Tuesday, May 24, 2016

#NewRelease: What the Heiress Wants + A Sale

It's release week again, WordWranglers! The second book in my Billionaire Cowboys trilogy (Connor and Miranda's story) released on Monday!! That's the cover over there. Isn't is a little bit sexy and dangerous and ... pretty? I love it because it says Las Vegas to me...and you guys know my love for Vegas!

The trilogy is set in Las Vegas (naturally), and the characters split time fairly equally between the Rocking R (the brother's ranch) and their downtown Las Vegas businesses.

And here's a fun thing: to celebrate the release of book 2, you can pick up the first book, What the Bachelor Gets, for only 99 cents for a limited time!

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Here's a little peek into What the Heiress Wants:

She tidied the break room and rinsed out the coffee pot. She went to her office and filed her copies of the new designs. She flicked off the light. Put her fingers to her lips.
She could still feel him against her. The firmness of his mouth, the feel of his tongue in her mouth. How her breasts had flattened against his chest, and the way the hair at his nape tickled her fingers. At least twenty times since last night, she had pushed thoughts of the kiss away, and they kept coming back.
It will fade. The memories will fade with time.
It had only been one day. A volatile, dramatic day. And, really, her reaction to that first kiss was likely rolled into his asking her to help with the redesign. His acceptance of the new health plan. For the first time, someone was taking her ideas seriously. That someone had kissed her. It was all related.
Wasn’t it?
Through the thin pane of glass in her office door, she could see Connor’s closed door. He would still be in there, working. There was one way to figure out if her reaction to his kiss was based on physical chemistry or on his listening to her ideas and treating her as an equal.
Miranda swallowed. This was a very bad idea.
She needed to know.
Before she could talk herself out of it, Miranda marched across the hall and opened Connor’s door. He still sat at his desk, tapping away at the keyboard. She didn’t give him time to react. Miranda walked across the room, turned his chair to face her, and put her hands on either side of his beautiful face. His blue eyes widened in surprise, and his pupils dilated. Her palms tingled.
And she kissed him. His lips were firm against hers, but for a split second he only sat there, as if stunned. Then his arms wound around her waist, and he pulled her down to him. Chest to chest, sitting on Connor’s lap, Miranda sank deeper into the kiss. She put her arms around his neck. He traced the line of her jaw with the tips of his fingers.
Miranda opened her mouth to him, and Connor pushed his tongue inside. He tasted like pizza and soda, and Miranda thought it was the headiest combination she might ever experience. She leaned her head back, and his mouth found the sensitive spot beneath her chin as his hands began playing along her ribs the way they had played against the keyboard a few minutes before.
Sensations zinged along her nerve endings. Connor’s hands at her ribs. His mouth on her throat. She could feel the bulge of his erection beside her hip. It was a powerful feeling, knowing she had this effect on him.
The phone rang, and the sound was like a bucket of icy water from Lake Mead being thrown over her head. They were at work. He was her boss. He controlled her employment, her salary, nearly every aspect of her life in Las Vegas. This was inappropriate on so many levels.
Miranda pulled back, putting a few scant inches of space between them. “This wasn’t a good idea.”
“It certainly wasn’t a bad one.”
“No.” She shook her head and motioned her hands between them. “I thought maybe my reaction last night was a combination of you validating my ideas and the late night dinner.”
“It’s called chemistry.”
She couldn’t have this conversation still sitting on his lap. Still feeling his hardness against her hip. Miranda stood and then smoothed her hands along her skirt. “Regardless …” She backed away until she felt the doorknob at the small of her back. “You said it was my decision. And my decision is that this shouldn’t happen again. I’m sorry.”



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Sunday, May 1, 2016

#NewRelease: Protecting the Quarterback

It's release day! It's release day! I'm so excited, you guys, Protecting the Quarterback is here! This is my new Harlequin Superromance, and it's all about football and reporters and injuries and falling in love with the right person at the absolutely wrong time...and I just can't wait for you all to read it!

Buy Protecting the Quarterback: Amazon   BN   iBooks   KOBO   Harlequin

We're going to have a LOT of fun over the next few days. There is a Facebook party tomorrow, celebrating the release. We'll have trivia and games and guest authors and fun prizes...you can party in your PJs all night! The link to the party is here. I'll also have information about a blog tour coming up.

I shared a quickie excerpt a couple of weeks ago, and you can read it here.  Meanwhile, here's part two of that excerpt, where things start to get just a leeeeetle bit out of hand...thanks for helping me celebrate the book release!
~Kristina

Excerpt from Protecting the Quarterback:

“Jonas.” Her quiet voice snapped him back to the parking lot. “Why don’t you not take me home?”
His stomach muscles tightened as the words slipped from her lips in that slow drawl.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded, and he knew he wouldn’t take her home, not just yet.
When he was behind the wheel, Brooks took his hand in hers and turned her face to watch the buildings passing by. The sun was beginning to set when he pulled into the parking lot of the condo where he’d spent the first few years of his contract with the team. Several other players lived there during the season, but the place was mostly a ghost town now. He parked in his designated spot and then somehow they were inside the glass-and-chrome decorated living room.
Memorabilia lined the walls and a low, white couch sat behind a glass-topped coffee table. He cringed. It was too perfect. Too planned out.
Too much like the other times he’d brought a woman here. Maybe he should have taken her to a hotel. There was still time, he could—
“Wow,” she said, drawing her index finger over the smooth surface of a table lined with photographs of him during games or at press conferences. God, he’d been such a schmuck with the decorating of this place. “This is not what I expected.”
“My interior designer has very specific tastes,” he said lamely. Definitely, definitely should have taken her anywhere but this condo.
She presented herself as the girl next door, but there was a little bit of siren in her now, which made his heartbeat kick up a notch. Brooks made her way around the room and he couldn’t take his eyes off her as she moved. Slowly and sinuously. Taking in everything around her. This was a different Brooks than the woman he thought he’d known over the past week. That woman was businesslike most of the time. The moments she let her guard down, like when she talked to the kids without that microphone in tow, though, she was irresistible. Impossible not to watch or wonder about. It was one of those moments that made him ask her out for dinner. That dinner had led them here.
Jonas met her at the kitchen counter, put his hands on her hips and turned her to face him.
“It was a date,” he said and bent his head so he could taste her lips. She was sweet, as he’d imagined so many times over the past few days. She wound her arms around his neck and slanted her mouth, giving him better access to the sweetness that was Brooks. He squeezed his hands around her waist and she shivered. “It was always a date,” he said again and began walking her down the hallway to the bedroom.

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Friday, April 29, 2016

#FridayReads: What the Bachelor Gets

Time for another Friday Reads, lovely readers, and this time we're going to Las Vegas! In February the first book in my new Billionaire Cowboys series released, and I'm going to share a little tidbit with you from the first book, What the Bachelor Gets, which is on sale now! Book 2 releases in just over a month ~ yay!

Reviewers are absolutely loving the series; here's a peek at what a few are saying:

"It's impossible not to fall in love with a story by Kristina Knight. I felt right at home with these characters. Gage and Callie kept me on my toes!" ~USA Today Bestselling Author, Nikki Lynn Barrett

OneClickAddict Blog:
5 stars "This was my first book by Kristina Knight but it certainly won't be the last. She had me hooked in just a few short chapters, made me fall in love with her characters and stay glued to my seat until the very last page.... Loved Callie, she's strong and self sufficient, not happy about getting help from a friend. And Gage, not a shark or playboy as some would make him out to be, he's got a heart of gold and a pocket full of cash that gets him what he wants in business. I read this one in one sitting, it will suck you in and keep you turning the pages til the end!"

Nicole, Nicole's Book Musings:

     4stars "I really enjoyed this one. I like when the characters have a history especially from their childhood. Callie and Gage have a working relationship, but the attraction is their between them just waiting to flair up.  Neither want to make that step, but the chemistry is just too much to deny."

Excerpt from What the Bachelor Gets:

Standing still in an elevator really shouldn’t be this hard. The mirrored doors had swooshed closed about five seconds before. Callie stood beside him, leather attaché slung over her shoulder and hands clasped before her, watching the numbers count down, down, down.
Gage resisted the urge to pull at his tie. But counting down the numbers on the elevator screen wasn’t nearly as interesting as watching Callie.
He’d been watching her, goading her a little, since he’d realized it was her across the table from him and not a stranger. Not that he could call Callie a friend when he hadn’t spoken to her in ten years. She was an acquaintance. That was a good word.
The fact did nothing to temper his response to her. She’d heated up the office. Now she was turning the elevator into a veritable inferno. From the top of her oh-so-blonde head—had her hair always been this shimmery?—to the tips of her oh-so-red toenails, she made him want things.
Drinks on the beach. A quiet dinner by candlelight.
He’d never thought of her this way in the past. She was just Callie. The girl who helped him master calculus, cheered at his football games, and rode her favorite horse beside his lake on hot summer days. The gorgeous woman standing beside him was so different from the buddy he remembered.
The old Callie was smart and tenacious, which made the new Callie a good investment. The old Callie was dedicated to her work—another mark in New Callie’s favor. The biggest mark in her favor, though, was the empty space in his new development. A space that would be perfect for Callie’s business, while also filling a hole in his.
Plus, under the polish of her suit, he could still see his friend. The mistiness of her gaze when she talked about her parents leaving town, the fierce grip when she squeezed her hands together as she made her pitch.
“Have you been to a Rebels game since you got back?” he asked.
Small talk. He hated small talk.
“I’m not much for basketball.”
“It’s actually still football season, but the first preseason basketball games start in a couple weeks. We should catch a game sometime.”
Shut up, Gage. Just shut up. He didn’t ask business associates out. What the hell was wrong with him?
“Oh.”
“You love football.”
A smile spread across her face. “Mostly I loved the space that cheerleading took up in the ‘extracurricular’ column of my college applications.”
“Oh.” How had he never caught that she wasn’t into sports?

Better question: how had his radar missed Callie, in general, all those years ago?

***End Excerpt

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