Thursday, July 28, 2016

Author Of The Month - K.C. Wells - Grand Finale

Welcome to our Grand Finale celebrations for the outstandingly talented 

In our final post, we'll talk about A Bond Of Three, First, and Debt, three standalone novels, with excerpts. We'll also have a Q&A session with K.C, and at the very bottom there'll be one more chance to win.

First up, A Bond Of Three:


In the kingdom of Teruna, the red-cloaked Seruani teach the Terunans the art of love. Taken from their homes at seventeen to be trained, they are shunned as outcasts by society and considered the lowest of the low. So when Prince Tanish falls in love with the Seruan Feyar, the man who took his virginity and the only one to share his bed, he is not about to declare that love. No one can ever know, because the consequences would be too painful to consider for both of them.

When the king of Vancor visits Teruna, he promises that his son, Prince Sorran, will marry Prince Tanish to solidify the alliance between the two kingdoms, with the proviso that the virginal Sorran is instructed in the art of pleasing his husband-to-be. When Tanish’s father chooses Feyar to be this instructor, the lovers decide Prince Sorran must be taught that this is to be a marriage in name only….

A resentful prince, unwilling to share his lover.

A resentful Seruan, unwilling to share his prince.

And the shy prince whose very nature sparks changes in the lives of all those around them.

Teruna is about to change forever.


 “Where were you?”
Tanish swung around. Feyar was standing in the open window, his cashor already wrapped around him. Those blue eyes regarded him steadily, no trace of a smile.
Whatever I do, it seems I cannot win. I hurt them both.
We must talk, my terushan.” He went swiftly to Feyar and held out his hand to lead him to the bed.
Feyar arched his eyebrows. “And this talking shall take place in bed?” He sniffed the air and his eyes grew round. “You were with Sorran. I can smell him on you.” His nostrils flared and his lips pressed together.
There was no mistaking his reaction.
With a groan Tanish tugged him to the bed and pushed him to sit. “This is why we need to talk.” He knelt on the fur rug before Feyar. “The first time you met Sorran, you felt guilty, did you not? As if your being with him was a betrayal?” Feyar stared and then gave a short nod. “And I admit it, I was jealous. The thought of the two of you together tortured me.”
Feyar’s expression eased. “Oh, my corishan.” He moved as if to embrace Tanish.
Tanish held up his hand. “And last night I found Sorran weeping. We did that, you and I. We avoided him and left him alone, a young man far from home and those who love him.” He watched Feyar’s reaction. His face flushed, and Tanish nodded. “Yes, now you feel as guilty as I. He was so lonely, my terushan. It made my heart ache to see him. And when I kissed him….” He closed his eyes, the memory stirring his blood.
Feyar let out a long, drawn-out breath.
Tanish opened his eyes and shook his head slowly. “We cannot continue thus. Both of us jealous when the other spends time with him, both of us gnawed inside by guilt.”
Feyar got to his feet and paced across the room, wringing his hands. “Then what are we to do? For if this continues, we shall all be in torment.” There was pain in his eyes. “Tanish, we torture ourselves in this way. You are to marry him in twenty-six days time. He will be a part of your life, political marriage or not.” He swallowed. “I can no longer hate him, my corishan, not now I have met him. How could anyone hate that sweet youth? But I cannot bear the thought of you sharing a bed with him.”
And the thought of you touching him, making love to him….” Tanish shuddered. “I fear it will drive me mad.” He stood facing Feyar, a space between them.
It is as if Sorran stands there, invisible to the eye but making his presence felt, the three of us forming a trinity of….
Tanish froze, the image in his head so vivid that it took his breath away. By the Maker, why did I not think of this?
He shook himself and met Feyar’s concerned gaze. Tanish smiled. They had been so blind, both of them. The answer had been there all the time.
There is a solution.”

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Second in today's line-up, First:


It’s taken Tommy Newsome a while to get his head around being gay.

Growing up in a small town in Georgia, hasn’t prepared him for the more liberal life of a student at the university in Athens. Add to that the teachings of his parents and his church, and you have one shy young man who feels out of his depth. Working on his daddy’s farm hasn’t given him any chance of a social life, certainly not one like the clubs of Atlanta have on offer. Not that Tommy feels comfortable when he gets to sample it—Momma’s lectures still ring loudly inside his head.
All that changes when he goes to his first gay bar and sets eyes on Mike Scott.

When Mike’s not behind the bar at Woofs, he’s busy with his life as adult entertainer Scott Masters. Twenty years in the industry and the times, they are a-changing. Mike’s not had much luck in the relationship department, but as his mom is fond of telling him, you keep fishing in the same pond, you’re gonna reel in the same kind of fish. Maybe it’s time for a change.

And then a beautiful young man asks Mike to be his first….


A lesson in what you get for cheating at Scrabble

Gonna put you over my knee and paddle your ass for that,” Mike said, rising to his feet and making a show of rolling back his shirtsleeves. That grin of his hadn’t budged an inch.

In spite of his racing heartbeat, Tommy chuckled. “You gotta catch me first.” He stood up slowly, trying to work out what Mike would do next. Tommy edged around the table, his gaze trained on Mike. “An’ who says I’m gonna let you whup my ass, even if you do catch me, papaw?” He grinned. “I’m bigger ’n’ you.” He started to back away carefully from the table, unsure of his footing but not daring to take his eyes off Mike.

Mike laughed. “Yeah, but I’m faster.” Suddenly he lunged toward Tommy, hands ready to grab him. Tommy squealed, turned—and went flying over the arm of the couch, to land on the seat cushions with a whump. Mike yelled out a triumphant, gleeful shout and dived on top of him, those fingers going to work immediately, pulling up Tommy’s sweater and T-shirt and tickling his ribs.

Arrgh, Mike, no!” Tommy yelled, squirming, but there was no way to escape the torture when Mike’s weight was pinning him to the couch. He tried to heave Mike off, but damn, he was stronger than Tommy had reckoned on.

Ha! You thought I’d forgotten you were ticklish? Fat chance.” Mike let his fingers dance over Tommy’s abs until Tommy was crying and laughing, all at the same time. Mike’s eyes sparkled. “You had enough yet? Huh?” All the while he kept up the remorseless assault. “Ready to say ‘uncle’?”

Tommy could hardly see for the tears streaming down his face. “Uh-uh!” He didn’t know how much more he could take. Mike paused, and for one blessed moment Tommy thought it was over—until Mike yanked up his T-shirt and started blowing raspberries on his belly. “Aw… shit, Mike… no!” He could barely scream out the words, his voice hoarse, his breathing ragged.

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And lastly, but surely not least, Debt:


Two months after Mitch Jenkins had the rug pulled out from under him when his two-year relationship came to an abrupt end, he is still hurting. A colleague’s attempt to cheer him up brings Mitch to a secret “club.” Mitch isn’t remotely interested in the twinks parading like peacocks, until he spies the young man at the back of the room, nose firmly in a book and oblivious to his surroundings. Now Mitch is interested.

Nikko Kurokawa wants to pay his debt and get the hell out of the Black Lounge—where he is forced to not only have sex, but sometimes suffer abuse to please clients. Earning his freedom isn’t proving easy, especially when he starts attracting interest. Life becomes that little bit easier to bear when he meets Mitch, who is nothing like the other men who frequent the club. And when Mitch crawls under his skin and into his heart, Nikko figures he can put up with anything. Before long he’ll be out of there, and he and Mitch can figure out if they have a future together.

Neither of them counted on those who don’t want Nikko to leave….


 “Any more slaw, Mom?” Deirdre asked, putting down the bowl of potato chips and glancing toward the table with its piles of neatly sliced burger buns and hot dog rolls, and containers of relish and ketchup.

“In the refrigerator. But you’ll have to go get it.” Mom grinned. “I’m supervising your father.” Deirdre chuckled and set off toward the house.

His dad brandished the tongs. “Heavens, woman, do I look like I need supervising?”

There was a brief moment’s silence before everyone assembled around the gas grill burst out laughing. Monica snorted and spluttered, spraying Coke all over her blouse.

She looked down at her stained clothing in disgust. “Great, now I have to go change into something else.” She scowled at her dad. “Way to go, Dad.” She put down her glass and marched back to the house.

Eric was still laughing. “Oh, come on, Malcolm, you have to admit, you haven’t exactly got a good track record when it comes to barbecues.”

Dad huffed. “I’ll have you know, I always do the grilling in this house.”

“Yeah, and you always burn it,” Deirdre called out, coming along the path with a container of slaw. “I’m with Mom on this one—you need watching.”

“Nonsense. Anyone can grill. Why, I—”
“Watch the sausages!” Mom shrieked, digging him in the ribs with her elbow. Dad gave the grill his full attention, and Mom caught Mitch’s gaze. He bit his lip, trying hard to stop the laughter that was right there, dying to escape.

“Hey, Mitch, did you see what I bought last month on Amazon?” Dad gestured with the tongs to the opened aluminum case beside the grill, his chest puffed out.

“Yeah, I did.” Mitch was still struggling. “But Dad? An eighteen-piece stainless steel barbecue utensil set? In its own case? Don’t you think that’s a bit… excessive?”

Dad stared. “But look what it comes with! Spatula, knife, barbecue fork, tongs, eight corn holders….”

Mitch held up his hands. “Oh, it’s wonderful, don’t get me wrong. I was just thinking… how often does Mom let you near—I mean, how often do you grill?”

His dad narrowed his gaze. “Well, if you’re going to be like that about it….”

“It’s a beautiful set, Malcolm,” Shaun interjected quickly, his lips twitching. Eric murmured in agreement. Mitch mouthed ass-kissers at them, and both men grinned.

“Steaks!” Mom yelled.

With a groan Dad turned back to flip the steaks. “See?” he said, pointing toward them. “Not burnt.”

His mom grinned. “That was the point in yelling. I didn’t want them to get that far.” She peered at her husband. “And they put you in charge of an entire boat?”

He glared. “A naval destroyer is hardly a boat.”

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Q&A with K.C. Wells:

1. What inspires you?

Wow. Everything.

I’m not kidding. I can take a walk to the village store and I get an idea. I can watch the news and I get an idea. I can watch a porn scene (BEFORE they get to the, er, action) and I get an idea. (Teach Me, Trust Me, the one I’m about to write, Step by Step…) I have been known to take a shower and get an idea. See what I mean?

It doesn’t take much to get me writing. My problem is rather how ansty I get when I *can’t* write, because there are other more pressing things to be done.

2. What’s your writing process?

It usually starts out as a hand written note in my notebook so that I don’t forget it.

Then I make notes on the characters – physical descriptions, back story, family, etc

I usually have a fair idea of the main events to take place, and where it’s going, before I start writing.

If it’s a Collars & Cuffs story, then what follows is a lot of Skype conversations with Will Parkinson, aka Parker Williams. He likes to write scenes as they occur to him and then copy them into a folder for later.

If it’s not a C&C, then I have a lot of discussions via Skype and FB chat with Jason. He’s one of my beta readers, a good friend, and on the same wavelength. We talk about plots a LOT. Jason is my weathervane. If he thinks it’s organic (high praise from Jason), then we’re good. If he can see possible issues, we talk them through. These conversations are very important. They help to fix things in my head, and if something is bugging me, a talk helps straighten thing out.

Then once I’ve written a chapter, it is emailed to my betas – currently there are six who read pretty much everything. They pick up on grammar (not many problems there – I was not called a Grammar Nazi for nothing), plotholes, inconsistencies, etc. I tend to write a chapter a day, roughly 2,700 – 3,700 words) and then the next day, before I do anything else, I read it through to tweak it if necessary. I’ll do a final read-through when it’s finished.

3. Who's your favorite / least favorite character from your books:

Hmm, tricky. I do have a soft spot for Alex and Leo from the Collars & Cuffs series, but to be honest, I love all my characters. Well – maybe not Mr. Richards from Debt. He was a nasty piece of work.

4. What would you change, if anything, in one of your books?

I’d go into An Unlocked Heart and take out a lot of Leo’s use of the word, ‘boy’.

It was my first BDSM novel, and I know a lot better now.

5. What’s next for you?

The final book in the Collars & Cuffs series – Endings and Beginnings – came out this month, and wow, it’s long, over 121,000 words. I’m literally just finishing Love Me (Lightning Tales #4) and then it’s full steam ahead with Step By Step. I’m actually really looking forward to writing this one – even if last night it turns up as a headline. No, really…. Students taking on ‘sugar daddies’ to help them with college costs. Talk about life imitating art…

Jamie’s life is one big financial mess and it really isn’t his fault. And the last thing he expected to find in the library was a Good Samaritan. He might have suspected Guy’s motives at first, but it soon becomes apparent his saviour is a good man who has been lucky in life, and is looking to pay it forward. Guy being gay is not a problem: Jamie’s not interested…or so he thinks.

Guy is happy to help Jamie, and the two men get along fine. But when Jamie’s curiosity leads from one thing to another, Guy finds himself looking at the student with new eyes. What started out as a hand up is now something completely different….

And after that? Parker Williams and I are starting work on a new series… but SHHH. It’s a Secret…..

Thank you! And oh yay, a new series!!!

More about the author:

Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C. WELLS always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way. K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, when the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative.

An even bigger discovery waited in the wings—writing about men in love was even hotter….

K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career. The laptop still has no idea of what hit it… it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.

And as for those men in love that she writes about? The list of stories just waiting to be written is getting longer… and longer….

K.C. loves to hear from readers.



Thanks for celebrating this amazing author with us all month. We hope you found a few new books to add to your TBR and/or found out some interesting facts about K.C.

Until next time, happy reading!


  1. Thank you for the interview and remider that I have not tead two of the three books in this post yet.

  2. Angela:
    Great post. I have read and loved First :)


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