I thought I’d share a bit today on my ideal writing day, and if it has ever happened… I’m sure every author has their own idea of the perfect writing day! My ideal writing day would be waking up on a beautiful 80-foot sailboat floating just off the coast of Rarotonga—the smallest of the Cook Islands in the South Pacific. I’d work and drink coffee on the deck for between for six and eight hours, taking breaks to cool off in the water and maybe do some snorkeling. Of course, I’d have a great looking chef to cook my meals and refill my coffee. (I wonder if there’s a Starbucks on Rarotonga?) In the evening, we’d sail to one of the islands while the sun sets, dock, and go to dinner and then repeat the process. I have a friend who flew to Rarotonga just the other day so I’m just a little green with envy. I guess it’s easier for him since he lives in Auckland, but still, it seems so wonderful, I’d like to trade places. My actual writing days are not nearly as romantic. I wake up praying my husband made coffee. If my coffee is not…

I walked into DiNicola’s Restaurant in Brooklyn, NY, and stopped at the reception desk, the hostess was putting the daily specials inside each menu. “Hi, I’m Robin Kaye, I’m here to meet Rich and Becca Ronaldi.” When the woman turned around, I recognized her. She was Mona DiNicola’s cousin Rita. She pointed toward the bar. “They’re waitin’ for ya in the family dining room. I’ll tell Vinny you’re here.” “Thanks, Rita.” I turned and walked through the small bar toward the family dining room in the back. My stomach growled as the smell of good gravy made my mouth water. I’d driven from Maryland to Brooklyn without stopping so I was well past ready for lunch. When I walked in, I found Rich and Becca with their heads together, sitting next to each other at a table for four, holding hands. It’s nice to see they still only have eyes for each other, even after a year of marriage. “Am I interrupting?” Rich got up and gave me a hug and a kiss on both cheeks. “You? Never. How are you?” “Good, you two look happy.” Becca gave me a hug. “We are. Things are good. How are you?” Rich…

Romeo, Romeo is about an independent businesswoman without a domestic bone in her body. Her life would be perfect if she could just figure out how to keep her nosy, pushy, Italian family from trying to marry her off. Nick Romeo, Brooklyn’s Donald Trump (without the comb-over), thinks independent women are an urban myth, until he meets Rosalie and realizes they’re no myth, just a pain the ass. He’s finally met a woman who is looking for the same thing he is–a commitment free relationship– and is shocked to discover that all he wants to do is take care of her. Before too long, he’s moved in, cleaned her apartment, stocked her refrigerator and adopted her dog. Romeo, Romeo is the first book in my Domestic Gods series. I think there’s nothing sexier than a man cleaning. I find it sad that many women think this is a myth. We live in a world where women are expected to work outside the home and still do the lion’s share of the childcare and housework. Men certainly are doing more housework now than they used to. According to the CNN Article, “Housework and sex: What’s the connection?” In 2005 men did…