passionate wordsmith

When he was growing up, everyone used to say, what a strange kid that Robbie Stephenson. If his head wasn't in a book, he was writing --in the margins, on his hand, a napkin, toilet paper, desks, the walls, tiled floors. Yes, he was unusual, but his constant scribbling eventually paid huge dividends. At merely 30 years of age, Robbie is an award winning, New York Times best-selling author of erotic romance novels publishing multiple times a year. He has authored over one hundred fifty books over the last ten years alone. (He published his first novel at 18 through Harlequin.)

As soon as he could string words into sentences, Robbie was making up stories. When he learned to write, he wrote and illustrated stories on the ruled writing paper his mother bought by the pound at the local teacher supply store (anything to keep him from writing on the walls). He wrote about a little boy having adventures in the woods or scoring the winning runs, baskets, or goals in pivotal games, and being celebrated and adored by all. By sixth grade, his main character was a loner who solved crimes the police couldn't, a brilliant boy detective who garnered success and adoration by solving the most difficult cases that would stump even Sherlock Holmes (he'd read the complete collection of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's stories by the age of ten).

In middle and high school, Robbie became an avid runner and swimmer garnering several medals for his efforts. He claims he only participated in sports because he got some of his best ideas for stories in the silence under water or running around the track.

Until Alys Duprey.

Alys (whose name has been changed to protect her privacy) invited Robbie to the Sadie Hawkins dance his senior year of high school. Later that night they sneaked into her bedroom and he discovered his greatest inspiration and new (second) favorite past time. It was then that he began his meteoric rise to celebrity status. Apparently, Alice was not averse to giggling about a good time with her girlfriends so Robbie remade his writer's haven in his parents' basement into his personal lab where he began experimenting with willing young women the climactic scenes of his novels.

His draw was more than the bedroom gymnastics, however. Each of his paramours received her own story written with a feathered pen--that served other purposes as well, of course-- anywhere and everywhere he felt inspired to write on her person. No longer limited to paper, napkins or his own hands, Robbie expanded his writing surfaces to include flat backs, warm bellies, firm thighs... For him, it was fulfilling a need to write when inspiration struck without having to disengage from his second favorite activity. For her, something to remember him by...at least until the ink finally washed away.

Robbie Stephenson is one of the greatest erotic romance novelists of our time. His dedication to his craft is commendable.