Showing posts with label Centerville Muscle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Centerville Muscle. Show all posts

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
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My country life at The Hideaway/Holly Tree Manor: hollytreemanor.blogspot.com


KC Kendricks, Between the Keys, LGBT gay romance, m/m romance, contemporary gay, rural living, a writer's life, Men of Marionville, Centerville Muscle, Kindle romances, grief, winter

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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 KC Kendricks
My home on the web- Between the Keys: 
Visit my bookshelf at: 

Social media links:
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
Snips and clips on my YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@KCKendricks



KC Kendricks, Between the Keys, Once in October, a writer's life, contemporary gay romance, m/m romance, LGBTQ gay, Kindle romance, romance fiction, Centerville Muscle

Tuesday, April 11, 2023

All things end: Saturday Evening Romance

April 11, 2023

In September 2008, I opened a promo blog called Saturday Evening Romance. I envisioned it as a place where authors could post excerpts to promote their books. It worked, after a fashion, but it turned me into a Marshall. I posted a simple rule - don't spam the blog with more than one post a day. It's fucking amazing how many authors cannot read. 

Like everything in life, SER has run its course. Those authors with posting privileges no longer use it as a promotion tool. My friend, the late Christianne France, has quite a few posts still up but her books are no longer available. A lot of the posts are from authors who were also with Amber Quill Press, now defunct. 

Sadly, the time has come to delete the Saturday Evening Romance blog. I've pushed the button on it and it's gone.

The decision was not made lightly but it was the right thing to do. No one likes to click a link and find it no longer works. 

I'm grateful for those authors who did post there in past years and I wish those who are still writing and publishing continued success. 

Now we move on. 

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Social media links:
Snips and clips on my YouTube channel: KC Kendricks Between the Keys
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


KC Kendricks, Between the Keys, a writer's life, LGBTQ romance, m/m romance, Kindle romance, blog ending, romance novels, Men of Marionville, Centerville Muscle, Sundown saga, Southern Cross, Amethyst Cov

 

Tuesday, September 6, 2022

Promoting the Men of Marionville - a test of my resolve


September 6, 2022

Earlier this year I set a goal to promo the entire Men of Marionville collection on Facebook groups. I knew this would not be a small, or easy, undertaking as there at twelve books set in the fictional town of Marionville. Couple that with the number of groups I've joined for the purpose of doing promos and you've got in the neighborhood of three hundred sixty total promos. And let us not forget that doing any sort of deliberate promotion is not really my thing. Yes, it's been challenging but I'm actually succeeding! As of this date, I have the last two books in the collection remaining - Bourbon and Blues and Twice Removed from Yesterday

I've found some of the Facebook groups to be problematic. Many of the smaller ones are great, though. The admins go through and approve each post and I'm appreciative of their efforts. That's a lot of work if the group is active. 

Some of the groups leave random posts in limbo waiting to be approved. Then when I repost the same promo, it goes through immediately. What's the rhyme and reason for that? I've had a promo declined only to repost the same thing and it goes through. There are group owners who suddenly decide to close the group to promotions and have deleted all old posts. That's a lot of effort and I wonder why the owner would bother with it.

I've given up trying to figure it out. I keep a spreadsheet that shows me what book I'm doing next in whichever group I'm looking at. There's also a worksheet with info on groups that have seemingly disappeared. I'd be lost without the spreadsheet and I wonder if I need to add a worksheet for Twitter. 

Picking up the threads of my writing career is something I've looked forward to for the last couple of years. I woke up this morning with the opening of a new story. Maybe it will turn out to be one that has lingered on the plot board or maybe it's one straight out of left field. Either way, it's good to have ideas start to pop into my head again. 

September should see me complete my goal of promoting the entire Men of Marionville collection. I'm looking forward to that, and to begin to do the Centerville Muscle series. Centerville Muscle is only three books and that'll be comparatively easy after the Men of Marionville. 

And now I'd best get to it. Up next: Bourbon and Blues.

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Social media links:
Life through the eyes of my black Lab, Greenbrier Smokey Deuce: deucesday.blogspot.com
My country life at Holly Tree Manor: hollytreemanor.blogspot.com
Snips and clips on my YouTube channel: KC Kendricks Between the Keys


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Sunday, July 11, 2021

July Heat - finishing up

July 11, 2021

THE END

Those are great words to type, and I was able to do that yesterday evening. Finishing a manuscript might not be everyone's idea of a hot Saturday night, but writers are a different breed. We think nothing of leaving our spousal unit to fend for themselves, eating warmed-up pizza alone with only the television and YouTube for companionship. When it's time to wind up the story, then it's time. We must obey the muse, and so it was last evening. 

I don't think Himself minded being able to watch tractor, firearms, farming, woodcutting, and tool videos without having to endure sitting through gardening, canning, and homesteading videos (my choices). Sometimes being in our own spaces works best here on the manor

July Heat is my seventy-seventh book. I'm including the Rayne Forrest books in that count, and a handful of those are out of print. I wonder if I can make it to one-hundred? It's taken over twenty years to get this far, but it remains doable. I used to fear I'd run out of ideas, not time. The world does move without us and it's up to us to keep up. 

Back in the midst of the e-publishing boom, having typed THE END my work would be over. I'd send the completed manuscript to my editor and the completed information forms to the cover artist. Then I'd wait until my book came up in the rotation. Being blessed that my books have always been popular, I never had to wait long. These days, being independent, the process takes a while longer. I need to create the cover, edit, edit some more, add the front and end material, and upload the complete book to the various sellers. There are still some e-publishers out there, hanging on, but Amazon has effectively killed that model. The lack of competition is not a good thing. 

As I built the ending of July Heat, I went back to the beginning and re-read the story. This was my first editing pass where I look mostly for continuity and the glaring typos. I also took the time to run what I had through Grammarly, which not perfect, does catch all the little pesky comma ommissions. I don't really get commas. Never have and probably never will. 

Now that THE END has come, I'll go back and do a complete re-read looking for the same things - continuity and typos. After that, I go old school and print it out. For some reason, I find reading a printed copy away from the computer is helpful. 

I'm excited that July Heat will be released in the month of July. That was the plan and it seems like forever since the plan, any plan in my life, has worked as planned. (My old editor would scream about the same word being used four times in a sentence but today I'll give myself a pass on it.)

So! Coming soon! July Heat by KC Kendricks

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Drew Bernard’s life was shattered in a single, breathless moment. His one action made reconciliation with his family impossible. He can’t put it behind him, not really, but he’s determined to move his life forward. When a friend reaches out to him with the offer of a place to stay and a temporary job, Drew makes the move to Centerville. 

Morgan Osborne made choices for the benefit of his son, but now the child is a grown man and determined to sever all ties with him – except for the monetary ones. When an unsuspecting Drew witnesses a particularly heated exchange, Morgan makes his apologies and ends up asking Drew to go out with him.  

Drew is drawn to Morgan, but he’s afraid to trust his heart. His vision of his new life never included someone like Morgan, someone who would need to know the truth. 

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 KC Kendricks

My home on the web- Between the Keys: 
Visit my bookshelf at: 

Social media links:

Snips and clips on my YouTube channel: KC Kendricks Between the Keys

Life through the eyes of my black Lab, Greenbrier Smokey Deuce: deucesday.blogspot.com

My country life at Holly Tree Manor: hollytreemanor.blogspot.com