Author: Kim Golden
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My wish list – Autumn 2015
This weekend, I am in Skåne in southern Sweden. It’s a beautiful place–especially here in Yngsjöstrand, near Åhus (famous as the birthplace for Absolute Vodka–and yes, the Absolut distillery is still here). Autumn has already arrived here in Sweden–the leaves are turning colors and the air is chilly, the days are shorter… and it’s…
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An interview with Kim Golden Malmgren
Yesterday, I was the featured author for Diverse Books Month. Check out the interview….
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Maybe Baby and Maybe Tonight up for Swirl Awards!
After spending many hours in transit from Philadelphia to Stockholm (via London) I arrived home to a very happy husband and news that the Maybe… series made it through the second round of voting for the Reader’s Choice awards for Best Cover and Best Series in the Swirl Awards. Maybe Baby is also a finalist for Best…
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Maybe Forever Giveaway Winners!
Yup, my brain is still lagging a bit from transatlantic travel, so I am a day late posting this. 🙂 The Maybe Forever Signed Paperback Giveaway is now CLOSED! The winners are Emily Breunig, Ida Louise Johnson and Monica Garry-Allen! Congrats, ladies! 😀 Please send me your postal addresses via my email (kimtalksbooks at gmail…
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How would you like to win an autographed copy of Maybe Forever?
I am so excited that Maybe Forever (the third part of the Maybe… series) is now available in paperback. In fact, I am so excited I am giving away three autographed copies. So what do you need to do to be one of the lucky winners? Not very much. All you need to do is…
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#SundayShare – from my WIP, Under the Milky Way
Belle was still curled in the same tight ball she slept in every night. No matter how many times I tried to massage away the thoughts that troubled her, she curled into herself, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other looped round her torso. I knew she was not yet accustomed to me beside…
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#SundayShare – from my WIP, Under the Milky Way
Belle was still curled in the same tight ball she slept in every night. No matter how many times I tried to massage away the thoughts that troubled her, she curled into herself, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other looped round her torso. I knew she was not yet accustomed to me beside…