Hi, I’m Kim.

I met my agent at the BEA writer’s conference. You can read all about how I embarrassed myself (and still got the agent)!

The Body Finder was actually just a placeholder title so that I could find the file on my computer. It was more a description of what the main character could do than an actual title, but when I finished the book I still didn’t have anything better so I submitted it as is. I figured the publisher would change it anyway, so I made a list of alternate ideas. But they never did. So, The Body Finder it is.

In my head, I say it like “rake” with an “f,” but I’m not gonna judge you if you have some other way you want to say it. If you want to know more about Rafe, there’s a short story about him, Skin Contact. All I’ll say is that some of his secrets will be revealed!

In order, definitely! The Pledge, The Essence, The Offering—and The Taking, The Replaced, The Countdown.

Freakin’ awesome! ’Nuff said, but you can read more about it here.

All of them. If you know me, you should totally try to figure out which one is you. (Kidding!)

Absolutely.

• I don’t like to have my face touched. Ever. Even during a massage I ask the masseuse to skip my face completely. And facials, eww!
• I love bubblegum. Not all gum, just bubblegum… big, sticky, sweet wads of it. When I was little I used to save the chewed hunks by my bed at night and resume chewing in the morning. I know… gross.
• I have a weird mascara fetish. I’ve tried probably hundreds of brands and hate almost all of them. (I’m always open to suggestions!)
• I can’t bend over and touch my toes. Not even close.
• I love it when people fall. Or run into things. I was probably a Keystone Cop in a past life.
• I’m like a farmer… up at the crack of dawn, eating dinner by 6 PM, and usually in bed before 10. Anyone who’s been to my house after 7 PM has seen me in my bathrobe.
• When I first met my agent I was so nervous I confused the words “urban” and “rural,” and yet I still managed to get myself signed!
• I love anything dark and twisted, from horror to humor.
• I don’t eat chocolate. Except that sometimes I do. So that sort of makes me a liar.
• I get paid to lie. I have the best job ever!

I have this really nice office upstairs, with a beautiful desk and shelves and a comfy chair… it even has a door that locks. And yet every day I end up writing downstairs at the kitchen table, in the middle of the family, the dog, two cats, and all the chaos. I seem to be addicted to pandemonium.

I’m embarrassed to even answer this, because the honest answer is: too many. Even when I’m not actually watching, I like the background noise. Again, that addiction to chaos!

I’ve been writing since junior high, and even had an agent in my early twenties, so it’s funny that I didn’t major in anything “authorly.” I was a Biology major—Cellular Biology, Calculus, Physical Chemistry, Anatomy & Physiology. At one point, I really wanted to be a doctor. So, obviously, I became a writer instead.

I wrote my first novel when I was only twenty. Believe it or not, I actually had an agent for it, but it never reached publication. Thank god! That book made really, really good practice.

WAAAAAAITING… and then more waiting. There are LONG periods where I’ll hear absolutely no news from my agent or editor. Someday, I may actually die from impatience. (That is a medical fact from a former almost-pre-med student!)

Those unexpected “ohmygosh” moments are really cool. But honestly, the best part is finding out that someone else has read my book (my book!) and liked it. Enough to say so in public. In writing! I can’t believe this is my life!