Church Boy

EXCITING NEWS, my dear readers!

Last week I released my newest novel, Church Boy, to the world! While I should have posted on this sooner, I was a tad bit busy and forgot to advertise the book. (Pretty “redonk”). Anyway, I thought I would go ahead and post something now so that you guys are up-to-date!

Church Boy is not my typical book, but I’m happy it is done and released. It took a month to write and clocks in a little under 60,000 words. While I submitted the manuscript to Harlequin’s Christian line, the book was almost immediately rejected, so I thought: “Why not just go ahead and publish it free online?”

Without further ado, here’s some info on this little summer project of mine. 🙂

Who doesn’t want a church boy?

This is an everyday thought in the small town of Colonia, Mississippi, where church and romance are as integral as breathing. But when Olivia Scott moves to Colonia to care for her ailing father, she isn’t looking for love. The daughter of irreligious parents, Olivia constantly struggles with her Christian faith, and a summer romance isn’t on her mind. And for young Baptist minister Luke Sweeting, his peaceful life as a bachelor is tested when town gossip Lisa Richards decides to matchmake her pastor with their mysterious newcomer.

This unexpected love story sets off a chain reaction that affects the entire town, including a young mother who falls for a faith-seeking drug dealer; folks long entrenched in a Christian family feud; and Colonia churches of all backgrounds. Despite the pressures on the young couple, there is a common denominator: God’s will be done, and goodness will prevail no matter what is hurtled their way.

For most of you guys, this book is probably not your cup of tea. Romance? Christian romance? I mean, if I went into a bookstore today, I probably wouldn’t hit up the Christian romance section. That being said, this was something I’d been thinking of for a while, and I like to challenge my genres whenever possible. Some writers stick to legal thrillers, but I’m a bit of a chameleon, and this was my calling for summer 2019.

But for fun let’s have a little Q & A session on the book and see what you guys think!

1. How did you come up with this story?

The inspiration for Church Boy is a little murky in my mind. Whenever I am at college in California, I don’t get enough church/Jesus time, and it’s really because I miss church back home in the South.

I think I conceived this novel sometime around my sophomore year of college, and it was probably in response to being so far away from home. While there are churches all around the world (amen to that!), there is nothing quite like a good old Southern Baptist pulpit in my opinion.

The romance part of the book came much later. I knew I wanted to write wholesome Christian romance, so the connection between this book’s two main characters came rapidly. A pastor and an out-of-towner struggling with her faith? Interesting enough, and it was a way to play with dual aspects of ourselves: The faith-believing side, and the doubting side.

2. Why set it in Mississippi?

This book would not be possible without the South, and especially the state of Mississippi. As I mentioned before, there’s nothing quite like Southern Baptist churches, and when I was craving my Sunday mornings away, Mississippi was the place I wished I could visit.

A lot of you are probably thinking: Really? Mississippi?!?!?!

Yes, Mississippi. The people in this state are larger than life, but they’re some of the best people you’ll ever meet, and this novel is my attempt to flatter the people there. Of course, who knows what they think of good old Tennesseans. 😉

3. Where can I find/download your books?

Well, if you want, you can download any of my novels, including Church Boy, for free via Smashwords, Apple iBooks, and Barnes & Noble. While I want to make my novels free everywhere, they are $2.99 on the Kindle Store (eBook version) due to policy situations. As for paperback copies, I just sent my final edits to Amazon, and this is my first book published paperback (a little more expensive, unfortunately, but wow!).

Let me make it easier for all of us and post some links.

4. What are you working on next?

Well, I’m not really working on anything right now. I’m about to head back to college, so I’m sure I’ll have a lot of material to work with shortly. However, at this stage, I’m enjoying blogging, writing poetry, and studying airplane stuff. So we’ll see what comes from my fingers next. Maybe I’ll stick with romance, since those books are pretty easy to write, or I’ll challenge myself with something a little more thought-provoking. Who knows?



All right. This pop-up post is coming to a close, but thanks again for reading this attempt at marketing my latest book. I’m super excited for the future, and I feel so blessed to be able to share my content with you guys so easily online. Thank goodness for technology that allows us to share our stories with the world!

On Friday we will resume normal blog posts. That one will be a summer update post, so stay tuned for more then.

Until next time,

-Katie Kay ❤



CHURCH BOY (first chapter)



Chapter One


FOR EONS NOW the First Baptist Church of Colonia, Mississippi, had been the social hub of the entire county.

On Sundays every business shut down, except the bookstore run by the only Jewish man within fifty miles. Church was expected, not just a friendly tip. It was so expected that even the morally ambiguous put on their shiny shoes and zipped on over to their chosen place of worship—and there were plenty to choose from.

But nothing was more distinct than the First Baptist Church. Most churches within the area had long since given up their status as being first in their particular denomination: First Presbyterian had become Hope Pres, and First Lutheran, with its ten congregants, had become Friendship Lutheran. First Methodist, First Baptist’s loyal enemy, had stayed the same to spite those said Baptists, and the Church of Christ up and moved to the country, needing a respite from Colonia’s self-righteous residents.

Now it was true that most Southerners were, aptly so, Southern Baptist. It was a tradition with a rigorous history, and though its membership had been on the steady slope downward for a while now, Colonia’s First Baptist Church was as strong as ever. Nearly four hundred churchgoers flocked to the pulpit at ten-thirty on Sunday mornings, donning suits and dresses and the occasional skirt or slacks. Some women wore lace hats that plumed like peacock feathers, while others covered dainty hands with satin gloves. Everyone clutched weathered Bibles, including the youngsters who sprinted across the aisles with annoyed brothers and sisters trying to catch up.

Miss Sue, a religious attendee at First Baptist since the 1940s, was no stranger to the scene. Miss Sue, who was the opposite of a stickler, felt her panty hose rip right down the middle of her age-spotted leg as her great-grandchild, Emma Ray, bounced into Deacon Todd, who was a righteous son of a gun.

“What in…” shouted Deacon Todd, who held a stack of pamphlets in his leathered hands.

“Hiya!” shouted Emma Ray as Miss Sue caught up.

“Where is her mother?” snapped Deacon Todd, but when he caught a wicked glance from Miss Sue, he readjusted his tie.

“I’m a good enough substitute, don’t you think?” replied Miss Sue, shaking her head. “I know you wouldn’t have a clue, Todd Appleby.”

“A clue as to what, Sue Richards?” he growled, tossing a bulletin to an unsuspecting guest.

“How to live a little, and remember that children are children. Now, you come here, little miss!”

Emma Ray snaked her way out of her grandmother’s arms once more and dived into the sanctuary, her church shoes somehow screeching against the emerald green carpets that had been laid in the ’70s, back when Emma Ray’s mother was her size. The little girl was a tornado as she burst through throngs of gossips and guests and terrified people in general. Everyone had always thought there was possibly a curse in the Richards family line, because none of those Richards women could calm down.

“Emma Ray!” screamed Miss Sue, almost tripping over her nemesis in the process.

The nemesis, Rita Scarborough, licked her lips and rolled her eyes. She lifted a red-painted fingernail into the air and shook it back and forth as she chatted with her gaggle of best friends, all of whom had been born, survived, and would die in Colonia, Mississippi.

“Sue Richards,” she muttered.

“Emma Ray,” said of the friends, in a nasally accent, “is such a mess in comparison to your little Margaret Ann.”

Just at that moment Margaret Ann appeared, docile and doe-like in her mother’s arms. Rita took her granddaughter, kissing both china doll cheeks, while Emma Ray or Miss Sue (it was hard to tell) shrieked across the aisle.

“Grandma,” said Margaret Ann, pushing back a few perfect curls from her face, “Grandpa was looking for you.”

“Was he now?” asked Rita Scarborough. She knew it probably wasn’t true. Her husband of nearly forty years was always somewhere or the other, collecting even juicier news than she could. It was what had attracted them to each other in the first place, if you didn’t count the Ole Miss degree, fancy diamond ring, and the fact that they’d been matched since birth, when their families prayed over them at the baby dedication.

And, in reality, Wesley Scarborough was not looking for his wife. He stood beside Deacon Todd, greeting guests and regular attenders alike, learning as much as he could about anybody and everybody. Todd passed out the papers, and Wesley passed out the Southern hospitality.

At some point, as the sun rose higher in the sky on this particular Sunday morning, Wesley grew a little tired, because he needed a doughnut or a bagel or anything with caloric intake. Since it was almost show time, the crowd had withered in the lobby. Deacon Todd ran out of bulletins and grouched off like an elderly crab, leaving Wesley alone and at peace, because he enjoyed his solitude too, even in the midst of a place as spiritual as this.

But then, out of nowhere, the front doors opened, and there was a young woman he had never seen before. She was so young, he noted, that his wife would either take her under her wing or scoff at her for the rest of time, and so he estimated her age to be twenty-four. She wore an acceptable dress, her curly hair bouncing down her back, and she clutched a Bible with nervous hands. He knew they were nervous hands because he’d been in those shoes, long, long ago, when he also visited First Baptist Colonia after a long bout of disbelief and anger and grit and grime.

“Welcome, young lady!” he said, extending a hand.

“Am I late?” she asked, her eyes huge and green. “I wasn’t sure if… I don’t know. My neighbor invited me, and…”

“You’re all right,” said Wesley, wondering where this creature had beamed in from. “What’s your name, dear? I’m Wesley Scarborough.”

“Olivia Scott,” she said, the Bible a barrier between them.

“It’s nice to meet you, Olivia. Who’s your neighbor?”

“Lisa Richards.”

Wesley smiled to himself. “Lisa Richards, one of the most active members in this congregation! I swear—well, I suppose I shouldn’t swear, on account that we are Christian people, Miss Olivia—but half of this congregation belongs to the Richards family!”

“I’d believe it. There’s always something going on at that house.”

“Here, let’s see if we can see her. You’re just in time, dear. No worries if you’re late, either. We’re a talkative congregation.”

They walked to the edge of the sanctuary, where all four hundred congregants chattered and buzzed around like the busy bees they were. Wesley caught a glimpse of Deacon Todd throwing Emma Ray onto his shoulders, while Miss Sue chased him down. He then saw his wife and his daughter and the grandkids and smirked. There were the Pipers, debating politics, no doubt; and Mr. Blake Sampson, who’d never taken a wife, and Reece Jetterby, the richest man in the county, and Oscar Thomas, the poorest man in the county. But where in the world was Lisa Richards?

“It’s okay if you can’t find her,” said mild-mannered Olivia Scott, “because I can find her after the service. I just promised her I’d come, and so here I am.”

“Well, you’re more than welcome to sit with my family and me if you’d like, or I can point you in the direction of the young people’s section, or…”

“Hi, Wesley,” said a strong voice behind them, and Wesley twisted around to face the young pastor, Luke Sweeting, who’d been in town for three years but felt like a forever presence in the church home. Luke was twenty-eight, a Georgia man who’d been educated up North and came home with a desire to preach. He’d come to Colonia on a whim. But as everyone believed in Colonia, there was more to it than just a whim. Things always worked out according to God’s miraculous plan, and they had hope that things always would be that way.

“Pastor Luke!” shouted Wesley, grabbing the man’s hand, pulling him in for a hug. When they drew apart, Wesley began with, “This is our dear guest, Miss Olivia Scott.”

Olivia blushed, and Wesley found this interesting.

“Very nice to meet you, Olivia,” said Luke, shaking her hand. “Welcome to our church. I know it can be overwhelming, but I hope you enjoy your time here, and that you feel God’s presence in the meantime.”

“Thank you,” she said, and Luke excused himself, heading off to the worshippers, a shepherd collecting his flock.

“That’s the pastor,” said Wesley again, and then he nodded. “Well, I’m going to have to insist you sit with my family, Olivia Scott.”

“All right.”

“Follow me.”

This poor girl, thought Wesley to himself. At least she’d have a story to tell.


My beautiful readers! Thank you so much for reading this far. I hope you all are doing spectacular!

As you guys know, I have challenged myself to write three books this summer, one of them being this short but sweet romance, Church Boy. When it is finished, it will clock in around 50,000 words and be self-published through my go-to website, Smashwords, which you can find here: Link to my books!

Church Boy is a Southern, Christian romantic comedy. Some of you will probably cringe right there (and I absolutely feel you). However, I conceived this story a few years ago, and it felt like the time to crank it out before I totally lost the energy to write it.

This book pairs two unlikely leads: Luke Sweeting is a kind Southern Baptist pastor, whereas Olivia Scott is a struggling law student who is new to town. The two meet at Luke’s church in Colonia, Mississippi, where things do not exactly go according to plan…

Therefore, I wanted to give you guys a little teaser before the book comes out. Right now I am hoping to get it out there by June 1, but it may be pushed back to June 15. We will see, we will see. 😉

Okay, I have to go study for now, but expect more blog posts soon. Thank you all for reading!

Until next time,


You know, who doesn’t love some fake flowers from Hobby Lobby?


You never know whom you’re going to get…

It’s that time again… A new book is ready to be published!

As some of you guys know, I spent my summer writing as fast and furiously as I could. I completed five novels within four months, and it was some of the best creativity I’ve had in a while, though it was quite a lot. Three of these books were written as The Flores Sisters Trilogy, and The Blind Date is the final chapter.

These books were so much fun to write, and The Blind Date was probably the most fun of them all. Personally, I think it is the best one of the series, especially since it is not set up like a traditional love story. (If you read it, you will find out why!)

Here is a little synopsis for you:

Tessa Flores is a bubbly, outgoing librarian who is set up on a blind date with the awkward but kind Dev Virani, a computer programmer. As the two are introduced and learn they have more in common than they thought, the mysterious Oscar Owens poses that they take part in an elaborate treasure hunt that sends them to some of Memphis’s most interesting haunts: salsa clubs, antiques malls, the Mississippi River… All while learning that love is the most rewarding treasure of all.



Thank you guys, as always, for your support during this journey. I promise I have more books coming soon, but it will be a little while before the next one is out. (And, *cough cough*, it will not be a romance book.)

Until next time,







When life comes in threes…

Hello, my lovely readers! I am happy to announce the publishing of my latest romance novel, The Third Wheel, which will be available on the first of August. The Third Wheel is part of a trilogy that will focus on three Argentine-American sisters.

So, to celebrate the new book, I thought I would answer a few questions!


Kristina Flores is a young woman who always seems to be a favorite third wheel. When a mysterious man saves her from a failed three-person date, Kristina discovers that she may have found someone to share her pain. However, Tristan Taylor, Kristina’s mystery man, holds a secret to his past relationship history… And it may take a village (which includes Kristina’s dramatic Argentine American family) and an arranged trip to the Cayman Islands to help this couple find love for just the two of them.


After finishing a magical realism novel in May, I was craving some romance. For whatever reason, romance has always been the easiest thing to write for me, and magical realism requires excessive thought. Therefore, to cool down, I thought I’d write a romance book (which then became a trilogy, LOL).

And also… Who doesn’t have some experience as a third wheel? 😉


The next novel in the series, The Wedding Party, will be released on September 1. The book centers on Miranda Flores, a personal assistant living in California, who falls for her best friend’s fiancé’s brother. It was even more fun to write than The Third Wheel.


As always, I love when you guys read my posts. Thank you so much for your viewership and commitment to an unknown writer. It is always so much fun to check out your blogs as well. 🙂

Until next time,


The cover art for the new book!!

ANOTHER ONE (new book!!)

Well, I feel like I’m publishing books left and right. Today I am announcing the release of my newest libro, Mystic Mississippi, that is a swoon-worthy romance set in, you guessed it, Mississippi.

Since I’m in Argentina, I’m especially missing my good Southern roots, and I felt it was time to write a romance novel set back home. This book isn’t my magnum opus, but it was fun to write, and it’s probably a little cheesy at parts, but I think it serves its purpose.

Q & A over the book

Has your time abroad had any influence on your writing?

For sure. Being abroad has made me appreciate my home country (the USA) much more. I have also taken for granted having my family near me, and so I am quite excited to be reunited with them.

In Mystic Mississippi the main character has a strong bond with her mother, and I think that is highly representative of the fact that I miss my own mom. Family is hugely important to me.

Last year, after my freshman year of college, I wrote my favorite novel to-date, a magical realism that I hope to someday publish publish, not self-publish. Therefore, my best writing comes from being away, from exploring new areas and new ideals, but remembering who I am along the way.

Is there a guy who has inspired this romance?

While there is no one significant in my life right now, the main character of Cameron is based on someone I do know… Not to be too cryptic, but…

As for Clara, the book’s heroine, she is not based on me. While we have similarities, Clara is outspoken, sarcastic, and fiery. Therefore, I wanted to write a character who was unlike me, and I think Clara qualifies!

What are you working on next?

I am still working on a magical realism I wrote over my Christmas break. I hope to be done with it in the next few weeks, but I’m not sure if I will self-publish that one just quite yet. It is set in Tennessee and revolves around a family who moves into a (sort of!) haunted house.


As you guys know by now, I write for you, and I’m really happy to share  this latest book with you guys. I hope you enjoy it, but I’m probably going to shy away from romance for a little while.

As always…


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Mystic Mississippi (Out on iBooks, Barnes & Noble, and the Kindle Store)


As I write this, it is almost midnight, Buenos Aires time. I am exhausted after a long week of Spanish presentations, writing until my poor wrists bleed (just kidding, is that even possible?), and trying not to sweat through my deodorant as summer wraps up in the Southern Hemisphere.

Buenos Aires is a city that never sleeps, and I feel like my lifestyle has mimicked this motto in a way. As a result, I have been writing as I never have before, and I’ve made it my mission to publish my books.

Therefore, I want to explain a little bit more about what’s going on over here in the mente of Katie George.


Well, as the hopeless romantic I am, I have grown accustomed to seeing thousands of couples in the huge, bustling city that is Buenos Aires, and it became my mission to write a full-fledged romance novel. While I’ve delved in the realm a little bit, I know that romance books sell, and I want to sell my books. So, therefore, I’ve got a great book planned out that takes place in the American South. I’m about half-way done with it, and it’ll be out within the next two months.

Over my Christmas break, I also wrote about 95% of a magical realism novel that takes place in Tennessee. It is a pretty epic novel, and one that I’m not sure I will finish. (Yes, it is very painful to write eighty thousand words of a book and realize you don’t want to nip it in the bud.) We will see if I continue to write it, but I find myself in a different state of mind when I am doing this thing called “going to school.”


So, before I headed off to college two years ago, I discovered a wonderful writer named Liane Moriarty. She’s an Australian genius when it comes to chick lit, and I decided to imitate her style with a women’s novel of my own, even though I wrote it at eighteen and very much still a young girl.

However, my book, The Forever Optimist, was just collecting dust, and I decided it caused no harm to self-publish it through my go-to, Smashwords. I also discovered KDP (Kindle Direct Publishing) and was able to add four of my novels to the Kindle Store, which I think is pretty cool! I am excited to see where that path goes.

Anyway, The Forever Optimist is a story of, you guessed it!, optimism and its roots in a young woman’s heart after she witnesses a bizarre event that will shake her testimony. The novel takes place in a beachy Florida town on the Gulf Coast, and it was a blast to write. If you’re a fan of Liane Moriarty, then this was my attempt to appease you. 🙂


I am a full-time college student who doesn’t really know what’s going on. I’m a go-with-the-flow type, and that can be both detrimental and amazing. So, to tell my parents that I wanted to go to school to pursue a creative writing degree, that took a lot of guts, I suppose.

However, I decided that I wanted to pursue a double major in Spanish, and so here I find myself in Buenos Aires, Argentina, where I’m constantly consumed by my mind’s love of culture, travel, magical realism, and dulce de leche (seriously, if you don’t know what this is, please check it out. I may even include a picture of it at the end of this article). I am twenty years old, want to be a “real” writer for a living, and have dreams higher than the stratosphere. I know I am young, and people smile at me when I tell them I am a writer, but the truth is, I’m willing to try.

Every morning, I get up and write for three hours before my mile and a half journey to school. When I’m not writing, I’m researching literary agents, untraditional paths to publication, and how to better improve my storytelling. I spend my free time plotting new novels, and when I’m not a therapist to other college students, I try not to be too affected by rejection letters and youthful uncertainty.

The truth is that I’m twenty, and yes, I am a writer. You’re not a writer unless you write, and I write quite a bit. This thing is inside me, and I’m not sure I can ever let it go. The way I see it is that if I’m not blessed with a career in writing in the future, it will always be my passion, and I will always want to share it with the world–and you guys!

Therefore, thank you so much for being part of my journey. Thank you for taking a few seconds to read my blog, and I hope that you’ll follow your heart like I try to follow mine.  That’s what life’s about, isn’t it?

-K. ♥



y finalmente…

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DULCE DE LECHE, MY FAVORITE PART OF ARGENTINA (besides my awesome homestay family and empanadas and mis mejores amigos!!!)