Featured Author: Kristina Knight
Kristina Knight is this week’s featured author! What makes this especially fun for me Kristi is a friend of mine and a wonderful author that I’m so excited to get to give a little shout out for. Seriously, if you’ve not read a Kristina Knight Romance, you need to remedy that!
Before we get to the interview, let me share a bit more about Knight.
Kristina Knight: The Bio
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!
Tell us about your latest release?
Hi, readers! What the Gambler Risks is the third book in my Billionaire Cowboys trilogy – the books follow three brothers (Gage, Connor and Jase) raised on a ranch just outside Las Vegas. In Gambler, we get to know Jase (the eldest), who is (naturally) a professional gambler and game developer…and Sabrina – a list-making non-gambler who can’t seem to stay away from Jase!
Are you a plotter or pantser?
A little of both, actually. I usually have a loose synopsis that I work from that gives me some major turning points. However, I don’t always stick to those turning points – that’s where the pantsing comes in!
What was the most difficult part of the publishing process for you?
Figuring out the goals and motivations of my characters. The first three chapters usually get *several* makeovers until I have those goals and motivation clear in my head.
How about the most fun?
Dialogue! Sometimes it’s more fun than others, but I love the banter between characters – it’s my favorite thing!
What inspired you to write your first book?
My first book is What a Texas Girl Wants, and I kept seeing my heroine waking up on a beach with a wedding ring on her hand…but not knowing what happened to put it there. The story flowed from that initial snippet of a scene.
Do you have any writing rituals? (Time of day to write, must have beverages? Etc?)
I’ve usually got an ice-cold Coke or lemonade nearby, and my favorite candle (salted caramel from Yankee Candle) burning…those are my main rituals.
Who is your go-to author, the one you know you can always count on to deliver a great story?
Nora Roberts is one of my favorites, I also love Liz Flaherty’s books (her characters completely come to life!), and Tara Taylor Quinn.
What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
All kinds of things – my daughter is a swimmer, so I can usually be found at a pool. Or going for walks. Catching up on my reading. Sewing – I have a couple of wall-hangings for RadioMan that are woefully behind schedule!
What do you think makes a good story?
I think characters make the story. I love a silly or dramatic situation, but it’s the characters and how they react to those situations that get me invested in the books!
As a child, what did you want to do when you grew up?
So many things! I flirted with the idea of being a police officer for a while, and then I thought about being a baseball announcer, a newspaper reporter, a teacher. . .the good thing about being a writer is that I can be all of those things, for a little while, with each book I write.
What projects are you working on at the present?
I’ve just started a new series, set in fictional Slippery Rock, Missouri. There are four books contracted right now, and they’ll start releasing in 2017 – I’m having a such a great time with the small town atmosphere and characters that I can’t wait to get to my desk every morning!
THIS OR THAT
- Breakfast or no breakfast? – Breakfast – especially if it includes syrup!
- Eggs or pancakes? – Pancakes (see the syrup answer above!)
- Pork Bacon or Turkey Bacon? – Neither!
- Scrambled or Over Easy Eggs? – Scrambled
- White or Wheat Bread? – Wheat
- Macaroni Salad or Potato Salad? – potato salad
- Mashed Potatoes or Baked Potatoes? – Baked! And loaded with all the good stuff!
- Hot Dogs or Hamburgers? – hamburgers
- Cookie Dough or Cookies from Scratch? – from scratch!
- Pumpkin Pie or Apple Pie? – pumpkin
- Ice Cream or Frozen Yogurt? – Fro-Yo!
- Taco Bell or McDonalds? – Neither, again!
- Carrabba’s or Olive Garden? – Olive Garden
- Sweet or Sour? – Yes!
- Sushi or Smoked Fish? – Ick on both!
- Chicken Nuggets or Chicken Fingers? – Fingers…although I’m always wondering what part of the chicken the fingers come from…
- French Fries or Salad? – Fries (although I’m trying to eat more salads!)
- Pringles or Lays? – Lays
- Salt and Vinegar or Sour Cream and Onion? – Sour Cream & Onion
- Coke or Pepsi? – COKE!
- Surge Soda or Mellow Yellow? – MelloYello
- Black Coffee or Cream and Sugar? – Neither (I like the smell of coffee but not the taste!)
- Gatorade or Powerade? – Ice Mountain Powerade, please!
What The Gambler Risks
Best-selling author Kristina Knight’s Billionaire Cowboys are back for one final ride with this seductive story of long-simmering feelings and hot Vegas nights.
Twenty-something ice queen Sabrina Smith enjoys the fame and fortune she’s found writing self-help books for a largely female audience. Her readers hang on every word of how the Vegas Virgin – an unflattering and inaccurate moniker given to her by a local shock jock – juggles dating, working, and friendships in Sin City.
And that’s why Jase Reeves spells trouble.
Jase knows Sabrina’s secret – that she’s not nearly as cold as she would like people to think – and he’s through keeping it. He didn’t intend to have a one-night stand with the Vegas Virgin, but now he can’t get her out of his head. And he can’t keep living this lie.
With Jase back at the tables in Vegas, Sabrina has one goal: stay away from the handsome gambler before he melts her career – and her heart.
Sensuality Level: Sensual
“Kristina Knight does it again! If you like relatable characters that you fall in love with from page one, amazing sexual tension, a story line that keeps you turning the pages, and snappy dialogue then you’ll love What the Gambler Risks. Ms. Knight is one of my favorite authors and her stories never disappoint, making it hard for me to pick a favorite from all her titles. If you haven’t read one of her books, you definitely need to.” ~ Christine Warner – author of The Friends First series with Entangled Publishing
“Kristina Knight gets me hooked- What a great start to a sexy new series! I felt right at home with these characters. Gage and Callie (What the Bachelor Gets) kept me on my toes!” ~ USA Today Bestselling Author Nikki Lynn Barrett
“In What the Heiress Wants, Kristina Knight writes a riveting story of corporate espionage and spying with delightful characters you find yourself rooting for and falling in love with.” ~ Sharon Cullen, USA Today Bestselling Author
“One more hand. Winner buys the loser a drink?”
She tilted her water bottle toward him. “I already have a drink.”
Jase snickered but was careful to keep the sound light and friendly. “That’s not a drink.” He lifted his glass of soda water with lime to his mouth. Most people wouldn’t consider the contents of his glass a real drink, either, but he rarely drank when he played. Alcohol and cards did not mix well in Jase’s opinion. “What do you have to lose?” he pressed.
“We’ll see,” she said, not meeting his gaze directly, and he was 75 percent positive she was on her way to a yes.
The dealer switched decks and then dealt the cards. Jase had random cards in his hands, but he didn’t care. The woman studied her hand, one manicured nail tapping against the cards. Considering.
“Twenty,” she said, throwing a chip on the table.
“Raise to forty,” Jase said, tossing two chips on the table. The best plan of attack when the cards in his hand were useless was to make her think he held something amazing. He didn’t bluff in real card games, but despite her two wins, he didn’t peg this woman as a true card player. If she were a regular player, she wouldn’t be so transparent about what she held in her hands.
The woman blinked, and her teeth began nibbling at her lower lip.
“Are you in?” he asked, a bit more forcefully than was necessary.
Her finger tapped faster against the cards in her hand. “I’ll take three,” she said and slid three cards to the dealer.
As soon as her new cards were in her hands, Jase said, “I’ll stand.” And he stacked his worthless cards with all the careless confidence he used in high-stakes games around the globe. The kind of confidence that made big-time, big-money gamblers think twice about going against him in the second betting round.
The woman circled her index finger around her remaining green chip, considering her options. Call, take the gamble, lose, and have a drink with him. Of course, it would take a truly pitiful hand to lose to what he held. She could fold and have a drink with him. She could also call his bluff and, depending on the cards in her own hand, win. He didn’t like the thought of her winning, but if her winning at the table landed the two of them at the bar, was it really a loss for him?
“Call,” she said, and Jase felt a wave of admiration for his opponent. Which was not good, because if she was calling she had to have something in her hand, and he had a big, fat zero. Which meant she would win. Jase didn’t like to lose, especially at poker, not even when it was a friendly game instead of a high-stakes match with thousands of dollars to lose.
She laid down her cards: three queens, a two, and a ten.
“Three of a kind. Nice.”
“I was hoping for a full house.”
“I was hoping you’d fold, so I could buy you that drink,” he said and laid his cards—all four suits, random order—on the table.
“Nice bluff, I almost folded.”
“If it had been a better bluff, you would have folded.” He watched her for a moment across the table. “Now you have to buy me the drink; all in all, not a bad night at the table.”
The woman pushed back from the table, pulling the pot in the middle to her side. Jase pocketed the chips he had left in his stack. “I never agreed to that bed,” she said, and her hands stilled over the chips. Her gaze flicked to his, and despite the dim light, he saw the flush that crept over her cheeks.
“And here I thought we were just talking about a drink. I have to tell you, I’m not the kind of guy to go off to a strange woman’s hotel room after a lousy hand of poker,” he said with mock outrage.
“Bet. I meant bet.”