Jen: Today we welcome Kristina Knight back to Romancing the Book. Kristina, will you share a short bio with us?
Kristina: 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!
Jen: Please tell us about your newest release and where the idea came from.
Kristina: What the Heiress Wants is the second book in my Billionaire Cowboys trilogy. I’d wanted to write a boss/employee story for a long time, but I didn’t want the typical boss/secretary dynamic. I wanted to write a heroine who had as much—or more—to lose as possible by dating her boss. Miranda has a lot riding on her job at Connor’s newspaper, and she’s been burned before by a workplace relationship, but Connor is definitely hard to resist!
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.
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.”
Jen: Are there any other writers, published or not, in your family?
Kristina: My Aunt Cleon, my grandmother’s sister, is a very talented poet. She has such a gift at taking common, everyday words and twisting them into something profound and beautiful. She gave me a notebook when I was 11 (I’d been playing around at writing a few short stories and some really bad poetry) and told me to practice. To write about anything and everything, and to keep it all. I actually lost that notebook a few years ago, but I recently found a few pages I’d torn out, and I treasure them.
Jen: Are you a plotter or pantser?
Kristina: A little bit of both, actually! I’ve found that creating a rough outline that shows me where I want to go in a book helps to keep me on track. So I make an outline and let the story take me from there.
Jen: Describe your writing in 3 words.
Kristina: Random, squirrelish, exciting.
Jen: Do you have a writing routine?
Kristina: I try to have a routine, but with a growing (and very busy) daughter, it’s hard! I’m lucky that my husband helps out a lot, so that I can meet my deadlines, but every day is very, very different.
Jen: How do you remember ideas that come to you at odd times?
Kristina: I don’t, at least not very well! I tried the keep-a-notebook-by-your-bed thing, but my writing was too sloppy to figure out, so I gave that up. I have Post-its with story or scene ideas written down on them, scraps of napkin and paper…I recently started using a planner, and I’m hoping that will help me keep all these ideas in some kind of order!
Jen: What’s next for you?
Kristina: The third book in my Billionaire Cowboys trilogy, What the Gambler Risks, is coming out in September, and I have a brand new, small town series that will be coming out toward the end of the year.