Friday, March 6, 2015

A Conversation Between Writers - Lightning Strikes

March 6, 2015

Where Brenda and KC whine about being without all their electronic toys and how to protect them.

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This has been a crappy, big ol' pain-in-the-ass, sticky, screwed up week!!!!!!

Monday I went to the rental house to do some cleaning, came home 2 hours later after a brief storm. Apparently the lightning liked I wasn't home. It turned off two breakers and messed with my modem, router, two computers, two televisions and who knows what else (as the big items I use all the time were what I tried to use when I came home). So this week has been all about replacing cords, switching out computers, ordering new router and modem. I didn't have Internet for 24 hours. Then my brother lent me his modem until mine came a day later. Still sitting here waiting for a router to come FedEx. ~ Brenda Williamson


Nasty lightning. That really bites. I've been zapped a time or two and it's just so annoying. We finally gave in and called an electrician to install a whole-house surge protector at the panel box. Cost about $100 and boy don't I wish I'd done it sooner. I spent ten times that replacing crap. I felt sort of stupid when the guy asked why I didn't have one. Duh. Didn't know about them until he told me! ~ KC Kendricks  

KC Kendricks

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Hot August Comes by KC Kendricks - new release

March 1, 2015

Hot August Comes is my first new release of 2015. Hot August Comes is one of those stories where I got the idea and it wouldn't leave me in peace. I needed to finish some other projects, both writing and in my personal life, but the story whispered at me. The only thing to do was drop everything else and write the story. That's the way it is sometimes in the writing life. I hope you'll enjoy Hot August Comes.



available at Amber Allure

Leo Corbin shook the dust of Westfall off his shoes to pursue opportunities among the bright city lights. When his mother suddenly dies, Leo returns home to settle her estate. His grief at her passing quickly turns to shock at what she left behind and rekindles old questions about the identity of his father.

Harrison Wade stuck by his father to help run the family farm. Life for a gay man in Westfall has limitations, but Harrison knows how to make the best of them. When Leo Corbin returns to town, Harrison’s quiet existence tilts. Leo is the guy who put an end to the high school bullying Harrison endured so many years ago. Harrison quickly discovers his old boyhood crush on Leo has matured into an adult attraction.

As the mercury rises, Harrison and Leo’s friendly buddy arrangement heats up. When hot August comes to Westfall, they discover home is more than where a man hangs his hat. It’s where he gives his heart.


Harrison slid off the bench to kneel in front of Leo. He ran his hands up the inside of Leo’s thighs to coax him to spread his knees. Harrison unzipped Leo’s pants and slipped his hand inside the fly to stroke Leo’s cock. Leo stretched and unbuttoned his trousers. He lifted his ass and pushed his pants and briefs down to his ankles. His heavy erection jutted straight at Harrison. He wished he could get a better look, but it was too dark. He fisted Leo’s shaft and slowly stroked.

About eight inches. Cut. Sufficient girth. Harrison judged Leo’s dick to be perfectly proportioned to his body, not that it mattered to him. A guy had what a guy had to work with and that was that. It probably made Leo happy about his endowment, though. Harriosn smiled up at him.

“Nice cock, Leo. Not too big, not too small.”

Leo grinned. “I’ve found it to be just right. It gets the job done.”

“I’ll just bet it does.” Harrison pulled Leo in for another kiss.

Leo’s tongue licked over his as his hand covered Harrison’s and urged his fingers to a different position. Harrison surged upward as Leo pushed him down and back but they both ended up on the ground with Leo on top. Leo flexed his hips against Harrison, which prompted him to end the kiss.

“Not in the dirt, Leo. I don’t think it’s right.”

“It’s fine, Harrison.” Leo claimed his mouth again. Harrison met him in the kiss, teasing and nibbling on Leo’s lips until Leo rolled off him. “You got a better idea?”

“Yeah, city boy. I do. Wait here.” Harrison got to his feet and shoved his hand down the front of his jeans to adjust his rigid dick to a more comfortable position. Leo snickered at him.

“Oh, let me fix that for you.”

“Three minutes and it’s all yours.” Harrison stepped over to his truck and flipped the seat forward. Damn, he hoped this thing still worked. He sensed Leo at his back.

“What the fuck is in the duffel, Harrison?”

“Air mattress.” Harrison tossed the mattress into the bed of the pickup, connected the fitting to the little pump, and plugged the pump into the cigarette lighter. “Press the button on the pump, Leo.”

A hum filled the air. Leo rubbed his ass cheek. “It’s working and I’m getting naked.”

Harrison thought that was a splendid idea. He walked around the pickup and opened the tailgate so he could give the air mattress a good yank to position it. Leo was busy draping his clothes over the side of the truck bed so Harrison hurried to catch up. The pump cut off and he closed the valve and disconnected the pump. Leo was already flat on his back on the mattress staring at the stars. In the dim light his dick looked dark against his paler abdomen.

Naked, Harrison hopped onto the tailgate and crawled up beside Leo. He rocked back on his knees and fondled his balls to ease the tightness.

“Now, where were we?”
Leo lifted his hand with his fingers curled, and made a rapid stroking motion. “Hand job, I think. Simple stuff.”

Harrison had hoped for a blowjob but trading hands was likely the better idea. And he could still get a quick taste of the man. He curled over Leo and licked his cock from tip to base. Leo moaned and said a breathy “yes,” but Harrison stretched out beside him.

He almost didn’t want to kiss Leo again and get zapped by the weird electricity that arced between them when their lips touched. What the hell was that, anyway? Pheromones? Harrison shivered.

He’d read about those and they could trick a man. He wasn’t about to fall prey to them. They were both going to get their rocks off and move on. Leo would be gone in a few days. End of story. Harrison rolled to face Leo and kissed the top of the man’s shoulder. Leo shifted onto his side and wrapped his fingers around Harrison’s hard-on.

Harrison slipped his thigh between Leo’s as Leo rested his knee on Harrison’s hip. He pressed his palm to Leo’s belly and caressed his way down to Leo’s firm sac. In response, Leo leaned in and kissed him.

Harrison forgot to breathe for a moment. They inched closer, chest-to-chest, leaving just enough room to maintain a good rhythm on each other. What they did to each other was simple and familiar but more exciting being done by another hand.

available at Amber Allure

KC Kendricks

Friday, February 27, 2015

A Conversation Between Writers - Do we really want gasoline?

February 27, 2015

Wherein KC and Brenda whine about buying gasoline. We need to write more so we can afford cars that are not ten years old. 


KC Kendricks:

I'm about whipped and it's not even 9 AM. I stopped and filled up the gas tank - $52, then stopped at the ATM so I'd have some cash on me for those little necessities of life like groceries. $152 and I hadn't even hit the city limits. Jeez.

For once, I don't have much to do today. I'm here alone - again - and I plan to be a very bad girl. I have several stories started and it struck me last night that one of them is seriously off track right from the beginning of chapter 2. I'm going to fix that since I have all this peace and quiet around me.


Brenda Williamson:

I have a gas guzzler, but it has a big tank, so I don't have to fill up often. It doesn't matter the price of gas, I still cringe. Money always seems to drain from my account so quickly...worse, I don't even have to leave town for it to happen. The miracle of the internet.

Being bad is good--productive. I always need to fix stuff. 

Sunday, February 22, 2015

The Drones are Coming

February 22, 2015

One of the last things I would have thought I had to worry is a drone flying over my house. I live pretty far out of town, after all. We're just a happy little family, one generation removed from a moonshiner, living on the mountain. (Seriously- my grandfather made Apple Jack, a fact I think is pretty funny.)

Imagine my surprise when I spotted a little black drone flying about our enclave. Something is rotten in western Maryland. 

Well..... It shakes out it's one of the younger generation turned spy. This boy built the drone himself and now he's testing it. My question is, after what the fuck? - WHY? If the lad is bored with life, I have a lot of chores for him. 

Come next summer he'd best not fly that thing over my little dipping pool because I've been known to dip nekkid after dark. Now I'll have to take the shotgun with me. It'll be the last video his little drone takes. 

Because no one on Facebook gets to see me nekkid. 



Friday, February 20, 2015

A Conversation Between Writers - Diet is Die with a T

February 20, 2015

Brenda and I seem to obsess about dieting. Maybe if we lived closer (she's in Alabama and I'm in Maryland) we'd be a better influence on each other. 


Brenda Williamson:

Made out my grocery list for dieting again. If only I'd lose as many pounds as I do diets.  Decided this time to do a successful one- The South Beach Diet. Well, its successful if I stick to it! Actually most diets are successful, I’m the one that's the problem. No one has come out with the all you can eat mashed potato, mac &cheese, or cake diet. I like South Beach because all I have to do is follow their prepared menu every day. But first I have to throw out everything in the kitchen and restock with all the right foods.


KC Kendricks

Diet is DIE with a T. I wish I could stick to one, any of them. My problem is I must eat to survive and I've no clue as to how little it takes to survive. Plus, I stress eat over work. I need to not give a crap about what goes on there and concentrate on happy thoughts.

+ + + + 

Thankfully on my end, this conversation took place before the former CEO retired. Life is much better now. Read more here.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Seducing Light by KC Kendricks - #MSS79

February 14, 2015

Happy Valentine's Day and welcome to My Sexy Saturday #79! I wish you all a very romantic day no matter how you choose to celebrate it. We've no plans to go out but there is a bottle of wine reserved for a cozy evening on the sofa watching a to-be-decided movie. 

Seducing Light is one of those stories that wrote itself. The words flowed onto the screen. The cover guru at Amber Allure gave it such a gorgeous cover - imagine my surprise with MySpace (of all places) banned it! Seriously. I don't "do" that form of social media any longer. 

Without more rambling, here are seven sexy paragraphs from Seducing Light. 


Nick grabbed my belt loops and pulled me to him. “Maybe after Aries Rising wraps, we can take in some sun.”

My spirit soared at his easy words. I hoped he meant it, that he could see us together in the future. 
Damn, but seducing Nick Light into a relationship was going to drive me crazy…or give me better control at keeping my mouth closed than I ever had before in my life. I slipped my arms around his waist. “You want a drink?”

He shook his head. “Maybe after we make love.”

Maybe my self-control needed more work because the question fell out of my mouth before I thought about it. “Is that what I am to you? Making love?”

Nick took a deep breath and swallowed. My heart stopped at the naked look he gave me, all barriers dropped, allowing me to glimpse his uncertainty over the course he was on.

“Yeah, Asher. I think you are."

“I’m glad, Nick, because that’s how it feels to me.” I pulled his lips to mine.

SEDUCING LIGHT is available at Amber Allure. 

About Seducing Light:

Asher Myles struggled to put his life back together after an identity thief striped him of everything but his talent for capturing light and shadow with a camera lens. With a new job and a new start, Asher’s on his way to Montana—and a meeting with the man he’s fantasized about since he first saw him on the silver screen.

Nick Light, actor, director, and Hollywood royalty, doesn’t like paparazzi. When he agrees to have his Montana ranch photographed for a style magazine, the unexpected happens—he falls for the man with the camera. Nick’s secret comes out when he realizes Asher is also gay.

If there’s one thing Nick can’t resist, it’s a man with a talent for seducing light.

KC Kendricks

Friday, February 13, 2015

A Conversation Between Writers - Dieting

February 13, 2015

Ever wonder what writers chat about? It's not always about the books. I have a long email conversation going back for years with my friend and colleague Brenda Williamson. We thought we'd share some of it with in an ongoing series we call A Conversation Between Writers.


Seems like forever since we last swapped emails. The word "BUSY" is too tame for what my life is.
I've taken on a time-consuming chore of dieting. I didn't believe it was possible to lose as much as 1-2 lbs a week, but I started and I have now lost 13 lbs, in 10 days!
Any way, because I'm so experienced with what I can and cannot eat on the diet, it’s not too bad coming up with meals. I’m happy with the results so far. Just dreading that plateau.
Since I don't have any books coming out, I don't have promo stuff to worry so much about, so I quit a few group blogs. I didn’t have much to say and they didn’t get a lot of traffic.
Well I'm off to go get another couple hundred words written on one of my WIPs.
What's new with you?

          KC Kendricks:

          I'm jealous - 13 pounds in 10 days! The weather took a turn for the worse. I’d like to start back walking. That will help me. I swear walking is like a magic bullet for me. When I walk, every day, and keep an eye on calories, I lose. I don't have any plans to go back to Weight Watchers any time soon. I no sooner got all the point values firmly in mind and they changed the program. Pi$$ed me off.
          Busy has been my watchword, too. I’ve been working on my genealogy. The search has been fun, but I'm ready to step back for a bit. It gave me something good to switch on and off with writing, but I have to get my current WIP finished. I've only worked on it in fits and spurts while I completed other stories. Time to get serious about it.

          Saturday there is a “party” online. I'm going to pop in and out and post a few excerpts. Naturally, it's also the day I planned to take a trip to Baltimore and play around.
         Time to get back to the wip. Great to hear from you. There are echoes in my office :)

Tuesday, February 10, 2015


February 10, 2015

Don't ask me why. 

Some people smoke, or drink, or party. Some people buy shoes, or coats, or handbags. Me? I buy jewelry. I like bling. So I got some new bling. 

It's not like it's a real diamond. I call it trash with flash but I've had several pieces from this line and it holds up pretty well under the abuse I give it. My honey laughed at me but I don't care. I like to glance down at my keyboard from time-to-time and see bling. So snicker away, old boy. 

Anything that sparkles as I write is a Good Thing in my world. 


Saturday, February 7, 2015

New River Gorge Bridge

February 7, 2015

Today would have been my grandfather's 105th birthday. In his honor we had a sip of Blackberry Brandy, a daily shot of which Pop credited with keeping him healthy. He was 95 when he passed and trust me - he only went because he wanted to go. He told us on his birthday he was ready to check out and he died on March 7, four weeks to the day. 

My grandparents loved to travel the byways of Appalachia. I've long wanted to go through the Great Smokey Mountains and see the vistas they described and perhaps even visit the Cherokee Indian Reservation as they did. A lot of years have passed since their trips and one place thing they never got to see is the New River Gorge Bridge.  I don't know who took that photo but WOW. Thank you whoever you are. It's gorgeous. 

I confess. This bridge fascinates me. It's three-quarters of a mile long and almost 900 feet above the river. Why the hell I want to drive across it is beyond my reckoning, but I want to do it. And I'm going to do it this year. My honey and I spent part of the day planning a weekend away to go see the bridge. Yea!

I'm not sure of the date yet, but it won't be until all chance of icy bridge conditions are past. I might be crazy to want to drive across a road 900 feet in the air, but I'm not totally nuts. 


Friday, February 6, 2015

A Conversation Between Writers - Snow!

February 6, 2015

Wherein Brenda and KC discuss the non-blizzard of January...

Once again the lads on the Weather Channel missed us by a country mile. Our 4-6 inches was barely 1. Men can't measure. 
Himself parked the tractor with the snow blower on the patio to be ready and it was a wasted effort. Now I wonder how long the thing will sit there before he moves it back to its little shed. 
Do you have time to go over a manuscript for me? It's a little piece about the Big Misunderstanding and finding the one who got away and getting him back. ~ KC Kendricks


I never trust the weather people. I have found that the ACCU Weather app I put on my phone is fairly accurate.
I'll be out all day/ most night tomorrow. I can read it Monday if that's soon enough.
Every day I try to write on my story, but the last two, things just got in the way.
I wish we'd get some snow with the cold. ~ Brenda Williamson

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Give Me One Night for My Sexy Saturday

January 31, 2015

Can you believe we're a month into the New Year? Is that scary or amazing? Maybe it's a bit of both. For My Sexy Saturday #77, here are seven sexy paragraphs from the best seller Give Me One Night. Enjoy!


“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.”

Quick as lightning, something I’d become acquainted with this evening, Blue Eyes whirled and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. His mouth came down on mine, hard, demanding. Hot. White heat coursed through me, striking my groin with a hammer-like blow and settling there with burning insistence. I opened my lips to him, allowing him to plunder, while I soared, reveling in the jolts of arousal that threatened to send me over the edge into insanity. My lungs screamed for air and I sucked in a deep breath. His arms tightened.

My turn.

I pushed my tongue past his, delving into the heat of his mouth. He moaned, a deep rumble that started in his chest and vibrated out of him. I thrust my pelvis to his, scoring the reward of knowing he was equally hard.

GIVE ME ONE NIGHT is available at the Amber Allure imprint of Amber Quill Press.

About Give Me One Night

Brody O’Connor joins the revelry of the yearly pub crawl hunting a like-minded man for night of fun and frolic with no strings attached. When a mystery man in an emerald 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 never expected to meet someone like Brody. Now Brody wants to change the rules, and Evan agrees. He’ll give Brody one more night to convince him to stay.

KC Kendricks

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Our online legacy

January 28, 2015

I read an interesting article earlier today about our online legacy. Who will "handle" our online affairs when we pass to the great beyond? Having no biological children of my own, this gave me pause. 

Just who the fuck do I want seeing behind the scenes of my life? Ummmm. No one, that's who. Yet I know these things will need to be handled. 

My computer is a wonderful tool. It's like an extension of my brain. I can't imagine a time in my life when I'll walk away from the keyboard (or other interface) and never look back. Maybe when I'm 103 years old or something. As crazy as it sounds I live in my cyber world equally with the physical world around me. My cyber world is my escape. The thought of someone intruding, even after I'm gone, does not please me. 

Well, I need to get over myself. Somewhere along the line I'm going to get to the stage of life where the things of the world will slip away. Remembering that, being aware of it's approach, is incentive to make some plans now. 

Who will manage my digital legacy? It's something to think about. 

KC Kendricks

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Waiting for snow

January 24, 2015

The weather reports sounded dire. Snow. Sleet. Freezing rain. It was to begin at 4:00 pm on Friday. Then it was 7:00 pm. Then midnight. 

I went to bed without snow. 

Yesterday, my beloved drove the John Deere onto the patio and parked it, this so neither of us would have to trudge about in the snow behind the shed to get it started this morning. We anticipated putting that four-thousand dollar snow blower attachment to good use. After all, the Weather Channel predicted snow. 

It's now 6:45 am Saturday. I'm still waiting for the snow. And daylight to see the snow.

Dear Jim Cantore - I won't be pleased if when the daylight arrives I have no snow. 


Saturday, January 17, 2015

Loving the old dog

January 17, 2015

If we are very, very fortunate old age comes to us all. It should be our reward for living a long and useful life. Many of the older folks I know worry about being a burden to those they love. Old folks - get the hell over yourself. You're not a burden. 

These days I'm dealing with an old dog. He's not a burden, either. We're facing the challenges as they come but it's worth the effort. HE'S worth the effort. The old guy brings me joy every day. 

When he was young, he taught me how to put my shoes in the closet every time I took them off. Bedroom slippers, too. You know that's a good habit to form. He taught me how to make a perfect Frisbee toss and that a little peanut butter on a Meaty Bone is just the thing after a bath. 

We don't go for long walks these days. His poor, arthritic feet can't tolerate much walking. But he'll sometimes prance a bit for a biscuit which reassures me the good days are at least equally as frequent as the bad days. 

I know the day is coming when I'll make that final hard decision for him. And it will be FOR HIM and not for me. If it were for me, I'd never let him go. I'd do whatever necessary to keep him with me, but maybe that wouldn't be fair to him. Dogs are so very courageous and he'd suffer through anything and everything to please me. I can't ask that suffering of him.

I'll get up in the night when he barks and let him out, make sure he gets a baby aspirin, buy special and expensive dog food, haul his black ass to the vet once a month for a doggie pedicure, and vacuum up a copious amount of fur every day. 

I knew when I got my little black puppy with the odd-for-his-breed white toes he'd bring a lot to my life. He certainly has. He's been a constant in my life for thirteen years. 

So here's to the Old Dog. Long may you dream of past glories. 


Saturday, January 10, 2015

It's Ace, Deuce, Trey for the first MSS of 2015

January 10, 2015

Welcome to the first My Sexy Saturday of 2015! It's hard to believe the new year is underway when I have so many 2014 projects I need to complete. But that's the way of writing - every book is finished in its proper time. 

Ace, Deuce, Trey - book three in Ian Coulter's Amethyst Cove series. Ian and Rick are just plain fun to write. They're opposites in many things but that makes them a good team. And of course you know they're sexy together. I hope you enjoy today's seven sexy paragraphs.


“I’m game if—” I stopped and held my index finger up to keep him from speaking. Someone was outside the main door. I heard it open and then bang closed.

Rick reached up on the desk and snatched his Glock, while I made a fruitless attempt to get my pants up and zipped. The voices in the lobby were clearer now. Rick rolled his eyes and laid his weapon aside.

Oh, fuck. And me with my dick still hanging out.

I looked up at Sheldon and Saylor as they stared down at us through my open office door. Sheldon’s eyes were big as saucers. Saylor cackled with glee.

“Well, just look at the two of you!”

Rick flipped his jacket over my lap. “I know you’ve seen it before, Blackwood, but I’ll thank you to turn around while Ian gets decent.”

Decent? I’d let him suck me in my office, on the floor, and he tossed out the word “decent”? I thought it was funny, but refrained from commenting.

About Ace, Deuce, Trey:

Ian Coulter has his hands full with a sexy office assistant, a favorite movie star client and a drag queen determined to save the world one lost runaway at a time. He can juggle all of it because he and his lover, FBI agent Rick Mohr, are finally together.

Rick’s transfer to Amethyst Cove puts him in charge of multiple operations. When one of Ian’s clients is targeted, it doesn’t take long for Ian to suspect the con artist is on an FBI watch list. With their cases overlapping, Ian and Rick are short on time. Together they set a trap and spring it before their suspect escapes.

Doing the job is easy but figuring out the relationship is tougher. Fitting their lives together isn’t without obstacles, but one thing is certain. On or off the case, Ian and Rick always get their man.

ACE, DEUCE, TREY is available now at Amber Allure

KC Kendricks
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