What's new, pussycat?

Yes, I know it's a song by Tom Jones....

I thought I'd share what's on my agenda for the next few months... Take a breath...

Right now, Parker Williams and I have nearly finished the first book in our new BDSM series, Secrets. This is called Before You Break.

Six years ago, Ellis walked into his first briefing as the newest member of London’s firearms unit. He was partnered with Wayne and they became fast friends.

About a year ago, Wayne noticed a change in his friend. Ellis’s temper become erratic and he flew off the handle easily. Wayne also saw the bags under his eyes, which told him Ellis wasn’t sleeping. And it got worse as time went on. When Wayne sees Ellis is at breaking point, he knows he has to act.

He invites his friend to the opening of the new club, Secrets, where Wayne has a membership. He wants Ellis to glimpse the lifestyle before he approaches him with his proposition. Wayne wants to take Ellis in hand, to control his life, because he wants his friend back and he figures this is the only way to do it.

There are a few issues, however. Ellis is straight. Stubborn. And sexy. Can Wayne control himself enough to be what Ellis needs? Or will he be surprised when he finds out what Ellis actually requires?


When that's done, there's a short Tantalus story in the Damon & Pete series that needs finishing. This one is called Limits, and it's set during the Folsom Street fair in San Francisco.

After that? My Christmas story, Saving Jason.

When David Monsall is given the task of finding a suitable soup kitchen so his company can improve their PR, he realizes he needs help. He turns to Jason Garton, the owner of the coffee house that David visits every morning. Funny how it took David so long to notice all the food and beverages Jason gives away to the homeless. Because until then, Jason had been almost invisible.

But the more David learns about him, the more intrigued he becomes. There’s something about the selfless, lonely older man that pulls David in, and what began as work becomes so much more.

THEN, I finally get to write the last book in the Personal Series - Personal Challenges... You get to see what Will & Blake, Rick & Angelo, and Ed & Colin have been up to...

Will and Blake couldn’t be happier. They have a beautiful little boy, Nathan, and Sophie finally has the little brother she’s been demanding. But all is not bliss in the Davis household. Coping with reality is going to change all their lives.

Ric and Angelo are sick and tired of trying to get a wedding organized. If it was up to them, they’d be married already, but Ric’s mother has plans and they keep getting bigger. Angelo can see problems on the horizon: big, traditional Italian wedding and gay do not go well together. Something’s got to give.

When Colin’s first boyfriend tells him he hasn’t long left, Colin wants to be there for him. AIDS has finally caught up with Ray and Colin takes a leave of absence to spend time with him. Ed loves Colin’s big heart, but his generosity of spirit is putting a strain on their relationship. All Ed can do is be there to support his fiancé.

As the coming months unfold, the friends are going to need each other more than ever.

In mid-December, the sequel to my first fantasy, A Bond of Three, is released. This one is called A Bond of Truth - and WAIT until you see the gorgeous cover that Garrett Leigh has done for me!

It is twenty years since the Bond of Three returned to Teruna. The kingdom of Kandor, once Teruna’s enemy, seeks help and sends its finest warrior, Dainon, on a diplomatic mission. A solitary man since his wife and child died, Dainon is unable to explain why an encounter with a young man on a beach rocks his world to its core.

Prince Arrio of Teruna has always been attracted to men but has never acted on it—until he meets Dainon. Headstrong Arrio goes after what he wants, despite his fathers’ advice. But when Prince Kei arrives unexpectedly, Arrio finds himself drawn to both men. Is history repeating itself?

Prince Kei has his first taste of freedom, and is shocked when the visions that have plagued him since childhood become reality. The three men embark on a voyage of discovery. No one has foreseen the day, however, when the arrival of a stranger threatens to destroy their bond.

In the New Year, I'll be writing my next story for the Dreamspun Desires line, Out of the Shadows - and that's all I'm giving away right now. ;-)

So... do you think I have enough to keep me busy for a while?

It's competition time!

What's the prize, I hear you say?
I'm giving away an audiobook! To win a copy of First, narrated by the wonderful Gregory Salinas, all you need to do is leave a comment below.
It can be on any of my books, or maybe a story that you think I need to write...
I'll let this competition run until September 10th, so you have a while.
Good luck!

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 to 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....

Competition time!

I have ONE copy of a very special coloring book to give away.
Only, this is a NSFW version.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/this-is-the-most-nsfw-coloring-book-weve-ever-seen-and-its-brilliant_us_5697df5fe4b0b4eb759d876f

To be in with a chance of winning it, simply leave a comment below.
It can be about your favorite K.C Wells book or series, maybe a story you think I NEED to write, like, NOW!
A character.
A couple.

I'll leave this running until August 14th. So get commenting! And good luck.

Why .99c books are going to kill the industry

...and why, in a while, your favorite authors will no longer be writing.

Today I was reading a post in Facebook about readers who were discussing whether a book was worth the price of a cup of coffee. Yes, really. A line caught my eye. I had to read it twice.

"It's particularly distressing to see authors telling their audiences they should never pay more than 99c for a full length novel."

The reaction of the post's readers was understandable: why would an author shoot themselves in the foot like that?

Now, before I continue, let me stress - there is a place for a book price at .99c. Maybe it's for the first weekend when it's released, or maybe when it's the first book in a series, for a limited time.

But that's not the case anymore, is it? I see more and more books out there at this low price. But how?

Ask any author - publishing a book COSTS. Editing, cover design, marketing... If you're a full time writer, you can't afford to price your books like this. So why are there so many? Do these writers not value their own work?

Just this week, I'll admit, I got very depressed about this situation. Already, established writers in my genre are trying to get back into the workforce. Why? Because they can't compete. They spend months crafting a book, getting it professionally edited, paying for a professional-looking cover - and for what? Poor sales because readers want books that cost them next-to-nothing. Are we going to get to the point where authors can no longer afford to write, because their reasonably priced and well written books aren't selling, left on the shelf by the demand for cheap - or free - reads?

Don't get me wrong. There are a LOT of readers out there who will always pay what a book is worth. They are the same readers who realize not all authors can control what price their publisher sets on a book - and they're fine with that, because they know what they're paying for is a good, well written story.

When I read the comments today, it was obvious I'm not the only one who feels strongly about this, In fact, I wanted you all to read them - so here is a wide selection from readers AND authors (who are readers too, don't forget.)

"I have to bite my freaking tongue every single time I see a brand new novel on Amazon for .99. It drives me crazy, and I believe it's going to be the death of this industry."

"Readers are being conditioned to expect low prices. it's the reason so many publishers are going under and why so many writers are flooding back into the workforce."

"I've seen 20 books for .99. No wonder readers think 3.99 for a novel us over priced. Frustrating for those of us who are trying to survive in this business."

"Consumers didn't demand novels for .99. Authors, trying to undercut other authors, gave them novels for .99. In doing so, they've conditioned readers to expect that price point."

"Totally agree that the 99c novels are killing this industry. If it's on sale for a day or so, that's different but the ones that release at 99c? Madness. And although the 99c authors might get lots of visibility, they won't even be earning much on Amazon because of the lower royalty rate on cheaper books. They'd probably earn more if they priced it at 2.99+ and sold less copies, so not only are they feeding into the culture where readers expect to get a novel for 99c, they're also shooting themselves in the foot."

"We were all paying $7.99 for paperbacks back in the 90s when that amount of money was actually worth more, and no one was throwing fits (especially not when a hardcover was $24!). People have gotten so cheap and entitled. smh."

"Something has to give if writers and publishers can't make enough profit because of piracy or readers refusing to pay more than 99c for a novel. If they're not prepared to pay, then they can't expect the same amount of work put into a book, in terms of editing and cover art. (They'd still complain of course) But decent writers and publishers are too proud to put out shoddy books. In the end it becomes not worth the work and expense to publish at all."

"Authors are to blame for this trend. If they value their own time and work they would not devalue their books or ask that others do the same. It has become a double edged sword with the readers gaining everything and the authors losing all."

"There's this unspoken belief that ephemeral materials are not worth the same as physical items. Because books are electronic, customers don't value them; they aren't "real". They don't see the amount of work it's taken to create this "not-real" book."

"When they hold a paperback or hardback in their hands they can SEE that it's work. It weighs half a kilo. Every page has words packed onto it. Suddenly there's no problem paying $10-$20 for it."

"Most of those "authors" telling people not to pay more than .99 for a book are not professional authors. They are those who simply published a book on Amazon and  call themselves authors. Professional authors put the time, money, and effort into their craft and it's worth more than .00/ Each professionally written and edited books takes hours/months to produce. It's worth way more than what is being dictated by a certain big outlet to publishers as being a reasonable price. I'm praying that readers will continue to support their favorite authors. It's a struggle. Not many make it and a lot of them quit even though they've got a tremendous talent."

And some suggestions...

"I think there should be more solidarity amongst authors to cross-promote each other's works and help the industry flourish with better works as much as possible. Isn't it how it's supposed to be? More than the price, the story matters which can hook me till the end."

"If more authors would commit to appropriate pricing it would help."

Some valid points are made here, Sure, readers are demanding more and more .99 books - but who gave them the taste for it in the first place? There is blame on both sides.

Where is this going to end? I have no idea, But if changes aren't made, I can tell you now: some of your favorite authors will be disappearing - and it's already happening...

BDSM research

At the MM Romance Meeting in Verona this weekend, I talked about writing BDSM.
One of the things I stressed was the importance of research, be that books, articles, blogs, visits or talking to people for whom BDSM is part of their life and therefore know a whole lot more than I do.
Someone once said to me that if an author hadn't experienced BDSM for themselves, they shouldn't write about it.
I disagree.
Everything I write gets seen by someone who does know what they're talking about. They give advice, technical hints, you name it... That last comment made me nervous when a VERY experienced Dom told me he was going to read An Unlocked Heart, the first book in the Collars & Cuffs series.
So imagine how I felt when his first comment to me when he'd finished it was, "Wow. You write BDSM how I live it."
I think he would have laughed if he'd seen the major fist pump I did.

At the meeting this weekend, someone in the audience asked me to list the books I consult on a regular basis, so here they are.
My first port of call is always Jay Wiseman if I'm writing a scene and I want to get the technical stuff right.
The Leatherman's Handbook has been re-released a few times, and is definitely worth a read.
Where Jay Wiseman is mostly about the technicalities, Charley Ferrer is more about the emotions.
Urban Aboriginals and Leathersex - well, the subtitles speak for themselves...

First Birthday - an erotic short story about Mike and Tommy

First Birthday.

© K.C. Wells 2016

Okay, so Mike was sulking. But damn it, today was his birthday and he’d thought his fiancé would have planned something nice, but nooo. Tommy hadn’t even mentioned it. Mike had been subtle—obviously too subtle—and had left a conspicuous bright red circle around the date on the calendar in their kitchen. No hints, nothing. Okay, so it wasn’t like forty-four was a milestone or anything, but still…

He’d kept quiet about it the entire day, waiting to see what transpired. But with each passing hour he grew more despondent.

He’s forgotten. Fuck. When lunch came and went, and still nothing, Mike was truly in a funk. He’d done his best to carry on conversations like everything was normal—like hell it was—but he figured something in his voice or manner must have gotten through when Tommy had up and left, saying something about last minute grocery shopping for some ingredients for dinner. Mike had waited until he could no longer hear the car, and then he’d called Mom.

“Hey, I was going to call you tonight.” The sound of her voice lightened his mood. “Happy birthday, baby!”

Mike couldn’t hold back any longer. “But that’s just it, Mom. It isn’t a happy birthday.” He knew he sounded like a petulant teenager, but damn, it was his first birthday with Tommy, and he’d wanted it to be…special.

After a brief pause, Mom cleared her throat. “Okay, out with it. What’s going on?”

In a rush it all spilled out of him. Mom listened without saying a word. When he was done, she was silent. “You still there?” he joked half-heartedly.

“Baby, he’s young. He’s barely twenty. Kids that age have a mind like a sieve. You’ll see. When he remembers, he’ll be so mortified, he’ll probably make it up to you by going all out.”

“Am I expecting too much of him?” Mike was doing his best to make sure Tommy had enough time and space for his studying. Living with someone after so many years alone was taking some getting used to, but Mike felt things were going well. They’d adjusted to their new routine: Tommy commuted to college during the week, and at weekends they stayed with Mom while Mike worked at Woofs. Though that had brought its own… issues. Mike hadn’t realized how loud they were in bed, until that first morning when his mom had made a dry comment about investing in earplugs for future visits. Tommy’s face had been a picture…

“Sweetheart, just remember one thing, all right? Tommy loves you. Why, the love fairly shines outta that boy when he so much as looks at you.”

That shut him up. She had a point. Here he was, complaining about a stupid birthday, and yet he was lucky enough to have that beautiful man in his life, in his bed, in the home they were making together. “I guess I’m making too much of it,” he said quietly.

“It’s normal to expect our loved ones to remember things like birthdays and anniversaries. But this is the first one, right? I guarantee, if he sees how unhappy you are, he won’t forget again.”

Shit. Mike didn’t want that. “If he doesn’t mention it, I won’t say a word. Because this would really upset him.” Tommy had enough on his plate, what with his studies and missing his parents. Oh, he never said as much, but Mike wasn’t stupid. He knew Tommy had called his momma when it had been their wedding anniversary. Not that he’d gotten very far. It was obvious his daddy had answered, and he’d apparently cut off the call. Tommy had been silent all evening after that, and finally Mike had taken him to bed, cradling Tommy to him until he relaxed enough to fall asleep in Mike’s arms, his head on Mike’s chest.

“You know him best, baby. Just play it by ear.”

It was sound advice, he knew that. Then something occurred to him. “Wait a moment. I got nothing in the mail from you today. So where’s my birthday card from you?”

“Aww, shoot. I thought I’d mailed it in plenty of time. It should be there by tomorrow at the latest. I’m sorry. I guess your day can only get better, right?” She chuckled.

“That depends on what Tommy’s cooking us for dinner,” Mike replied darkly. “Until I know that, all bets are off.” He said goodbye and ended the call. It could only have been about fifteen minutes later that he heard the car crunching over the gravel driveway. In spite of his earlier mood, the fact that Tommy was home lifted his spirits.

The doorbell ringing was a surprise.

Mike walked toward the front door, smiling to himself. “Did you forget your key?” he called out as he pulled open the door. The sight of Tommy in a pair of sinfully tight jeans and a skin-tight blue T-shirt was enough to send a jolt to his dick, but the pizza box Tommy held was something of a mystery.

Before Mike could say a word, Tommy smiled. “I’ve got your pizza, Mister. That’ll be sixteen dollars.”

What. The. Fuck?

“Excuse me?” Mike stared in confusion.

Tommy stared right back. “Your pizza delivery? The one you ordered? And it’s still sixteen dollars.”

Okay, that was it. The world had gone mad—or at least his fiancé had. “What are you playing at?”

Tommy sighed, a heavy sound that rolled out of him. “You never had a guy deliver a pizza before?”

Then it hit him. Well fuck me for being a dumbass. How many times had Mike done the ‘cute pizza delivery guy gets pounded’ scene early on in his former career? Then it really hit home.

Tommy was acting out a role. Tommy had clearly seen such a video. Aw. How sweet is that? Then another thought occurred to him. Tommy knew exactly what he was doing, which could only mean…

Tommy was looking to get fucked.

Hoo boy. Mike started to grin. This was shaping up to be a great birthday after all.

He stepped aside and gestured toward the kitchen. “In there, please. Leave it on the counter.”

Tommy eased past him and walked into the kitchen, that firm ass looking deliciously tight in those jeans. There was something a little odd about his gait, however, but before Mike could say anything, Tommy put down the pizza and turned to face him.

“That’ll be sixteen dollars, thanks.” Tommy bit his lip, a habitual gesture that Mike knew only too well by now. His fiancé was uncertain how things were going to progress.

Mike knew exactly what was about to transpire, and he was aiming to enjoy every minute of it. He did a quick mental check as to the nearest supply of lube and realized there wasn’t any. Oh well. He’d have to improvise.

Mike folded his arms across his chest. “Uh uh. Before I pay for it, I want to know what’s on it.” He grinned. “So let’s talk toppings.” His cock stiffened in his jeans as he contemplated what was about to happen, and where. They hadn’t fucked on the kitchen table yet. About time we gave it a baptism.

Tommy opened his eyes wide. “Toppings?

Yeah, Mike was going to have some fun before he let Tommy know he was onto him. “Yup. Start talking.” Heat was spreading through him, more blood heading south to his dick.

Tommy swallowed. “Well, there’s ground beef and Italian sausage…”

Mike licked his lips. “My favorite toppings.”

“And then there’s peppers and mushrooms…”

“Oo, more favorite toppings.” Mike didn’t take his eyes off Tommy, noting the flush the crept up from beneath the neckline of his T-shirt.

“And finally there’s three different types of cheese,” Tommy said before drawing a breath.

“Boy, you have all my toppings.” Mike gave a sad smile. “That all sounds quite delicious. There’s only one problem.”

“There is?” Tommy appeared startled.

Mike nodded. “I don’t have sixteen dollars on me right now. So either you take the pizza back or…” He licked his lips once more, only this time he did it slowly. “I give you a few toppings of my own.” He unfolded his arms and slid his hands down his body to his crotch, making sure Tommy’s gaze followed them. He stroked the granite outline of his cock through his jeans.

Tommy’s breathing sped up. “I’m sure we can come to an… arrangement.”

“Oh, I’m positive we can.” Mike grinned. He moved closer until he could feel the heat rolling off Tommy’s magnificent body. Mike reached out and stroked Tommy’s thick biceps, making him shiver. “Starting with you showing me how well you can kiss.”

Tommy’s eyes shone and his lips parted. “I… I can do that.”

Mike couldn’t wait a second longer. He cradled Tommy’s head in his hands and kissed him on the lips, his tongue a heat-seeking missile as he plunged into that gorgeous mouth and devoured him in a brutal kiss. Tommy moaned, his own tongue battling with Mike’s, all hunger and lust. Mike backed Tommy up against the cabinet and rocked against him, letting Tommy feel just how fucking hard he was making Mike. Tommy’s low groan sent more heat racing through him, and when Tommy pushed back, making Mike aware of his own rock-hard length, Mike wasn’t prepared to wait any longer.

He broke the kiss, grabbed Tommy and pulled him over to the wide wooden table in the middle of the kitchen. Then he spun Tommy around until Tommy was falling forward, his arms outstretched to stop his descent. Mike took advantage of the situation to reach around to the front of Tommy’s jeans and unfasten them. Tommy’s breathing was harsh and loud in the quiet kitchen. Mike gripped the waistband of his jeans and pulled them down roughly over Tommy’s hips, revealing his bare ass.

Mike laughed. “You thought of everything.” He shove the jeans down to Tommy’s ankles and then straightened to run his fingers lightly over the firm globes of flesh, until they encountered…. Mike stilled, his fingers caressing the plastic snuggled between his cheeks. “Just how long have you had that butt plug in for?”

“A few hours,” Tommy panted. “I wanted… to be ready for you.”

“Aw, how thoughtful,” Mike said with a calm he didn’t feel. His body was vibrating with the need to be inside Tommy. He pulled open the nearest cabinet and grabbed the bottle he knew was there. Tommy twisted to watch and his eyes widened when he saw the olive oil. Mike chuckled. “You forgot the lube, however.”

Tommy shook his head. “Packet of lube…back pocket of my jeans,” he pushed out breathlessly as he tugged off his T-shirt and flung it aside.

“Perfect.” Mike knelt down to pull off Tommy’s tennis shoes and jeans, before delving into the pocket for his prize. Once he had it, he was back, grinding his solid cock against Tommy’s ass cheeks, pushing it into the crack. Tommy pushed back, spreading his legs wide, a low whimper escaping his lips. Mike put the packet on the table top and slid his arms around Tommy’s waist, shoving him until he was bent over the table. “Ready to get fucked?” he whispered.

“Lord, yes,” Tommy ground out. “C’mon, Mike, fuck me.”

His shy student was certainly coming out of his shell.

Mike groaned, removing his shirt which he dropped to the floor. “You know I fucking love it when you beg.” He shoved down his jeans and squirmed his way out of them, tore open the packet with trembling fingers and dumped a load of lube onto his rigid dick. With one hand he eased the butt plug from Tommy’s snug channel and with the other he guided his slick cock into position. Tommy moaned, a visible shiver coursing through his body. Mike waited, the mushroom head pressed up to that beautiful, tight, glistening pink pucker. He breathed deeply. “Reach back and spread your cheeks.”

Tommy did as instructed, and then all the breath left Mike’s lungs in a whoosh of air when Tommy pushed back, impaling himself on Mike’s thick shaft. “Oh, Mike, that’s so good.”

Oh my fucking God. It seemed like Tommy couldn’t wait for Mike to be inside him either.

The plug dropped from Mike’s hand to the floor. He grabbed hold of Tommy’s hips and slid nearly the whole way out of him, only to push back inside in one long thrust, filling him to the hilt. “Like that?”

“Y-yeah, just like that,” Tommy stammered, his back arching. “Fuck me, please. Hard.”

“You got it,” Mike growled, and proceeded to fuck his lover with long, deep thrusts, his body slapping against Tommy’s ass. The table inched its way across the floor with each thrust. The sensation of his bare dick gripped by hot, tight heaven was exquisite. “Love how it feels when I slide into you.”

“I l-love it too.” Tommy’s breathing hitched and he gulped in air. “Feels… feels better when you’re bare inside me.”

Mike had to agree. They’d waited for six months before ditching the condoms, but when the tests after that were still clear, they hadn’t hesitated. God, that first time… It had taken all Mike’s efforts not to come within minutes of entering Tommy.

He stared down to where his cock slid into Tommy’s tight ass, glistening with lube, thick and veiny, and knew it wouldn’t be long. “I love this view,” he said with a loud groan. “Watching me split your beautiful ass.” He started to pound harder, slamming into Tommy now, his ass cheeks rippling from the impact. Mike pulled Tommy back onto his shaft. “Come on, baby, fuck yourself on my cock.”

Tommy’s cry rent the air as he pushed down hard on Mike’s dick, burying it inside him. “Close,” he gasped.

“That’s it, babe, come on my cock. Let me feel it when you come.”

Tommy let go of his ass cheeks and tried to gain some purchase on the table top, but his fingers scrabbled against the wood. Mike grabbed his hands and pulled them to Tommy’s back, pinning his wrists and anchoring himself for the finale. Four deep, hard thrusts and Tommy was coming. Mike’s cock was held in a hot vice, Tommy’s channel rippling around his shaft, his body shaking. Mike let go of his arms and covered Tommy with his body, his own orgasm jolting through him as he shot his load deep inside his lover. They were both crying out, nonsensical babblings as both succumbed to their mutual climax. Mike slipped his arms around Tommy and held him close, feeling the tremors that shook him.

“Wow,” he said, his voice cracking on that one syllable. Little by little the tiny jolts of ecstasy dispersed, leaving them both breathing deeply. Mike waited until his heart rate was back to near normal before easing out of Tommy, who rolled onto his back with a groan, shifting farther onto the table, legs still spread, knees bent, feet flat to the table top. Mike crawled up onto the table between his legs and covered Tommy with his body, both of them damp with perspiration.

“Next time, we do this on a padded surface,” Tommy said, staring up into Mike’s eyes.

“There’s going to be a next time?” Mike could only hope.

Tommy grinned. “Wait until you find out what I have planned for the holidays.” He looped his arms around Mike’s neck and pulled him down into a soft, lingering kiss. “Happy birthday,” he sighed into Mike’s mouth.

Mike kissed him again, slowly and thoroughly, before peering into those striking green eyes he loved so much. “Admit it. You came up with this because you forgot my birthday.”

Tommy laughed. “Damn, I’m good. You really believed I’d forgotten?”

Mike propped himself up on his elbows and stared. “You mean, you didn’t?”

Tommy shook his head. “Uh uh. Your present is all nicely wrapped and waiting for you in the bedroom. Of course, you’ll have to find it first, but I’ll drop you some hints.” He waggled his eyebrows. “If you play your cards right.”

“Then what gave you the idea for this?” He gestured to the pizza box on the counter.

There was a moment’s pause. Tommy locked gazes with him. “I guess… I didn’t want you to get… bored.”

Mike knelt upright between Tommy’s legs, unable to tear his gaze away. “Bored? Why in God’s name would I be bored?” His gut clenched.

Tommy shifted against the table, chewing his bottom lip. “Aw, c’mon on, Mike. I know what your sex life used to be like. You were a porn star, for goodness, sake.”

Well fuck.

Mike climbed down off the table, held out his hand to Tommy and helped him to his feet. They stood there in the kitchen, naked as a jaybird, and Mike put his arms around Tommy. “You need to listen,” he said earnestly. “Nothing—and I mean nothing—I did on set, in twenty years, compares to what I feel when we make love. You got that?” He fixed him with a steely gaze. “I have never felt so connected to another man the way I feel when we’re together. It’s like you’re a part of me. I don’t want you ever to think that our sex life is boring, because I intend making love to you for a great many years to come, until I can’t get it up any more.” Tommy giggled and Mike smiled. “And then I’ll start taking the little blue pills, because, I, Mr. Newsome, am addicted to you. Of course, by then, you won’t be Mr. Newsome. You’ll be Mr. Scott.”

“I will?” Tommy’s voice was husky.

“Yes, you will,” Mike said decisively. “And I guarantee I’ll still be learning new things about you even then.” He pulled Tommy tight against him. “I love you, Tommy. You were made for me, baby, just like I was made for you.” He cupped the back of Tommy’s head and drew him closer until their lips brushed softly. The kiss was gentle, loving and just about perfect.

When they parted, Tommy sighed. “I love you too, Mike. Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Just think about all the fun we’ve had finding out that I am definitely not bored.” Mike grinned. “But I do have one important question.”

“What?” Tommy’s large green eyes were focused on him, his body still.

“Is there really a pizza in that box, and if so, does it really have all those toppings on it?”

Tommy laughed, the sound filling the kitchen. “Oh, I surely do love you. And to answer your question, yes, it’s like I described it.”

Mike let out a whoop. “Well, come on, then! What are we waiting for?” He let go of Tommy and picked up the pizza box. When he found Tommy staring at him, clearly perplexed, Mike grinned. “Pizza in bed, anyone? It is my birthday, after all.”

Tommy laughed and followed him out of the kitchen. “Sure, why not? After all, you’re the one who does the laundry.” He stopped Mike at the door with a kiss to his cheek. “And you’re the messiest eater too.” He darted ahead out of the reach of Mike’s hand and into the bedroom, still laughing.

Mike walked slowly, grinning to himself. We’ll see if he’s still laughing when his dick is covered in pizza sauce.

If this is the first time you've met Mike and Tommy, you can find their story here in First, from Dreamspinner Press, or here from Amazon.com

It's Valentine's!!!

Love is in the air...

So to celebrate, I'm giving away three paperbacks - the first three Lightning Tales!
And here they are!              

What do you have to do to be in with a chance of winning?
Leave a comment! It can be on which is your favorite KC Wells book, your favorite couple, fave series, maybe a book you'd like to see in the future...
You have until the end of Valentine's Day to take part.
I'll mail the books to the winner.
So... get commenting! And don't forget to leave an email address!