Kimberly Killion

Welcome to my little corner! I am a graphic designer by trade and a historical romance writer by desire. Although an artist by profession, I traded my paintbrush for a pen about eight years ago. After writing and illustrating a mystical world of fairies, I began to explore the realm of romance novels.

Every day is a new beginning, as I discover a fascinating character in every person I meet. With every puckered brow or mischievous smile, there's a hero evolving and a heroine fast at his heels.

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~FOR HIS LOVE~

Astride a stolen horse, encircled by the shackled arms of Broderick Maxwell, a Scottish spy escaping certain death in the Tower of London, Lizbeth Ives rides to the north, hidden by the merciful darkness. By stealth and by cunning, the daughter of the Lord High Executioner has undone her father’s cruel work, compelled to save the innocent man with her. There is no turning back—they are bound as one in his iron chains. Consumed by mortal fear, driven by passion, they disappear into the night…
A single raven follows them. Is it an omen? Or only the first of those who would capture them? They must ride on. If captured, they will face death together. But if they reach Scotland, he will claim her for his own…forever.

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CHARACTER INSPIRATION FOR
HER ONE DESIRE

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~EXCERPT~

Her father had to protect her, or she would be dead.
Lizbeth Ives stumbled off the last step of the stairwell in her haste and landed hard on her knees. The soldier’s footsteps echoed in the distance. She glanced over her shoulder. Dancing shadows brought the torch-lit stone walls to life and sent her already pounding heart into a frenzy.
Scrambling to her feet, Lizzy clutched the neck of her cloak, safeguarding the document hidden in the bodice of her gown, already envisioning her head atop the chopping block. Her throat burned with every step. The tunnel seemed longer, narrower, darker. A bout of dizziness set her off balance when she rounded the corner. Her eyelids pinched shut, if only for a moment to ease her escalating fear. She swallowed hard then inhaled the sour stench of the dungeon, a smell she would never grow accustomed to, regardless of the years she’d spent in the Tower.
Two men, who’d guarded the dungeon since her childhood, straightened in front of the arched doorway as she approached. Lizzy forced her steps to a calm, even clip.
“Good den, Lady Ives.” One guard dipped his head in greeting.
“Sirs.” She acknowledged them with a quick bow. “I have need to speak with my father.”
“He is at work,” the taller replied. “Lord Ives will not be pleased with your interruption, m’lady.”
“Then I shall suffer his fury of my own will. Now step aside, and allow me entrance.” The authority in her voice shocked her, but she had no time for niceties. Lord Hollister’s blackguards would be upon her any moment... CLICK HERE TO READ MORE...