As a single mother on the verge of bankruptcy Kyra felt it was irresponsible to drown her sorrows in Cosmopolitans so she drowned them in Frappucinos and writing instead. The Frappucinos (complimented by a healthy dose of anxiety) lead to insomnia, which lead to more writing time and it wasn’t long before she realized that she had found her calling.
Two years later Kyra had an agent, a finished manuscript and bids from two New York publishing houses. She joyfully signed with Red Dress Ink for two contracts and a total of four books.
The critical and commercial success of Sex, Murder And A Double Latte and her second book Passion, Betrayal And Killer Highlights have allowed Kyra to make a living as a full time writer. Her recently released novellas, Just One Night (pt.1): The Stranger and Just One Night (pt.2): Exposed are both USA Today and New York Times bestsellers. She is thrilled to have found a career where she can profit from her own schizophrenic tendencies by giving all the voices in her head names and calling them "literary characters."
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Just One Night (part 1): The Stranger
Kasie knows who she's supposed to be. But One passionate night with a mysterious stranger will teach her who she wants to be.
You should sleep with a stranger, her best friend whispers in her hear as they take to Vegas for one last pre-wedding fling. Despite her best intentions, when Kasie Fitzgerald enters the casino and sees him, a man whose tailored clothes belied a powerful, even dangerous presence, she loses herself to the moment. Maybe it's the dress, much shorter than she'd ever normally wear, or the scotch, but something makes her give herself over to him more completely than she's ever done with a man before.
It was supposed to be just one night. But right as she's struggling not to obsess over the memory, he shows up in her office with an agenda. As the billionaire CEO of a company that's engaged her consulting firm, his demands just became her reality...and he desires so much more than just some attention in the boardroom.
Just One Night (part 2): Exposed
Part 2 of the Just One Night series. One passionate night with a stranger turned Kasie's world upside down, and just when she thought she was getting the hang of things, her fiancé finds out...
You should slee with a stranger--those words whispered in her ear by her best friend became a challenge Kasie took to heart. Suddenly, the man who gave her the most shocking pleasure in that upscale Vegas hotel--a man whose name she never bothered to find out--is her company's biggest client.
As this unknown man becomes Mr. Dade at the office, and Mr. Dade becomes Robert in the bedroom, kasie discovers her true nature and begins to question the carefully controlled, modest image she has crafted to please her family and colleagues. But when her fiancé, Dave, finds out, his rage and dseire to both keep her and pubish her could cost her everything---including Robert, the only man who has wanted Kasie for who she really is and the only man who makes her feel truly alive.
Sex, Murder and a Double Latte
Self proclaimed coffee addict, Sophie Katz has it all--a beautiful San Francisco apartment, a flourishing career as a murder mystery novelist, an exotic appearance (that can be attributed to her Black and Jewish ancestry), great friends, a loving (albeit neurotic) family, and a crazed fan who may or may not be trying to kill her. Now if Sophie doesn't do something about the latter she will lose everything.
Sophie Katz has just offered a man $12,000 for his services . . . Is she desperate or just meshugeneh?
Considering the kind of disasters that usually befall the half-black, half-Jewish mystery writer, probably both. Because the last time Sophie saw sexy P.I. Anatoly Darinsky, he practically danced a jig when she waved goodbye -- a normal reaction for a man who'd nearly bought the farm trying to protect her from her own foolishness. What are the chances he'd agree to take incriminating pictures of her sister's philandering husband? Or that he'd let her tag along -- you know . . .for research?
But when her brother-in-law turns up dead and her sister becomes the prime suspect, Sophie's priority is finding the real killer. With or without Anatoly's help. Her brother-in-law's secret life yields plenty of suspects, but the San Francisco police aren't taking any of them seriously. So Sophie does what comes naturally to her: she stirs up trouble (to lure the killer out, of course).
But if her crazy plan works, will Anatoly be there to protect her this time?
Mind her own business? Leave it to the experts? Not a chance.
Especially when asked to spy on her friend's strangely behaving husband, Eugene, at one of San Francisco's hottest nightclubs. When Sophie shows up in a short red cocktail dress and the potentially two-timing hubby shows up dead, the would-be sleuth launches a full investigation.
Without warning, Sophie plunges into a world of political mudslinging and campaign cover-ups. She uncovers some pretty dirty secrets, including a certain conservative congressional hopeful's involvement in the "Furry" community-a group with a fetish for mascot-sized animal costumes. Sex and politics, wouldn't you know?
Sophie knows she needs help, and turns to P.I. (and ex-boyfriend) Anatoly Darinsky. Together they set out to discover who killed Eugene and why. Their professional relationship may be repaired, but what will this very unusual case do for their personal one?
Mystery writer and dabbling recreational sleuth Sophie Katz is head over heels in love—with a three-bedroom Victorian. She's just got to have it, despite a few drawbacks. Her slimy ex is the Realtor. The rich, creepy seller wants her to join San Francisco's spirited Specter Society. And her first tour of the house reveals, well, a lifeless body clutching a cameo with a disturbing history of its own.
There's no way Sophie is going to give up the ghost on her dreams of stained glass and original woodwork, though—even when things become officially weird. A Society member is found with a slashed throat, and Sophie's house might as well be yelling, "GET…OUT!" She's hearing footsteps, lights are turning themselves off and her stuff keeps moving inexplicably. To top it off, boyfriend Anatoly thinks it's all in her head.
Sophie is 99 percent sure her problems are caused by someone six feet tall instead of six feet under, but the only way to be sure is to track down the killer—before he pushes her kicking and screaming to the other side….
Overjoyed at Mary Ann's engagement, amateur sleuth Sophie Katz can't wait for the wedding vows and party toasts to begin. But then Dena—best friend, bridesmaid and all-around vixen—is mysteriously shot just after the announcement. Leave this to the authorities? No way. Dena may never walk again, and Sophie vows to marry her fists with the shooter's face.
Problem is, the number of suspects is off the charts—from jaded lovers to anti-free-lovers to just plain old haters. Dena's made plenty of enemies thanks to her popular sex shop—and, yes, she's no saint—but really, who deserves to be shot?
With an überlogical almost boyfriend condemning her vigilante quest, and a wedding planner going vicariously bridezilla over the dream princess wedding, Sophie's barely thinking straight. But if she can keep her cool (and avoid all errant taffeta), she just might nab her man and save the (wedding) day.
If I really press myself, I can remember. The warning signs were there. No neon signs, mind you, just little sparks at the end ofa very long string. Funny that I could have been blind enough not to realize that the string was a lighted fuse.
When her boyfriend of three months, Tad Showers, proposes, twenty-six-year-old April thinks that everything in her life is finally falling into place. Between her flaky, tree hugging mother and her she-devil boss, marriage seems like the place she'll find love and security. Tad's exactly the kind of man April wants: smart, ambitious and wildly romantic.
But soon after they're married, the honeymoon ends. Tad's crazy, extravagant gestures are starting to look less romantic and more...
well, just plain crazy. Is it normal for her husband to never mention his family, rack up secret credit card debt and get less sleep than your average insomniac? Are you still supposed to stand by your man, even if it turns out he isn't who you thought he was? When she promised "for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health," this isn't what she pictured. But sometimes you don't get the life you imagined. And sometimes you have to figure out
how to write your own happy ending.