Monday, March 17, 2014

Bored, Stroked and Blueprinted by KC Kendricks

Bored, Stroked and Blueprinted by KC Kendricks
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As a boy, Mick Ambrose fell in love with cars. Now he owns and operates an auto restoration shop specializing in all things American Muscle. When the black 1969 Camaro Z/28 he years ago dubbed Onyx pulls into his garage, Mick forgets his first love in favor of her driver, Logan Gregg. Mick’s interested and cruises Logan at a speed worthy of the car he drives.

Logan Gregg’s plan to avoid entanglements in his life drives away when he stops at American Muscle to ask a few questions about restoring the Z/28 he inherited from his uncle. The owner of the shop is smooth as a well-tuned V-8 engine and twice as hot. Logan is quick to shift gears and take a closer look at Mick Ambrose and the road ahead. When Mick wants to get too close, too fast, Logan backs off. His past holds painful memories he can’t escape and the tattoos on his arms aren’t just for decoration.

Working on the Z/28 brings the men closer, but Mick makes a mistake when he confesses his knowledge of the past Logan wants to keep buried. Mick knows a man has to settle his past to step into his future, but Logan’s unconvinced. To slay his personal demon, he’ll first have to look it in the eye. 

Logan stared at me for the longest ten seconds of my life. He slumped against the Camaro and banged his head on the edge of the hood.
The man had a truly extensive knowledge of all words profane in the English language. I put my hands on my hips.
“You want me to see if you’re bleeding?”
He glared at me so I shrugged and went back to removing the battery I’d loaned him. I sensed him watching me but I didn’t say anything. I hoped he would speak and he finally did.
“I’m sorry, Mick.”
I set the battery on the cart and picked up the new one. “You said that already.”
“I meant it both times, okay?”
What did he expect me to say? What should I say? I tightened down the battery cables. “Start the car so we can check this out.”
The Camaro started with a roar. The lights flashed, then the turn signals. I closed the hood and made a swiping motion across my throat and the powerful engine stilled. He sat in the car, head down. I climbed into the passenger seat and slid it back to get comfortable. Logan glanced at me.
“Wanna go get a beer?”
“Maybe later after we talk. What kind of money do you want to spend on this car?”
“The money isn’t the problem, Mick. It’s me and people.”
I should have pounced on that but I let it go in the hope it would drive him nuts if I didn’t. I’d allow him to think himself in circles until he had to explain what he meant to keep his brain from overheating. Maybe it was time to test the water with him. I put my hand on his knee. The corner of his mouth twitched.
“Is that hand how you’re gonna come on to me?”
My heart beat faster. He hadn’t brushed me away. “It’s less of a start than I’d like, Logan.”
He sighed. “I’m not a good risk, Mick. I might wake up tomorrow and decide Warren County is no longer my home.”
Who hadn’t thought of chucking it all and walking away? I had, many times. No one was immune to the lure of a fresh start free of the baggage of family, ex-lovers and mountains of mistakes. It was more difficult to stay put and re-invent one’s self and some people didn’t have the strength for it. Some had been beaten down too much by circumstances. I couldn’t say that to him for fear he’d realize I knew about him, and judged him, which I didn’t.
“So sell me the car today. I’ll pay cash.”
Very slowly Logan turned his head and looked at me, one eyebrow raised. “Seriously? You really need to learn how to cruise a guy because, friend, you suck at it.”
“Who says I’m cruising you?”
“That hand sneaking up my thigh.”

KC Kendricks

Sunday, March 2, 2014

The Escort: At the Lake House by Parker Linn

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As a professional escort, Ryan James’ job is to service his clients, be it simply to accompany them
somewhere socially or to provide more intimate services.

Lately, Ryan has been feeling restless. He’s long overdue for a vacation, and when former client Patrick Armstrong asks Ryan to babysit his friend, Simon, who is suffering the aftermath of a bad breakup, Ryan jumps at the chance.

But what starts as a working vacation at Patrick’s country retreat in upstate New York takes a sudden and unexpected turn when Simon makes Ryan an offer he can’t refuse...


I woke abruptly, heart pounding fiercely in my chest, as a cold body pressed to mine and even colder hands clutched my shoulders, holding on for dear life. My sleep-fogged brain supplied a name—Simon. It had to be Simon.

“He’s here! Ryan, please wake up. Bo is here! He’s trying to get into the house!”

Simon’s words turned my blood to ice water.

“What time is it?”

Someone was trying to break into the place and my first question was about the time? I glanced at the clock and discovered it was midnight. I wrapped my arms around his shaking frame and listened intently. The storm was past and I didn’t hear any odd noises from below. I rubbed his back. I didn’t want to notice how smooth his skin was or that his hair was like silk against my cheek, but I did.

“Simon. Were you downstairs? Did you see him?” If there was anyone, surely the houseman was equipped to deal with it.

He sniffled a couple of times and burrowed closer to me. “I don’t know. Maybe I was dreaming. It was just so real.”

I held him tighter, which was difficult since my muscles had turned to jelly in relief. I’m not a fighter, or even a brawler. Physically taking on a crazy ex-boyfriend wasn’t something I’d be good at.

“I’m so sorry, Ryan. I’m such a pussy.”

“No, you’re not. You’ve been through a bad breakup and the storm didn’t help.”

“Can I stay here with you tonight? No sex, or anything. Just so I’m not alone.”

I took a deep breath and agreed. Keeping him company was why I was here. I moved over to give him more room and then settled the covers over each of us. I offered him my shoulder and he rested his head on it. I hoped he’d go to sleep so I could forget about how damn good he smelled. Every breath I took was laden with the scent of a vanilla musk that didn’t hide the rich fragrance of warm male skin. He wasn’t going to sleep any faster than I was.



“Do you want to talk about what happened with Bo?”

“No.” His hand slid across my chest to cover my nip. “You look good in swim trunks.”

I knew where this was headed and I didn’t mind one damn bit. “Thanks. Try to go to sleep.”

“I might need a little help.” Simon’s hand skimmed over my belly to cup my balls. “You sleep in the nude.”

“Well, I did tonight.” He was nude, too. I guided his hand back up to the center of my chest, but he refused to be deterred.
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The Escort:At the Lake House by Parker Linn

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