December 19, 2015
Merry Christmas! Everyone I know is saying how they can't believe Christmas is almost upon us, and I'm right there with them. The Year of our Lord 2015 virtually flew by at sonic speed. It was a good year for me and mine, though. We are truly blessed.
I first joined the My Sexy Saturday blog hop on September 14, 2013. Recently, it's occurred to me I need to track what I'm doing. I've got a lot of books out and I'm sure I've missed a few. I need a spreadsheet.
So with that in mind, I'm going back to the beginning and the first book I published for MSS122 - Surrendered Victory.
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His hand brushing mine excited me beyond anything I’d ever
known. Large, tanned and callused, I knew he earned a living with his hands.
His long, strong fingers possessed a muscled elegance, much like the rest of
him. Short, neat nails belied his trade, that of a carpenter. I shivered as his
hand found mine, hidden from public view between our torsos and the bar. Dalton
trailed those well-tended fingernails lightly across my palm, sending me his
teasing invitation.
“What do you say? Come back to my place for a while?” His
clear tenor held no hint of accent, yet he’d alluded he hailed from somewhere
in the South. I’d not heard the story of how he’d made his way to the West
Virginian outback, although doubtless he knew my tale.
Everyone in the company knew I’d been banished here by my
loving family with little hope for redemption, following some sort of serious
disagreement with my father, the supposed details of which continued to fuel
the rumor mill. None of my fellow barflies would guess the truth. I didn’t wear
it on the skin. It went much deeper, all the way to the soul.
Almost none of the assembled
crowd would guess the truth, I corrected myself. Dalton suspected. Clearly, he
recognized the indefinable aura that marked us as different, as outsiders. I
could still shake my head, decline his invitation, and tender my apologies with
no hard feelings. His invitation would remain ambiguous to anyone who’d
overheard it.
My body thrummed with awareness of his nearness. I did my
best to avoid breathing, since every time I inhaled, the clean, crisp scent of
his aftershave sank red-hot talons into my brain. And underneath the Old Spice,
undeniable, alluring, dangerous, and unmistakable on the gentle breeze from the
ceiling fan overhead wafted a delicious, forbidden male musk.
“I was hoping to have another drink,” I said,
matter-of-factly, painfully, acutely aware that all walls have ears. “It was a
long day and I need to unwind for a bit.”
His sky blue eyes, so different from my blue-grey
orbs, didn’t flicker, reminding me he had some experience at this dance.
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SURRENDERED VICTORY
2008 Amber Heat Wave Winner
More about Surrendered Victory: https://kckendricks.blogspot.com/p/surrendered-victory-by-kc-kendricks.html
Dalton makes Reed tingle in all the right places. Now Reed’s
ready to answer the question that’s haunted his every failed relationship. Is
he really gay?
Reed walked into Dalton’s life and everything changed. This
time, Dalton won’t hide the fact he’s gay from anyone, even his son.
Together they surrender all to each other and claim
the ultimate victory – love.
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March 19, 2018
His hand brushing mine excited me beyond anything I’d ever
known. Large, tanned and callused, I knew he earned a living with his hands.
His long, strong fingers possessed a muscled elegance, much like the rest of
him. Short, neat nails belied his trade, that of a carpenter. I shivered as his
hand found mine, hidden from public view between our torsos and the bar. Dalton
trailed those well-tended fingernails lightly across my palm, sending me his
teasing invitation.
September 2, 2015
Okay, that’s good advice. You should have your manuscript as
spic and span as humanly possible, but don’t get sidetracked when your beta
reader/crit partner points out your hero started out with blond hair and now he
has black hair. Don’t get insulted. Don’t argue. Don’t throw a temper tantrum.
