Guess the Guest

Today my random guest blogger and fellow author plucked from the maw of the general public is…K.D. Williamson. Now you don’t have to guess.

Take it away K.D.

Words on Paper

Growing up in the South, Arkansas to be exact, I did my best to lay low. This wasn’t easy Blurred-Lines-by-KD-Williamsonbecause I was weird, smart, and black. I tried to fit in with one click or another, and I made some good friends who accepted me along the way. Also, I met quite a few mean girls as well. That’s a story for another day perhaps.

Regardless, all through high school, I was the consummate student. Most people, unless you really knew me, didn’t know I existed at all. I liked it that way. It wasn’t until my English class, sophomore year, that I came out of my shell with the help of my teacher and made a huge discovery.

I could write.

Well, yeah obviously I was in 10th grade (Newport High School), but you get what I mean.

It was a harmless little writing exercise with prompts and everything, and I chose to illuminate my experience at JROTC camp where I repelled off a fifty foot building ass over tea kettle–okay I was pushed off because I was scared shitless—semantics. After I read my paragraph out loud, my classmates were looking at me like I was the weirdo I knew myself to be. Then, the teacher and my peers began telling me how good it was.


They were just words on a piece of lined paper. I stared at them and read it over and over again to the point where I damn near missed the other assignments. Can’t have that—honor student and all. The more I stared at that paper. The more I noticed a unique spin of adjectives and other words that helped the audience feel my fear and relive the hilarity.

I felt special. I had a talent. Didn’t care too much about mean girls anymore, but good movie!

Didn’t do a damn thing with it for years except write papers in college on the works Chaucer, John Milton, Zora Neal Hurston, and so on.

As an adult, I started to take writing seriously again. It didn’t come to me easy. I consider myself a binge writer. I don’t plod away. I have more of a tendency to explode. I made a big boom somehow and ended up with my first book published in 2009.

Here I am again. I exploded once more and Blurred Lines, Book One in the Cops and Docs Series, was  born thanks to Ylva Publishing. What resulted? Two incredibly strong women who have been through the ringer one way or another, but they kept moving whether it was forward, backwards, or sideways.

Kelli McCabe is someone you want to have a beer with because you know she will have it coming out of your nose because of laughing so hard. When the night is over, she’ll get you home safe and sound. The next day though, she will tease the shit out of you and ask you to do it all over again. The kicker is—you will.

Then, there is Nora. At first glance, she appears to be someone that needs protection. However, upon a closer look, yeah she can be fragile, but she’s used to holding her own against everyone who sees her as some mindless automaton. She knows who she is or thinks that she does.

When these two meet and clash, neither one of them come out of it the same.

If you want to get to know these ladies and their rag tag entourage, Blurred Lines is available for pre-order on Ylva, but it will be officially available elsewhere on February 3rd.

Special thanks to Gill McKnight for allowing me to borrow her space for a little while. Feel free to check out my space


Kelli McCabe is a no-nonsense detective with a tough exterior. Only a select few know her as a loyal, loving friend. Committed to her family, her friends, and her job, Kelli puts her needs behind everyone else’s.

As a surgeon, Nora Whitmore is used to being in control. The hospital is her life and leaves room for little else. Respected by her colleagues, but misunderstood by the residents, Nora takes what she needs and keeps everyone at arm’s length. In the process, she creates unexpected enemies.

Tragedy brings them together. As chaos grows around them, the lines between them begin to blur. Despite being from different worlds, friendship grows between them, turning quickly to attraction. Will these two strong, independent women find a way to deal with their individual baggage? Or will they be overcome by it?




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