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February 10, 2019
Scared but did it anyway challenge
At the end of 2018 I set a challenge for myself.
“Kim, you’re to do something each month that scares you.”
In January I started looking around and Jessica (@jessica_christie) popped up in my feed with, “Do you want to do a boudoir session?” 
December 21, 2018
Footnotes
Pens click, papers shuffle, a foot taps to its own beat.
The dull drone of an air conditioner plays theme song to the melodic tones of the lecture as the professor speaks of conflicts where the individuals involved
suffer a second death as their names fade from memory.
Dynasties and empires rose and fell on the backs of those referred to in formulaic sentence.
“Tens of thousands died.”
“A million starved.”
“Loss of life was significant.”
Lives are lived in the footnotes of history books.
Kim C...
Footnote
Pens click, papers shuffle, a foot taps to its own beat.
The dull drone of an air conditioner plays theme song to the melodic tones of the lecture as the professor speaks of conflicts where the individuals involved
have died a second death as their names fade from memory.
Dynasties and empires rose and fell on the backs of those referred to in formulaic sentence.
“Tens of thousands died.”
“A million starved.”
“Loss of life was significant.”
Lives are lived in the footnotes of history books.
K...
November 27, 2018
Katura Political Structure
[image error]If you’ve read All the King’s Horses, you may be interested in understanding how the political system is structured.
I’ve done up a super simple chart to assist. This is the first of many I’m sure, and I’m also happy to take requests for further charts, diagrams, timelines or character profiles! Drop me a comment below or email kim@kimcongram.com with your requests!
November 3, 2018
All the King’s Horses
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I’m thrilled to reveal the cover of All the King’s Horses.
All the King’s Horses is contemporary women’s fiction/action and releases 15 November.
To celebrate, I’m giving away a paperback copy of All the King’s Horses.
To enter, head to: https://bit.ly/2EZYMTI
BLURB:
There are three ways you become a Monarch
1. Born
2. Marry
3. Steal
They stole it.
And I had a choice:
Fall into line, serve our new King, or fight.
My new motto?
It’s only treason if you lose.
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October 10, 2018
Purgatory of the Maybe
Insidiously intelligent, she sought knowledge like air,
absorbing the words of the page through her fingertip up into the heart of her.
She hollowed out hallowed ideas of the traditional and radical,
searching for lessons to learn to ensure she never chose wrong.
She pulled apart each decision,
examining the divergence of baseless threats and derailed diplomacy.
Fortuitous pragmatic plans enacted through legitimate intent that seek the common good.
That, she concluded, is the goal.
But still,...
September 29, 2018
Burn
Girls are nothing but witches
Witches are bitches whose ire results in fire in the form of lies that destroy lives of men who did nothing but be boys being boys being boys being boys
I have an itch under my skin
Nothing but a drunken grope
He doesn’t remember
You have destroyed the reputation of this fine man
Silly girl
Wicked woman
He is innocent until proven guilty
You are always a liar
Witch
Bitch
Burn
In the church of life, he is Adam
You are Eve
No matter his sins, you are the jezebel ca...
August 20, 2018
Calling all Bloggers!
I’m super excited to announce my new book!
Coming November;
All the King’s Horses
There are three ways you become a Monarch
1. Born to it
2. Marry into the family
3. Take it
They stole it
And I had a choice:
Fall into line, serve our new King, or fight.
My new motto?
It’s only treason if you lose.
Intrigued?
Here’s the blogger sign up for the cover reveal, ARC and promo.
Click here!
Please tell your blogger friends 
June 28, 2018
Protected: The Gamble
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The Gamble
Chapter One
It felt like it had been years since he’d left, but really only a handful of months had passed. His books were still on the shelf, his shoes tucked into the nook under the stairs. She stared down at the mail in her hand addressed to Mr. Samuel James and Ms. Tomika Hartnett.
‘Mika?’
Her head jerked up from where she’d stood, eyes downcast, staring for long minutes at the mail. Mika turned her attention to Lorrie.
‘You ok?’
Mika nodded, avoiding her friends’ gaze. ‘Fine.’ She shuffl...
