​Hello everyone! My name is Danny Mabie. I’m the husband of the one and only M. Mabie.

M. Mabie, or Mo as some of you may know her, and I have been together for fifteen years this November.
In the beginning, I was the inspired drummer chasing the dream with my band. We got the opportunity to tour the United States a few times with different groups. In those days, I set off on my journey and Mo stayed behind, working, keeping up with the bills and taking care of everything else—best she could. Times got tough, but we managed to push through.  We never got a deal, but we had a great time and gained one hell of an education.

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Fast forward a few years later, Mo and I got married on a beautiful 70 degree November day.
Mo has always been interested in reading, whether it be comedy, romance, etc… and by 2012 she was devoting a lot of time to these books. Some would ask, “Why is she reading so much? We never see her.” It was mostly our neighbors in our quaint little village where we bought our first home.

Deep down, I knew something was brewing in her pretty little head. I was right.  

Mo approached me later that year with her idea for a review blog for all of the books she’d been reading. She was going to call it Fifty5cent Book Blog, which had special meaning to us. An inside joke or sorts. I was all for it.
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Soon authors were asking for her reviews, and readers were buying books from her recommendations. All the while, I knew she wasn’t just doing the blog and reviewing, there was an algorithm being built in her head. She was doing her homework.

In late 2013, she said, “Danny, I’m going to write my first novel.” And, there it was. Fade In came out the following spring. Coming from a musical background and having released albums, I looked at Fade In as her freshman release. It was her baby, and if nothing else, it would be a foot in the door.
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Not long after the release of Fade In, she started her soon to be sophomore release… this is where shit got real—so to speak. The spare bedroom in our 140 year old home was converted into an office. Words started flying. She would work forty hours, then come home and write all night. Some men would get disgruntled about not spending evenings, nights, and weekends with their other half. But I knew she had an agenda and a lot of things she needed to get out on paper.

I made a deal with Mo, just like she had with me when I went on tour. It was my turn to take care of things. The shopping. The cleaning. The yard. Our dog, June. Not that they were her duties, but whatever I could do to help—I wanted to do.

A few months later, Bait was released and our lives changed…for the better.
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Mo asked me to attend Wicked Book Weekend with her in Ft. Lauderdale in early 2015. This was my first signing. My first time being an author’s husband. An author’s assistant. I was a little nervous about what to expect. Readers started to file in and a young woman approached Mo’s table.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. You’re not supposed to be here. I love you!” the girl screamed.
Who in the hell was I sitting next to? A Beatle?

After the young lady got her photo taken with my wife and went on to the next table, I looked at Mo and said, “This is it. You’ve found your calling.”

Mo went on a writers retreat one weekend, it was cold and rainy at home. I decided while she was gone I was going to see what all the fuss was about. On my way home from work, I grabbed a six pack of craft brew, then sat down with her reference copy of Bait.

I found myself going to bed about 2:00 a.m. thinking who in the hell is Mo Mabie?
She’s a genius.

The next morning, after a getting a cup of coffee, I dove right back in. I was hooked. I screamed. I wanted to throw the book across the room. I laughed my ass off. I couldn’t stop texting her, asking questions about this or that. This was the best book I’d ever read!
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I finished just about the time she walked back through the door. This was what I told her.
‘You’re incredible. Thanks for the roller-coaster ride. Now get your ass up there and finish Sail!” I was just like everyone else.

And here we are. M. Mabie is still pushing out books, her fifth just released—Roots and Wings. The last few years have been great. Meeting new people. Traveling. And, I’ve met a lot of other bad ass author husbands. I’m looking forward to it all.

Thanks for letting me ramble. I hope to meet many of you this year!

{{Hi. This is Mo. Hahaha. After I read what Danny wrote, I thought it would be fun to ask him some questions about what some of the other stuff was like. So, I interviewed him.}}
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Me: Hello, Danny. Thanks for agreeing to this interview.

Danny: *looks at me like I’m crazy, and full of shit* Come on.

Me: Okay. Okay. Do you think romance is important?

Danny: Yes. Great romance will make a relationship last.

Me: Have you ever been embarrassed by what I’ve written?

Danny: Never. One of the reasons I fell in love with you is because of your sense of humor. Your way with words is priceless.

Me: Do people ask you if you’ve done all of the stuff in my books.

Danny: Sometimes. I’ll have a laugh and say, “Maybe not all of it, but she got the idea somewhere.”

Me: Do you think my sex scenes are hot? From a male’s perspective?

Danny: The few that I’ve read are hot. You can paint a vivid picture, especially in a male frame of mind. Not necessarily Penthouse Letters, but damn close.
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Me: If you could read another author’s work, one that you know, who would you read?

Danny: I’ve met quite a few in the past year or so and had a good time getting to know them. Aly Martinez, Chelle Bliss, Tara Sivec and Pepper Winters to name a few. All four are great people, but different personalities.

Me: Are you an alpha male?

Danny: Not really. I suppose I have my moments, but I’m too lax to be the alpha.

Me: What is an HEA?

Danny: It’s a Happily Ever After.

Me: And a TBR?

Danny: It’s a To Be Read list.

Me: How about a blurb?

Danny: It’s the context on the back of a book that will give an idea of what the book is about. Sparks the interest of a new reader.

Me: Do you believe in love at first sight?

Danny: Yes, when I first glanced at you I fell in love.

Me: *swooning* Do I do anything funny when I’m deep in the writing cave?

Danny: Not necessarily when you’re writing, but in the plotting stage can be quite humorous. Hair in a top-knot. “Sorry I’m late.  Didn’t want to come” t-shirt, yoga pants, headphones on. All the while singing while you make coffee. The random texts while you’re writing can be funny, too. “Ravioli, Red Bull, Pringles and Beer.”

Me: What is the best part about being married to an author?

Danny: The random conversations. They could be about the plot or the business aspect. Never a dull moment. I enjoy watching people meet you out at signings and seeing their reactions after they’ve read your books.

​Me: Okay. I think that’s all. Thank you, Danny.

Danny: Sure. Thanks for having me take part.  

What It’s Like to Read my Wife’s (Ilsa Madden-Mills) Romance Books


I’ve known for years that Ilsa was a great writer because as a teacher she’d written plays and skits for different events and classes at the high school. She put her heart into making literature come alive for her students—and they adored her. In a nutshell, for eleven years she wrote slightly tame, although hilarious snippets about Romeo and Juliet, The Canterbury Tales, Pride and Prejudice, etc.

Then everything changed.

Picture me (Director of Product Development at a famous medical technology firm) headed out on a business trip, and she hands me a few pages to look over. “Here, honey. I wrote the beginning of a romance book. Will you read it?”

Of course, she’s a romance fan, but I personally had never read much (ahem … any) of the genre.  Like a true guy nerd, I’m into books like Game of Thrones and Wool. I kissed my sweet, wholesome wife good-bye and headed out to the airport. 

Somewhere at 30,000 feet I pulled out the pages to read.  The story wasn’t a true excerpt from any of her released novels and only about 5000 words.  The snippet began spectacularly, right in the middle of an action scene with the “colossal behemoth” hero fighting off nasty demons (paranormal/romance book).  Cool. I was pulled into the story immediately (good writing).  By the end of that chapter, the hero had “kicked ass” and began talking about his latest victory and where he should head next.  Typical boasting male. I could relate. I eagerly plowed ahead…

The next chapter focused on the heroine who worked at a hotel—mind you, this has been ten years ago, but I still remember the details vividly. Innocent to what lay ahead, I figured this scene was where the story would slow down to introduce the other characters. No. No. No. Suddenly the heroine describes a premonition dream of her and the hero. Things start to get a little steamy—okay a lot—and the heroine notices the hero’s “bulging cock” (Did my wife just write the word COCK?).  Next thing I know the hero is ripping clothes, all kinds of things are pulsating, and suddenly—BAM—penetration! (Did my wife really just write that?!)

Not only did I realize that my wife is a very talented writer who could make readers feel the same emotions and feelings that the characters were feeling, but I realized my own cock had started to bulge.  About that time I felt a hand on my shoulder and a flight attendant asked me if I wanted a drink.  The blood drained from my face. “Diet Coke,” I sputtered out. Fumbling around, the pages promptly went back into the brief case, and I started to think about college football.  Go Vols.

I’ve since made a rule, no reading the wife’s writing on public transportation—only at home.

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How it feels to be married to Bestselling Author M. Robinson…

Where do I begin?

Somewhere between these characters that talk to her, the ones that she expects me to know who they are like we hung out with them last weekend or something.
To when I find her crying on the couch, listening to classical music with the computer placed on her lap like someone just died, because of said characters.
To the times I catch her talking to these characters in the shower like they are in there washing her back.
 
As I guess creativity is a beautiful thing, it is also a rather freighting thing as well. Especially when you are married to it.
 
I’ve heard that authors draw from their lives and use creativity to fill in the blanks. M definitely does that to the point that family and friends joke they have to be careful what they do, or say or they will live famously through her writings. As for myself, I’m pretty sure every smartass, controlling, possessive, domineering, alpha male shit, as she calls it, or just being an asshole in general thing I have ever done has probably been depicted somehow by one of her glorious Casanovas.

I wish I could say all the sexual exploits were all me throughout, but I cant… Just 90% of them. Kidding… Not really. Actually if you haven’t noticed, she is quite the dirty little girl. The amount of porn this woman watches would make Hugh Hefner blush.
No complaints here.
 
The absolute worst part of the writing process, at least for M, and what I deal with is she is a huge procrastinator. It drives me fucking crazy. She will actually write “The End” and upload the book within 10 min. That does not even highlight the emotional stress brought on by this procrastination, but I will give her praise where praise is due. She gets them done. Done right and on time, some fucking how. Don’t think though I will ever let up on her. I like to credit myself for being the one that kicks her in her pretty little ass to get things done, for without me she’d be lost. But I won’t lie I would be lost without her as well.
 
My beautiful tiny wife the writer: Damn she is a pain in the ass. That being said she is also a very talented, creative, and persistent writer. I am proud of M’s success and her passion for what she does. She devotes her life to these characters she so beautifully portrays in her writings, and if she has to talk to invisible people and shed a few tears every once and while, so be it.
 
My wife rocks as writer and she is damn fucking sexy doing it!