Thursday, November 27, 2014

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

First snow of the season - it's cold in a lot of new places

November 26, 2014

The day before Thanksgiving is not a day my corner of the world gets snow. Yet this year, we've been gifted with the white stuff. Being the day before the holiday, I'd planned to close the office at noon to avoid any problems on the road due to traffic. With the snow falling, I sent everyone home at eleven o'clock and quickly followed them out the door. 

Now, I can admit here at Between the Keys I had some ulterior motives in leaving even earlier than planned. The edits came in for Ace, Deuce, Trey and the editor was a little passive-aggressive in spots. By that I mean she wanted the edit back as quickly as possible then did her level best to send me off on several irrelevant tangents. 

Does the reader really want a technical explanation of the workings of our private investigators's sidearm? Talk about impeding the flow of the story. It's sufficient to know our PI knows how to safely handle all his weapons. Pun intended.

Does the reader really want a dissertation on how a home security system works? Seriously? What value would it add to the story? Go Google if you require paragraph after paragraph of information. That's what a jewel thief would do. What romance reader really enjoys it when the action is pulled off the primary character(s)? 

On a happier note, my beloved decided that a snow day was a good day for chili. He loaded the Crock-Pot with burger, chipolte tomatoes, kidney beans, black beans, and some seasonings I wasn't made privy to before they were added. I think he's been reading recipe websites again. 

My contribution to the meal will be opening a box of cornbread mix and getting the prepared batter in the oven. 

I think chili and cornbread will be a perfect supper for a snowy day. 


Saturday, November 22, 2014

The Calm Before the Storm

November 22, 2014

As I begin this entry, it's 6:08 AM and quiet. Well, if you can ignore my old dog's dreaming, that is. His feet are making little rustling noises on the rug as he runs fast and free, something he can no longer do when awake. 

Come Thursday, which is Thanksgiving here in the States, the mad rush to 2015 begins. Come Thursday, the world seems to shift on its axis as people descend into seasonal madness. I'll add my fair share of lunatic energy into the universe, have no fear. But first I want to enjoy the blissful calm before the storm. 

For many, many years I worked with the most hateful, spiteful, jealous little man you can imagine. Part of his problem was that he wasn't actually my boss and he bitterly resented my successes within the company. He had to do his job before I could do mine. He gave me information and I compiled and reported it in various ways. Sounds simple, doesn't it? It should have been. Do the work on Monday and Tuesday and coast for the rest of the week. It IS simple enough but the man lacked proper focus so I spent years scrambling to complete reports, etc. What he really focused on was being an ass. THAT he was good at.

Praise God and a good pension plan he's gone from my work week.  

These days I'm dealing with a young blood. As a Baby Boomer I'm reading all I can about Millennials. This guy never puts his laptop down. He's connected. But let's put aside the fact he turns white if the wi-fi goes down....

This youngster knows how to work. With the days relentlessly marching toward Thanksgiving, I mentioned we could actually double down on a few things and coast through the short week and he seized upon the idea. He stormed his job like Grant took Richmond and the due conclusion of this part of the story is that next week will be a breeze. The work is done. I'm closing the office at noon on Wednesday.

So here I am early on the Saturday before Turkey Day. No headache. No pain in my stomach or ulcers in my mouth from stomach acid. No weight sitting on my chest making it difficult to breathe. It's the weekend before the start of the holiday season and I'm actually looking forward to enjoying the days off. 

Maybe I've finally reached the place in my life when it's not the calm BEFORE the storm. Maybe this time in my life will prove to be the calm AFTER the storm. That would be nice. 


Monday, November 17, 2014


November 17, 2014

It happened forty-four years ago today. 


Recorded live at A&R Recording Studios, New York, NY, on November 17, 1970 for a live radio broadcast on WABC-FM.

Bootlegged at least a million times. 

No one has laid down the soundtrack to my life the way Elton has. I don't have one of those bootlegs but I do have the album on vinyl. And you know what? It still sounds great. 

My favorite track? 

"Take Me To The Pilot"

If you feel that it's real I'm on trial
And I'm here in your prison
Like a coin in your mint
I am dented and I'm spent with high treason

Through a glass eye your throne
Is the one danger zone
Take me to the pilot for control
Take me to the pilot of your soul

Take me to the pilot
Lead me through the chamber
Take me to the pilot
I am but a stranger

Take me to the pilot
Lead me through the chamber
Take me to the pilot
I am but a stranger

Well I know he's not old
And I'm told he's a virgin
For he may be she
But what I'm told is never for certain

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Desert Snow - KC Kendricks -

November 15, 2014

Welcome to Saturday and the My Sexy Saturday Blog Hop! With the weather here on the east coast turning the corner towards winter, I'm thinking about warmer climes. 

Here are seven sexy paragraphs from Desert Snow for today's My Sexy Saturday. Was I really thinking about snow? Nope. I was thinking the white party and all the guys dressed in white, each unique as snowflakes. (It made really good sense a the time!) Enjoy!

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Annoyance surged through me and crystallized how I felt about having some fun with Haydn. I gave him a nudge to move him sideways so we could bypass the line. 

“Sorry, big fella. This one is all mine tonight.” 

Haydn froze and shot me a surprised look. “Really?” 

“Yeah. Really. C’mon. Start walking.” I slipped my arm around his waist to propel him forward. He balked. 

“Wait a sec.” He fished around in his pocket and pulled out the wad of slips with names and numbers on it. With the mangled mess came a crumpled dollar bill. Haydn handed the entire fistful of paper to the guy in line. “You can have these. Keep the change.” 

There was general laughter from those paying attention to our conversation as the guy grabbed Haydn and planted a sloppy kiss on his lips. I grinned and clapped with everyone else, but I’d just as soon yanked Haydn out of the guy’s clutches, then smacked the dude for trying to jump my claim. 

Fun. It was all in fun. Every man here was at the White Party—heavy on the party.

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Desert Snow - available now at Amber Allure.
For more information and to read an excerpt, please visit

KC Kendricks

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Cover reveal time for Ace, Deuce, Trey by KC Kendricks

November 13, 2014

Coming in December 2014 - Ace, Deuce, Trey. 
The third installment in Ian Coulter's Amethyst Cove series. 

Love, love, love the colors! 

More info at my website at .

Ian Coulter is juggling his relationship with his lover Rick, a new assistant, a movie star client, and a drag queen with a mission, but when a con man messes with a friend, Ian's on the case. 

Saturday, November 8, 2014


November 8, 2014

This date marks the anniversary of my father's death. I've written about this day before. If you've lost a beloved parent you recognize your life is suddenly divided in two - the before and the after. I've lived longer in the after than the before and, for me, the time before is marked by halcyon days. 

I don't remember who took this old snapshot of us at the wedding of one of my cousins. I was a bridesmaid, which pleased me greatly. My mother made all the bridesmaid dresses, too. Dad wasn't big on having his picture taken but he did it for me. How could we know in a few short years he'd be gone? 

Had he survived the cancer, Dad would be 85 this year. I can't begin to picture what he might look like. For me he is forever young, frozen in the few precious snapshots I have of him. He left me a legacy of love and lessons of what makes a real man, all freely given. He helped shape the person I am today and I'm proud to be part of his legacy.  

KC Kendricks

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Autumn breaks

November 1, 2014

It's hard to image it being the first of November already. I find the wisdom of my elders to be painfully true. The older I get the faster the days go by. It seems like only a blink of the eye since the biting cold of last January. But it is November and lovely autumn's days have reached the breaking point. It's a quick slide into winter from here. 

There's an old song by Al Stewart with a line that sticks in my mind about "in a country where they turn back time." Tonight most of us in the States set our clocks back an hour. Do we really gain anything? Of course not. The length of each day is unchanged. 

Now it will be dark when I leave home in the morning and dark when I arrive back home. I do not see this as advantageous when it will trap me inside except for an all too brief lunch break. Retirement, anyone? 

My countdown clock now sits at 1,580 days. Aren't those little phone apps fun?! Will the date ever move forward? I hope so. I'm diligently saving my pennies in anticipation of becoming a full-time writer and the lady of my "manor."  At the same time I'm leaving myself open to all possibilities. Maybe just being able to leave the workforce when I choose is what I'm really looking forward to. That day will be a game changer in so many ways.  But I digress...

This morning we (the spousal unit and myself) hopped in the pickup and took an accumulated load of scrap metal to the scrapper. I'm happy to have the "crap" removed from the darkest corner of the shed and I'm sure those family members who took advantage of the opportunity to toss a few things in on the load were happy not to have to deal with it themselves. We decided to take the scenic route to our destination and it's obvious that in just a few days the trees will be bare. I used to mourn the passing of autumn but I've learned even bleak winter holds beauty. 

And so enough musing for today. I have a few chores to finish, a chapter to finish writing, and a bottle of wine chilling. Long about dark we're taking our glasses to the den and spending an hour or so enjoying the warmth of a fire in the wood stove. We'll call it practice for the colder evenings ahead. They will surely come.


Monday, October 27, 2014

Bad kitty!

October 27, 2014

I do like cats. They're fascinating creatures. A cat sleeping in a sunny window is somehow pleasing to the eye and spirit. But there's another side to felis catus we need to remember. 

It says sooooooo much.


Saturday, October 25, 2014

Deuce of Diamonds (An Amethyst Cove novel) #MSS65

October 25, 2014

This is NOT any recipe I'm going try!

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and howlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

Welcome to the My Sexy Saturday before All Hallow's Eve. I enjoyed Halloween when I was younger. It was fun to dress up and run amok in the neighborhood. Here I am, all grown up, and while I appreciate the creativity of my neighbor's displays, I feel no urge to join them in decorating. 

This week My Sexy Saturday is all about things that go bump in the night. Hmmmm. My favorite bump in the night is when two hot bodies go bump and the resulting screams are orgasmic. So special for My Sexy Saturday and that bump in the night, here's seven sexy paragraphs from Deuce of Diamonds, book two in the Ian Coulter's Amethyst Cove series.  Enjoy!
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“Show me now.” He fisted his hands at my waist, yanked my shirt over my head, and tossed it aside. I shucked the robe off his shoulders and a moment later, his stiff dick filled my hand. I dropped to my knees and took it in my mouth before I even stroked its velvety skin. I remembered his scent, his taste, and it was like coming home.

Rick thrust his hips forward as his fingers fisted in my hair when I swiped my tongue around the rim of his cock. I caressed the back of his pelted thighs and cupped his ass to keep him still so I could work, not stopping until his body gave up the first salty drop. I released him and got to my feet, pushing him backward to the bed. His knees collided with the edge of the mattress and he tumbled to his back. I stripped my jeans off and kicked them aside.

I straddled his hips as the last rays of the sun lit his green eyes and made them glow from within. His roaming hands sent goosebumps skittering over my ass as they skimmed the inside of my thighs. I must have had an odd look on my face because he questioned me.

“What now, Ian?”

I wanted to tell him so many things, but after we made love would be better. I’d have more blood in my brain then, and so would he. I trailed the tip of my index finger along his beautiful, rosy red, eight-inch rod and watched it move slightly under my light touch.

“When we met, my first thought was how I’d like to give your pretty eyes a long look at my bedroom ceiling, and hey, here we are.”

He laughed as he rose up and grabbed me. We rolled to the center of the bed, safe from an unexpected encounter with the floor. Chests pressed, legs entwined, we held each other for a restless moment. I was eager to sink into him, to finally claim him as mine. 
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Deuce of Diamonds is available at the Amber Allure imprint of Amber Quill Press.

About Deuce of Diamonds:

Private investigator Ian Coulter has a knack for finding trouble even when he’s minding his own business. Ian’s in the midst of a routine weekly job for movie star client Saylor Blackwood when the man confides he thinks he has a fan turned stalker. Ian stays close to Saylor to observe the people around him and gets an unwelcome shock when FBI agent Rick Mohr contacts him.

Rick Mohr has a problem. Ian’s name just popped up on an FBI watch list. Rick knows it’s guilt by association where Ian is concerned, but what about Blackwood? Rick won’t allow Ian to get dragged into the mix when he’s not involved. For Ian he’ll break whatever confidentiality rule necessary. 

It doesn’t take long for Ian and Rick to join forces to clear Ian’s name and get to the bottom of out what’s going on in Amethyst Cove. On or off the case, together is how they work best.

KC Kendricks

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Big sale. BIG. SALE.

October 21, 2014

Big sale. October 21-28, 2014.

I just got an email from the head guru at Amber Allure that my number has come up in the weekly sales events Amber Quill Press is currently running. It works for me!

Now is your chance to get my entire ebook backlist at a total of 50% off if you purchase at the Amber Allure website. And that's ONLY at the Amber Allure site. 

This sale is only on digital downloads. That's a total discount of 50% off each KC Kendricks book. 

Go have fun!

You can check out the entire list at or at .

Two caveats - this sale does NOT include my new book co-authored with Christiane France. Gotta be fair to Chris, you know. This sales does NOT include any of the paperbacks.

Now seriously. You only have between October 21 and 28, 2014 to get an overall 50% discount on my Amber Allure backlist. Go have fun loading your reader! 

KC Kendricks

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Stat curious

October 19, 2014

Being up early this morning you'd think I'd be writing, but not today. I'm avoiding the process and contemplating going back to bed. Sleep would be more productive than looking at my blog stats which tell me...what? 

Aside from the fact that people actually do read my blog - THANK YOU!!! - the stats don't mean a lot to me. I simply find it curious that most of the people hitting my blog use Firefox and Windows. I figure it's a pretty good slice of what the majority of Internet users like. 

Of course, it does nothing to convince me to get my lazy butt in gear and settle down with the work-in-progress and write. 

KC Kendricks

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Double Deuce for MSS Thrillers

October 18, 2014

A little indulgence if you please, before we get to today's My Sexy Saturday. This date marks eight years being cancer-free for my beloved. I think we'll "celebrate" by doing nothing out of the ordinary. To share a normal day together is the real blessing of being a survivor. And now on to My Sexy Saturday! 

Here's seven sexy paragraphs from Double Deuce, the first book in the Ian Coulter's Amethyst Cove series. Look for the latest installment of Ian's story in December. Check out the other half of the Amethyst Cove universe at Christiane France's blog

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I bucked him off, then pinned him beneath me. We froze, and I suddenly understood what it meant to fall into someone’s eyes. He licked his lips.

“I know you don’t trust me, Ian, but I’m not out to cause you any harm.”

“That’s an odd statement for a man who’s flat on his back.” I took his mouth, hard, thrusting my tongue into his heat. His knees rose to grip my ribs as he moaned deep in his throat.

It wasn’t an act. No one was that good. I rocked against him, the ridge of my hard cock riding his in a mock fuck. He found the tail of my shirt and pulled it free of my jeans. His big hands moved across my skin, trailing goose bumps over my back. I kissed his neck, finding the soft skin behind his ear.

“This is going to get out of hand.”

His legs dropped from my sides. His voice was hoarse in my ear. “I don’t care. I need this, Ian. I need this so bad.”

The note of pleading in his voice shot though the last of my reservations. The morning would be soon enough to pursue the riddle of Rick Mohr. Tonight, I would ease the man, calm those restless, begging hands and push back whatever demon had hold of him. I rolled off him.
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Double Deuce is available at Amber Quill/Amber Allure here

For a longer excerpt please visit the author's website at

KC Kendricks

Sunday, October 12, 2014

It's 4.5 Hearts for The Ghost Wore Denim from MM Good Book Reviews

October 12, 2014

Many thanks to reviewer Portia de Moncur for her 4.5 Heart review of The Ghost Wore Denim. I didn't expect to have the book reviewed so quickly, so it was quite a surprise. 

I don't get many reviews these days. I think I've been writing for so long now that I'm known to those reviewers who've been around as long. They've already given me high marks and so move on to authors they don't know. My partner in The Ghost Wore Denim, Christiane France, has noticed the same thing in her career.  

Here's a snippet from the review:

This story was amazing…I love a good romance and when you add in a bit of paranormal…I would recommend reading this story especially if you love two sexy men, a man in uniform, ghost, excitement, adventure and a bit of a mystery. I cannot wait to read more by these two amazing authors. – Portia de Moncur

Read the entire MM Good Book Review here.
A little more about The Ghost Wore Denim, available at Amber Allure here.

Michael Brooks had it all mapped out. The market was ripe for him to flip a few houses to supplement his income as an untenured professor at the local college. His plan took a detour when he found a two-story Colonial perfect for a Bed & Breakfast – with a ghost who wears denim.

Deputy Colin Jefferson is a hometown boy who made good. As a member of the local police force he serves the community he loves. He’s heard stories about the Taylor Mansion ghost all his life. Maybe he’s even seen it a time or two, if he believed in that sort of thing.

And Colin has to believe when the ghost pays a visit and Michael asks for his help.

KC Kendricks

How to Celebrate Anniversaries (or not)

October 12, 2014

Autumn is here. I took a stroll along familiar paths and it's easy to discern the signs that winter will be here early. Many of my neighbors must think so, too. The sound of chainsaws echo off every hillside as they lay-in firewood. We overstocked last year so we aren't adding to the cacophony of buzzing sounds. 

Today marks a few passages in time for me and the family. It's just part of the progression of days to me but some folks get excited about it. I mark it on my calendar, but it's just another day. I think anniversaries meant much more when they were new(er). 

Give me the Hallmark card and let's get on with it. 

A different event in our day happens this afternoon. The youngest of my beloved's grandsons will receive an achievement award and we've been invited to attend the ceremony. This is nothing new being he's the fourth grandson to get this same award, but we will go and applaud his success. 

Personally, I think his real success has been surviving the "lessons" of his older brothers, but I digress...

Read more about our first attendance at one of these events in the "How it's not nice to prank your kids" blog entry. I still think about that day and laugh. 


On the writing front I finally finished Ace, Deuce, Trey, the third installment in the Ian Coulter's Amethyst Cove series. I spent most of the summer tinkering with the story and then decided the old writer's adage was applicable: I wrote the story for me. So it's a long story and the characters act like who I really want them to be. Look for Ace, Deuce, Trey in December 2014. That gives you time to read Double Deuce and then Deuce of Diamonds so you're all caught up on the action. 

I've got two new stand-alone stories underway. Those ideas interfered with completing Ace, Deuce, Trey in a more timely fashion, but that's the life of a writer. New "voices" can be very persistent when they pop up. One of the stories has a March 1, 2015 submission deadline at Amber Quill/Amber Allure so I can take my time, but it's best if I get it finished early. It will be part of a PAX next year. 

The other came about when I realized the title I'd given a blog was a perfect title/idea for a book. So I changed the blog title and banged out the first 3500 words of the story. It's waiting on me to get over this busy weekend and settle down to writing again. The dark winter evenings are good for writing provided one can overcome the urge to hibernate and sleep. 

And so it goes this brisk autumn morning. I think I'll go bake something. It seems like the thing to do to warm up the house. Pumpkin spice cookies, anyone?

KC Kendricks