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Wednesday, December 10, 2025

January After Dark by KC Kendricks


 December 10, 2025

New today! January After Dark is live on Amazon! Yes, that happened a lot faster than anticipated. The book is also loaded at iTunes and other online vendors, but it has to finish the process. I don't think it will take too long.

Thanks for reading January After Dark.

KC

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A wrong number on New Year’s Eve turns into a romance.

“Wow. We haven’t had dinner yet and that sounds like you’re already laying the foundation for an out.”

 Derek Bradley leads a secret double life. During the day, he works a regular nine-to-five, but when the sun goes down, his alter ego comes to life. Five nights a week, Rick January takes to the airwaves for your drive home with January After Dark.

It’s New Year’s Eve and Andre Maxwell reaches out to his estranged twin brother only to find that phone number now belongs to someone named Derek. It seems like Derek is a caring guy, and they stay on the phone to watch the ball drop together.

In one of life’s twists, they meet as strangers at a local pub and discover they’ve been talking on the phone. Derek doesn’t think he’s ready to love again, and Andre’s never had a decent relationship. But lonely hearts want what they want, after dark. 


EXCERPT:

Out with the old and in with the new.

The new mattress arrived first thing on Friday morning. I made the bed with the new sheets and hustled off to my day job. I was deep into the personnel review of the new company, and I wanted to schedule a few interviews for next week.

If I made it through the day without losing my mind, Eddie and I were going to work at the radio station tonight to get two more Friday night shows recorded. My lawyer hadn’t gotten back to me about the syndication contract, but Eddie and I needed to do some preliminary work and get our ducks in a row. We were going to act on faith.  

I had all this to do, and my focus was on my date tomorrow evening. Andre hadn’t called me, and I was squirrely over it. I had purposefully not stopped at the Night Owl for a drink, and now I feared he thought I was avoiding him. Which I was, in a way.

Andre was cute in ways Daryl had not been. It seemed shallow to compare them, but I couldn’t help myself. I had yet to discern the color of his eyes. The Night Owl’s dim lighting prevented me from getting a good look, but I suspected they were light blue or gray. I had gotten a look at his ruby signet ring though, and the shank was engraved with a stylized “C” which I thought must be for his twin brother.

And then there was The Itch. Ah, that low-level simmering heat in my balls every time I thought about what may or may not happen after our dinner. I’d never been one to think with my cock, but my cock was ready to seize the lead. I couldn’t allow that to happen. I barely knew Andre, certainly not well enough to consider letting him fondle the goods.

Eddie and I worked like demented fiends until midnight, and I hit the wall. I was beat until my ass hit the car seat, and I suddenly had a second wind. Instead of heading home, I cruised into the Night Owl’s parking lot.

This was not a good move, but Andre had said he’d call me sometime today and he had not. I wondered why. I climbed out of my car just as he sprinted out the door and straight for me.

“I thought you were going to call me,” I said as he pinned me to my car and kissed my cheek. I slid sideways out of his grasp.

“I did say that, but the day got away from me, Derek. I’ve been here, hoping you’d stop, and I’d just given up when I saw you drive in.” He studied me for a moment. “Are you going to tell me you ‘worked’ late again?”

I pushed the button on the remote to unlock my car doors. “Get in, and I’ll talk.”

His eyes glittered in the streetlights, but he finally nodded and walked around to the passenger door.

If I didn’t tell him what was going on, he’d think I was seeing another man, and I couldn’t blame him if he did. Keeping secrets never worked well for me. I dropped back onto the driver’s seat and locked the doors. I shifted to face him.

“What I’m about to tell you is top secret. It can’t get out just yet because I still need my day job.” I held my right pinkie finger out to him. “Do you swear to stay silent?”

Andre hooked his pinkie around mine. “I swear, but you’d better tell me now or I might die from curiosity.”

“Here it is. I’m Rick January.”

He tilted his head. “Who?”

I stared at him. He didn’t know? “You don’t listen to local radio?”

A wide grin transformed his face. “Gotcha! Oh, my God. I can tell now. The voice. You really are Rick January? No shit?”

“No shit. My ‘working late’ is being on the air from six until ten, weeknights. I don’t tell people this, Andre, but I’m telling you so you know I’m not lying to you about working.”

He leaned back and then held his pinkie out to me again. “I won’t tell a soul, not even my friend Joyce.”

“Thank you. But there’s more. The show is going to be syndicated nationwide, so I have a lot of work ahead of me.”

He was quiet for a moment. “Wow. We haven’t had dinner yet and that sounds like you’re already laying the foundation for an out.”

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January After Dark is available at:



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 KC Kendricks
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Saturday, May 14, 2016

SABRE by KC Kendricks

May 14, 2016

SABRE is now available!


Gay romance/suspense/spy games

 Sam Breeden is a highly skilled operative known as SABRE. Genetically engineered, Sam is very good at what he does, but his propensity to act on the truth, and not his orders, continually lands him on the bad side of his handlers. When he’s instructed to find, and eliminate, a mythical assassin known only as Absinthe, Sam quickly becomes aware all is not as it seems. He suspects the evidence against Absinthe was planted and goes against his orders. 

The man called Absinthe holds the key to Sam’s past. He inserts himself into Sam’s orbit – and bed – with the intent to lead Sam to the truth. He’s not guilty of the crime, but he’s far from innocent. He knows Sam’s been played by his agency and the path to their survival means walking a crooked line.

Finding the truth isn’t easy, and believing it is even harder. Sam and Absinthe make a desperate play for freedom, because if they can’t get free, they can never be together.


EXCERPT


And that’s when it hit me.

“It was you in DC, in the Romp Club. You kept buying me shots and we ended up in my hotel room. You slipped me a roofie, you bastard.” I propped up on an elbow. “And me without my gun.”

He held his hands up in a surrendering gesture. “Sorry about the Rohypnol. I’m not armed, Sam. I mean you no harm.” He rolled to his knees and fell back against the plush pillows. I joined him.

“So why target me? You’re that interested in my ten-inch cock?”

He shook his head. “Ten inch? Now who’s having sexual fantasies? I’m interested in Frederick Milan.”

“I find it very curious you know that name. Pick up the phone and call room service. I want a big pitcher of iced tea.”

He leaned back. “And let them all know you’re a Yank? Make the call yourself, mate.”

I rolled my eyes. “Then get anything cold and refreshing. Sparkling water. How’s that?”

He picked up the hotel phone and placed my request - along with two steak dinners and two bottles of a pricey Cabernet. He set the receiver back in the cradle and turned to me.

“Are you finished watching me, Sam?”

“Nope, so get used to it. Frederick Milan. Talk, now.”

“Milan was collateral damage.” He looked worried. “Melvin McCune wants you out of the way.”

If he thought McCune wanting me to disappear was news to me, he was sadly mistaken. “Yeah? So? Who do you work for? What the hell is your name, anyway?”

“All in due time. Milan stumbled upon some records that were supposedly destroyed. And you can call me ‘Darling’.”

I snorted. “Well, ‘Darling’, I’m very interested in where you’re getting your information.”

“I just bet you are, SABRE.”

We stared at each other, and not with lustful longing or budding friendship. ­­But maybe there was a bit of grudging respect floating between us.

“Look, ‘Darling’. I know you can’t tip your hand too far. Neither can I. You’re correct.  I’ve got a problem with McCune. But I want to know why and how a middle-aged banker, a do-gooder, ends up dead in the middle of what might be a mob hit.”

That got his attention. “Mob hit? How do you figure?”

“You said look into Hawkes. I did. He’s got Chicago political connections and that could indicate organized crime. If you can believe anything on the Internet, that is.” I didn’t tell him I likely had more information waiting. Deborah had surely dumped whatever she’d found on my server by now.

He scratched his chin. “The only dot that connects here is Hawkes is the one who wants Milan’s death investigated. He called McCune and invited the NSCA to become involved, being Milan is an American citizen, and all.”

I stretched, arching my back and wiggling my toes. “Darling” was correct, but I sensed something more sinister at work. I beat my pillow to fluff it. “And Hawkes is Sinope, something the Internet doesn’t know. He’d have the clout to have Milan silenced and to make any evidence implicating himself vanish. So why would he call the NSCA if he’s implicated in anything? That’s a hanging dot for me. It doesn’t connect based on what little we know.”

“So we really need to know what Milan was doing.”

I stared at him again. “We? We? Who’s ‘we’?”

“Darling” looked out the window. “London’s nice, but I like Paris. City of Light and all that.”

I stood, stepped out of my jeans, and draped them over a chair. I either had to avail myself of the laundry service or have some new clothes delivered.

“Darling, I’m not fond of Paris. I killed man there.”

I was surprised by the compassion in his blue eyes. “I know it was self-defense.”

How much about me did he know? Did he know I still had nightmares about what had happened in Paris? I shook my head.

“It doesn’t matter that he pulled a gun and got off a shot at me. There was a truth to learn and I failed. 
He couldn’t tell me after I put him down.”

“You won’t fail this time. You’ve got me on your side.”

Inexplicably, his words buoyed my spirit. I didn’t want him to see that in me so I rolled my eyes at him. “Why am I not reassured?”


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SABRE is available at the following online booksellers:





Barnes & Noble/NOOK

Universal link to additional booksellers: https://books2read.com/u/mlDPvm



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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 Holly Tree Manor: hollytreemanor.blogspot.com