Sunday, March 15, 2009

Give Me One Night by KC Kendricks

March 15, 2009

Give Me One Night
Second edition coming soon!


When passion changes the rules, one more night can alter the future...

On St. Patrick’s Day, Brody O’Connor joins the revelry of the yearly pub crawl, hunting a like-minded man for a night of fun and frolic with no strings attached. When a mystery man in an emerald green shirt engages Brody’s interest, it doesn’t take long for the hunter to become the prey.

Well-matched with his mystery man, Brody regrets his "no strings" approach to a night of shared passion that leaves him hungry for more. The morning after, Evan is gone, as agreed. Brody knows it was a mistake to let him go, and vows to find him.

Evan also never expected to meet someone like Brody. Now Brody wants to change the rules, and Evan decides he’ll give Brody one more night to convince him to stay...


My quarry stood at the bar, sipping what appeared to be a soda. I stepped into the whirling lights, planted my feet, squared my shoulders, put my hands on my hips, and waited for him to spot me. It didn’t take long.

He looked me up and down, a slow, lazy appraisal that focused my attention on his face. Then he smiled and lowered his eyelids with a slight nod of his head. In that instant I knew something about him there are no flowery or romantic words for – only gut instinct. He wanted me to fuck him.

My body responded to the knowledge. Arousal snapped through me, sending shivers down my spine. My nipples, sensitive as any girl’s, tingled to the point that the fabric of my sweater rubbing against them became deliciously painful. My cock swelled to its full seven and three quarter inch glory in a single pounding heartbeat.

I’d fuck him until he was limp as a rag doll in less time than that if I could get my hands on him.
His chin lifted, the knowledge of the game joined in his eyes. I gestured for him to join me on the dance floor. He smiled and weaved his way through the crowd in my direction. A dancer whirled between us and I bolted for the door, no doubt in my mind he’d follow.

I made it to my car in time to see him step out the door, pause, and look around. He handed something to the bouncer cum doorman. His keys? He allowed others to drive his Jaguar? The man held stunning, hidden possibilities.

Sure enough, the burly attendant loped across the street and out of my line of sight. Within a minute, the Jag whirled into view and Blue Eyes reclaimed his ride. When he pulled out into the center lane, I steered my car in behind him. The next stop, according to the pub crawl itinerary, was Rumours, and that was good for me. Blue Eyes turned left onto Potomac Street and his turn signal stayed on. I made a sharp left into the alley and the Rumours private rear parking lot.

Rumours was part of my regular circuit. I breezed through the kitchen door like I owned the place, which I did. I held a very modest, and quiet, ten percent of the business and the real estate.

Several of the wait staff yelled friendly profanities at me – and made a few offers. I smiled and waved as I hustled my way through, exiting the kitchen beside the bar. A buddy had the barstool on the end and I shooed him off it with the promise of imminent entertainment.

Thank heavens the chair was right in front of an air vent and a breeze blew from it to cool the mob of revelers. I was sweaty, sticky, and not because the night was at all warm. The bartender handed me a glass of ice water with a lime twist and I gulped down a few swallows.

No more alcohol for me until I got Blue Eyes home.

And speaking of, there he was, just on the other side of the dance floor, smiling at me, one eyebrow cocked up and looking amused. He gestured to me to join him with the same palm up wave of the arm I’d used at Tully’s. I shook my head, lifting my glass to indicate I was thirsty. He clasped his hands over his chest and feigned heartbreak.


The dancer behind him was rubbing his butt, without any protest from Blue Eyes, so how crushed could he be? I finished my water and walked towards him, my gaze never leaving his. He stepped into the throng of dancers, meeting me halfway.We moved easily to the music, our movements mirroring each other. I’d worry about the stupid grin on my face, but his expression matched mine. Our hips swayed closer. Our hands brushed. Blue Eyes turned, shaking his very well-shaped ass at me. I laughed in his ear, pulling him back against me. I was so achingly hard that my resolve to taunt him, to wear him down to a begging blob of gel, almost cracked. He grinned over his shoulder when I licked the rim of his ear.

“Are you going to tell me your name?”

I flashed my pearly whites at him. “Just before you come for the first time.”

“Cocky bastard, aren’t you?”

“You’ll have to wait a while to find that out.”


KC Kendricks
My home on the web- Between the Keys:
My country life at Holly Tree Manor


Friday, March 13, 2009

You've Got Mail - A Mailing List, That Is

March 13, 2009

I took the plunge and opened a Yahoo group for a mailing list. I've been bumming space, and now seems like the time to have my own list. Yeah, I know. Just what we all need. Another Yahoo group to subscribe to.

This is a mailing list only - no talk, talk, talk. Yeah, I know. Not a place to hang out during the workday, but we just can't have everything.

So if you want to join to get the news, go to , or send an email to

Yep. I kept the Between the Keys name for the mailing list, too. That way, I won't forget.............

KC Kendricks

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Art or content violation?

**Updated April 11, 2016 - Seducing Light has a new cover**

March 12, 2009

I've not been blogging much lately - because I've been writing a lot! It's a good bet when your favorite authors go silent, they're pounding the keyboard. So far, 2009 has been very productive, with two manuscripts completed.

That doesn't mean I started them in 2009, you understand. Pulling words out of the air and putting them on the page in a coherent order isn't always as easy as merely sitting down at ye olde workstation and typing away. I always have a few ideas bouncing around in my mind, and it takes some fancy finger work to figure out which one is "it." This year began with the clear vision of how both those stories worked, so it was easy to flesh them out and wrap them up.

Now I have several more ideas to sort out. First scenes are written, or even first chapters, and while I wait to see what crystallizes into the next book, I play online. I blog, Twitter, Google, read the lists, look for inspiration photos, and I check out MySpace.

MySpace. What a surprise. MySpace deleted the beautiful, beautiful cover Trace gave me for Seducing Light for content. FOR CONTENT!! Two male chests and a movie reel?? (The story is about a photographer and a movie star, by the way.) ** update 11/4/22 I haven't been on MySpace for years and years!**

Get a grip. Get a job. GET A LIFE! Someone who can't practice live and let live must have bitched. That cover is gorgeous, not obscene. Do yourself a favor and check it out. .

Meanwhile, I think I'll go have some ice cream and cool down.

KC Kendricks