Updated 2017 Event Schedule

Here’s where I’ll be hanging out in 2017. I would love to see your smiling face and hug you tight. 🙂


Love N Colorado

April 22nd

The Stanley Hotel

Estes Park, Colorado


Warsaw Book Fair

May 18th-21st

The PGE Narodowy

Warsaw, Poland


Bookish Denver

August 5th

Sheraton Denver Downtown

Denver, CO

Please, please, PLEASE read How To Kill a Rock Star

Warning, this is going to be long because I very rarely get moved on such a profound level that I feel compelled to stand up on a milk crate, acknowledge it, and spew (what pushes the limits of unabashed idol worship-type) love. But it’s necessary. Critically necessary. I need to get this out. And if there’s anyone who will understand, I think it’s you. (Thanks, ahead of time, for not judging me, or calling me a lunatic.)
You know when you hear a song for the first time and every word touches you? You hear it at just the perfect time in your life and every verse is poetic and life changing and/or life affirming? And you just know that it will leave its undeniable mark on you, in some way or another, for the rest of your life? And you just sit there stunned out of your goddamn mind, because you realize how rare a moment like that is and what a mind-blowing gift you’ve just been given? And all you want to do is hit rewind on your life, like it’s your old eighties cassette player, and experience it again for the very first time, but you don’t, because a) you don’t have a cassette player time machine, and b) a re-do would strip it of its once-in-a-lifetime magic? So you just sit there and bask in the afterglow and smile like a fool (and maybe pump your fist in the air for good measure) while you try to decide if this is something you need to share with the entire world (because you don’t want anyone else to miss out on the epiphany), or if it’s so damn special you want to hug it and tuck it away in a safe place and keep it all to yourself?
That’s how I felt this weekend.
But it wasn’t a song.

It was a book.

A book I’ve been told to read time and time again.
A book I knew nothing about and went into completely blind.
A book that I handed over all control to. I crawled inside, from the very first page, and breathed through its words for two days. I highlighted like a mofo, and I rarely highlight. I read many, MANY passages out loud to my husband. I said, “Yes. YES. HELL YES!! HE GETS IT!!” more times than I can count (in my head and out loud) while reading.
Sometimes in life there are collisions that force you to pay attention. Sometimes they’re subtle, like a gentle prod, that can be easily overlooked unless you have your eyes WIDE open. And sometimes the impact is bone-jarring, like someone has a firm grip on both of your shoulders and is shaking you with a whiplash-inducing passion. This book felt like the later. And I loved every minute of it.
I literally want to stand on my rooftop, with a bullhorn, and scream until all of the air/volume/appreciation/adoration has been forced out of my lungs. And even then I want to scream for another ten minutes. The screams would likely be unintelligible rambling because I wouldn’t be able to find the right words to express what I’m feeling and what this book meant to me.
Because this book…
This book made my tired, uninspired soul sit up and blink the sleep out of its eyes. It made me think, “Fuck. THIS is how it’s done.” Not just the sheer, raw, honest beauty of the words strung together. But the simple, but yet so fucking complex, POWER of that beauty.
I’m not a religious person. I find my faith in the hugs of my son, the laughter of my husband, the inspiration induced by art in all its forms: including paintings, and nature, and WORDS, among other random things, people, and places. Faith isn’t complicated for me, but when it comes it takes my breath away. That was this book for me. The right words at just the right time.

Paul Hudson, from this day forward, is my goddamn hero.
And Tiffanie DeBartolo is a living, breathing goddess.

Please, please, PLEASE read How To Kill a Rock Star.

Franco Playlist

Music will, always and forever, fuel my writing. It inspires me endlessly. Thank you to the following bands for streaming through my earbuds, keeping me company, prompting plot, and evolving characters in ways that wouldn’t have been possible without you and your art.

“Roses” (feat. ROZES) by The Chainsmokers

“Gorgeous” by X Ambassadors

“Heartache” by Zibra

“Let Me Love You” (feat. Justin Bieber) by DJ Snake

“Goodbye Los Angeles” by Future Husbands (I ADORE THIS WOMAN!!!)

“Geronimo” by The Beach

“Honey Whiskey” by Nothing But Thieves

“Little Monster” by Royal Blood

“Bad For You” by The Hunna

“River” by Bishop Briggs

“Need the Sun to Break” by James Bay

“September Song” by Sunset Sons

“Give” by You Me At Six

“Love Backs Down” by Walking On Cars

“Say You Won’t Let Go” by James Arthur

So Much More playlist

Music always drives the direction of my stories. So Much More was no exception. These talented musicians were my inspiration:
Caroline by Kill It Kid
Slow Dancing in a Burning Room by John Mayer
Heartless by The Fray
Lies by Sunset Sons
Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys
Unsteady by X Ambassadors
The Sickness by Future Husbands
Leave It Alone by Manchester Orchestra
Low Life by X Ambassadors (featuring Jamie N. Commons)
Win Some, Lose Some by You Me At Six
Never Ending Circles by Chrvches
A Home Without a Heart by Future Husbands
Trip Switch by Nothing But Thieves
Incomplete by James Bay
Brave the Day by Like Thieves
Down to the Cellar by Dredg
Let It Go by James Bay
From Above by The Beach
Out of the Blue by Prides
Love, Love, Love by As Tall As Lions

So Much More releases at midnight March 29th!


My new standalone, contemporary romance, So Much More, releases tomorrow. It’s a voyeuristic peek into a doomed marriage/divorce told from multiple POVs and both past and present tense, allowing you to watch the bad unravel…before the healing begins. It’s a story of the human spirit searching for goodness in the midst of bleak circumstances, because everyone deserves to find their so much more.

Early praise for So Much More:

“I felt like I was inside Seamus and Miranda’s heads, hearing the things we never say out loud to a spouse.” -Renee Carlino, USA Today bestselling author

“Kim intricately entwines words to create beautifully fragile, yet resilient, souls…each needing to be loved. And I love them all.” -Rebecca Donovan, USA Today bestselling author of The Breathing Series

A love letter to authors … from a passionate reader

Some people may say reading is a hobby. It’s something you do when you have down time. Something you do when you’re in between life’s obligations. Something you do when you’re bored or need filler. I call those people casual readers. And that’s cool. It’s just not me.
Reading isn’t a hobby for me.

It’s a passion.
It’s my religion.
It’s a way of life.
I AM NOT a casual reader.

Casual readers don’t dream about what they’re reading in hi-def detail.
I do. I screamed in my sleep a few months back as I made my way through the streets of New Orleans with Charlie and Silas. Screamed out loud. It scared my husband. It was awesome!

Casual readers don’t carry their kindle with them everywhere. And I don’t mean throw it in your purse or bag when you leave the house. I mean carry it in your hand around the house because you can’t leave the story you’re immersed in for even one second.
I’ve done laundry with one hand, vacuumed with one hand not knowing if I’m truly cleaning or not because I’m not looking at the carpet, cooked dinner with one hand, and done my hair and/or make-up with one hand (I get really annoyed when it comes to mascara because I have to give that stuff at least one eye’s worth of attention or it all goes to shit, and that slows down my reading a bit).

Casual readers don’t reference their favorite books when it comes to dealing with real life situations and ask what their favorite characters would do.
I do, and the answer is ALWAYS Katniss or Hermoine or Atticus would just go do something kickass. So, there you go. Easy peasy. Kick ass.

Casual readers think about the places they’ll never be able to visit.
I think about all the places I’ve already visited in books instead. Because let’s be honest, Hogwarts castle is way more badass than anything you’re ever going to see with your own eyes.

Casual readers don’t invest themselves so deeply in characters that when they read the final page of a book they feel like they’ve just gained new friends because they know them so well.
If I close my eyes I can see/hear Ridge in my head playing his guitar and it/he is beautiful. I feel bad for the people who’ll never have this privilege.

Casual readers will never know what it’s like to be in an MC.
I’ve lived over 600 pages with Grizz and Kit, I’m practically in the club. I’m just waiting for my patch.

So, to each and every author who’s taken the time and effort to bleed out their passion onto a few hundred pages of paper – I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
You make me think.
You make me feel.
You make me a better person.
Happy National Author’s Day!