What television sitcom is most like your family? Why? The Addams Family… we’re crazy as hell.
What’s your favorite thing to do to relax? Painting while listening to music and drinking coffee.
If you could go back in time to when you were seven years old, what wisdom or advice would you pass on to yourself? Hell doesn’t last forever.
For what are you grateful? Living to see another day… and coffee, also music.
At what age were you the happiest? What triggered such joy? 23, now. What triggered it? What I once thought was, falling apart. Which brought a lot of past issues to the surface letting me work through those.
What is the number one lie you tell yourself? You need this cup of coffee, it’s healthy.
What authors had an impact on you growing up and as an adult? As a kid I loathed to read. It was when I was a teenager that I was bored and complaining, when my sister got tired of it and threw a book at my face. L. J. Smith and Alyson Noel are the first authors I fell in love with and they inspired me to write.
What is your favorite aspect or writing? Your least favorite? Least favorite thing about writing would be the migraines. I have issues stopping once I get started and I stare at the screen too long. Favorite? Telling the story that’s been trampling through my mind.
Do you have any “must haves” with you while you’re writing? Writing must haves: Coffee, music, and access to the internet. All writers are best friends with Google.
Do you have a common theme or item that appears in each of your books? Common theme… goths and or alternative people, cussing, and a lot of sarcasm.
What have you learned the most from being in the writing business? I’m learning and accepting it now that I need to write what I want, not what everyone else wants me to.
Tell us about your latest release:
My latest release is Princess?... I Think Not, it’s about a goth girl who finds out she’s a princess and…she isn’t fond of the idea.
The Royal Family Just Got a Little Bigger….
My name’s Baily King and I’ve always considered myself different—liking dead roses, cemeteries, reading fully clothed in the bathtub, and howling at the moon whilst dancing naked under it. But, when my grandma, a woman I scarcely remember, comes for a visit, she opens her mouth and my weird world crashes down all over my combat-booted feet.
See, dear Gram is dying and wishes for me to accept my royal name. Turns out she finally left a small village south of Ireland—a village that her and her husband rule. Pfft. No pressure.
Bam, you’re a Princess. Wear your tiara and shut up.
“Will that be all?” The lady beams like they put a thousand sunshines into her coffee. Everyone turns chipper when they see such a pretty man then they turn bitter when said pretty person leaves. I know from experience.
“Dimitri,” I growl.
He smiles. “Yes, thank you.” Coming back over to me, he gives me a smug, beyond-sexy smile. Hell, I bet when this man sneezes, it’s still bloody attractive. “Baily?”
I cross my arms over my chest.
“Will you please let me—Dimitri, your friend—do something nice for you? Something friends are allowed to do, even in the South?”
I narrow my eyes, but when he just stands there, I give in. “Fine,” I grumble, holding my hand out.
He makes a circular motion with his finger, signaling for me to turn around. With a huff, I do. “Every now and then…” he rumbles in my ear, and I tense when gooseflesh rises on my skin. It’s eighty-degrees, I’m sweating like a pig, but in this moment, I don’t mind the body heat radiating off him. What is this sorcery? “You deserve something for yourself. I’ve only known you for a short time, and in that time, you’ve only thought of others. Promise me you’ll think of yourself upon occasion, too.”
“I make no such promise,” I grumble, turning back to face him. “But thank you.”
“Aww,” the girl behind the register says. “I wish my boyfriend did something like that for me.”
I smile at her, not in the mood to try to explain he’s not my boyfriend but bodyguard. Because my grandma’s kinda a queen of a village called MacAleese, which is on the south side of Ireland and I’m of the royal family. I just didn’t know about it until…bam, you’re a freakin’ princess, wear your tiara and shut up. Yeah, that might make someone ask a few questions or draw a little bit of unwanted attention.
How did you decide on your story plot? The idea came when a comedian was talking about going to visit a prince, and I thought how it’d work out I went to see a prince… things happened after that.
How did you choose your characters names and location for your story? Names? I wrote it when I was 17, so I can’t remember. But the location is because it’s where I’m from so, it’d the easiest.
Do you have a favorite scene? Why? Yes. When they’re at the beach, every part from their beach trip. Because it reminds me of good times with family. And the two main characters are having their moments where you’re like “kiss already!”
Do you have a character that you identify with? Who and why? Yep. Baily because she is me. Whoa, plot twist. :P when I wrote it, it wasn’t fully my intention to base her off me. But I believe I’ve grown into the character I wrote about when I was a teenager.
A. B. Robbins also known as Ashley Brooke Robbins, is a twenty-three-year-old who is obsessed with caffeine, music, animals, and everything most people find unnerving. She lives in North Carolina with four dogs, and a cat. She’s the author of Freaksville, Wishin’ on the Moon, and Princess? …I Think Not.
You can find her on her website: JustThatWeirdoNextDoor.com, or on pretty much any other social media site as ThatWeirdoNext or JustThatWeirdoNextDoor. You can probably find the links to those on her website. And you can catch her on YouTube doing tarot reading videos.