What’s on tap for Kc Wells & Parker Williams?
KC Wells and I were lucky enough to get a contract for Someone to Keep Me from Dreamspinner Press. It’s the story of Ben & Scott and also features characters from An Unlocked Heart and her upcoming book, “Trusting Thomas”.
Scott Keating is American. He’s stifled at home. His parents have his life mapped out and won’t accept any deviation from their plans. Scott wants more from life. He wants to be loved and belong. He meets ‘Jeff’ online. Jeff is everything Scott is looking for. He’s attentive. He’s friendly. He knows all the right things to say. Scott thinks he’s too good to be true. When Jeff invites Scott to come live in the United Kingdom, Scott jumps at the chance. The problem? Jeff isn’t there when Scott shows up. He’s alone in a foreign country. No phone. No friends. No Jeff. He’s afraid and doesn’t know what to do.
Enter Benjamin Winters. He finds Scott on a bench and is drawn to help the young man. He takes Scott to see his bosses, Leo and Thomas, who offer to help Scott find a way to stay in the UK. The thing is? When Leo’s submissive, Alex, talks to Scott, he believes the lad needs more than someone to help him. He needs someone to keep him.
Writing this book with KC was simply incredible. I have to be honest, I wasn’t sure we’d mesh well when we were writing, but that wasn’t a problem at all. She’s an amazing partner in crime. So much so, in fact, that we decided that we were going to write a new book together. Damian’s Discipline is also part of the Collars and Cuffs world. Not directly, but more like an offshoot of it. We’re still working on the plot and details, so I won’t say too much about it. It’s going to be something different than either of us has tried before. Damian is mentioned in Someone to Keep Me, as is the person he’s going to need to deal with. (Won’t say who just yet. You’ll need to read STKM to find out.)
Then while we were putting everything together, I got the idea for a THIRD book. This one is hush-hush so I won’t say anything other than the characters are Eli and Jarod and this one will be something we haven’t really seen before in M/M BDSM stories.
Finally, there’s another story that I asked KC if she’d like to write with me. It’s not BDSM and it doesn’t have a title yet, but it’s going to be a ghost story. We’re trying to create a world different from anyone else.
I think that’s what I like best about working with KC. Things go in many different directions when we put our minds to it. In Someone to Keep Me we had the whole story plotted out, beginning to end. Then while I was at work one night I had an idea for a different direction for the characters. I thought for sure KC would say ‘no, we have it already planned out’, but when I got home I was so excited I had to write it out. I showed it to her and she loved it and we added it into the story.
I hope you’ll join us on our adventure. It’s going to be a hell of a lot of fun. In fact, here’s a bit from Someone to Keep Me just to tantalize you. (Remember this book is unedited as yet so this may change.)
SOMEONE TO KEEP ME
KC Wells & Parker Williams
Copyright 2013
Dreamspinner Press
“Excuse me, but are you all right?”
The voice was low and firm. I lifted my head and saw a man, possibly in his late twenties, looking at me anxiously, deep brown eyes filled with concern. Swiftly I straightened, wiping my face.
“I’m fine, thank you,” I reassured him, pasting on a fake bright smile. No way was I about to discuss my personal affairs with a complete stranger. I met his gaze, hoping I could bluff him.
No such luck.
Those brown eyes narrowed. “Sorry, mate, but I’m not buying it.” It was difficult to follow what he was saying. His accent was kind of flat and the words sounded funny. Well, funny peculiar to my ears. “I think you’re in trouble.” His expression softened. “Want to talk about it? Maybe I can help.”
I shook my head vigorously. What I wanted was for Jeff to turn up like he’d promised and take me home. The thought of Jeff brought fresh tears to my eyes. I couldn’t hold them back any more. I couldn’t help but think that maybe even being back home would be better than this.
“Where are your parents?” he asked.
I huffed a quick breath before almost looking him in the eyes. “I’m eighteen.” I sighed.
He put his hands up. “Sorry. You just look so much younger. I thought you might be lost.”
I tried to give a smile, but I don’t think it came out very well. “I get that a lot.” I was really fighting the urge not to cry. The guy would think I was a real basket case. I swallowed hard.
“Okay, that’s enough.” His voice dropped even lower. “You can’t stay here. Come with me.”
I dragged my sleeve across my eyes and nose, and stood up. For some inexplicable reason, I found myself doing what he said. I couldn’t help myself. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“What have you done to be sorry for?” he asked me, looking perplexed.
“You don’t even know me.” I snuffled. “I’m a mess, but you’re still being so nice about it.”
“That’s enough of that,” he said, hand stretched out toward me. “Come on, let’s go.”
“W-where are we going?” I stammered. He looked around and his eyes lit up.
“There’s a café just over there. Why don’t we go sit inside, I’ll get you something to eat and drink, and you can tell me everything.” Something in the tone of his voice made me think he wasn’t about to take no for an answer. And to be honest? I didn’t want to say no. My stomach grumbled loudly and he laughed. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. I sneaked a peek at the café. It was public, so he’d be less likely to try anything funny, not that I thought he would. And he was definitely growing on me. I didn’t have a clue why he affected me the way he did, but I somehow knew I could trust him. I nodded tearfully and he grasped my arm. He glanced around. “Where’s your luggage?”
I gestured to my body. “No luggage—just me.” I tried to smile, but the situation was still too raw. A flicker of surprise flashed across his face, and then it was gone. He gave me a lopsided grin.
“I can’t wait to hear this.” He held out his hand. “The name’s Ben Winters, by the way.”
I took it, his fingers folding around mine in a warm but firm clasp. “Scott Keating.”
