My mom likes to tell people, now that I’m a published author and all, that I was born writing. I’m pretty sure that isn’t true. I mean, I’ve seen newborns and not one has been holding a pencil with the intention of writing. The intention of poking something – likely their own eye -, yes. The intention of writing? No.
But I did start reading early and as soon as I started reading I started getting these ideas for my own stories. So I’d tell myself a story as I fell asleep (who needs a 9PM bedtime, I mean, the scandal!) or while we were on long car trips or while I was bored in church (shhhhh, don’t tell my mom that part) or really any other time I wanted to be somewhere else. And, yeah, that includes spelling time and math time and pretty much any other time that didn’t involve a fun book to read.
I read the Ramona books and I was Ramona. The Fudge books and I could so relate. Then I graduated to the Sweet Valley High books and thought, those girls have the life! I wanted to be one of those girls until I stumbled upon a stash of Lois Duncan books in the school library and then I wanted to be a kind of girl detective (Nancy Drew was an inspiration, too).
Somewhere along the line I realized I wanted to experience all of the stories in those books and that in one lifetime, well, there just wasn’t enough time. So I started writing my stories down. As soon as I set pencil to paper to write a story of my own, I was hooked. I’d write pirate adventures and first romances (you know, the kind where a teenage girl meets a teenage boy? Sigh) and coming of age stories.
It wasn’t until after I’d worked in TV for a while that I thought seriously of writing my own books and actually sending them to an editor and may, possibly (dare I hope) one of those editors would like what I wrote and maybe turn it into a ‘real’ book.
My road has taken a few detours – TV reporting, PR person for a non-profit, freelance writer, mom – but all of those roads were lined with books. I have my mother to thank for that, because although I’m positive I wasn’t born writing…I’m also positive that my love of books comes from her.
Thank you, all, for hanging out with me today! Read on for a sneak peek into my new contemporary romance, The Daughter He Wanted!
Book Details:
The Daughter He Wanted, Harlequin Superromance, January 2015
The Daddy Surprise
Since the loss of his wife, Alex Ryan has been living a half-life. But with one phone call, Alex discovers he’s the biological father of a four-year-old girlÂ…and everything changes.
Single mom Paige Kenner preferred to have a family without the man. Now suddenly there’s Alex, who desperately wants to be a father to her little girl. A gorgeous, kind and committed father. Letting a stranger into their lives is far too dangerous—especially if his presence stirs a part of Paige that she longs to forgetÂ….
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Excerpt:
“You don’t have to do this.â€
“Do what?â€
“Make nice with me. Pretend you’re interested in my class. Just because we aren’t dating, it doesn’t mean I would keep Kaylie from you.â€
Alex tilted his head. “That thought never entered my mind. As I said, I like talking to you.â€
Paige bit her lower lip. “But, why? I’m not… You don’t…â€
“You’re not my type? I don’t know you? True enough on the second. As for the first, I’ve never really had a type,†he lied. He had had a type and it was all Deanna from the first moment they met—freckles and short legs and blonde hair. Now it was all Paige, and that was unsettling. But the more he tried to push her from his mind the more firmly she seemed entrenched there.
“I was going to say it’s too soon. But I kind of feel like I’ve been saying that for a week.†The words were harsh but her voice wasn’t. There was a question there, one he couldn’t define. A curiosity.
He stepped closer and couldn’t resist touching his finger to the soft skin under her chin. He felt the touch like a lightning bolt burning along his nerve endings and when he spoke his voice was deeper than normal. “I like you, Paige Kenner, and if all I get are these chance meetings at the grocery store, that is okay with me.â€
She wavered. Just for a second, but Alex was so focused on her he couldn’t miss it. For one second, she leaned slightly toward him and her mouth opened just a hair. He could feel her breath on his skin, could smell her fruity shampoo and something richer, darker beneath that. Perfume, maybe.
He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. Just the slightest touch, and then she straightened and opened her car door.
“B-broken record or not, it is too soon.†She straightened her perfectly straight jacket and sat behind the wheel. “I won’t change my mind, you know. Not because you just kissed me under the parking lot light or because we buy the same brand of mac and cheese or because you asked about my work.â€
Alex stepped back and flexed his hands against the cart handle as if that might ground him from the chemistry he was feeling. “I know.â€
“Us going on a date is too much pressure. It’s too soon.â€
“Okay.†He agreed because “too soon†was so much better than the never he got on Sunday.
Once upon a time, Kristina Knight spent her days running from car crash to fire to meetings with local police–no, she wasn’t a troublemaker, she was a journalist. Her career took her all over the United States, writing about everything from a serial killer’s capture to the National Finals Rodeo. Along the way she found her very own Knight in Shining Cowboy Boots and an abiding love for romance novels. And just like the characters from her favorite books, she’s living her own happily ever after.
Kristina writes sassy contemporary romance novels; her books have appeared on Kindle Best Seller Lists. She loves hearing from readers, so drop her a line!
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