Runner Up For Best Contemporary Romance Of 2008

Posted on January 22nd, 2009 in Breach Of Trust by kimber

Breach Of Trust is LRC’s Runner Up
(3rd place tied with my RWA chapter mate Savannah Chase)
for Best Contemporary Romance Of 2008!!
Whoo Hoo!

I’d like to thank Dawn and her review team at LRC for nominating Breach Of Trust
and all you super great readers for voting for my first published novel!!

The perception is that writing is a solitary profession
but really, it takes a team,
test readers, pre-editors, editors, publishers, reviewers, review sites, readers, and the list goes on.

If you’re looking for a great contemporary read,
here are LRC’s top contemporary romances of 2008

Best Contemporary Book 2008
WINNER: Riding Temptation (Jaci Burton) Berkley
Honorable Mention: Lonnie Heats up (Sloane Taylor) AMP
Runner Up (TIE):
Bid for Love (Savannah Chase) Lyrical Press &
Breach of Trust (Kimber Chin) Champagne

Breach Of Trust Nominated For 2008 Best Contemporary Romance

Posted on January 5th, 2009 in Breach Of Trust by kimber

I’m thrilled to bits!
Breach Of Trust, my first romance ever!,
has been nominated for
Best Contemporary Romance Of 2008
at Love Romances eBook Cafe!

Woo hoo!
Here’s the link if you wish to check it out
and vote!
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/LoveRomancesCafe/polls

Waiting For A Star To Shine

Posted on December 31st, 2008 in Anne At College by kimber

Anne lay on the grass, staring up at the stars. Tomorrow… tomorrow, Stevie would marry Eric.  The bouquet was ready for pick up, Nance said.  Everything was ready. 

She should be feeling happy for her boss, she WAS happy for her boss, Anne corrected but she also felt…

Jealous

Would she ever care for a man like Stevie cared for Eric? Would she ever be loved in return?

The North Star twinkled down on her, drawing Anne back in time…

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“Why does everyone love Ginny more than they love me, Daddy?”Anne felt her Dad’s shoulder shift behind her ten year old head.”It isn’t that they love Ginny more, pigeon,” his deep voice rumbled, so sure. Her Dad always knew all the right answers.”Then what is it?” She didn’t understand. She tried so hard to get people to like her but Ginny with her golden hair and easy smile charmed them without even trying.”See that star, pigeon?” He pointed at the North Star.

“Yes.”

“And see that one?” His finger moved an inch to the right.

“Yes.” What did stars have to do with love?

“Which one is better?”

She didn’t know. “The big one.” Was that the right answer?

“Is bigger better?”

“Its brighter.” She so wanted to be right.

“Is brighter better?”

Anne scrunched up her nose in confusion. “I don’t know, Daddy.” He always told her that if she didn’t know, she should say she didn’t know.

“It gets your attention first though, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Will it always?”

“No.” This she did know. “Mrs. Bennett” her teacher “said stars burn out.”

“And when that happens, people will look at the other star first, won’t they?”

Like they would look at her first.  She was the dim star. And Ginny was the bright star. Anne thought about that for a few minutes. “When will my star shine, Daddy?”

“I don’t know, pigeon.” She got a squeeze from her Dad. “But it will shine, I promise you.”

And it would because her Daddy always kept his promises.

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Years later, Anne was still waiting for her Dad to keep his promise. Waiting for her star to shine. Waiting for someone to see her first.

Wedding Plans

Posted on December 24th, 2008 in Anne At College by kimber

“F**k James, why don’t you have a fax machine?” Two months later, a familiar voice barked in her ear.

“I spent my money on textbooks and booze.” It was easier to come up with snappy comebacks over the phone.

“F**k you. I need you to come to the city this weekend,” Stevie demanded.

“T…t…this weekend?” Anne thought of her economics project coming due.

“That jackaSS wants to get married and I figured, what the f**k, lets get it over with.”

“Married?” Anne beamed. He actually pulled it off. Eric was going to marry Stevie.

“What the hell, James, you lose your f**king brains? That’s what I said. He thinks us being married will help with transition or some sh**. Anyway, I expect you at the City Hall at one o’clock. Oh, and bring a f**king bouquet. That jacka$$ wants me to have one.”

The phone clicked.

A bouquet? What did she know about wedding bouquets? But… yes, that’s right, Nance had been busy studying the bridal mags, dreaming of her big day. She would scout one out happily. Practice.