Author: Rachel Robinson

Set in Stone.

Set in Stone.

My fans are so awesome. You guys really, truly are the best. When I wrote Crazy Good I had no idea the effect it would have. I mean, as an author, you always hope that readers catch the subtle undertones, and those evocative scenes? Well, you guys get them. The countless daily e-mails and messages tell me so. Those same messages also tell me, in quite the deafening roar, “WE WANT MORE!”

Because Crazy Good is so (holy-crap-batman) well received, I get to continue on with this series. Set in Stone will be another standalone, because I’m not going to play the cliffy game with “the guys.” 1. I don’t think they’d appreciate it. 2. It’s my party and I’ll do what I want to.

Set in Stone IS Morganna and S****’s story. I really don’t want to give away anything other than that. I know you want more Stone. I’ve noted this request. :)

I’ll retreat into my bat cave, er, my office and make magic happen. If I can get it to you earlier, I will. And if I suck at life (hey, a kid off for the summer is sort of a hinderance) it might be a smidgeon late.

In the meantime, where are you guys located? I’ll be attending author events and I want to MEET YOU! Seriously, I need to see your faces.
- Rogers, Arkansas July 25-26 for the Indie Mashup
- Anaheim, CA October 4th for the Authors in the OC

Until next time: if you fly, I fly,

A deleted scene.

Author’s note: If you haven’t read Crazy Good, stop now! Click the X. Don’t read another sentence! *SPOILERS* If you have read it and you want a little extra Maverick, read on. This is the scene from the hospital (when he wakes up) written from Mav’s point of view.

Enjoy! xx

-Rachel Robinson


Darkness isn’t so much a helpless feeling as it is an anesthetic. Now that the black turns to a murky gray, I feel everything–the numbness leaving my body in sections. It’s slow at first, but the pain is fierce and violent when the ringing in my ears violates my skull. What the fuck happened? Where am I? Can I feel my arms? Check. Legs? Yep, they’re still there. My brain seems to be working because I wouldn’t feel like every fucking bone in my body was broken otherwise.

My eyelids seem to weigh more than a fucking Panzer when I try to lift them. I realize the shrill noise is actually voices. The fuzzy, echoing words confuse me, but I recognize a voice. I also recognize the tremor in that same voice. She’s upset. Soft, cold fingers graze my jaw, but disappear quickly. I crack my eyes open and wince, breathing in and out; forcing myself to regain some degree of fucking competence. I stare up at the ceiling, trying to focus on something.

Hospital. Beeping monitors. Her voice again, “I’m out, Maverick. I’m leaving. Good luck, Mrs. Hart. You need it more than I do,” Windsor says, her footsteps growing faint until a door clicks closed. Panic sets in. I panic because I don’t know what’s happening. I panic because I know it’s something fucking terrible. I panic because I can’t remember what happened. Confusion isn’t a feeling that rests inside Maverick Hart easily.

“Mav! I’m here!” Warm hands wrap around my jaw. “Calm down! You’re okay. You’re fine. I’m here,” a woman says. Finally craning my neck to the side, my eyes lock on her face. The wrong woman. The absolute, wrong, fucking, face.

“No. Windsor. Windsor. Wh-er-e is Win-dsor,” I stutter, unable to use my own voice without searing pain tearing through my body. I don’t even care why Monica is here. She’ll get around to that fucking point soon enough, I’m sure. I want Windsor to come back. I need her.

“She left. I’m here, though,” Monica says as a bevy of white coats and green scrubs blast through the door causing my wife to back away to make room. I watch her as she moves away, a pit of dread filling my stomach. Windsor’s gone…and she’s not coming back. Monica just made sure of that. I ignore the cacophony of hospital equipment cascading upon my body and focus on this one fact–the only thing I know for sure. I latch onto this shot of clarity and hang on tight. It’s all I have.

Why you? I think, out-of-focus eyes locked directly on hers. She doesn’t look disappointed even though I know damn well she knows I don’t want her here. If anything she looks sad. That seals it. The situation is far worse than I feared. A doctor is trying to get my attention, but his voice sounds as if it’s in a well. What’s the last thing I remember? Tiny razor blade cuts down one side of my body feel like mother fucking fire.



The mission.


The doctor forces my face toward him, looking directly into my eyes he asks, “What is the last thing you remember, Mr. Hart?” He speaks slowly, as if I’m a small child–enunciating each word. I don’t need his patronizing questions. I don’t need anything from him. His lips keep moving, but my own words force their way inside instead.

One syllable. Five letters. Heart. The pain in my body concentrates in the center of my chest. More words.

Break. Death.

The most important word flashes through my mind. It’s the word that makes everything else disappear because nothing else matters.


© Rachel Robinson


Today was supposed to be the official release for Crazy Good. Instead, it’s flying high on the bestseller charts and I have no one to thank except for you. My readers. You guys love their unorthodox love story and I thank you for that. It’s always a little scary deviating from the norm. 60%, anyone?  I didn’t write it to torture you, nor did I write it for shock value. It’s real. It’s not my reality (thank heavens), but it’s a reality that is close to home. My home. And my swirling, not-normal, slice of life. 

With HUGE hesitation, apprehension, and a little holy-shit-what-am-I-doing, I shared a piece of my slice with the world. Thank you for welcoming Windsor and Maverick into your lives. Thank you for your awesome reviews. They make me laugh and cry and question whether the reviewers should be the ones writing novels. Thank you for the 4 a.m. up-all-night e-mails. Thank you for the Facebook messages and comments that make me feel like by writing a book I’ve entered YOUR slice of life. 

The frequently asked question this week has been: Morganna. Will she have a book?

The short answer: Yes!

The long answer: Morganna was the very first character I formed before writing Crazy Good. It’s odd that a secondary character came first, I know. She’s the backbone, if you will. I have no idea when her I’ll finish her story, but I will. :) Stay tuned. 



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One month.


Announcement! (You know, other than that amazing banner up there with Windsor and Maverick all steamy like.) 

Crazy Good will be released on April 14th. You’ll be able to get your copy where all eBooks are sold. Paperback copies will be available for order on Amazon. Keep an eye out here for buy links on or around release day. 

Questions? Comments? You’re a reviewer and want an ARC? Send me a message! 

What’s Crazy Good about?

They’re kind of an enigma. The glimpses inside their lives are usually reserved to big box office movies where their unique skill sets are portrayed with guns blazing and missions impossible. They are Navy SEALs. Windsor and Maverick’s love story is true and it’s raw…it’s real. Because life with a SEAL isn’t nearly as glamorous as it’s portrayed, or even how uninformed romance novels spin it. Every SEAL isn’t the same, but they all have one thing in common—it’s a force that drives them forward; it makes them engage in extremes in every facet of their lives. Even in love.

Because Crazy Good is told from alternating point of views you get to be behind the gun, inside the mind of a man who strives for perfection in everything. Then on the flip, Windsor’s view, the delicate balance of frailty and acceptance in an unfamiliar relationship, dealing with the strong highs and desperate, depraved lows. Having a romantic relationship with a SEAL isn’t like anything else. They aren’t normal. The word normal isn’t in their vocabulary.

 Behind every great man stands a stupendous woman—or something like that. What type of woman does it take to stand beside a SEAL? I’m here to tell you they posses more bravery and courage than their counterparts who imbibe danger as a thrilling sport. Although this is Windsor and Maverick’s fictional story, it’s served with a huge heaping of reality. It’s a glimpse at what goes on when men like Maverick aren’t doing what you see on the news or on movie screens. You can only be crazy if you have good to balance it out. 

It’s a fact. 

And with that, we’ll let the countdown begin. :)

Eternal Press Authors Valentine Blog Hop

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Welcome to the Eternal Press Authors Valentine Blog Hop!

*Leave a comment and your email address anytime from February 9th through February 15th at 5 p.m. eastern time for a chance to win 1 of 3 grand prize packages of 7 e-books from the fabulous and talented authors listed below.

*Be sure to visit each author and comment to increase your chance of winning.

*PSSST participating authors will be holding their own drawings as well…so check out their temptations! Eternal Press has kicked in some swag for our wonderful hoppers and each author will be drawing for that awesome give away!

Don’t forget to keep hopping and commenting at our Eternal Press authors listed below

Scroll all the way to the bottom for another little surprise…….

Andie Lea


Barbara Winkes


Briana Lawrence


Em Epe

Somer’s Rising, Book 2 of the McRaidy Clan


Fiona McGier

For The Love Of His Life


Giana Bruno

The Journey


Jeremy E. Elwell


Katie McKnight

Secrets Revealed


Kimberly Tipton

Passion Surrender releasing 2014


KZ Riman

Kissing Another Grimaldi


Laura Dasnoit

Forgotten Legends


Linda Hays-Gibbs

Angel in My Heart, Devil in My Soul


Lisa Acerbo



M. Homer

Dare to Breathe


Rachel Robinson 



Roberta Hoffer

Silent Heart


Rose Montague



Ross S. Simon

Red Dahlia


Stephanie O’Hanlon

Affaire de Coeur


Trisha Haddad

Deep Green

Another little gift for you! Hop over to  and use promo code 20EPdb14 at check out for 25% off your entire ebook order.

***Hey guys! From all of the comments I receive here on my personal website I’ll draw one winner. The prize: Any TWO of my e-books (ESCAPED, EMBRACED, or SIX and an Eternal Press swag tote bag sent directly from my publisher.)***

****And if one of my long time fans happens to win and a, “Hey! I have all three of those already” situation happens, I’ll send you an e-book ARC of CRAZY GOOD, my Contemporary Romance novel releasing this spring. :-)