A super hot and ridiculously talented friend of mine who goes by the name of Robyn Peterman on weekdays and most major holidays just released her first foray into the world of speculative fiction.

Her paranormal romance FASHIONABLY DEAD is fantastic! Here is my 'official' quote for your entertainment: 

"Uproariously witty, deliciously provocative, and just plain fun! No one delivers side-splitting humor and mouth-watering sensuality like Robyn Peterman. This is entertainment at its absolute finest!"

I caught up with Robyn when her car unexpectedly died on the side of a busy highway due to the fact that somebody poured sugar in her gas tank. Weird. Good thing I was ...  following close behind her, yes? I only had a chance to ask her one question before the police arrived, but here's what I got out of her. 

Oops! Sorry, that was the two of us sucking face at a dinner. Alcohol may or may not have been involved. Cash may or may not have been exchanged. 

Okay, for real this time!

Here's my EXCLUSIVE, BREAKING NEWS interview with the awesome Robyn Peterman: 

DARYNDA: Boxers or briefs and why?

ROBYN: I prefer a hybrid of sorts. Boxer Briefs!

You may ask why. Actually you did, therefore you have to listen to my explanation. Boxers remind me of my Grandfather. And while I loved and adored him, I was not remotely turned on by his choice of undergarment. I have fond memories of him chasing us through the house with his false teeth in his hands. During this rather strange but loving ritual, he usually was wearing his boxers and a T-shirt. (His preferred sleep wear) SO as you can imagine, boxers do nothing for my lady bits.

 

Now, briefs are wrong on every level for me, especially bikini briefs. I liken them to ball sacks. It's difficult to get randy with a ball sack (or a banana hammock or weenie sling or grape smuggler etc)

 

So boxer brief it is!! I think they're hot and sexy. I like white or grey the best. If you need more terms for bikini briefs, I could rack my brain for more…(pun intended)

 

I think I understand ...

And there you have it, folks! She said a few other things, something about pending charges, but I was busy trying to run for my freedom. Outrunning the cops never works in case you're wondering, especially if you are an overweight, forty-something-year-old. It always seems like a good idea at the time, though. 

But I'm not the least bit deterred! To celebrate Robyn's release, I'm giving away digital copies of FASHIONABLY DEAD to 10 super-duper lucky winners*! 

ABOUT ROBYN: 

Robyn Peterman writes because the people inside her head won’t leave her alone until she gives them life on paper. Her addictions include laughing really hard with friends, shoes (the expensive kind), Target, Coke with extra ice in a styrofoam 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 you can work in your P.J.’s works really well for her. You can follow Robyn at robynpeterman.com. She loves to hear from her fans.

Until next time, Miz Peterman. Until next time. 

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(*Because these are digital copies, I  have to limit this giveaway to the US only. Companies outside the US won't even let me gift a copy to one of their countrymen. Or women. It's unfair, I know, and I apologize, but I have tons of other giveaways coming up, so check back often! And give Robyn's books a try!)