If you aren’t aware, my novel Before the Harvest is FREE right now. That’s right. That sucker is free, as in zero dollars and zero cents. Now I don’t want to tell you how to live your life or anything, but where I come from free is a good deal so you might wanna hop on over to the Amazon where Krazy Kim is giving away Kindle books. Hopefully you’ll like it and leave me a nice review. But even if you don’t like this one, I have plenty of others to choose from so make yourself at home and browse around while you’re there. What’s that, you ask? What’s the book about? Well, let me tell ya…

A suspenseful and thrilling fast-paced horror novel from the author of HELD.


When the Martins move their daughter from the crime-filled streets of St. Louis to the safety of the countryside, they don’t realize that the rural town they think of as a protective haven is loaded with secrets, and the farm they lease is far from safe. It is cursed land, and they’re about to find out the hard way that danger lurks everywhere, even in a small, peaceful farming community.


Will the Martins live to see dawn, or will they only add to the rising body count?

Grab your FREE copy now.

And be sure to tell your friends! Tell your friends’ friends! Tell your enemies! Tell your sister’s boyfriend’s cousin’s aunt’s mailman! Tell everybody!

Ego Boost

I stumbled across this fantastic 5-star review that a reader left at Amazon for my novel HELD, all the way back in 2012. It’s one of those reviews that make it all worth it, you know? All the long hours, the headaches, the frustration, the achy back and neck, the irritated eyes from staring at a computer screen so long…Hearing that someone so thoroughly enjoyed those sacrifices really makes it all worthwhile. It refills the tank, re-energizes the soul. I just thought I’d share it with you, and once again thank the reviewer, whoever and wherever they may be.

So, dear reader, THANK YOU!

I am extremely difficult to satisfy when it comes to fiction. Usually I only read non fiction/true crime because it has an intensity that can’t be matched via fiction, knowing it is just a story. However I have been left between the old rock and a hard place. 99% of non fiction/true crime is so lame and tepid, lacking in detail with descriptions of the criminal acts so sanitized and neutered they are glossed over with one or two words…he tortured her and killed her. I want the DETAILS, brutal, unfiltered, explicit details of each act of torture, what was done, in when, and how murdered. There have only been a couple of books that do the subject justice. All the other Ann Rule type true crime garbage by all these authors is hopelessly boring. Fiction I gave up on because like I said, knowing it is nothing more than a story there is no intensity….well this book changed all that for me. I LOVED this book and I am amazed at Kimberly’s writing. I was cringing so often through this book. What a fantastic mind she has. I couldn’t put this book down and when I did i couldn’t wait to get back to it. I loved the hostage, despised and wanted to kill the kidnapper. No cliche ending. Brilliant start to finish. I can’t believe this came from the mind of a woman. She would be fascinating to know and talk with I am sure.

I read multiple books continuously. I am a new fan of Kimberly now and I will read everything she writes and has written. I can only say that about 2 other authors. Get it, read it.

Held Cover


Nicole Lee, a young wife and new mother, steps out of the mall, squinting against the glare of the midday sun, completely unaware that her life is about to change forever.

In a matter of seconds, she is steeped in fear as the world she knows and the life she loves fades away.

As the panic sets in and the terror takes hold, Nicole tries to keep calm, though she’s now in a frantic fight for her life. Locked in a deadly battle of wits with a psychopath, she struggles to keep her sanity as she’s held.


“…one of the best purchases I have made on Amazon. I took a chance on an unknown author and found a new favorite to follow. I was just expecting a dark run-of-the-mill thriller and found a writer who can actually scare the heebie jeebies out of me.” — Independent Review

“Texas Chainsaw meets Silence of the Lambs.” — Independent Review

“…grabs you by the throat on the first page and relentlessly squeezes you to the last.” — Independent Review

Buy it here.

Review Recruit

I’m looking for some folks who’d be interested in swapping a free digital copy of my newest novel Exodus in exchange for an honest review at Amazon. Reviews are more important to authors than most people realize. For example, until I hit the 25th review, Exodus won’t show up in the “Customers Who Bought This Item Also Bought” or the “Customers Who Viewed This Item Also Viewed” sections. Also, to do any sort of promotions or giveaways, I need a minimum number of reviews. That minimum varies from place to place, but it’s there.

So whataya say? I’ll give you a copy of Exodus, you read it, hopefully like it, and then head on over to Amazon to leave a review. A brutally honest review. If it sucked, say it sucked. The review doesn’t have to be long or perfect. It just has to be. And of course be honest.

In case you forgot what Exodus was about…



At the height of the Great Depression, thousands of families who have lost everything are left with no choice but to make the pilgrimage westward in search of a new life. Some will find what they’re looking for. Some will not and will then be forced to make the long journey back home. Then there are the others, those who never make it to either place because they made a stop along the way in a town called Exodus, an abandoned silver mining town in eastern Arizona where nothing good ever happens and most folks never leave.




If you’re interested, you can let me know at kimberlyabettes(at)yahoo(dot)com. Thanks in advance!

Exodus is Here!

Finally, after months and months of nail-biting, banging my head against the wall, and crying in the shower, EXODUS has finally made it to Amazon.











At the height of the Great Depression, thousands of families who have lost everything are left with no choice but to make the pilgrimage westward in search of a new life. Some will find what they’re looking for. Some will not and will then be forced to make the long journey back home. Then there are the others, those who never make it to either place because they made a stop along the way in a town called Exodus, an abandoned silver mining town in eastern Arizona where nothing good ever happens and most folks never leave.

The Carlsons–John, his wife Anne, and their newborn baby James–are one of countless families heading west, and they’re one of many unfortunate families who decide to make a stop in Exodus. The sign on the highway promises food and gas, both of which the Carlsons need. But the sign doesn’t advertise all that Exodus has to offer.

It doesn’t mention the torture.

The cannibalism.

The death.

Caught now in a horrifying world of madness, Anne has to fight to save her family, though doing so will push her to the very brink of her own sanity.

*A horror novel for mature audiences only.

Buy EXODUS now.

Happy Birthday, Dylan

18 years ago today, at 2:54 PM, after 36 hours of natural labor, I gave birth to an 8-pound 5-ounce boy. He was perfect. He is perfect. He’s brilliant and hilarious and kind and awesome. Just ask him. He’ll tell you all about how awesome he is. Hey, I never said he was modest. (Kidding!)

I have absolutely loved every single second that I’ve been his mother. Every joke, every laugh and giggle, every argument, every clash of views or opinions, every single thing about being his mom has been a pure joy. I love him more every day, even when I think it isn’t possible to love him any more than I already do.

Without knowing how I got so lucky, I’ve had the pleasure of watching that tiny baby become a man. And not just any man, but a man I’m extremely proud of, for all the reasons I listed above and so many more. It’s been a fabulous 18 years, and I’m very much looking forward to the next stage of his life.

I love you, Dylan Blaize Bettes. More today than yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow.

Why Indie is Better

You know how most bands or artists have an amazing debut album but then they sort of, well, go to pot? They burst onto the scene with this fresh new sound that everyone loves, with soul-piercing lyrics and head-bopping beats, and then every album after that pales in comparison. You hang on the edge of your seat, waiting for the release of their next album in the hopes and expectations that it will be as good as the first. But then it comes out and falls flat. Just like the next one, and the one after that. I could cite examples for days. Hootie and the Blowfish is just one of many, many examples. You ever wonder why that is? I have. And I know the answer.

The music is always the best when the artists are independent, when they’re making music for the love of making music. Before the corporate business aspect comes into play. Before their music is being dictated by stuffy old white guys in suits and ties who think they know what the people want to hear. It becomes all about what will sell. Not what will touch the listener. That’s when it all goes to shit. The lyrics, the music, the beat, everything. Gone is the breath of fresh air from the band that was doing what they loved, which is something easily picked up on by the listener. That’s right. We can tell when a band is in it for the love of what they do and when they’re just doing it for the money. And ironically, the time they start doing it for the money is just about the time the money dries up, because we don’t want to hear yet another sellout band. We want the band that grabbed our interest back in the beginning, the band that sunk their musical claws into us and wouldn’t let go.

The same can be said about indie films. And yes, independent authors.

When you’re an indie, you don’t have to answer to anybody. You can make whatever song or movie or book you want. You can tell your story your way, the way it was meant to be told. Indies are in it for the love of what they do. They’re not in it for the money, because there usually isn’t any money. It’s only later, when corporations get involved and the artists have to create within guidelines set by the guys in suits that it loses its charm. That’s when people lose interest. When the craft becomes a business and the art becomes a product.

The Criers Club Giveaway

For a limited time, my heart-wrenching novel THE CRIERS CLUB is free at Amazon.

The Criers Club FINALAdam Spencer, a happily married 37 year-old father of two young boys, has everything he wants. A successful business, a beautiful home, two cars in the garage, and a dog. What he doesn’t want is to die. But Adam doesn’t have a say in the matter. He just found out he has brain cancer.

Troubled by his newly-discovered death sentence, Adam joins a support group for the terminally ill. There, he meets six strangers who are struggling to cope with their own impending demises.

When one member of the group dies, leaving behind an unfulfilled dream, the others realize just how limited their time is. Now, as the youngest member nears the end of his short life, they become determined to make sure the boy’s dream comes true before it’s too late. Together they embark on a road trip that will teach them all what it means to live and to die.

Download THE CRIERS CLUB here, and remember to please leave an honest review at Amazon or somewhere else online after you’ve read it. Thank you in advance.


I just finished watching Celebrity Legacies, the Kurt Cobain episode. By my recollection, this was the second time I’ve seen it. It takes me back to a simpler time, before cell phones, before the internet, before everything meant to make our lives better but which often gets in the way. Nirvana was everywhere. The radio. The jukebox. The stereo. Everywhere. The early ’90s were an amazing time to be alive, and I’m so very happy I got to be a part of it.

If you were lucky enough to live in the ’90s, you surely remember those big CD cases that were kept in your vehicle. They held anywhere from 25-200 CDs. Most were leather binders that zipped closed. I had two of those huge 200-CD capacity binders and a smaller 25-capacity binder.

That’s right. I love music.

While I was riding around with a friend one night, she was on stereo duty and flipping through the pages of my binder in search of another CD to listen to. She saw Nirvana’s Nevermind and made a statement that I still think about. She said, “Everybody I know has this CD in their CD case.” You know what? She was right. I’d never thought about it before that night, but I started paying attention to everyone’s CD collection, and yes, everyone–whether they were grunge rockers or country fans, young or old–everyone had that CD. I assume most still do, though they might have traded in the physical CD for the digital version.

Nevermind is profound in many ways. But that’s looking back on it from the 2016 perspective, after seeing how it knocked the world on its ass. I can’t help but wonder if maybe the reason it touched all of us back then, in the moment, was not only because it was good music, but because we were aware even then that it was important. That it was changing things. That album pushed hair bands to the back of the line and brought forth a flannel-wearing grunge movement that would forever change the landscape of music. I think we knew that. I think that’s why we all wanted to have it, to own it, to hold it in our hands so we could be a part–however small–of that shift. Everybody wants to be a part of something bigger than us, some monumental movement, and I think that for us ’90s people that movement was Nevermind.


List of Things That Don’t Make You A Writer



When I moved to Austin, I was surprised to learn that every guy and gal hanging out at a coffee shop was a novelist, every barista was sitting on a few truly outstanding, and unpublished, literary masterpieces, and everyone with a beard, a bike or a flowery skirt was either a great poet, the next Flannery O’Connor or the creator of the most amazing movie script in the history of scripts. It took me a week to figure out it was all bullshit. Then I learned that it’s even worse online. To help you figure it out faster, and to clarify things for all the “writers” out there, here’s a list of things that don’t make you a writer:

  1. Owning a laptop.
  2. Going to a coffee shop.
  3. Owning a cat.
  4. Putting the word author in your Twitter bio.
  5. Drinking/talking about/enjoying coffee.
  6. Living next to a university.
  7. Hanging out with writers.

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Authors Reviewing Authors

A couple of years back, the news broke that certain authors had created fake or “sock puppet” accounts in order to a) leave fake good reviews for themselves and b) leave fake bad reviews for other authors. Deplorable, right? Shady, right? Juvenile, right? Yes, yes, and yes. I have never and will never do any such thing.

Since then, I have been in a bit of a quandary. I’d like your thoughts and opinions on the matter, so here goes.

What do you think about writers leaving reviews for other authors’ books? For example, when I read a book, I would love to leave a review. But then I remember all the hubbub over those fools who faked a bunch of reviews and I think no. I shouldn’t do that. Why not? Because people might think I did the author a favor or something by leaving a review, probably for a book I didn’t read (which I would NEVER do).

What I want to know is what you, the reader, think when you see that an author has left a review on a book. Do you think it’s honest and fair? Or do you think it’s some sneaky lie? Do you think authors should even leave reviews for books?

As a writer, I know just how important reviews are. If we were carpenters, reviews are our nails. If we were surgeons, reviews are our scalpels. If we were photographers, reviews are our cameras. Reviews are absolutely essential to what we do. Readers use them to judge whether or not the book is worth their time and money. Sometimes, when a reader is on the fence about investing so much of themselves into our work, those reviews are the deciding factor. Knowing this, it kills me to not leave reviews for fear of readers thinking it’s a fake, a lie.

It’s time to weigh in. Tell me what you think. And thank you in advance for your opinions. 🙂