Book Review: Sin Bin Box Set

“Loved this complete box set of The Sin Bin novels from Dahlia Donovan! I had never read any of these before and I just plowed through them in a few days! They were a lot of fun to read…lots of different themes and no two sets of main characters the same. ”

~ Samantha C on Amazon, 4 Stars

Book Sale: Sin Bin Box Set

Grab the entire Sin Bin Box Set for 99c Jan 11 – 18th.

Are you ready to fall off the pitch and into love? You can do so in Dahlia Donovan’s international bestselling gay romance series, The Sin Bin. Each book features hot rugby players and the men who steal their hearts.

Welcome to the Sin Bin.

For years, these rugby players have fought side by side—sometimes against one another—on the pitch until their beloved game abandoned them to the sidelines permanently. What happens to those gloried for performances on the field once they’re no longer able to play? Follow BC, Tens, Scottie, and their friends as they struggle through figuring out life post rugby.

Can they find themselves?

Will they find love?

The Sin Bin Series Box Set features every book—seven in total—from The Wanderer to Haka Ever After. Plus, enjoy the three bonus shorts to catch up with the incredible Sin Bin characters.

Book Review: Sin Bin Box Set

“Loved this complete box set of The Sin Bin novels from Dahlia Donovan! I had never read any of these before and I just plowed through them in a few days! They were a lot of fun to read…lots of different themes and no two sets of main characters the same. ”

~ Samantha C on Amazon, 4 Stars

So Long Farewell.

(Ten points if the song is now stuck in your head. Sorry, not sorry.)

Saying goodbye to a book series is always bittersweet as an author…and as a reader. Saturday was a book release day for me. Haka Ever After came out and is the last of my Sin Bin series. I’m excited to move forward to new projects but heartbroken to leave my retired rugby lads behind.

It’s tricky, I think, to figure out where a series should end. There’s always a part of me that wonders about different characters whose story I didn’t tell. But then, my muse runs away toward a new shiny idea, and I don’t get a chance to be sad about ending my series.

I never intended to write The Sin Bin. In fact, I wasn’t supposed to write the story that inspired the series–After the Scrum. I had a completely different idea planned for NaNoWriMo 2015, but I made the mistake of watching a rugby match.

Big mistake.

Francis and Caddock sprung to life, giving me barely a week or two to prepare before November. And then, somehow, Graham decided his story wanted out in The Wanderer. Each tale led into the next.

It’s quite strange to look back on the series now. One of those moments where you can’t quite believe what you’ve accomplished. All those words on paper. It’s exhausting just to think about.

I’m proud of my rugby lads.

I’ll miss them.

But, I’m no to the next adventure.

If you’re a writer, do you find yourself missing a series when you’ve finished it?

Or as a reader, do you prefer to read a series or standalones?



The Peanut Gallery (A Sin Bin Flash Fiction)

In celebration of my upcoming Sin Bin release, Haka Ever After. I decided to do a small flash fiction event. Today’s the third (and last) one titled, The Peanut Gallery. It features several characters from the series.

“Ten quid says they break a hip.” Graham dropped onto the grass in between Freddie and Francis. Several of their other friends sat on either side of them, watching the group of former rugby players tossing around a ball. “Who thought a game in the back garden of the Inn was a brilliant plan?”

“You.” Francis nudged him in the side and laughed when Graham stuck his tongue out at him. “You and your twin thought this nonsense up. We tried to talk you out of it.”

“What’s this we shit?” Freddie snickered on the other side of him. “I’ve no issues watching Taine strut his stuff without a shirt on. Plus, I’ve got twenty quid that says one of them goes tumbling off the cliff.”

“They’d better not.” Sarah, Remi’s wife, glared fiercely at the group of men on the makeshift field of play. “Why aren’t any of you playing?”

“I’m the medic.” Freddie lifted the first aid kit that he’d brought with him. “And I have a brain in my head that tells me I’d be squashed like a bug underneath the louts.”

Francis dropped his hand on the head of his ever-present service dog, Sherlock. “I don’t run for anything other than antiques.”

“Bet you’d run to catch up with Caddock.” Rupert ruffled Francis’s hair on his way past them. He glanced back at his twin with a smirk. “Not joining us, Grimmie?”

“Me?” Graham shook his head with a laugh. “Dr Gen told me not to risk a concussion.”

“Dr Gen didn’t tell you shit.” Genevieve threw a tiny pebble at him. “Dr Gen is keeping herself out of this.”

“Aren’t you supposed to protect your patients?” Graham caught the pebble and tossed it to the side. “I might bruise. I’m a sensitive sort.”

“Oh, you’re something.” She laughed.

“Why don’t you and Sarah play?” Graham shot back at her.

“And show them up by kicking their arses?” Sarah grinned over her cup of tea. “Besides, can you see Remi’s reaction if someone so much as bumped me on the field?”

“Right. Pancaked into the ground in a second flat.” Graham had seen how overly protective the massive Frenchman tended to get with his wife, even though Sarah could handle herself quite well. “Might be amusing to watch.”

“Have they figured out we’re laughing at them?” Francis handed over the bowl of popcorn. They’d come prepared for the entertainment with a variety of snacks and tea. “Is an ambulance on standby just in case?”

Freddie snagged the bowl from him. “Not a chance. Let them enjoy their delusions of grandeur.”

“They’re not half bad.” Graham’s gaze followed BC as he ploughed through his friends with the ball tucked tightly under his arm. “Not convinced it won’t end up in broken bones.”

“Bones do get brittle as we age,” Freddie commented.

“As long as they don’t break the important bits.” Sarah laughed when her husband knocked BC off his feet.

“Like the ones between their legs.” Graham managed to keep a straight face until Freddie choked on a kernel of popcorn. “Most important bone in the body.”

The Peanut Gallery © 2018 by Dahlia Donovan

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