• THE CONFESSIONAL RELEASE FEBRUARY 20, 2019

    Meet Saint and Grace, from my new book, The Confessional. It is a dark romantic suspense thriller and a standalone novel. The book will launch on February 20, 2019. It will be available for purchase as an Amazon ebook and paperback. Those enrolled in Kindle Unlimited can read it for free.


    Psychology student, Grace Fleming, is addicted to meaningless hook-ups in random places, impulsively following a script for self-destruction and bad behavior. She suffers from nightmares and a patchwork of flashbacks that leave her in a fugue state. Unsure what they mean, she goes to therapy, seeking answers. Is her mind conjuring them up or are they past encounters she’d blocked out.
    Saint is a private investigator of dubious character. He will take almost any case, but his favorite includes entrapping married women into infidelity. Saint is hired to keep a watchful eye on Grace while keeping his identity a secret. The paradox tempts him; is Grace, a devil in disguise or an angel with a crooked halo? When he finds himself in a compromising position, Saint quits. He soon regrets resigning when he discovers a sinister threat to her safety, and it may be the reason for the nightmares.

    Keep your eyes peeled 👀 for an exclusive excerpt.

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    Don’t miss out. Add Saint and Grace to your TBR

    PRE-ORDER LINK: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07NCL3R4B

  • “The confessional is dark, dangerous, addictive, and offers no cure or redemption.”

     “This is a great read. It also gives you a whole different look at people dealing with addiction and the way it affects them. “

    “The Author has really brought the characters out, you could feel their emotions. The Author did a fantastic job bringing the storyline.”

    “The storyline in this book is a little crazy, but oh so good! It takes a few chapters to really get into the good part of the story, but once you get there, you won’t be able to put your kindle down until the very end!  Awesome job, K. Nilsson!”

    Confessional by K Nilsson is set to release on February 20th! Mark your calendars and #PreOrder today
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  • The Confessional ~ Exclusive excerpt:

    Finn was working his shift, watching Grace from a side street near her house in Hollywood Hills. I went home to shower and eat something. Four hours later, he called.

    “Grace’s going somewhere… she’s been dolling up for the last hour,” he said. “You can see that close?”

    I was wondering what else he’d seen.

    “If only you knew,” he chuckled. “The glass butterfly roof makes it easy viewing with the drone.”

    “Do you want to follow her? If not, I can do it. I have no plans tonight,” I said.

    “I need the money, boss. How about we do it together? I need to install the tracker app on her phone, and maybe you can distract her.”

    I agreed.  I’d wanted to meet this girl since taking the case. She hadn’t gone anywhere outside her usual radius ever since she returned home.

    I was getting into the car when Finn sent me a text.

    Finn: Grace is on the move, I need to follow her.

    Me: Where is she?

    Finn: She started up that little fireplug of hers and got on I-10 toward Santa Monica. I’m on her tail.

    Me: I’m switching to the hands-free mode. I’m driving.

    Finn: Oh, forgot about that.  I am switching modes too.

    Ten minutes later, I was right behind her.

    Me: I’m on the highway. I think I see the Bug.

    The VW Bug was like a toy, changing lanes seamlessly as if it were in a video game. If I got too close, Grace might see my car.  It’s a little flashy for a private investigator, but it was perfect for driving in Southern California. I didn’t want to be spotted, but I wasn’t about to let her lose me. It wouldn’t be unusual for me to drive toward the beach at the same time as she, would it?

    Grace pulled up in front of a nondescript little piano bar near the beach.  The electric blue neon sign flashed its name, Place Pour Steaks. I got there just in time to see her hand keys to the valet and saunter in; her hips swaying from side to side.

    Me? I was playing catch-up all the way. I screeched to a stop in front of the other parking attendant and tossed him the keys.

    My 1962 Skylark convertible, though a little beat up, was my pride and joy.

    “See this fifty-dollar bill? It’s yours when I leave if you park it over there.”

    I pointed at a slot that said Reserved.

    Once inside, I took two minutes to find Grace. She’d scrambled up to the bar as if the house was on fire. I looked around for the usual suspects—girls down for whatever and putting in the effort to get noticed. I wanted to meander over to Grace right away, but I couldn’t look as if I was stalking her.

    She sat on the stool at the far end of the bar, her right leg elongated, the ball of the foot anchoring her in place, while she rested her left on the stool’s spindle, watching, scoping, and evaluating. It looked as though she had gone to the same school of surveillance as me.

    Grace’s platinum blonde hair was in loose waves around her shoulders.  She was wearing a style rich girls do well, casual, edgy, and expensive. An off-the-shoulder soft leather jacket, accented with zippers and buckles, was one breath away from slipping down her arms, even though it wrapped her upper body like a glove. A black lace strap appeared to be an afterthought. I wanted to lick her skin all along the edges of the lace and up into her collarbone.

     Grace wore the RL signature crisp, white, linen shorts. She encased those long legs in a pair of black over-the-knee boots by MB, an Italian leather shoe designer. As an investigator, I notice these details. If I didn’t have a professional agenda regarding Grace Fleming, I’d know every inch of leg inside the boots. I leaned in close to her and tried to get the bartender’s attention, but instead, I hoped to get hers. First impressions were everything, but I didn’t know what kind of image I’d present, because my interest in the Fleming girl was strong. I shuttered my face into an expression I’d perfected, dispassionate eyes that veil what I’m thinking or feeling.

    “Sir?” prompted the bartender.

    “I’d like Scotch neat with a glass of water.”

    “Would you like ice in your water, sir?”

    “No,” I said,  turning my palm down with a slight back-and-forth motion.

    I stood close enough to Grace to inhale her scent, vanilla, and oranges, with a hint of clove mixed. It was a heady concoction. I wondered if her whole body tasted like sugary breakfast cereal. She turned toward me, and our eyes locked. 

  • THE CONFESSIONAL COVER REVEAL!

    Meet Saint and Grace, from my new book, The Confessional. Alexander Dembrovsky of Mibl Art designed the cover.  Blue was first cover he designed for me. The second, Smoke Screen will release in March, and this is the third.

    3D IMAGE OF THE CONFESSIONAL BOOK COVER.  SAINT AND GRACE ARE ON THE COVER.  THE CONFESSIONAL IS BEHIND THE TITLE.

    The Confessional is a dark romantic suspense thriller, and best of all ~ a standalone novel. It will launch on February 20, 2019.  It will be in Kindle Unlimited.

    Psychology student, Grace Fleming, is addicted to meaningless hook-ups in random places, impulsively following a script for self-destruction and bad behavior. She suffers from nightmares and a patchwork of flashbacks that leave her in a fugue state. Unsure what they mean, she goes to therapy, seeking answers. Is her mind conjuring them up or are they past encounters she’d blocked out.

    Saint is a private investigator of dubious character. He will take almost any case, but his favorite includes entrapping married women into infidelity. Saint is hired to keep a watchful eye on Grace while keeping his identity a secret. The paradox tempts him; is Grace, a devil in disguise or an angel with a crooked halo? When he finds himself in a compromising position, Saint quits. He soon regrets resigning when he discovers a sinister threat to her safety, and it may be the reason for the nightmares.

    Don’t miss out.  Add Saint and Grace to your TBR https://www.goodreads.com/bo…/show/42515566-the-confessional

    PRE-ORDER LINK: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07NCL3R4B…

  • Blue Blitz

    Title: Blue
    Series: The Carson Trilogy #1
    Author: K. Nilsson
    Genre: Romantic Suspense
    Cover Design: Alex Dembrovsky, MiblArt
    Release Date: September 25, 2018
    Blurb
    He was a mistake.
    Rookie Private Investigator Devyn Foster knows
    the pain of losing a family.  It’s what
    fuels her determination to resolve the cases she’s assigned.
    Her latest is finding a missing computer whiz
    who vanishes while working on a secret project for a tech company.
    Things get complicated when a one-night stand
    with a devilishly handsome man becomes her biggest regret and distracts her from the case.  The wild night set in her
    mind leaves her in an emotional spiral…
    Will she cross paths with this enigmatic man again, who would sap her composure and divert her focus on the job?

    Author Bio

    Kimber Nilsson is a fan of crime dramas, is a romance
    addict, and history buff. Kimber is bicoastal, loves to travel, is an avid
    foodie, and an unapologetic reviewer of books, restaurants, and travel
    destinations.   She is an amateur photographer and lover of all kinds of
    art. 

    Author Links
  • MAX – loose women, and a cocktail

    Meet Max Carson

    I specialize in entrapping cheating women into infidelity,

    Then photograph them in the act.

    They deserve to get caught anyway.

    Some say I have redeeming virtues,

    I want to know what they’re smoking.

    The truth is I’m not a nice guy. 

    I wallow in anger and resentment.

    Then, I met the princess… 

  • COMING SOON – Cover Reveal for Blue

    You’ve asked for it.  The cover’s going live this Thursday.

    There will be prizes.  Add Blue to your Goodreads TBR

    How the book was one and done…not quite.

    Trust is hard to hand over, but Ira, also of MiblArt, promised to work with me.  My heart fluttered in excitement when I saw the mock-up Alex created. That’s not to say there weren’t adjustments or fine tuning.  They made it a rather seamless effort.

    Kate Halena was the content editor.  I committed to trusting her to go through a story I’ve put considerable thought into, baring my skills to someone else to find elements needing improvement and offer suggestions.  At first pass, I realized she understood the story and by the end of the process, realized she invested herself, too.  

    I struggled with both experiences but fortunate to have embraced them. The release day for Blue is September 25.  I hope you mark it on your Goodreads TBR.

     

  • BLUE TEASERS and TRAILERS

    Book teasers say what book covers can’t. Teasers and trailers give me the opportunity to indulge in the juicier parts of the story and use graphics to entice you to pick up the book and turn the pages, or swipe them if you read ebooks.

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  • BLUE BACK OF BOOK SUMMARY

    HE WAS A MISTAKE.

    Rookie Private Investigator Devyn Foster knows the pain of losing a family. It’s what fuels her determination to resolve the cases she’s assigned.


    Her latest is finding a missing computer whiz who vanishes while working on a secret project for a tech company.


    Things get complicated when a one-night stand with a devilishly handsome man becomes her biggest regret and distracts her from the case. The wild night set in her mind leaves her in an emotional spiral…


    Will she cross paths with this enigmatic man again, who would sap her composure and divert her focus on the job?

  • WHO IS BLUE ~ A SNEAK PEEK

    Devyn Foster looked out the window lazily sipping her latte.  The abstract paintings, chosen by the designer, were the only source of color on the neutral walls.  No expense was spared for the luxurious office because this was where she met with clients.

    “V, hold my calls.  I’m taking a lunch break.” Instantly, she regretted sounding a little bossy.

    Devyn’s mind wandered back to the disappointment of the past weekend, the lost opportunity of him.  His brooding eyes glinted her way when a barfly sidled up to her at and put his hand on her ass as if he owned it.  Maybe, she shouldn’t have shamed the idiot so loudly and insult his manhood.  But, he cock-blocked her view of dark and dangerous. 

    She was very attracted to him, something about his distance, his dark aura, and dangerous eyes. He lit a fireball between her legs. She wanted to lick his collarbone. But, the guy ignored her, didn’t even give her the time of day, no matter how much she tried to get his attention, not even when she taunted him.  He was infuriating.  Maybe, she shouldn’t have come on so strong.  Maybe she left a bad impression.

    Devyn left the bar angry and dejected.  The frustration followed her home and lingered.  She couldn’t get him out of her mind. Wetness pooled in her panties as she pictured him in her mind’s eye, teasing herself for hours at a time.  Her fantasies revolved around him pushing her up against the bathroom wall in the bar, holding her by the throat with one hand and fingering her clit with the other.  When she was close, he rode her hard from behind while yelling out his release.  Yes, she fantasized about many salacious scenarios for even more hours until at last, she fell asleep.

    Devyn pulled out a protein drink and a packet of crackers from her desk.  She took lunch in private avoiding distractions and unnecessary gossip.  Office politics threatened promising careers.   She knew it was foolish to troll.  She considered traveling to the next town over on weekends, but even that, exposed her to being found out, labeled a slut, and worse.  She would be in violation of the company’s morality clause.  It would be incredibly humiliating to be outed and fired.  There was also the possibility of being blackballed.  The mere whisper of impropriety would be a nightmare.  She was aware that being the only female executive at the firm made her an object of interest, prey to misogynists.

    Her mind wandered back to the bar, to him.  His eyes were brown and brooding as they glinted her way.  Devyn was well-aware she was eye-fucking him, even while he ordered his drink, a seven and seven, running his long fingers through the tousled hair, choppy and chestnut.  Extending his muscle-roped, tattoo-laced, arm to reach for his drink, she wished he’d reach for her hair to pet or pull it.  Devyn would be okay with it either way.

    Putting her doubts aside, Devyn made a mental list of his attributes, hoping she’d get another chance, wondering if she could catch his attention next time.

    What was she doing thinking about him at work!

    Finally, the caffeine kicked in, and real life intruded.  There were emails to send and phone calls to return.