Getting Kole for Christmas by Kimberly Krey: (Day 8) #Giveaway
Kylie’s been crushing on Kole for two years now, but can she get him to see her as more than a friend?
For years Kylie has watched her older sisters get asked to every school dance there is. Yet once she’s old enough to go, the invites are in short supply. While getting overlooked has never felt good, it hasn’t really hurt the way it does this year. Because now there’s someone she really wants to go with: Kole Kingston. Kole is charming and funny. Gorgeous and kind. And everything she wants in a guy. Trouble is, he’s also her very best friend. Can Kylie tear herself free from the friend-zone in time to get asked to the Christmas dance? Or will she – like so many others – find that a romance between them will never be?
Kimberly Krey specializes in writing "romance that's clean without losing the steam!" She's a reader of good, clean romance, a lover of family time and Diet Coke, and the ultimate hater of laundry. She discovered her love for writing in college when given a creative writing assignment. She still remembers sitting in the lamplight's glow, crafting words to depict the vision in her head. That assignment sparked a passion within her. It took years to return to that passion, but now that she has, she counts it among her greatest blessings.
Krey is author of the top-selling Sweet Montana Bride series, as well as its companion series, Second Chances.
Q and A With the Author:
1- Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?
It’s something that took root over time, I’d have to say.
2- Give us an insight into how your writing day/time is structured?
I’m very fortunate, since I get to stay at home and write while the kids are at school and the hubby’s at work. Even still, I must be strict with my time and not let distractions, phone calls, emails and errands eat up that time. I try to spend at least 4-5 hours writing / editing on the weekdays. I spend many hours aside from that musing on my work throughout the week and weekend.
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Once the thin straps are looped over my shoulders, I spin to face the mirror, unable to wait another minute.
I feared – very badly –while waiting on that couch that if I did work up the nerve to try on this dress it would be an utter disappointment. I worried that my plain appearance would somehow clash with something so elegant. Yet I can admit – at least to myself – that this is not the case. I step closer to the mirror, holding the unzipped dress with one hand, and lifting my hair with the other.
I’ve never been a fancy, flashy pretty-like-my-sisters sort of girl. I’m more simple. Common, I guess. But in this moment, in this very dress, I could swear the girl in the mirror is beautiful.
I smile and fight back tears all at once. I feel relief above all else. Relief that I can actually like myself in an evening gown, even if I may never have the occasion to wear one during my high school life.
A wave of disappointment pulls me from that spot as I realize that Kole will never see me in this dress. Never see me looking the way I do right now.
“Do you need help with the zipper?”