Behind the Curtain with Kimberly Quinton
Good morning! I have a special treat for you today. Kimberly Quinton, a fellow RWA and North Texas member is here with her brand new debut novel! Kimberly is an absolute doll and I think you’ll enjoy getting to know her. She’s giving away one ecopy for your Kindle. So read carefully, choose which of her three statements is untrue, and tell us in the comment section!
About the Author:
Whether she’s writing contemporary or paranormal romance, Kimberly Quinton is a romantic at heart who strives to tell stories about the power of true love.
Since a teen, she’s loved romances and believes we can all live our happily-ever-after. Always a people watcher, it wasn’t until Kimberly shucked her Accounting major for Anthropology that her interest in people and cultures was nurtured. Kimberly has combined her natural curiosity (nosiness) with her love of romance for the sake of bringing the movies in her head to life on the page.
A wife and mother of two, Kimberly spends her days chasing chores, wrangling active kids, and writing. She also enjoys traveling, cooking, great wine and sharing a laugh with friends and family.
You can usually find her on Facebook or Twitter. Stop by for a chat.
You’re having a Halloween party. What costume did you choose? Why?
I was thinking of a costume labeled “The Listener” for next year. Regular clothes, but a piece of duck tape that goes over my mouth with “I’m listening” written on it. It’s both cheesy and kind of creepy, but everyone wants someone to listen to them.
Tell us, what is one of your weird quirks?
I’m not sure if this is uncommon among writers, but I talk to myself all the time. My husband- bless him- learned early on to ignore me when I’m not saying anything but making hand movements and shaking my head like I’m in the middle of a conversation. Because I am, it’s just with imaginary people. Yep, now my oldest son is doing the same. Glassy eyed stare, mumbling and gestures like he’s deep in convo… Sorry kid, you get it from your mama! Hopefully my books will sell well enough to cover therapy. 
If you could date any celebrity, who would it be and why?
Hugh Jackman! Didn’t have to think about that one! He just seems so incredibly kind, generous, fun and so, so HOT. But, I’m not single and don’t want to be. Sorry, Hugh… You’ll just have to stay with your lovely wife and family.
What was your favorite TV show when you were a kid?
I don’t think I had a favorite. For a long time, since this was the late seventies and eighties, my brothers and I watched what our parents watched except for Saturday morning cartoons. So I can remember shows like Family Ties, The Cosby Show, Hill Street Blues, The A-Team, Days of our Lives, LA Law…. And of course, Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy. I finally got my own TV. in High School, but with only a couple channels, I watched whatever was popular on the major networks. It wasn’t until later when I really waited for shows to come on and didn’t miss them. Buffy the Vampire Slayer was one I remember not wanting to miss. I did go through a stage of being obsessed with MTV. But it was new and exciting and actually played music videos!
What is the first thing you notice about a man?
Eyes and then mouth. I like to look people in the eye and it’s always been the first thing I notice. I think the eyes are where the majority of flirting happens. There’s just something about a clear, bright-eyed wink and a genuine smile. Especially from a handsome cowboy. (I am in Texas, after all) The mouth is next because it tells you so much about a person. Are they smiling or frowning, chewing gum or smoking, tense, relaxed, embarrassed? Are their lips dry, cracked, pale, or do they lick them a lot or chew on them.
What turns you off faster than being wet down by a fire hose?
Making fun of people. I’m at a point in my life where I don’t have time or energy to spend on pointing and laughing because of something someone else can’t help. Whether by ignorance or choice, they’re living their life and who am I to laugh at it. Opinions are one thing (and should probably be kept to yourself most of the time), but derogatory comments and just plain meanness turns me off right away.
If you were in the “Miss America” talent competition, what would your talent be?
I have no talents worthy of such a competition. Unless it involves something like how fast can you put on a pound or eat a batch of brownies!
Okay! A couple of quickies:
Tennis shoes or sandals? If flip-flops are sandals, then sandals.
Football or baseball? Football
Color of fingernail polish? Purple if I’m taking care of them, clear and chewed when I’m not.
Morning person or nite-owl? Neither… Middle of the dayer. J
Now…tell me two truths and one lie about yourself. Remember to tell us which one you thing Kim might not be totally honest about! Tomorrow, I’ll use Random.org and select a winner from the correct guessers.
1. While in London, I jumped into a taxi and told the driver “Follow that cab!”, pointing to the one that had just pulled away in front of us. And he did!
2. I went skydiving on a dare and my pride wouldn’t let me even think about backing out even after seeing the amount of duck tape keeping parts of the plane together.
3. On my first trip to New York City with my high school drama club, my roommates and I snuck out and got lost somewhere around Broadway and wandered around most of the night. We finally made it back to the hotel just before breakfast.
Now let’s take a look at Kimberly’s hot of the presses new release! You’re going to want your own copy of HER WISH BEFORE CHRISTMAS.
Holiday Hearts
Her Wish Before Christmas
by Kimberly Quinton
Her heart never forgot him…
Genny Ridgeway left Laurel Cove with a broken heart. Returning awakens old feelings, old longings, and the desire for long kisses beneath the mistletoe with the man who broke her heart.
The only thing missing is her…
Connor O’Rourke and his son finally have the home they’ve always wanted. Now, he’ll do anything for a second chance at love with the woman he let get away.
It’s Christmas time in Laurel Cove….
Surrounded by the spirit of the season and with a little posthumous help from her gypsy grandmother, can Connor prove he is the man Genny has always wanted to grant her wish before Christmas?
Her Wish Before Christmas
Holiday Hearts
Release Date: November 12, 2013
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Enjoy the following excerpt for Her Wish Before Christmas:
“Are you the one leaving bloody footprints in the store? Your grandmother’s going to have a heart attack.” The man stared down at her, holding the door open with one arm, the lamp base in the other. He rested the plastic appendage against the doorframe and took a step closer, his face clear in the light of the workroom.
“Connor?”
“Let me have a look.” He knelt and grabbed her foot and held on tight when she tried to tug it back.
“Ouch.” She pulled her foot away from his prodding.
“Sorry. Cut’s not too deep. A Band-Aid and some Neosporin is all you need.”
Connor O’Rourke? The Connor O’Rourke? Twelve years hadn’t changed him much. Except he turned into a man. And one fine man at that.
Jesus, did he grow after college? His arms and chest sure had.
Heat blazed a fire across her cheeks when her roaming gaze met his. Same cocky grin. Embarrassment couldn’t stop her from comparing this Connor with the then Connor. His hair was cut shorter, but the rich chestnut color hadn’t dulled. No hint of gray at the temples, no balding either. So that night of drunken cursing for him to grow fat and ugly didn’t take. Figures. What’s the use of gypsy blood if my curses don’t work?
“I didn’t know you were in town,” she asked, proud she had kept the hysterical out of her voice.
“I wasn’t until this week. I’m setting up a practice at the new clinic down the street.” He stood and helped her up from the floor.
Connor F’ing O’Rourke back in town and looking too delicious by half. She licked her lips and swallowed at the sudden dryness in her mouth. The hurt and anger returned with a swift jab to her heart rivaling the sting of glass in her foot. The feelings so fresh, like she was eighteen again and waiting for the proposal that never came. Don’t go there. You’re over him.
