Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **AUTHOR SPECIAL** with NECIE NAVONE!

Welcome to my Friday bonus feature called Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **Author Special**!! Today, in lieu of one of my own recipes, I’m going to introduce you to a new author who will share one of her favorite recipes. Not only will you and I occasionally learn how to make something new and delicious, but we’ll get a chance to check out some wonderful authors. Introducing author, NECIE NAVONE, and her favorite recipe for One-Pot Lemon Garlic Shrimp Pasta!

THE ONLY ONE
The Brothers of Camelot Book 1
BY NECIE NAVONE

Blurb

THE ONLY ONE
The Brothers of Camelot Book 1
BY NECIE NAVONE

Excerpt

Editorial Note: Edited for some language.

The Brothers of Camelot Origins

These twelve boys were inseparable as they grew up, always together and causing a ruckus. To keep them out of trouble, Mom Gregory had the perfect playground built in her backyard, including a massive tree house. She included a large wooden round table, telling them the story of the Knights of the Round Table. They played knights every chance they could, at first with cardboard shields and swords and then with plastic costume pieces. The neighbors grew accustomed to seeing the boys running through the neighborhood, fighting enemies and for their honor.

The boys adopted a knightly code to always be honest with each other, no matter what, and that all decisions are to be made by unanimous vote. They pledged always to be there when one of them was in need. Pricking their fingers and sealing the pact with a blood oath, they kept their promise from childhood into adulthood. If anyone messed with one of them, the other eleven had his back.

As the older boys came closer to graduating high school, they realized that some would be going to college or into the military, while others wouldn’t. Once again, The Brothers gathered around their round table, where it all began, and pledged that no matter where life took them, they would one day come back together and join forces.

Years later, they kept that pledge. They pooled their money together; it didn’t matter if some of them only had a few hundred dollars while others had large trust funds, they saw each other as equals. This is how they formed Camelot Enterprises. Each Brother found the role that fit them, from Camelot Security to Camelot Bar and Club, Camelot Construction to Camelot Law Firm.

The Brothers have maintained their promise to each other and are just as close as when they were boys playing knights. The round table may have gotten larger, but the pact they made as boys still stands.

Join me and meet these amazing men, starting with Fitz.

FITZ

Opening the door to my cream-colored Aston Martin One-77, I sink into the plush bucket seat, relieved to be sitting on the oh so soft brown leather that cradles my ass to perfection and take a deep cleansing breath as I close my eyes before letting it out slowly. I f**king love this car, there’s nothing like the sound of her starting up. Putting her into gear, I finally get the f**k outta here and head home.

Hitting the freeway, my mind takes me back to how pissed my father was when I showed up at his birthday dinner with this car. I paid well over a million bucks for it with my inheritance. It’s a twisted sort of pleasure, reminding him it was my money and I could do as I damn well pleased with it. He’s so easy to tick off. I have no idea how Mom’s put up with his shit all these years.

Tomorrow morning is my monthly breakfast with Mom. I’m sure she’ll be grilling me on my dating life, hoping there’ll be someone special. She’ll be consumed with talking about my twenty-sixth birthday and the big celebration at the country club. It’s this Friday, and I’m f**king dreading it.

Mom always makes a huge deal about birthdays, saying “Honey, birthdays are our chance to celebrate your life and show you we love you. Just you wait until your engagement party and rehearsal dinner… when you finally find a woman to give me grandbabies.”

Mom wants to marry off me and Brenden, my older brother, so badly. She’s dying for some grandbabies. Honestly, I’ve got the best mom anyone could ever ask for. She has the biggest heart and loves me just as much as if she’d given birth to me.

Thinking back on how horribly it all started, the realization of how damn lucky I truly am hits me. Mom didn’t have to take me as her own son and adopt me, but she did. She’s been my mom for twenty years now, and I love her just as much as she loves me.

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Forty-five minutes later, I pull up to my estate. Hawkins, the technical guru of Camelot Security who I’ve known since I was a kid, is an insane computer genius. He’d installed some cool recognition chip on my license plate, which causes the entrance gate to open automatically once it senses my car. It’s just a short drive around and up the hill toward my house, which has the same recognition equipment that opens the garage doors for me without me touching a thing.

After pulling into the garage, I get out of my car and look around. Seeing my bad-ass Harley with the custom flames, warms me. That custom paint job was worth every penny. I smile, just a boy with his toys, as I proudly gaze upon at my other toys; Lincoln Navigator, with a click of my key fob, the dim lights underneath turn on, making it glow. My bad ass lifted Dodge Ram 2500 Hemi, to name a few. What do you expect when a twenty-one-year-old guy inherits a half a billion dollars, but to buy a sprawling estate with an eight-car garage? There’s still plenty of room for more toys if I want.

As I walk in the house from the garage, the sensor lighting illuminates as I pass then slowly dims and turn off when I leave the room. Hawkins also set up everyone’s home security, from mine to The Brother’s and our families, as well as the security and monitoring at our club. I have no idea how he does this shit, he just does, and it’s magic.

Glancing out the back window, I spot Stevens’ old truck by the guest house. He’s one of my Camelot Brothers and has a heart of gold. He lives here most of the time because he’s saving his money to pay off his mom’s house but refuses any help. I’ve tried more than once, and it just turns into a fight. He said if I wanted to help him out, I’d let him stay in my guest house. It’s easier for him here because of some family drama. I’ll steer clear until Stevens asks for help.

He’s like my household manager, making sure the house staff and groundskeepers have everything running smoothly, even though I hired the best before he came to live here. Stevens knows how important it is to me to have things clean and organized. I’ll keep letting him think he’s doing something to help me out.

Mom and my sister Britney decorated my new abode, adding all kinds of family pictures and personal touches. But it still feels empty, not warm and homey, nor even a bit welcoming. It seems to lack heart and feels a bit cold. Maybe it’s just me.

Heading upstairs to my room, the first thing I do is grab my room controller. There’s nothing better for a man than a huge ass tablet that can control every f**king thing in his room, from the TV and music to the AC and more. My favorite thing about this controller is that with the push of a couple of buttons, the curtains part and my floor to ceiling windows slide open, affording me a view that made the exorbitant price tag on this house worth every penny.

Hearing the ocean in the distance gives me some comfort, a moment of peace. Seeing the sheer curtains blowing in the breeze calms me. Sleeping like this is paradise. Hawkins programmed the controller to close the windows and curtains at four o’clock in the morning. We can’t have the bright, morning sun interrupting my sleep.

Stripping off my clothes, I walk into my closet and toss everything into the hamper. The shower beckons me. I really need to get the remains of that chick off of me. I’m someone who can’t sleep without feeling fresh and clean, the feeling that only comes from a long hot shower. After a few minutes of some much-needed scrubbing, and a quick hand job for Henry, I’m finally ready for bed.

As I lie in bed listening to the soothing sounds of the ocean as the silk curtains gently sway in the breeze, I decide it’s time to cut back on the impulsive hookups. Recently, I’ve felt like crap afterwards and I don’t know why. It’s not like I’ve grown a conscience or anything. It just doesn’t feel right anymore.

Honestly, sex without the complications is getting a bit tough to find. I may not feel anything for the chick other than a sexual release but finding a chick that feels the same way isn’t an easy task. They always seem to want more which I cannot, and will not, give them.

Sex with a random hookup isn’t that much better than a good old-fashioned hand job anymore, which has become a part of my everyday routine. Henry’s far from neglected, at least with my morning and evening showers that is.

With just a sheet to cover my naked body, I see the time from the clock that projects onto my ceiling mirror. I’ve got about seven hours before it’s time to meet Mom for breakfast. Thankfully, she likes to have breakfast at the club.

Closing my eyes, I feel the day and my increasingly hectic life catch up with me. I subconsciously trace the scar on my left side lightly. It’s about seven inches long, and it’s where Mom had sewn me back together again the night we first met. She’d done an excellent job, it’s barely even noticeable but it will never completely go away.

Some wounds physically heal while others leave you damaged and scarred on the inside for life. That’s me, damaged, forever.

About Author Necie Navone…

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I hope you enjoy the recipe Necie is sharing today on Karen’s Killer Fixin’s. Happy Eating!

Karen

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