Showing posts with label GLBT gay romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label GLBT gay romance. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 5, 2025

I'm going to do it again


March 5, 2025

Whelp, here I go again. No, no, it's not a rip-off of Whitesnake. What I mean is, I've started the next book. 

Yea, me! Go, me! Has me lost me fluffin' mind? 

I zipped over to my story folder and took a count. This book will be Number 89. Yes, that count includes those books that are out of print or I never published (I have 3 of those). Some of those are the old Rayne Forrest books, but they count, too. I did write them. 

I think it may be a good sign that I started chapter one and ended up at over fifteen hundred words. It needs to be filled out some, but that will come. The good thing is I have the opening scene where our guys meet written. Tweaking comes when I know them a little better. 

If you follow along here at Between the Keys, you know I've given a lot of thought as to whether or not I want to continue to write. Why? The use of artificial intelligence (AI) is going to ruin romance fiction. Even now, I can tell if AI was used to write a book because it's like the last four books I've tried to read. Never until now have I returned ebooks, nor will I take a KU subscription. Perhaps I'm doomed to read and reread all the books currently in my library. Thank goodness I own a substantial amount of books that AI never touched. 

Another reason I've pondered whether or not to continue is that my internal life changed dramatically in 2024 with the death of my spouse. Externally, I still own my home and properties so I'm physically and materialistically comfortable. But I've changed. Now that I'm no longer a caregiver, how do I want to fill my days? I assure you that mindless television watching will not make the cut. 

Having time to do only those things one wants to do is both blessing and curse. Looking at my calendar and my To Do List, I have several options. Which one do I want to do? Since Ron passed, decision making is an effort and hiding away in my office writing feels like, well, hiding away. 

I think the weather just made today's decision for me. It has started to rain. 

Perhaps I'm not ready to take down the KC Kendricks shingle and pack up my keyboard. I find I'm eager to finish this blog entry and get back to the WIP. I think this is a good thing. I think I have my answer. 

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KC Kendricks
My home on the web- Between the Keys: 
http://kckendricks.blogspot.com
Visit my bookshelf at: 
https://kckendricks.blogspot.com/p/bookshelf.html

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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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: 

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DX3WN767

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Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0DX3WN767

Amazon AU https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B0DX3WN767

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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: 
http://kckendricks.blogspot.com
Visit my bookshelf at: 
https://kckendricks.blogspot.com/p/bookshelf.html

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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Monday, September 30, 2024

Marking six months

 

September 30, 2024

Today marks six months since Ron passed. [deep breath] I thought I should record some of my thoughts, but I'm unsure where to start. 

It was a lousy summer, and not because he wasn't here. The heat was brutal. The attempt to drill a new well was less than a resounding success, as was my garden. 

Then again, my cousin L and I have been in constant contact, much the way we were as girls growing up. My friends have called every day to make sure all is well and I'm not lying dead on the floor being eaten by my heathen cat. I'm writing again, although on a reduced schedule since all the chores that keep the manor running smoothly now fall on me. (That is not a complaint - I like to mow!)

This is not the first time I've lived alone. I was living alone when Ron picked me up to go to his sister's birthday cookout and then he stayed for thirty years. Seriously - he brought me home and he never left. We had a lot of fun. 

The truth is, as his health declined over the last ten years, I was being prepared to be on my own again. He was diligent in teaching me how to use tools, make repairs, and construct things like the garden racks. I can't say that I enjoy doing some maintenance items without him stepping me through the process, but he taught me rather well. Those things I can't do I at least have a working knowledge of so I won't get cheated by, oh, say, an auto mechanic. It's difficult for me to ask for help and it's infuriating when those who say "call me if you need help" never show up when I ask. I know I need to learn to do it myself and move on. 

All-in-all I'm doing fine, but I miss his presence. I miss early mornings watching the weather while we had coffee. I miss sitting on the patio with him or him joining me in the garden to enjoy being outside. 

Ron lived with pain these past few years and it wasn't easy to know that. But his spirit was strong as was his will. He didn't give up until they said "cancer" for the third time, this time in his lung. He couldn't take any more. I can't fault him for that. 

I suppose I'll mark different days as the years pass. Birthdays and anniversaries to be sure, but also those days that became special to just us. And I'll live through them all not because he would expect it of me but because I expect it of myself. His spirit is a beacon for me to follow and I know I'm never truly alone. 

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KC Kendricks
My home on the web- Between the Keys: 
http://kckendricks.blogspot.com
Visit my bookshelf at: 
https://kckendricks.blogspot.com/p/bookshelf.html

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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Sunday, November 26, 2023

Shine a Light and Sumner's Garden



November 26, 2023

It's a bit chilly here today, too cold to do much work outside, so it's the perfect day to play with Photoshop.  

I've run the Facebook groups on both Shine A Light and Sumner's Garden separately, but I'd like to do a combo. The promo card is finished now I need to figure out a good promo "blurb." 

I guess it turned out okay. I like it and that's what matters.

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 KC Kendricks

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: KC Kendricks Between the Keys


 

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Thursday, November 23, 2023

Thanksgiving 2023

November 23, 2023

Happy Thanksgiving! Today those of us in the United States stop to reflect upon and celebrate those things we are thankful for. Different countries and traditions have their day of thanksgiving at different times throughout the year, but today is our turn. 

Thanksgiving was a day when my family gathered for a meal, and after the meal, my parents would visit the "other side" of the family. Then, if I was lucky, I'd have some phone time with friends and/or cousins until Dad got tired of my teenage chatter. Back in the day, there was only one phone in the house, and even with a long cord that reached the stairs, he could hear me laughing and that intruded on the football game. 

Years have passed and all that remains of those days are memories. I doubt I'm unique in finding myself cooking a traditional dinner for just two. Far too many cook for one, or don't even bother cooking at all. 

I'm grateful I have the resources to cook the traditional turkey dinner. It's not an onerous chore to me. Instead, it's creating freedom for the next several days and beyond. There may be just the two of us, but I roast a larger bird and we have turkey this and turkey that until Sunday. I make turkey broth for soups and freeze baggies of dark and white meat for baked meat pies. Cooking today makes cooking ten to twelve future meals over the winter months very easy. 

What else am I grateful for? My health, my spouse and family, my home, my friends, and Deuce & Loki. I'm blessed with three beautiful acres of ground to call home. I'm blessed with the opportunity to observe wildlife in my own backyard. 

Troubled times are upon us, yet let us all be thankful. Let's switch off the gloom and doom for a day and live simply, in gratitude, Who knows? Everyone putting some positivity out into the ether might have some lasting effects! 

Psalm 100 (KJV)
Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands. 2 Serve the Lord with gladness: come before his presence with singing. 3 Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. 4 Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name. 5 For the Lord is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations.

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 KC Kendricks

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: KC Kendricks Between the Keys


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