Indie Author of Fairytale Retellings & Romantic Sci-Fi
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Kenley Davidson is an incurable introvert who took up writing to make space for all the untold stories in her head.
She loves rain, roller-coasters, coffee and happy endings, and is somewhat addicted to researching random facts and reading the dictionary (which she promises is way more fun than it sounds). A majority of her time is spent being mom to two kids and two dogs while inventing reasons not to do laundry (most of which seem to involve books).
Kenley is the author of The Andari Chronicles, an interconnected series of fairy tale retellings, and Conclave Worlds, a romantic science fiction series.
She also writes sweet contemporary romance under the pseudonym Kacey Linden.
Latest Blog Posts
The Daragh Deception Released July 17, 2017 Book description: Daragh is Emma Forester’s last hope. A corporate colony world on the outskirts of explored space, Daragh is the perfect place for a woman on the run to hide from her terrifying past. All Emma wants is to do her job and be left alone, but before she can disappear into her new life, she attracts the attention and the suspicions of brusque, handsome corporate soldier Devan Rybeck. Devan is convinced Emma is hiding something, but finds himself increasingly driven to protect the fragile-looking newcomer from the harsh realities of a colony world. Her distracting presence complicates his mission and his feelings, until a vicious attack reveals that neither Emma nor…
Here’s a sneak peak of Shadow and Thorn, book four of The Andari Chronicles: Prologue Darkness was her world. Darkness and silence. There was nothing and no one to break the silence, for she was alone, and when she was alone, she had neither ears nor voice. So deep was the darkness, that she had begun to wonder if there had ever been anything else. From time to time a whisper would find her from outside her formless cocoon, but the whispers could neither break her nor free her, so she slipped further and further into the void, further and further from memory and thought and caring. At last, she slept, and she forgot that sleep was another word for danger. Even…
My first official blog post as a writer is, ironically, a post about not writing. Because that’s what I’ve been doing for the past month. In the middle of a year dedicated to launching my career by way of ambitious goals and a breakneck writing schedule, I was sidelined for a month by the fruit of that ambition—a whopping case of self-neglect. Like many other writers, I have a family and a life that demands a majority of my time be spent doing things that are not writing. And, like a lot of moms, I often end up putting myself at the end of the line, whether it’s for breakfast or shoe shopping or sleep. And I thought I was…