Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Breakfast In Bed

My guest today is Romance Author, Robin Kaye. This is her first visit to Over Coffee so please give her a warm welcome.

I've read and enjoyed the fun and games in Breakfast in Bed. It makes you laugh, shake your head in disbelief and roll your eyes at Rich (and wish you were Becca). He's a man without a clue half the time and he has been all too used to the women of his family taking care of him. When he has to take care of himself, learn the basics of cleaning and cooking, hilarity errupts. Trust me, he gives a whole new meaning to "Scrubbing Bubbles".

You're going to love Rich's Aunt. She's a hoot and a bit of a seer. Breakfast In Bed has lots sizzle, laughter, and fun. If you want to read a book that gives you a lift and leaves you chuckling afterwards, you have to read Breakfast In Bed.

Back Cover Blurb

He'd be Mr. Perfect if he wasn't a perfect mess…

Rich Ronaldi is almost the complete package—smart, sexy, great job—but when his girlfriend dumps him, Rich swears he'll learn to cook and clean just to win her back…

She'll be happy to make him over, but not for another woman…

Rich is the only guy Becca Larsen's ever met who hasn't tried to change her. She's glad to help him master the domestic arts, but she'll be damned if he'll start cooking in another woman's kitchen—or bedroom…

BREAKFAST IN BED (book 3 in The Domestic Gods Series) by Robin Kaye

What do you get when you throw an uptight, reluctant debutant, and artist together with a domestically challenged Italian psych professor? Other than my latest release, Breakfast in Bed? You get a lot of laughs and over-the-top sexual tension.

When Rebecca Larsen moves into the apartment she sublet from her sister-in-law only to find Rich Ronaldi, her sister-in-law’s brother, a man she can’t stand, singing in the shower, all she could think to do was get rid of him.

Rich Ronaldi’s bad day began when he stepped out of the shower to find his sister’s best friend with a baseball bat, ogling him and claiming to be renting the same apartment. Then to make matters worse, he was late for a lunch meeting with his dean and mentor who made it clear that he thought it was time for Rich to settle down, only to be dumped an hour later by his girlfriend claiming he wasn’t relationship material.

Rich and Becca make a deal. She could stay in the guest room until her brownstone apartment was remodeled if she teaches him a few of the domestic arts, namely cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry. After all, even an the only son of an over-bearing Italian mother can expect her to cook, clean and do his laundry for so long. Rich needs to get his girlfriend back before a charity dinner he’s planning to attend with his boss.

Becca reluctantly takes him up on his offer, because where else can she find temporary housing for her and her three-legged mutant killer cat, Tripod.

Things heat up in more places than just the kitchen when Becca struggles to train Rich to be a Domestic God for another woman while doing her best to ignore her growing feelings for him.

Rich has his eye so trained on the goal of getting his ex back that he is slow to realize that the woman of his dreams is right in front of him. He’s relieved when his ex isn’t interested in taking him back, leaving him free to peruse Becca. Now all he has to do is talk her into it.

To give you an idea of just how these two interact, here’s one of my favorite scenes from the book, when Becca stumbles across a very naked, very hot Rich in what she assumed was her apartment:

  • Rich Ronaldi looked over his shoulder to find his sister’s best friend staring wide-eyed at his bare ass. Well, maybe it wasn’t only his ass she stared at because when he turned, she got a load of the full monty.

    Becca rested the end of the bat she carried on the floor. “Excuse me, but what the hell are you doing here?”

    Rich had never been the shy type, but the women who got a load of him in the buff were usually invited to do so. Becca, Miss prim-and-proper-ice-princess, wasn’t. He wished he knew where the damn towels were. He’d just moved in, well, in a figurative sense of the word. He’d stayed there for a few days, and he had a towel somewhere, but knowing himself, it was on the floor along with his dirty socks and underwear.

    If he’d known she’d be coming by, he’d have kicked them into the closet or at least under the bed. But then, Becca was the last woman he’d expected to darken his doorstep. He had no clue why, but since their first meeting, he got the distinct impression she wasn’t overly fond of him. “How did you get in here?”

    Becca didn’t seem to grasp the fact that standing naked in front of a woman who wouldn’t normally give him the time of day is not the most comfortable thing to do. She didn’t turn away or hand him a towel, not that there was one at hand. He brushed past her into the bedroom, saw a towel hanging off the footboard of his bed, and quickly tied it around his waist. The only reaction he saw from Becca was a blink.

    “I used my key. What are you dong in my bedroom, taking a shower in my bathroom, which is conveniently located in my apartment?”

    Rich let out a laugh. “Hold on, I’m the one asking the questions here. This is my apartment. I’m leasing it from Rosalie and Nick.”

    She crossed her arms, the action pulling her baggy sweatshirt taut across her chest. A chest he forgot she even had. When he realized he was staring, he returned his gaze to her face and found her rolling her eyes.

    “You’re impossible. So is your story since I’m subletting the apartment from Annabelle. It was her apartment, and now it’s mine. You need to leave.

    She looked like one of those sexy Anime cartoon characters. She was tall, just a few inches shorter than his own 6’3”, and thin along with long, long legs and short, choppy, platinum blonde, perpetually tussled hair that gave her a sexy as hell, just-been-fucked look. Rich mimicked her stance, careful not to spread his legs wide enough to dislodge the towel, though it would serve her right if he did. “You’re wrong. Rosalie and Nick own the apartment. They rented it to Annabelle, who has since moved out. I moved in. If anyone is leaving, it’s you.”

    “Well then, we have a problem. Because as of right now, I’m living here.”

    “Not with me, you’re not.”


    He waved his arm to encompass the whole apartment, and the whole mess he had scattered across it. “Possession is nine-tenths of the law.”

    “The only possession I see here is your mess. Everything I own that’s not in storage is now in the living room, so, in that respect, as in others too numerous to count, you come up…” She looked him up and down with a critical eye. “…decidedly short.”

  • © Robin Kaye, Sourcebooks Casablanca, 2010

So if you were training your own yummy Domestic God, what would be the first thing you put on his honey-do list?

TWO copies of Breakfast in Bed are available and will be awarded to two commenters today ( Us and Canada only)! Be sure to let me know how to contact you.


Robin Kaye is a professional writer and winner of the Romance Writers of America Golden Heart award for her first novel, Romeo, Romeo. Her romantic comedies feature sexy, nurturing heroes and feisty, independent heroines. She lives with her husband and three children in Mt. Airy, Maryland and is working on the fourth book featuring yet another Domestic God! For more information, please visit


~Sia McKye~ said...

Robin, Welcome to Over Coffee! Glad you could make it this time.

Help yourself to coffee, tea, or goodies from the coffee bar. I always have nice eye candy around to flirt with you and give fine service. Need anything? Just let them know.

And what a fun book, Breakfast In Bed was! I laughed out loud in several places. You also made me get out a fan to cool my heated cheeks as I read some of the scenes between Becca and Rich.

Training? hmmm, take care of me first. But my guy came fully trained by his Italian mama, god rest her soul.

Anonymous said...

Breakfast in Bed!!! Give up Sia,It aint gonna happen! Love ya, best wish's.

Art Davis

Kat Sheridan said...

Robin, what a wonderful sounding book! I totally love the concept, and it sounds hilarious! Domestic God? Well, lucky me, I do sort of have one (he does grocery shopping and cooks the occassional meal), but it's taken 26 years to train him to do that! Next thing on the list is to teach him how to clean out a sink. Sigh.

Great review, Sia!

~Sia McKye~ said...

You do have a keeper, Kat. He's obviously received excellent training. *wink

Robin Kaye said...

Good morning! Thanks so much for your kind welcome and the goodies. I awoke this morning and before I even opened my eyes, my hand wandered to my bedside table and felt around for my insulated coffee tumbler. I'm spoiled, I admit. My domestic god leaves coffee at my bedside if he isn't there to serve it to me in person along with a kiss. This is probably why we're still happily married after 20 years. Caffeine is a necessity. I'm sure I'll be visiting the coffee bar soon, as for flirting...well, to me, it's like breathing. It comes naturally.

Sia, I'm so glad you enjoyed Breakfast in Bed. I do love Rich and Becca.

Art~ My motto is never give up. Sia might just get her breakfast in bed, she might just need to give her DG a little more incentive *grin*

Kat~ I hate grocery shopping so I'm famous for calling my DG and asking him to stop by the store on the way home. Cleaning the sink though is a good one. I hate that. It happens rarely, but when it does, believe me, my DG hears about it and for my son, it's a punishable offense. I'm glad you like the concept and hope you'll give Breakfast in Bed a try. Good luck with the give-away.

VA said...

Ah the honey-do list. I can't help think of honeydew melons every time I come across that phrase, which of course brings to mind all kinds of yummy things the aforementioned Domestic God could do for me or to me.

Personally mopping the floor is probably my least favorite chore. I know a lot of people hate the bathroom, but that doesn't bug me - even if you're going in hazmat style. All the fussing and moving things around to wash the floor annoys me. And I have an issue with mops, I always like to hand scrub corners and dry it down with a towel. So the chore always seems to be a huge undertaking, more trouble than it is worth. Really...isn't vacuuming enough?

Robin I love the reparte between Becca and Rich. I like sparks, when the characters are tossing out so many emotions you know it can't be long before one is supplanted by another. Sounds delightful!

Thanks Sia.

Kat Sheridan said...

VA-I am in love with all things Swiffer. The wet jet is to die for. When I went from being to corporate honcho to undomesticated-goddess, I insisted on easy, efficient tools for the job, especially hated ones like mopping. Since it's a mop with a motor, even Domestic Gods can be lured into using them (any "tool" with anything resembling a motor/engine tends to draw out the DG in males).

Judi Fennell said...

I just love when my worlds collide. :) Wombats and CasaBabes. If I have my druthers, there will be more Wombats as CasaBabes (or maybe even CasaDudes!)

*Hi Robin!

VA said...

This is where my OCD-like tendencies come into play Pat, I don't think the Swiffer cleans well enough. I know it's better than nothing, but clearly something that easy can't be doing the job properly, n'est ce pas?

Are all Casababes funny?

Rebekah E. said...

Sounds like a great book. The first thing I would put on his honey-do list is file all of the paperwork. I hate filing.

~Sia McKye~ said...

Kat, my sis swears by all things swiffer too. But I'm with Viv on that. Just doesn't seem like it does the job like it should. *shrugging

Least favorite chore? hmmm, I love to wash clothes just hate putting them away. I only have one small place that need mopping, that's my kitchen. Everything else is carpeted, which brings me to vacuuming. Another thing not my favorite, lolol! Most things I just do without thought.

I want my DG to get me a new disheasher, dammit.

Robin Kaye said...

VA- Back when I cleaned, I scrubbed the floor on my hands and knees. Luckily, I became highly allergic to all cleaning products. Well, except vinegar but I don't mention that to my DG. *grin* He doesn't clean the way I like, but I don't dislike it enough to do it myself.

Kat~Swiffers are amazing, but in a house with 2 big dogs, 3 kids, and a three-legged cat (yes, my cat is Tripod in the book without the coffee habit) a swiffer just can't stand up to all the animal and child hair.

Judi~ Hi Sweetie! *waves madly* Thanks for stopping by! I do love all my fellow Casa Babes!

Rebekah~ That's a good one, and one I've not heard before. My DG took all the filing on himself once he saw what my desk looks like. He's anal and I'm sooo not. It works for us.

Sia~ I've come to the conclusion that I married my DG because he does almost all of the housework. I cook and will do dishes in a pinch, but that's about it. I spent my childhood cleaning my house and then everyone else's as a job. I cleaned 5 houses a week from the time I was about 13. I bought myself a great sailboat with the money, but it gave me a deep loathing for anything having to do with cleaning.

LindaC said...

This book sounds like a hoot. I love romantic comedy! Looking forward to this! For the honey do list-folding and putting away the laundry. I hate it. Dh loads the dishwasher after I unload and does cook, so I'm spoiled.


Robin Kaye said...

Linda~ As I always say, a spoiled woman is a happy woman. Good luck in the give-away!

Armenia said...

Hi Skye, thank you for the recommendation. I just love romance and humor.

Hi Robin, Breakfast in Bed sounds like a wonderful read. I'd love for my Domestic God to learn to make coffee and breakfast for me. Certainly that would be a start to a little romance to "breakfast in bed"..

Congratulations on your release. Looking forward to reading it.

armiefox at yahoo dot com

~Sia McKye~ said...

Armenia, as my friends will tell you, I find all sorts of wonderful authors and books to recommend. I recommend this one. I love reading things that make me laugh. I laugh at much in my life, I crack jokes, use a lot of dry humor so when I find authors that do the same, I snatch up their books.

~Sia McKye~ said...

Linda, I'm so with you there. I hate putting away laundry.

Robin, you sound like you have a wonderful DG. I know I love mine. He'll pretty much do anything in the house that needs doing--well he and cat boxes aren't a good match but that's okay, I don't mind the scooping.

He's a fabulous breakfast cook and though I joke about it, I do get breakfast in bed on occasion. It's lovely to have all the pillows fluffed up behind me, coffee made just as I like it (even my son knows how to make coffee the way I like it) on the night stand, and food on a tray on my lap.

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