anderson.'
Of VERSUS, another RA and one of my favourites, Peter Burton, a highly respected critic, writes, 'The Jackie Collins of the one handed read for gay men, has appropriately located his latest 500 page epic within the world of Britain's hardcore porn film industry.'
In lighter vein, Sally Farmiloe in her Hotgossip column writes, 'The elegant Robin Anderson is a writer who simply gets better and better! There's something for everyone in THE GALLERY - heteros, homos, bestiality and the foulest eating habits of the century!'
Need I say any more? Best judge for yourselves!
If you were to write a series of novels, what would it be about?
My first four novels have completely different themes with a variety of settings - having travelled extensively I enjoy placing my great variety of characters in unusual parts of the globe from Machu Picchu to Myanmar to even the fictional country of Judastan, a miniscule neighbour to Russia. It was quite by chance that I hit upon the idea of my two most favourite characters, Miz Miranda Maracona and Miz Kookie Kombuis, two transvestites of 'taste, not tackiness,' who feature in LA DI DA DI BLOODY DA! an outrageous tale involving murder, mayhem and more. The title came from a run in with a big bruiser in charge of road works outside venue where the launch of another of book of mine, VERSUS, was to take place. On being told – in no uncertain terms – that I hoped his endeavours would be completed by the night of the launch, so as not to inconvenience by glitterati guests, he simply doffed his hard hat while uttering the magical words, 'Well la di a di bloody da!' before deliberately sashaying away to join his workmates. Minutes later, while waiting for a guest in a nearby bistro, I could not but help overhearing two transvestites, one black and one white, regaling their adventures from the night before, hence LA DI DA DI BLOODY DA! was born.
Miz M and Miz K (published both in England and now America through LETHE PRESS) have proved to be so popular that the sequel, TRANNYS TO TIARAS! is now with LETHE PRESS. Unable to resist my editor's and my own outrageous relationship with these two, I wouldn't be all that surprised if we don't meet up again later next year when, to quote the outrageous Miz Kookie, 'YES, WE HAVE GONE BANANAS!'
Does travel play in the writing of your books?
I am an inveterate traveller and can honestly say I have visited all of the seven continents with the exception of the Arctic! Many of the places I have been fortunate enough to visit serve as backgrounds to my novels. Having been brought up in the former Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe) and South Africa, the latter serves as a vivid background for my psycho thriller SEBASTIAN & SELINE, along with Italy, England and South America. RED SNAPPER sees forays into Argentina, Peru, Venezuela and Brazil which also involves travels to parts of the mighty Amazon River. Obviously America appears time and time again, along with the hot spots of Europe and Asia. You'll travel to Egypt, Mauritius, Hong Kong, Japan, Myanmar, Borneo, Thailand, India and more in my novels.
What are you passionate about these days?
Obviously my writing in numero uno and something I see as a complete pleasure. I write virtually every day, albeit a few pages or sometimes even up to thirty or forty pages. I write in longhand which sees my thoughts flowing without interruption and then put all down on the computer. I find my thoughts interrupted when putting these straight onto the computer as I start re-reading and checking which curtails the general flow.
However, my other passion is the preservation of endangered animals. One of the greatest moments as a teenager in Africa was being involved in the early sixties with OPERATION NOAH, an international event, which saw the rescue of thousands of animals trapped on the numerous islands being formed daily by the rising waters of the new, man-made Lake Kariba resulting from the massive, newly constructed Kariba Dam on the mighty Zambezi River. Along with dozens of volunteers, skilled professional rangers and game wardens, we'd spend days travelling from temporary island to island, sometimes tranquilising the stranded animals and sometimes simply 'netting' them before transporting them safely to newly designated animal sanctuaries otherwise known as game reserves. An incredible experience.
Today I am the proud foster parent to four Orang-utans who live happily in an Orang-utan sanctuary outside Sepilok in Borneo, along with Marlon and Marlene, two elephants, and Rodney, a white rhinoceros, the three of whom live in pampered bliss on a large ranch in Zimbabwe. As a child, growing up in the then Rhodesia, my closest companions were a baboon named Lucy and a cheetah called Charlie. Both were found as orphans and were brought up together. Cheetahs and baboons are sworn enemies but Lucy and Charlie were inseparable. One of the saddest days in my life was having to return these two to the wild, due to leaving Rhodesia. Happily both seemed to take to their new habitat without any problem.
Due to my continued travels and the fact I live in a city flat (albeit overlooking one of the loveliest of squares in Chelsea) I see it as extremely selfish wanting to own any animal, their welfare and happiness, for me, being too important.
What makes you happy?
Waking up and finding I'm around for another day!
Here are some stories set in the past that show us that Love is timeless.
Whistling in the Dark
Tamara Allen
Jack's expression of surprise lasted only an instant before a wicked leer took its place. As he sauntered over, Sutton's heart seemed to quicken to 2/2 time. He didn't know if Jack felt the same attraction, the one coursing with sudden heat through his blood. He wanted to think so... but Jack seemed to play to the crowd as he dropped onto Sutton's lap and, draping both arms around his shoulders, drew closer for a kiss. Jack's breath warm in his face reminded him to breathe and he did so, audibly. But at the last second, Jack brushed his forehead with a brotherly buss and everyone exclaimed in good-natured protest.
Jack was unrepentant. "That's how they kiss in Kansas," he said and turned laughing eyes back to Sutton. "Tell 'em, Mabel."
Deciding to correct that misapprehension, Sutton took him by the lapels and kissed him. He could feel Jack's initial shock in the lack of response. Then Jack kissed back, sparking something neither of them could blame on the champagne. His momentum dropped them backward to the pillows, Jack still kissing him as if he never wanted to stop, and Sutton didn't mind in the least if it went on forever. He ignored the whoops and whistles from their audience and Jack did too, until Theo stuck his nose in. "Would you gentlemen care for the key to my apartment?"
Tonight or Else
M. King
Jamie lowered his head and set to his work, shoveling the soiled straw and fighting the sting behind his eyes. Perhaps it truly was easier to believe Will dead than believe him a rogue. He just prayed to God he'd be proven wrong. He carried on until the job was done, the stalls clean, and the horses fed, watered, and groomed. All the while, the sea nudged at the land and gulls wheeled above the cliffs.
Come evening, business in The Lamb picked up. Jamie's master, Saul Garras-a big man with irony gray curls and a beard like a small hedge-ran a lively house. Jamie, in the midst of bringing another cask up from the cellar, caught his breath at the sound of a rousing verse from The Ballad of Sweet William. No, never a song, joke, nor tale across the Lizard he'd not heard and, of all of them, Jamie hated that one the most.
Sweet William, so the tale went, was a farm laborer who fell in love with Nancy, the farmer's daughter. When her father forbade the match, William ran away to sea, but swore he'd return for Nancy. She waited, sitting every day at the top of the cliff, wearing out her eyes to watch for his ship, until all but she thought he'd forgotten her. She began to waste away until, one moonlit night, a boat drew into the bay and a voice came whispering under fair Nancy's door. And the men sang:
"Sleep'st thou, sweetheart, in the pale moonlight?
"You must come unto me, this very night.
"Tonight, tonight, tha' must come unto me
"Else be not my bride, fairest Nancy."
Frost Fair
Erastes
In 1814, the River Thames froze solid in one of the coldest winters on record; tradesmen and society all flocked to the Frost Fair... the last ever to be held on the ice. Against this chilly backdrop, the printer, engraver and fiercely independent Gideon Frost struggles; not only to keep his business afloat, selling his body to men when he must, but also to hide his growing attraction to a wealthy customer: the gentleman Joshua Redfern. Redfern is a man out of Gideon's class and very much out of his reach.
When disaster strikes, Gideon is forced to make a decision which will affect his future: will he choose love, or independence? Frost Fair evokes a bitterly cold London winter as Gideon tries to find the heat of love in his heart and his life.
Written by Erastes, author of the widely acclaimed Standish and Trangressions, the latter the first in a new line of m/m historical romances published by Running Press.
Men of a Different Sort
Addison Avery
Little Joe and Callie grew up together. A victim of abuse, Callie found safety and security in Little Joe's arms and he wanted to take care of her for the rest of their lives. Only, Callie had a fascination, a fantasy of sorts. She wanted to become a working whore and it was her dream to fulfill her somewhat peculiar ambitions.
Little Joe wasn't without his own set of issues. While he always wanted Callie beside him, he found his lust for man-love outweighed his need to become a family man. With Richard, his lover,he keeps Callie watching for him with a little game of hide and seek across the Wild, Wild West. Will the three of them find happiness in one another's arms, or will one of them have to make a choice?
Slaves to Love - One - Lucius and Callistus
J.P. Bowie
Raised in the city of Capua, renowned for its gladiator training grounds - Lucius, a young patrician, is unprepared for the obsessive desire that almost overwhelms him when he first sees Callistus, a captive Gaul condemned to a life, and probable death, in the arena. Unsuccessful in his attempt to buy Callistus and save him from a premature death, Lucius instead follows his career, attending all of his bouts in the arena, including one with Spartacus, the rebel slave. Spartacus incites Callistus and his fellow gladiators to rebel and form an unbeatable army, almost bringing the Roman legions to their knees.
Although torn between his love for Callistus and loyalty to his friends and family, Lucius determines that before one, or both of them might die, he must find Callistus, confess his feelings, and spend at least one night in the arms of the man he loves.
A Princely Gift
Claire Thompson
Kisho lay on a bed for the first time in his life. Perhaps it was not the bed of a king, but it was certainly thicker and softer than the mat upon which he had slept all his life. His heart was pounding in his throat. He hoped he had stopped trembling. The prince was very kind and had put him at ease... as much at ease as he could be in the situation.
How easy it had been that first night, when Yukio was not a prince, but a golden spirit moving through his dreams. How simple it had been to accept the gift of his skilled touch upon Kisho's body.
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