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.
In July of 2021, she tried to retire but her employer offered her a deal to work at home. She accepted. Now she balances work, writing, and hearth and home in a controlled chaos.
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 Kindle 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 .
KC can be reached through her blog, Between the Keys. All comments are strictly moderated by the author and personal messages are treated as such.
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Austin Michaels accepts his brother's standing invitation for a Caribbean vacation at his island resort. Some time in the sun is just what he needs to map out a plan for his future. He gets lucky and meets a handsome teacher willing to have a little vacation fling with, as long as they can keep things fun.
Steve Guthrie's secret longings have haunted him all his life. It's time to face his questions and find the truth of who he really is beyond a staid college professor. His love of the sea prompts him to take a vacation at a Caribbean hide-a-way for relaxation and reflection. A sexy stranger with a tattoo tempts Steve to abandon his plans, enticing him to share a vacation romp.
Now Steve's the student in a high stakes class of one, and to pass the course, he has to tame his very own Triton.
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I rounded the corner and stopped. Austin sat on the edge of the stone planter box, feet dangling, clutching a brown paper bag with the neck of a wine bottle sticking out the top.
"Surprise," Austin said meekly, holding up his offering.
Raising my eyebrow, I held my hand out for the bottle. It was an expensive label, one I'd always wanted to try, but shied away from because of its cost. What did he do for a living that he could afford it?
"What surprise? That you're half an hour early and waiting on me? Wrong. It's no surprise at all." I swiped my keycard and opened the door. Austin didn't move. "Are you coming in?"
He hopped off the planter and followed me inside to the obscene luxury of the suite. I'd really splurged on my accommodations, or so I thought. That bottle Austin had said maybe I was in the slum section of the resort.
My little suite had a king-size bed with linens so soft and smooth that last night I easily imagined I slept on clouds. An amazing spa bathroom housed a tub big enough for four large men, a gas fireplace for when you were hosting a party in that fiberglass pool, and a shower with twelve—count 'em twelve—pulsating showerheads. Total climate control was possible, or all the windows and skylights opened to allow the breeze through. The high-definition television had a satellite hookup with a full sports channel package, and an equally state-of-the-art sound system provided the complete spectrum of music at the push of a few buttons.
I also had a copy of the extensive wine list and menu, and nowhere did that high-end winery appear.
"So, Austin, where'd you get the wine?"
His mouth dropped open, and the hand not clutching the bottle clutched at his chest. "Wine? I gasp at the audacity of your words! This is not just wine—it's the nectar of the gods."
"I've heard about this Bordeaux, you know. Is this part of some after-dinner seduction plan?"
Austin tilted his head and flashed me a sly grin. "Don't you want to be seduced?"
Título : Taming Triton
EAN : 9781533703460
Editorial : White Deer Enterprises/White Deer Books
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