Thursday, August 16, 2018

The Bane of My Existence

Recently, I discovered that more of my books have been pirated. Book piracy is the absolute bane of my existence. It devalues an author's work. It takes time out of our writing schedules to address this with whatever website has the book listed. To varying degrees of success, I might add. Many times, a book is taken down only to be listed again on another site. On several of these sites, people even requested one of my titles, especially Misled. The book is available online without even having to download it. It dampens my creativity, especially for the Death Dwellers. True, I write about these characters because I love them. But it's also a nice thought that I may recoup some of the money I've put into releasing the novel.

It's been argued that piracy helps to get a writer's work out there, and that authors are elitist for not wanting their books listed on free sites. Let's be real for a moment. If someone is willing to pirate one book--request a listing for that book--it's safe to say they will do the same for another book. This doesn't help an author's sales; it hurts them. As for the elitism bit, I take issue with that. Authors strive to release their best product. We hire editors, graphic designers, and formatters because we value and appreciate our readers and take pride in our work. It doesn't make us elitist to want to break even in our artistic ventures. It doesn't make us elitist that we wish to protect the precious paragraphs we spend hours creating.

Unfortunately, this isn't going to stop. I'm only one voice in a sea of pirates. If the music and movie industries have failed to end piracy, how can I expect to? There are laws in place: piracy IS theft. But these laws haven't had much success putting an end to this faceless crime. Internet pirates are all but impossible to locate.The saddest part is if these people would contact me and request a copy of my book, I'd more than likely give it to them.

What's the difference, you ask? Free is free, huh?

Yes, but fair is fair. It should be an author's right to choose where they list--and who they want to gift--their intellectual property to.

Sunday, July 29, 2018

Misled's New Cover







Dear Beautiful People,

There are two reasons why Misled has a redesigned cover. 1.) I am transitioning my name from Kathryn Kelly to Kathryn C. Kelly. FYI, the 'C' is for Christine. I promised my fellow writer and namesake that I would do so to better distinguish one Kat Kelly from the other. 2.) In December, it will be five years since Misled's original release. This is an anniversary cover, only a few months earlier. Why? Well, because I intend to release the first of the next generation's book, (CJ's), and I wouldn't want Outlaw to steal his son's thunder. You will start to see the new cover on the sales sites over the next week or two. The only addition to this edition are deleted scenes that didn't make the final cut when I first wrote the story. Over the coming months, the covers of the main books will be replaced to resemble this one. Hopefully, you like the new look as much as I do.












Outlaw is not just his name…

Christopher “Outlaw” Caldwell lives life the only way he knows how. Hard. Loyal. Brutal. As president of the Death Dwellers he takes what he wants and gives only what is deserved, even meeting death head-on if it’s called for. He’s spent the last year holding the MC together after Big Joe Foy’s death. The last distraction he needs is a blue-eyed bombshell who is too sweet, too sexy, and too damn young. Worse, she brings out protective feelings Outlaw doesn’t like. It would be a crime to take her—but his name is Outlaw.


It’s his lifestyle.

Megan Foy needs help. After running away from her abusive stepfather, she goes searching for her dad, hoping he and his MC brothers will put a stop to the beatings she and her mother endure. What she finds is a hotter-than-hell man who sets her secret desires on fire, a man who calls to her inner bad-girl. A man who makes it clear he doesn’t want her around. But she isn’t backing down. She sees through his tough exterior. Outlaw might want her gone, but Megan wants him—and she’ll fight for what she wants.
A horrible secret could mean the end of the road for Outlaw and Megan. But Outlaw will turn hell inside out to keep what he thought he never wanted…



Misled is also available on audio!


Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Misrule SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!

LAST CHANCE TO LOOK AWAY BEFORE I POST A SPOILER.


(c)2018 Kathryn Kelly

Text subject to change

Please be aware this is the first draft. 

Christ! Knox's actions actually mirrored Outlaw’s. That thought horrified him. He didn’t want to be like the club president in any way.
“You hurtin’ me, Aunt Kenda.” CJ’s cry drifted into the room.
“Ouch!” Kendall yelled. “You little motherfucker, I’m beating your ass for kicking me.”
“Mommie!” CJ yelled. “’Law! Aunt Kenda got me.”
Outlaw was already hobbling toward the entrance hall, although Johnnie beat him there. As Knox and the other men arrived, Megan and the women came from the other direction.
Johnnie was whispering in Kendall’s ear, and pointing to CJ.
“Come here, boy,” Outlaw said, throwing a death glare in Kendall’s direction. Wincing, he stooped down when CJ reached him and took his son into his arms. “What happened?”
“Does it really matter?” Megan asked dully.
“Aunt Kenda mean,” CJ sniffled. “She don’t treat me like at the ball, when MegAnn was there. And you. A whole lotta peoples.”
“What the fuck happen now, CJ” Outlaw asked.
“Her grabbed my arm and shook me. Her say she was going to beat me cuz I won’t say Aunt Kendall. I call her Aunt Kenda.”
Kendall squinted at CJ. “He’s lying,” she said without flinching. 
“Nuh-uh, Aunt Kenda!” CJ cried, turning toward her, his little face wet with tears and red.
“My boy ain’t a liar.”
Folding her arms, she lifted her chin. “Even if it was true, which it isn’t, there’s not a lot you could do to me. You would never hit me. And, because of Johnnie, you wouldn’t kill me, either.”
“I could shake the fuck out of you. Dangle your motherfuckin’ ass from a fifty-story building and accidently let you go,” Outlaw said.
 “Your son’s a goddamn liar,” Kendall bit out.
“My son isn’t a liar,” Megan inserted coldly, marching to where Kendall and Johnnie stood. “It’s time for you to go, Kendall. I was going to talk to you about the incident from a few weeks ago. The supposed punch you almost gave to CJ. I defended you, but…” She huffed in a breath. “Oh, never mind. Just leave before I do something I regret.”
Kendall let out a nasty laugh. “I fucking dare you to raise your hand to me. That’ll be the last fucking thing you do for a while.”
Megan faced Kendall, David to Kendall’s Goliath, even though they were both in their bare feet. 
“I gave you the benefit of the doubt, but no one,” Megan started, rage in her voice. “No one hurts my children and then has the gall to believe I won’t retaliate on their behalf.”
“Ha!” Kendall started. “You’re a pissy, wimpy, drooling asslicker.  He’s a—”
Megan’s punch to Kendall’s face stopped her words cold. Megan didn’t stop at just one punch, either. She went on the offensive. After Megan’s fifth punch, Kendall managed to get her balance, and shoved Megan into the table, containing family photos. It crashed to its side, sending frames in all directions.
“Mommie!” CJ cried as she went sprawling. “Don’t hurt my mommie, Aunt Kenda!”
“Get back, boy,” Christopher instructed as Megan tangled her legs around Kendall’s, bringing her down to the floor, and springing on her.
“Megan, fuck, stop this!” Johnnie demanded, reaching for her. But she was little, light, and quick on her feet, easily evading him.
Megan paused and gave Johnnie a look of total disgust. “Fuck you!” she spat out and balled her fist, punching Johnnie in the nose so hard that he reeled back as blood sprayed everywhere.
“FUCK!” Johnnie roared, holding his nose, and rushing away for something to stem the gushing blood.
Kendall yanked Megan by the hair and twisted her around. “You punched my husband, you little cunt?” she snarled. “Of course you did. You think all the men belong to you, but especially Johnnie and Outlaw. Everyone talks about me wanting to sleep with Outlaw. What about you? You keep my husband twisted around your little finger, like a dick in a glass case, that says break in case of an emergency. Fuck you!”
“Bitch!” Megan yelled, getting a good one to Kendall’s eye. “That isn’t true, but you believe what you want.” She blew out huge breaths. “I don’t want Johnnie. Anyway, this isn’t about our husbands. Do not fuck with my son. Christopher can’t hit you, but I can fuck you up.”
“Meggie, Kendall, stop this!” Roxy cried, attempting to rush forward, but being blocked by Mortician. 
All the bikers looked to Outlaw for direction, as Megan and Kendall circled each other like angry lionesses.
Megan threw a jab that connected with Kendall’s jaw.
“That’s my fucking woman,” Outlaw boasted with gleeful pride.
“Stop this, you two!” Zoann ordered.
“Meggie, please, she isn’t worth it,” Bunny, Digger’s wife, and Megan’s assistant called.
“We’re all family,” Ophelia, Cash and Stretch’s girlfriend, cried. “Don’t do this. You can never take this back.”
Jordan inched closer to Cam, who put his arm around her and pulled her closer to him.
Kendall shoved Megan, and she stumbled back. Growling, Megan sprung on Kendall, grabbing handfuls of red hair and yanking. Screaming, Kendall jerked away, leaving a some of her hair in Megan’s hand.
“Stop this, this fucking minute!” Johnnie commanded, high-pitched, and with small bits of bloody Kleenex hanging from his nostrils. “Kendall, enough! If you want us to talk later, back the fuck up!”
“Uh, bro,” Digger called, crunching on potato chips. “No motherfucker taking your ass serious when you around here sounding like a castrated hog.”
“Fuck off,” Johnnie squealed as Kendall connected with Megan’s eye and the little blonde retaliated in kind. 
Mortician winced at the punches. “Prez, why we lettin’ Meggie girl and Red fuck each other up?”
“No!” Johnnie answered in Outlaw’s place, stepping toward the warring women.
“Make one motherfuckin’ step and Ima shoot the fuck outta you,” Outlaw warned, pulling his nine and aiming at Johnnie’s head. “Your bitch need to be brought down a peg or two. I ain’t able to do shit ‘bout her shenanigans, but my Megan can.”
“Outlaw, baby, this isn’t the answer,” Roxy said, frantic. She stood on her tiptoes to see over Mortician’s shoulder. “Stop this.”
“No.” He motioned Johnnie over with the gun. 
Knox thought about adding his two cents, but didn’t want to get shot. All the other guys felt that way, too. They stood in front of the women, refusing to allow them to interfere because Outlaw didn’t want it.
“You crazy little cunt,” Kendall spat, drawing Knox’s attention.
“I’ll show you a crazy little cunt,” Megan said, and sending Kendall careening into a nose-bleeding Johnnie and toppling both of them.
The side of Megan’s lip bled, one eye was swelling, and a cheek was bruised.
Kendall’s face was a bloody, swollen mess. Her shirt was torn hallway off. She had scratches on her neck and chest.
Kendall grabbed Megan’s leg and pulled her down, but Megan hopped to her feet like a little cat as Kendall started to stand.
Megan took ass kicking for real and kicked Kendall right in hers. If her ass had been bare, Megan’s toes probably would’ve gotten caught in Kendall’s butt crack. That’s how fucking accurate it was.
“Mommie, please stop!” CJ sobbed.
Glancing down into his son’s frightened eyes, Outlaw sighed, shoved his gun into the pocket of his cut, and walked into the fight, pushing Kendall aside and grabbing Megan.
“Motherfucker!” Kendall screamed because Outlaw pushed her harder than necessary and she sprawled onto the floor.
“Let me go, Christopher!” Megan demanded, struggling against his hold. “I’m going to kill her.”
 “Come on, cunt,” Kendall taunted. “Try it! I fucking dare you.” 
Knox couldn’t believe his eyes. Kendall actually had the fucking gall to get in the position to lunge.
Megan managed to break free and give Kendall a punch to the side of the head as Digger grabbed Kendall and Outlaw took hold of Megan again.
“If you ever set foot on club grounds again, I’m going to beat your miserable ass with a bat,” Megan snarled, red-faced and furious. “Almost punching my son in the face, then grabbing his arm tonight. How dare you? What do you do to your own kids? You’re such a poor excuse for a human being. My God, you’re lower than low.”
“You can’t bar me from the club, bitch,” Kendall retorted. “Only a member can.”
“The hell I can’t, cow,” Megan shot back. “If Christopher wants in there ever again, he’ll see to it you’re never on the grounds again.”
“Now wait a fuckin’ minute, Megan,” Outlaw growled. “Shit gettin’ the fuck out of hand. This bitch pissin’ you off so much, she messin’ with the business of my cock.”
Megan elbowed Outlaw in the gut. “You’ve already messed with the business of your cock,” she fumed.
“You’re such a manipulative little bitch,” Kendall shouted, drawing Megan’s attention again. “I’ve known all along you hated me.”
“I didn’t before, whiner. Now, I do. Don’t fuck with my man and don’t fuck with my children.”
“Megan, stop with the cussin’,” Outlaw ordered. “That ain’t you and I don’t like it.”
“Yes, little cock servant, do what your master tells you,” Kendall taunted as Megan struggled to free herself.
Digger lost his hold on Kendall and she rushed to Megan. Before Outlaw had a chance to do anything, Megan escaped him, met Kendall in the middle of their ring, and punched her so hard, she knocked her out.
“Kendall!” Johnnie yelled, rushing forward so she wouldn’t hit her head on the floor. “Megan I should shake the fuck out of you.”
“Johnnie, I already shot the fuck outta you once,” Outlaw reminded him. “You shake my woman, I might accidentally throw your cunt on concrete and break every fuckin’ bone in her body.”
Megan stomped to Johnnie and shoved him back. “Kendall is never allowed near my children again. She’s not allowed on the grounds. She’s not allowed to blink at CJ. She’s a horrible, evil bitch. She wanted to punch my son, my CJ, in his face.”
“When?” Johnnie gasped, his swelling nose squeaking, then narrowed his eyes. “Doing your kidnapping? If you were so bothered by that, you should’ve taken it up with her then.”
“Oh, shut up, asshole,” Megan commanded. “Kendall can walk all over you for the rest of your miserable life, but she better not ever, never, ever mess with my children or my husband ever again. Am I clear?”
Johnnie blinked as Kendall groaned. He turned sheet-white, shell-shocked by Megan’s vehemence, and his anger deflated in an instant. 
“You’re clear, sweetheart,” he said quietly.
Megan drew in a deep breath, then kneeled in front of CJ and hugged him tightly. “I’m sooo sorry, potato,” she whispered. “And I’m sorry I upset you tonight, but Aunt Kendall needed to be dealt with for what she did to you.”
“Okay,” CJ said in a tired, watery voice.
“What’s wrong with you people?” Johnnie demanded. “Not one of you stopped this fight.”
“Shut the fuck up, Johnnie,” Zoann ordered. “It’s past time Meggie gave you and Kendall a beat down.”
Johnnie touched his nose and winced. “I think she broke my fucking nose.”
Getting to her feet, Megan picked CJ up and limped out of the crowd. “I should break your head. Kendall is this bad because you allowed it, Johnnie.”
“I resent that.” Johnnie tried to scowl. “Kendall’s a grown woman. I’m not responsible for her behavior.”
Megan’s eyes watered.
“Ahh, baby, now come on,” Christopher started. “You gonna ruin all my happiness if you start to cry.”
CJ lifted his head from her shoulder and frowned at the tears glistening in her eyes. “It’s okay, Mommie,” he whispered.
“I can’t believe this,” she said on a sniffle. “Kendall and me were friends.”
Now, that the fight was over and her rush of anger-sparked adrenaline had deserted her, Megan sounded crushed. She’d always found a way to defend Kendall.
Outlaw went to her and wrapped her in his arms, effectively trapping CJ between them. “Motherfuckers gettin’ out of hand and that shit just not gonna fuckin’ fly, especially if it got my sweet Megan cussin’ and beatin’ a bitch to the ground.”
Johnnie helped Kendall into a sitting position as she regained consciousness.
“Stay here, Kendall,” he said, “while I collect our children from upstairs in the play room.”
The moment Johnnie left, Kendall glared at the back of Megan’s head.
“You’re nothing but Outlaw’s cocksucking whore,” Kendall said viciously.
“Kendall, shut up,” Roxy ordered.
“Shut up?” she cried, turning her wrath on Roxy. “How could you? You didn’t try to defend me.”
“You have something against poor little CJ. You needed your ass beat,” Roxy told her calmly. “I should have punched the fuck out of you when you balled your fist up.”
Outlaw whispered to Megan and she shook her head before stepping away and setting CJ on his feet.
“Kendall, I don’t want to hear your voice anymore,” Megan said coolly. “Get out of my house.”
“I should sue you for assault and battery,” Kendall said.
“And I should kill your fuckin’ ass for bitchery and misery,” Outlaw shot back.
“Fuck you, asshole,” Kendall retorted, then focused on Megan again. “You can’t bar me from club grounds.”
“She can’t,” Outlaw said. “But my ass can.” He walked around his wife and son, went to Kendall and dragged her to her feet. “From the fuckin’ moment to fuckin’ infinity, don’t fuckin’ ever set foot on club grounds a-fuckin-gain. That mean all your permissions gonna be revoked. You can’t get passed the mechanical fuckin’ gate. You can’t attend club functions. You can’t socialize with club members.”
“Oh, please. Johnnie’s a club member. Are you saying I can’t socialize with him?”
Outlaw offered her a nasty grin. “You always the smartest fuckin’ bitch in the house, aintcha? You fuckin’ figure that shit out.” Ignoring Kendall’s gasp, he made a three hundred sixty degree turn, meeting each person’s gaze as he did. “Dinner cancelled. All you motherfuckers get the fuck outta my fuckin’ house.”
Without another word, he grabbed Megan’s hand on one side of him and CJ’s on the other, and started out of the room, leaving everyone in stunned silence.











Saturday, June 2, 2018

My Week In Review/May 27, 2018 - June 2, 2018




Dear Beautiful People,

The most outstanding occurrence in my week came this past Monday, when I was made aware of Menstrual Hygiene Day. It was given special focus because the Duchess of Sussex is an advocate of menstrual health. Or maybe it clicked in my brain because of her involvement.  I became familiar with the term 'period poor', where girls and women aren't able to afford basic sanitary supplies. They are also made to feel ashamed, as if what happens to them is their own fault. Perhaps, I have lived in ignorance for so long because I was one of the lucky ones. My mother had no problem explaining the facts of life to me and she made sure I had whatever I needed when I was a child. Because I was ten when I began my periods, and I suffered with cramps, severe dysmenorrhea, amenorrhea, pre-menstrual dysphoric disorder, endometriosis, and polycystic ovaries. I was a wreck. Weeks would go by and I'd suffer the symptoms but not the actual period. Other times, my periods lasted 6-8 weeks. I ended up with anemia. I cannot imagine how my life would've been if I wouldn't have had the mother that I did. I had to go to Charity Hospital every Tuesday, so I could be monitored. Estrogen would've helped a lot, but I developed blood clots at 12 and 15, and again at 19, so I've been banned from the hormone for the rest of my life. Even today, I must take aspirin to keep my blood thinned. Of course, the aspirin didn't help my heavy periods. Needless to say, it very much alarmed me when it finally penetrated my take-it-for-granted-brain how big of an epidemic the lack of resources are for women, as well as the awful stigma that is attached to menstruation. We, as women, should be celebrated. We definitely should ban together to help our sisters in need. There are many websites out there that discusses Menstrual Hygiene Day, but here are two that you should look up: Myna Mahila and Menstrual Hygiene Day.

Menstrual Hygiene Day happened to fall on Memorial Day this year. The day for me was very quiet, although I did reflect on its meaning and I will always thank service members for their great contributions.

On a lighter note and in reference to my previous post, Kendall's Crimes, I'd like to say that I'm aware continually focusing on her crimes "brings light to them", "cheapens Kendall's many issues that prevent her from healing", and "doesn't allow the reader to move on so that she may be forgiven". Kendall is a heated issue and I sometimes forget that, as the author, I shouldn't attempt to "manipulate the minds of readers by constantly bringing her up". In fairness to the "sensibilities of readers", I will do a post on Christopher's Crimes. Soon. 😜

Tell me how your week went in the comments.


Friday, June 1, 2018

Favorite Sexual Positions


We all have them. Maybe, the position is more comfortable, gives us more control, or allows for more pleasure.

Here are mine...

At this point in my unanticipated celibacy....

1.) Any


The End

Thursday, May 31, 2018

Kendall's Crimes


It pains me to list the bad behavior of the woman everyone loves to hate, but Mama Kelly pointed out Kendall's crimes to me. Do you agree with the list? Can you list any redeeming qualities that
Kendall has?

Anti-heroine - a leading female in a book or movie who is a villain with redeemable qualities.
Villain - an evil character in a book or movie who plays an important role in the plot.

Which one is Kendall to you? Anti-heroine or villain?

1.) Repeatedly insulted Meggie.

2.) Made Meggie lose her baby.

3.) Nearly had Outlaw killed.

4.) Drugged Johnnie

5.) Wanted to punch CJ.

6.) Made Rory kneel in a corner.

7.) Tried to seduce Outlaw several times.

8.) Got Johnnie shot.

9.) Had an abortion because she was angry.

10.) Got Meggie kidnapped.

11.) Got Val and Christopher kidnapped.

12.) Tried to convince Bailey to divorce Mortician.

13.) Barred her kids from certain rooms in her house.

14.) Wouldn't allow her kids to have nicknames.

15.) Hated a child.

16.) Threatened to tell Meggie that she killed Traveler.

17.) Got Meggie strangled by Johnnie.

18.) Pretended her injuries were worse than the actually were.

19.) Aligned with Randolph.

20.) Withheld information about Spoon.

21.) Stowed away on an airplane.

22.) Punched Meggie in the stomach.

23.) Got into a fight with Zoann.

24.) Got Daphne killed.

25.) Didn't want Johnnie to drink beer.

26.) Got Johnnie to leave the club.

27.) Betrayed Ophelia

28.) In essence, betrayed the club.

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

Shit Memaw Kelly Says



We all love Mama Kelly. Now, she's offering up five of her favorite sayings!



1.) "What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander."

2.) "If you don't like it, tough nuggies."

3.)"What do you expect me to do? Get naked and stand on my head and make faces with my ass?"

4.) "You thought like Lit. He went to fart and shit."

5.) "I'm not in that shit. My name is Smith."


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