Saturday, October 26, 2013

KC Kendricks - Catching Fireflies this MySexySaturday

October 26, 2013
**Updated 4/2/21 - the My Sexy Saturday blog hop has been discontinued.**

Welcome to Between the Keys and my little corner of My Sexy Saturday. Today I've posted seven sexy paragraphs from Catching Fireflies. Our guys, Dale and Aubrey, have just met at a cookout although they glimpsed each other earlier in the day. They've hit it off and are busy flirting to get to know each other better. And while Dale is talking steak sauce, Aubrey is being ornery. Not that Dale minds, of course.

Catching Fireflies - the fifth book in the Southern Cross series and the direct sequel to Between the Moon and the Deep Blue Sea.

I carried his glass over to Mark and requested another. I watched as he made Aubrey another drink - virgin. I looked at him, questioningly. 

“Apparently Aubrey doesn’t touch anything with alcohol in it. I’ve no clue why. The man’s a mystery to everyone except Chad.”

I thanked him for making the drink as he handed it to me. “A little mystery isn’t a bad thing, is it?”

“No, Dale, it’s not. But don’t expect too much. He’s only here for the commitment ceremony.”

“Thanks. That’s good to know.” I turned and reclaimed my spot beside Aubrey, handing him his drink as I sat. Brett was delivering the first steaks to those who liked to hear it go “moo” when they stuck a fork into it. Aubrey echoed my preference for medium-well to well when Brett asked. I touched my glass to his again.  

“Ah, I’ve learned something else about you. Now I’ve got a very important question for you. Sauce, or no sauce?”

“Hon, I’ve been thinking of nothing but sauce since I saw you standing in the driveway.”


CATCHING FIREFLIES is available at
AmazoniTunes/AppleBarnes and NobleKobo,
and other online booksellers. 

Book five in the Southern Cross series
The sequel to Between the Moon & the Deep Blue Sea


 KC Kendricks

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Thursday, October 24, 2013

Social media check on KC

October 24, 2013

Oh, I had such grandiose plans for the day. I was going to accomplish so many things. And I almost did - until I started reading a few old blogs looking for a lost link.

I've come a long way since I began to write. Those old blog entries give an account of the last ten (almost eleven) years of my life. Some show their age and some could have been written yesterday. All of them evoke certain memories and I think this is a good thing.

So I can blog, but how am I doing with other social media? It's a mixed bag.

Twitter! Yes, I've been actively trying to increase my followers on Twitter.   ( ) It's pretty easy to follow someone and it's easy to post a Tweet. Like blogging, I did resist for awhile but twitter is just blogging for people with ADD. Short bursts on a lot of topics. I can do Twitter.

Facebook! Egads. Facebook. Now that's a challenge for me. I don't know what the heck is going on there and every time I turn around I hear how dangerous it is to be on Facebook.

Pinterest! I love, love, love Pinterest. I've wasted a lot of time looking at bunches of really cool things on Pinterest. I can do Pinterest. I think I have seven or eight boards now.

Triberr. Oh, dear. Another one. I should do Triberr. It's called a "blog amplification platform" and I do like to blog. Triberr works to promote like subject matter and I blog all over the range of subject matter, not just about the books I write. Does one Tribe not fit all? Apparently not. I've no clue where to even start.

LinkedIn. Just say no to giving up the emails of your associates. Remember it's still a "do unto others" sort of world. You don't pass around my email and I sure as hell won't pass around yours.

Google +. It's on my list of things to add to my life provided I can figure out why.

And all this is just the tip of the iceberg. Type in "social media sites" into any search engine and stand back...

Thinking about all this social media stuff has worn me out and this Luddite needs a nap. I expect the next time you'll hear from me will be on October 26, 2013, for My Sexy Saturday. Hope you'll stop by for that!


 KC Kendricks

Life through the eyes of Greenbrier Smokey Deuce:

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

The Road Less Taken - Robert Frost

October 23, 2013
I have always loved The Road Less Taken by Robert Frost. Like the fellow in the poem, I find a long walk through the woods both invigorating and peaceful. I'm fortunate to live in a rural area surrounded by woods. I can choose a path for a morning walk and know mine are first feet to travel the road that day.
The autumn colors are slow in arriving this year, but by Saturday I expect to be able to walk the old paths and enjoy the fall woods. If I don't do it this coming weekend, I may have to wait a year. And like the poet, I may never pass this way again so now is the time.
Here's my favorite poem. Enjoy!
The Road Less Taken - Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
KC Kendricks

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

The Red-tailed Hawk

October 22, 2013

I'm thinking about birds today. I'm sure it has something to do with the Hitchcockian line-up of little brown sparrows perched on the telephone lines outside my office window. An old friend had a little green Quaker parrot named Calvin and he acted as if there was some sort of intelligence at work. I used to joke about this bird knowing he was descended from avian theropods. Perhaps the birds on the wire know it as well.

Seeing the birds outside led me to ponder the feathered situation at home. We have a Red-tailed hawk in the sky above our house, and for the first time in ten years my not-so-silly cat is very cautious when he ventures out to search for his own prey.

I'm not at all sure the hawk is big enough [yet] to take on a fifteen-pound cat, especially one which is all mountain-cat muscle. There's no city-cat flab on my kitty-precious. Nonetheless, the cat's instincts rule him in this and I'm fine with that.

As a girl, I helped my grandfather make bird feeders, and tossed sunflower seeds out the kitchen window with my grandmother for the Bob-whites on the ground. I'm sometimes surprised at what birds I remember and know by sight from their teachings. Cardinals, Baltimore Orioles, Indigo Buntings, Nuthatch, Chickadee, blackbirds, crows, common sparrows, finches, wrens, titmouse, Juncos, jays, mockingbirds, catbirds and the occasional Ring-necked pheasant all visited the area outside my grandparent's kitchen windows. If you saw a hawk show up, it was like magic. "poof!" The little birds vanished.

These days the quail have disappeared, by what mechanism I don't know. I don't even hear them call in the distance much less see one. Instead we have wild turkeys, something I never saw until they made a resurgence in the mid-1990s. Now, with the hawk, I suspect I won't have many small birds to feed this winter. They, like the cat, know when to keep out of sight.

I suppose I could find it in me to be annoyed at the hawk, but I'm not. The old and the frail will fall to him and I view it as a quicker death than starvation or freezing on the first really cold night of the season. Maybe it's because I grew up understanding there is a natural order to everything - Nature does not waste life.

The hawk will eventually move on, following the small birds. The little ones will return to refill the vacuum. But in the meantime I will watch this young Red-tailed and admire his seemingly wise gaze as he perches on the old cherry stump. After all, he is the ranking dinosaur in the neighborhood.

KC Kendricks

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Station to Station - My Sexy Saturday blog

October 19, 2013
**Updated 4/2/21 - the My Sexy Saturday blog hop has been discontinued.**

Welcome to week #21 of My Sexy Saturday. I'm a newer arrival to this weekly blog hop and I must say I'm enjoying it. It's introduced me to some new authors and expanded my circle in a very good way. Connecting with other writers isn't always easy even in this day of social media. Not meeting face-to-face changes the ways we make friends. It's not bad, just different. We're more open, and more cautious, all at the same time but it works.

This week, I'm showcasing seven paragraphs from Station to Station. Station to Station is set to release this weekend - yea! - so depending on when you read this, you may have to check back if you want a copy. (Update: Station to Station is now available.)

Station to Station is the seventh book in the Men of Marionville series. It had been a while since I visited Marionville and, well, I missed everyone so I decided to pick up the series again. So without further ado, here's seven sexy paragraphs from Station to Station.

“My room is two blocks from here, Scott. Whataya say?”
My resolve to keep stupidity at bay wavered. Hell, it crumbled, and I was about to tread over the broken pieces of it on my way out the door to his place.
The letters awarding the bids were already in sealed envelopes in a locked drawer in the mayor’s office. How much flak could there be if someone found out Dakota and I had a little tryst? I nodded and saw victory flash in his eyes. I downed the last of my lukewarm coffee and pushed back from the table. “Let’s go.”
Dakota rose in an easy, unhurried motion and dropped a five-dollar bill on the table for a tip. “I like a man full of surprises.”
I’m not sure I did when I was that man. I motioned at the exit. “Lead on.”
Instead of heading out, he stepped in front of me and cupped the back of my neck. His mouth covered mine, and my skin heated in a wave. I licked his lips and they opened to me. His silky tongue slid over mine, and my cock swelled to an aching fullness in three throbbing heartbeats. My hands went to his hips, then I pulled him tight against me to let him feel how hard I was for him, but also to know if he was hard for me. His lips bowed under mine as he ended the kiss and rested his forehead to mine.
“That’s for you.”


Station to Station is now available at AmazoniTunesBarnes and NobleKobo and other online book sellers. 


 KC Kendricks

Life through the eyes of Greenbrier Smokey Deuce:

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Strange days have found us

October 16, 2013

Strange days have found us
Strange days have tracked us down
They're going to destroy
Our casual joys
We shall go on playing
Or find a new town.

As a general rule, Strange Days is not my favorite song by The Doors, my fave being Light My Fire. Back in the day when radio station 105.9 WCRX went live as the area’s first classic rock station their debut song was Light My Fire by The Doors.  I was really bummed when the station flipped over to “smooth jazz” but it wasn’t all bad so I still tuned in occasionally. At least I did until they went to a talk format and I found another station I like, that being 106.9 The Eagle. (Okay, guys - gimme something free for the plug!)

On the drive to work recently, the song Strange Days by The Doors aired and I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind. I suppose it resonated this time due to changes at my place of employment. Yes, strange days, or at least forty strange hours a week, have come to my world.

Changes in the workplace are nothing new. We all experience them and we all live through it. How we come out the other side varies. Stress can be a killer, this we know, but it can also change a person’s view of the world. Perhaps that’s the more damaging. 

For myself, I got a wakeup call last night when I realized the situation at the day job had me too mentally exhausted to settle down and write. That’s when the words to the song really took hold.

“They’re going to destroy our casual joys…”

The words are something to think about.  This morning I’m better rested and much clearer. Perhaps it’s time to institute my own “strange days.” It’s time to stop being nice and agreeing to those things that are not my responsibility. Who I become in the forty hours a week I give to an employer is not who I really am. They pay for my time and talents, not my soul.

It’s time to step back and realign my priorities, those being home and hearth and everything encompassed there. And having learned other lessons, I’ll do it all with a smile. I expect it will surprise a few people when they figure out they’ve actually been forced to do their own work. 

Strange days, indeed.


Saturday, October 12, 2013

My Sexy Saturday - The Back Stairs by KC Kendricks

October 12, 2013
**Updated 4/2/21 - the My Sexy Saturday blog hop has been discontinued.**

October is the perfect time for shapeshifters. And not just any shapeshifter, either. Sundown's people came from another world and walk among us undetected. Then Sundown meets Fallon, a cop, and takes a chance on having his true nature discovered. It goes against everything Sundown knows but he thinks Fallon is worth the risk. But first he has to convince Fallon he's not a male hooker - or a killer. Here's seven paragraphs from The Back Stairs, book one of the Sundown series. 


What the hell was I doing? What if he were Internal Affairs working an undercover sting? Juny and I were not department favorites. We were more concerned with catching the bad guys than playing office politics. Sundown’s spooky green eyes sparkled with desire – and amusement.

“You’re very well hung, Lieutenant Roxbury.”

I snorted. “I thank my parents, every day, for such good genes.”

He stretched his hand over my full length, thumb at the base of my penis, his little finger extending past the tip. The little rip was measuring me. I wished he’d hurry up before I couldn’t wait any longer and took things into my own hands. Uneasy, I needed to get off and get out of here. Sundown batted his eyelashes at me.

“I like eight inch cocks. They’re perfect.”

“That’s eight and three-eights inches, if you please. It might even be all the way to eight and a half right now, so don’t shortchange me. And stop acting all coy and shy.”

“Please, Fallon. Let down your guard. What happens between us goes no further than these walls.” 

The Back Stairs is available at All Romance eBooks

Did you enjoy today's seven sexy paragraphs? Visit the blogs listed below for even more! And look for #MySexySaturday on Twitter and Facebook. 

KC Kendricks

Saturday, October 5, 2013

My Sexy Saturday - Doors of Time by KC Kendricks

October 5, 2013
**Updated 4/2/21 - the My Sexy Saturday blog hop has been discontinued.**

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday! My Sexy Saturday is a blog hop where your fave authors present seven sexy words, seven sexy paragraphs or even seven sexy pages from a published book or a work in progress. 

This week I have seven sexy paragraphs from Doors of Time. As teens, Calvin didn't confess to Emory he had feelings for him so Emory always believed Calvin was straight. This conversation takes place after Calvin tells Emory the truth. You can read more of it here.  Enjoy!

“As a younger man, I seemed to attract a macho element intent on making me their bitch.” Emory looked at him and lifted his hands, palms up. “And there you sit, only gay for a few hours.”

Calvin snorted. “Disconcerting, isn’t it?”

“You don’t know the half of it. I mean, I tell you you’re dessert and that makes you decide to have dinner with me?”

Calvin parked the car beside Emory’s little sports coupe. “I was leaning toward dinner without dessert, but your way sounds more interesting.”

Emory scrambled from the car as he reached for the door handle. “I’ll leave your name at the front desk.”

Calvin hurried after him and blocked his escape into his own ride. “Wait a second! What are you scared of, Emory?"

"Feeling sixteen and clueless again."


Doors of Time is available at
AmazoniTunes/AppleBarnes and NobleKobo,
and other online booksellers. 

To learn more about Doors of Time, please visit


 KC Kendricks

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Thursday, October 3, 2013

Station to Station to be released October 2013

**Update - Station to Station is now available  at AmazoniTunesBarnes and NobleKobo and other online book sellers. 

October 3, 2013

I arrived home this evening to discover the first round of edits for Station to Station in my inbox. Time, as they say, sure flies. Look for Station to Station, the next book in the Men of Marionville series, on October 19 or 20. Sorta depends. 


Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Visiting the park on lunch break

October 2, 2013

I work in a growing town with a population approaching 50,000 souls. The community has its share of problems, same as all small towns losing their small town identity as they grow. One thing the town hasn't forfeited is its historic parks.

Over my lunch hour, I visited one of the oldest parks for some fresh air and a twenty-minute walk to shake off a morning stuck behind a desk. With autumn upon us, the number of lovely days left in this calendar year are dwindling. 

Anyway, I wanted to share a photo of this park still decked out in summer greens although it's evident autumn color is poised to arrive.