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October 4, 2012
Georgia on my mind
October 4, 2012
It’s been many years since my partner and I vacationed – together. His health suffered more than a few blows in the last decade, and leaving home wasn’t something he felt strong enough to do. I took off with girlfriends from time-to-time to save my sanity while he stayed home and held the fort. These days he’s in a good place so here we are in Savannah, Georgia, to visit his son. I’ve already learned a few things.
One: I need some new toys. My old dinosaur laptop is great for writing prose on the patio, but for much of anything else, like Google Earth.
Two: Savannah sucks for cell signal. I can’t go anywhere around home and LOSE signal and I can’t go anywhere down here and FIND one.
Three: I hate the glare on the screen of my digital camera and phone. Whose “better idea” was it to go from a viewfinder window with NO GLARE to this set up? Someone fixed something that wasn’t broken and Kodak bought into it. No wonder they’ve had difficulties. Surely I can find a digital camera with a screen I can see in any light and at any angle.
Four: Never, ever, never leave home with a stick of Tide-on-the-Go!! Some of us can manage to spill [fill in the blank] all over ourselves. Welcome to the club!
Five: Speed limits are made to be exceeded. I’m in NASCAR country. I don’t really have to explain this one, do I? (No, but I will. I didn’t get a ticket. I did the speed limit and got passed by everyone on the highway. It was embarrassing.)
Six: I really need to get a Kindle Fire so my honey can have my trusty Kindle2. He needs his own toys.
But all whining aside, and tongue out of cheek, the trip’s been good so far. Our hotel room is nice, the historic district of Savannah is fascinating and beautiful, and the family is healthy and happy. It’s good to see them face-to-face instead of on facebook.
Tomorrow, while the family is at work and school, we’re going to visit the waterfront and be tourists. I’m looking forward to lunch at the Irish pub and taking my partner’s credit card for a walk. I might even buy him a T-shirt. Maybe we can even find a spot where I can get a cell signal and call home to check on the folks.
And I plan to take lots of inspiration photos for new stories. I’ve got ideas and I can’t wait to get back to work. Good thing I have the dinosaur with me.
KC
It’s been many years since my partner and I vacationed – together. His health suffered more than a few blows in the last decade, and leaving home wasn’t something he felt strong enough to do. I took off with girlfriends from time-to-time to save my sanity while he stayed home and held the fort. These days he’s in a good place so here we are in Savannah, Georgia, to visit his son. I’ve already learned a few things.
One: I need some new toys. My old dinosaur laptop is great for writing prose on the patio, but for much of anything else, like Google Earth.
Two: Savannah sucks for cell signal. I can’t go anywhere around home and LOSE signal and I can’t go anywhere down here and FIND one.
Three: I hate the glare on the screen of my digital camera and phone. Whose “better idea” was it to go from a viewfinder window with NO GLARE to this set up? Someone fixed something that wasn’t broken and Kodak bought into it. No wonder they’ve had difficulties. Surely I can find a digital camera with a screen I can see in any light and at any angle.
Four: Never, ever, never leave home with a stick of Tide-on-the-Go!! Some of us can manage to spill [fill in the blank] all over ourselves. Welcome to the club!
Five: Speed limits are made to be exceeded. I’m in NASCAR country. I don’t really have to explain this one, do I? (No, but I will. I didn’t get a ticket. I did the speed limit and got passed by everyone on the highway. It was embarrassing.)
Six: I really need to get a Kindle Fire so my honey can have my trusty Kindle2. He needs his own toys.
But all whining aside, and tongue out of cheek, the trip’s been good so far. Our hotel room is nice, the historic district of Savannah is fascinating and beautiful, and the family is healthy and happy. It’s good to see them face-to-face instead of on facebook.
Tomorrow, while the family is at work and school, we’re going to visit the waterfront and be tourists. I’m looking forward to lunch at the Irish pub and taking my partner’s credit card for a walk. I might even buy him a T-shirt. Maybe we can even find a spot where I can get a cell signal and call home to check on the folks.
And I plan to take lots of inspiration photos for new stories. I’ve got ideas and I can’t wait to get back to work. Good thing I have the dinosaur with me.
KC
September 30, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday: A Hard Habit to Break
September 30, 2012
Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday! I'm not sure whose brain child SSS is, but it's a good way to challenge lazy bloggers like me to at least one post a week.
Today I'm posting a tidbit from A Hard Habit to Break (Book 1 of the Men of Marionville series). A Hard Habit to Break is a story of boyhood friends who meet again as adults, which leads to the revelation of a lot of secrets on both sides.
_*_*_*_
I took a deep breath. “The truth is, I’m bi.”
His eyebrows drifted up. He blinked. I nodded and rolled my eyes at him.
“Don’t look at me like I’m speaking a foreign language.”
A HARD HABIT TO BREAK
ISBN 978-1-60272-671-0
Available now at http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/HardHabitToBreak.html
KC Kendricks
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Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday! I'm not sure whose brain child SSS is, but it's a good way to challenge lazy bloggers like me to at least one post a week.
Today I'm posting a tidbit from A Hard Habit to Break (Book 1 of the Men of Marionville series). A Hard Habit to Break is a story of boyhood friends who meet again as adults, which leads to the revelation of a lot of secrets on both sides.
_*_*_*_
I took a deep breath. “The truth is, I’m bi.”His eyebrows drifted up. He blinked. I nodded and rolled my eyes at him.
“Don’t look at me like I’m speaking a foreign language.”
A HARD HABIT TO BREAK
ISBN 978-1-60272-671-0
Available now at http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/HardHabitToBreak.html
KC Kendricks
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September 24, 2012
Take me home, country roads
September 24, 2012
Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze
This past Saturday was a typical autumn day, for which I’m grateful. I had a wedding to attend in Romney, West Virginia. My youngest cousin married his college sweetheart in a wonderfully simply ceremony. The bride was lovely and the groom ever the handsomest boy in the room. Excuse me - young man. It brought us all together to celebrate new beginnings and strengthen established ties.
If you’ve read more than one of my stories, you’ve likely figured out I love my neighboring state - wonderful, wild, beautiful West Virginia. So taking a two-hour drive through the mountains wasn’t a hardship - even with my mom and stepdad in the back seat.
We - my partner, the parental units, and myself - rolled onto the Interstate and I realized I should have made a John Denver CD to play. Not that the late Mr. Denver is my preferred driving music, but my seventy-something mother doesn’t have the same appreciation of Chad Kroeger’s ass in black leather pants. What she says about his singing isn’t printable, even by me. But I digress… John Denver would have been the perfect accompaniment for the drive.
Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, Mountain Mama Take me home, country roads
I remember the first time I heard Take Me Home, County Roads on the radio. Back in 1971, FM was in its infancy and so I heard it on the scratchy AM bands. It was back in the day when only my oldest cousin had a car. It was something every kid on the school bus knew the words to and would all sing along with when it played on the radio. Even the bus driver would join in on that one. What I couldn’t know at such a young age was how the words of the song captured the beauty and sentiment an era almost passed.
All my memories, gathered 'round her Miners' Lady, stranger to blue water Dark and dusty, painted on the sky Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye
My country heritage means a lot to me. I love where I am in my life. In me is the bridge to the past for my young cousins even as I celebrate their view of a future just begun. I’m the keeper of heirlooms and the teller of old stories. I’m the one they look to when they need to know just how they’re related to so-and-so. I know what they will miss out on as this our crazy, modern world absorbs the old ways, and they will do things I can’t even dream of and blaze paths unimagined. These children of my heart will conquer the future while I look forward to some day being “retired” and spending time traveling on the winding country roads with old music blaring out of the speakers.
And that’s just the way it should be.
I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me The radio reminds me of my home far away And drivin' down the road I get the feeling That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday…
KC
September 23, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday: The Back Stairs
September 23, 2012
Welcome to my first Six Sentence Sunday! I chose six sentences from The Back Stairs, which is the first book in the Sundown series. When Fallon tells Sundown he expects Sundown to be nothing but trouble, Fallon has no idea just how much. But he quickly finds out.
Shapeshifters? Really? Fallon didn't believe it either - at first.
From The Back Stairs:
“Carlton’s parents are flying in to claim the body and I need to have answers for them.”
His fingers grazed mine, the gentle touch heating my blood. "I knew you were a good man. I trust you, Fallon. Will you trust me?”
“I trust you to be nothing but trouble.”
THE BACK STAIRS
ISBN:978-1-60272-690-1
http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/BackStairs.html
Erotic gay romance with a paranormal shift
KC Kendricks
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Welcome to my first Six Sentence Sunday! I chose six sentences from The Back Stairs, which is the first book in the Sundown series. When Fallon tells Sundown he expects Sundown to be nothing but trouble, Fallon has no idea just how much. But he quickly finds out.
Shapeshifters? Really? Fallon didn't believe it either - at first.
From The Back Stairs:“Carlton’s parents are flying in to claim the body and I need to have answers for them.”
His fingers grazed mine, the gentle touch heating my blood. "I knew you were a good man. I trust you, Fallon. Will you trust me?”
“I trust you to be nothing but trouble.”
THE BACK STAIRS
ISBN:978-1-60272-690-1
http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/BackStairs.html
Erotic gay romance with a paranormal shift
KC Kendricks
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September 15, 2012
River Walk reviewed by Literary Nymphs Reviews
September 15, 2012
River Walk has received a 4.5 Nymph Review from Literary Nymphs Reviews. The review is short and sweet at only 180 words but like any good author, Chocolate Minx makes great use of the language.
I, too, love the concise, but the review doesn't really offer up a good snippet to help out my promo needs. But a 4.5 out of 5 is great, and so are words like "favorite," "humorous," fascinating," and "very enjoyable." What it all means is if you want to read any or all of the review, you have to hit the counter at Literary Nymphs and read it there.
http://literarynymphsreviewsonly.blogspot.com/2012/09/river-walk.html?zx=21a63964cde1fc2d
RIVER WALK
Gay romance with paranormal shift
available now at Amber Allure
http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/RiverWalk.html
Book three of the Sundown series
Never ask a shapeshifter a question
unless
you're prepared for the answer....
Detective Fallon Roxbury has a big problem. A twenty-year old cold case turned hot threatens to expose his secret - shapeshifters exist and they’re living in Montgomery Circle under his protection. Between a new witness and a group of fanatical alien watchers, Fallon’s scrambling to uphold the law and keep his promises intact. He already knows no power on earth can keep his shapeshifter lover from stepping into the mix.
Sundown has come into his own with his human lover by his side. Fallon is his compass, and shield, as he seeks to keep his Clan united and teach them most humans can be trusted. A catalyst, Sundown is rare among his kind, a descendant of heroes. The status of his Clan rests on him and he’s determined to see his people prosper on this world owned by humans - without the humans knowing shapeshifters walk among them.
Secrets have a way of being exposed. Fallon’s not the only one who knows about Sundown’s kind. A cop used to right and wrong being black and white, Fallon struggles to learn shades of gray. Their relationship is tested as Fallon and Sundown race against the clock to find a kidnapped shapeshifter before the Clan takes matters into their own hands. Because if they fail, Fallon knows his lover will be forced to stand with his people and act against him.
KC Kendricks
website at: http://www.kckendricks.com
blog: http://www.kckendricks.blogspot.com
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River Walk has received a 4.5 Nymph Review from Literary Nymphs Reviews. The review is short and sweet at only 180 words but like any good author, Chocolate Minx makes great use of the language.
I, too, love the concise, but the review doesn't really offer up a good snippet to help out my promo needs. But a 4.5 out of 5 is great, and so are words like "favorite," "humorous," fascinating," and "very enjoyable." What it all means is if you want to read any or all of the review, you have to hit the counter at Literary Nymphs and read it there.
http://literarynymphsreviewsonly.blogspot.com/2012/09/river-walk.html?zx=21a63964cde1fc2d
RIVER WALK
Gay romance with paranormal shift
available now at Amber Allure
http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/RiverWalk.html
Book three of the Sundown series
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Never ask a shapeshifter a question
unless
you're prepared for the answer....
Detective Fallon Roxbury has a big problem. A twenty-year old cold case turned hot threatens to expose his secret - shapeshifters exist and they’re living in Montgomery Circle under his protection. Between a new witness and a group of fanatical alien watchers, Fallon’s scrambling to uphold the law and keep his promises intact. He already knows no power on earth can keep his shapeshifter lover from stepping into the mix.
Sundown has come into his own with his human lover by his side. Fallon is his compass, and shield, as he seeks to keep his Clan united and teach them most humans can be trusted. A catalyst, Sundown is rare among his kind, a descendant of heroes. The status of his Clan rests on him and he’s determined to see his people prosper on this world owned by humans - without the humans knowing shapeshifters walk among them.
Secrets have a way of being exposed. Fallon’s not the only one who knows about Sundown’s kind. A cop used to right and wrong being black and white, Fallon struggles to learn shades of gray. Their relationship is tested as Fallon and Sundown race against the clock to find a kidnapped shapeshifter before the Clan takes matters into their own hands. Because if they fail, Fallon knows his lover will be forced to stand with his people and act against him.
KC Kendricks
website at: http://www.kckendricks.com
blog: http://www.kckendricks.blogspot.com
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/kckendricks
mailing list at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/betweenthekeys
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1989106.K_C_Kendricks
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/people/Kc-Kendricks/1439574042
MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/kckendricks
September 13, 2012
It explains so much
September 13, 2012
So I took a little quiz.
The results are not surprising for a Gemini.
Nope.
Not at all.
KC
Right Brain/ Left Brain Quiz The higher of these two numbers below indicates which side of your brain has dominance in your life. Realising your right brain/left brain tendancy will help you interact with and to understand others. Left Brain Dominance:
(9)Right Brain Dominance: (9) Right Brain/ Left Brain Quiz 
So I took a little quiz.
The results are not surprising for a Gemini.
Nope.
Not at all.
KC
Right Brain/ Left Brain Quiz The higher of these two numbers below indicates which side of your brain has dominance in your life. Realising your right brain/left brain tendancy will help you interact with and to understand others. Left Brain Dominance:
(9)Right Brain Dominance: (9) Right Brain/ Left Brain Quiz
August 25, 2012
A little help from a friend
August 25, 2012
I love Saturday mornings. I get up at the crack of dawn and settle in for some serious writing time. The world is quiet....if my partner isn't snoring in the next room. My two boys always keep me company. The dog flops down behind my chair (he snores, too) and the cat... well, the cat does what he damn well pleases. This morning, he thought he'd give me an assist.
I think this fellow wants his face on another book cover. He clearly wants something I'm not currently providing. I guess I'd better figure it out or I'll never get any more work done.
I love Saturday mornings. I get up at the crack of dawn and settle in for some serious writing time. The world is quiet....if my partner isn't snoring in the next room. My two boys always keep me company. The dog flops down behind my chair (he snores, too) and the cat... well, the cat does what he damn well pleases. This morning, he thought he'd give me an assist.
I think this fellow wants his face on another book cover. He clearly wants something I'm not currently providing. I guess I'd better figure it out or I'll never get any more work done.
August 23, 2012
Earthquake? Really?
August 23, 2012
The best thing my father taught me is just because something is deadly serious doesn't mean it's not funny. He had a wonderful sense of humor and the quick wit of the Gemini. I'm sorry he missed what would have been, for him, prime material.
One year ago today, on August 23, 2011, the east coast of the United States had a true Carol King moment - the earth moved under our feet. Centered in Mineral, Virginia, the 5.8 magnitude quake rumbled as far away as Ontario, Canada. News of the quake spread faster than the shock wave. People in New York learned about it on Twitter fifteen seconds before they felt the quake. Such are the times we live in.
This earthquake is the only one I've ever experienced, I'm delighted to say. I didn't enjoy it. I spend the work week trapped in an old building, and when said old building began to vibrate, I was not pleased. When my chair began its possessed roll sideways, I knew it was time to run before the ceiling collapsed. (The roof above my head is where several HVAC units sit. Would you have simply sat there? I don't think so.) Being there alone that afternoon, I grabbed my purse and exited the building - fast.
Outside, the world seemed so normal. No sirens blaring. No motorists out of their cars wandering about the street looking dazed. Never having felt an earthquake before, I thought something HAD happened inside the building and I began to look for smoke or some tell-tale sign of an explosion. There was nothing. Nada.
At this point, I questioned my sanity.
Then my cellphone rang - my friend in Kansas calling.
"How'd you like the earthquake?" she asked.
"Is that what the fuck that was?" I replied. (My language deteriorates in direct proportion to the world tilting under my feet.)
I perched on the fender of my car and enjoyed the sunshine for a wee bit while we chatted and I convinced myself it was safe to go back inside. When I did, news of the quake was all over the Internet and I caught up.
I called my partner to see how he and the house fared. He wasn't home, but he was fine. In the end it shook out that people in smaller structures didn't get the same vibration people in larger structures did. Large mass versus small mass. Simple equation.
Thankfully, and most importantly, no one in my community was injured, and property damage was minimal. And that's why we can look back on the August 23, 2011 earthquake and laugh at our reactions.
Because it's good to laugh at yourself sometimes. Keep smiling!
KC
The best thing my father taught me is just because something is deadly serious doesn't mean it's not funny. He had a wonderful sense of humor and the quick wit of the Gemini. I'm sorry he missed what would have been, for him, prime material.
One year ago today, on August 23, 2011, the east coast of the United States had a true Carol King moment - the earth moved under our feet. Centered in Mineral, Virginia, the 5.8 magnitude quake rumbled as far away as Ontario, Canada. News of the quake spread faster than the shock wave. People in New York learned about it on Twitter fifteen seconds before they felt the quake. Such are the times we live in.
This earthquake is the only one I've ever experienced, I'm delighted to say. I didn't enjoy it. I spend the work week trapped in an old building, and when said old building began to vibrate, I was not pleased. When my chair began its possessed roll sideways, I knew it was time to run before the ceiling collapsed. (The roof above my head is where several HVAC units sit. Would you have simply sat there? I don't think so.) Being there alone that afternoon, I grabbed my purse and exited the building - fast.
Outside, the world seemed so normal. No sirens blaring. No motorists out of their cars wandering about the street looking dazed. Never having felt an earthquake before, I thought something HAD happened inside the building and I began to look for smoke or some tell-tale sign of an explosion. There was nothing. Nada.
At this point, I questioned my sanity.
Then my cellphone rang - my friend in Kansas calling.
"How'd you like the earthquake?" she asked.
"Is that what the fuck that was?" I replied. (My language deteriorates in direct proportion to the world tilting under my feet.)
I perched on the fender of my car and enjoyed the sunshine for a wee bit while we chatted and I convinced myself it was safe to go back inside. When I did, news of the quake was all over the Internet and I caught up.
I called my partner to see how he and the house fared. He wasn't home, but he was fine. In the end it shook out that people in smaller structures didn't get the same vibration people in larger structures did. Large mass versus small mass. Simple equation.
Thankfully, and most importantly, no one in my community was injured, and property damage was minimal. And that's why we can look back on the August 23, 2011 earthquake and laugh at our reactions.
Because it's good to laugh at yourself sometimes. Keep smiling!
KC
August 22, 2012
Reviewed: A Cat Named Hercules
August 22, 2012
Many thanks to Madison at MM Good Book Reviews for the kind words in the review of A Cat Named Hercules. (Not to mention giving Herc 5 Hearts!) You made my day!
Here's a snippet from the review:
These two have amazing chemistry both in and out of the bedroom. They are a perfect match. They adore each other, just as much as they adore the feisty little kitty cat that brought them together. I hesitate to call this story “adorable” (although it is) only because it was also very, very hot. K.C. Kendricks not only lets us peek inside the bedroom, she also lets us peek right under the covers to witness all of Gale’s firsts in what are some very steamy love scenes. Once I started reading, I could not put this one down! Loved it! - Madison
You can read the entire review
Now for a bit about the book. You didn't think I'd let you go without a steamy promo, did you???
A CAT NAMED HERCULEScontemporary gay romance available now at
New in town, Shiloh Rudy joins a group of civic-minded volunteers to better acquaint himself with his recently adopted community. It’s a good way to make friends, network, and help make a difference, not to mention perhaps meet someone interesting—in a romantic sort of way. The one thing Shiloh didn’t expect was a love to rival all others to come with four white paws.
Gale Widmyer is on his feet and moving forward after piecing his life back together following a series of wrong choices. The one bright spot in his existence, even in his darkest moments, was the fulfillment of his dream to become a veterinarian. Gale’s making good on a promise to himself when an abandoned kitten leads him to Shiloh Rudy and a chance at the happiness he never hoped to have.
Laying the cornerstone for a developing relationship comes easy for Shiloh and Gale. But the wounds of the past often remain unhealed at their deepest point. A few careless words erect a wall of silence between the two men, one Shiloh has to breach if he hopes to win Gale back. But it will take more than apologies to win Gale’s forgiveness and put old fears to rest. It’ll take a cat named Hercules...
INTRO:
…The abrupt weaning I understood, but the other? Who would do that to such a helpless creature? “Then I’m keeping him.”
“In that case, your kitten has fleas, ear mites, and a touch of conjunctivitis. He’s also under nourished and almost surely has worms.”
My heart pounded as I snatched the kitten from Galen’s hands and tucked him safely against my chest. “Is he going to die?”
Galen pushed his sunglasses up to rest on top of his head and grinned at me. I fell into his gorgeous hazel eyes as he stared into my sky blue orbs with open curiosity. Damn, the man had long eyelashes.
“He’ll be fine. Do you think we can finish our chores here this morning, or do we need to go straight to my clinic so I can treat him and fix you up with what you need?” He poked the kitten’s paw and those tiny, wicked claws popped out again. “You’re in for a real treat with this little guy.”
I’d go anywhere he asked me to go, but I didn’t want to appear too eager. “Oh? Why is that?”
“They call cats with these black and white markings a ‘tuxedo’ because, obviously, they look like they’re wearing one. This fellow has the added bonus of white ‘gloves.’ Tuxedos tend to have a lot of personality.” Galen squeezed my elbow. I thought his hand lingered a moment too long, but perhaps it was just wishful thinking.
“C’mon. I’ll tell the other work crew they’ll have to finish pulling up these bricks and we’ll go to the clinic.”
“Thanks, man. I owe you.”
I knew I was in two kinds of trouble when he nodded and grinned. “I’m afraid you will…”
EXCERPT
...Gale opened his front door and moved back so I could step inside. Complimenting his choice of attire required breathing, and he’d knocked the air right out of me. Black slacks, a maroon-and-black long sleeved knit shirt in a classic argyle pattern, and loafers had never affected me like this before. I managed to speak the inane phrase.
“Wow. You look great.”
He smiled at me as he closed the door. “Thanks. So do you.”
Gale reached for me, then stopped. I hated to see his uncertainty. It was more proof he needed to do some living before he got serious about anyone, including me. I smiled and closed the distance between us, slipping my arms around his waist. Our lower bodies touched, then he leaned into me. His lips opened as my mouth covered his, and I tasted the cinnamon freshness of chewing gum recently disposed of. He pulled away.
“What? You’re grinning.”
“I am. I just learned what gum you like.”
He rolled his eyes. “You’re a little nuts, aren’t you?”
I was nuts about him, but I couldn’t say the words aloud. “I’m no more crazy than the next guy.” I kissed him again, enjoying the connection between us.
Gale deepened the kiss and my body responded with a delicious jolt of arousal that sent heat all the way to my toes. My cock swelled, eager to convince to me to forget dinner and go hungry this evening. Gale rested his forehead on my shoulder.
“I could get all stupid and say we should forget dinner and just go to bed.”
I ran my hands over his back, feeling the lines and planes of the lean body under the soft shirt. Was he hard, too? I cupped his ass to steady him and pressed my pelvis tightly to his.
“We’re at the same level of ‘stupid,’ but we’ve got to eat.” I squeezed his butt. “Don’t we?”
His stomach rumbled, and we laughed. I loved being able to laugh with him. He kissed me with those cinnamon-flavored lips again, then released me. “I am hungry, Shiloh. Let me get a jacket.”
“We have time for a quickie, you know.” Damn. I shouldn’t have said that. The sharp interest in his shining gaze was total agreement. He grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the oak stairs.
“Nice place you have here.”
“Don’t try and change the subject. Remember, I’ve been deprived. I have to make up for lost time.”
I barely noticed his bedroom. We’d both dressed for each other with such care and now clothing flew in all directions. His hands brushed across my chest, cool with excitement, then he turned away. Gale yanked the bedspread down and jerked open a drawer in the large bookcase headboard and tossed condoms and lube onto the pale blue sheet. I grabbed his hips and bumped my pelvis to his ass.
“No time for that.” I planted my left knee on the bed, held on tight to him, and rolled us onto the mattress. “Hand job. Then we get some food into us so we can come back and do it better.”
He grunted as he broke free of my grasp and crawled up to the pillows. “I guess we can leave our socks on, huh?”
“Yep.” I knelt over him. Gale laughed and caressed the inside of my thighs. I shivered, but not with cold. My sac tingled and drew tight to my body as he cupped it.
“Tell me you don’t plan to shoot all over me again.”
I grinned and flopped down beside him. “Not tonight, at least.”
“What do you plan to do to me?” He shifted to face me.
I rolled onto my side and fisted his hard dick.
“Just this right now...”
A CAT NAMED HERCULES
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-234-8
contemporary gay romance available now at
http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/Cat...
The inspiration for Hercules. He loves his cover shot!
KC Kendricks
website at: http://www.kckendricks.com
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Many thanks to Madison at MM Good Book Reviews for the kind words in the review of A Cat Named Hercules. (Not to mention giving Herc 5 Hearts!) You made my day!
Here's a snippet from the review:
These two have amazing chemistry both in and out of the bedroom. They are a perfect match. They adore each other, just as much as they adore the feisty little kitty cat that brought them together. I hesitate to call this story “adorable” (although it is) only because it was also very, very hot. K.C. Kendricks not only lets us peek inside the bedroom, she also lets us peek right under the covers to witness all of Gale’s firsts in what are some very steamy love scenes. Once I started reading, I could not put this one down! Loved it! - Madison
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Now for a bit about the book. You didn't think I'd let you go without a steamy promo, did you???
A CAT NAMED HERCULEScontemporary gay romance available now at
New in town, Shiloh Rudy joins a group of civic-minded volunteers to better acquaint himself with his recently adopted community. It’s a good way to make friends, network, and help make a difference, not to mention perhaps meet someone interesting—in a romantic sort of way. The one thing Shiloh didn’t expect was a love to rival all others to come with four white paws.
Gale Widmyer is on his feet and moving forward after piecing his life back together following a series of wrong choices. The one bright spot in his existence, even in his darkest moments, was the fulfillment of his dream to become a veterinarian. Gale’s making good on a promise to himself when an abandoned kitten leads him to Shiloh Rudy and a chance at the happiness he never hoped to have.
Laying the cornerstone for a developing relationship comes easy for Shiloh and Gale. But the wounds of the past often remain unhealed at their deepest point. A few careless words erect a wall of silence between the two men, one Shiloh has to breach if he hopes to win Gale back. But it will take more than apologies to win Gale’s forgiveness and put old fears to rest. It’ll take a cat named Hercules...
INTRO:
…The abrupt weaning I understood, but the other? Who would do that to such a helpless creature? “Then I’m keeping him.”
“In that case, your kitten has fleas, ear mites, and a touch of conjunctivitis. He’s also under nourished and almost surely has worms.”
My heart pounded as I snatched the kitten from Galen’s hands and tucked him safely against my chest. “Is he going to die?”
Galen pushed his sunglasses up to rest on top of his head and grinned at me. I fell into his gorgeous hazel eyes as he stared into my sky blue orbs with open curiosity. Damn, the man had long eyelashes.
“He’ll be fine. Do you think we can finish our chores here this morning, or do we need to go straight to my clinic so I can treat him and fix you up with what you need?” He poked the kitten’s paw and those tiny, wicked claws popped out again. “You’re in for a real treat with this little guy.”
I’d go anywhere he asked me to go, but I didn’t want to appear too eager. “Oh? Why is that?”
“They call cats with these black and white markings a ‘tuxedo’ because, obviously, they look like they’re wearing one. This fellow has the added bonus of white ‘gloves.’ Tuxedos tend to have a lot of personality.” Galen squeezed my elbow. I thought his hand lingered a moment too long, but perhaps it was just wishful thinking.
“C’mon. I’ll tell the other work crew they’ll have to finish pulling up these bricks and we’ll go to the clinic.”
“Thanks, man. I owe you.”
I knew I was in two kinds of trouble when he nodded and grinned. “I’m afraid you will…”
EXCERPT
...Gale opened his front door and moved back so I could step inside. Complimenting his choice of attire required breathing, and he’d knocked the air right out of me. Black slacks, a maroon-and-black long sleeved knit shirt in a classic argyle pattern, and loafers had never affected me like this before. I managed to speak the inane phrase.
“Wow. You look great.”
He smiled at me as he closed the door. “Thanks. So do you.”
Gale reached for me, then stopped. I hated to see his uncertainty. It was more proof he needed to do some living before he got serious about anyone, including me. I smiled and closed the distance between us, slipping my arms around his waist. Our lower bodies touched, then he leaned into me. His lips opened as my mouth covered his, and I tasted the cinnamon freshness of chewing gum recently disposed of. He pulled away.
“What? You’re grinning.”
“I am. I just learned what gum you like.”
He rolled his eyes. “You’re a little nuts, aren’t you?”
I was nuts about him, but I couldn’t say the words aloud. “I’m no more crazy than the next guy.” I kissed him again, enjoying the connection between us.
Gale deepened the kiss and my body responded with a delicious jolt of arousal that sent heat all the way to my toes. My cock swelled, eager to convince to me to forget dinner and go hungry this evening. Gale rested his forehead on my shoulder.
“I could get all stupid and say we should forget dinner and just go to bed.”
I ran my hands over his back, feeling the lines and planes of the lean body under the soft shirt. Was he hard, too? I cupped his ass to steady him and pressed my pelvis tightly to his.
“We’re at the same level of ‘stupid,’ but we’ve got to eat.” I squeezed his butt. “Don’t we?”
His stomach rumbled, and we laughed. I loved being able to laugh with him. He kissed me with those cinnamon-flavored lips again, then released me. “I am hungry, Shiloh. Let me get a jacket.”
“We have time for a quickie, you know.” Damn. I shouldn’t have said that. The sharp interest in his shining gaze was total agreement. He grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the oak stairs.
“Nice place you have here.”
“Don’t try and change the subject. Remember, I’ve been deprived. I have to make up for lost time.”
I barely noticed his bedroom. We’d both dressed for each other with such care and now clothing flew in all directions. His hands brushed across my chest, cool with excitement, then he turned away. Gale yanked the bedspread down and jerked open a drawer in the large bookcase headboard and tossed condoms and lube onto the pale blue sheet. I grabbed his hips and bumped my pelvis to his ass.
“No time for that.” I planted my left knee on the bed, held on tight to him, and rolled us onto the mattress. “Hand job. Then we get some food into us so we can come back and do it better.”
He grunted as he broke free of my grasp and crawled up to the pillows. “I guess we can leave our socks on, huh?”
“Yep.” I knelt over him. Gale laughed and caressed the inside of my thighs. I shivered, but not with cold. My sac tingled and drew tight to my body as he cupped it.
“Tell me you don’t plan to shoot all over me again.”
I grinned and flopped down beside him. “Not tonight, at least.”
“What do you plan to do to me?” He shifted to face me.
I rolled onto my side and fisted his hard dick.
“Just this right now...”
A CAT NAMED HERCULES
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-234-8
contemporary gay romance available now at
http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/Cat...
The inspiration for Hercules. He loves his cover shot!
KC Kendricks
website at: http://www.kckendricks.com
blog: http://www.kckendricks.blogspot.com
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/kckendricks
mailing list at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/betweenthekeys
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1989106.K_C_Kendricks
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/people/Kc-Kendricks/1439574042
MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/kckendricks
August 21, 2012
Errant thoughts
August 21, 2012
It's only seven months until the 2013 A to Z Blogging Challenge begins.
I don't have a clue what to have for dinner tonight.
What recipe can I send in for the ARE cookbook? Need to find one.
My ad in the ARE Wildfire newsletter might be in today.
The 2012-13 bowling season starts next week. I need a new wrist brace this year. Gotta save my hands for typing stories.
There's an Amber Quill chat at Love Romances Cafe tonight. I'm not sure I'll make it, but I might.
I'm supposed to blog at The Rainbow Studio next Monday. What'll I say??
How popular are audio books? I should find out.
I have no idea what those things have in common or why I thought of them at basically the same time. Maybe it's a manifestation of the general jumble of weird my day has been. Or maybe the approach of quitting time kicked my brain into gear. The gray matter is definitely like jello tonight.
Damn. I'd better watch out for zombies!
KC
It's only seven months until the 2013 A to Z Blogging Challenge begins.
I don't have a clue what to have for dinner tonight.
What recipe can I send in for the ARE cookbook? Need to find one.
My ad in the ARE Wildfire newsletter might be in today.
The 2012-13 bowling season starts next week. I need a new wrist brace this year. Gotta save my hands for typing stories.
There's an Amber Quill chat at Love Romances Cafe tonight. I'm not sure I'll make it, but I might.
I'm supposed to blog at The Rainbow Studio next Monday. What'll I say??
How popular are audio books? I should find out.
I have no idea what those things have in common or why I thought of them at basically the same time. Maybe it's a manifestation of the general jumble of weird my day has been. Or maybe the approach of quitting time kicked my brain into gear. The gray matter is definitely like jello tonight.
Damn. I'd better watch out for zombies!
KC
