USA Today bestselling Indie author Kristen Middleton (K.L. Middleton) lives in the Midwest with her husband and children. Since 2011 she has written and published over 29 stories in many different genres, including horror, fantasy, and romance.
She also writes under the name Cassie Alexandra. When she isn’t writing or carting her kids around, Kristen enjoys traveling, reading, cooking, and spending time with her family.
Kristen Middleton / K.L. Middleton / Cassie Alexandra (pen name)
TDBW: When did you start writing?
Kristen: I started writing in the fall of 2011.
TDBW: What was the first story you remember writing?
Kristen: Zombie Games (Origins)
TDBW: What genre is your most preferred?
Kristen: Paranormal Fantasy.
Witches of Bayport
TDBW: What challenges you the most in your writing?
Kristen: Staying focused on the story I’m supposed to be writing and meeting my own personal deadlines.
TDBW: What is your favorite thing about being an author?
Kristen: Entertaining people with my stories and getting positive feedback.
TDBW: What do you like least about being an author?
Kristen: Finding my books pirated. Other than that, I love almost everything about it.
TDBW: How many books do you currently have available?
Kristen: I have about twenty-nine stories published and some of them have been translated into other languages.
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TDBW: What projects are you currently working on?
Kristen: A billionaire romance thriller saga.
TDBW: Do you have any books coming out soon?
Kristen: The second book to my billionaire saga, Billionaire at Sea (book 2). I also am working with another author, Kristie Shafer, on a biker book called Phoenix Rising.
TDBW: Which book, or series, is your favorite?
Kristen: Zombie Games was my first series and I had fun writing it.
TDBW: Who are some of your favorite authors?
Kristen: Dean Koontz, Peter Straub, Stephen King, James Patterson Kristen Ashley, Nicholas Sparks, John Sanford, Stuart Woods, and Joanna Wylde
TDBW: Which book(s) inspire you the most?
Kristen: Too many to count but my favorite book of all time was The Stand, by Stephen King.
TDBW: Do you listen to music when you write? If so, what band(s) do you play?
Kristen: Oddly enough, I don’t. I find it hard to concentrate with music playing. I do get inspired by music, however. I’ll hear a song and relate it to a scene and want to listen to it when I’m not writing.
TDBW: Any hobbies?
Kristen: Painting and reading. Unfortunately, I don’t have a lot of time these days for either as I’m always writing.
TDBW: Tell us some more about yourself including your website and where we can find you on social media sites:
Kristen: I recently made the USA Today bestseller list with my biker series, which was a wonderful surprise. I’m still ecstatic over it.
About me personally – I live in the Midwest with my two daughters and husband. Prior to being a writer, I worked in banking, accounting and then furniture sales. When my youngest was one years old, I decided to open up a daycare in my home. Retail hours were killing me and I wanted to be with my family more. During that time, I started writing on the side and eventually published my first book, Zombie Games (Origins). I eventually began selling enough books that I was able to become a full time writer (about 4 years ago).
I have two websites.
TDBW: Care to share a bit of one of your books with us?
Kristen: My current work in progress is book two of my billionaire series. Here is an excerpt from book one, which is free everywhere right now in digital format:
“Mia, are you there?” asked Ridley from the other end of the phone.
“Yes,” I replied, gritting my teeth. “Why didn’t you tell me that we were catering a bachelor party?”
“Because I knew you’d say ‘no’,” she said, matter-of-factly.
“Because you knew I’d say… for God’s sake, Ridley, what in the world were you thinking?!” I snapped, seething inside. “You of all people should know that the last thing I want to do is place myself on a boat filled with drunken assholes for an entire week.”
“Number one, it’s a yacht. Number two, they’re extremely rich assholes who will tip us very well. Number three, we only have to be around them for a couple of days and number four, the owner of the boat is Damian Stryker.”
“Yeah, so?” I answered, not recognizing the name and not giving a rat’s ass if he was the president of the United States. The thought of being trapped, in the middle of the ocean, with a bunch of horned up, self-deserving men made my skin crawl. If anything, I was hurt. Hurt because Ridley, one of my best friends in the world, had to know how upsetting this would be. Especially since my ex had cheated on me at his own bachelor party less than a year ago.
“If you watched baseball, you’d know he’s the pitcher for the Tampa Bay–”
“I don’t care who this Damian guy is,” I replied, pacing back and forth in my living room. “Seriously, Ridley, you know why I don’t want to do this.”
“I’m sorry, Mia. I really thought you’d be over the incident with John by now. Besides, these are all strangers; for all we know, they’ll be very well behaved.”
“I’m trying to get over it, but this certainly won’t help,” I said miserably.
My heart still ached from the memory of walking into our newly built house the morning after his stag party. I’d been out of town for a catering convention with Ridley, and we’d returned earlier than planned. I’d found him naked and passed out in bed, but not alone. Apparently, one of the strippers from his party had given him a ride home in her fancy new Corvette, and then another in our bed. After waking him with a cold bucket of water, John had begged for my forgiveness, using the excuse that he hadn’t remembered anything. But from the smirk on the stripper’s face and the number of condom wrappers on the floor, I knew he was full of shit.
“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. The truth is, we need this gig. I’m behind on some bills and if we don’t do something quickly, we’re going to lose the catering van,” said Ridley.
I groaned. “Seriously?”
“I knew we should have taken that Bar Mitzvah party last weekend.”
“I had the flu. We couldn’t.”
“Maybe I could have tried doing it myself,” I murmured.
“Listen to me – the guest list was too big and pulling it off would have been a nightmare.”
“At least we’d have been paid,” I replied glumly.
“We will be paid big time if we take this gig.”
I didn’t say anything.
“Come on, Mia,” she pleaded. “You even mentioned that you were having a hard time coming up with rent for next month. Damian Stryker is paying us enough money that you won’t have to worry about it for the next six.”
“Look, all we have to do is prepare the meals and hand them off to the servers. We’ll be in the kitchen most of the time and probably won’t be anywhere near the guests.”
Admittedly, that didn’t sound completely horrible.
“My brother told me that Damian’s yacht is ridiculously huge. Seriously, I’m sure we’ll never have to deal with any of the drunken idiots.”
Mia’s brother was a sports agent and had a lot of connections. He’d been the one who’d set up our gig with Damian Stryker. When I’d first learned that we’d be spending an entire week cruising near the Virgin Islands, I’d been ecstatic. Now, I felt nothing but anxiety.
“Is your brother going to be there?”
Michael was a decent guy and someone who I trusted to keep things under control.
“No,” she replied. “It’s a very private party and even he doesn’t know who’s going to be on the guest list. More than likely, a bunch of sports celebrities. You know, this could actually be the chance of a lifetime. It may even earn us more business, once they try our food.”
As long as that was the only thing they tried tasting. I couldn’t speak for myself, but Ridley was beautiful and men were always asking her out. She had a boyfriend, however, and wasn’t the cheating kind. Even with someone rich, handsome, or famous.
“I guess it does sound like a great opportunity,” I admitted, reluctantly giving in. “And, as you said, it’s not like we have to be anywhere near these guys during the bachelor party.”
“Exactly. All we have to do is make sure their tummies are happy. As far as other parts of their bodies, we’ll let the strippers, or hookers, worry about that.”
“Yuck,” I replied, grimacing. “Do you really think there could be prostitutes at this thing?”
“I don’t know. They certainly have the money to get whatever it is that they want. I can’t imagine a bachelor party without some kind of naked entertainment.”
Hopefully, it would stop at pornos, but I didn’t believe we’d be so lucky.
“So? What do you think? Are you in or out?”
I stared outside of my living room window and smiled grimly. “What I think is that I’m crazy for agreeing to this.”
“But, you’ll do it?”
“Yes. It sounds like we don’t have a choice. We both obviously need the money.”
She squealed. “This job is going to change our lives. I can feel it in my bones.”
All I felt was a tight knot in the pit of my stomach. Something told me she was right, but at what price?