I started this publishing journey seven years ago. When I allow myself the space to sit with that knowledge, I’m struck by how wild it is.

The little girl who constantly made up stories to entertain her sibling. The preteen who put pen to paper to deal with some tough situations. The teenager who dreamt of one day seeing her name as more than a by-line in her school paper … grew up to write a freaking book.

A lot of years passed before my dream came to fruition. Life happened. I became a wife. Then a mother. Life was beautifully chaotic filled with blessings and hardships. I barely had enough time to write more than a grocery list much less anything else.

The year I turned 40, I hit publish on my first book, Healing the Broken.

I’ve penned and published seven novels. When I think about that it blows my mind. You see, I have a thing for the number seven. My first date with my husband was on June 7th, we were engaged on September 7th and married on February 7th. Seven is my lucky number. I couldn’t let my 7th Publiversary pass without taking a moment to reflect on this journey. Appreciating the accomplishment instead of comparing myself to authors who’ve written ten times more than I have. Feeling grateful for the experiences I’ve had and the people I’ve met. Feeling blessed by every reader who has ever reached out to share how my words made a difference for them. Feeling so incredibly thankful for each soul who has supported me, especially my husband and daughter who have witnessed me at my worst.

It’s been more than two years since I hit publish. I feel more inspired every single day and I’m manifesting my 8th novel will be in the wild sometime this year.

Thank you for this moment and indulging me in my reflective ramblings.

Until next time,

xoxo K.

Creative Casanova is LIVE!

“What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?” 

When Ryder DeLuca posed that question to me at my cousin’s wedding reception, the last thing I expected was to end up in his bed. 

I was the kind of woman who lived inside the lines – until I broke the rules for a smooth-talking, creative Casanova. 

I really shouldn’t have been surprised when I woke up alone in his hotel room.   

Three years later, our worlds collided once more, and this time, I wasn’t only caught off guard by Ryder’s sexy, dimpled smirk, but also by the little boy standing at his side.  

A little boy he never mentioned, who looked just like him and was old enough to be one of my kindergarten students. 

The minute Ryder extended his hand to introduce himself, it was clear I had simply been another notch on his bedpost. 

Anyone in my shoes would have assumed the same thing I did – that Ryder DeLuca was nothing more than a womanizing jerk. 

Then again, you know what they say about assuming, don’t you?  

Both of us were marred by a past we couldn’t change, but with a little help from fate, two geriatric cupids, and a dog named Turtle, we just might get our second chance.

I’d spent years erecting walls around my heart, laying brick upon brick until I’d created an expanse so high and wide that I’d made it impossible for anyone to breach. I was a captive in a prison constructed by my own hands.

More than anything, I wanted to break free.

Are you ready for book two in the small town Maplewood Falls series?

Where Love Lives is an interconnected standalone novel and it’s Easton (Saylor’s older brother from Where Forever Ends) and Molly’s story.

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Tropes: Older brother, unexpected pregnancy, second chance

Cover and Blurb Reveal

 

I’ve started and deleted this post about twenty times.

Writing this book was a journey like none I’ve ever experienced. When I began Saylor’s story, all I knew was it would be a single mom/ older brother’s best friend story. I had no idea how much I would fall in love, not only with Jase, but with Colin as well. There is a depth to these characters. Saylor is raw without being weak. Jase loves her enough to bide his time. Saylor’s son Knox brings humor to this story.

The town of Maplewood Falls is fictional, but it’s a place I want to live and I hope you’ll feel the same way.

For all my readers that are wondering, just in case you didn’t read the acknowledgements, Easton’s story is next.

Thank you for reading and for being on this incredible journey with me.