Welcome to my blog! I’m Kendall McKenna and I write M/M erotic romance novels.
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I’m going to make this short and sweet. The characters in my novels are United States Marines. This holiday season, I would like to make a request: If you have the time, inclination, and some change going spare, please donate to the USO. We still have a great number of service members deployed in Afghanistan and they won’t make it home for the holidays. A little bit goes a long way to make their deployments a little easier. If you prefer a directed donation to a branch or unit of the military, you can utilize Any Soldier.
I don’t have any traditional ways of ringing in the New Year. I spent my youth in a perpetual state of party and got pretty good at it! After that, I spent nearly a decade as a police dispatcher, seeing the other side of a good party when things didn’t actually go so good. These days, I stay home, where it’s safe, usually writing one novel or another.
If I have tradition at all, it’s to establish goals for the New Year. I never set resolutions, but I always set up at least one, achievable goal, and it’s usually something I truly want to achieve. This year, my goals are all writing related and if I only achieve a portion of them, I’ll still experience some success and that’s a good thing.
One of my goals is to finish all three books in my new Tameness of the Wolf paranormal series. Book #1, Strength of the Pack, releases from MLR Press on January 18th.
Lieutenant Lucas Young doesn’t know much about shifters. When Sergeant Noah Hammond is assigned to Lucas’ platoon, the Marine Corps’ True Alpha werewolf challenges the Lieutenant’s authority and his self-control. As Lucas learns to dominate and command Noah, he struggles against a strong attraction and deepening emotional bond.
During their combat deployment to Afghanistan, Lucas and Noah begin mirroring legendary partnerships. Their bond and their power grow as they survive dangerous combat and ambushes. When one of them is wounded in battle, they both must embrace the strength of their bond before they lose each other forever.
Lucas ended the call, sighed heavily and leaned his head back against the truck behind him. That was when he caught sight of Noah. He too, had shed his Kevlar and armor. He stood several feet behind Vince, staring at Lucas with silver wolf-eyes, hands tightly clenched at his sides.
Vince followed Lucas’ gaze. When he caught sight of the visibly agitated Noah, he turned to face him, putting himself between Noah and Lucas. He admired Vince’s balls and loyalty, but he was no match of Noah.
“Can I have a word with you, Lieutenant?” Noah carefully enunciated each word, his voice pitched low and gravelly. Something about the way he was speaking was slightly odd.
Excitement rocketed through Lucas when he realized the cause. Noah’s fangs were showing.
Vince saw them, too. He took a step in Noah’s direction. “You need to stand down, Sergeant,” he ordered.
Eyes never leaving Lucas’, Noah’s lips curled back in a snarl, a low growl emanating from deep in his throat. “Lucas,” he said softly, but firmly.
“It’s okay, Vince,” Lucas said, holding Noah’s gaze. “I’m never in any danger from Sergeant Hammond. This is Pack business, not Corps business. Give us a minute, please.”
Vince hesitated. “Are you sure, Lucas?”
Lucas was. “Absolutely. That’s a combat stress reaction. I’m not the cause, I’m the solution.”
Vince’s entire frame relaxed as realization dawned. “Should I run interference so you have some privacy?”
He nodded. “Please. The weres shouldn’t come anywhere near this area, so it’s just the humans to watch out for.”
As Vince turned to leave, Lucas handed him the sat phone. The moment Vince was out of sight, Noah pounced.
Moving almost too fast for Lucas to see, Noah slammed his body into Lucas’, pressing him hard against the side of the truck. Lucas’ wrists were pinned above his head in an iron grip. Noah held them there with one large hand, while he used his other to reach up under Lucas’ fleece.
Lucas jolted like he’d been shocked. Noah’s hand was hot and rough as it skimmed up his ribs to his chest. Noah buried his face in the side of Lucas’ neck, his breath coming in hot gasps against Lucas’ skin. Lucas’ cock was already fully hard, pushing against the front of his pants. He forced himself to relax, to keep his hips still, despite wanting to rut against Noah’s hip. Instinctively, he knew this was about comfort and not sex for Noah.
Lucas enjoyed the sensation of Noah’s hand running over the skin of his belly and back. He kept his head tilted back, baring his throat to Noah, showing both his trust and his understanding.
A shudder rocked Lucas when Noah licked the length of his neck with the flat of his tongue. Noah’s teeth grazed the pulse point in Lucas’ throat. Lucas’ cock twitched violently in fear and arousal at the feel of Noah’s sharp fangs against his vulnerable flesh.
“Why the fuck did you put yourself in danger?” Noah growled as he nipped along Lucas’ jaw. “Why didn’t you send Chandler with Hubbard?”
Noah shifted so he could nuzzle the opposite side of Lucas’ neck. He pressed his nose behind Lucas’ ear and inhaled deeply. His breath was hot against the shell of Lucas’ ear when he exhaled.
“I could taste your fear on my tongue,” Noah whispered, dragging his fangs down Lucas’ throat. “You were afraid for your men but also for yourself. Your focus and determination were like steel. They were all that kept me from shifting and running to find you.”
He’d tried so hard to shield Noah from all of that, knowing he had his own tasks and his own emotions to deal with. His heart sank to know he’d failed so miserably.
“Fuck, I wish we could block each other at times like that but the feelings are too strong.” Noah’s words answered Lucas’ unspoken question. “You have no idea how relieved I am you came through that okay.”
“I worried about you, as well,” Lucas choked out.
Noah opened his mouth and pressed his teeth to the tendon in Lucas’ neck. Lucas knew he should be scared as hell. An overwrought True Alpha werewolf had four fangs against the vulnerable flesh of his throat, able to rip him apart with no effort expended, and Lucas was fucking aroused by it.
“I fucking love how you smell.” Noah breathed against Lucas’ ear. “I love how your fear mixes with your arousal whenever I’m around. I love how your arousal wins out and the scent of it surrounds me and fills me.” Noah’s teeth came to rest against Lucas’ throat again.
Lucas caught the very tail end of a thought. Not a thought, really, so much as an emotion; a need. Noah needed to claim him. Noah needed to reassure himself that Lucas was unharmed and still his living, breathing Dominant. Noah hurt with the pain of needing to mark Lucas.
There was nothing to fear. Lucas knew that, despite the sharpness of Noah’s fangs and the strength in his jaws, he was in no danger. Noah would die rather than injure him. Lucas hesitated only because he’d be marked for the entire world to see. He’d spend the next several days with bite marks on his neck and throat.
Fuck it. The Marine Corps knew he was Dominant to a True Alpha werewolf, there were no secrets here. This was normal Pack behavior. Despite the fact he was human, Lucas was now a part of Noah’s Pack.
“Do it,” he said, barely above a whisper. “Mark me, Noah. Go on. You need to.”
With a feral growl, Noah bit down on Lucas’ neck. His teeth were hard and sharp. Lucas groaned and tilted his head to give Noah all the access he needed.
Suddenly, Lucas’ hands were free. Both of Noah’s were up under his fleece, running over his chest and stomach. Lucas’ neck and throat stung in the places Noah bit him. It was never hard enough to break the skin, but it was enough to leave marks that would linger.
Noah’s hands stilled and he lifted his head from Lucas’ throat. Lucas’ chest heaved with his every ragged breath. Noah pressed their foreheads together, his own heavy breathing mingling with Lucas’. Lucas held himself very still, struggling not to push his hips against Noah. This wasn’t about his needs.
Noah’s eyes were closed. Lucas wished he’d open them, he wished he could see if they were finally blue again. He wished he could tell what Noah was thinking. Lucas reminded himself he couldn’t let it matter.
“Never again,” Noah whispered.
“What?” Lucas struggled to understand.
“Never again are we going to travel with that much distance between us.” Noah pulled back and finally opened his eyes. They were bright blue. “We’re stronger together. We’re safer when we’re together.”
Lucas almost couldn’t hear him through the rush of blood in his ears. He innately understood precisely what Noah meant.
“Agreed.” Lucas’ voice sounded raw to his own ears.
He gasped in surprise when Noah’s mouth settled over his. Noah took advantage and pushed his tongue passed Lucas’ parted lips. The kiss was slow and affectionate, so different than the desperate ones Lucas always seemed to initiate.
Their lips parted with a soft, wet sound.
“Why did you do that?” Lucas stunned himself with that question.
“What? Kiss you?” Noah looked puzzled.
“I thought werewolves didn’t kiss.”
“We don’t. But you’re not a werewolf. You like kissing.”
Lucas took a deep breath and struggled to steady his voice. “We need to RTB.”
Noah stepped back and Lucas felt chilled. “I’ll round up the platoon so we can step off.”
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