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A new website and a New Direction

Hello readers!

As some of you know, I have been taking a break from my romance series to work on a new project. You can check out this new project on a new website, I will be writing all of my non-romance stories under that name.

Lovers of romance, don’t abandon hope! I have every intention to continue writing in my romance series, and I have begun new books for The Stables and the Alvarado series. I hope you’ll come on this new adventure with me. I’m curious to see where it leads, and I hope you are, too.

All the best,
C.E. Kilgore

Dragged Through Fire update #2

Hello readers! I have chapter snippet for you from Welcome to Alvarado book #4, Dragged Through Fire.

I’m startled out of a damn good dream; a dream in which I didn’t toss that bartender’s number in the trash. The fire alarm is blaring, and it sets my blood rushing. Sorry, hot bartended of my dreams, but it’s time to go to work.

My apartment above the firehouse garage affords me two things: free rent in exchange for firehouse maintenance, and always being the first on the truck. Trent lives in the second one bedroom apartment, which used to be bunk houses, but he has yet to beat me for an alarm call. Liam sometimes beats me, but only because I’ve caught him sleeping in one of the two firetrucks on occasion when he gets enough of living at home. I get it. I lived with Dad for twenty years, too, before spending one summer clearing out the old bunk houses that hadn’t been used in thirty years and making them livable again.

Truth be told, we don’t get many late night alarms in Alvarado. There’s been more lately as the small rural town experiences some growing pains, but nothing crazy. A garage fire, an accident out on one of the unlit farm roads, or sometimes a barn heater that’s been knocked over. Those are always the worst, with frightened animals and frantic farmhands, but luckily they’re also the rarest call we get. Dad’s farm fire safety campaign took a better part of my summer before senior year, but it’s paid off. As I sit up in bed with the alarm bell clamoring under my feet in the garage below, I rub my eyes and wonder what’s on fire at-

What fucking time is it?

My blurry vision squinting at my phone’s way too bright screen says it’s two a.m., which means most of us are running on four hours sleep, tops. Man, am I glad Matt had to bow out early when his wife called with a sick toddler, and we all decided to call it a night, too. I feel enough like a pile a crap as it is.

A bang on my door shocks the hell out of me and has me on my feet. “Riley! Get your ass up!”

Trent? …The fuck? Hearing his voice up and out of bed first flips my gears into high speed. After splashing cold water on my face from the small kitchenette sink, I head out the door in my boxers and a white tank top then make a barefooted dash downstairs to the lockers. The alarm bell has stopped, which is…odd… because I’m the only one at the lockers…

With one knee-high fire retardant sock pulled on and the other in my hand, I turn to look around the garage. The glossy light gray floor reflects the big dome lights overhead and the shiny red of the two fire engines. Neither of the firetrucks are running, and the huge garage bay doors are closed.

What the heck?

Sock in hand, I cautiously walk to the back of Engine Two, wondering if I’d dreamed the whole thing, even Trent’s command to get up. Would explain how he got out of bed before me, and why the garage is eerily silent. Prepared to accept I’ve lost my damn mind, I take a last look behind the engines. What awaits me is no fire, but something much more dangerous.

“It’s about damn time, brother!” Zack laughs and Trent’s whooping whistle echoes through the garage.

“Have a seat.” Trent taps the back of a white enameled metal chair he’s swiped from our crew kitchen.

“What the hell is going on?” I ask, not taking one step towards that chair. All the hairs on the back of my neck are standing at attention, because when Trent and Zack put their heads together, it always spells trouble. “And where is the night crew?”

“We told Jimmy and Nate to go grab some burgers.” Zack continues to laugh his head off. “God, man, look at you! Already undressed, and the fun hasn’t even started. At least you ain’t a briefs man!”

Sock fisted, I cross my arms. “Seriously, what’s going on? Why did the alarm sound?”

“I tried to tell them,” Liam half says, half yawns and I finally notice him sitting high up on the back of Engine Two. None of them are in fire gear. In fact, they’re all still wearing what they had on when we went out for drinks a few hours ago. Liam looks tired and somewhat remorseful for his part in all this… whatever this is. “Told them you don’t like surprises.”

“I hate surprises,” I confirm what they damn well all know. When you grow up in the middle of four brothers, surprises more often than not resulted in your embarrassment, or an argument, or a broken arm.

“C’mon, bro,” Trent points to the empty seat. “Be a good sport.”

Knowing Trent won’t give up, and wanting to have this done with so I can get back to sleep, I huff out my frustration and sit in the chair. Zack giggles like a school girl while Trent marches over to the truck with a shit-eating grin, pulls something out then walks back over with his hand behind his back. The last time he did something like this, the thing behind his back turned out to be a tarantula. Bastard knows I hate spiders…

Trent whisks his hand forward, plops a glittery pointed hat on my head and snaps an elastic band under my chin. “Happy birthday!”

From the top of the fire engine, Liam blows one of those paper noisemakers and tosses an open packet of confetti at my head. Paper pink baby carriages and yellow ducks land on my shoulders. I pick one up and try to find some sort of sense in it.

“Left over from Matt’s baby shower,” Liam snorts and tosses another packet over my head. “Best we could do on short notice.”

“I think the hat is Matt’s, too,” Zack says. “Well, Avery’s. It says ‘I’m Two!’ on it, so I think it works for you just fine.”

“It’s not my birthday.” Wait…is it?

“It is.” Trent laughs. “As of 2:08 a.m., you are officially twenty-three years old!”

Zack slaps my back and lets out a heavy sigh. “Twenty-three years ago today, my short-lived reign over the Neumann household ended,” he laments. “Worst Christmas present, ever. No one said how cute I was anymore after you showed up.”

“You were never cute,” Trent argues. “You were a fugly baby with no hair, and Mom has the photo albums to prove it.”

“You’re one to talk, Captain Forehead,” Zack fires back.

“At least I grew into mine,” Trent retorts, at which point Zack puts Trent into a headlock and their usual scuffling commences with Liam refereeing from the far, safe sideline.

Well, shit. It’s my birthday. With everything that happened yesterday, I’d completely forgotten. We don’t ever make much fuss about my birthday, with it coming right after Christmas. For a long time, I thought Santa brought my birthday presents, too, because they’d always be lumped in with the ones under the tree. Mom would sometimes get me something special, and there was always a cake, but mostly it passed by like any other day, which was fine by me. As I’ve already stated, I hate surprises.

Which is why the longer I sit here, covered in confetti with a child’s birthday hat on my head, I become more agitated. But, I’m their brother, and it’s nice of them to remember my birthday. So, I plaster on a smile and try to shrug off my apprehension. “Thanks, guys. Can I go back to bed now?”

Zack lets go of Trent’s head and presses my shoulders back down as I attempt to vacate the chair. “Not so fast. We haven’t gotten to the best part yet.”

“The presents!” Trent does an overdramatic ‘ta-da!’ pose, complete with jazz-hands; never a good sign of things to come.

From his spot on the engine, Liam solemnly shakes his head and sighs out a warning. “He’s not going to like it…”

“Exactly!” Trent snaps his fingers. Oh, dear God... “He’s going to love it.”

I can already tell I won’t. But, for better or (most the time) worse, they’re my brothers, except… “I can see Matt wanted no part of this?”

Liam blurts out a laugh, and that scares me.

Trent nervously side-glances Zack, and now I’m actually frightened for my wellbeing.

“He couldn’t make it.” Zack does his best to play it off, meaning Matt wouldn’t approve of whatever they have planned. “Pregnant wife and a sick toddler and all that…”

“But enough about Matt,” Trent redirects. “Tonight is all about you, birthday boy. Are you ready to meet your destiny?”

“My what?”

Trent doesn’t reply but looks over his shoulder at the front of the firetruck then says more loudly, “Your destiny?!”

“What is going-” My words are cut off when the cab door on Engine Number Two opens and loud music blares out of it; Fire Woman by The Cult, only it sounds like a strip club remix.

Oh, fuck.

Oh no! What have Riley’s brothers done? Who is stepping out of that firetruck? Find out on the next update post, or head over to Patreon to read it now.

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About the Book:

When Alex agreed to spend spring break camping with his best friend from college, he expected Emily to actually go with him. Stuck in her dorm with the flu, Emily convinces Alex to go enjoy the outdoors and finish working on his master’s degree thesis. Alex has never been much for the great outdoors, but some peace and quiet away from a bustling college campus is too tempting to pass up. Loaded down with hastily bought camping supplies and enough bug spray to fumigate an apartment complex, Alex heads off into adventure.

But, Emily forgot to mention one minor detail: her brother, Ryan. Now Alex is stuck inside a tiny cabin in the middle of nowhere, with no cell service, no heat and a distractingly handsome man who is completely off-limits. As his thesis goes nowhere, Alex may go insane from attempting to act as hetero as possible around Ryan, if the mosquitoes don’t eat him alive first.

Chapter previews available:

Chapter 3  |  Chapter 4  |  Chapter 5

Updates and Welcome To Alvarado Book 4

Hello Readers! I have a few updates for you.

Two Boys, One Cabin is currently in the editing phase, but I hope to have that ready for publishing soon. Reminder: it will be released to my Patreon ‘Coffee Club‘ supporters two weeks early, and at no additional cost. I’ve already released the first chapters on Patreon for those readers who would like to get a head start.

Now to some news many of you have been waiting for. I have begun working on Welcome to Alvarado, book 4: Dragged Through Fire. I had some trouble getting this one started, so I apologize to those fans of the series who have been emailing and messaging me for updates. It’s great to hear how many people love reading the stories about the boys of Alvarado, and I hope I can do Riley and Jay-Jay’s story to your expectations. A few things you can certainly expect from Dragged Through Fire are a bunch of brotherly antics and arguments, firefighters doing what they do best, an absolute diva queen who doesn’t take shit from anyone, and a respectful look into the world of performance drag. Below is a sneak peek at the first chapter.

I don’t fear the flames. I respect the power they possess and appreciate their inherent beauty. The way they dance, entrancing those who stop to watch. How embers can burn soft and low in one moment then roar to life, giving breath to a monster in the next. Fire consumes all it touches, and it will burn you alive if you get too close, but it can also be a friend who will get you through the darkest of nights.

No, I don’t fear the flames. I’ve been around them my whole life. They’re as much a part of me as the skin they threaten to singe if I forget my place and fail to pay them the respect they deserve.

“Stop.” I hold out my hand in case my word is lost to the heavy breathing and locator chirps filling the spaces in between the thick smoke and ashen clouds billowing around us. It’s as if we’d stepped off the green lawn out front and right into the heart of a volcano.

“What?” Liam comes to a halt at my signal, the nervous hitch in his voice expected. He’s only seen a few fires and never showed interest in their siren call. I don’t think he’d be here if he hadn’t been desperately in need of a job after graduation, despite having the Neumann last name. Casting aside his rookie jitters, he begins glancing around the room for clues as to why we’ve stopped. Unable to figure it out, he looks to my experience for help. “What do you see, Riley?”

As I’m about to answer, and maybe give Liam a lesson on reading a room, Liam is jostled forward as Trent pushes in between us, hose nozzle in hand. “What’s the fucking hold up? I have a date in half an hour.” Trent’s the exact opposite of Liam, hotheaded and living life as fast as possible. He loves the fire as much as I do, but he doesn’t respect it, yet.

“You may be late to your date,” I speak through the respirator tied to the two oxygen tanks secured to my back. “We need to punch a vent.”

“Like fuck,” Trent huffs back over the coms. He shoulders past us and palms the door. “It’s cold.”

“It’s sealed,” I argue, already sure Trent’s beyond the point of listening. We’re all exhausted, having fought our way up to the fourth floor in full gear and putting out spot fires along the way. It’s gone textbook smooth so far, but Trent’s getting impatient, and that remains his biggest hang-up.

“It’s fine,” he argues back. “The fire is already contained, so let’s clear this shit and get out of here.”

“A fire is never a hundred percent contained,” I remind my younger brother, but I can see him rolling his eyes past his facemask.

“Your fear is never a hundred percent contained,” he mocks back.

I step up to him, not in the mood to put up with his childish bullshit today. “It’s not about fear, it’s about respect. You need to learn how to read the fire.”

“I can read just fucking fine,” he says, shirking away from criticism. “My hand says the door is cold, and my dick says you’re a pussy.”

“Trent-” But my annoyance is tempered by a rush of adrenaline when the idiot opens the door, with Liam standing right in the line of fire.

In an instant, the smoke billowing around us is sucked in through the doorway and a sound that’s impossible to describe, half demon half church choir, crescendos as the beast hiding in the next room is given life. An inferno rages, flashing through the door and crawling up the ceiling. Trent at least has the good sense to not stay in the doorway after he pushes it open, so the fireball bubbles past him as he looks on in wide-eyed horror. Liam isn’t so lucky. The kid is pushed off his feet, and for a second, he flies.

“Shit!” Trent cusses. “Shit. Fuck! Shit.”

“The hose!” I remind Trent he’s holding our only hope.

“Shit, fuck!” He continues to cuss but flips on the nozzle and begins drenching the room.

“Fall back!” I yell over the hissing and popping molten lava roiling overhead. For a second, I stop to glance up at it. God, it’s as beautiful as it is deadly; seductive and violent, moving like a living thing and devouring the very air to survive. After my soul is satiated with the glimpse I allow it into Hell, I refocus on stabilizing Liam and getting Trent to follow orders. “Goddammit, Trent, back your ass up!”

Trent starts shuffling backwards towards my voice as I locate Liam a few feet from the door we came through. He’s propped up on a pile of ash covered collapsed boxes and gives me a groaning response as I tug on his collar. His bell’s been rung pretty good, and he’s turtled on his back by the weight of the tanks.

“He okay?” Trent asks, an obvious fear mixed with the frustration at being wrong, again, as he uses the hose to fight back the demon crawling along the ceiling. “The Goddamn door was cold!”

“Save it.” I’ve had enough of this shitshow. Hauling Liam up, and thank God the kid is a scrawny beanpole, I get him to his feet as Trent continues to keep the flames from reaching our backs. Liam wobbles but gives me a thumbs up, even as his first step nearly has him falling again. Looping his arm around my shoulders, I begin heading for the stairs. “Let’s go.”

“I can save this,” Trent argues, his pride wounded.

“Out, now,” I command, my eyes stealing another glance up at the beast. “It’s too hungry.”

“Fuck.” Trent spits one last curse at the fire then backtracks with us.

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Two Boys, One Cabin – Chapter 5

Happy New Year, readers! I hope you had a wonderful holiday, and I wish you all the best for 2018. I have so many plans for 2018, including two new books for the Welcome to Alvarado series, a new Stables series book, and a new Corwint series book! To start off the new year, I will first be publishing a stand alone MM Romance, Two Boys, One Cabin. Below you can find a preview of Chapter 5.

About the Book:

When Alex agreed to spend spring break camping with his best friend from college, he expected Emily to actually go with him. Stuck in her dorm with the flu, Emily convinces Alex to go enjoy the outdoors and finish working on his master’s degree thesis. Alex has never been much for the great outdoors, but some peace and quiet away from a bustling college campus is too tempting to pass up. Loaded down with hastily bought camping supplies and enough bug spray to fumigate an apartment complex, Alex heads off into adventure.

But, Emily forgot to mention one minor detail: her brother, Ryan. Now Alex is stuck inside a tiny cabin in the middle of nowhere, with no cell service, no heat and a distractingly handsome man who is completely off-limits. As his thesis goes nowhere, Alex may go insane from attempting to act as hetero as possible around Ryan, if the mosquitoes don’t eat him alive first.

Chapter Preview

Sipping my beer, I close my eyes and inhale deep. Aside from the crickets, the forest is quiet. No birds are singing in this growing darkness. The woodpecker has gone to bed. There’s no mosquitos around, perhaps too early in the year and cold at night, but there are moths. I can hear the occasional zap as one flutters too close to the light over the back door.

There’s another sound, lower, under the familiar chirp of crickets. I have no idea what it is. Frogs, maybe? I wonder how close we are to the river, and I laugh at the fact I don’t know what frogs sound like in the wild. It’s not like they’re saying ‘ribbit, ribbit’…

The screen door behind me opens, and I hold back a self-directed laugh about the frogs. Last thing I need is for Ryan to think I’m a loon, out here laughing at the moon. The moon… Where is-

I turn around a bit, face angled up at the sky, searching for the source of a blue tinted glow giving the clouds overhead ghostly silhouettes. I spot it, towards the front of the house, then I spot Ryan standing in his doorway, plates in hand, staring at me.

“Oh,” I startle a bit from my moon gazing. “Sorry, was just… The moon,” I lamely point.

“It’s only a quarter-moon tonight,” he says. “And it’s cloudy. Expecting a bit of rain to roll through. Some nights though, that moon lights up the whole sky so bright, it’s hard to sleep.”

“I bet. You probably have a good view of the stars, too, all the way out here.”

He nods and sets two paper plates on the table. He’s finished prepping the buns and added some potato chips to each plate. And… a pickle. I wrinkle my nose a bit at that but don’t say a word.

“Oh, yeah,” he says as he walks over to the campfire. “Lots of stars some nights. Maybe these clouds will clear out and give you a good view in a few nights when the moon isn’t showing his face. You ever seen the Milky Way?”

“Unless you mean a candy bar, no.” I smirk and he laughs, so I laugh with him. Like Emily, he takes pity at my sad excuses for jokes. “In Boston, you’re lucky if you can see the North Star, much less the actual Milky Way, like you see in textbooks.”

“Too much noise pollution.” He glances up at the sky. “If Ashwood gets any bigger, won’t be long until you can’t see the Milky Way here, either.”

“The price we must pay for progress,” I spout like a first year philosophy student, and once again the conversation dwindles down like the campfire we’re both staring at. I’ve never been good at keeping small talk going, except with Emily. To her credit, she tends to carry a conversation rather well on her own. I’ve never seen the need to fill in the quiet spaces with idle chatter.

As the silence lingers, however, I begin feeling that awkward sensation you get when you’re alone with someone you barely know. Like you’re standing at the back of a party, two wallflowers, tempted to join in but unable to even mutter a polite hello to the guy standing next to you sipping his beer. Ryan and I are spectators to a campfire, our only connection being a girl who is probably asleep in bed a hundred miles away.

And oh, how I wish Emily were here to carry us through the moments like this, when Ryan and I have little to do but stand here, staring at the stars.

My eyes sneak a side-glance his direction. His features are lit by a gentle glow by the lamp behind and the embers ahead. A thoughtful gaze is cast upwards to the moonlit clouds, his beer in one hand and his other hand tucked in a front jean pocket. A tattoo peaks out from below the rolled cuff at his elbow, but it’s too dark to make it out. His shoulders are broad, his profile handsome, and his ass is-

Off limits.

I take a full swig of my beer and force it down. Nervous energy zings through me, sparked by the taboo nature of the desire. You can’t blame me, Ryan is… He’s hot. So. Damn. Good-looking. I have a thing for beards, okay… And it makes a guy wonder if he’s as much a bear underneath his clothes as I think he is.

Oh, God. Stop now. Abort. Abort!

Too late. The image is nearly completed in my head. Both heads. Ah, crap.

I set my beer down and get ready to run. “You said the bathroom was next to the guest room?”

He blinks away from the night sky. “Yeah.”

“Thanks. Be right back.” I head for the door, open the screen, and stop. “Uh… It’s all… normal? I mean, you don’t have one of those composting toilets I’ve seen on those tiny house videos, or something like that?”

He chuckles. “Nah, it’s a septic system, so just use the toilet like normal.”

“Ah, cool.” And now I feel horny and silly.

“Just be sure to wash your hands,” he smirks.

For some reason beyond imagining, I salute the man. Catching myself, I flee into the house before I say something stupid like ‘aye, aye Captain Godly Beard’, or ‘can you show me how the toilet works?’. Maybe the beer is going to my head.

Or maybe I need a stiffer drink.

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