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| The Back Stairs |
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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.
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 to flirt.”
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.
EXCERPT:
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.”
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 to flirt.”
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.
EXCERPT:
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.”
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-690-1 |
| Purchase The Back Stairs at Amazon.com (US) |
| #5 Best Seller at Amber Allure, May 2010 |
The Sundown Series
Fallon & Sundown
The Back Stairs (#1)
Beneath Dark Stars (#2)
Sundown
(paperback-books #1 & #2)
Fallon & Sundown
The Back Stairs (#1)
Beneath Dark Stars (#2)
Sundown
(paperback-books #1 & #2)
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| 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 |
| Review Snippets |
| 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! |
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| The Back Stairs and Beneath Dark Stars are available in the paperback anthology, Sundown, at Amazon.com (US). |
