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May 8, 2011
Between the Moon and the Deep Blue Sea by KC Kendricks
May 8, 2011
Just released!
Between the Moon and the Deep Blue Sea
Contemporary gay romance available now at
http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/BetweenMoon.html
Chad Collier's had enough of providing stud service to rich men. It's true he's had more fun than any one man deserves, but now it's time to make a plan for the rest of his life. At the urging of a mentor, he takes a leap of faith and breaks with his old ways. Yet a job interview lands him smack in the path of Darcy Paulson, the sort of rich man Chad vowed to avoid.
Darcy Paulson came of age as the prodigal son in a wealthy manufacturing dynasty. Every man he's ever met has been after his money, until Chad Collier shows up on his doorstep. Darcy finds Chad prickly, standoffish, and utterly irresistible. Smitten by Chad's dark good looks and determination to stand on his own two feet, Darcy is happy to give him an opportunity. It doesn't take long for them to figure out that some private, no-strings fun is what they both need.
An unexpected event brings them face-to-face with the truth. The magic that happens between the moon and the deep blue sea is something a man can't own, and it can be fully experienced only in the arms of a lover...
INTRO:
…His low, husky voice rippled over me in the small space. I stood still, unmoving, caught between fight and flight, as his warm palm stroked my side. I looked up into his glittering eyes and fell into his intent. Hot blood pooled in my groin. My cock surged full in a handful of pounding heartbeats. Darcy's dark pink tongue flicked over his lips, leaving them moist. He meant to kiss me and, against all better judgment, I wanted him to do it. I gripped his hips and pulled him closer.
Darcy's lips touched mine, soft and clinging, whispering promises. The sweet contact jolted though me with its unexpected tenderness. His tongue teased my lower lip, and all too soon he pulled away and left me wanting more. Darcy's thumb traced the path across my mouth his tongue had taken. He licked his lips, as though he could still taste me. All the while I stood rooted to the floor, aching for him to kiss me again, and cursing my own cowardice. I knew if I kissed him, he wouldn't push me away, but I…
"I won't hurt you, Chad. I swear."
"Don't promise me anything, Darcy. You don't know where my head is these days."
His hands skimmed my sides. "Fair enough. Just don't lie to me and tell me you don't want to be kissed again."
I let my hands fall from his hips. "What I want and what's best for me right now are several galaxies apart."
Darcy studied me for the longest thirty seconds of my life, then nodded. "Okay. I'm backing off." The corner of his mouth twitched in a quirky smile. "I don't want to, but I will."
The tiny spark of hope longing for him to push me past my reluctance died, and only when it faded did I realize what I'd done…
EXCERPT:
If the blowjob was hot, was it still stupid? I knew the answer was 'yes', but I kissed him anyway. I didn't linger at his lips – I needed to catch my breath.
"So. Darcy. You always carry a rubber in your pocket?"
He snorted and rolled me onto my back. "I'm gay. What do you think? Don't you?"
"I usually do, but this wasn't in the plan, you know." I grabbed his hands to stop him from pulling my pants completely off. "Let me up."
"Oh no. I want you, Chad. I've got another rubber, and this was in my plan."
His intent jolted through me. He meant to fuck me right here on the floor. I held him at arm's length. "Now, wait a minute. This isn't going to work for me."
Darcy froze. His expression darkened as he moved toward anger. "You think it's acceptable to leave me hanging, all hot and bothered, so long as you get off?"
"Don't get pissy with me, Darcy. I've never let a guy up my ass, and this…"
"Never!"
"For God's sake, don't look so shocked. I'll laugh, and you'll be all hurt." I twisted out of his grasp and tried to yank my jeans up. Strong hands closed around my hips to pull me back into the curve of his body. Soft lips nibbled on the back of my neck as his fingers teased my ass.
"I agree. The kitchen floor isn't the place for auspicious beginnings. My bed is."
I'd gone all shivery from what he was doing to my butt. The light strokes of his fingertips brought to memory the moans of pleasure I'd drawn from other men. Could he do that to me?
"Let me go, Darcy. I not ready for this."
I felt the anger snap through him. It was there in the way the length of his lean body stiffened, the sharp intake of his breath. Abruptly, he shoved away from me and rolled to his knees.
"My mistake, Chad. You won't get the chance to use me again."
His words cut painfully into the part of me that struggled to break free of the mistakes of the past. I tripped my way to my feet, tossed the used rubber in the trashcan, and zipped up.
"I'm not using you. You started this. Yeah, I was wrong not to stop you, but you bushwhacked me – twice now!"
Darcy got to his feet with more grace than I'd mustered, and glared at me. Even pissed off, he had pretty blue eyes.
"Why the fuck didn't you stop me? Oh, yeah. Must have been that woody you popped up for me, huh?"
"Pardon me all to hell for being human! I never said I don't find you attractive."
Darcy's eyebrows slid toward his hairline. I refused to blink under his scrutiny.
"Andrew says you're broke."
Maybe I was broke in more ways than one, but Darcy referred to my lack of funds.
"What if I am? Do you think I'd come all this way looking for work if I had money?"
"Why didn't the ex, what was his name? Sidney? Why didn't he set you up?"
"Because I wouldn't take his money. I didn't want it. So now what are you going to do, Mr. Paulson? Offer to pay to fuck me?"
Darcy looked me up and down, then shrugged. "I'm going to eat my dinner, unless it's charred to ash."
I stood, my mouth hanging open, as he got the bottle of wine out of the freezer and a corkscrew out of the drawer.
I hadn't even gotten my hands on his dick.
BETWEEN THE MOON AND THE DEEP BLUE SEA
ISBN 978-1-61124-107-5
http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/BetweenMoon.html
KC Kendricks
Visit my website at: http://www.kckendricks.com
Follow me on Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/kckendricks
Join my mailing list at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/betweenthekeys
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Just released!
Between the Moon and the Deep Blue Sea
Contemporary gay romance available now at
http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/BetweenMoon.html
Chad Collier's had enough of providing stud service to rich men. It's true he's had more fun than any one man deserves, but now it's time to make a plan for the rest of his life. At the urging of a mentor, he takes a leap of faith and breaks with his old ways. Yet a job interview lands him smack in the path of Darcy Paulson, the sort of rich man Chad vowed to avoid.
Darcy Paulson came of age as the prodigal son in a wealthy manufacturing dynasty. Every man he's ever met has been after his money, until Chad Collier shows up on his doorstep. Darcy finds Chad prickly, standoffish, and utterly irresistible. Smitten by Chad's dark good looks and determination to stand on his own two feet, Darcy is happy to give him an opportunity. It doesn't take long for them to figure out that some private, no-strings fun is what they both need.
An unexpected event brings them face-to-face with the truth. The magic that happens between the moon and the deep blue sea is something a man can't own, and it can be fully experienced only in the arms of a lover...
INTRO:
…His low, husky voice rippled over me in the small space. I stood still, unmoving, caught between fight and flight, as his warm palm stroked my side. I looked up into his glittering eyes and fell into his intent. Hot blood pooled in my groin. My cock surged full in a handful of pounding heartbeats. Darcy's dark pink tongue flicked over his lips, leaving them moist. He meant to kiss me and, against all better judgment, I wanted him to do it. I gripped his hips and pulled him closer.
Darcy's lips touched mine, soft and clinging, whispering promises. The sweet contact jolted though me with its unexpected tenderness. His tongue teased my lower lip, and all too soon he pulled away and left me wanting more. Darcy's thumb traced the path across my mouth his tongue had taken. He licked his lips, as though he could still taste me. All the while I stood rooted to the floor, aching for him to kiss me again, and cursing my own cowardice. I knew if I kissed him, he wouldn't push me away, but I…
"I won't hurt you, Chad. I swear."
"Don't promise me anything, Darcy. You don't know where my head is these days."
His hands skimmed my sides. "Fair enough. Just don't lie to me and tell me you don't want to be kissed again."
I let my hands fall from his hips. "What I want and what's best for me right now are several galaxies apart."
Darcy studied me for the longest thirty seconds of my life, then nodded. "Okay. I'm backing off." The corner of his mouth twitched in a quirky smile. "I don't want to, but I will."
The tiny spark of hope longing for him to push me past my reluctance died, and only when it faded did I realize what I'd done…
EXCERPT:
If the blowjob was hot, was it still stupid? I knew the answer was 'yes', but I kissed him anyway. I didn't linger at his lips – I needed to catch my breath.
"So. Darcy. You always carry a rubber in your pocket?"
He snorted and rolled me onto my back. "I'm gay. What do you think? Don't you?"
"I usually do, but this wasn't in the plan, you know." I grabbed his hands to stop him from pulling my pants completely off. "Let me up."
"Oh no. I want you, Chad. I've got another rubber, and this was in my plan."
His intent jolted through me. He meant to fuck me right here on the floor. I held him at arm's length. "Now, wait a minute. This isn't going to work for me."
Darcy froze. His expression darkened as he moved toward anger. "You think it's acceptable to leave me hanging, all hot and bothered, so long as you get off?"
"Don't get pissy with me, Darcy. I've never let a guy up my ass, and this…"
"Never!"
"For God's sake, don't look so shocked. I'll laugh, and you'll be all hurt." I twisted out of his grasp and tried to yank my jeans up. Strong hands closed around my hips to pull me back into the curve of his body. Soft lips nibbled on the back of my neck as his fingers teased my ass.
"I agree. The kitchen floor isn't the place for auspicious beginnings. My bed is."
I'd gone all shivery from what he was doing to my butt. The light strokes of his fingertips brought to memory the moans of pleasure I'd drawn from other men. Could he do that to me?
"Let me go, Darcy. I not ready for this."
I felt the anger snap through him. It was there in the way the length of his lean body stiffened, the sharp intake of his breath. Abruptly, he shoved away from me and rolled to his knees.
"My mistake, Chad. You won't get the chance to use me again."
His words cut painfully into the part of me that struggled to break free of the mistakes of the past. I tripped my way to my feet, tossed the used rubber in the trashcan, and zipped up.
"I'm not using you. You started this. Yeah, I was wrong not to stop you, but you bushwhacked me – twice now!"
Darcy got to his feet with more grace than I'd mustered, and glared at me. Even pissed off, he had pretty blue eyes.
"Why the fuck didn't you stop me? Oh, yeah. Must have been that woody you popped up for me, huh?"
"Pardon me all to hell for being human! I never said I don't find you attractive."
Darcy's eyebrows slid toward his hairline. I refused to blink under his scrutiny.
"Andrew says you're broke."
Maybe I was broke in more ways than one, but Darcy referred to my lack of funds.
"What if I am? Do you think I'd come all this way looking for work if I had money?"
"Why didn't the ex, what was his name? Sidney? Why didn't he set you up?"
"Because I wouldn't take his money. I didn't want it. So now what are you going to do, Mr. Paulson? Offer to pay to fuck me?"
Darcy looked me up and down, then shrugged. "I'm going to eat my dinner, unless it's charred to ash."
I stood, my mouth hanging open, as he got the bottle of wine out of the freezer and a corkscrew out of the drawer.
I hadn't even gotten my hands on his dick.
BETWEEN THE MOON AND THE DEEP BLUE SEA
ISBN 978-1-61124-107-5
http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/BetweenMoon.html
KC Kendricks
Visit my website at: http://www.kckendricks.com
Follow me on Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/kckendricks
Join my mailing list at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/betweenthekeys
Read my personal blog: http://www.kckendricks.blogspot.com
Check out the MySpace page: http://www.myspace.com/kckendricks
May 1, 2011
April 30, 2011
Zee End
April 30, 2011
A to Z Blogging Challenge
Day 26 - Z
We're finally to 'Z' in the A to Z Blogging marathon. I wasn't sure I could pull it off – don't go there – but here I am, at Zee. One thing for sure. Zee is not final. It's not an end in and of itself. It's a stepping-stone to another level, one that I feel challenged to attain.
I need to keep going toward my goal of a better me, to remember that no matter how hard I work or how much I learn, it's likely my best will always be out there ahead of me, in the undiscovered country. I'll make it there, someday. Rest assured I travel a path that allows me to enjoy the journey.
But the blogging challenge has to end. Zee must come for this year and I must get back to zee writing. Thanks to everyone who stopped by Between the Keys, especially those who decided to click the follow button. I hope you've gotten a smile or two, or at least been entertained in some fashion.
Will I do the A to Z Challenge in 2012? It depends on where I am in my life. I think, though, as I traverse the days, I'll consciously, and unconsciously, be on the lookout for interesting letters - just in case.
Zee is not the end. No one knows what will come next.
A to Z Blogging Challenge
Day 26 - Z
We're finally to 'Z' in the A to Z Blogging marathon. I wasn't sure I could pull it off – don't go there – but here I am, at Zee. One thing for sure. Zee is not final. It's not an end in and of itself. It's a stepping-stone to another level, one that I feel challenged to attain.
I need to keep going toward my goal of a better me, to remember that no matter how hard I work or how much I learn, it's likely my best will always be out there ahead of me, in the undiscovered country. I'll make it there, someday. Rest assured I travel a path that allows me to enjoy the journey.
But the blogging challenge has to end. Zee must come for this year and I must get back to zee writing. Thanks to everyone who stopped by Between the Keys, especially those who decided to click the follow button. I hope you've gotten a smile or two, or at least been entertained in some fashion.
Will I do the A to Z Challenge in 2012? It depends on where I am in my life. I think, though, as I traverse the days, I'll consciously, and unconsciously, be on the lookout for interesting letters - just in case.
Zee is not the end. No one knows what will come next.
April 29, 2011
In Celebration of Yellow
What sort of blogger would I be if I didn't comment on the Royal Wedding? It was a given Katie-Catherine would look stunning. Okay - she was absolutely-completely-utterly-regally stunning and I'm sincerely happy for her.
But I was also pleasantly surprised at the Queen. She was a little ray of sunshine in yellow. No matter your politics - love the monarchy, hate the monarchy or couldn't care less - today isn't the day to quibble over anything. And to that end I'll give the old gal her grandmotherly due - in celebration of yellow.
Yellow Cars
April 29, 2011
A to Z Blogging Challenge
Day 25 - Y
There's something about a yellow car that grabs the attention. They're like a burst of moving sunshine. I've never owned one, nor do I plan to, but I confess I like them.
I take it back. I certainly would own one like this.
Or this. I actually did own a 1969 Camaro, like this one, only in that weird shade of medium green Chevy had year.
Oh, heck. I fibbed again. Give me a Gibbs car!
Or a Nash Bridges ride!
And let's not forget two-time Winston Cup champ Terry Labonte's best ride. It was easy to keep an eye on the rooster, back in the day.
A buddy of mine had one of these. He was a little Starsky & Hutch crazy, but he got over it before he ruined this paint scheme.
And so goes the next to the last day of the A to Z 2011 Blogging Challenge. I hope you enjoyed the sunbursts.
A to Z Blogging Challenge
Day 25 - Y
There's something about a yellow car that grabs the attention. They're like a burst of moving sunshine. I've never owned one, nor do I plan to, but I confess I like them.
I take it back. I certainly would own one like this.
Or this. I actually did own a 1969 Camaro, like this one, only in that weird shade of medium green Chevy had year.
Oh, heck. I fibbed again. Give me a Gibbs car!
Or a Nash Bridges ride!
And let's not forget two-time Winston Cup champ Terry Labonte's best ride. It was easy to keep an eye on the rooster, back in the day.
A buddy of mine had one of these. He was a little Starsky & Hutch crazy, but he got over it before he ruined this paint scheme.
And so goes the next to the last day of the A to Z 2011 Blogging Challenge. I hope you enjoyed the sunbursts.
April 28, 2011
Xanthippe for a day
April 28, 2011
A to Z Blogging Challenge
Day 24 - X
I think it would be appropriate to confess the letter 'X' almost stumped me. There are the usual "X Factor" ideas, and the list of strange and obscure words begging with the letter X, but I don't count those as too original. And let's not mention my fear that with all us authors blogging about the really cool X-words that are out there, some reviewer whose wit does not outpace the English language will start using them to describe contemporary gay romance books. (Make a bet, anyone?)
In my quest for X, I did find this one and it struck a chord:
xanthippe- an ill-tempered woman. That might very well describe me today. Here I am, all the way to X, and the well of words has filled with silt, and it's made me cranky.
And cranky authors are not a good thing. Unless you're Maxine.
A to Z Blogging Challenge
Day 24 - X
I think it would be appropriate to confess the letter 'X' almost stumped me. There are the usual "X Factor" ideas, and the list of strange and obscure words begging with the letter X, but I don't count those as too original. And let's not mention my fear that with all us authors blogging about the really cool X-words that are out there, some reviewer whose wit does not outpace the English language will start using them to describe contemporary gay romance books. (Make a bet, anyone?)
In my quest for X, I did find this one and it struck a chord:
xanthippe- an ill-tempered woman. That might very well describe me today. Here I am, all the way to X, and the well of words has filled with silt, and it's made me cranky.
And cranky authors are not a good thing. Unless you're Maxine.
April 27, 2011
What You Don't Confess by KC Kendricks
April 27, 2011
A to Z Blogging Challenge
Day 23 - W
What You Don't Confess
Contemporary gay romance
available at http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/WhatYouDontConfess.html
Bright and beautiful, Cassidy Barlow is one of Marionville's new breed of movers and shakers. Outspoken on political and social issues, Cass draws a lot of media attention, and knows how to us it. Out and proud, Cass makes no apologies for who he is, or who he wants – and he wants Dylan Donoghy. The only thing is, from where Cass stands, Dylan seems to be involved with two different men.
Coming out. The most difficult phrase in Dylan Donoghy's vocabulary. Handsome, successful, wealthy, he's made it this far in life with only his closest friends knowing he's gay. Dylan has a good reason for that to change – his deepening attraction to Cassidy Barlow. It doesn't come easy, but Dylan takes a few first steps out of the closet. It's his only choice if he wants to be with Cass, even though he knows Cass has some secrets of his own.
Every man has a private past, and an unwritten future. What he won't confess stands between the two.
EXCERPT
"You do know those four watchdogs of yours were there the entire evening, don't you?"
I nodded. "They like to keep an eye on me. Obviously, it didn't discourage you at all."
His hand gripped my shoulders again. His amber gaze drilled into mine. "Just so I don't step in it, Dylan, how many of them have you slept with? And don't lie to me."
I fought back against of wave of anger. How dare he imply I'd not tell him the truth? Being astute, he knew he'd pissed me off. I saw the apology in his eyes as he touched his fingertips to my lips.
"That didn't come out right, Dylan."
" Apology accepted. Before today, I might have told you it was none of your business, but now I think you should know. We're no longer intimate, but I have a very close, special relationship with both Travis and Tyler. I'm very happy for them that they both found a partner."
"That's what I figured out Friday night when they spent all that time running in and out of an area marked 'private'. Especially Templeton."
"Don't test me too often, Cass. I don't like it." I spoke sharper than intended, but he needed to know my boundaries. "There's a lot of space between your age and mine. Be careful not to judge until you get to where I am."
Those restless hands of his skimmed along my sides. "I'm not being judgmental, I swear. I just needed to know what the dynamics are between you and them so I don't put both feet in my mouth."
"Okay. I get it. And for what it's worth, all four of them, especially Travis, are rooting for you."
"Really? He's in my corner, is he?" Cass tucked his fingers under my belt and tugged. I levered my weight off the door and stepped past him, capturing his hand to pull him into the casual space I used for informal gatherings.
"He's using tough love on me when it comes to you, so don't be shocked, or surprised, at his little quips. Have a seat."
Cass eased down on the love seat and patted the spot beside him. I ignored him, and went to the bar. "What would you like to drink?"
"Ginger ale?"
I nodded and poured two, handing his to him with an apology it didn't come in a brandy snifter as I settled in beside him. I stopped him when he moved to put his arm around me.
"You're killing me here, Dylan."
"No, I'm not." I sipped my drink. "Cass, I don't want to make a misstep with you. I know what you want tonight, but what do you want next week? Or next month? Christ, what do I want next week?"
He leaned back and watched me with those amber eyes. His cool, even regard gave little indication of his thoughts. Cass downed his drink in three fast swallows, then swirled the ice around in the bottom of the empty glass.
"Do you always think everything to death, Dylan?"
"It's a hazard one encounters in middle age."
"I'm not some mistake you'll regret when you're ninety."
I laid my hand on his thigh. The heat of his skin penetrated his jeans, and snaked up my arm. "You're right, you know. I won't regret meeting you, whether dinner is all we share, or we become friends, or if we become lovers."
"Or? If? I don't appreciate being jerked around."
"Well, poor little you that I haven't figured this out yet."
Cass's mouth dropped open, then snapped closed. He stared at me, blinked, and stared again. I reveled in private glee that I'd seen him speechless twice in one day, but that amusement was strongly tempered by the knowledge I had him too far off balance. I squeezed his knee.
"Look, Cass. I'm not jerking you around. Getting involved with someone isn't easy for me. I've never been someone who gets a hard-on for a guy and loses my mind until I fuck him. I have to think things through, and consider the impact it may have on my life."
He shook his head. "Babe, you've got to start living in the moment, and stop living in fear." Cass set his empty glass down on the end table and stood. With angry, disappointed eyes, he met my gaze. A muscle moved in his clenched jaw.
My heart beat painfully. I knew what he was going to say...
WHAT YOU DON'T CONFESS
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-020-7
Contemporary gay romance
available at http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/WhatYouDontConfess.html
This title is also available as part of the Stepping Out PAX available athttp://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/AP_SteppingOut.html
KC Kendricks
Visit my website at: http://www.kckendricks.com
Follow me on Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/kckendricks
Join my mailing list at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/betweenthekeys
Read my personal blog: http://www.kckendricks.blogspot.com
Find me on facebook - KC with the little butterfly
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A to Z Blogging Challenge
Day 23 - W
What You Don't Confess
Contemporary gay romance
available at http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/WhatYouDontConfess.html
Bright and beautiful, Cassidy Barlow is one of Marionville's new breed of movers and shakers. Outspoken on political and social issues, Cass draws a lot of media attention, and knows how to us it. Out and proud, Cass makes no apologies for who he is, or who he wants – and he wants Dylan Donoghy. The only thing is, from where Cass stands, Dylan seems to be involved with two different men.
Coming out. The most difficult phrase in Dylan Donoghy's vocabulary. Handsome, successful, wealthy, he's made it this far in life with only his closest friends knowing he's gay. Dylan has a good reason for that to change – his deepening attraction to Cassidy Barlow. It doesn't come easy, but Dylan takes a few first steps out of the closet. It's his only choice if he wants to be with Cass, even though he knows Cass has some secrets of his own.
Every man has a private past, and an unwritten future. What he won't confess stands between the two.
EXCERPT
"You do know those four watchdogs of yours were there the entire evening, don't you?"
I nodded. "They like to keep an eye on me. Obviously, it didn't discourage you at all."
His hand gripped my shoulders again. His amber gaze drilled into mine. "Just so I don't step in it, Dylan, how many of them have you slept with? And don't lie to me."
I fought back against of wave of anger. How dare he imply I'd not tell him the truth? Being astute, he knew he'd pissed me off. I saw the apology in his eyes as he touched his fingertips to my lips.
"That didn't come out right, Dylan."
" Apology accepted. Before today, I might have told you it was none of your business, but now I think you should know. We're no longer intimate, but I have a very close, special relationship with both Travis and Tyler. I'm very happy for them that they both found a partner."
"That's what I figured out Friday night when they spent all that time running in and out of an area marked 'private'. Especially Templeton."
"Don't test me too often, Cass. I don't like it." I spoke sharper than intended, but he needed to know my boundaries. "There's a lot of space between your age and mine. Be careful not to judge until you get to where I am."
Those restless hands of his skimmed along my sides. "I'm not being judgmental, I swear. I just needed to know what the dynamics are between you and them so I don't put both feet in my mouth."
"Okay. I get it. And for what it's worth, all four of them, especially Travis, are rooting for you."
"Really? He's in my corner, is he?" Cass tucked his fingers under my belt and tugged. I levered my weight off the door and stepped past him, capturing his hand to pull him into the casual space I used for informal gatherings.
"He's using tough love on me when it comes to you, so don't be shocked, or surprised, at his little quips. Have a seat."
Cass eased down on the love seat and patted the spot beside him. I ignored him, and went to the bar. "What would you like to drink?"
"Ginger ale?"
I nodded and poured two, handing his to him with an apology it didn't come in a brandy snifter as I settled in beside him. I stopped him when he moved to put his arm around me.
"You're killing me here, Dylan."
"No, I'm not." I sipped my drink. "Cass, I don't want to make a misstep with you. I know what you want tonight, but what do you want next week? Or next month? Christ, what do I want next week?"
He leaned back and watched me with those amber eyes. His cool, even regard gave little indication of his thoughts. Cass downed his drink in three fast swallows, then swirled the ice around in the bottom of the empty glass.
"Do you always think everything to death, Dylan?"
"It's a hazard one encounters in middle age."
"I'm not some mistake you'll regret when you're ninety."
I laid my hand on his thigh. The heat of his skin penetrated his jeans, and snaked up my arm. "You're right, you know. I won't regret meeting you, whether dinner is all we share, or we become friends, or if we become lovers."
"Or? If? I don't appreciate being jerked around."
"Well, poor little you that I haven't figured this out yet."
Cass's mouth dropped open, then snapped closed. He stared at me, blinked, and stared again. I reveled in private glee that I'd seen him speechless twice in one day, but that amusement was strongly tempered by the knowledge I had him too far off balance. I squeezed his knee.
"Look, Cass. I'm not jerking you around. Getting involved with someone isn't easy for me. I've never been someone who gets a hard-on for a guy and loses my mind until I fuck him. I have to think things through, and consider the impact it may have on my life."
He shook his head. "Babe, you've got to start living in the moment, and stop living in fear." Cass set his empty glass down on the end table and stood. With angry, disappointed eyes, he met my gaze. A muscle moved in his clenched jaw.
My heart beat painfully. I knew what he was going to say...
WHAT YOU DON'T CONFESS
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-020-7
Contemporary gay romance
available at http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/WhatYouDontConfess.html
This title is also available as part of the Stepping Out PAX available athttp://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/AP_SteppingOut.html
KC Kendricks
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April 26, 2011
Vino & Violets
April 26, 2011
A to Z Blogging Challenge
Day 22 - V
We're in the home stretch of the A to Z Blogging Challenge month. The days have has flown past. Presenting a blog every day has not been a chore, although I would never say there have not been a few challenging moments. It's taken a great deal of time - enjoyable time - and that's fine. As we near the finish line, I'm pleased I will cross it.
I'm not sure what made me think of Vino and Violets for today. Perhaps a more logical choice would have been to promo the Victory series, but out of memory came the following poem. I'm sure my tenth grade English teacher would be surprised if I could tell her the six weeks of poetry she shoved at us weren't entirely wasted.
Reading the poem again led straight to The Days of Wine and Roses, so I've included those lyrics as well.
I'll leave you to your own interpretation of the poem. Like art in the eye of the beholder, what it means to you is the important thing.
"Vitae Summa Brevis"
They are not long,
the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no
portion in us after
We pass the gate.
They are not long,
the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while,
then closes Within a dream.
–Ernest Dowson (1867-1900)
* * * *
The Days of Wine and Roses
The days of wine and roses laugh
and run away like a child at play
Through a meadow land
toward a closing door
A door marked "nevermore"
that wasn't there before
The lonely night discloses
just a passing breeze filled with memories
Of the golden smile that introduced me to
The days of wine and roses and you
The lonely night discloses just
a passing breeze filled with memories
Of the golden smile that introduced me to
The days of wine and roses and you.
_Johnny Mercer
KC Kendricks
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A to Z Blogging Challenge
Day 22 - V
We're in the home stretch of the A to Z Blogging Challenge month. The days have has flown past. Presenting a blog every day has not been a chore, although I would never say there have not been a few challenging moments. It's taken a great deal of time - enjoyable time - and that's fine. As we near the finish line, I'm pleased I will cross it.
I'm not sure what made me think of Vino and Violets for today. Perhaps a more logical choice would have been to promo the Victory series, but out of memory came the following poem. I'm sure my tenth grade English teacher would be surprised if I could tell her the six weeks of poetry she shoved at us weren't entirely wasted.
Reading the poem again led straight to The Days of Wine and Roses, so I've included those lyrics as well.
I'll leave you to your own interpretation of the poem. Like art in the eye of the beholder, what it means to you is the important thing.
"Vitae Summa Brevis"
They are not long,
the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no
portion in us after
We pass the gate.
They are not long,
the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while,
then closes Within a dream.
–Ernest Dowson (1867-1900)
* * * *
The Days of Wine and Roses
The days of wine and roses laugh
and run away like a child at play
Through a meadow land
toward a closing door
A door marked "nevermore"
that wasn't there before
The lonely night discloses
just a passing breeze filled with memories
Of the golden smile that introduced me to
The days of wine and roses and you
The lonely night discloses just
a passing breeze filled with memories
Of the golden smile that introduced me to
The days of wine and roses and you.
_Johnny Mercer
KC Kendricks
Visit my website at: http://www.kckendricks.com
Follow me on Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/kckendricks
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April 25, 2011
The Undiscovered Country
April 25, 2011
A to Z Blogging Challenge
Day 21 - U
"I offer a toast: the undiscovered country – the future." - the future (and late) Chancellor Gorkon of the Klingon Empire
* * *
Marty McFly: What about all that talk about screwing up future events? The space-time continuum?Dr. Emmett Brown:Well, I figured, what the hell! – Back to the Future* * *
"Just because something is unknown does not necessarily mean it needs to be feared." - Teyla Emmagan, Stargate Atlantis
* * *
"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
* * *
"And so it begins." - Kosh, Babylon 5
* * *
"Always in motion is the future." – Yoda
* * *
Marty McFly: Hey, Doc! Where you goin' now? Back to the future?
Doc: Nope. Already been there. - Back to the Future III
***
"I look to the future because that's where I'm going to spend the rest of my life" - George Burns***
KC Kendricks
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April 24, 2011
Happy Easter
To all who celebrate the mystery and joy Easter - He is Risen!
And yes, KC is on her computer instead of being among the faithful at her house of worship. It gets too crowded on Easter morning and someone I haven't seen in a year is always in my favorite seat. :) Besides, I'm cooking for a hungry hoarde due to arrive in a mere three hours and thirty minutes. Who wants to peel the potatoes? Vacuum the living room floor? Glaze the ham? Sweep the walk after last night's storm? Can I get a little help here?
I didn't set out to blog about all that. No, it's my horror-scope again. If it seems strange that I celebrate Easter and also read my horoscope - hey, life is full of contridictions so move along and get over it. Anyway, Mercury is just out of retrograde and I get this for today:
Your intellectual energy is pulsing today, and you should find that it's easier than ever to tackle big issues with ease. In fact, your good ideas come so quickly that you should write them down!
The universe has too much fun at my expense. Excuse me. Did you not just hear me say I have to cook? Who has time for good ideas when one is glazing a ham and making biscuits? Oh well, I can always write them in butter.
And yes, KC is on her computer instead of being among the faithful at her house of worship. It gets too crowded on Easter morning and someone I haven't seen in a year is always in my favorite seat. :) Besides, I'm cooking for a hungry hoarde due to arrive in a mere three hours and thirty minutes. Who wants to peel the potatoes? Vacuum the living room floor? Glaze the ham? Sweep the walk after last night's storm? Can I get a little help here?
I didn't set out to blog about all that. No, it's my horror-scope again. If it seems strange that I celebrate Easter and also read my horoscope - hey, life is full of contridictions so move along and get over it. Anyway, Mercury is just out of retrograde and I get this for today:
Your intellectual energy is pulsing today, and you should find that it's easier than ever to tackle big issues with ease. In fact, your good ideas come so quickly that you should write them down!
The universe has too much fun at my expense. Excuse me. Did you not just hear me say I have to cook? Who has time for good ideas when one is glazing a ham and making biscuits? Oh well, I can always write them in butter.
