Free Read from KevaD
Hello, Margie!
Thank you so much for finally surrendering to the water board and agreeing to allow me on your blog. Honestly, I'm very grateful to be here. You know how much I respect you and your writing.
I brought friends. Mike insisted. He said he spoke with you over a beer, and you said it was okay. But Mike would say and do anything to get Chaz some exposure, so I'm never quite sure whether I should believe him.
Oh! Since we last spoke, Noble Romance Publishing contracted a horror romance series of short stories with me – "Catherine's Toys." Stay tuned for more about that project. If you enjoy psychotic lovers and lots of strange sex, this one might be up your alley. See the video.
I write about anything. My published books cover hetero suspense romance and gay comedy romance. Like I said, "Catherine" is horror romance, and two manuscripts currently on the submission trail looking for a publisher are suspense romance and dark fantasy romance.
As DA Kentner, I interview authors for a national news service and post the unedited versions on my blog.
That's about as exciting as I get. Other than pizza. Love pizza. Pizza in high heels. Oh, yes! Nothing better. Except sex, of course. My wife hates finding tomato sauce in her shoes, but what the hell…
KevaD, you sure you and Kb Cutter aren't related? He has this thing for heels on a Saturday night.
Chaz & Mike - Married – Day One
By KevaD
I snapped my eyes open and strained to hear. Maybe the moo had just been a part of the dream I hadn't been having. One could always hope, but with my partner - now husband - Mike, I never knew for certain. Mike had a unique way of transmuting fantasy to reality, and reality to a frigging nightmare. But, God love him, he only ever had the best intentions.
Like the time he defended the honor of a waiter, and destroyed a restaurant in the process. Or when he surprised me with breakfast. The surprise? The kitchen was on fire.
Moo.
I patted the wall side of the iron-framed bed. Empty. Oh yeah. He had another surprise waiting for me. We'd only been married less than a day, and my butt still ached from losing my homosexual virginity to the kindest, bravest, most beautiful, and most muscled man I'd ever known. Mike's love tool was a sledgehammer, and he'd definitely nailed my ass.
Moo.
A gravelly groan seeped out of me. "Ooh." Cattle would have never made my "morning after" list of gifts to lay before my lover, but then, I wasn't Mike. I pulled the down-filled comforter over my head. Maybe if I stayed hidden in the warmth I wouldn't have to know what he was up to.
The door to the one-bedroom farmhouse creaked open and slammed closed. Heavy footfalls stomped their way through the living room, into the kitchen, and stopped in the doorway to my would-be cavern. There wasn't a bathroom, unless you counted the outhouse located a few yards from the oak tree, as there wasn't any indoor plumbing. No electricity either. The house and thousand plus acres of farmland had belonged to my deceased Amish uncle who left it all to me, a born and bred Jersey boy. A real prankster, my uncle.
"Chaz, your toes are moving. I know you're awake. Get up." His voice was way too chipper for my liking.
Moo.
"You do know they sell ready-made milk at the store, right? You didn't have to buy a do-it-yourself kit."
Mike giggled. I cringed. Anytime the man giggled, well… Last time he giggled like that he'd put my cell phone on vibrate, stuck the damn thing up my butt, and used his phone to make the call. Come to think of it, that had happened just last night. I needed to find a way to get even.
"Get out of bed, or I'll drag you out."
I flopped down the covers and risked a glance toward the doorway. Under the much too large black Stetson on his head, Mike wore a calico pearl-buttoned shirt, jeans sporting a leather belt with the biggest damned brass buckle I'd ever seen. I squinted to get a better look. Rodeo Champion. Then I spotted the new boots.
"Your boots are gray. And have pimples. Why do your boots have acne, Mike? For that matter, why are you dressed like Roy Rogers?" Not that that was a bad thing, because he looked damn good. His broad chest, arms like steel cables, the bulge in his jeans… I hadn't had breakfast yet. Mike would be a hell of an appetizer.
The corners of his gorgeous mouth curled. Mike had a marvelous smile. My knees went soft, and my shoulders quivered. I shook off the swoon. Oh, yeah. I was in trouble.
"The boots are ostrich leather. The guy at the store said they're real cowboy boots."
"Yeah." I chuckled. "Lot of problems with herds of wild ostriches in Montana, Tex."
His eyes glowed like a field of fireflies. "I got you a pair, too." From behind his back he produced a hat similar to the one on his head. "And a hat. Hurry up."
I rolled out of bed, as naked as my confusion. "What's going on?"
He pulled a set of boots that did in fact match his from around the corner of the doorway. Yay. I was going to don footwear in desperate need of Clearasil. I quickly threw on jeans and a flannel shirt, stepped into the skin of a dead bird, and tapped the hat onto my head.
"Now what?"
Mike grabbed my hand and dragged me along behind to the door, and outside. Near Elsie the milk cow rested my laptop. "Your computer's fully charged. I found a guy in town who linked you to the Internet and got you a Skype number."
"Why?" Considering I was dressed for the Chisholm trail, a cow stood in the yard, and my feet were encased in a bird's carcass, the question seemed reasonable.
Mike tapped on the keyboard. A woman, not unattractive as far as women go, came up on the screen.
"Say hi to Margie Church. She's a writer, too. From Minnesota. That's why I wanted us to look all westerney. So she wouldn't think we're city slickers."
"Mike. Minnesota's north of us here in Iowa. A cowgirl, she's not. A beer and ice fishing expert who says Ya, hey der, probably."
He waved off my sarcasm. "She writes gay fiction, just like you."
"Really?" Okay. I was interested. "You've read her work?"
"Nah. The book, Hard as Teak, isn't out until June 27. Her other stuff's just men and women getting it on, but I hear it's pretty good if that's your thing."
There are times to keep your mouth shut. This might have been one of them. So, of course, I didn't. "Who told you she's a good writer? I mean, I never heard of her. Can't be too popular in Jersey if I don't know who she is."
"KevaD said so. Shh. She's hooking up her microphone."
"Our KevaD? The guy who created us?" Hey, if the boss says she's good, who was I to argue? I did notice one tiny problem though. "Mike, where's my microphone?"
His ears caught fire. "You need one?"
"Only to talk with," I grumbled.
"Oh. Maybe you should just type hello then…"
"Boo! It's always fun to make you two jump. I see you've turned this place into a man cave already. Can't say I'm a fan of the Budweiser art you've hung up everywhere. Interesting."
"It was Chaz's idea. I just drink them," said Mike.
"Traitor."
"Fine boots you're wearing. But we don't wear those here. We wear what I affectionately call, shit kickers. Square-toed hiking boots. I've brought a pair for both of you so you can clean up after Elsie out there."
"I told you this was a stupid idea, Chaz."
"I hear a lover's spat coming on. I'd hate to be the cause. We do say you betcha, you wanna go show, and a host of other phrases. But I will say this, if a Minnesotan says, that's interesting, it means it's the dumbest thing they've ever heard or seen in their life and they're too polite to look you in the eye and tell you so."
"Suppose that means we should get rid of the Budweiser art, huh Mike?"
"You betcha."
Thank you so much for sharing your wit and talent today, KevaD. It's always a blast and I hope you and the boys come back soon.Keep up with KevaD. His books are marvelous
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Tags: KevaD David Kentner free reads Noble Romance Out of the Closet Margie Church
Good morning, Margie.
I'm headed for the coffee to chew a few grounds.
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LOL - I'm chewing as I write! Welcome, KevaD. I'm grinning like a fool that you made time for me.
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I love the images you used, very eyecatching, and 12 years of Catholic school before accepting my pagan self left me shuddering at the nuns with guns. Oh, and your story is great! I hope to read some of your work very soon.
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Why, thank you, ma'am - both for the comment and for stopping by.
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Maybe she'd like to read "A Kiss From the Shadows." I think it's my best work so far.
KevaD here:
Chaz, you're imaginary. So are your novels. Sorry to break it to you big guy.
Mike:
Then write the damn book. Chaz says it's his best. I think it's his best, too. Not happy, KevaD.
KevaD:
Jeez. I'll think about it...
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Glad to know I'm not the only one whose characters fight with them...write the damn book, KevaD!
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Big fan of what you've done with Chaz and Mike in both books. They are fantastic characters.
Looking forward to checking out your horror stories.
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Did you see? She called me eyecatching. Obviously, a woman with good taste.
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That makes two of us...
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Hi, Lauren!
Thank you for tracking me and the boys down. I love your work. They love your tattoo.
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Love the post, D, and you know I love what I've read of this story so far. The chemistry between these men pure sweetness, and I don't usually read m/m.
Different than what I remember though. Very interesting. Gotta love Chaz and Mike.
Warmly,
Bianca
PS-You're blog is lovely, Margie. I'll have to swing by again!
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Bianca, thank you! I hope you'll subscribe!
Margie
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Bianca!
Great to see you here.
The section you critted is the spinoff from this short read, which will become a novella.
Chaz insisted.
Secretly, he kind of likes the boots with acne.
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I recently purchased Out of the Closet and read it in one sitting. Brilliant. Funny. Touching. I normally do not read M/M, however, I will devour anything M/M from KevaD.
Hmmm..somehow that does not sound right...
Fab blog post. Quite clever.
Yes. Men can rock the heels.
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What does you want to go show mean?
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It's short for do you want to go to the show, as in movies. We also say, Let'squeat...short for let's go eat. I'm sure there's a lot of others I don't think about before I say them.
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Amber!
So glad you're here.
Chaz read an excerpt of Khyber Run. He's in awe.
Mike got jealous though, so he had to hide it.
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Mike, think of it as an appetizer. You, sir, are the main course!
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KB,
Thank you for the kind words and for buying my book. Yay! Thank you again!
Love your Saturday night heels by the way.
Mike:
Is he hitting on Chaz?
Do I need to kick his ass?
Chaz:
He's just being polite. Relax. I'm yours. Stop being so jealous.
Mike:
I saw the wink. I'm gonna kick his ass...
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Aw Mike, before you go kicking Kb's ass...you should know he packs heat...COP. You're full of lovely brawn (yeah, I saw ya shudder LOL) but bullets outrank fists...just sayin...I'd hate to have anything happen to you on my watch. (Psst...he does pole dancing too!)
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He winks at my man again, I'll shove his pole...
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I'll let Kb know to stop by and read the warning himself...you guys can take it out back.
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KB,
For our honeymoon, Mike and I are going to Vegas by way of a brothel called the Pony Paddock.
KevaD says we might run into some serious trouble there.
Want to come?
Mike:
Grumble, grumble.
If you wear that boa the blonde at the top of the page is wearing, I suppose it'd be okay.
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Whoa. Simmer down Mike. While I could use a good ass kicking, not making goo-goo eyes at Chaz.
Unless he is in fishnets and stiletto's..then..
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No, no, KB. The boys don't go in that direction.
Chaz can get a little OCD about cleanliness sometimes, but that's about it.
A glass of Chardonnay can definitely get his attention though.
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Hmm. Vegas brothel invite? Tempting. Pony paddock? I'll bring mah spurs!
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If we're all going to Vegas together, I'll bring the camera. I for sure have to capture all these Kodak moments.
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"Out of the Cowboy Closet" - the next installment of Chaz, Mike, and their kitten, TCT. Hopefully, it will be finished within the next three months.
Thar's trouble in them thar' hills... and Mike's determined to get to the bottom of it.
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I can't wait!
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Margie,
Thank you so very much for allowing us to visit today!
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David, the pleasure was all mine.
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Mike and Chaz are back! Yay!
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Hi, Evanne!
Great to see you.
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Margie..I just love ya.. ROTFLMAO
Now I have to get the books.
Love the laughs.
I laughed so hard lat night when I read this interview. I absolutely love it.
Thank you
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Darcy, it was my pleasure to bring KevaD here...but he did all the work. And his books are amazing. I know you'll enjoy them.
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Thank you, Darcy.
I know Chaz, Mike, and TCT would love to spend an evening or two with you.
Mike:
She seems nice. I like her.
Chaz:
Yeah, she does. I think TCT would like her, too.
Mike:
Maybe we should tell her my other name.
Chaz:
Oh. no, let's not--
Mike:
Rock Hard, the actor. Heard of me?
Chaz:
Of course she hasn't. Rock's more imaginary than you are. He doesn't exist.
Mike:
You thought I existed pretty hard last night.
Chaz:
*blush*
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*snicker*
and Darcy is lovely...she lives in Alaska!
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KevaD you just know I can't get enough of Mike and Chaz. I'm hanging out for the next installment.
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Hi, Lillian - my fav author from down under.
Chaz:
Australia?
KevaD:
Yes, Chaz, Lillian lives in Australia.
Mike:
Cool. Down and under. I like the sound of that.
Chaz:
I'm getting excited.
Mike:
We should go now...
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You have them laughing in the aisles again, David. Naughty.
Keep up the humorous stories, you're on a roll
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Hello, Cari.
Thanks for stopping by. I appreciate it.
Mike:
Silverwood. I had silver wood once.
Chaz:
That was a condom.
Mike:
Do you think she'd like to see it?
Chaz
Mike!!!!
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Loved the interview!
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Mike:
Can't say as I've heard of Rock Hard, but I'm sure he's real enough to those that matter *wink*
Thank you Margie!
Beautiful days up here now as long as your mindful of the mosquitoes.
My mate made the mistake of leaving the door open yesterday just for a minute or 2, but the little buggers got in anyway. Opened up my laptop this morning and one of the little boogers was resting on my screen. Sneaky little things. ...LOL.
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Snort!
Poor, poor KevaD. How do you put up with those guys? Still you gotta love 'em or they'd drive you batty. They're worse than Stryver and Blue, who I happen to love very much. Oh, oh, guess what? I have the pole to go alone with those stilettos above. Drooling, love those shoes!
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Jerri and Jadette!
Two of my favorite people. Thank you so much for dropping in!
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