Romances by Marion Robinson


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Contemporary romances without explicit sex scenes.

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The First Crocus: "A charming story..." The Romance Reviews. A terrifying night in the crater of the volcano Haleakala reveals a love as miraculous as the first crocus. (Set on Canada's west coast and in Maui, Hawaii.)

Firebird: "I enjoyed the refreshing change of pace from other romances I have read..." The Romance Reviews. A businesswoman and an artist. Are they different like oil and water or different like match and gunpowder? (Set on Canada's west coast.)

Pink Dogwood - a FREE READ short story (pdf format): Reach for your dreams...but beware of what you catch! (Set in Portland, Oregon.)

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The First Crocus            cover of The First Crocus

Jo Hartley can’t deny that Kevin Petersen’s startlingly good looks trigger instinctive reactions, but why should that earn him extra attention or service, especially when he questions her abilities? When she goes to work for Kevin, she is determined to prove she’s a good computer programmer.

Until Jo's youthful attitude and winning smile dropped into his world, nothing interfered with the direction of Kevin's well-ordered life. How could he know she is everything he needs?

Only a lost child and a terrifying night spent in the crater of a dormant volcano will bridge the chasm between them—and bring a love as miraculous as the first crocus.

This contemporary romance is set in the city of Victoria on Canada’s west coast and in Maui, Hawaii.

Length: 162 pages

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Buy at Wild Rose Press (Kindle and other formats).

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Firebird                 cover of Firebird

Katy’s investment in a rental property pays an unexpected dividend when she catches the eye of the artist upstairs. Although she’s not used to being considered good-looking, Daniel wants to draw her. They have little in common, but are they different like oil and water or like match and gunpowder? Katy’s sensible side warns her that being tied down in a long-term relationship is the last thing Daniel wants, but the fizz his spontaneity brings to her life keeps her seeing him.

Daniel isn’t an alpha male who expects Katy to fall in line behind him – he admires her without trying to control her. Her business sense complements his creativity, and their relationship develops into something enchanting, but, Katy fears, insubstantial.

Then a household accident injures Daniel’s painting hand and pulls them apart. Katy thinks their affair has burned out, but instead, a new passion is being born.

This contemporary romance is set in the city of Victoria on Canada's west coast.

Length: 90 pages

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E-book available from Kindle, Nook, Kobo, or the iBookstore.

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Excerpt from The First Crocus

The beach was inviting the next morning, in spite of the coolness of the morning air. Jo dressed in shorts and sweatshirt instead of bikini. She supposed Kevin would be out running, but that was not going to keep her from her morning walk.

When she saw him approaching from the eastern end of his run, she turned to examine the waves as they curled over the sand. He could pass her by, if he wanted to. Possibilities scraped on her raw nerves. If he ignored her, how could she complain? She had spent the first weeks after she met him telling herself to ignore the attraction she felt. If he approached her and wanted to kiss her again, she would respect him less, but could she say no to another taste of heaven?

He stopped. Then he walked over to stand a couple of steps away. “I’m sorry about the other night,” he said abruptly. “I … I took advantage of you. It won’t happen again.”

After a heartbeat of disbelief, Jo turned and stared at him. “Advantage? What do you think I am, a child?”

His gaze slid down her body and made her want to scream look at me, not my clothing. “You’re no better than Roger, then, are you. You don’t even have the excuse you were drunk.”

Kevin’s mouth hardened into a line. “You didn’t invite him into your apartment.”

“So now it’s my fault?”

Kevin’s eyebrows drew together. “I didn’t notice you making any objections.”

Jo wanted to strike back for the hurt he had inflicted on her. “That was before I knew it was just a diversion for you, a little fling on the side.”

Kevin’s chin tucked in defensively. “Don’t be ridiculous.” His mouth twisted as if he had tasted something unpleasant. “I’m not going to stand here arguing with you.”

If it wasn’t just a fling, what was it? Jo wanted to shout. But he was gone, running hard down the beach.

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Excerpt from Firebird

The artist’s pencil flourished on the page. “I’m glad you didn’t wake up when I came in.” He tore the top page off the pad and handed it to her. “For you.”

Katy angled the page to the light. There was her face in three-quarter view against the pillow, with prominent nose, wide mouth slightly open, and hand curled near her chin. But what had he done with her hair? The dark tendrils, dried after their dousing into even more out-of-control kinks than usual, had been extended into medusa-like tangles containing hints of flames and smoke and drops of water. A crumpled smudge suspiciously like the burned heater was trapped within her fingers. “That’s…really something. For me?” Such an expression of talent, such a unique memento of this day, seemed too valuable to give away.

“I have to get back to Vancouver tonight, but I could come here next weekend. Will you sit for me?”

“Sit? You mean model?”

He leaned against the table and crossed his arms. “I can’t afford to pay models. Maybe take you out for a meal. Sorry—I suppose you could use some cash.”

“That’s not what I meant. You want to draw me?”

“You have an interesting face.”

You aren’t beautiful, but your face has a lot of character, her ex had said, which was a tactful way of describing a set of features put together as if from a jumble sale, nothing quite fitting. Yet from this artist, the word ‘interesting’ sounded sincere, not euphemistic.

His comment about cash sunk in. A person moving into a tiny apartment like suite number two might well be pinching pennies. “I don’t need your money, except in rent.” She stood up and extended her hand. “I’m Katherine Carlisle, your new landlady. People call me Katy.”

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