Monday, August 15, 2016

series: Ian Coulter's Amethyst Cove by KC Kendricks

DOUBLE DEUCE
Contemporary gay romance

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Free spirited Ian Coulter works hard and plays harder. An ex-cop turned private investigator, Ian enjoys meeting new men and making new friends. A night out ends up with one man on the floor at his feet, and another asking for his help. Big trouble’s brewing in little Amethyst Cove, and Ian’s a step behind. He’s quick to see Rick Mohr is the man holding the flare at the end a long, dark tunnel.

Undercover agent Rick Mohr walks a fine line, serving two masters. Insider trading, counterfeit printing plates, and a blown-up yacht have Rick stuck between two Federal agencies, one of which has been compromised. Rick has to discover the mole before it’s too late. When Ian Coulter walks into his life, Rick grabs the chance to salvage his assignment with both hands.

It doesn’t take Ian and Rick long to discover joining forces, and sharing resources, has definite perks - ones not found in any departmental manual.
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DEUCE OF DIAMONDS

The sequel to Double Deuce
contemporary gay romance

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Private investigator Ian Coulter has a knack for finding trouble even when he’s minding his own business. Ian’s in the midst of a routine weekly job for movie star client Saylor Blackwood when the man confides he thinks he has a fan turned stalker. Ian stays close to Saylor to observe the people around him and gets an unwelcome shock when FBI agent Rick Mohr contacts him.

Rick Mohr has a problem. Ian’s name just popped up on an FBI watch list. Rick knows it’s guilt by association where Ian is concerned, but what about Blackwood? Rick won’t allow Ian to get dragged into the mix when he’s not involved. For Ian he’ll break whatever confidentiality rule necessary.

It doesn’t take long for Ian and Rick to join forces to clear Ian’s name and get to the bottom of what’s going on in Amethyst Cove, because on or off the case, together is how they work best.
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ACE, DEUCE, TREY

the sequel to Deuce of Diamonds
Book #3 in Ian Coulter’s Amethyst Cove series

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Ian Coulter has his hands full with a sexy office assistant, a favorite movie star client and a drag queen determined to save the world one lost runaway at a time. He can juggle all of it because he and his lover, FBI agent Rick Mohr, are finally together.

Rick’s transfer to Amethyst Cove puts him in charge of multiple operations. When one of Ian’s clients is targeted, it doesn’t take long for Ian to suspect the con artist is on an FBI watch list. With their cases overlapping, Ian and Rick are short on time. Together they set a trap and spring it before their suspect escapes.

Doing the job is easy but figuring out the relationship is tougher. Fitting their lives together isn’t without obstacles, but one thing is certain. On or off the case, Ian and Rick always get their man.
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CIRCLE OF STEEL

Contemporary gay romance
Book IV in Ian Coulter’s Amethyst Cove series



Private investigator Ian Coulter and his FBI partner Rick Mohr work hard and play harder. Making their relationship a priority is a challenge they willingly embrace. Life is better together, and when their cases overlap, it also gets pretty interesting.

An evening stroll turns deadly when a sniper targets Rick. Needing to be with his lover, Ian has to trust Rick’s team with the hunt for the shooter. As Rick heals tensions between the men escalate and some uncomfortable truths are revealed.

Ian gets a break in the case but the sniper proves to be elusive.  With the FBI conducting a manhunt in Amethyst Cove, Ian has to deal with his own man. It’ll take patience and some tough love to heal recent fractures and secure with a circle of steel the future he wants with Rick. 
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KC Kendricks

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Thursday, August 11, 2016

RELEASE DAY!

HEART OF A MOUNTAIN

Cade Creek 12

available now!

[Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]

John Aldrin Flores came to Cade Creek hoping to build a new life outside of the city. After landing a job at the Cade Creek Diner, Aldrin has a chance to meet many of the townspeople, but the one that interests him the most is the one that doesn't say anything. Determined to bring the gorgeous man out of his shell, Aldrin sets about showing Jonah Cade that there is life off his mountain top.

Jonah Cade's family founded Cade Creek. There is a legacy there he's not sure he can fulfill. After losing every member of his family in a horrific accident the same week he suffers the horrors of war at its worst, Jonah cracks. Moving to the top of his mountain and becoming a recluse is an act of pure self-preservation.

At the behest of his therapist, he goes into town once a week for church, supplies, and to have the Sunday special at the Cade Creek Diner. When his dinner comes with a kind word and a smile, Jonah starts to look outside his self-imposed exile, but will the danger stalking them tear them apart before Aldrin's smile wins Jonah over? And can Jonah learn to trust in people again before he loses Aldrin forever?

http://www.bookstrand.com/book/heart-of-a-mountain

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Impregnated Alpha


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Impregnated Alpha

A new male/male yaoi sci-fi mpreg romance by Yaoimila!!

The alphas of planet Hexor aren’t supposed to get pregnant.  Gruff mine-worker Harsen finds himself in a crisis, but it’s one that could open the door to the kind of love he never felt he deserved.  An mpreg sci-fi romance by the author of Hostile Taking!

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Excerpt ~

Chapter 1

A man crouched in the shadow next to Kemper’s chest closet.  He became aware of him after four months in the arctic cabin.  The man gave no threatening vibrations, so he was likely a beta, like Kemper, or from an alien race that had neither alphas nor betas.  Kemper felt no fear toward him.
He found that if he looked at the shadow the man would vanish.  Kemper could only see him from his side eye, so he made a point not to turn his head toward him. 
“Wonder if the air’s getting harder to breath in here,” Kemper said to his friend.  “Seems that way sometimes.  Stuffy.  Probably should change the filter on the intake.”
The man didn’t answer.   
Kemper snorted and stood, heading to the main vent of the sealed cabin.  Cabin was his Hexor word for the dwelling, but the structure had come from planet Duwasa.  The tiny domed building, seamless and perfectly apportioned for two men, had no word in their language.  He’d never seen anything like it before the Duwasa ‘Protectors of the Suffering’ group had gifted it to him.
It took him only ten steps to cross from one side of the dome to the other.  He popped off the shield to the vent and removed the filter.
“Yep.  Dusty as fuck.  Wonder if I should replace it or just rinse this thing out.  What do you think?”
Again, there was no answer.  Kemper scowled.  His last comment didn’t require a response, but this was a question.  If he was going to lurk in his home he may as well talk to him.
He sighed away his indignation and brought the filter to his sink.
Kemper watched the figure in the shadow with the corner of his eye while running the filter under a strong flow of clean drinkable water (of which he apparently had an endless supply).  Getting mad would have got him no where.  Maybe the guy was scared of him.  Wasn’t he an intruder?  Kemper squared his jaw while ringing out the filter. 
It was time to make a gesture. 
He prepared enough fern-rul egg powder for an extra omelet.  His small table had two chairs.  He set one omelet in front of the empty chair, and then sat across from it to eat his own.  Kemper focused on the food as he spoke.
“That’s for you.  Go on.  I know you’re hungry.”
He ate his meal in customary silence of the dwelling.  When he lifted his head he saw that the second omelet had gone cold.  Past it he saw the shadow beside his chest closet.  It was, as always, completely empty.
A burning ache struck Kemper’s chest.  Then tears grew heavy in the corners of his eyes.  He gave painful short sobs that caused his entire body to quake. 
“Oh, God.”
The upheaval of emotion couldn’t be staunched quickly.  He tried to resume his fantasy of companionship, but arid hopelessness filled him.
What the fuck did I get myself into?
“No,” he said, snuffling loudly.  “You did what you had to.  You had to get away from him.  You couldn’t…”  Emotion began to break in his voice.   “…couldn’t bear that monster’s young.”
More tears came, with sobs potent enough to make his shoulders grow tight. 
At his old depot he’d belonged to the lead alpha, Skrane.  The short but inordinately muscular brute defended his mating rights to him at least twice a day.  He grew disfigured from the fights, and seemed to blame that all on Kemper.  His sharp curses still wrung in the beta’s ears.  He was worthless, homely, pathetic—things Kemper were certain were not true in the beginning, but then became less certain as time went on.  When he tried to leave he was beaten to unconsciousness, then woke with pain that told him he’d been defiled while blacked out.
The Duwasa traders brought non-traders with them during a shipment pickup.  They said they couldn’t stand to see the abuse going on.  Kemper was shocked when their version of a beta, a female, took him aside and told him he didn’t deserve to be mistreated by Skrane.  It was a shock and then he felt like the black skies opened their light to his weary face.
She’s right.  I don’t deserve this.
He’d been beaten down so many years he’d forgotten his own worth.
She said she could hide him away from all alphas in the mountains.  He’d have a warm self-sustaining home that would keep him comfortable for the rest of his life.  They would resupply him as often as needed.  He wouldn’t have to suffer any longer.
“Yes, please!  Take me there.”  He got tearful just at the thought.
“Well, it won’t be right away.”  The small green-haired alien had a strange shape and swollen pectorals.  “We need to find another beta for you to live with.  It’s not easy—most have young, and that complicates things.  You don’t want to go by yourself or it will be too lonely for you.”
“I don’t care about that.  I’ll go alone.  Just get me the fuck out of here.”
The alien pursed her lips, but then nodded.  The sympathy he saw in her face struck him.  He hadn’t seen anything even close to that for so long.  “Of course.  I’ll make it happen.”
Four months had passed and finally he understood.  The agony Skrane had caused dulled in his mind, the nightmares came less frequently, but the current nightmare grew more extreme.  Loneliness was like a black void expanding from his middle.  It threatened to devour him.
He didn’t know how much more he could take.
Kemper went to his door and swung the lever to unlock it.  He wrenched the door open, a blast of icy wind shocking his body.
“Anybody!  Is there anyone!  Please!  Anyone!”
Frost stabbed at his cheeks.  He had to close the door. 
He crumbled in front of it, allowing his body to rock with new sobs.

Chapter 2

The next day he forced down some rehydrated stew with a packet of crackers.  He’d fallen into the numbness that usually followed a breakdown.  Now he no longer avoided looking at the shadow.  There was no one with him, but he was not insane.  If he could hold to his sanity even longer he’d consider that a small triumph.
He got the scent of an alpha and froze, the bite of food staying in his mouth unchewed.  Perhaps he’d established his sanity too hastily.
He swallowed and stood.  Two steps brought him to the vent.  He placed his face against it and inhaled a loud sniff.
If that’s not the scent of an alpha, then I really am going crazy.
He smelled one individual, still far off, perhaps by a mile.  Even at that distance he had the capability of discerning the scent.  It was a remnant of a skill used by their wild ancestors to breed, and was still routinely used by rural alphas. 
Kemper rubbed his hands over his face with a swell of panic.  He’d smelled him, he knew it, but it was impossible.  The nearest depot was over a hundred miles away.  There was nothing but the mountainous ice region surrounding him on all sides.  There couldn’t be an alpha out here.
He had to be hallucinating the smell.
This is a real bad sign, Kemper.
He sat back down to his half eaten meal trying to will himself not to smell the scent.  Knowing it was a hallucination was a sign of sanity, right?  He didn’t celebrate when he smelled it.  He took it for what it was.
As he continued debating himself the essence grew stronger.  He closed his eyes.  He could form a picture of the individual just from the scent.  A smaller alpha.  Weak from fatigue.  Tendrils of distress mired the masculine odor.  Then there was something else.  Kemper couldn’t tell what it was.  The marker hadn’t been on any other alpha he’d encountered before.
He continued sitting for long minutes, shaking his head.  
It’s not real.  It can’t be.
But if it was, the individual would almost be at his door.
Kemper’s legs made him stand without him willing them to.  Then he walked to the door.  His fingers closed around the lever, unlocking it.  He paused.  Sense had caught up to him.  What was he doing?
Kemper continued struggling with his face twisting in indecision.  Then he slid open the door.

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Monday, August 1, 2016

AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER!

HEART OF A MOUNTAIN

Cade Creek 12

PRE-ORDERTODAY!

AVAILABLE: Thursday, August 11th

[Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]

John Aldrin Flores came to Cade Creek hoping to build a new life outside of the city. After landing a job at the Cade Creek Diner, Aldrin has a chance to meet many of the townspeople, but the one that interests him the most is the one that doesn't say anything. Determined to bring the gorgeous man out of his shell, Aldrin sets about showing Jonah Cade that there is life off his mountain top.

Jonah Cade's family founded Cade Creek. There is a legacy there he's not sure he can fulfill. After losing every member of his family in a horrific accident the same week he suffers the horrors of war at its worst, Jonah cracks. Moving to the top of his mountain and becoming a recluse is an act of pure self-preservation.

At the behest of his therapist, he goes into town once a week for church, supplies, and to have the Sunday special at the Cade Creek Diner. When his dinner comes with a kind word and a smile, Jonah starts to look outside his self-imposed exile, but will the danger stalking them tear them apart before Aldrin's smile wins Jonah over? And can Jonah learn to trust in people again before he loses Aldrin forever?

http://www.bookstrand.com/book/heart-of-a-mountain

Monday, July 25, 2016

The Right Brew by KC Kendricks

THE RIGHT BREW
Book IX in the Men of Marionville collection
Contemporary gay romance
An All Romance eBooks Best Seller!



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Hollis Milnor didn’t think twice about moving to Marionville. His ailing cousin needed his help running his nightclub, Frolic, and Hollis needed to put some space between himself and an ex-boyfriend determined to make his life miserable. Management skills he has. Experience running a nightclub, not so much, but he’s a quick learner. 

Caleb Brewer is a steady, hard-working man establishing a microbrewery. He’s got a great product and demand for it is growing. When a new manager takes over the hottest nightclub in Marionville, Caleb is determined to maintain his prior arrangements.

What starts out as business quickly heats up the summer nights. Hollis hesitates, reluctant to step over the legal line. Caleb isn’t just a vendor. He works part-time at the nightclub. Becoming involved puts them both in murky waters, waters that become crystal clear when the past catches up with Hollis and puts everyone he loves in danger.   


EXCERPT

“Caleb. Come in and sit down.” I motioned at a chair. “Something wrong?”

He eased down in the wing chair and stretched out his long denim-encased legs. “Did we sorta get off on the wrong foot here? I can’t afford to have that happen.”

I gave him points for directness. He didn’t aim to come off as being abrupt. He simply kept everything right out front. I liked that.

“I know. It’s my fault, Caleb, and I’m sorry. I’m here to manage the nightclub, not get personally involved with any of the men working within the business end of things.”

He studied me for a moment, and then nodded. “Fair enough. I thought that might be it, but I wanted to be sure that’s all it was. Now I need to ask you this.” He took a deep breath. “Would you like to have dinner with me tonight? I’d like to talk about some business.”

He would, would he? I admit getting involved with the hired help wasn’t a good idea and he comes back with an invitation to dinner?

We could talk ideas and possibilities for our respective ventures right now. We didn’t need food, wine and the privacy of a crowded restaurant, but what better way to learn more about him? A wave of goosebumps fluttered over my back.

“I guess I do need to eat sometime.”

His blue gaze locked on mine. “I think I like that you had to consider it. Too much impulse can lead a man astray.”

Oh, hell, yeah. “Is that where you’d like to go? Astray?”

A smile teased the corner of his mouth. His eyes sparkled with humor. “I’ve been there before so I know which road not to take.”

“Same here. Tell me something. How long have you been connected with Frolic?”

“Not long. Maybe a year. Why?”

I grinned at him. “You might have information useful to me.”

He rolled his eyes and lifted his gaze to the ceiling. “And that, Caleb Brewer, is why the man agreed to have dinner with you.”

 I chuckled. “Talk to yourself often, do you? I like to keep things above board, too. So, yeah, I’m going to ask you a bunch of questions, but I think I’ll really enjoy having dinner with you.”

“I get it, and it’s okay. So how about I meet you about seven o’clock? At The Wharf? It’s the best place in town.”

“I’ve heard about the place. Give me your phone number in case something happens and I can’t get away on time. I can at least let you know I’m running late and why.”

We exchanged cell numbers and he held his hand out as he stood to leave. I reached out and his fingers closed around mine. The shock of his warm palm against mine turned my arm to lead. He let go of me.

“It’s not a date, Hollis. Not if you don’t want it to be.”

He walked out of the office while I stood watching his retreating backside. It wasn’t until he’d disappeared I realized I rather wished it were.   

KC Kendricks

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Finger's Breadth the Audiobook - Out Now!

(from M.Christian's Queer Imaginings)


This is beyond cool: the great folks at WordWooze Publishing has just released a complete audiobook of my queer/horror/erotic/thriller/Scifi novel Finger’s Breadth (and the ebook version is also available from Sizzler Editions).

You can pick up the audiobook here and the ebook here.

Erotic. Terrifying. Fascinating. Disturbing. Intriguing. Haunting…. You have never listened to a book like Finger’s Breadth.

The cutter is haunting the streets of near-future San Francisco, drugging random queer men and amputating the tip of their little finger.

But so much worse than this brutality is how fear transforms the city, revealing the inescapable nature of society…and the darkest depths of human sexuality.

“It is not that hard to come up with an idea that can be turned into a horror story and that is why horror has been part of the folklore of America and why these stories are so popular on camp-outs as we sit around a campfire. To successfully do this, we need a combination of characters and plot but more important than all else is a novel way to relate the story. For me that is the definition of M.Christian. This book is unlike anything I have read before and I suspect that it will stay with me for quite a while.” (Amos Lassen)

“Finger’s Breadth may well rank as one of the most psychologically astute erotic novels since Leopold von Sacher-Masoch’s Venus in Furs, and it deserves to be just as widely read.” (Circlet Press)

Monday, July 18, 2016

AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER:


RACE AGAINST TIME

Cade Creek 11
AVAILABLE: Thursday, July 28th

[Erotic Alternative Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, HEA]

Racine Tuff just wanted to get back to the safety of Cade Creek. With a date gone wrong and a psycho hunting him, being safe seemed like a dream. When he's met at the airport by a couple of sexy firemen, trusting them is easier than he thought it would be, but is his trust misplaced?

Vincent Rizzo has loved Ari since the moment they met. Wanting the man in his life, he readily agrees to Ari's stipulations, even if they are a little weird. As time passes, he finds himself looking for that third man to be with them as well. When he arrives in the form of a battered and abused man who jumps at his own shadow, can Vinnie set aside his longing for a threesome long enough to insure Race's safety?

Ari Kadin has always known his desires were odd even for a gay man, or so he thought until he falls for another fireman. Vinnie convinces him that his desires are perfectly normal. Still hesitant, Ari doesn't know what to make of the instant desire he feels for the abused man they pick up from the airport. Race comes with a dangers that threaten all of them. Is having his dream relationship worth losing what he already has?

Monday, July 4, 2016

KC Kendricks - Eye of the Beholder

July 4, 2016

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
Contemporary gay romance
Available now at Amazon, All Romance eBooks and other online book sellers.






Some neighbors share more than others...

Andy Madison is city born and bred. Filling in for a friend at a coffee shop, Andy meets Ben Hardin and sparks fly. They spend a long, lazy Sunday afternoon together to get to know each other, and when they decide to let nature take its course, they go to Ben’s cozy apartment.

Ben’s taking his time becoming acclimated to his new life in the big city. He’s got a great job he loves, he’s making new friends, and his starter apartment has the most incredible views a young man could dream of. Ben’s discovered there’s more to admire than the arts, music and architecture. All he has to do is look out his window and across the narrow alley.

Andy thinks he’s seen it all living in the Big Apple, but what he spies through Ben’s window is something that can only be enjoyed by the eye of the beholder...

INTRO:

I'd chosen to sleep on the side of the bed beside the one and only window in the apartment. I might have made a different decision if the window faced east, but it didn't. I peered out through the streaky glass at the glow of the city lights and wondered if I'd someday make enough money to have a real view. The surprising, and scary, answer to that musing was I actually might. My employer recognized my talent.

I was just about to tuck my toes under the sheet when for no real reason a movement on the other side of the narrow alley drew my attention. I yawned as the lights in the apartment across the way and down a story went out. The lower half of the window rose about six to eight inches and a pair of male hands set a block to keep it from falling closed. The hands, now unseen, pushed the sheer curtains apart to allow what little breeze stirred this night entrance to his room. Naked, he flopped down on his bed, his back arched as he stretched his arms over his head.

Why I didn't crawl between the sheets and go to sleep will forever remain a mystery. I never aspired to be a peeping Tommy. I might watch a little gay porn now and again, but what poor deprived country boy hadn't resorted to the joys of the Internet to get by until they could find a real man? That didn't make me a pervert. Unlike a few of the tricks I'd had since arriving in lower Manhattan, I didn't even like to have sex in public places. But in the blink of an eye I became a voyeur.

I suppose I was surprised to be able to see him so clearly, but I didn’t give it much thought. Hell, who could think? Not me. I could only watch and ache as my cock swelled.
He was beautiful. His face was shrouded in shadow, but the city lights revealed his lean, toned body in all its well-formed splendor, cast in liquid silver. He stretched a second time, and I longed to trail my fingertips over the long lines of his torso. I cupped my balls and settled them in a more comfortable position, then stroked my shaft. Arousal teased my nerve endings before it shrieked through me as the man on the bed ran his hands over his thighs.

The inside of my thighs prickled. I soothed the skin, rubbing gently. The hair on my legs was rough under my palms. Were his thighs dusted with hair, or did he have a darker pelt like mine? I followed his path as he caressed the softer skin where leg blended to hip, sliding my fingertips down the valley and in alongside my sac. My dick throbbed, but until he stroked the dark rod that rested on his pale abdomen, I couldn’t give in to the temptation to reach for relief.

I groaned as the man flipped over onto his belly and wiggled his hips, the perfect muscular mounds of his buttocks alabaster in the starlight. He spread his legs, knees well apart. How could he do that to me?

EXCERPT:

...Andy was sorta cute. I could invite him to a movie this afternoon and see what he said. It was one sure way to find out which team he batted for. “When do you get off, Andy?”

A smile played at his lips as he cocked his head to the left and raised his eyebrow. “Usually about midnight every night, one way or the other.”

I bet I looked stupid with my mouth hanging open. A wide grin split his face, then he laughed, a low, happy sound that said he was pleased to have rendered me speechless. Andy sobered, at least a little.

“Are you attempting to ask me out?”

I gripped my coffee cup for dear life as I gathered my wits. “I’m not sure now. I think you might need to go home and get some sleep.”

He leaned forward and brushed his knuckles across mine. “I don’t like to sleep alone, Ben.”

The smooth, silky way he said my name made me shiver, but I’m sure he intended that I would. Heart thudding unevenly in my chest, I met his gaze.

“Me neither, Andy, and I happen to be free around midnight.” I didn’t add that if we went to my place I’d make damn sure my curtains were safety-pinned closed.

He leaned forward again. “Tell you what. Give me your cell phone number and I’ll call you when my shift is finally over.”

“That’ll work. We can figure out what happens between now and midnight then.”

Andy smiled and shoved the rest of his muffin in his mouth as another customer hustled in out of the rain.

“Be right with you,” he called out as he stood. “I don’t know how long I’ll be, but I’ll call. Swear.”

“I need to head home to make myself all sexy, so you do what you have to do.”

He flashed me a parting grin and slipped behind the counter, then schmoozed with the new arrival. It was in my mind to wait a while before leaving, but the rain suddenly eased. Within minutes, the coffee shop was full of people. I cleared the little table and made a strategic exit. I saw no point in trying to distract him from his work just to say goodbye. A certain level of maturity was called for in these situations, or so I told myself.

On the other hand, I had a hookup for today that had a lot of potential. Andy was a friendly, charming fellow. Maybe I’d end up with a fuck buddy, which would be fine with me. What lonely fellow on his own in the big, bad city couldn’t use one of those from time-to-time?

As predicted, the rain kicked the humidity up yet another notch. Everything from the streetlights to the trees to building canopies dripped, but my trusty umbrella kept my newspaper dry. The apartment was stifling when I opened the door, but then the air conditioning cycled on. I toed off my shoes and settled at the table to finish my almost cold coffee and leaf through the paper. If Andy did call, I didn’t want to spend the entire day in bed.

Unless, of course, he could get it up more times in an afternoon than I was capable of doing. That would be a game changer, not to mention it would impress the hell out of me.

The paper yielded a few possible activities. I circled them, put on a fresh pot of coffee, and took a fast shower. It was almost eleven o’clock when Andy finally called. He wanted to dash home for a shower and suggested we meet at the Port Authority Bus Terminal on 42nd Street at one o’clock.

There was a movie he wanted to see, his treat, then we could get an early dinner, nothing fancy, my treat. After that, we’d see how the evening shaped up. It sounded like a perfect afternoon, and I quickly agreed.

It didn’t take long for me to get nervous. I liked Andy and I didn’t want to screw up a simple date, but what if he was the clingy sort? I wasn’t looking for forever, just a good time tonight. If I got a different vibe from him, I’d have to make my intentions clear without hurting his feelings.

Nothing like getting ahead of myself. Jeez. And to keep from doing it again, I decided to wear a white T-shirt and jeans. Simple, yet sexy, with the message today was about fun.

Or maybe something else was already in the cards.

Andy greeted me with a kiss...


EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
Contemporary gay romance
Available now at Amazon, All Romance eBooks and other online book sellers.

KC Kendricks
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