It’s Release Day for Let’s Go Out!

Writing the Let’s Connect books has been all kinds of fun. I always wanted to try an online dating story and the format felt perfect for a newsletter serial. What I didn’t expect was Robin. Trevor was always a part of the outline for the first book, Let’s Connect. Trevor was supposed to be Robin. But only for the first couple of chapters. That was when I decided to drop the ruse and let Robin be Robin—because he definitely wasn’t Trevor. Also, I liked Robin. I also sensed Robin had a story to tell; one that wouldn’t play out across the pages of that book. Robin needed a book all to himself.

I put a piece of myself into all of my characters. A quirk, a foible, a dream, a curious habit. I don’t know if other writers do it that way, but it’s how it works for me. Sometimes I feel like the purpose of a character is to explore that facet of myself. They always develop into their own people, though. They become my friends.

Continue reading “It’s Release Day for Let’s Go Out!”

Frank and Tom Are Getting Married!

If you’re a newsletter subscriber, you’ll definitely want to make sure you open this month’s edition! I’ve written an epilogue story for the This Time Forever series, imaginatively titled “This Time Forever.” It’s pretty much fluff, which is what most of the in-between stories I write for my characters are. But for as much as I wanted to revisit all the main characters from the series, I figured my readers might like to too, so I plotted a gentle arc around Frank and Tom’s wedding.

It’s a beautiful day, everyone is there, including Charlie’s daughter and grandaughter, Brian’s nephew, Tom’s long-suffering ex-girlfriend, Frank’s sister, and a few extras. The only character I’d like to have included but couldn’t come up with a reasonable excuse to was Arthur Beckwith. I still have vague plans to send him to a senior singles resort in Florida, though. (He’d be inspired by Frank’s stories of what happens with the pool floaties… or maybe not.)

So, everyone is there… except Tom. Frank, of course, is beside himself and gets everyone else involved in the search, giving me an excuse to write a chapter from everyone’s point of view. Well, just the main characters–though I did think about including Josh. I’m going to have to write a story just for him, aren’t I?

Okay, enough waffling. How do you get this piece of literary magic? Newsletter subscribers get it first–tomorrow, Tuesday, November 12, which is just about bang on a year after Renewing Forever (Frank and Tom’s book) was released. The perfect time for an epilogue story featuring their wedding, don’t you think?

I will make the story available to everyone else by the end of the year–links to be posted on this blog later in December.



Teaser Tuesday: Counting on You

Counting on You, Henry and Marc’s chance at a happy ever after, releases next week! This is both a happy and sad occasion. Happy for you, because you get another adventure with my hapless accountants. Sad for me, because this is when I have to say goodbye. I love all my guys, but I have a particular fondness for these two. I didn’t expect to write more than one story for them. In fact, I didn’t expect to be writing them at all. Now I have to let them go. <sad face>

I’m going to post a couple of teasers for these guys before release day. “Coming Home” is from the first chapter, which you can read here.

First, a book cover and links! Continue reading “Teaser Tuesday: Counting on You”

Available Now: When Was the Last Time


Every new book release comes with a certain amount of excitement (and anxiety and exhaustion), but I’ve been really looking forward to the day When Was the Last Time came out because I loved writing this story. Not everything is easy to write and perhaps the fact this one poured out of me in a matter of days means I really had to get something off my chest, but I think when you’re emotionally involved in your characters it shows. I’ve been married for nearly sixteen years. I might not be experiencing the same relationship hiccups as Paul and Evan, but I know all about getting comfortable, or falling into a routine that serves.

I also know what it feels like to look over at the man I chose over fifteen years ago and feel aglow with excitement that he’s still the one. To remember why we’re married and why our love continues to grow and strengthen. So, while When Was the Last Time might seem to be a story about a couple who’s in trouble, really, it’s a story about a couple who are very much in love, but have forgotten why. It’s also about commitment and enduring love. What could be more appropriate for a Valentine’s Day story?

I hope everyone enjoys reading it as much as I liked writing it. 🙂

I do have a few things planned for release week, which extends Friday to Friday, this time ’round.

  • Visit Between the Covers to read my Romance A-Z and enter for a chance to win Out in the Blue, which is another of my favourite stories. (Okay, they’re all my favourites!)
  • I have excerpts posted at Irene Preston‘s blog and Here Be Magic. You’ll want to read them in that order. Also at Irene Preston’s blog is a Valentine’s recipe for Foodie Friday!
  • Next week, I have guest posts scheduled at Divine Magazine, Gay Book Reviews and Contemporary Romance Cafe.
  • Looking for more giveaways? There’s one today at Gay Book Reviews and look for another next Wednesday at the DreamReaders Facebook group!


LT500ShadowWhen Was the Last Time

Paul Summerfield is stunned by the gentle reminder it has been over a year since he and his partner, Evan Akkerman, have made love. He vows to take Evan out for Valentine’s Day. Dinner and sex. Lots of sex. There’s only one catch—he’s supposed to be in San Francisco that week cataloging the art collection of an important new client. No problem, he’ll just change his schedule and cut his trip short by a day.

In San Francisco, Paul struggles with regrets and the fear his love is slipping away from him. Every call to Evan seems only to prove the distance between them is increasing. All this, and a key piece of his client’s catalog is caught up in customs. To keep their Valentine’s date, Paul will have to choose between the career he’s built over fifteen years and the man he’s loved for just as long.

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Read the first chapter!

“This is a sexy, short novella with a sweet HEA. Recommended.”
— Gay Book Reviews

“Sweet and sexy rekindling of a love that endures.”
— Goodreads review

Less Than Perfect

Less Than Perfect

Mikayla’s read every book in her collection of post-apocalyptic novels at least twice. She thinks she’s prepared for aliens taking over Earth. She’s not.

Nor is she prepared for the attention of a good-looking refugee named Reg.

All Mikayla and Reg want is a safe place to see out the end of the world, hidden away from the aliens that call themselves The People, but cities of the depopulated United States not infested with The People are rife with gangs, the detritus of civilization and disease.

On a mission to restock their supplies, Mikayla and Reg are captured by The People and prepared for the procedure that will make them perfect, but no longer quite human. In order to escape, they need to rely on each other…if Mikayla can trust a man who seems too good to be true.

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Calm preparation did not carry the same strength as blind panic. The effort required to slide the panel back surprised me. How had I managed to shift it before? Remembering my earlier lament, I called into the hallway as soon as I could.

“Hello! Anybody there?”

For all I knew, I might be summoning my captors, but despite my diminutive stature, stealth had never been something I excelled at. I liked to talk too much.

Small grunts puffed into the hallway as I continued to struggle with the door. As soon as my shoulder fit through, my small, insignificant chest followed, a half smile quirking my lips as I noted the inches a bustier woman might have required.

I questioned the dark again. “Hello?”

A scuff sounded behind me, a soft footfall, furtive, quiet. I strained to hear more, I dared not speak. Something slid along the wall; I bit my lips together over a bubbling scream. Someone breathed out, sucked in another gulp of air. A familiar scent wafted out of the darkness.



Was that…“Reg.” His name came from beneath my ribs, tore free on a quiet shriek of breath. The sound should have embarrassed me beyond reason.

“Mickey.” Reg sounded as weird as I did—his voice raspy and twisted, strangled almost. Hands found mine, patted, moved up my arm, shoulder, cheek. Another hand found the other side of my face. I felt him lean over me.

Lips brushed my nose and I whispered, “Missed me.”

Not help me, save me, holy crap we’re going to die, but missed me? I had tipped over some sort of edge.

Lips caught mine.

“Got you,” he whispered back.

Warmth receded as his hands found my shoulders again, then one slid down my arm. Long, strong fingers circled my slender wrist and tugged.


I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around Reg. He smelled clean like I did, but still like him. It was the most wonderful smell.

Gently, he pried my arms away from his waist.

“Mickey, we have to go.”


“Kelly Jensen deftly weaves an exciting tale of love and survival in post-apocalyptic world. An entertaining read!” 
Allison Pang, author of A Brush of Darkness

“Jensen’s prose is terrific. She pulled me into Mickey’s world in just a handful of pages.”
Daniel Price, author of The Flight of the Silvers

“Kelly’s love of apocalyptic and science fiction shows in this book. She knows how to raise questions and answer only the essential ones.”  
Jennifer Burke, author of Marked

Comments from Goodreads reviews:

“I really was hooked and did not want to stop reading it until I was finished.”

“If you enjoy romance books with the paranormal feel, and are looking for a quick read, then Less Than Perfect would be perfect for you.”

“I love dystopian books and this is a good one.”

“I really liked Mikayla’s character and felt her to be a strong heroine in the end. She really came through.”

Art I commissioned from talented artist Kay Steele: