From USA Today Bestselling Author, K.C. Falls
Tristan King – a man so far out of my league that I should have thought twice.
He felt like the kind of man who didn’t just break the rules, but made new ones. He led and it was follow or get
out of the way.
Why did a billionaire with a voice like liquid silk and a face like a bad angel take a second look at a girl in no-name jeans, with a fifteen-dollar haircut and a beat up car she calls her “Eep” because the ‘J’ fell off long ago?
I let him claim my desire before I had the chance to consider what that might have meant for me. For my life.
By the time I knew his secrets it was already too late.
He wove us together, giving me the life I’d always hoped for, making himself a hero in the bargain. It didn’t
hurt that he pulled the people I love the most out of harm’s way. A girl can get used to a knight in shining
armor even when the armor has some very large dents in it.
No matter what the future held, Tristan had changed me. I could only hope we’d survive.
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Years before I wrote the Year of the Billionaire trilogy, I was very involved in amature theater. One summer we produced “That Championship Season”. It was a racy, adult drama and a huge departure from our usual musicals and family fare. I was the stage manager and the troupe of players were a bunch of lawyers who were all hams. I had a blast and met my husband on that Little Theater stage. On one rehearsal night I substituted the iced tea we used for whiskey with the real deal. No one seemed to mind. In fact, their acting may have improved a bit.
Back in the dinosaur era, when computers weren’t even a glint in Bill Gate’s eye, I used to sneak into the deepest corners of our basement and read Harlequin Romances. My mother thought they were ‘trashy’. She would have grounded me for life if she knew I had “Pirates of the Barbary Coast”. I can’t even find the book now–there’s a bunch of references, but none show the true ‘bodice ripper’ that inspired me.
The publication process was too daunting for me to face back in the Jurassic Era. And then along came ebooks and independent publishing and I was off to the races. My catalog of books keeps growing.
I earned my USA Today bestselling author title last year.