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|The Back Stairs
Erotic gay romance with a paranormal shift
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Fallon Roxbury has a nose for trouble, and the uncanny ability for
landing in the middle of it the moment he finds it. While
investigating the gruesome murder of a young male prostitute in
the red-light district, Fallon gets a whiff of something very
strange. Forensics has unidentified hairs. Very unidentified hairs,
like nothing in any of the textbooks. Following a tip from a person
of interest, Fallon meets Sundown, an apparent hustler who
knows a lot more than he will admit.
Getting personally involved with Sundown breaks every rule in
the police manual, and in Fallon’s own personal code. Sundown
is like a drug, and Fallon can’t stop at just one hit. When Sundown
is forced to reveal the truth, Fallon’s world is turned upside down,
and he’s left with only two options: check himself in for
psychiatric evaluation, or accept a new reality with a strange shift.
Shapeshifters, that is.
INTRO (from Fallon's point of view):
I took a breath to tell him I was leaving, and caught the aroma of fresh-brewed java beneath the scents of
sandalwood and patchouli. I was tired of getting jerked around, even by a man so incredibly sexy. Put it on to
brew, my ass.
“You’re awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you? I don’t need pseudo intimate conversation any more than I need
He shook his head. “You didn’t listen very well, Fallon.”
“Listen to what? I’ve a mind to haul your scrawny carcass down to the precinct house, and let someone else
pick your brain for answers, but I don’t have a legitimate reason to have you interrogated. Yet.”
“Tough talk, but you don’t mean any of it. Please, Fallon. Come. Sit at my table, and think of nothing but my
very good coffee.”
Would it be so bad to spend half an hour talking with this attractive young man? Heaven help me, he drew
me, a tired moth to his steady flame. And he had my favorite coffee, already hot.
Words echoed in my memory. I tried to pull them in so I could hear them again. What had Muffin said? More
importantly, it was what she hadn’t said. She didn’t actually say anyone here knew Michael Carlton.
“I’ll sit at your table on one condition.”
He tilted his head, a smile teasing his full lips. “Oh? What is that?”
“You tell me your name.”
Was it victory I saw in his green eyes, or desire? I needed to know if they were the same. His chin lifted as
his gaze locked to mine.
“You can call me Sundown.”
I trembled as the girl’s words resonated within me.
Take the back stairs. You’ll find what you need there.
I was two steps beyond the third landing when a male voice called to me from below. My heart slammed
against my ribs.
“Lieutenant Roxbury, wait up.”
I paused and looked over my shoulder as Sundown took the steps, two at a time, to catch up. He stopped on
the landing below me and met my gaze, his green eyes alight with amusement.
“I did not expect you to return so soon, Fallon.”
I wasn’t in the mood to waste time in small talk. He’d deliberately sidetracked me the other night and, as
wonderful as the diversion had been, he needed to know I was aware of his tactics.
“The girl I spoke with at the crime scene is your sister, and you didn’t tell me. Why?”
“Because she is not my sister. I wouldn’t lie to you.”
I hopped down the two steps to the landing. “Listen, Sundown, or whatever your name really is, I have
photos of her, part of the formal record of the crime scene. She looks enough like you to be your twin. If I
hadn’t let my dick control me, I’d have put it together last night.”
He glanced away, a quick darting of his gorgeous eyes, then he looked back.
“She is not my sister, but we share a bloodline. She is gone, Fallon.”
“You’re hindering my investigation by hiding her.”
Sundown shook his head. “She didn’t see Michael Carlton, dead or alive, or anyone else go in or out of the
alley until your people showed up.”
I clamped down on my anger. “That’s good to know, but I need to hear it from her.”
“Do you?” He cocked his head to the side. “You’re out of luck, Fallon. She is gone from here, and it is
beyond my ability to bring her back.”
“Why’d she send me here, then?”
His green eyes flashed with his inner fire, anchoring me where I stood. “So I could give you want you
needed, Fallon. What you need me to give you again.”
“Don’t be so damn sure of yourself. I don’t need you.” I lied, and he knew it, the knowledge reflected back at
me in his level gaze.
“Come inside and tell me you do not need what I offer you.”
I didn’t think I could. My resolve to bully him into giving up Muffin’s whereabouts waned with every
pheromone-laden breath I took. I stood inside the ring of warmth and scent that surrounded him. My
erection relentlessly swelled toward completion, and I couldn’t stop it.
“I can’t compromise my investigation further, Sundown. Carlton’s parents are flying in to claim the body. I
need to have answers for them.”
His fingers grazed mine, the gentle touch heating my blood.
“I knew you were a good man. I trust you, Fallon. Will you trust me?”
“I trust you to be nothing but trouble.”
|#5 Best Seller at Amber Allure,
|I found The Backstairs by K. C. Kendricks to be a really intriguing read…a fresh take on shapeshifters that
I really hope is explored more. This book also touches on the idea of loving someone regardless of
gender and about gender being what you feel inside rather than what you are on the outside.
I really loved this story on many levels and highly recommend it. It has hot man-love in it for anyone who
loves it like I do, but the story itself is unforgettable. I know I am not going to forget it anytime soon.
I completely applaud K. C. Kendricks for coming up with a character twist that kept me guessing till the last
page was turned. – 5 Kisses! Tina, Two Lips Reviews
|Taking us into an unknown world, KC Kendricks pens an intriguing novel where we can
only see this world if we have enough nerve to go up the Back Stairs. Fallon does, and is surprised at
what he finds. Sundown is only the tip of the iceberg. Together, these two will be able
to survive the revelations that will shake Fallon’s world. Intriguing and compelling,
Back Stairs makes for some thrilling reading and excitement . Back Stairs is another electrifying tale
from the pen of KC Kendricks. – Elise Lyn, Sensual Reads
|KC Kendricks’ The Back Stairs is an innovative and intricate story of Fallon Roxbury, a homicide detective
who meets what he thinks is male prostitute and finds out that appearances can be very deceiving...
Although the novella is set in the present, it had an other-worldly feel and the backstory of Sundown was
original and intriguing. Bring in Fallon and Sundown’s unique love story and this book really begins to
sizzle. And since I enjoyed this first novel so much, I am looking forward to reading (and reviewing) the
second book in this series, Beneath Dark Stars. Sundown and Fallon are quickly becoming my favorite
human-shapeshifter pairing. -Rated 4 Delightful Divas by Lasha!
|The Back Stairs and Beneath Dark Stars are available in the paperback anthology,
Sundown, at Amazon.com (US). Click the cover for more information.
|~Where to purchase The Back Stairs~
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