Sunday, September 29, 2013

Seven Folders for Autumn, by KC Kendricks


As I compose this blog entry, it’s a rainy Saturday morning (September 21, 2013). The rain is no surprise since the autumnal equinox happens tomorrow at 4:44 PM - the official start of autumn. On an equinox, night and day are of equal length on both Northern and Southern hemispheres.  Here in western Maryland, you can also count on rain. It’s a bit of weather wisdom my grandparents on both sides imparted to me and it has proven to be correct. So what does one do on a rainy day? Many things!

 

Last weekend I had a private mini writing retreat on my patio with those folders. I created character bios and rough plots. One or two even got the first draft of the cover blurb. I haven’t been able to keep my hands off the folders. They’ve been fondled and caressed more than my partner this week, just don’t tell him that!

 

Those seven folders represent the next year or so of my writing life. Maybe even longer. If I’m working on a story and it slows for me, I switch off to another. Sometimes a new, hot idea won’t be denied and it lands on top of the pile. However it happens, the stories get written. I’m happy to have a direction in which to write and options on getting there.

 

But like always, I don’t look forward without remembering where I’ve been. It’s good to keep in mind what works really well, and a story that does is Highway Nights. It seems appropriate to highlight this story as autumn gives us more night hours. Enjoy!

 

KC

 

 

 

HIGHWAY NIGHTS by KC Kendricks

ISBN: 978-1-61124-169-3

Buy link: http://www.amberallure.com/HighwayNights.html

 

Garrett Webb has a five-point plan for starting his own business. To keep it on track, he takes a second job and settles into the evening delivery run between Owensville and Mt. Franklin. The solitude of being on the road clears his head and enables him to chart a better future for himself. When a foggy night sends him to the safety of The Downshift Diner and its owner, Oliver Sanderson, that future takes an unforeseen turn.

 

Oliver Sanderson enjoys a quiet life along the lonely stretch of highway that’s home to his diner. The road brings all manner of interesting souls to his door. When Garrett Webb steps out of the fog seeking shelter, his openness and honestly draws Oliver’s interest. He’s ready to take the next step, but needs to be cautious. Trouble is coming to the diner, and Oliver wants Garrett clear of it.  

 

Good intentions can’t hold out against their budding attraction. Garrett makes the diner a regular stop during his nightly run, and the men get better acquainted. But Garrett’s past isn’t done with him. In a single heart-stopping moment, Garrett is forced to a decision that risks Oliver’s life – one that could forever end their highway nights.

 

An excerpt from Highway Nights:

 

Oliver grinned and stopped in front of him.

“Happy to see me?”

Garrett glanced down. “As happy as you appear to be. Can a guy get a soda to go in this joint?”

Oliver shook his head. “I’ve better at the house. Let me tell Shirl and Billy not to call me unless it’s an emergency.” He disappeared into the kitchen, and sauntered back out in less than thirty seconds. Oliver motioned at the front entrance. “Let’s go.”

Garrett turned and held the door open for Oliver. “What constitutes an emergency?”

“Someone is bleeding, choking, or keels over all the way to the floor.” He placed his hand on the small of Garrett’s back and guided him around the corner of the building.

Garrett leaned closer to the warmth of Oliver’s body. “Not fire?”

“That’s what the firemen are for. Call ‘em. Besides, I like fireman. Don’t you?”

“Sure. Big, burly men turn me on.” Garrett stroked Oliver’s well-formed bicep. Oliver laughed softly and backed Garrett against the rear wall of the diner, out of sight from the clientele and staff.

“To each, their own.”

Garrett grasped Oliver’s hips and yanked him against him. He held him there and soaked up the heat from Oliver’s body. The corner of his mouth quirked in a small smile.

“So, am I going to have to beg you to kiss me again?”

Oliver ran his thumb over Garrett’s lower lip. He swallowed, the muscles in his throat moving. “Garrett. Be sure you want this. Don’t lead me on then tell me to stop.”

“I came for this, Oliver.”

Something dark and unsettled sparked in Oliver’s eyes. “Don’t get too attached to me, either, boy.”

“I’m horny. I want to fuck you, not marry you.”

Oliver leaned in, his breath warm on Garrett’s moist lips. In the back of his mind, Garrett registered surprise at Oliver’s reticence but he’d ponder it later. He shifted forward and touched his lips to Oliver’s.

Need burst through him, a siren song in his blood that built as Oliver’s tongue licked into his in a bold stroke. The larger man pressed his body to the sun-warmed bricks, pinning him, his pelvis grinding against Garrett’s in a mock taking. Garrett thrust his tongue into the heat of Oliver’s mouth. Back and forth they tested, well matched, as the world spun behind his closed eyes. Suddenly breathless, Garrett tore his lips from Oliver’s. Oliver rested his forehead to his, breathing hard.

“You should go home, Garrett.”

 
KC Kendricks
 
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