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|Tango in the Night
An author pick! Contemporary romantic gay fiction
Jubal Graham is back on the job after a shooter took the life of
his long-time partner, and sent him into a coma followed by
months of rehab. Determined to have justice, Jubal is focused on
finding a killer, not a new romantic entanglement. Ellis Banks,
with his smoldering blue eyes and denim-clad swagger is a
distraction Jubal can’t afford – or ignore.
Ellis Banks came to Philadelphia to bust a drug operation; one
that connects to the same case agency legend Kentuckian Jubal
Graham is working. Ellis finds himself drawn to Jubal, but Jubal
holds him off. Sure that Jubal is interested, even though he
wears his slain lover’s ring, Ellis mounts a determined siege.
Jubal’s surprise at having a suitor develops into a growing
affection for Ellis, one clouded with old fears. Fate ripped one
lover from his arms, and now Ellis is in the line of fire. Jubal’s
courage can protect Ellis, but is it powerful enough to love him?
“I’ve got a lot of miles on me, Ellis. I feel old.”
Ellis’ gaze locked with mine. I knew that interested look, having been on the receiving end of it often
enough in my life. It was nice to know I could still turn a head. He reached out and trailed his fingertips
down my arm. “You want some help feeling young again, Jubal?”
I hated to disappoint him. He was a nice looking man, and I couldn’t deny my curiosity about him. But…I
rebuffed him as gently as I knew how.
“Not with a co-worker, Ellis, even a handsome stud like you.”
Ellis didn’t blink. His chin lifted the slightest bit as those blue eyes saw straight through my act. A warm
little glow sparked to life in my belly. I knew by the way he pressed his full, sexy lips together he knew. We
stood there staring at each, the air between us sparking with a strange blue lightning. He tried, but he
couldn’t keep the corner of his mouth from quirking up in a little smile.
“If you change your mind, Jubal, just say so.”
I nodded. Ellis pushed off from the counter and walked towards the door. I had one more thing I had to say
He stopped and turned around.
He laughed as the door closed behind him.
Ellis sat behind his desk, chin anchored in his left palm while his right index finger idly tapped the page in
front of him. Lucky for me, a member of the janitorial staff busily washed the windows in my new office and
I had an excuse not to go in there yet.
I had two choices. I could hide my interest in him, be the gruff senior agent, or I could let him know how
strongly he had things stirring inside me. If I chose the latter, we needed to hash a few things out, namely
how not to allow a mutual sexual curiosity affect the job.
Standing in the doorway, looking at him, I didn’t know which would win today. Ellis glanced up and saw me.
He straightened, his chest expanding as he drew in a deep breath. I nodded and stepped into the squad
“Ellis. Are you on call, or just catching up?”
“I’m puzzled, mostly.”
I snorted and let the southern drawl creep into my speech. “Ain’t we all, most days?”
He almost smiled, the corner of his mouth twitching, and mimicked my accent. “I heard you hailed from
“Yep. With a name like ‘Jubal’, where the hell did you think I was from?” I snagged the nearest chair and
rolled it a bit closer to him. “What are you puzzled about?”
His gaze drilled into mine, his warm blue eyes eloquently saying he meant me. I smiled to let him know I
appreciated his interest, but was careful not to show encouragement. He must have gotten the message.
He flipped a folder at me. “There’s a few missing pieces here.”
I opened the folder and kept my surprise out of my voice. “This is an old case. I worked it for a while, but it
“It ties into a new one, I just know it.”
A cold fist seized my heart. This case was potentially dangerous. I looked up at him. Ellis was running on
instinct and that gut feeling that settled over you when you know what you can’t yet prove. His earnest
expression begged me to believe him. I did, and I wished to heaven I could warn him off this one, but it
would tip my hand.
“Keep digging, then. Trust your gut.”
“Should I trust what my gut says about you, Agent Graham?”
I closed the file and laid it back on his desk, my gaze flicking to the window washer. He was finished,
putting all his supplies back in his cart. I waited until he exited to reply.
“Ellis, you and I need to get a few things straight.”
He tapped the signet ring. “That’s not your initial. The guy you were with last night?”
“No. I was with a friend last night. You were on a date.”
“So, maybe I should take you out on a date.”
“Ellis…” I froze as his fingers closed around mine, a delighted little quiver pulsing through my penis. I was
intensely curious about the man, but we were in too public a place for this to continue. I pulled away. “Don’
t do that here.”
“Will you go out with me, Jubal?”
Persistence was a good thing for a drug enforcement agent to have, but I wasn’t sure I liked his directed
at me. I wasn’t sure I didn’t like it, either. It was certainly different to be on this side of the pursuit.
“Why did you come to my house last night?”
Ellis looked away as a flush crept up his neck. “I needed to know if your boyfriend lived with you.”
I clamped down on my temper. He was out of line, and his eyes said he knew how far. I counted to five
before I responded. “He’s not my boyfriend. Don’t do it again. If he sees you dogging me, it’ll scare him.”
“Like I’m scaring you, Jubal?”
“You’re not scaring me.”
“Oh, the hell I’m not.” Ellis leaned back in his chair. “Okay. We’ll do it the old southern way. Even straights
say a year is enough to mourn. You can play the reluctant widower for another two months. I’ll let you.
Then you go out with me.”
“Boy, you don’t know anything about me.”
“Wrong. You were all anyone talked about when I transferred in. I took notes.”
“You’re an arrogant fucker, aren’t you?”
Ellis grinned as he stood and stretched, treating me to an eye level display of the full, rounded bump at
the base of his zipper. He looked down at me, his expression pure insolence.
“Takes one to know one, Agent Graham.”
|Tango in the Night is the first KC Kendricks
story I've had the pleasure of reading... It has
a great beginning and ending and unlike
some books, it never lags on the to the end.
Read this one and enjoy. I know I did.
- Mystical Nymph,
Literary Nymphs Reviews, 4.5 Stars
|Tango in the Night Review Snippets
|Enough twists and turns to keep it interesting with
the added bonus a good-cop story with a nice
romance between two attractive men and a fair
amount of smexxin'...I can recommend this as an
entertaining, fast read."
--Leslie, Reviews By Jessewave
About this book ...
Tango in the Night is
a stand-alone story
available in digital