“Will you cry for an angel?”
Penniless and desperate to escape the London streets where a mysterious man stalks her, Victoria Childers auctions off her virginity at the infamous House of Gabriel, a night house where every carnal pleasure can be satisfied. But Gabriel, the untouchable proprietor who outbids his patrons, doesn’t want her innocence. Too late Victoria discovers she is a pawn, sent to Gabriel by the very man he will do anything—sacrifice anyone—to kill. Or will he? Irresistibly drawn to the beautiful, dangerous proprietor who has walled himself away from human touch, Victoria vows to free Gabriel. Their passion plunges them into a masterminded game of death and desire where their only hope for survival is to embrace the past and the devastating truth it hides. ***Gabriel’s Woman is the sequel to The Lover.***
Praise for Gabriel’s Woman
“Gabriel is the most mesmerizing example of angst in print.” ~AllReaders.com
“Gabriel is the most mesmerizing example of angst in print…Frankly sensual from the first page to the last, the book’s poignant sex is made all the more riveting by Gabriel’s agonizing hunger for acceptance and love.” ~AllReaders.com
“Only a master could create this kind of erotic and emotionally powerful work.” ~RT Book Reviews, Top Pick
“I can’t help but admire this author’s sparse writing style, her intensity … and her unflinching honesty. ” ~All About Romance
“I can’t help but admire this author’s sparse writing style, her intensity, her frank evaluation and portrayal of male-female relationships, and her unflinching honesty in presenting an uncomfortable and dark world. Gabriel’s Woman is more a psychological thriller than a romance. But when Gabriel finally realizes his happily ever after, it doesn’t matter one bitte.” ~All About Romance, Desert Isle Keeper
« La reina de la literatura romántica actual.» ABC
«Seducción y romanticismo. Erotismo, pero también suculentos ingredientes históricos. Con estas apetitosas viandas y una pizquita de misterio, nutre sus novelas Robin Schone, considerada por la crítica (y centenares de miles de lectores a ambos lados del Atlántico) como la reina de la literatura romántica actual.» ABC
A Letter from Robin Schone
My editor loved The Lover. What’s not to love about a beautiful, scarred, heterosexual gigolo who makes a woman “see angels,” aka reach orgasm every time he makes love to her? But when my editor asked what my next book was going to be—and I responded Gabriel’s story—she sighed, and said, “I was afraid of that.”
In 2001 there were very few romances that could list their hero’s occupation as “homosexual prostitute.” But that was what Gabriel had been in The Lover. When writing Gabriel’s Woman, I could not sweep his past under the rug and pretend it had never happened. Victoria wouldn’t allow it. She had the same questions I and my readers shared. I had to deal with Gabriel’s sexuality, and I . . . Gabriel . . . had to be brutally honest. But just how honest could he be, and remain a romantic fantasy?
When Victoria asked Gabriel if he got an erection when he was with men, my mind froze in horrified fascination—rather like watching a freight train bear down on one—even as my fingers typed on:
“Sexual organs, mademoiselle, are apparatuses.” Cynicism tarnished the silver of his eyes. “Like my bath or my shower. If you turn a valve cock”—Gabriel paused, allowing the double entendre to sink in, valve cock, cock—“it releases water. It does not care whether it is a man or a woman who turns it.”
“You are saying that there need not be emotion, or feeling, in order for a man to . . .” Victoria struggled to find the words, she, a governess who had never even heard the word cock until six months earlier, “to sexually perform—”
“That is correct.”
“—And that the . . . that copulation is merely a reflexive response, a matter of cause and effect.”
At which point, Victoria asks the question that could not be avoided, much as I had wanted to do just that in order to save my career in the ofttimes very unforgiving world of romance.
“Are you saying, then, that you did not orgasm when you were with . . . a patron?”
This was the moment I had dreaded. Gabriel’s answer would either be a career maker or a career breaker. Yet there was no future for Victoria and Gabriel if he didn’t answer. So answer he did.
Unfortunately, neither my editor nor my publisher were thrilled with his response. But I could not water down Gabriel. Not my beloved, untouchable angel. So I fought for his sexuality and his right to express it.
Fortunately, I won.
I expected plenty of naysayers once Gabriel’s Woman was published. What I didn’t expect was how many readers would take Gabriel to heart. And how many women—and men—would write thanking me for Gabriel‘s unflinching honesty in dealing with the darker aspects of human sexuality.
When I thanked Kathe Robin, RT Book Reviews reviewer extraordinaire, for her incredible review of Gabriel’s Woman, she said Gabriel would never have found redemption without Hans Christian Andersen’s tale of “The Angel.” What do you think?