Today my spotlight shines on Kristina Knight and her rocking new trilogy, Anthem. Light my Fire is already out, Start me Up released yesterday and Call Me drops October 5th. Lucky you, I’m sharing all three today.
Book 1: Light My Fire
Lily MacIntyre’s life is offtrack, and she knows exactly how to right it: shed her America’s sweetheart image in a big way. Getting down and dirty in a limo with rocker Nate Lansford seems like the perfect solution. Plus, she’s had a mad crush on him practically since birth. The only problem? Nate is her brother’s best friend…and he doesn’t see her as anything other than a surrogate little sister.
Matchmaker Nina Wright might work in LA but she keeps Hollywood types off her client list. She doesn’t need their drama and she doesn’t like the way so many of them exchange lovers like last year’s accessories. But she needs one happy, high-profile client to get her business off the tabloid pages and back on solid ground.
Hollywood hottie Chase MacIntyre wants the gossip surrounding his lastest fling to stop and he knows exactly how to do it: show up on his next red carpet with a new woman and once he meets Nina Wright he knows she is the woman to stop the presses.
The problem? Once they’re under cover, this business-only agreement is definitely too hot to handle…
Katrina Phillips is itchy. The job that has always challenged her seems stifling, her friends are all pairing off and she’s been without male companionship for seven long months.
Josh Hanna is paying off a debt: fly to LA, play backup for the house band during the season finale of Star Power and then back to his boring – and sober – life in San Francisco.
But five years hasn’t been long enough to douse the flames between them, and its hard to remember why things went so badly in the first place…
KO – https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/call-me-13
Want a taste of Book 2? Start Me Up:
She sat back, crossing her arms over her chest. “You can’t be serious.”
His posture was the exact opposite of hers. Everything about him was opposite. Where she wore a pretty Stella McCartney blouse and prim pencil skirt, he wore ripped jeans and a tight black tee. Her strappy Manolos hadn’t a single scratch. His Dr. Martens had to be from 1999 and looked like they’d cleaned up after one too many groupies in the green room.
You’re in control here, Nina. You’re the professional. He’s the client. Shoo him away like the ass he really is.
Oh, but what a fine ass he has, the part of her brain she was definitely not listening to today said.
“I assure you I’m serious. I need a non-clingy, well-proportioned date for a gala fundraiser in two days and I’d prefer she have no illusions as to what this is about.” He sat forward in his chair and Nina was sure she saw his abs ripple. She caught her breath and then forced her gaze from the spectacle and back to those blue-blue eyes. And promptly forgot to breathe again. “The money raised will keep music programs in at least fifteen local schools. To keep the cash coming I need the headlines to be about the event, not my social life.”
“Then you should go alone.”
“Going alone will keep the gossip rags talking. What I need is a pretty date for a one- night-only performance.”
Nina blew out the breath she’d been holding. She didn’t believe for a second this was a mercy date situation. More like a mercy hookup. She didn’t do hookups. Her business set up marriage minded people who were matched based on an algorithm her aunt developed ten years before. An algorithm that had made the company a go-to in Los Angeles.
She shot a glance out the window at the press corps on the sidewalk below her window.
Well, until this morning, anyway.
“I think you’ve got my firm confused with…something else entirely, but for future reference—” she typed a few words into the search engine on her computer and flipped the screen to face him “—I am a matchmaker. A noun, meaning one who arranges relationships or marriages.” She opened the next tab and gestured to the computer screen. “I am not a madam, although madams are also nouns. There is a very large, very cavernous area between matchmaking and houses of prostitution.”
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!