KC Kendricks calls herself an accidental writer. After completing her first novel writing as Rayne Forrest, she was urged to submit it to a publisher, and everything snowballed from there. Today, the author has had over seventy books published. The author does not use AI in the creation of her books or the book covers.
In May of 2022, she "retired" from her day job, moving from being an Administrative Assistant to an Administrative Consultant. She says it sounds grand, but the job is basically answering emails to her protégé as she becomes acquainted with all aspects of the job.
A native of scenic western Maryland, the author enjoys most activities that don't include snow. In warm weather she might be found walking the dog, biking on the C&O Canal towpath, planting delicacies in her garden for the deer to munch on at night, playing in the creek, or lazing on the patio with her ebook reader or laptop.
She recently began to research her family history and can't drive past a cemetery without stopping to search for family sites. Her mission is to photograph old tombstones before the elements erode the stones and the names are lost to time.
For more about KC Kendricks and Rayne Forrest's writing life, please visit the Between the Keys blog at http:kckendricks.blogspot.com .
If you'd like to know more about the author's country lifestyle and her daily activities full of simple country pleasures (and a lot of work), please visit the Holly Tree Manor blog at http://hollytreemanor.blogspot.com . And for dog lovers, there is Deuce's Day – life seen through the eyes of KC's black Lab, Deuce (http://deucesday.blogspot.com)
KC finds YouTube a fascinating place and has recently uploaded a few short videos of life in the country. She hopes to do more in the future. Her channel is called The Hideaway Between the Keys. https://www.youtube.com/KCKendricks
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The Men of Marionville
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The sequel to A Hard Habit to Break
***No AI was used to create this story***
Tyler Phillips enjoys his small town life. He'll never get rich working the family business, but he knows there's more to a man than the size of his bank account. Easing into mid-life, Tyler's restless for something he can't find in the little borough of Easton – male companionship.
Noel Springs got caught up in the economic downturn. His job gone, and retirement a lot of years in the future, Noel decides to take a long drive and see some of the country before dedicating himself to finding new employment. The open road is just what he needs right now.
When his car overheats outside the little town of Easton, Noel discovers the local mechanic is hotter than his radiator, and just as eager to blow off some steam.
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"Nice car. How far back did the trouble start?"
He leaned inside and pulled the release lever. Little lines crinkled at the corners of his eyes as he smiled. "About forty-one years."
I grinned at him, already liking his sense of humor as I lifted the hood. A wave of steam engulfed us. I hastily closed my eyes and stepped back to keep the antifreeze-laden vapor from leaving a film on my contact lenses. "Come inside. We'll let that cool down so I can take a look at her."
"You're going to tell me it's the radiator, aren't you?" His clear tenor held just a trace of the west as he followed me into what passed as a reception area and office combined. I opened the soft drink case.
"What would you like, on the house? And don't panic yet." Based on the way the steam smelled, I suspected his radiator would be fine, but what was inside it was not.
"Too late. I panicked about five miles ago when the temperature gauge shot up. You can't imagine how relieved I was to see your sign. I'll take coffee, if you have it."
I popped the cap and handed him a cola. "Sorry. It's a little late in the day for any to be left in the pot." I grinned at him. "And I hear that a lot about my strategically placed sign out there on the Interstate."
His grey gaze held my hazel one captive as I held out my hand to him. "Tyler Phillips, owner-operator."
Strong fingers closed around mine, holding my hand a moment too long for politeness. "Noel Springs, stranded motorist."
Título : Open Roads
EAN : 9781524214333
Editorial : White Deer Enterprises/White Deer Books
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