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Seek Preview of my Book Blurb Shh You’re The First To See It *wink

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You ready?… Here goes! I’ve  been dying  to share it here is my book blurb.

In A Stranger in France readers are taken on a fast paced, modern day romantic journey, that spans between the city of  London, the glitz and glam of France, and the  beautiful English coast in a gripping romantic  story, between two complete strangers with enough suspense to keep you on the edge of your seat turning pages.

When career driven and successful 32 year old London born Kate Brown faces hard times in her marriage, she confides in her best friend Tanya Adams in Marseille southern France. Kate makes a bold move and spends two weeks in Marseille away from her husband in London. Her path crosses with tall, dark, devilishly handsome and wealthy Nicholas D’Coix. An immigrant to France from the Ivory Coast west Africa as a young boy, who turned himself around and built up an empire of wealth as a hustler and money maker, and now one of Paris’ top three entrepreneurs. In a whirlwind of sexy, lustful romance Nicholas and Kate fall in love, Kate returns to London to a few surprises of her own and still very much in love with Nicholas as she makes yet another bold move. Touching on real life issues these two strong characters battle it out against all the odds in the name of love, across the UK and France.

Stranger in France (1)

Release Date September 2016

Get a free chapter preview here.

 

Miracle Challenge Week #10: #1 Meeting You – Sweet Romance Story

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My favourite day  of the week to write has rolled around again, Miracle Girl’s writing prompt challenges are up for week #10. 

Write a short story using sentence prompt” meeting you was the best thing that ever happened”

A smile creeps across my face, he’s such a sweetheart today he surprises me with a huge bunch of long stemmed pure white lilies. Forget roses, there’re  old school and dated there’s nothing like the beautiful fragrance of long stemmed white lilies filling the room. Lillies are much more chic and stylish much more” me”, than a bunch of roses – he’s the only man that’s taken the time to think outside the box when surprising me with flowers.

” Girl you are so lucky.”

Gloria my co-worker snaps me out of my day dream as she approaches my desk, and places her large behind on the corner then sits down.

”Yeah I feel lucky.”

” After all you’ve been through you deserve a good man.”

 “Thanks Gloria.”

After 10 months of the single life and unsuccessful dating  I never thought that I’d meet someone after Mark, he broke my heart. After five years together he just stopped trying, stopped playing attention and eventually we drifted apart. I refused to let go. I’d invested so much into that relationship I desperately tried my hardest to make it work. Eventually I told him to leave, I got fed up of giving and not getting anything back in return. The break up was messy and painful, for months I withdrew from everything. It felt almost like I’d lost myself and who I was.

I tried every dating site out there! Getting attention from men was not  the problem it was finding the right  attention from men,  finding one who I saw a future with. Then came Mr X, he sent me a message late one night while I was online browsing – window shopping I call it. Of course I was doubtful that it would lead to anything, but I played the game and returned his messages and smiley faces he sent me.  A 91% match we had according to the websites questions we both answered, one message led to another, then we spoke on the phone and eventually met up.

” So tell me, how did you snag this romantic soul and does he have a twin brother?” I let out a small laugh and look up at Gloria.

” Hmm well, no brother but we met online.”

”OK, and details? Girl don’t keep me in the dark!” I throw my head back and try to hide the cheesy grin on my face.

”OK, about a month ago I joined this new dating site, we got talking and found out we have a lot in common he likes to eat, I love to cook, he likes dessert  and has a major sweet tooth and I love to bake. One sunny Saturday lunchtime we met up, in Leicester Sq central London and head to the ice cream store.”

”And…?”

” Gloria!’

”C’mon don’t hold out on me now, I love to hear sweet romantic stories of people hooking up. It keeps me young and hopeful. How did the date go?”

I smile and look over at my lilies, the sight of them warms my heart further.

”His conversation was mind blowing Gloria my  God, we discussed everything from politics to the best flavour ice cream. He truly made love to my mind that day. Looks wise, his picture on his profile done him no justice. In real life he’s better looking I was quite surprised- tall, well dressed, he had great swag to him. Inside I was doing back flips over how cute he looked that day.”

” As simple as that right, you two just fall in love….?”

” No, not really he did have to work hard for my attention, I just kinda gave up after so many bad dates and Mark, but something was different about him from that first date, and he tried so hard to win me over, so I gave him a chance.”

” Aww so sweet, well I wish you both the best of luck.I better get going, this photocopying won’t copy itself, I catch you later Sam.”

I turn back to my computer screen and try to focus on work, my phone beeps with a message”

From: Mr X

To: Sam

Hey, how’s your day? 

I hit reply instantly

From: Sam

To: Mr X

All the better now I’ve received this beautiful flowers, I have them on the corner of my desk.

Just as I place my phone down on my desk to get to work, it beeps again

From: Mr X

To: Sam

Glad you like them, Sam I promise you I will treat you right. I know a lot of guys may have said this to you in the past, but I mean it I have a good feeling about us and honestly meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me after months of searching. We click and I like it.

I bite back a smile and hold off on my response, inside I feel giddy with happy feelings and butterflies you get during the honeymoon period of dating. I take a deep breath, I want to be honest about my feelings and let him know how I feel, at the same time I’m full of nerves learning to trust again is a big thing for me after Mark. After an internal struggle over honesty and holding back I decide -it’s time I moved on, and stop letting my past govern my future,I hit reply.

From: Sam

To: Mr X

Just  keep looking after me, and I’ll keep baking you cakes to feed your sweet tooth. After 10 months of unsuccessful online dating you’re like a breath of fresh air. xx

Mr X  over the last month has  made me feel special, alive, like I’m truly the only women in the world he has his eye on. He cuddles me non-stop, showers me with affection  and makes me laugh. Could this be it? The true love I’ve been seeking after a one sided dead end relationship that was heading no where fast. I hope so, as in my heart meeting Mr X  was the best thing that ever happened to me in the last 10 months of online dating.

Kim’s on WattPad

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Just a short note from me to say I’ve  finally got around to checking out Wattpad. I’ve signed up as a writer on here also. Via Wattpad  you’ll  will find the free chapter preview I placed up on my author site for A Stranger in France. (Note that next month the chapter preview will come down, as my book  is officially published). I will also post on Wattpad all the short stories that I write for challenges, and any I write that are not part of a challenge….. The ones I write just ‘cos I feel like writin’

If anyone knows how to embed  a ”follow me on Wattpad” button in a  Wordpress widget please do give me a shout, I’ve been sitting here for well over an hour racking my brain. Nothing seems to work.

Here’s the link to my Wattpadd account 

https://www.wattpad.com/user/KimKnightAuthor.

Kim

Daily Word Writing Prompt: Paint

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Paint can be used to mask or decorate  so many things, the colour of walls, graffiti, finger and toe nails- like my picture above. I have no idea why I took a picture on my phone when I painted my nails these pretty shades a few weeks back. Anyway, the list of what paint can be used for is endless.  It can also be related to colours. What would we do without it? More to the point what would we do without colour?

 Think of a world where everything is colourless or just one colour-  What colour do you imagine?  Look around the room you’re in now, could you visualise it in just one colour? or what about colourless- see through?

I’m sitting in my favourite writing spot at my glass kitchen table right by the window, I can see trees, the next building where my neighbours live, the main road etc. In front of me on the table as always is a large vase of flowers, this week I have yellow and purple ones. It’s hard to imagine this room, my view from the kitchen window, the flowers or life just one colour, I can’t even decide on a ONE colour to imagine it as there are so many pretty colours out there. 

Short Poem: Paint

If I had to paint you, you’d be full of colour vibrant, alive and bold, caramels, browns, dark browns, blues, I’d really make sure I did a good job at capturing you my baby boo,

If I had to choose a colour to describe you, I’d choose yellow,

Like  sunshine, that’s what you are to me , my ray of sunshine,

In my mind, you’re one of a kind, so choosing one colour for you just won’t do,

Yellow, as you’re so bubbly and cute, blue as you’re just a tiny baby boy of only 2, 

Green as you’re like fresh pine scented air to me, when you run into the  room,

Stamping your tiny sized feet, laughing and shouting, then jump up and down on the seats,

Grey for your ” terrible 2’s tantrums” when you have them it’s not often but my god you have them!

I try not to be mad at you when you’re in a tantrum,  remember your mama’s baby boo, and after all you’re just a teenie tiny 2. 

A little poem for my  2 year old son, who I can see from the kitchen area where I am sitting asleep on the sofa, taking his afternoon nap. Looking gorgeous (as always)  with  his curly Afro out of his  normal braids- it’s  hair wash day today  he looks so cute 🙂 He’s my inspiration for today’s writing prompt.

 

 

MiracleChallenge Week #7: #3 Romance Short Story

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Write a short story using the 3 words : Keeper, couple, time.

 Playing for Keeps: My Short Story in response to this writing prompt.

There was a time when our love was so vibrant, so alive it was all I’d think about during the day. I couldn’t concentrate  at work, I’d constantly check my phone for messages. On my lunch break I’d walk over to  the park and find a bench, I’d sit by the water and daydream or  scrawl through all the messages we’d exchanged, with a smile on my face.  We were in love. What happened? What changed? 

Back then I thought you were a keeper, someone I’d spend my whole life with. I never imagined things could go so sour -like rotten fruit sitting out in  the heat for too long. We’re  now spoiled, rotten to the core and fit for the bin. We were in love. What happened ? What changed?

Is it all my fault? Am I too much? Can I have done anything differently? I sit on the same bench I used to have happy thoughts  about us as a couple, and  I   go over this question in mind. It’s on constant replay time and time again. I sit here and it feels like a cloud is over me, I have no happy thoughts of us as a couple, I have no messages to scrawl through and we’re no longer a couple…. well at least it doesn’t feel like it anymore. There’s nothing more I can do, it’s not all my fault, but I AM TOO MUCH for you. I’m not the right ”type” for you, I think.

 We were  in a ” relationship” in the same house together but we  were distant, we didn’t  talk  much, we didn’t  laugh much and we certainly didn’t love much.  So we took time apart, now we’re apart and I feel alive again- I wonder is it time to call it time up on our relationship, so I can start again? I feel in constant limbo over  this, some days I do feel like  I have  some kind of love left for you, some days I just want to slap you.

 One thing is for sure, you disappoint me, you make promises you didn’t keep and I’m not a priority. I’m saying goodbye to all this. I  always tried to keep my end of the bargain. Why did you not try to keep yours? You ask me ” how do I feel?”, the first time  you see me  properly in months, spin me some bullshit  that we’ll always be connected- wishful thinking? We’re not a couple, don’t do that let’s not confuse things, c’mon you know what this is- you know what time it is and you know what the deal is. You’re either in or out. 100% or nothing at all. I can’t and won’t wait for you so that makes me out, time is not on my side my friend. Life goes on this I have been learning, and so I will too go on and find someone new, because of you and all that you do- I’m not convinced you’re a keeper, if you had loved much deeper, may be then I’d look at you and consider you a keeper. 

“MiracleChallenge Week – 7” dated 26th July – 1st August, 2016

Writing Prompt: Private Investigator Short Story.

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Taken from my fabulous ”#642 Things to Write About” prompt book thought I’d write something a little different this morning.

Writing Prompt: You’re a private investigator, you’ve been following a cheating husband for a month. Write a report to your client-an emotionally unstable wife (in crisis) telling her what you did and what you’ve learned.

Slumped over my desk, I screw up my face at all the evidence I’ve gathered against Mr X. For a month I’ve been instructed by Mrs X to investigate her suspicions over her husband’s infidelity. The poor women, Mrs X has been married to Mr X for just 4 years and already their marriage is in crisis.I pull up my profile on the married couple:

Mrs X 35, a stay at home mum to two boys aged  five and two. A degree in psychology, she gave up her career in criminal psychology to start family life with Mr X. 

Mr X is 36, a wealthy banker working in the heart of London’s financial district. He is a top investment banker for one of the UK’s biggest banks.

Late nights and early mornings have led Mrs X to suspect her beloved husband is cheating on her. She made contact with me on the  1st February 2016, a nervous voice on the other end of the phone explained how distraught she had been since Christmas 2015. He failed to make any real effort over the festive season, she also found a receipt for Victoria Secret’s lingerie  he bought on Christmas Eve-  lingerie that she never received.

Humm, I’ve got to get this report in today, I have so much evidence against this ass-hole but at the same time I don’t want to overwhelm Mrs X, she’s already very unstable emotionally. There have been times I spoken to her on the phone, before mid day and she’s slurred her words. She’s not going to like what I write, but better the truth be told, set the poor women free from this crisis.

I turn my attention to the thick file of evidence, photos, credit card transactions, emails that the bastard exchanged with a number of women. For the last month, his attention has been on  two women Sam and Jane. They both have one thing in common, tall, slim and blonde. It’s clear Mr X has a type – certainly not his wife’s short , curvy brunette physic.

I pick out  three day’s worth of evidence as a taster for Mrs X and draft a short report, if she wants more evidence I’ll supply the rest:

Dear Mrs X

Thank you for making contact with me on the 1st February 2016, following our phone call I set to work as instructed.Below I enclose for you a summary report of my findings over three  days. Please read and refer to the attached  evidence. I understand that this is a difficult time for you and the information gathered may cause further emotional distress, however I can confirm your suspicions over infidelity on the days you had question marks over his whereabouts.

5th February 2016:  Mr X arrived at his office in Liverpool Street central London at 6:00 a.m he did not leave his car, he sat and waited. Approximately 10 minutes later a black Ford Fiesta pulled up behind him, a tall slim blonde I’ll refer to as Ms A got out of the car and greeted Mr X. A kiss on the lips. The pair got into Mr X’s car and departed. I followed behind at a distance in my own car. They pulled up outside a quiet cafe   in Shoreditch  a short drive from the financial district in central London.The pair entered the cafe. I waited 5 minutes and followed them in. I can confirm between 6:30 a.m and 7:.30 a.m the pair had breakfast at the cafe, held hands and openly flirted their body language was not ” business like” if she is a co-worker.  Please see  photographic evidence sample A.At 7:35 a.m the pair depart the cafe, I followed them to a  closed in car park. Ms A parks in a corner facing parking space. I park a few spaces away, it appeared to me at the time the couple were intermate at this spot. Please see photographic evidence sample B.

8th February 2016: Following the information you gave to me via phone, that your husband was due to attend a work function until late the evening of the 8th February 2016 I can confirm after hacking into his personal email account, during the day of 7th February 2016 he exchanged a number of emails with Ms B. The two organised to have dinner at a Thai restaurant on King’s Road  south west London on the evening of the 8th February. Please see evidence sample C the emails exchanged between Mr X and Ms B. I made reservations at the same restaurant at the same time the couple  were due to dine, as I dined that evening, on my body camera I gathered further photographic evidence of the couple. Ms B is not the same women from my last sighting of Mr X with another women. Please see evidence sample D photographic evidence of Mr X dining with Ms B the evening of the 8th February 2016 at 19:00 hours  – 21:00 hours. The pair then went on the have drinks downstairs in the restaurant bar until 24:00 hours .

14th February 2016: Following your information you gave me that Mr X would be away on a work business trip the weekend of Valentine’s Day. Please see evidence sample E and F emails exchanged between Mr X and Ms A ( the lady from the first sighting of Mr X’s infidelity). As you can see the couple organised a romantic weekend away in Paris, the trip was instigated by Mr X and fully funded by him. To confirm this please see evidence sample G – his credit card statement confirming a booking for two tickets to travel via  Eurostar  direct from London King’s Cross to La Gare Paris. Evidence sample H further showing a booking for a hotel in Paris under Mr X’s name for a double room for the duration of the weekend. 

I decide that’s enough evidence, I have more of course. Mr X was very active over the month of February I ping over the email, and evidence samples. I give it until Easter I bet my bottom dollar Mrs X files for a divorce and rapes him financially for every penny he has- good for her. I am meant to be objective in this line of work,but he clearly is a man with no heart. Half an hour later my phone rings, I know it’s her. I snatch up the receiver

” Kim’s private investigations, Kim speaking can how can I help you?”

” Kim, it’s… it’s me Mrs X I just got your report.”

I bite my lip, and brace myself for her emotional melt down. Mrs X’s voice is small and horse like she has already cried a million tears over the bombshell.

” How could he Kim?! How Could he!”

I take a deep breath, I’ve seen this a million times, heard it a million times a  distraught wife  in crisis calling me for some kind of explanation, after they receive my report. Like it’s not clear enough already that their husband is a cheating bastard.

” Mrs X, I am sorry for what the evidence shows I really am.”

“I’ll kill him!  KIM I’M GANNA KILL THAT CHEATING SON-OF – BITCH!”

Mrs X screams down the phone, I look up at the ceiling, this is going to be a long day…..

 

 

 

 

 

The Power of Words

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It always intrigues me when I read well written romance stories and realise the author is a man! I like this writing prompt response. It’s prompted me to attempt this challenge somehow before Tuesday! If I can fit it in . Well done Harlem

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(Cloud bubble to self.. “I’m feeling her spirit. It transcends through from the very next aisle. I haven’t seen your face and yet…

I see you, very clearly.”)

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I was studying in the library on campus and heard the sweetest voice coming from the next aisle.

It was a voice I could listen to for the rest of my life.  Her voice had substance and conviction.  I placed my pen down and looked around hoping no one would notice.  The words of wisdom that came from her instrument moved me like no other.  Her insight touched me in a way that changed my DNA and unreleased sperm forever.

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Her laughter intrigued me to steal a peak.  Just a glimpse was all I needed to match the voice with the face. But what next?  From a distance I was drawn to a voice without a face…

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MiracleChallenge week #6:#2 Poem-, Which Way is Heaven?

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Write a poem using the below two prompt words: heaven and right

Short poem

Door 34 or door 64 which way should I head? I really need to use my head,

I look to the right this gives me a fright ,I see  stairs that go way up into the air,

I wonder what’s  up there?

I look to the left, I think this path is best left, 

It doesn’t look like  a path that’s well kept,

Overgrown bushes, thorns and weeds, this is not the kind of path I need,

Which way to heaven???

Did  I miss it? Should I have taken a right, at gate  7 or what about  11? 

A voice said Kim, this is it, use you female  initiation as  your map, please Kim try to avoid going back,

 I have to go back, I’m looking for heaven   I think it was at gate number 7,

I don’t listen to the voice, in life we all have a choice! So I’m making mine I’m leaving this path behind,

I’m ganna head back  and take gate number  7, yes use my female intuition to help take me to heaven,

When I get to heaven, I  hope the gates will be open, 

In my pocket I feel for it-  my token, the voice said it  will make the gates open,

Who will I see?

 Standing on the right God, Amy Winehouse, Nelson Mandela, Prince, Micheal Jackson may be?

  I’m turning back, using my female intuition  as my map, I’m making my way to gate number 7 I’m sure that’s heaven.

 

Writing Prompt Response: Journey Poem

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Write a response to today’s WordPress writing prompt word: Journey. 

I feel in a light hearted and poetic mood today, I’ve responded to word prompts  this week and last with  short stories, to words like darkness, negative thoughts, and darkside I just had to put a positive spin on today’s word  and lift my blog mood 🙂

Life’s a journey one that we should enjoy,

Life’s a journey one that we shouldn’t try to avoid,

Life’s a journey, which sometimes  means starting  all over from the beginning,

Life’s a journey one that we may not always keep winning,

But  it’s  in the beginning, and maybe when we ‘re not in the process of winning,

One can become a whole new and better human being!

Life then takes on a whole new meaning, when you evolve and realise you’re now a better human being, it is at this point you are winning!

Life will put you in some sticky situations, but it will always reward you with  a cause for celebrations.

Life, is  a journey, LIVE  it, LOVE it, don’t regret it!

 

Just be patient and take your time , make your own decisions using your own ”3rd ”eye every

Opportunity is one that should not be missed, when you come up against a brick wall and you feel like you’ve  lost it all, open your third ”eye” and see what else there is to be thankful for.

Under no circumstances be anyone’s fool, love everyone but  only trust a few.

Recognise when you’re being taught something  new to further and better you.

Never think you can not, you can just make sure that you have a solid plan, and then I promise you, you can.

Every day is a blessing, you’ve  woken  up and  can take a new breath, so this means your journey can and will  continue.

Years will pass you by, always keep reaching for the sky, your journey will never be straight forward People come, people go, love is here and then it is not but if you’ve paid attention as I’ve mentioned your journey will become better.  Always keep looking forward.