Granite State Authors: Kathryn Hills

Posted October 16, 2017 by Jen in Granite State Authors Tags:

Periodically during 2017, I’m going feature authors from my home state, New Hampshire. We may be a small state, but we are BIG on talent. Please share and follow along with #GraniteStateAuthors, and join me in celebrating these wonderful…

Just the Facts:

Author: Kathryn Hills


The rich history and many mysteries of New England are the perfect backdrop for Kathryn’s books. Winding roads lined by old stone walls, forgotten cemeteries, grand homes with shadowy pasts…all sparks for her imagination. Whether it’s a quaint seaside town or the vibrant city of Boston, it’s easy for this “hauntingly romantic” author to envision the past mingling with the present.

Taking it further—to have characters experience the past and present, opposite to “when” they belong—is the fun part. No surprise, some of Kathryn’s favorite stories involve time travel. And ghosts! Sprinkle in some magic, and you’re off on a great adventure!

When not writing, she’s taking photographs of the beautiful landscape that surrounds her. Kathryn shares her colonial home with those she loves most…her wonderful husband and daughter, and three crazy dogs.

Twitter:  @AuthorKathrynH
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Quick Questions:

How long have you lived in New Hampshire? 

I’ve lived in New Hampshire for almost twenty years now, returning after some years down south. There, I was the “crazy neighbor” …decorating my house for Halloween on October 1st, anxious for the slightest hint of a cool breeze so I could wear a sweater. Turn the AC up, we can drink hot cocoa and pretend! Yeah…that was me. Don’t get me wrong, palm trees with hot summer days—year-round—was great. But I longed for cool wind-swept days and falling leaves.

Does living here in NH provide inspiration for your writing? Do you use New Hampshire and/or New England as a setting in any of your books?

Absolutely! ALL my books are set in New England, and some future releases take place solely in New Hampshire. There’s something about this part of the world that inspires me, and I don’t have to look far to find it. Shall I paint you a picture? As I look out my window this morning, I see leaves, beginning their turn to bright red and orange. Chipmunks and birds, a centuries-old tumbled stone wall. And of course, my growing collection of pumpkins! The wood stove is warming away the morning chill, and I’m flanked by sleepy dogs. *sigh*

The inspiration doesn’t end there for me. Mountains and forests, the Lakes Region, the Seacoast…it’s all within a reasonable drive. History…from charming B&B’s to grand hotels, stately mansions, whaling towns. Plus, we’d need a week to talk about all the spooky fun you can have here! You want to check out a haunted cemetery, inn, or lighthouse? Pick a direction, and start driving!

What is your favorite time of year in NH and why?

Hands down, fall! For all the reasons I’ve mentioned already. I write paranormal, so Halloween is my jam, and New Hampshire/New England folks embrace this time of year like no others. It’s no surprise the spirit of the season peppers the pages of my books. Hell and Handbaskets, my upcoming release, even begins on Halloween night in Boston.

So, grab your mug of pumpkin spiced coffee or hot cocoa, (wine or Dunkin’s iced coffee works too) a fuzzy blanket, and your favorite snuggle buddy. Then pick up a book. Try my first in this series, Haunting Highland House. If you love ghost stories and time travel set in New England, I’m your author! And let me introduce you to my favorite haunted house…

Featured Work:

Haunting Highland House

Living in a haunted house and uncovering a gateway in time were not in the job description when Samantha Merrill agreed to be the property manager of Highland House. Old photos of the reclusive master of the manor captivate her, yet she’s terrified when he appears out of nowhere. How can Robert Pennington be making love to her by the parlor fireplace when he died over a century ago?

Robert Pennington is a powerful industrialist charged with caring for an ailing father, a meddling mother, and two wayward siblings. Weary of his burdens, he longs for change. Is he ready for a woman from the future? His disciplined world turns upside down when the mysterious Samantha Merrill crashes his sister’s birthday ball. He is wildly attracted to this intriguing beauty, but is it magic or mischief motivating her? When Sam vanishes before his eyes, he knows only one thing for certain.  He wants her back.


Dressed in the same clothes she remembered—tight pants and boots, a billowing white shirt—tonight the shirt was open exposing his chest. And what a chest. Thick muscles tapered down to well-defined abs. Dark hair trailed into a thin line, disappearing beneath his waistband. She swallowed hard, redirecting her stare to his profile. His hair was longer, more unruly, his jaw darkened by a beard. It had only been one day since she’d seen him, and yet he looked weary and worn now.

Summoning all her strength, she stepped into the light before him. Her heart pounded as if it would explode right out of her chest. “Why are you haunting me?” she demanded in her bravest ghost hunter voice.

“Haunting?” He gave a bitter laugh though he still did not look at her. “Is that what I am doing? I believed you to be the spirit, sent to torment me.” Vacant eyes traveled up her body and then widened. “Samantha!” He jumped to his feet and snared her wrist. “Dear God, where have you been?”

“Let me go,” she cried, twisting in his grasp.

“But Samantha, it’s me.” He pulled her close.

“Help!” She yelled, though no one would hear.

“I’ll not harm you, I swear.” His arms encircled her. “How could I hurt the woman I love?”

“No,” she cried fighting with renewed strength. “I don’t know you.”

“You do, Samantha, remember. Remember me,” he commanded. He captured her face, forcing her to look at him. His voice dropped to a pleading whisper. “It’s just the doorway working its evil. You know me. You must.”

Sam went still. She dared to meet his gaze. He was sinfully gorgeous, like some dark fallen angel. Golden firelight flickered across his features. It was madness. She was alone in a far off mansion with a stranger, and yet…

Sanity fought for a toehold. “I’m not who you think I am,” she rasped barely able to speak.

He caressed her cheek. “I know everything about you.”

“Don’t,” she warned, looking away. She squirmed against him until he released her with a tortured groan.

“Then all is lost. There is nothing more.” Wavering as if about to collapse, he sank to the couch. “You are only a dream then, another hallucination. Fool doctors with their laudanum.” He shook his head as if to clear it. “I’ve longed for you, night after night, alone in the darkness. Prayed you would come back to me.” His gaze roamed over her. “I remember everything. Your hair falling over me, the smell of your skin, your sweet lips parting. How can you not?”

Mesmerized, Sam was powerless against the dark magic he wove. Solid ground crumbled beneath her feet. Her body pulsed where they had touched. The very air around them seemed electrified.

With a low growl, he pulled her down into the space between his legs and wrapped his arms around her again. This time, she didn’t fight. “You knew me once, took me deep into your body. Let me love you. If only we could travel back in time.”

What’s next from Kathryn?

The second book in her Time Traveler’s Journey seriesHellfire and Handbaskets—is set for released in early 2018. Here’s a teaser and a fun image of the book’s Boston setting.

Hellfire and Handbaskets

Halloween night is the wildest shift anyone can pull. It’s hell in the ER. But Dr. Rick Hauser wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s an Army veteran, a hardened combat medic, who thinks he’s seen it all. That is, until she walks into his ER. Amidst the bedlam—which on this particular night means Boston’s Mass. General Hospital is maxed out with crazies—no one looks twice at the pretty little blonde in full costume. Wearing an old-fashioned getup, including white gloves spattered with blood, she’s not a priority. A small head laceration to the ER team. Things escalate when she gets past security to beg Hauser for help.

I hope you enjoyed learning more about this #GraniteStateAuthor. Please check back to learn more about the authors from New Hampshire.