“4 Nymphs!...The sequel to The Back Stairs. The well-written plot reveals more of Sundown’s secrets as well as solving murders that have a religious implication. The characters are believable. The intimate scenes are sensual. Fallon and Sundown have a strong loving relationship. They also work in concert deciphering crimes; Sundown’s talents enhance Fallon’s ability to fit the puzzle pieces together to find the perpetrators...has intrigue, as well as a dash of humor. KC Kendricks has created an impressive story that I enjoyed immensely.”--Chocolate Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews
4.5 Divas!...As with the first book, KC Kendricks has created a unique being in Sundown as he is not your typical shapeshifter. Sundown’s back-story and origins are fascinating as is the relationship between Sundown and Fallon. Combine their super hot sex scenes with true love and caring, then add in some comical relief with Fallon’s police detective partner, Juny, and you have an exceptional plot. So if you like something a little rare in your M/M romance, then this series is for you. With its distinctive characters, amazing world-building and sexually charged love scenes, Beneath Dark Stars is a great read and hopefully we will get more from the author in this universe.”--Lasha, Dark Divas Reviews
“...A richly compelling story. Fascinating characters make Beneath Dark Stars a deliciously intense and passionate drama. The inexplicable connection between Fallon and Sundown is what sets Beneath Dark Stars apart from other romances. Their love story is fiercely satisfying.”--Lisa, Joyfully Reviewed
...I missed you, Fallon. I want to stay here all night.”
I hugged him. I certainly wasn’t in the mood to go anywhere. “Then we will, at least until one of us gets cold. Oh, wait. You even have blankets.”
He reached for a pillow. I thought it was a splendid idea and grabbed one, too. We maneuvered around a bit, snagging a few more and getting comfortable. I wanted more of him, but I’d have to wait a while. Unlike him, I couldn’t whip up another woody with a single thought. It would be several minutes before I could get it up again. Sundown settled against me with his head on my shoulder. I rubbed his arm.
“So just where are all your pleasure receptors aligned at now?”
He chuckled softly. “If you keep petting my arm, they’ll be there.”
“Uh-huh. Will you answer a few questions, if you can?”
Sundown was silent for several moments. Were he human, he’d probably think having him fuck me was my way of softening him up so I could get information out of him, and maybe some small—very small—part of it was. Now I wondered if he paused to read my mind, and therefore the intent of my questions, which were purely personal. There were many things about him I refused to allow the cop part of me to consider. He kissed my neck.
“First you must tell me if you truly find this altered appearance unacceptable.”
“I told you—I like it. Why do you worry?” I did like it, even though it meant I’d have to compose a new chapter in the Sundown companion’s manual I’d been mentally creating.
“Because of what caused it.”
Did he mean he hadn’t deliberately changed his outward appearance to reflect a more mature being? I would ask after I reassured him I was fine with the way he looked.
“Sundown, if you were human, I’d tell you that your looks need to please you first, and everyone else can go fuck themselves if they don’t like it.”
I could almost see his brain scrambling to consider my words. I smiled up at the stars at the mental image of neurons doing a rapid-fire dance inside his head, and suddenly, without being told, I knew what had wrought the change in his appearance.
“I think I’m envious of the Chal.” I held my hand up, and he laced his fingers through mine. Once joined, I guided our hands to my rest on my chest. “We are all enriched by knowing others, but it’s more for you, isn’t it?”
Sundown was quiet for so long I began to think he wasn’t going to talk about it. Finally, he spoke. “Yes. When I give of myself, what is returned to me contains the knowledge possessed by the other.”
That was one heck of an exchange. The creation of a new Chal with the knowledge of the old one. “And then all this shared knowledge gets passed on to the next generation. Am I right?”
“Yes. In this way, all Chal are…enriched.”
I lay still, trying to process the myriad implications of what he’d just confessed. Sundown was beyond value to his species, and yet they allowed him free reign of the city. He didn’t merely appear older; the new maturity went soul deep. He’d gained layer after layer of Chal history and individual experiences, all nuanced by the giver. In him it all came together, the bits and pieces reordered to form a cohesive whole. Then, to keep it safe in the event something happened to the catalyst, every Chal passed it all on to their offspring as a form of species memory. But what if some harm came to him before the next catalyst was born, would the chain break? It boggled my mind and made me uncomfortably aware of how fragile Chal existence might actually be.
“So, tell me. Will there be another catalyst?”
Sundown levered up on his elbow to look at me. The city lights cast his face in stark relief, rendering a severity to the angles of cheekbone and jaw. I stroked his cheek, and he smiled, the lines softening into the gentle countenance of the being I knew.
“We are fortunate. There may be four. We will not be sure for some time, but it is likely.”
“Well, congratulations. Should I buy cigars?”
“I don’t understand. Do you speak of a human custom?”
My sudden understanding found a new depth. “Let me guess. In all this exchange of molecules and knowledge, you didn’t learn much about humans, did you? But you taught the others plenty, correct?”
“Is this a problem?”
“That I’m your science project? I don’t know, Czun Dun Nhunfi. I really don’t know...”