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romance novels, gay fiction and gay literature including gay males, gay love, and gay sex.
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|Praise for the writing of
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KC Kendricks never
-- Fallen Angel Reviews
"..beautifully moving in all the
right places...KC Kendricks
gives us a well-crafted tale"
- The Romance Studio
"Good to the last word...."
- Sensual Reads
..."Seriously entertaining and
- Joyfully Reviewed
Stacy James survived a life-shattering accusation to become a
successful businessman with a lot to offer a partner. He's finally
put his ghosts to rest, and is ready for someone in his life, if the
right man comes along.
Young and wild, ace mechanic Levi Wright builds engines made
for speed. When Levi's volatile temper lands him nose-to-nose
with trouble, Stacy ignores his own rules and steps in to save
Levi from making a big mistake. But Stacy can't ignore Levi's
smoldering sexuality as the younger man then pursues him.
And Levi has made it clear he's out to get his man.
No One But You
Lovers Stacy James and Levi Wright keep their relationship hot
and spicy by enjoying the little things in life. Levi welcomes Stacy
home from a business trip by delighting his partner with a quick
trick in the men’s room of a local pool hall. An offhand comment
by a stranger cools Stacy’s ardor, and sets in motion a chain
reaction that rocks the very foundation of Levi’s world. He’s never
cheated on Stacy, but Stacy has sudden doubts.
On his own, Levi is tested in his discoveries – about Stacy, their
relationship, and about the kind of man he wants to be. One thing
he knows for certain. He’s not losing Stacy over a careless
whisper that isn’t true, but will the only man he’ll ever love forgive
his angry words?
Stacy made the worst mistake of his life telling his lover to find
another place to sleep. Levi might be younger, but he’s a man,
with a man’s pride. Stacy draws on all his experience to walk a
road full of detours and pitfalls to meet Levi halfway, and bring
him home. Because for Stacy, there’s no one but Levi.
Dalton makes Reed tingle in all the right places.
Now Reed is ready to answer the question that
has haunted his every failed relationship. Is he
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.
Read more about Surrendered Victory here.
…His hand rested on the table, palm down, relaxed. The pale band around his wrist where he normally
wore a watch showed off his suntan. Slowly, he rolled his hand over. Anyone watching wouldn’t think a
thing about the small gesture, so easy and natural as he did it. But I knew it for what it really was.
Invitation. Promise. Please.
My own personal Rubicon lay before me. The line that once crossed changed worlds. What was would
cease and what was to be would come to life with the touch of that hand, and I trembled in the face of it.
Always before I’d shied away from this moment, running from the commitment the acceptance of truth
would bring to my door. There would be no more denials, no more flight. If I crossed my Rubicon, I would
be forever changed.
The freedom that beckoned took my breath away in much the same orgasmic way Dalton did…