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As Kristine Overbrook I enjoy playing with the paranormal.  I find something comforting in describing what goes bump in the night, even if it’s something dangerous.

I’m sure you’ve all heard that truth is stranger than fiction.  My fun comes in trying to top the truth.  My only rule is that there must be a happy ending.  Like a rollercoaster, just because you end up safe at the end doesn’t mean you won’t have a heck of a ride.

Happy Release Day to Redeeming the Night

Redeeming the Night

Redeeming the Night

Today, my third novel, Redeeming the Night, is available in e-book!

Many readers have asked what happened to Eric Adams after the end of Creatures of the Moon.  Redeeming the Night tells the tale.

As a succubus, Ashley was raised to believe men’s souls are corrupt and must be taken from them. Her sisterhood has reaped this harvest for ages, but Ashley’s exposure to the real world has changed her way of thinking. Now she is running for her life . . . straight into Eric Adams’s arms.

When the daughter of a Las Vegas politician disappears, private investigator and freshly turned werewolf Eric stumbles onto a frightening series of kidnapped girls. But he finds himself distracted from the case by the mysterious Ashley. Though she keeps changing her physical appearance, he recognizes her each time their paths cross – and soon their souls are intertwined.

Now they must work together to free the girls from the clutches of a serial killer, all the while dodging the sisterhood who wants them both dead. Can Eric and Ashley change their hearts as easily as they can their appearances to save something bigger than themselves?

“Kristine Overbrook paints a vibrant image with her words. One page and the reader is completely drawn into the world she creates.” –Mary Behre, award-winning author of the Tidewater series

Stop by one of your favorite eBook sellers and pick it up for yourself.


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First Official Book Signing

Paratherapist: At Your Service

Paratherapist: At Your Service.

So much has happened in my life since I last posted.  Nothing much to do with writing–except to dramatically get in the way.  The bright side? It all provides fodder for future books.

Now that things have settled down a little.  I’ve finished my current work in progress, (the sequel to Creatures of the Moon) and am preparing to pitch it at the Pages to Publication Conference Saturday March 14th, 2015.  Very exciting.

In addition, I will be signing my recently re-released novel Paratherapist: At Your Service.

I’ve signed books for friends and family.  I’ve talked to readers about my books.  And have passed out bookmarks at a local Women’s Show table. This is the first time I will ever do all three.

For those who wish to purchase books on-line, but still want an autograph, I’ll have signature cards.  I simply can’t wait.

If you are in the Williamsburg, VA area March 14, 2015 between 9 AM and 4 PM, please stop by the Williamsburg Regional Library on 515 Scotland Street.  If you are interested in writing, check out the conference links and come join the fun, you can register at the door.  If you just want to meet some fabulous authors, stop in and say hello.

Little Traditions

Our Tree

Our Tree

I’ve been struggling with Christmas this year.  For a variety of reasons, it has been hard to get into the Christmas mood.

I began remembering when my brother and I were little.  We would sneak into the living room Christmas morning, while our parents slept.  They had been up the night before wrapping gifts till the wee hours.  We would identify which gifts were for whom, and then we would pick which to open first.

After that we would move on to the stockings.  We would lay the stocking on the coffee table then ever so meticulously we would remove each item from the stocking.  Ohhing and Aahhing, then we would place everything back the way it was, in the same order and position so just in case the parents’ coffee had made them more alert by the time we got to the stockings they wouldn’t know we peeked.

Finally, we would spend the rest of the time waiting playing with the board game or coloring book they left unwrapped under the tree to keep us occupied.  The television stayed off.

We did this every year.  Though I don’t remember having a coloring book when I was fifteen, but it was still tradition to chill quietly in the living room till the parents woke…or eleven o’clock came.  We couldn’t let them sleep all day.

Did you have little when you were growing up?


BoCreatures of the Moon_cvr.inddth of my novels are for sale this month on Amazon.  $1.99.

Creatures of the Moon was first published July of last year.  My first novel’s birthday!

If you haven’t already picked up your eBook you can follow this link and download either one of my books now.  If you have an iPod or iPhone, don’t worry you can download the kindle app for free at iTunes.  You don’t have to feel left out if you don’t have a device, Amazon also has an eReader for your computer.

If you prefer real books–I must admit, I still do–both books are available in paperback.Once Upon a Couch

While my books are a great value at any time, Crimson Romance, has decided to offer all Crimson Romance books for $1.99 for the entire month of July!  So after you’re done enjoying my novels, take a look at some of the other great titles they have to offer.

I don’t normally post what could be construed as an advertisement, but I would hate for you to miss out on a great deal.

Happy Reading!


I’m not talking about the singer–though I love her stuff–I mean the color. Pink. All over my head.Cotton Candy

This year I’ve taken to coloring my hair. For my anniversary, in February, I went blonde. It was a difficult change. I had to muster all of my courage. Then it was very difficult to get use to. I’ve been a brunette of one shade or another for all of my life. When I looked in the mirror, it wasn’t me. As the months passed I came to enjoy the blonde. The reason why they have more fun is because they get tons of positive attention. I had more come hither smiles from men in the five months I was blonde than I ever did as a brunette.

After I found the courage to go blonde, Hubby mentioned how he would be interested to see what I would look like as a redhead. To be honest, I was a little curious too. I picked up the stuff and did my hair for father’s day. I chose the wrong dye. The directions said rinse until the water runs clear. I kept rinsing and it kept coming out. Then, instead of the deep raspberry my hair should have been it was pink cotton candy with streaks of the old blonde with brunette roots. Ack!

Upside? Hubby thinks it’s cute and doesn’t want me to change it. Unfortunately, that is also the downside. I’ve got cotton candy on my head for Pete’s sake. When he actually caught me pouting (I haven’t pouted since I was ten) he said for me to do whatever I had to so I could be happy.

At least I work from home; otherwise I would have to call in sick until this is resolved. The day job would have an absolute bird.

The problem now? I have to go out in public to get the stuff to fix it. Do I wear the insanity proudly or do I put it in a bun and wear a ball cap?

Did you see that?

My son graduated this past Saturday. Yes, I’m the mother of a high school graduate. No, I didn’t have him when I was twelve. I just look that good.Cap

We’ve struggled with grades this year. He got a part time job at the beginning of the year and I think that took away the energy and time he would have used for studying. If I had it to do over again would I forbid him to work…no, but perhaps I would have insisted he wait a month or two until his grades were higher.

But, despite the job and other distractions, he passed. Our family spent Saturday morning at his commencement. The valedictorian won national awards for the debate team, and his speech was inspirational. So much so, I wish it were on you tube so I could share it with you.

A strange thing happened to me while we waited for the ceremony to begin.

We arrived at the school at 8:00 am. The ceremony didn’t start until 10:00, but my son wanted to be sure we got the best seats.
The gymnasium has a stage in it and was decorated beautifully. Chairs were set upon the stage to hold the graduating class. All ninety of them. In front of the stage were row upon row of chairs. Some reserved for the school board, some for guest speakers, and some for the press. Our family sat directly behind the school board, on the proper side to see my son’s face as he walked across the stage.

Eventually, people started filling in. At 9:00 they really began to arrive. Quite a few would stand at the front near us with their hands on their hips and loudly lament that they missed the “good seats.” (It pays to get there extremely early.) On our row, there was another family on the other end, which left two seats between us and the family next to us. Most other groups had over five and therefore no use for our two seats.

About 9:30 a man come up the row behind me. He leaned down into my field of vision and asked, “Is this seat taken?”

I gestured toward the chair next to me. “No, it’s all yours.”

“Thanks,” he said. Then he griped the seat, lifted it over his head, and walked away with it.

The woman from the other family on my row, whom I’d been chatting with, blinked a few times. “I guess he took you literally.”

Of course, I immediately wrote it down. As I’ve said before, sometimes real life is where awesome stories are born.  I think my husband, mother-in-law, and daughter laughed more at me than they did at him.

Have you ever been so surprised by someone’s actions you have to look around to be sure others saw it too?

Names can evoke memories

The east coast of America is about to be hit by tropical storm Andrea. This is not new. Tropical storms and hurricanes hit the U.S. all the time. The part that gets me is the name.

Andrea was one if my best friends growing up. Of our trio, she was the bravest and most advanced. I was older and couldn’t care less about my appearance; she pinned me to the ground and brushed my hair. I just did the math, it was 30 years ago. Yikes!!

All these memories, and more, come to mind when I hear her name. So what about you? Is there a name that evokes memories for you?