K.C. Kendricks's Blog, page 106
March 24, 2012
It's about time, you know
I've been blogging for a good number of years now. For whatever reason, the time has come to start using the PAGES feature here on Between the Keys.
Why now? I guess I finally decided what needed to be on a page. So check out the first "page" on The Men of Marionville series.
KC
Why now? I guess I finally decided what needed to be on a page. So check out the first "page" on The Men of Marionville series.
KC
March 17, 2012
St. Patricks' Day - Give Me One Night
March 17, 2012
To celebrate St. Patrick's Day, I'm giving away a .pdf download of the book, Give Me One Night to one lucky person. Just leave a comment between now and noon DST on March 18, 2012. Make sure your comment includes how I can get in touch with you. - KC
GIVE ME ONE NIGHT
Contemporary gay romance
http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/GiveMeOneNight.html
When passion changes the rules, one more night can alter the future...
Brody O'Connor joins the revelry of the yearly St. Patrick's Day pub crawl, hunting a like-minded man for a night of fun and frolic with no strings attached. When a mystery man in an emerald green shirt engages Brody's interest, it doesn't take long for the hunter to become the prey.
Well-matched with his mystery man, Brody regrets his "no strings" approach to a night of shared passion that leaves him hungry for more. The morning after, Evan is gone, as agreed. Brody knows it was a mistake to let him go, and vows to find him.
Evan also never expected to meet someone like Brody. Now Brody wants to change the rules, and Evan decides he'll give Brody one more night to convince him to stay...
EXCERPT: (from Brody's point of view)
My quarry stood at the bar, sipping what appeared to be a soda. I stepped into the whirling lights, planted my feet, squared my shoulders, put my hands on my hips, and waited for him to spot me. It didn't take long.
He looked me up and down, a slow, lazy appraisal that focused my attention on his face. Then he smiled and lowered his eyelids with a slight nod of his head.
In that instant I knew something about him there are no flowery or romantic words for – only gut instinct. He wanted me to fuck him.
My body responded to the knowledge. Arousal snapped through me, sending shivers down my spine. My nipples, sensitive as any girl's, tingled to the point that the fabric of my sweater rubbing against them became deliciously painful. My cock swelled to its full seven and three quarter inch glory in a single pounding heartbeat.
I'd fuck him until he was limp as a rag doll in less time than that if I could get my hands on him.
His chin lifted, the knowledge of the game joined in his eyes. I gestured for him to join me on the dance floor. He smiled and weaved his way through the crowd in my direction. A dancer whirled between us and I bolted for the door, no doubt in my mind he'd follow.
I made it to my car in time to see him step out the door, pause, and look around. He handed something to the bouncer cum doorman. His keys?
He allowed others to drive his Jaguar? The man held stunning, hidden possibilities.
Sure enough, the burly attendant loped across the street and out of my line of sight. Within a minute, the Jag whirled into view and Blue Eyes reclaimed his ride. When he pulled out into the center lane, I steered my car in behind him.
The next stop, according to the pub crawl itinerary, was Rumours, and that was good for me. Blue Eyes turned left onto Potomac Street and his turn signal stayed on. I made a sharp left into the alley and the Rumours private rear parking lot.
Rumours was part of my regular circuit. I breezed through the kitchen door like I owned the place, which I did. I held a very modest, and quiet, ten percent of the business and the real estate.
Several of the wait staff yelled friendly profanities at me – and made a few offers. I smiled and waved as I hustled my way through, exiting the kitchen beside the bar. A buddy had the barstool on the end and I shooed him off it with the promise of imminent entertainment.
Thank heavens the chair was right in front of an air vent and a breeze blew from it to cool the mob of revelers. I was sweaty, sticky, and not because the night was at all warm. The bartender handed me a glass of ice water with a lime twist and I gulped down a few swallows.
No more alcohol for me until I got Blue Eyes home.
And speaking of, there he was, just on the other side of the dance floor, smiling at me, one eyebrow cocked up and looking amused. He gestured to me to join him with the same palm up wave of the arm I'd used at Tully's.
I shook my head, lifting my glass to indicate I was thirsty. He clasped his hands over his chest and feigned heartbreak.
Right.
The dancer behind him was rubbing his butt, without any protest from Blue Eyes, so how crushed could he be? I finished my water and walked towards him, my gaze never leaving his. He stepped into the throng of dancers, meeting me halfway.
We moved easily to the music, our movements mirroring each other. I'd worry about the stupid grin on my face, but his expression matched mine. Our hips swayed closer. Our hands brushed. Blue Eyes turned, shaking his very well-shaped ass at me. I laughed in his ear, pulling him back against me. I was so achingly hard that my resolve to taunt him, to wear him down to a begging blob of gel, almost cracked. He grinned over his shoulder when I licked the rim of his ear.
"Are you going to tell me your name?"
I flashed my pearly whites at him. "Just before you come for the first time."
"Cocky bastard, aren't you?"
"You'll have to wait a while to find that out."
GIVE ME ONE NIGHT
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-490-7
http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/Giv...
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
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March 13, 2012
Worth Every Drop of Sweat - and Dime
March 13, 2012
My partner and I have tackled just about every home improvement project you can think of. It started in 1995 with our inaugural project together,the addition of a sunroom. The good, the bad, and the ugly of our somewhat new relationship was laid out for both of us to examine.
The good news - we both have a good knowledge base necessary for home improvement projects.
The bad news - we go at things from polar opposite ends.
The ugly - when we get tired, our vocabulary reaches new heights (or depths depending on your point of view).
In truth, we're a good team. We've just finished a kitchen re-vamp with new counters, new sink, new window and window trim, new backsplash, under cabinet lighting, and a light refinishing of the cabinetry. The floor is next provided I can decide on what I want.
It was a lot of work, but so worth it. I invite you to step into my kitchen with me :) I would have taken a picture of the island, but with everything on it, what would have been the point?
KC
My partner and I have tackled just about every home improvement project you can think of. It started in 1995 with our inaugural project together,the addition of a sunroom. The good, the bad, and the ugly of our somewhat new relationship was laid out for both of us to examine.
The good news - we both have a good knowledge base necessary for home improvement projects.
The bad news - we go at things from polar opposite ends.
The ugly - when we get tired, our vocabulary reaches new heights (or depths depending on your point of view).
In truth, we're a good team. We've just finished a kitchen re-vamp with new counters, new sink, new window and window trim, new backsplash, under cabinet lighting, and a light refinishing of the cabinetry. The floor is next provided I can decide on what I want.
It was a lot of work, but so worth it. I invite you to step into my kitchen with me :) I would have taken a picture of the island, but with everything on it, what would have been the point?
KC
March 11, 2012
What are you doing on St. Paddy's Day?
March 11, 2012
St. Patrick's Day always brings my late aunt to mind. She was a true Irish lass who came to us by way of my one uncle. On St. Paddy's day, my aunt would prepare one of two dishes, depending on her mood and pantry - corn beef and cabbage or fried potatoes and eggs. Either way, she made sure those closest to her had a taste of Irish for dinner.
This year, St. Patrick's Day has a new meaning for me. My genealogy search turned up a surprising fact - my grandmother's lineage is of Irish descent! My fourth great-grandfather was born in Ireland in 1778. It's been interesting to map my family tree, and I'm very glad I took time out to do it. I've made contacts with a whole new group of cousins (i.e., playmates) and we never run out of things to talk about.
St. Patrick's Day brings something else new this year. The Amber Quill authors will take to the Amber Heat reader's list located at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/amberheatreaders(or you can send an email to amberheatreaders-subscribe@yahoogroups.com)
for a day of fun. They'll be some great excerpts, some give-aways, and ... and... you don't want to miss this part....THREE gift certificates for your choice of downloads from Amber Quill Press. Up for grabs is one $50 gift certificate, one $20, and one $10. Soooooo get over to the list and join now, then show up on March 17th and join the festivities. Joining the list is free and someone will win those gift certificates. It might as well be you.
KC Kendricks
website at: http://www.kckendricks.comblog: http://www.kckendricks.blogspot.comTwitter: http://www.twitter.com/kckendricksmailing list at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/betweenthekeysGoodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1989106.K_C_KendricksFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/people/Kc-Kendricks/1439574042MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/kckendricks
St. Patrick's Day always brings my late aunt to mind. She was a true Irish lass who came to us by way of my one uncle. On St. Paddy's day, my aunt would prepare one of two dishes, depending on her mood and pantry - corn beef and cabbage or fried potatoes and eggs. Either way, she made sure those closest to her had a taste of Irish for dinner.
This year, St. Patrick's Day has a new meaning for me. My genealogy search turned up a surprising fact - my grandmother's lineage is of Irish descent! My fourth great-grandfather was born in Ireland in 1778. It's been interesting to map my family tree, and I'm very glad I took time out to do it. I've made contacts with a whole new group of cousins (i.e., playmates) and we never run out of things to talk about.
St. Patrick's Day brings something else new this year. The Amber Quill authors will take to the Amber Heat reader's list located at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/amberheatreaders(or you can send an email to amberheatreaders-subscribe@yahoogroups.com)
for a day of fun. They'll be some great excerpts, some give-aways, and ... and... you don't want to miss this part....THREE gift certificates for your choice of downloads from Amber Quill Press. Up for grabs is one $50 gift certificate, one $20, and one $10. Soooooo get over to the list and join now, then show up on March 17th and join the festivities. Joining the list is free and someone will win those gift certificates. It might as well be you.
KC Kendricks
website at: http://www.kckendricks.comblog: http://www.kckendricks.blogspot.comTwitter: http://www.twitter.com/kckendricksmailing list at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/betweenthekeysGoodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1989106.K_C_KendricksFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/people/Kc-Kendricks/1439574042MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/kckendricks
February 29, 2012
The Road Between Past and Future
March 1, 2012
"Just because something is unknown does not necessarily mean it needs to be feared." - Teyla Emmagan, Stargate Atlantis
As strange as it may sound coming from someone who writes contemporary romance, I'm a fan of most things sci-fi that paint a picture of a bright future. It's simple, really. I'm a romantic!
"And so it begins." - Kosh, Babylon 5
It all started with Star Trek. No, I'm not going to confess how young I was in 1966, but I will tell you my father wanted to watch Star Trek so we watched Star Trek. Every week. It broadened my thinking. I started to read science fiction and I fell in love with the genre.
"If we fail to anticipate the unforeseen or expect the unexpected in a universe of infinite possibilities, we may find ourselves at the mercy of anyone or anything that cannot be programmed, categorized or easily referenced." – Mulder, X-Files
This love of sci-fi has been on my mind a lot lately. I'm working on the third installment of the Sundown series. In this story, my shapeshifter has to come clean about his people. Confessions will be in order, and Sundown doesn't give up his secrets easily. And given the complexity of dealing with prying the secrets out of his alien Chal brain, it will take a while to finish the tale.
"Always in motion is the future." – Yoda
Everyone is familiar with personal crossroads. Sometimes we see them in the distance and can prepare for them. Sometimes we run up on them so quickly we're caught off-guard. I've come upon one and it surprised me. In order to keep my writing fresh, which road do I take? Who is to say I can't explode different roads? Who's to say you can't? Isn't it exciting to contemplate new things?
"I offer a toast: the undiscovered country – the future." - the future (and late) Chancellor Gorkon of the Klingon Empire
If the future is our undiscovered country, then is the past our forgotten future? I always thought mapping my genecology would be my retirement project, but the universe made it clear the time was now. To that end, I've connected with several cousins I didn't know but who also work toward the common goal of discovering who we were that made us who we are. Finding those unknown people who made my past has added new colors to my future. They are blood strangers, but I will remember their names.
The world has once again expanded in unforeseen ways, and the little gems of wisdom spoken by characters in a future only imagined sparkle with new meaning.
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
February 26, 2012
Can You Promote Your Book Too Much?
February 26, 2012
Today I welcome author Brenda Williamson to Between the Keys. I met Brenda a few years back and she's quite a lady. Warm, friendly, outgoing, talented and tough, Brenda juggles a full schedule that includes an adult son, a writing career, a business, a charming southern estate, and a four-year old nephew!
So when does she have time to write and promote? Keep reading! - KC
Can You Promote Your Book Too Much?
Apparently you can. At least when it comes to some readers. I happened upon a post thread on an obscure forum where a disscussion took place about spam. We all know what that is -- unwanted, annoying email. As I scanned the page, one word captured my attention- WRITER.
I found myself reading more of the thread and discovered there are readers that don't appreciate constant updates from writers, and they go as far as to say the spam from some writer's has totally turned them off from wanting to read those writer's books.
Key points they were against:
1. Getting numerous emails from an author just because they are in the author's address book. So authors, if you are guilty of sending emails to every person you've ever had contact with, you may be losing readers.
2. Signed up to Newsletters without permission. Authors, make sure you don't add anyone's email address to your newsletter list that hasn't asked. Double opt-in is the best way to go with through email services. Otherwise, if you're doing the adding, be sure to send them an email, reminding them why they are being signed up, ie contest entry, book giveaway, etc.
3. Repeated posts on the same topic. In other words, don't keep posting the same excerpts and the same news on the same group more than once a week, or every week for months. Readers find that boring, annoying and time comsuming.
And now for a little promoting of my book!
A Wicked Wolfby Brenda Williamson
ISBN: 9781603105590
Available from Red Sage Publishing
Blurb
Real Estate agent Randi Brown works the rich crowd, selling high-priced homes. With her parents dead it's up to her to financially support two teenage siblings and she wants to spread her wings by negotiating a billion dollar land deal. Only the landowner, a business mogul no one has seen in years isn't interested in selling his mountain to a development corporation, and Randi sets out to change his mind any way possible, even if that means sleeping with the reclusive billionaire.
After two years, since his wife's brutal murder, Nicholas "Nick" Wolfe prefers to mourn her than get involved in business. So he lives cut off from society on Wolfe Mountain. Through his attorney, he's offered billions, but no one knows to what extent the value of the land is more than the inhabitants—the Lycans, human wolf-like animal shifters.
When Randi shows up on the mountain one rainy night, Nick tires to fight the desires of the wolf in him to take a mate. Unfortunately, nature has made it impossible to resist the animalistic urges strengthened by the influence of a full moon and the power of lust in this woman's eyes. Can love know no bounds?
Randi has no idea of where this torrid affair can lead until she learns the gruesome details of a woman's murder by a creature not quite human. Then she becomes the next target and she discovers how falling in love can lead to a fatal attack from a Lycan.
Excerpt
For minutes, he lavished her with kisses. His mouth moved firmer against hers, and his body rubbed hers faster, more insistently. When he stopped, she dared to open her eyes.
He was looking up. She did too.
From the open crossbeams, dried herbs dangled from tied silk ribbons. He let go of her wrist and reached up. She should have lowered her arm, but to move meant to chance breaking the spell.
She watched him tug one ribbon, untying a cluster that fell to the floor. The clean scent of lavender burst from the bouquet. She stared at the other bundles. Had he collected them? They couldn't be for cooking since his refrigerator was bare.
When J.R. looped and tied the ribbon around her wrist, he jerked her thoughts from the idyllic illusion of everything going smoothly in her business acquisition and her sexual encounter.
"What are you doing?" Her words rattled free.
With the yellow silk strip snug, he drew her arm to the side and fastened the opposite end to the cabinet door knob. As much as she enjoyed aggressively passionate sex in all positions, she'd never been into real bondage.
"I'm not sure I like being restrained." She tipped her head back and watched him retrieve another ribbon.
"You will." He tied a blue strip of silk to her free wrist and fastened it to another cabinet knob.
Now was the time to protest and fight the binds, or surrender. He leaned against her, sniffing at her neck, then licking it. She felt its throbbing vein pulsing rapidly against the stimulation. He had more control than she normally allowed a guy. He caressed her jaw with the back of his hand. Did she want him to stop? What would she give up?
His stare into her eyes suggested she'd miss out the hottest sex of her life. The smoldering lust was more than she could resist. There was no turning back—no buckling under to convention. His hypnotizing brown eyes had command over her, and she waited, a captive audience.
His gaze didn't leave hers as he raised her shirt. She breathed harder, feeling the light touch of his hands running up her sides and over her breasts. He fingered her nipples, rolling them around with his thumbs. They stiffened and ached from the repeated pawing. Then he stopped and stroked her sides. Intense warmth spread, prickling her skin. Goosebumps dotted her arms and shoulders.
His quiet intensity fascinated her. With one hand controlling her Tee shirt, his other took a more serious possession of her left breast. He turned his hand over and brushed his knuckles against the tip. Then grasping it between a finger and his thumb, he pinched it. The fiery sting zinged her to her core.
A moan escaped her.
She closed her eyes and tipped her head back.
"More," she begged, loving the way the pleasurable pain jarred her nerves.
And yet he didn't give her what she wanted. Instead, he took his hands away, and the soft cotton of the shirt she wore slid down over her inflamed nipples.
He raised his arm and his fingers neared her face. She sensed regret in his light touch to her jaw. Turning her cheek to his palm, she pleaded with him to continue. "Don't stop."
He looked at her strangely, as if what she asked was unusual and daring. His eyes were flickering with other colors, reflections from somewhere in the room kept her spellbound. There she hung, bound to the cabinet doors, and all she wanted to think about was could he make her want him more?
His other hand took a place on the opposite side of her neck. He petted lightly over her pulse, beating beneath the skin. The slow strokes lulled her senses, calming her all over. She closed her eyes, enjoying the caress that moved into a massage of her shoulders. It felt good, relaxing. And then he grabbed the Tee shirt's frayed collar and ripped it down the front, jerking her whole body forward.
Shocked out of her false tranquility, her lashes flew up as she gasped. Mild alarm made her tense as she bounced against the counter from J.R.'s jerking to tear the shirt completely open. Her heart rate quickened. She breathed heavier, stunned by his sudden aggression. A dark edginess fringed his expression as he looked hungrily at her breasts.
She glanced down at her nipples, ruby spiked points jutting in eagerness. J.R.'s long fingers folded around her swollen flesh. He lifted one breast higher then the other as if he weighed each to be sure he had the heavier, more deserving one.
He bent down and licked her taut nipple. She watched his tongue swish and cool the burning flesh. In a frenzy of ecstatic joy, she rolled her head from side to side against the cabinet with whispered moans for more. She arched, shoving her chest toward him. His bathing licks and suckling lips were the sweetest kind of torture. The coarseness of his tongue abraded her flesh, heating every sensitive nerve in her. The cut of his teeth when he nipped the tender tip of her breast came close to making her scream. His withdrawal left her unharmed. Then he did it all again. His mouth swung away sooner than she expected, faster than she wanted, and a frustrated whine slipped out of her. She wanted the moment to last forever.
His kisses journeyed along her collarbone and swept up the side of her neck. "You taste good." His words whispered around her ear. "I want to devour every inch of you."
"Yes." She panted, encouraging him by repeating her total agreement. "Yes, every inch."
He cupped her jaw and turned her head. His lips crept along. She twisted to catch his kiss on her mouth. Oddly, he avoided the place she desired to feel his tantalizing breath.
His hands left her body without warning. He pulled a red handkerchief from his back pocket and spun it several times folding it to a strip. She drew back as he lifted it to her eyes.
"Is that for me?" she asked, not sure how far she wanted to let him dominate her.
A wicked grin was his only answer.
This wasn't a position she should be in with a stranger and she debated telling him. No, she didn't want to play this game. The words stayed on the tip of her tongue as he leaned against her to tie the blindfold around her head. His hard body pressed hers, and she lost focus on her concerns. Her breasts flattened against him. She whimpered. Desire to have mind-blowing sex overpowered reason.
Then the blindfold went on. She wasn't sure how to handle the unsettling mix of apprehension and anticipation, but she felt another burst of fear. He was a stranger and she was giving him total control.
________________Brenda Williamson
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Today I welcome author Brenda Williamson to Between the Keys. I met Brenda a few years back and she's quite a lady. Warm, friendly, outgoing, talented and tough, Brenda juggles a full schedule that includes an adult son, a writing career, a business, a charming southern estate, and a four-year old nephew!
So when does she have time to write and promote? Keep reading! - KC
Can You Promote Your Book Too Much?
Apparently you can. At least when it comes to some readers. I happened upon a post thread on an obscure forum where a disscussion took place about spam. We all know what that is -- unwanted, annoying email. As I scanned the page, one word captured my attention- WRITER. I found myself reading more of the thread and discovered there are readers that don't appreciate constant updates from writers, and they go as far as to say the spam from some writer's has totally turned them off from wanting to read those writer's books.
Key points they were against:
1. Getting numerous emails from an author just because they are in the author's address book. So authors, if you are guilty of sending emails to every person you've ever had contact with, you may be losing readers.
2. Signed up to Newsletters without permission. Authors, make sure you don't add anyone's email address to your newsletter list that hasn't asked. Double opt-in is the best way to go with through email services. Otherwise, if you're doing the adding, be sure to send them an email, reminding them why they are being signed up, ie contest entry, book giveaway, etc.
3. Repeated posts on the same topic. In other words, don't keep posting the same excerpts and the same news on the same group more than once a week, or every week for months. Readers find that boring, annoying and time comsuming.
And now for a little promoting of my book!
A Wicked Wolfby Brenda Williamson
ISBN: 9781603105590
Available from Red Sage Publishing
Blurb
Real Estate agent Randi Brown works the rich crowd, selling high-priced homes. With her parents dead it's up to her to financially support two teenage siblings and she wants to spread her wings by negotiating a billion dollar land deal. Only the landowner, a business mogul no one has seen in years isn't interested in selling his mountain to a development corporation, and Randi sets out to change his mind any way possible, even if that means sleeping with the reclusive billionaire.
After two years, since his wife's brutal murder, Nicholas "Nick" Wolfe prefers to mourn her than get involved in business. So he lives cut off from society on Wolfe Mountain. Through his attorney, he's offered billions, but no one knows to what extent the value of the land is more than the inhabitants—the Lycans, human wolf-like animal shifters.
When Randi shows up on the mountain one rainy night, Nick tires to fight the desires of the wolf in him to take a mate. Unfortunately, nature has made it impossible to resist the animalistic urges strengthened by the influence of a full moon and the power of lust in this woman's eyes. Can love know no bounds?
Randi has no idea of where this torrid affair can lead until she learns the gruesome details of a woman's murder by a creature not quite human. Then she becomes the next target and she discovers how falling in love can lead to a fatal attack from a Lycan.
Excerpt
For minutes, he lavished her with kisses. His mouth moved firmer against hers, and his body rubbed hers faster, more insistently. When he stopped, she dared to open her eyes.
He was looking up. She did too.
From the open crossbeams, dried herbs dangled from tied silk ribbons. He let go of her wrist and reached up. She should have lowered her arm, but to move meant to chance breaking the spell.
She watched him tug one ribbon, untying a cluster that fell to the floor. The clean scent of lavender burst from the bouquet. She stared at the other bundles. Had he collected them? They couldn't be for cooking since his refrigerator was bare.
When J.R. looped and tied the ribbon around her wrist, he jerked her thoughts from the idyllic illusion of everything going smoothly in her business acquisition and her sexual encounter.
"What are you doing?" Her words rattled free.
With the yellow silk strip snug, he drew her arm to the side and fastened the opposite end to the cabinet door knob. As much as she enjoyed aggressively passionate sex in all positions, she'd never been into real bondage.
"I'm not sure I like being restrained." She tipped her head back and watched him retrieve another ribbon.
"You will." He tied a blue strip of silk to her free wrist and fastened it to another cabinet knob.
Now was the time to protest and fight the binds, or surrender. He leaned against her, sniffing at her neck, then licking it. She felt its throbbing vein pulsing rapidly against the stimulation. He had more control than she normally allowed a guy. He caressed her jaw with the back of his hand. Did she want him to stop? What would she give up?
His stare into her eyes suggested she'd miss out the hottest sex of her life. The smoldering lust was more than she could resist. There was no turning back—no buckling under to convention. His hypnotizing brown eyes had command over her, and she waited, a captive audience.
His gaze didn't leave hers as he raised her shirt. She breathed harder, feeling the light touch of his hands running up her sides and over her breasts. He fingered her nipples, rolling them around with his thumbs. They stiffened and ached from the repeated pawing. Then he stopped and stroked her sides. Intense warmth spread, prickling her skin. Goosebumps dotted her arms and shoulders.
His quiet intensity fascinated her. With one hand controlling her Tee shirt, his other took a more serious possession of her left breast. He turned his hand over and brushed his knuckles against the tip. Then grasping it between a finger and his thumb, he pinched it. The fiery sting zinged her to her core.
A moan escaped her.
She closed her eyes and tipped her head back.
"More," she begged, loving the way the pleasurable pain jarred her nerves.
And yet he didn't give her what she wanted. Instead, he took his hands away, and the soft cotton of the shirt she wore slid down over her inflamed nipples.
He raised his arm and his fingers neared her face. She sensed regret in his light touch to her jaw. Turning her cheek to his palm, she pleaded with him to continue. "Don't stop."
He looked at her strangely, as if what she asked was unusual and daring. His eyes were flickering with other colors, reflections from somewhere in the room kept her spellbound. There she hung, bound to the cabinet doors, and all she wanted to think about was could he make her want him more?
His other hand took a place on the opposite side of her neck. He petted lightly over her pulse, beating beneath the skin. The slow strokes lulled her senses, calming her all over. She closed her eyes, enjoying the caress that moved into a massage of her shoulders. It felt good, relaxing. And then he grabbed the Tee shirt's frayed collar and ripped it down the front, jerking her whole body forward.
Shocked out of her false tranquility, her lashes flew up as she gasped. Mild alarm made her tense as she bounced against the counter from J.R.'s jerking to tear the shirt completely open. Her heart rate quickened. She breathed heavier, stunned by his sudden aggression. A dark edginess fringed his expression as he looked hungrily at her breasts.
She glanced down at her nipples, ruby spiked points jutting in eagerness. J.R.'s long fingers folded around her swollen flesh. He lifted one breast higher then the other as if he weighed each to be sure he had the heavier, more deserving one.
He bent down and licked her taut nipple. She watched his tongue swish and cool the burning flesh. In a frenzy of ecstatic joy, she rolled her head from side to side against the cabinet with whispered moans for more. She arched, shoving her chest toward him. His bathing licks and suckling lips were the sweetest kind of torture. The coarseness of his tongue abraded her flesh, heating every sensitive nerve in her. The cut of his teeth when he nipped the tender tip of her breast came close to making her scream. His withdrawal left her unharmed. Then he did it all again. His mouth swung away sooner than she expected, faster than she wanted, and a frustrated whine slipped out of her. She wanted the moment to last forever.
His kisses journeyed along her collarbone and swept up the side of her neck. "You taste good." His words whispered around her ear. "I want to devour every inch of you."
"Yes." She panted, encouraging him by repeating her total agreement. "Yes, every inch."
He cupped her jaw and turned her head. His lips crept along. She twisted to catch his kiss on her mouth. Oddly, he avoided the place she desired to feel his tantalizing breath.
His hands left her body without warning. He pulled a red handkerchief from his back pocket and spun it several times folding it to a strip. She drew back as he lifted it to her eyes.
"Is that for me?" she asked, not sure how far she wanted to let him dominate her.
A wicked grin was his only answer.
This wasn't a position she should be in with a stranger and she debated telling him. No, she didn't want to play this game. The words stayed on the tip of her tongue as he leaned against her to tie the blindfold around her head. His hard body pressed hers, and she lost focus on her concerns. Her breasts flattened against him. She whimpered. Desire to have mind-blowing sex overpowered reason.
Then the blindfold went on. She wasn't sure how to handle the unsettling mix of apprehension and anticipation, but she felt another burst of fear. He was a stranger and she was giving him total control.
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February 19, 2012
New Countertops in the Twilight Zone
February 19, 2012
Do you remember the old Golden Earring song, "Twilight Zone?" Yeah, yeah, I'm that old and twelve thousand other authors just scurried off to write a story based on the lyrics, but I digress. There's one line in the song that certainly applies to my life at the moment.
"Help, I'm stepping into the twilight zone…"
Tomorrow, if all goes well, new countertops will be installed in my kitchen. I've looked at the old ones for thirty years and I'm due. No, no, I'm not THAT old. I got a head start on home ownership while in my early twenties when my grandparents gifted me with three acres of ground, but I digress again.
Once I'd allowed myself to be convinced I deserved to spend that kind of money on a whim, the project moved forward rather quickly. My partner knows I'm frugal to a fault and that if he really wanted to pry several thousand dollars out of my accounts, he'd have to bleed, too. He handed me a check (that I know had to give him a bit of a twinge) and off we went to look at options. Formica, quartz, marble, soapstone, concrete, granite, the stuff with the ground glass in it, real butcher block, stainless steel. We settled on granite.
"Help, I'm stepping into the twilight zone…"
If you ever decide to get new countertops there are a few words you should avoid - "We'll do the demo ourselves."
To save about five hundred dollars, we decided to rip out and dispose of the old countertops ourselves. And so the work did commence. The first to go was small space of counter my beloved uses as his desk space. It wasn't too difficult but wait…. His computer is on the floor in a corner of the living room. He's using my computer to check his email. He's touching MY computer. He's picking up things on MY desk and asking me what the hell they are. Such is the magnitude of my mistake - we'll do the demo ourselves.
So here we are on Sunday morning and the cooktop is on the potting bench - outside. The oven is on a piece of ply board on the dining room table. There is no kitchen sink. The dishwasher is sitting on plastic in the dining room. Who set the bomb off in my house?
And the coffee brewer? The Cuisinart is in the bathroom. And if you think about that for just a moment, you'll understand the real twilight zone moment.
I'll leave you with a little commentary from my cat. Yesterday, he decided to check out the action for himself and found his favorite observation spot had gone missing. He's a famous cover model, you know, having posed for the cover of
This morning he's in the bathroom, glaring at the coffee maker. I understand. I want my home back in order, too.
"The sun'll come up…tomorrow…."
KC Kendricks
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Do you remember the old Golden Earring song, "Twilight Zone?" Yeah, yeah, I'm that old and twelve thousand other authors just scurried off to write a story based on the lyrics, but I digress. There's one line in the song that certainly applies to my life at the moment.
"Help, I'm stepping into the twilight zone…"
Tomorrow, if all goes well, new countertops will be installed in my kitchen. I've looked at the old ones for thirty years and I'm due. No, no, I'm not THAT old. I got a head start on home ownership while in my early twenties when my grandparents gifted me with three acres of ground, but I digress again.
Once I'd allowed myself to be convinced I deserved to spend that kind of money on a whim, the project moved forward rather quickly. My partner knows I'm frugal to a fault and that if he really wanted to pry several thousand dollars out of my accounts, he'd have to bleed, too. He handed me a check (that I know had to give him a bit of a twinge) and off we went to look at options. Formica, quartz, marble, soapstone, concrete, granite, the stuff with the ground glass in it, real butcher block, stainless steel. We settled on granite.
"Help, I'm stepping into the twilight zone…"
If you ever decide to get new countertops there are a few words you should avoid - "We'll do the demo ourselves."
To save about five hundred dollars, we decided to rip out and dispose of the old countertops ourselves. And so the work did commence. The first to go was small space of counter my beloved uses as his desk space. It wasn't too difficult but wait…. His computer is on the floor in a corner of the living room. He's using my computer to check his email. He's touching MY computer. He's picking up things on MY desk and asking me what the hell they are. Such is the magnitude of my mistake - we'll do the demo ourselves.
So here we are on Sunday morning and the cooktop is on the potting bench - outside. The oven is on a piece of ply board on the dining room table. There is no kitchen sink. The dishwasher is sitting on plastic in the dining room. Who set the bomb off in my house?
And the coffee brewer? The Cuisinart is in the bathroom. And if you think about that for just a moment, you'll understand the real twilight zone moment.
I'll leave you with a little commentary from my cat. Yesterday, he decided to check out the action for himself and found his favorite observation spot had gone missing. He's a famous cover model, you know, having posed for the cover of
This morning he's in the bathroom, glaring at the coffee maker. I understand. I want my home back in order, too.
"The sun'll come up…tomorrow…."
KC Kendricks
website at: http://www.kckendricks.com
blog: http://www.kckendricks.blogspot.com
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/kckendricks
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February 12, 2012
Eye of the Beholder
February 12, 2012
Latest release!
EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
Contemporary gay romance
available now at Amber Allure
http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/EyeBeholder.html
Some neighbors share more than others...
Andy Madison is city born and bred. Filling in for a friend at a coffee shop, Andy meets Ben Hardin and sparks fly. They spend a long, lazy Sunday afternoon together to get to know each other, and when they decide to let nature take its course, they go to Ben's cozy apartment.
Ben's taking his time becoming acclimated to his new life in the big city. He's got a great job he loves, he's making new friends, and his starter apartment has the most incredible views a young man could dream of. Ben's discovered there's more to admire than the arts, music and architecture. All he has to do is look out his window and across the narrow alley.
Andy thinks he's seen it all living in the Big Apple, but what he spies through Ben's window is something that can only be enjoyed by the eye of the beholder...
INTRO:
I'd chosen to sleep on the side of the bed beside the one and only window in the apartment. It might have made a different decision if the window faced east, but it didn't. I peered out through the streaky glass at the glow of the city lights and wondered if I'd someday make enough money to have a real view. The surprising, and scary, answer to that musing was I actually might. My employer recognized my talent.
I was just about to tuck my toes under the sheet when for no real reason a movement on the other side of the narrow alley drew my attention. I yawned as the lights in the apartment across the way and down a story went out. The lower half of the window rose about six to eight inches and a pair of male hands set a block to keep it from falling closed. The hands, now unseen, pushed the sheer curtains apart to allow what little breeze stirred this night entrance to his room. Naked, he flopped down on his bed, his back arched as he stretched his arms over his head.
Why I didn't crawl between the sheets and go to sleep will forever remain a mystery. I never aspired to be a peeping Tommy. I might watch a little gay porn now and again, but what poor deprived country boy hadn't resorted to the joys of the Internet to get by until they could find a real man? That didn't make me a pervert. Unlike a few of the tricks I'd had since arriving in lower Manhattan, I didn't even like to have sex in public places. But in the blink of an eye I became a voyeur.
EXCERPT:
...Andy was sorta cute. I could invite him to a movie this afternoon and see what he said. It was one sure way to find out which team he batted for. "When do you get off, Andy?"
A smile played at his lips as he cocked his head to the left and raised his eyebrow. "Usually about midnight every night, one way or the other."
I bet I looked stupid with my mouth hanging open. A wide grin split his face, then he laughed, a low, happy sound that said he was pleased to have rendered me speechless. Andy sobered, at least a little.
"Are you attempting to ask me out?"
I gripped my coffee cup for dear life as I gathered my wits. "I'm not sure now. I think you might need to go home and get some sleep."
He leaned forward and brushed his knuckles across mine. "I don't like to sleep alone, Ben."
The smooth, silky way he said my name made me shiver, but I'm sure he intended that I would. Heart thudding unevenly in my chest, I met his gaze.
"Me neither, Andy, and I happen to be free around midnight." I didn't add that if we went to my place I'd make damn sure my curtains were safety-pinned closed.
He leaned forward again. "Tell you what. Give me your cell phone number and I'll call you when my shift is finally over."
"That'll work. We can figure out what happens between now and midnight then."
Andy smiled and shoved the rest of his muffin in his mouth as another customer hustled in out of the rain.
"Be right with you," he called out as he stood. "I don't know how long I'll be, but I'll call. Swear."
"I need to head home to make myself all sexy, so you do what you have to do."
He flashed me a parting grin and slipped behind the counter, then schmoozed with the new arrival. It was in my mind to wait a while before leaving, but the rain suddenly eased. Within minutes, the coffee shop was full of people. I cleared the little table and made a strategic exit. I saw no point in trying to distract him from his work just to say goodbye. A certain level of maturity was called for in these situations, or so I told myself.
On the other hand, I had a hookup for today that had a lot of potential. Andy was a friendly, charming fellow. Maybe I'd end up with a fuck buddy, which would be fine with me. What lonely fellow on his own in the big, bad city couldn't use one of those from time-to-time?
As predicted, the rain kicked the humidity up yet another notch. Everything from the streetlights to the trees to building canopies dripped, but my trusty umbrella kept my newspaper dry. The apartment was stifling when I opened the door, but then the air conditioning cycled on. I toed off my shoes and settled at the table to finish my almost cold coffee and leaf through the paper. If Andy did call, I didn't want to spend the entire day in bed.
Unless, of course, he could get it up more times in an afternoon than I was capable of doing. That would be a game changer, not to mention it would impress the hell out of me.
The paper yielded a few possible activities. I circled them, put on a fresh pot of coffee, and took a fast shower. It was almost eleven o'clock when Andy finally called. He wanted to dash home for a shower and suggested we meet at the Port Authority Bus Terminal on 42nd Street at one o'clock.
There was a movie he wanted to see, his treat, then we could get an early dinner, nothing fancy, my treat. After that, we'd see how the evening shaped up. It sounded like a perfect afternoon, and I quickly agreed.
It didn't take long for me to get nervous. I liked Andy and I didn't want to screw up a simple date, but what if he was the clingy sort? I wasn't looking for forever, just a good time tonight. If I got a different vibe from him, I'd have to make my intentions clear without hurting his feelings.
Nothing like getting ahead of myself. Jeez. And to keep from doing it again, I decided to wear a white T-shirt and jeans. Simple, yet sexy, with the message today was about fun.
Or maybe something else was already in the cards.
Andy greeted me with a kiss...
EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
ISBN:978-1-61124-243-0
Contemporary gay romance
available now at Amber Allure
http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/EyeBeholder.html
KC Kendricks
website at: http://www.kckendricks.com
blog: http://www.kckendricks.blogspot.com
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/kckendricks
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Latest release!
EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
Contemporary gay romance
available now at Amber Allure
http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/EyeBeholder.html
Some neighbors share more than others...
Andy Madison is city born and bred. Filling in for a friend at a coffee shop, Andy meets Ben Hardin and sparks fly. They spend a long, lazy Sunday afternoon together to get to know each other, and when they decide to let nature take its course, they go to Ben's cozy apartment.
Ben's taking his time becoming acclimated to his new life in the big city. He's got a great job he loves, he's making new friends, and his starter apartment has the most incredible views a young man could dream of. Ben's discovered there's more to admire than the arts, music and architecture. All he has to do is look out his window and across the narrow alley.
Andy thinks he's seen it all living in the Big Apple, but what he spies through Ben's window is something that can only be enjoyed by the eye of the beholder...
INTRO:
I'd chosen to sleep on the side of the bed beside the one and only window in the apartment. It might have made a different decision if the window faced east, but it didn't. I peered out through the streaky glass at the glow of the city lights and wondered if I'd someday make enough money to have a real view. The surprising, and scary, answer to that musing was I actually might. My employer recognized my talent.
I was just about to tuck my toes under the sheet when for no real reason a movement on the other side of the narrow alley drew my attention. I yawned as the lights in the apartment across the way and down a story went out. The lower half of the window rose about six to eight inches and a pair of male hands set a block to keep it from falling closed. The hands, now unseen, pushed the sheer curtains apart to allow what little breeze stirred this night entrance to his room. Naked, he flopped down on his bed, his back arched as he stretched his arms over his head.
Why I didn't crawl between the sheets and go to sleep will forever remain a mystery. I never aspired to be a peeping Tommy. I might watch a little gay porn now and again, but what poor deprived country boy hadn't resorted to the joys of the Internet to get by until they could find a real man? That didn't make me a pervert. Unlike a few of the tricks I'd had since arriving in lower Manhattan, I didn't even like to have sex in public places. But in the blink of an eye I became a voyeur.
EXCERPT:
...Andy was sorta cute. I could invite him to a movie this afternoon and see what he said. It was one sure way to find out which team he batted for. "When do you get off, Andy?"
A smile played at his lips as he cocked his head to the left and raised his eyebrow. "Usually about midnight every night, one way or the other."
I bet I looked stupid with my mouth hanging open. A wide grin split his face, then he laughed, a low, happy sound that said he was pleased to have rendered me speechless. Andy sobered, at least a little.
"Are you attempting to ask me out?"
I gripped my coffee cup for dear life as I gathered my wits. "I'm not sure now. I think you might need to go home and get some sleep."
He leaned forward and brushed his knuckles across mine. "I don't like to sleep alone, Ben."
The smooth, silky way he said my name made me shiver, but I'm sure he intended that I would. Heart thudding unevenly in my chest, I met his gaze.
"Me neither, Andy, and I happen to be free around midnight." I didn't add that if we went to my place I'd make damn sure my curtains were safety-pinned closed.
He leaned forward again. "Tell you what. Give me your cell phone number and I'll call you when my shift is finally over."
"That'll work. We can figure out what happens between now and midnight then."
Andy smiled and shoved the rest of his muffin in his mouth as another customer hustled in out of the rain.
"Be right with you," he called out as he stood. "I don't know how long I'll be, but I'll call. Swear."
"I need to head home to make myself all sexy, so you do what you have to do."
He flashed me a parting grin and slipped behind the counter, then schmoozed with the new arrival. It was in my mind to wait a while before leaving, but the rain suddenly eased. Within minutes, the coffee shop was full of people. I cleared the little table and made a strategic exit. I saw no point in trying to distract him from his work just to say goodbye. A certain level of maturity was called for in these situations, or so I told myself.
On the other hand, I had a hookup for today that had a lot of potential. Andy was a friendly, charming fellow. Maybe I'd end up with a fuck buddy, which would be fine with me. What lonely fellow on his own in the big, bad city couldn't use one of those from time-to-time?
As predicted, the rain kicked the humidity up yet another notch. Everything from the streetlights to the trees to building canopies dripped, but my trusty umbrella kept my newspaper dry. The apartment was stifling when I opened the door, but then the air conditioning cycled on. I toed off my shoes and settled at the table to finish my almost cold coffee and leaf through the paper. If Andy did call, I didn't want to spend the entire day in bed.
Unless, of course, he could get it up more times in an afternoon than I was capable of doing. That would be a game changer, not to mention it would impress the hell out of me.
The paper yielded a few possible activities. I circled them, put on a fresh pot of coffee, and took a fast shower. It was almost eleven o'clock when Andy finally called. He wanted to dash home for a shower and suggested we meet at the Port Authority Bus Terminal on 42nd Street at one o'clock.
There was a movie he wanted to see, his treat, then we could get an early dinner, nothing fancy, my treat. After that, we'd see how the evening shaped up. It sounded like a perfect afternoon, and I quickly agreed.
It didn't take long for me to get nervous. I liked Andy and I didn't want to screw up a simple date, but what if he was the clingy sort? I wasn't looking for forever, just a good time tonight. If I got a different vibe from him, I'd have to make my intentions clear without hurting his feelings.
Nothing like getting ahead of myself. Jeez. And to keep from doing it again, I decided to wear a white T-shirt and jeans. Simple, yet sexy, with the message today was about fun.
Or maybe something else was already in the cards.
Andy greeted me with a kiss...
EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
ISBN:978-1-61124-243-0
Contemporary gay romance
available now at Amber Allure
http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/EyeBeholder.html
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
January 29, 2012
Many Sundry Things
Sunday
January 29, 2012
Some quipster once said, "It's not the speed of life that scares me...it's the sudden stop at the end."
Aye. Right. It's the speed of life! I swear I jinxed myself by declaring my intention to cut back on my workload. It's not happening and I feel like a hamster on a wheel. It might not be that bad in real life, but it FEELS that way.
Let's see. What's been going on in my world....
I'm on Brenda Williamson's An Eclectic Author blog today with
Have you signed up for the 2012 A to Z Blogging Challenge yet? I have. This is not the cakewalk you might think. Twenty-six blogs in thirty days on topics that follow the alphabet. Many will begin, few will finish. Are you one of the elite?
FINISHED!! The manuscript of Leather Jackets is finished. Now it gets a few passes to check for typos and continuty, then it will be time to fill out the publisher forms and send it all in. And let me just add it's done well ahead of my March 1, 2012 deadline, so I want an "atta girl," please. If you've read A Cat Named Hercules, you should be able to figure out who this story is about as this is number six in the Men of Marionville series. The series is going on hiatus after Leather Jackets so I can finish up some other projects, including the next Sundown story.
Work on my family tree is going well. I connected with a [distant] cousin and she's great. It's been fun. I've been turned on to a website called "Find A Grave." Lot's of info there. My partner and I have new destinations when we simply want to get out of the house for an hour or two - cemeteries.
Next weekend, Eye of the Beholder goes live. Yes, it's a little soon after A Cat Named Hercules, and it's my fault. I turned it in to the scheduling guru too soon. I should have waited until the day Herc went on sale. I mean, I don't even have the page on my website done so you can check it out. Bad KC. But you and check out what I have here. Eye of the Beholder is something different for me - a short piece of only 11K words. Short, smutty and fun to write.
It's Hammer time! I got a new blue urathane Hammer. That's a bowling ball for those of you who don't bowl. For those of you who do, I had to move my feet and my target five boards left. This ball can snap on the back end if you get the right speed on it. You've been warned.
So there it is. The last couple of weeks in a nutshell. One month of the New Year has [all but] passed. Amazing.
Until next time..
KC Kendricks
website: http://www.kckendricks.com
January 21, 2012
Nathan's Angel by Melissa Bradley
There's no doubt writing is a solitary endeavor, but every once in a while you meet someone part pixie, part genius and all energy - a.k.a. Melissa Bradley. Here's an excerpt from her latest release, Nathan's Angel. -KC
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What could be sexier than a werewolf and an angel? Here's a little taste of my very first m/m erotic romance, Nathan's Angel. Enjoy!
Sometimes, the laws of Heaven were meant to be broken…
When his soul mate is stolen from Paradise and reincarnated, Ramiel, angel of death and transformation, defies Celestial Law to find out why. As punishment for his crime, he is banished to Earth in human form without his powers. His only hope lies in recovering the grace he lost in his fall from the Divine Realm…
Nathan, a beta werewolf, knows all too well what it's like to be vulnerable and at the mercy of unfair people and situations. He is considered weak in the eyes of the alphas of his pack. Ramiel literally falling into his life changes him. Determined to help the sexy angel, he takes charge of the situation and to his surprise, begins to exhibit some rather alpha behavior…
As they search, a white hot, forbidden fire ignites between them, an inferno that sets them ablaze, fusing them body and mind. A passion that makes them question everything they've ever known. But when Ramiel's grace is found, will they have the strength to let each other go?
Excerpt
The angel stiffened and bowed his head. "I do not know what overcame me. I am weakened and in a form I have not taken in millennia. I have no control, I…" He trailed off, exhaling sharply.
Nathan tugged at Ramiel until the angel turned to face him. "No matter what you are, you're human now and close quarters plus attraction equals lust, desire, whatever you want to call it. Trust me. I'm half human and half animal, if anyone can understand, it's me. 'Your reaction was quite understandable.'" A half smile quirked the side of Ramiel's mouth as Nathan repeated the angel's own words back to him. Apparently not all humor was lost on the angel, then.
He stared at Nathan through the gold silk of his bangs and Nathan's chest went tight. Without thought, he reached up to palm Ramiel's cheeks. The lost look in his eyes hit Nathan deep and he was overwhelmed with the desire to kiss him, to ease the loneliness Ramiel must surely be feeling, exiled from his own kind. He raised up, tilting his head…
Ramiel's mouth crashed onto his, a hungry, elemental force that caught him by surprise. Pent-up need emanated from Ramiel and Nathan speared his fingers through Ramiel's hair, dragging the angel deeper into the kiss, letting him know it was all right, that he could take whatever Ramiel had to give.
With a low growl, Ramiel hauled Nathan tight against his big body, his hands grabbing Nathan's ass. Ramiel's tongue licked along Nathan's lips, then plunged deep inside, stroking and twining with Nathan's.
Ramiel's taste was a wild kaleidoscope of flavor. Spicy and sweet with a hint of the meaty burger he had just eaten. It teased at the back of Nathan's mind, a long forgotten treasure rediscovered. Pleasure overrode any more coherent thought like a tsunami and Nathan was swept up in its wake, drowning in sensation. His erection pulsed behind his zipper, a primitive, throbbing heat that tightened his balls.
Nathan wanted nothing more than to be skin to skin with Ramiel, exploring every plane and hollow of him. He needed to be closer, with no barrier between them.
Ramiel groaned, stumbled and the two of them nearly toppled over. Nathan clutched him, balanced on his feet and averted disaster. He locked eyes with Ramiel, their breath coming in rough gasps, and noted the pallor of the angel's skin beneath the sex flush.
"Come on. I think we need to get you into bed for some serious rest."
Ramiel stroked a finger along Nathan's jaw, with a banked fire in the silvery depths of his eyes. Nathan regretted saying a thing.
"I have no desire to sleep. I prefer very much to continue what has begun."
Nathan's Angel Links
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Amazon
Melissa Bradley
Melissa's Imaginarium
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What could be sexier than a werewolf and an angel? Here's a little taste of my very first m/m erotic romance, Nathan's Angel. Enjoy!Sometimes, the laws of Heaven were meant to be broken…
When his soul mate is stolen from Paradise and reincarnated, Ramiel, angel of death and transformation, defies Celestial Law to find out why. As punishment for his crime, he is banished to Earth in human form without his powers. His only hope lies in recovering the grace he lost in his fall from the Divine Realm…
Nathan, a beta werewolf, knows all too well what it's like to be vulnerable and at the mercy of unfair people and situations. He is considered weak in the eyes of the alphas of his pack. Ramiel literally falling into his life changes him. Determined to help the sexy angel, he takes charge of the situation and to his surprise, begins to exhibit some rather alpha behavior…
As they search, a white hot, forbidden fire ignites between them, an inferno that sets them ablaze, fusing them body and mind. A passion that makes them question everything they've ever known. But when Ramiel's grace is found, will they have the strength to let each other go?
Excerpt
The angel stiffened and bowed his head. "I do not know what overcame me. I am weakened and in a form I have not taken in millennia. I have no control, I…" He trailed off, exhaling sharply.
Nathan tugged at Ramiel until the angel turned to face him. "No matter what you are, you're human now and close quarters plus attraction equals lust, desire, whatever you want to call it. Trust me. I'm half human and half animal, if anyone can understand, it's me. 'Your reaction was quite understandable.'" A half smile quirked the side of Ramiel's mouth as Nathan repeated the angel's own words back to him. Apparently not all humor was lost on the angel, then.
He stared at Nathan through the gold silk of his bangs and Nathan's chest went tight. Without thought, he reached up to palm Ramiel's cheeks. The lost look in his eyes hit Nathan deep and he was overwhelmed with the desire to kiss him, to ease the loneliness Ramiel must surely be feeling, exiled from his own kind. He raised up, tilting his head…
Ramiel's mouth crashed onto his, a hungry, elemental force that caught him by surprise. Pent-up need emanated from Ramiel and Nathan speared his fingers through Ramiel's hair, dragging the angel deeper into the kiss, letting him know it was all right, that he could take whatever Ramiel had to give.
With a low growl, Ramiel hauled Nathan tight against his big body, his hands grabbing Nathan's ass. Ramiel's tongue licked along Nathan's lips, then plunged deep inside, stroking and twining with Nathan's.
Ramiel's taste was a wild kaleidoscope of flavor. Spicy and sweet with a hint of the meaty burger he had just eaten. It teased at the back of Nathan's mind, a long forgotten treasure rediscovered. Pleasure overrode any more coherent thought like a tsunami and Nathan was swept up in its wake, drowning in sensation. His erection pulsed behind his zipper, a primitive, throbbing heat that tightened his balls.
Nathan wanted nothing more than to be skin to skin with Ramiel, exploring every plane and hollow of him. He needed to be closer, with no barrier between them.
Ramiel groaned, stumbled and the two of them nearly toppled over. Nathan clutched him, balanced on his feet and averted disaster. He locked eyes with Ramiel, their breath coming in rough gasps, and noted the pallor of the angel's skin beneath the sex flush.
"Come on. I think we need to get you into bed for some serious rest."
Ramiel stroked a finger along Nathan's jaw, with a banked fire in the silvery depths of his eyes. Nathan regretted saying a thing.
"I have no desire to sleep. I prefer very much to continue what has begun."
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