Wednesday, February 19, 2025

Now available! The First of February by KC Kendricks

February 19, 2025

THE FIRST OF FEBRUARY

Jamison Long wasn’t looking for a hook up, much less the man of his dreams. He was looking for a new ride, nothing more. Then Harper Vance walked up and shook his hand, and Jamison was smitten. When Harper’s place of employment shuttered its doors and the owner skipped town without providing severance pay, Jamison seized the opportunity and offered Harper a place to live.

The move is not without consequences. Jamison has an ex determined to undermine his fledging relationship with Harper. The seeds of doubt are planted, leaving Harper unsure if being with Jamison is a good idea. It seems Jamison’s job is the most important thing in his life, just like the ex-boyfriend said.

Jamison fights to prove he’s the man for Harper, but issues arise that Harper can’t overlook. It will take patience and love to prove that their meeting on the first of February was the best thing to happen to both of them. 

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Purchase links are below, after the excerpt. 

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EXCERPT

My line of investigative work made it preferable to drive something two, maybe three, years old. And to my sorrow, it couldn’t be something that stood out from the herd, either. I was looking for a mid-size SUV, white, or silver, which looked like a thousand others zipping around Point Pleasant.

My boss had set me up with a rental and I was making the rounds of the used car lots with an eye on the sky. It looked like it was about to start to snow, and I didn’t like to drive in the white stuff. I eased the car along the line of used SUVs and spotted a pewter-colored Chevy with four-wheel drive. I parked and climbed out to look at the sticker.

“I can make you a good deal on that one.”

I turned to see who’d spoken and looked straight into the most gorgeous brown eyes I’d ever seen. He held his right hand out to me. “I’m Harper Vance, and I’m serious about making you a great deal on this one.”

I shook his hand. “Jamison Long. What’s wrong with it?” There were good deals, and there was my deal. I’d play the game and see which one he’d do.

“Nothing, really. It’s four years old and should have a set of new tires put on it. The mileage is spot on to where it should be for the age of the vehicle. The interior is very clean.”

“Non-smoker?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s a yes. I drove it home last night and didn’t detect a whiff of stale smoke.” He flashed me a smile that showed off his even white teeth and brought two laugh lines to the corners of his eyes. He held up a key fob and unlocked the vehicles. “Take a look.”

I’d already seen what I wanted, and I needed more than a key to unlock it. I asked to drive it knowing full well he’d ride along.

The vehicle met my needs, but I didn’t want to tell him that. I drove a leisurely loop of several blocks while he outlined the features. I wasn’t paying attention to the details. I detected a hint of southern drawl in his voice, and his clear tenor drew me in and held me captive. The first few snowflakes fell, and I decided to head back.

He patted the dash. “This should go well in the snow with new tires. Do you like it?”

I did but I also didn’t want to overpay for it. I didn’t care how sexy he was. I steered the SUV into its slot and switched off the ignition. “Why don’t you buy me a coffee and we can talk about it?”

Harper’s smile was genuine. His interested gaze held no hint of a man looking to make only a financial deal. “I’d love to buy you a cup of coffee. I hope you don’t mind if we take it in my office.”

I didn’t care where we went if it kept him talking longer. I handed the keys back to him. “I don’t mind at all.”

His office was little more than a partitioned cubby and I was acutely aware of how our voices would carry to his co-workers. He had a carafe of coffee, plus creamer and sugar in his office.

“I like to make a pot and bring it in with me. That way it doesn’t get cooked to tar.” His explanation made perfect sense to me, and I accepted a cup with thanks.

“I drink it black.” I set the cup on the corner of his desk to allow it to cool a bit. He fixed his mug with creamer and sugar.

Harper sat and reached for a pen. “Is the car you drove in the car you’re trading?”

I shook my head and told him what had happened. He listened without asking questions until I finished the tale.

“So, what I have is a check from the insurance company.” I didn’t tell him how much it was.

“We can work with that.” He did some quick figuring, wrote a price on a slip of paper, and handed it to me.

It looked surprisingly good to me, but if I said that, we’d do the paperwork, and I’d never see him again.

“Can I think about it and get back to you tomorrow?”

He looked out the window. I followed his gaze to observe the snow getting heavier. “Sure, but I wouldn’t wait too long. The dealership is liquidating, and time is short. Everything is being hauled off the lot at the beginning of next week.”

It was none of my business, but I was nosey. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m trying to get a photography business off the ground. It’s slow going, but my client list is growing. I take good pet pictures.” He laughed and I joined in.

“I’ll tell my sister. She’s bonkers over her mutt. Got a card I can give her?”

He handed me one as an older man stuck his head around the corner. “Hey, Harper. They just announced the buses are canceled due to the snow. You’d better hurry if you don’t want to walk.”

Harper nodded and thanked him for the weather update.

I knew an opening when one was handed to me, and I jumped on it. “If you need a ride home, I can take you. In fact, I’d like to take you to dinner tonight.”

He cleared his throat. “Thank you for the lift home, but going out might not be a good idea. How about I cook for you instead?”

I batted my eyelashes at him. “You just want to sell me a car.”

He met my gaze with a ruttish stare and slowly shook his head. “I want to get to know you better.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me. When can you leave?”

Harper motioned at the showroom. “It looks like everyone is clearing out. With us closing, and the weather, there’s not a lot of incentive to hang out for another half hour.”

We stood and I held his coat for him. He shoved his gloves in his pocket, picked up his carafe, and we walked out together like we did it every day. It felt that right. He didn’t say a word when I opened the car door for him.

I was a bit shocked at how fast and heavy the snow was coming down. It looked like there was about an inch on the ground. I slid behind the wheel and started the engine.

“Was this in the forecast, Harper? I don’t remember.”

“The weather guessers said it was a sixty percent chance of snow, but it is the first of February. It’s our snowy time.”

“True. Do you need to stop for anything?”

“No, but thanks for asking. I live at Bayfront Commons.”

He didn’t need to tell me where that was. Anyone who’d lived in Point Pleasant any length of time knew. It was a mid-century apartment complex that was in its day very upscale but was now developing a reputation as a drug hub. Once we got there, I parked but left the engine running.

“Harper, I’m sorry, but I think I’d better get home. There’s already two inches of snow on the ground and it looks like there is a lot more to come.”

He sighed and nodded. “I think you’re right. I’m sorry, too, because I would have enjoyed cooking for you. Another time?”

I grinned and held my hand out to him. “Absolutely. I’ll hold you to it. How would you feel about giving me your private phone number?”

He squeezed my hand and then let go to get his phone out of his pocket. We exchanged our private numbers, and he shifted in his seat.

“You’d better get going, Jamison. The streets are going to be icy.”

I held my hand out again, and when he wrapped his fingers around mine, I lifted our joined hands and kissed his knuckles under his amused gaze.

“I’ll see you tomorrow about the SUV, okay?”

Harper nodded and made a fast exit from the rental. I watched him hustle down the walkway and disappear inside. Feeling like a schoolboy, I sat in the car and watched for a light to suddenly shine through a window, but it didn’t happen. Driving carefully, I made my way home and settled on a potluck for dinner. It wasn’t a home-cooked meal, but it was frugal. I finished the Kung Po Chicken, the slice of pizza, and the last slice of ham lunchmeat wrapped around a slice of cheese.

Well, hell. I was getting slow. I grabbed my phone and called Harper. He answered immediately.

“I hoped you’d call me, Jamison.”

“I’m happy you answered. Hey, man. How are you getting to work tomorrow? Should I come by and give you a lift?”

I swear I heard him smile.

“I would like that. They’ll have the buses running, but who knows if they’ll be on time.”

“I know. What time should I be there?” I hoped it wasn’t some ungodly hour like six o’clock but if it was, I’d man up and be there on time. He’d offered me dinner. Would he ask me to breakfast instead?

“I don’t have to be there until nine, but if you need to make it earlier, that’s fine. I have the code to get into the building. I’ll be warm and dry.”

I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. “I have a staff meeting at nine, so I’ll get you at eight-thirty. How’s that sound?”

“You know, Jamison. You could stop for donuts and come a little earlier. You know I fix a mean cup of coffee.”

Yes!

“Good idea! I love donuts. Be there at eight?”

“I like the ones with chocolate icing. Don’t disappoint me.”

I laughed. “I never disappoint, Harper. I can bring you references. I’ll try to surprise you, but there will be chocolate iced.”

"Okay, then. Sleep well. Bye.”

“Good night, Harper.”

The connection broke. I clutched the phone to my chest like a teenager, grinning like a fool. Harper liked to flirt. I could work with that, I really could.


The First of February is available at: 

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Monday, February 17, 2025

Now we begin again


February 17, 2025

Having put the finishing touches on The First of February and uploaded the manuscript to the various online vendors, being Amazon and beyond, I now wait for the book to "populate" or publish on those sites. It truly is a waiting game everywhere except Amazon. I will admit Big A gets a book up in a hurry. 

Today is a Monday, and I'm faced with beginning more than a new week. I've finished a story, now what? What's next? Am I ready to tackle the next project? 

In past years I'd have the answers, but having had one of those Life Changing Events, I'm even more introspective than before. Being on my own means looking at choices differently without the support of my late husband. He was a good sounding board. 

As I was writing The First of February, I decided I'd follow through on a semi-frivolous notion of writing a collection of books with a month in the title. I've got six months covered, so today my question is do I make the next book one of that collection? I also have a few completed manuscripts that need some work. Do I work on those to bring the up to snuff? Why can't I do everything at once? Oh, yeah - only twenty-four hours in a day and I have a "manor" to manage. 

I'm going to spend my day looking at those options and seeing what can be completed in the least amount of time. (Time being relative to all things.) It feels like an author-ish thing to do in the middle of February when this author won't work outside in the cold and wind. This current wind event is doing a prune job on small twigs and limbs and there is an abundance of them to pick up out in the yard.  

It's time to fix a cup of tea and get to it. Wherever I end up will be where I'm supposed to be, and I'm fine with that. 

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 KC Kendricks
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Wednesday, February 12, 2025

That did not go as planned!


 February 12, 2025

As stated on Monday, I'm in the homestretch for completing The First of February. I still need to write the cover paragraphs and set up the book page, tasks I'd hoped to have done yesterday. 

Yesterday did not go as planned. <deep sigh>

The forecast was for snow to begin early afternoon, which it did. I decided to make a dash down the mountain and support a few local businesses in the nearest small town. It was going well until I tried to start the Charger to drive home. I pushed the Start button. Nothing. Nada.

My handy dandy code reader said P2122. Google said that code was a sensor misalignment. What. The. Fuck??????

Bottom line - the car wouldn't even crank. I called my cousin and he was Dave-on-the-spot in ten minutes with a portable power pack. He hooked it up and BAM! The car started immediately. He followed me to the automotive shop I deal with and they installed a new battery. 

And here's the real kicker - the old battery was original equipment. The mechanic was impressed. He told me the old battery still had a Chrysler product sticker on it. Now, I knew the battery was old because I'd never put one in the car, but I didn't think it was original. Wow. 

He also said the onboard computer probably kicked out that code to prevent damage to all the electronic gizmos on the car, but he admitted that was just his theory. Bottom line is the car is fine and thanks to my cousin, so am I. 

So to summarize, the day did not go as planned. I got the front and end material added to The First of February and that was it. SO...today I must write the cover paragraphs and get the book page set up. I'll need to go back through recent blogs and add the link, too. 

I can't go play in the snow until I get those two things accomplished. 

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 KC Kendricks
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Monday, February 10, 2025

In the homestretch on The First of February


February 10, 2025

The absolute worst part of being forced to go indie is not writing the story. It's editing. I'm thankful every time I edit a story that I have years and years of experience working with good editors. I learned a lot from them and I apply that knowledge as thoroughly as possible. 

I also use the tried and proven tools a good word processing program offers. I'm not a fan of AI that creates characters, plots, and then writes a story for you, but I will use good old-fashioned spellcheck. I'll also run a grammar check because, you know, commas. Have I ever mentioned I don't really get the comma? Here a comma, there a comma, everywhere a comma comma! But I digress...

I've learned to break down the chore of finishing The First of February manuscript for uploading into several segments to be done over a couple of days. This keeps my brain from getting tired and keeps me focused. If I tried to do it all in one day, my attention span would snap and I'd turn into a squirrel. 

It's going well, I'm happy to report. The plan for tomorrow is to add the front and end material to the manuscript and, keeping my fingers crossed, get the cover paragraphs written. If I accomplish that, I may even get a book page created. If I do, I can upload the completed work by Friday. 

That's the plan. I hope it works out.


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KC Kendricks
My home on the web- Between the Keys: 
http://kckendricks.blogspot.com
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Snips and clips on my YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@KCKendricks
Life through the eyes of my black Lab, Greenbrier Smokey Deuce: deucesday.blogspot.com
My country life at The Hideaway/Holly Tree Manor: hollytreemanor.blogspot.com

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Monday, January 27, 2025

Cover reveal - The First of February


January 27, 2025

I finalized the cover for the work-in-progress! The title, as you can see, is The First of February.  I think the cover came out pretty good, and isn't it a shame I had to add watermarks for the reveal? It's an AI thing.

I know AI will probably snag the cover before it's all said and done, but why make it too easy? 

Anyway, I don't have the cover paragraphs finished, nor do I have a page set up for it. That'll all come in due time. 

Look for The First of February sometime in February. 


KC Kendricks

Saturday, January 25, 2025

Thin Ice and a warming trend

January 25, 2025

A few days ago, January 20th to be exact, marked a year since I knew Ron wasn't going to recover. I don't know how I knew, but I did. Every other time over thirty years when he had a health crisis, I was calm and I knew it would be okay. Last January, it was simply different. Passing this anniversary has affected me more than I care to admit. I've been stalled these past few days. 

I know how important it is to allow yourself to grieve. And I know grief doesn't travel a linear path. It twists and turns and doubles back on itself leaving a person exhausted. 

We've been in the middle of a very cold January. Our creek has frozen over, but not strongly enough I'd test the ice. Today, the temperature has risen above freezing - hallelujah! I went out to start the Charger a little bit ago, fully expecting to find a dead battery, but she fired right up! There is still snow on the house roof, a testament to how well my humble abode is insulated. I'm delighted to see on the weather app that we're beginning a warming trend. 

The current WIP is at the point where I'll wind it up. This is going to be a long book! I've been considering several options, thinking each one through, but I won't know which is the winner until I begin the next chapter. That's a bit of a metaphor for my life. I see several paths before me and I never know which one I'm going to take until I move my feet. 

It's time I move my feet. The passing of time can be gut-wrenching, but it will happen whether we're happy, sad, content, or angry. The first year without Ron is swiftly coming to a close. March 30 will be here in the blink of an eye. I can't change time, but I can change me. I did not expect to still be a work-in-progress at this time in my life. I thought I'd have it figured out by now, but now I suspect I never will. 

Life is sort of like the water in my creek. It might run swiftly, but sometimes it will freeze over and no one can see what lies beneath. When it thaws, we carry on to whatever new revelation it has brought us. And that's enough philosophy for today.  

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KC Kendricks
My home on the web- Between the Keys: 
http://kckendricks.blogspot.com
Visit my bookshelf at: 
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Social media links:
Snips and clips on my YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@KCKendricks
Life through the eyes of my black Lab, Greenbrier Smokey Deuce: deucesday.blogspot.com
My country life at The Hideaway/Holly Tree Manor: hollytreemanor.blogspot.com


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Saturday, January 18, 2025

I should be writing

January 18, 2025

I should be writing. Blogging is writing, but I should be writing a BOOK. The current WIP is in the last stages, but instead of concentrating on that, I'm moping around the house, bemoaning the lack of sunshine and the impending winter storm and the approaching polar vortex. 

I'm not exaggerating. I'm moping. So is Deuce. The sky is dropping an unwelcome wintery mix on us and we can't get outside for longer than it takes for Deuce to do the necessary things a dog does outside. Neither of us like to get rained on when the rain is cold. Summer rain is another matter. 

What am I moping about besides the weather, which I can't change? The weather covers it. That and the fact that mid-January is far too early to start even begonia cuttings for the 2025 garden. I might have taken the risk if I hadn't let one of my big plants "go" last fall. I brought in the largest red which will be more than sufficient for my starting needs this year. Now I wish I'd kept both of them. There's not much bleaker than a dead plant on the porch.  

I can't even order anything from Amazon because if it does drop another five inches of snow on my area, there's no way a VAN can get up the hill to deliver. I'll have to wait until Monday to place an order. 

Have you ever brushed a Labrador Retriever inside the house????  I groomed Deuce in the middle of the living room this morning. He was appreciative of getting brushed (he loves it), getting his belly scratched (he loves it), and unappreciative of getting his nails trimmed (he loves it not so much). Good Lord! I could stuff a pillow with all the fur. It seems early for him to be shedding, but he is. 

Mid-January is a good time to plan for a good rest. I'm going to keep that firmly in mind for next year. After the hustle and bustle of the holiday season, January is going to become my "rest" month. I will organize and plan as much of the work here on my little manor so that next January can be all about rest, relaxation, and (w)riting. 

No scheduling of dental or doctor appointments, or oil changes for vehicles. I will allow one day, if necessary, to bring firewood to the house. Lunches with friends, or the pastor, will be on the spur of the moment according to the weather. January will be the time to plan the garden from the comfort of my recliner. I'll make project lists for the summer instead of trying to get small projects done. I will deliberately rest. 

And I'm going to rest for a space of time after I get this WIP finished. It's time I take time and clear my mind of some of those lingering thoughts about the events of 2024 that haven't allowed me to truly rest. 

If it seems like taking an intentional rest, or break, is counter-intuitive, I get it. I really do. But I think if I know that next January will be ME time, I'll be able to complete both writing projects and home projects in a more timely fashion. 

That's the part of the plan. I even put it on my day calendar and online calendar. We'll have to see how it goes.

PS. Check back because the cover for the WIP will be debuted soon! 

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KC Kendricks
My home on the web- Between the Keys: 
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Visit my bookshelf at: 
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Life through the eyes of my black Lab, Greenbrier Smokey Deuce: deucesday.blogspot.com
My country life at The Hideaway/Holly Tree Manor: hollytreemanor.blogspot.com


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Saturday, January 11, 2025

An old fashioned winter

January 11, 2025

It's shaping up to be an old-fashioned winter. The cold settled in during December and is showing no signs of letting up. We've had Winter Storm Blair, which brought us four and a half inches of snow, and Winter Storm Cora, which gave us another inch and a half last night. I've had the woodstove burning since the early part of December when typically, I don't every day and night until January. It's a good thing I have a nice stockpile of firewood. 

With temps in the low twenties and teens, and snow on the ground, you'd think I'd be writing. And you'd be correct! I have been writing. I'm not setting the world on fire, but I've got the story I'd like to get out sometime in February at 29,000 words. At that word count, the end is about three chapters away. 

I've got the cover created (I think) but I'm not ready to share it. It could change. I'm pretty fickle with things I create using Photoshop. I've also got to write the book blurb and I hate writing those. I never seem to capture the story and I don't want to fake it just to add spice. I've purchased books with a great cover blurb only to discover it had no context to the story. I should have asked for my money back, but I don't do that to other authors. 

So here it is - Saturday morning and I'm looking at fresh snow. Do I write this morning and clear snow this afternoon, or vice versa? It's only 22F outside. Maybe that's the deciding factor. I'll brew a cup of tea and work on the manuscript, and hope the temperature rises to about thirty Fahrenheit before I go outside. 

Yep. That's the plan.

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 KC Kendricks
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Sunday, January 5, 2025

Another lesson learned - keep it tidy

January 5, 2025

Over the course of the last few years, I've mentioned that I keep a spreadsheet for all the Facebook groups that allow promotion. I have to. There's over four hundred that I know about, and I suspect that's a drop in the bucket as to how many are really there. I've read where other writers have posted that promotion on Facebook is dead, but I always get a bump in sales when I post a few promos. 

If you see a promotional post from me on Facebook, you know I was taking a break from writing prose or other homestead chores. That's how I do it. I come to the computer with a cup of coffee or a glass of ice water and post promos. I'm resting - or maybe cooling off or warming up - and I don't want to "waste" the time. So I promo. And to help keep me from posting in the same group twenty times in a row and spread the joy properly, I keep a spreadsheet. Do I post in every group every time? Of course not. The spreadsheet shows me where I left off last time. 

It's a great idea if one keeps up with the changes at FB. Not so helpful if you shift columns/rows carelessly.

Ask me how I know this.

With the start of each new year, there are computer tasks to be done. Every document tossed into a holding folder needs to be dragged to where it actually belongs. The budget spreadsheet needs to be updated to the new year. The sales spreadsheet needs updated. All the previous year's tax crap needs to be double checked and in the proper place. AND that pesky Facebook spreadsheet needs to be straightened up and put back into order. Yeah, that took a couple of hours.

My FB SS has several workbooks. One workbook is open promo, one is for M/M only, one for paranormal only, and one for "abandoned" groups. That's a code word for groups that are not worth the time and effort because the admins are MIA and my promo never gets posted. 

It would be a lot more time effective if I moved these problem groups to the abandoned worksheet when I become aware of the fact, but noooooo. Last year, 2024, being what it was, I let too many slide and I had to do a massive clean-up this morning. 

Moral to the story - it's really easier to take care of little problems as they crop up. Better yet, do as I say and not as I do. Or is that I just learned a lesson? Whatever. Here's to doing MUCH better in 2025.

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KC Kendricks
My home on the web- Between the Keys: 
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Visit my bookshelf at: 
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My country life at The Hideaway/Holly Tree Manor: hollytreemanor.blogspot.com


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Thursday, January 2, 2025

The 2024 Retrospective

January 2, 2025

The year 2024 will not go down as my best. Far from it. I had high hopes for 2024, and all of them were crushed. However, I am nothing if not resilient and I will persevere. I've lived through hard times before, and I'm older now and better equipped. But that's not what this blog entry is about. This is a retrospective, a recap, of the year just passed, challenging as it was. Okay - it was a lousy year and this is not a report I expected to write for 2024.

January  to August 2024
I started the year out determined to work with YouTube and post videos and podcasts. I settled on calling the series what I call myself - The Accidental Writer. I thought it was an excellent start, but my life quickly derailed.

My husband's ill health crystalized into something very serious. Writing was not an option, but I thought about it all the time. I tried to keep up the appearance of normalcy, but as the weeks went by, cracks formed. With my husband in and out of the hospital, I began to realize my indestructible man who had beat kidney disease and beat cancer twice wasn't going to win this battle. 

On March 30, 2024, my beloved Ron lost his battle with a lung cancer we didn't know was happening until it was far too late. He had been cancer-free since 2006, and this diagnosis was a shock. Ron was a good man, and he is sorely missed by his family and friends. His passing didn't leave me the emotional energy to write. I didn't even try. 

I spent the next little while dealing with grief and not much else. I tried to blog some, focusing on the future and getting back to my life. I took a hard look at myself and my new unwelcome single life, and I knew Ron would expect me to pick myself up, dust myself off, and do what needed to be done. I worked on donating his clothes, sorting drawers, making a video (that I had to remove because of some nasty troll), and the garden. But I still hadn't gotten back to writing.

As the summer progressed, I developed some forward momentum and managed to keep it going. I wasn't happy with my inability to focus, but I felt it coming back in drips and drabs. I started to worry that 2024 would be the first year since I was originally published back in 2003 that I didn't complete a manuscript and get it published. I didn't want that to happen.

In August, I picked up the threads of Once in October. It felt good! What wasn't good was giving up on the 2024 garden. I accepted defeat and hoped for better in 2025. The writing was going slowly, but it was going. It wasn't always easy as I was seized by restlessness. Ron had been gone for six months. Where had the days gone? 

October 2024
Well, I didn't get the book with October in the title out in the month of October, but I was moving the story along. I processed the last remnants of my garden. Better luck next year.

November 2024
November is the season of firewood. I worked with my cousin, something I enjoy, and we have enough firewood to get through the 2024-25 season and beyond. November also kicks off the holiday season. I was busy with get-togethers with friends. Writing was done an hour here, an hour there, but Once in October neared completion. 

December 2024
It's pretty clear by now 2024 was not a year I'd wish on anyone. Once in October was completed and I loaded it up on Amazon and other online vendors. 2024 will not be the year I miss getting even one book out!  

On the nature front, a pair of hoot owls have moved into the neighborhood and they seem to be staying. I love hearing them call at night. Our hunting season hasn't lessened the number of deer coming through here at dusk. I don't think anyone is out hunting. I only heard one gunshot at dawn during the entire season.

With Once in October out the door, I'm ready to focus on the next story. I'm considering doing videos again, so we'll see how that goes. If I don't get views, I won't waste my time.

No, this was not the year I'd hoped it would be. I retired in May of 2022 so I could spend time with Ron. We didn't get even two years. Now I'm retired and on my own, and you know what? I think it could be much, much worse. 

I'm healthy. I can afford to stay in my home. I have family and friends around me. And Ron is still with me in spirit. 

It's easy to wish the year 2025 will be better with no help from me, but I know that isn't so. This new year just begun will require work, and prayer, to be what I wish it to be. It's up to me to stay in a positive frame of mind and emotion, and to do the work. I think I'm up to the task, but we shall see.

Thanks for sticking with me. Look for joy and you will find it. 

KC Kendricks/Rayne Forrest

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Tuesday, December 31, 2024

Tuesday, December 24, 2024

Christmas Eve 2024

This is my first Christmas Eve since Ron's passing. It was up to me to continue some of our personal traditions, and this I did.  

Steak for dinner - check.

A glass of wine - check.

A sappy Christmas movie - check.

Weather permitted it, so a quick drive to see our neighbor's Christmas light displays - check. 

This year I started what I hope will be a new Christmas Eve tradition for me. My cousin L, whom I grew up with, and S, my closest cousin's wife, went to the church service together at the small church in my community. It was a wonderful suggestion and I'm glad we could share the service together. I don't think we've been together on Christmas Eve since we were girls. And yes, I went to church after having a glass of wine and the roof of the church did not fall in on everyone's heads.

I miss Ron but I'm reminded I am not alone. I'm comforted by ancient words and the presence of people who care about me. My Christmas season looks different, true, but is no less meaningful. I will always carry Ron's memory with me no matter what next Christmas brings me. This is the way it is now and I remain grateful for having had him in my life. 

Merry Christmas to you and yours! 

KC Kendricks


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Saturday, December 14, 2024

New! Once in October by KC Kendricks is live!

 December 14, 2024

Once in October is now live! I wasn't sure I'd have it out before the end of the year, but it's all good. I made it, and I couldn't be more pleased.  Enjoy!


Once in October
Centerville Muscle IV

Kevin Scott takes life one day at a time. He learned the hard way not to plan too far ahead. He didn’t plan to return to Centerville, but here he is, back home and to his surprise, working at a dream job. Life might work out for him this time. The last thing he’s looking for is a relationship. At least, until Aaron Abbott stepped into his path. Kevin has concerns about dating a younger man, but his desire for Aaron wins over his caution. The last thing he wants to do is break his young man’s heart. What he never considered was if Aaron would break his. 

Aaron’s a year out of college and still figuring out life and what he wants from it. When he meets Keven, what he wants becomes focused. The only problem he can see is that Kevin is no longer a boy, but a man with a lot of experience, the kind of which Aaron hasn’t yet had. An unexpected event separates them, but Fate isn’t finished. When a second chance is given to them, all that remains is to see if love survived. 

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EXCERPT

Friday afternoon rolled around, and Mick got jumpy. After he checked his cell phone for about the gazillionth time, I asked him what was going on. He grinned.

“Date night. Logan is getting off work early.”

I laughed at him. “I’m letting my imagination run wild and I bet it’s not far off.”

“Probably not. Listen, I’m expecting Red to show up with that Javelin on the rollback. Let me show you where I want him to drop it, and then I’m going to head home. You can lock up.”

He’d briefed me about that car earlier in the week. It was a total restoration and the main reason he’d hired me. It would take months of work to get it back on the road and he wanted me established before he started the work on it.

“Good plan. You’re not accomplishing a damn thing, so go get all ‘fluffed’ for Logan.”

“Smartass. I will.” He made a face at me, which made me laugh harder.

We settled down and he showed me where to store the Javelin. Then I watched him launch an old Road Runner down the street toward his house and then got back to work.

The tow truck came and went, I finished what I’d been working on, and then decided it was too late in the day to start something new. I was sweeping the garage when Aaron Abbott pulled in out front. I held my hand out to him since it was clean. He nodded, flashed me a shy smile, and shook it.

“Hi. I’m Aaron. I was here the other day.”

“I remember. I’m Kevin. Is there a problem with your car again?”

He sighed. “Yes. The dealership says they can’t find the problem. I don’t know what to do next.”

“Trade it.” Damn. I hadn’t meant to sound so sarcastic, but it slipped out. I tried to salvage the moment with more polite advice. “Seriously. If they won’t fix it, go to a different dealership and trade it in for a newer model. You don’t need the aggravation of paying for a car you can’t trust.”

Aaron grimaced. “Technically, it’s not my car. I mean, it is, but my mom holds the title. I was in school, and the banks are mean if you’re not employed, so she stepped in. I’m just grateful to have wheels, you know?”

I did know. He must be younger than I originally thought. If he were jailbait, I wouldn’t even ask him if he wanted a free bottle of water from the cooler. I had to know, and unfortunately, I blurted out the question. “How old are you, Aaron?”

 He stared at me, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. His gorgeous hazel eyes narrowed. “I’m old enough. Don’t you worry about that.”

I held my hands up in front of my chest, palms exposed. “I’m just trying to figure you out, man.”

He blinked. “What the fuck for? Why is that any of your business?”

Crapola. My lack of filters had landed me in it again. “Peace, brother.”

“I’m not your ‘man’ and I’m not your ‘brother’. We’re done here.” He turned on his heel and stalked to the driver’s door of his car. I took a step toward him.

“Aaron, wait! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound like an ass, but obviously, I did. Let’s start this conversation over. Please?” I held out my right hand to him again. He took a deep breath and sagged against his car.

“Maybe you should buy me dinner to make up for being a jerk.”

Buy him dinner? Ohhhh, yeah. I could do that. He wasn’t too young to eat a meal with me. The only thing that would be better if I’d been quick enough to ask him first, but hey. Did it really matter? The guy offered me a second chance and a quick test drive. “Gee, Aaron. I don’t know. What if I say yes and you think I’m easy?’

He rolled his pretty eyes at me. “Are you always like this?”

“Sometimes I’m worse.” I grinned at him.

“Then it’s a good thing I’m a cheap dinner date. I like the Snow White Grill.”

“So do I, but my sister and her girlfriend eat there every Friday night. You don’t want to be seen with me. They’d consider you to be fair game for insults and some really disgusting lesbian sexual innuendos.”

His eyes widened, and I didn’t think his social horror was mock. “That bad?”

“Worse than your worst imagined scenario, I kid you not.”

Finally! Aaron cracked a smile! “We could drive over to Marionville and go to Frolic.”

I shook my head. “Too noisy. Have you ever been to Casa El Rancho? It’s surprisingly good, it’s close, and I can easily afford it.”

“I like it, too. You should pick me up in your car. We can’t trust mine too far.” He fished a business card out of his wallet and wrote on the back of it before handing it to me. “That’s my address and the phone number is on the front. Be there at six, okay?”

I glanced at my watch. “Better make it six-thirty. I need to close the garage.”

Aaron nodded and spoke as he opened his car door and climbed in. “See you then.” With that, he swung the little car around and drove away.

He never had me look at his car.

What the hell just happened?

I had no business even having dinner with a guy who didn’t look old enough to be let out of the house. Damn his pretty hazel eyes.

Jeez. Did I have a date? What the hell just happened!

I hadn’t been on a real date in…years. I went to clubs and found a companion for the evening. I didn’t date! I doubted I was civilized enough to date someone who had a bit of culture about him. If I went caveman on Aaron, I’d probably scare him out of a year’s growth. I had to find out just how old this guy was because I didn’t need his mother calling the law on my ass.

The devil on my shoulder whispered in my ear he was old enough to ask me out, and he might know all he needed to know about what a guy like me liked.

I shoved that little bastard away from my ear.

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ONCE IN OCTOBER
Book IV in the Centerville Muscle collection





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