One of my favorite people in the world is K-Lee Klein. In fact, I’m totally bummed that I’m not hanging out with her in Tampa even as I write this ( Lord knows it isn’t any hotter there than it is here in Detroit today!)
Not only is K-Lee having a ball at RainbowCon, but she’s got a fantastic looking new release coming tomorrow from Amber Quill Press – check it out!
Available Sunday, July 10 from Amber Quill.
Genres: Gay / Fantasy / Shapeshifter / Witchcraft / Magic / Sports / Athletes / Series
Heat Level: 3
Length: Extended Novel (72k words / TBD paperback pages)
Kyâs a fighter, Blueâs an artist, but together they are truly magical.
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Kyâs fought his way to the championship for the third time, but the fight of his life isnât against an opponent in the boxing ring. Heâs fighting a darkness within himself that he canât ignore and canât control. If he fails, everything heâs spent his life working for will be gone, and he canât see a way to win. Only a hint, a hunch, sends him out looking for help in unusual places.
Blueâs a quiet guy, living for his family and the art of his tattoos. Heâs built up his shop, Blueâs Dungeon, to be a place for the celebration of art on skin. Simple, friendly, and mostly uncomplicated. He likes it that way. But when Ky shows up in his shop, searching for a lifeline, itâs the beginning of something magical.
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Excerpt:
It was like a maze of hallways, one leading to the next, with the odd fork in the road here and there. Ky felt like he was being sucked into some weird dimension with a whole lot of portals but no actual people or even signs of life. When the end of the hall was finally in sight, he released an embarrassing sigh of relief.
The last door was painted with the most extraordinary mural Ky had ever seenâtwo small naked figures with no discerning gender standing beside a flowing river of shimmering waves in bright blues and dark purples. Their arms were extended over their heads, as if they were reaching for the stunningly beautiful sun shining above. Iridescent stars, hearts, and wisps of electric color shot from the points of the sun, the sky a scramble of light purple and turquoise. Ky had never seen anything like it.
But the most stunning part was the dark blue that Ky would have sworn actually beamed with light. It was everywhere in the paintingâoutlining the sun and bursting from its rays, initiating waves and whirlpools in the water, even shading the landscape in brilliance. The color was mesmerizing, and Ky couldnât tear himself away from it. He could have stared at it all day, until a painful flash of light and a wave of dizziness swept through him. He slapped a hand on the wall to steady himself, forcing his eyes closed and swallowing a cottony lump in his throat.
âHey!â Blakeâs voice broke through Kyâs reverie. âYou okay? Look like youâre gonna pass out or something. Why donât you come in and sit down? Just drop the box anywhere.â
He followed her voice into the room, his vision blurred and eyes teary, but not before he brushed his fingers over the brilliance of the doorâs artwork. It felt warm and gave him a pleasant spark from his fingertips to the top of his shoulder.
âIâmâŚIâm okay.â He squared his shoulders again, straightening his body to its six-foot form. He struggled to return to reality, squinting as Blake finally reappeared in front of him. âSo you, um, you donât work here?â
Blake turned to look at him, reaching for the box he still clutched to his chest. âNaw. Blueâs a solo act. I donât have an artistic bone in my body, at least in that way. I live close, so I help out all the guys. One of themâs been teaching me yoga so at least I look like I have a purpose around here. You sure youâre okay? You look kinda pale.â
Ky ignored her worries, breathing deeply and swallowing the last of the cotton in his mouth. âI do yoga.â
It was a matter-of-fact statement and totally random, especially since he wasnât sure TV yoga counted as real yoga. Blake didnât seem to notice though. She smirked, hoisting the box onto the dark blue counter that appeared to pave the way into the shop. Ky felt like he needed to explain.
âThey made us do it in one of my group homes. Itâs relaxing.â
âNo explanations necessary, man. Just because youâre big and muscly doesnât mean you canât have some Zen in your life. We should totally do a session sometime. Oli loves to have new people in his class.â Blake turned away from Ky, and a big voice soared out of her tiny body. âBlue! Get your lazy butt out here. You have an actual customer.â
Ky stepped back at the abrupt change in Blakeâs tone and volume. He tripped on the mat by the door, catching himself from completely falling on his ass by grabbing the edge of the counter. He was obviously still a little dizzy but had no idea why.
âFuck. Sorry,â he said to Blake, as she incredulously looked on at his antics.
âBlake, you arenât supposed to damage the clients before they pay.â
Ky glanced to the side, and discovered the most incredible sea-blue eyes heâd ever seen. âUmâŚno, that was my fault.â
Mr. Blue-eyesâKy assumed his eyes matched his nameâflashed a sweet smile, holding a hand out to Ky. âNo problem, dude. Iâm Blue.â
âKyleâKy Adamson. I guess Iâm late. Sorry about that.â
Blue grinned crookedly at him with a teasing wink. âWeâre not too strict on time around here. Wanna come on through and have a chat?â
Ky could only nod, his heart thumping out a strong bass line in his ears. He wasnât sure if it was the prospect of the tattoo itself, or the open friendliness of Blueâs handsome face that had him suddenly on edge. Electrified nerves skittered under his skin, trickling down his spine, his palms instantly clammy as Blue tipped his head for Ky to follow him.
There was something about the slighter-framed man that sent a little series of jolts straight to Kyâs gut. It might have simply been the knowledge that he was there so Blue could purposely inflict pain on him â surely not that much though. He hoped. It could also have been the weighty issue occupying three-quarters of his mind. Strangely enough, it was more of a this guy couldnât possibly be making my dick hard feeling.
Of course, watching Blue bend down to pick up an errant pen, his low-riding jeans sliding down just enough to see the shadows of tattoos sticking up alongside the top of his butt crack, might have revved his engine a little, too.
âHave a seat, Ky.â
The instant familiarity of Blue using his nickname made Ky relax into the big-cushioned couch heâd been directed to. âThanks,â he muttered when Blue settled beside him, tucking one leg underneath his bottom as he reached for a clipboard on a small table beside the sofa.
Everything in the small room was well used, or in a lot of cases, Ky surmised, just used period. Once heâd finished checking out the decor and necessities, not much more than the couch and table reallyâand no tattoo machines, needles or bottles of ink. He turned back to Blue, who listed his head to the side.
âYou nervous? Not too late to change yourââ
âYeah, I know. Just getting used to my surroundings.â Ky shifted farther back into the worn leather, hoping he gave the appearance of being more relaxed than he actually was. âInterestingplace youâve got here.â
He forced a pathetic grin, looking to Blue for a reaction, which he received in the form of a low chuckle. Heat seeped into Kyâs cheeks, so he quickly continued, âThatâŚthat painting on the door is amazing. I donât know much about art, but it looks pretty cool.â
Blueâs vibrant eyes lowered beneath long, dark lashes and peeked out from beneath a fringe of messy hair. He had shaggy, dark brown, out-of-control curls, but as he pushed his hair back, Ky saw the distinct tracks where his hair had been shaved close to his scalp on one side. He had an interesting look, to say the least. Not to mention the full beard and mustache that Ky was honestly not sure how he felt about. Heâd never been one for facial hair, and found himself wondering if it itched.
âI did it on a whim. Turned out okay, I guess. So, yeah, thanks.â Blue drew Ky out of his pondering, gazing determinedly into his eyes again. âYou ready to start?â
Ky twisted so he was facing Blue dead-on. There were still faint flutters of anxiety in his belly, but Blake had been right, Blue made him feel more comfortable than heâd expected.
âLetâs do it. Shoot.â
âCool.â Blue grinned at him as he clicked the end of his pen, then bowed his head again. Ky caught himself wanting to reach out and touch the dark mop of hair that Blue kept trying to sweep away from his eyes. âJust gonna ask you a few questions. Letâs seeâŚare you high?â
Unable to keep his jaw hinged, Ky gaped at Blue, his eyes wide and burning a little with the effort. âAm IâŚam I what? High?â
âAround here its question number one. Sorry, but Iâve worked on enough stoned people to know itâs not a good idea. If youâre tweaking you donât tend to feel the pain as much, but at the same time, youâre more likely to not have put much thought into the art you want on your body. No offense, man.â
Shifting a little in his chair, Ky furrowed his brow. âNot high or drunk. Not offended either.â He definitely couldnât take offense since heâd asked Blake if Blue tattooed while he was high before even meeting him.
âAll right. Ever been inked before?â
âNo.â
âHow are you with pain?â
âHigh tolerance.â
Blue lifted his head, his icy blue orbs skating over Kyâs face. âThat shiner looks like it could have caused a little discomfort. Bruise on your cheek looks fresh, too.â
He paused, as Ky concentrated on his lap, then looked back up, a slow heat starting from his ears and running into his cheeks again. Heâd forgotten about the current state of his face, and suddenly everything felt awkward.
âNot on the run from some mob guys or the law, are ya?â
The sweet smile that accompanied Blueâs teasing put Ky at a little more ease. He forced a half-grin. âNope. Just a hobby.â
âDangerous hobby,â Blue said with a low whistle.
Ky immediately wanted to disappear into the concrete floor. Since when did a pair of pretty blue eyes and a sexy voice make him want to do anything but dismiss whoever was behind them? He didnât blush for anyone or anythingâusually. And he definitely didnât need the distraction to his real purpose for being there.
See? I told you it sounds great, didn’t I?
July 18, 2015
Categories: Uncategorized . Tags: Amber Allure, Amber Quill Press, erotic, Erotic Romance, fiction, happiness, K-K-Lee Klein, LGBT, m/m, Mancandy, New Releases, shifters, tattoos, Writing . Author: vjsummersandsmut . Comments: Leave a comment