Just Beautiful

This song is fricken beautiful... and so is Austin Winkler, the lead singer of Hinder... I just wanted to share a little piece of something that moves me. Even though the song is about still being in love with your ex-, it will always be an excellent song... I love the husky quality to  his voice... I first found out about this band when I borrowed and never gave back Em's CD's... Mind you, she made me go out an buy my own in the end...

I made A New Friend

 Today a new friend Bronwyn Green, shared with us on her blog a funny as hell true story titled, 'The Day I Ruined Bill's Life...' and she has agreed to let me post the link to her Blog spot so you can all go and check it out at Bronwyn's Blog. Please just go and read it... I promise that it is so worth it. She had me hooked at being another bat lover.

http://bronwyngreenblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-i-ruined-bills-life.html

 Thank-you to Bronwyn for letting me share.

Short & Sweet

 Today I am not feeling too well, so I thought I would just send out a huge thank-you to everyone that has taken the time to stop by my blog for a look-see. 

 I have dosed myself up on pain killers, and will hopefully be back to my normal self tomorrow. Until then, I hope you all have a wonderful day.

Em's Turn

I just really like this song.....

Saw This & Thought I would Share

If you can read this then you have a strong mind:

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When The Walls Come Tumbling Down # 15

Brayden sat against the inner wall of the training facility and watched as Talon put the others through their paces, his hand rubbing absently over his slightly distended stomach. He was worried that his pregnancy was going to make whoever was after him more determined. It made him upset that he didn’t even know why they wanted to kill him... Yes he could technically turn into a cat, but it was something he had never even attempted and Quinlan had forbidden him from trying until after the baby was born.

Part of him wished that this wasn’t happening at all. It still all seemed like a dream; here he was Consort to the King... A man at that, and carrying a child. This was the sort of things fairy tales where made up of. Things like this never happened in real life. Yet here he was proving that it could happen.

Sighing, Brayden stood up and rubbed his back. It had been paining him if he sat in the one position for too long. Walking around the perimeter of the training yard Brayden stretched out his body, he was tired of being outside but Quinlan had told him that until the babe was born they would not be apart.  He heard Quinlan yelling out instructions to Mylo as he sparred with Talon. It was hot and Brayden made his way over to the small well to get a drink to cool himself down.

“Let us help you highness.” Brayden smiled as one of the servants ran forward and extracted water for Brayden to drink.

“Thank you.” Brayden brought the cup to his lips and grimaced at the bitter taste of the water... It almost tasted off. Brayden didn’t even have time to call out before darkness came and claimed him.

The others were still training... all eyes locked to the two men attacking each other that they didn’t notice other men come in and help carry Brayden away.

*~*~*

“Where the hell is my husband?” Quinlan stormed around the great hall as yet another search came up empty handed. “How could Brayden have disappeared without one person seeing him being taken away?” Quinlan demanded.

Quinlan knew he was just as guilty as any one there. For crying out loud Brayden was his husband... his to protect and this had just proven how royally he had screwed up. When he realised that Brayden was missing he ordered that his children be brought to him. it was hard now listening to them sob because they missed Brayden. The man they had come to call papa and loved just as much as they did Quinlan. He wanted to soothe them, and hold them in his arms, telling them everything was going to be alright. But deep down he didn’t know if that was true. His heart broke as he thought about the many things that could be happening right now to the man that had always owned his heart.

*~*~*

Brayden woke as someone gently tapped him on the face... his eyes fluttered open and stared into the eyes of a man he had not seen since his childhood. “Father?” Brayden asked in shock and confusion as he started at the thin and ragged man that knelt at his side.

“Shhh my beautiful son,” tears glistened in Thayer’s eyes. He had wished to see his children one last time before he passed on to the great beyond. Now here before him was one of those he had always loved.

“Father how? You are supposed to be dead. Quinlan is now King.”

“It is a long story my son, I have been kept prisoner here since the day they killed your mother and brother... I was told that you had died in the slaughter as well. Are you a dream?”

“Oh Father,” Brayden slowly rose into a sitting position. He needed his father’s help as the room was still spinning slightly, and that was making him feel nauseous.  “Father, Javier still lives, he was rescued the same as I, except he went to live with Ingrid’s family, and Uncle took me.”

Thayer nodded, yes that would be right he was thankful to the gods that his sons had been spared. “How have you been my son?”

“I am married to Quinlan. I am his Consort.” Brayden said warily.

Thayer nodded. “That would be correct... and as it should be. With our kind we need a male partner, if we are to reproduce.”

“Then you know what I am?” Brayden paled and tried to move away. “You know what Javier is?”

“Yes,” Sadness filled his eyes. “You are as I am; a descendant of the old ones.”

“Then what about Mother? If you needed a male partner than who?”

A tear slowly tracked its way down Thayer’s cheek. “Your uncle... Fane was my fated mate.”

“Lord Dalziel?” Brayden spat. “He kept me a prisoner from the time I was ten.”

“He would have been protecting you, he knew what you were... he would have been protecting you... his son.”

“What?” Brayden all but screamed.

“He sired you... your mother is his sister, she knew what Fane meant to me. That we needed to be together. She married me so that I could love Fane with my whole heart and not worry that others would try and take him away from me. And then she betrayed us... she and her lover wanted to rule in my stead. They sent Fane away and then tried to wipe out our family.”

“What of Ormand?” Brayden asked as he moved close to his father to offer comfort.

“He is the child of Lillus and Orran.” He had been sent away with Fane. “She must have thought that she was protecting him like that.”

“Father, what are we going to do? How do we get out of here? I need to be with Quinlan when the babe is born.”

Thayer stared down at his sons stomach. “How far along are you?”

“I have four more months until the child is birthed. I can’t do this without Quinlan. I am not strong enough to go through this alone.”

Thayer looked at his son thoughtfully. “Then we will escape... I will make sure that you get back to your husband.”

“Uncle is still there... he lives just outside the city limits on the family estate, he lives there with Ormand.”

“I will get you home.” Thayer repeated.

“Both of us Father... You must get us both home... Promise me.”

Thayer closed his eyes and nodded. “I promise.”

Weekly Read

Jan Irving: The Janitor (The Contenders)

 I have wanted to write about one of my favourite authors for a long time now... but I found it hard to choose which book to write about, and in the end The Janitor won out.

 I can hear you asking why? All I can say about that is I seriously doubt that anyone could read this book and not fall in love with Dane in his innocence and with Noel that complements him so well...

  

 This is book 1 in The Contenders series there are two so far but I am hoping that  there are more to follow... So If you read this Jan I beg for the many that love Dane... Please... Please... Please write some more.

 I loved this book for many reasons... but first and foremost it is because of Dane's thought patterns... He fascinates me in the way he goes about things, and for the reasons behind why he does them. It is as heartbreaking as it is beautiful. I love the way Noel struggles to be there the way that Dane needs him.

  This story is definitely one that you need to read with a box of tissues... every time I read this story I have to have them close at hand and I have talked to many friends that have felt the same way.

 Jan has done a wonderful job of writing with this story, and I love the way she has the bad guy. Of how Dane and Noel overcome all that is thrown at them. Facing it together is what gets them through. These two characters make you just want to jump right into their world, throw your arms around them, and love on them for just a little bit.

 I have loved everything I have ever read by Jan and can highly recommend her as a brilliant read other works I have loved are:

Uncommon Cowboy series

Mastering Toby series.

Sylvan series

Wylde series

The Summer Gardner

Jesse

Mask

 I could name more but I would be here all day... On that note I will away, and leave you with this... please go and read Jan Irving's books if you haven't, because if you don't, you will be really missing out on some wonderful stuff.

Freaky Shit That Happens To Me!!!

 Okay, let me just start off by saying that I hate spiders... I mean I really hate spiders... I will not even walk in a room if I know there is a spider in there... Well I was driving yesterday and I caught movement out of the corner of my eye... a huge huntsman was crawling up my drivers side window... and thank F*ck it was on the outside. As it was I nearly had an accident. When I say huge I mean, think it's leg span was probably as round as a  burger from Mickey Dee's... terrified as I was I watched it run all over the window and windscreen and then in behind the glass of my side mirror. 

 I had to sit there for a while (Just to make sure it didn't come out). Then I could make my dash for freedom... just thinking about it now gives me the heebee geebee's... That thing could have bitten my arm off. Viscous little suckers they are.

This Is How I Feel!!!

I like this song because it is how I write in Utter Chaos...

Short & Sweet

 I have been awake for almost 30 hrs... due to attending a Goodreads chat group and then I stayed up to attend Gay Day... I have had a blast but now I am over tired and wide awake... but that could be caused by too much coffee and Coke... the soft drink not the drug.

  I have been mainly working on extending Shadows on the Heart... but I better not work on it today or anything else for that matter, because I don't know what gobbledy-gook I could end up with. It probably would not be pretty.

Em's Turn

I picked this song because I really like this band..... Even Mum has seen them live with me.

When The Walls Come Tumbling Down # 14

Kybald had it on good authority that the consort was even more of an abomination than they had originally thought. According to his informant within the royal household, Consort Brayden was now carrying a child. How that was even possible he did not know; but he knew it was his duty to inform the Guild of Shamian of this new piece of information.

He had been so busy recruiting new members that he had almost missed what the informant had to tell him. She had been trying to get in touch with him for days and he had put her off, thinking that new members were more important than some idle gossip. Guild Master Cristos would indeed be salivating over this news.

Their libraries were filled with everything that one could want to know about the old ones. Generation after generation of guild members added everything they have ever found. But to have something actually confirmed as truth was almost as exciting as it was disgusting. The sooner they put an end to the abominations in the form of Prince Javier and Consort Brayden, the sooner they could force King Quinlan to conform to the ways that should be. The guild should have taken over as rulers after King Rothwell had succumbed to his poison. They had had the perfect bride for Quinlan picked out, but he had to go and ruin it by choosing Consort Brayden to rule at his side. If they had have know his tastes ran in that direction they could have had a contingency plan in place... but Quinlan had blindsided them with choosing Brayden. Honestly they did not deserve the titles given them... or so Guild Master Cristos informed them all, they were just to think of them as Quinlan and Brayden, because sooner than anyone thinks they were going to be replaced.

Kybald stopped at the side door of the stone structure that stood as their headquarters. He let his gaze drift around making sure that no one followed him. Guild Master Cristos would not forgive him or anyone else if they had let someone follow them to this sanctuary. If no one except members knew that the guild existed, then no one would be able to shut them down. Guild Master Cristos had spent many generations setting up this house of rightness. His family had been among those that had hunted and destroyed the last generation of old ones. Through the teaching of Guild Master Cristos a whole new generation of guild members were prepared to cull all abominations from the world. Guild Master Cristos had informed them that there were more abominations in the world then just the old ones, and it was their duty as guild members to put an end to them all. As guild members they had a sworn duty to kill anything that did not fall into the perimeters of what the guild deemed right. It was an honour to be chosen to become a guild member, even if it did mean that all members must forsake their families. The guild was now the only family they needed. Nothing else mattered besides the guild.

“Kybald,” Guild Master Cristos asked as Kybald knelt before him and touched his forehead to the guild master’s feet. “What brings you here and away from your duty?”

“I have news, Master Cristos.” Kybald trembled in anticipation.

“I am listening.” Guild Master Cristos waved his hand gesturing that Kybald should rise from his prone position. Kybald had been one of his better recruits, he was loyal, and did not question when given an order, which was why he didn’t immediately have him punished for abandoning his post. The excitement in Kybald’s eyes should have prepared him but he was absolutely floored by what came out of Kybald’s mouth.

“My source inside the castle has informed me that Consort Brayden is with child.” Kybald didn’t duck fast enough as Guild Master Cristos’s hand slapped him with enough force to knock him back to his knees. Kybald tasted blood as he slowly rose back up into standing position.

“What have I told you about giving those abominations the formality of a title that they do not deserve?” he snapped in anger.

“I am sorry,” Kybald said in shame, “It will not happen again. I was at the castle, there it is prudent to remain unseen so using their titles is a way to blend in and not be seen.”

Guild Master Cristos rolled his eyes in annoyance. “What did your informant tell you?”

“That it has been confirmed by the healers that Brayden is carrying Quinlan’s child. If all or gathered information is true than the child will be born in five more months.” Kybald said after he did a quick calculation in his head. It was rumoured that the old ones only had a gestations period of six months.

Guild Master Cristos began pacing around the confines of the room deep in thought. Things were becoming more complicated. He would have to move up his plans. He would need to be in possession of Brayden before he gave birth to the next generation of old ones. They had to stop the re-insurgence of those evil creatures before they were allowed to breed and take over the known world. Allowing Brayden to complete the carrying would give others the thought that these creatures were welcome among the true people of this existence. And they were not.

Too many others had died because these creatures thought that they had the right to exist and live among the many. It was people like his ancestors that took matters into their own hands and began ridding the populace of all of those abominations. Even after they had been eradicated new and even more twisted beings came into being. It was the reason the guild was now building up its forces because soon there was going to be another war and this time mot one of those deemed unfit to exist would make it through.

This time they all would die.

Another Piece of Me

  Recently  someone asked me me why I write? And the first words out of my mouth were: Why do you breath?

  Writing to me is just as necessary as breathing. My fingers are itching to start working as soon as my eyes open... and lately it has been in the wee hours of the morning. Vlad (my Muse) doesn't understand the need for sleep. If he is excited about something, then I need to be up and writing. Which I don't mind as it means that I will also be excited about it as soon as my brain kicks in.

  I don't plot... I know I have said that before... I am sure Vlad plots; he just isn't so forthcoming with me about it all... but working together as a team we do well.

  At the moment we are tossing up between two stories to work on... Harlin's Heart is book 1 in the Paying It Forward series, and the second book is On the Flipside of Reverse which will be book 2 in the Time Kings series and will be Kylfa and Tucker's story.

  I know that maybe my stories are not for everyone, but that doesn't matter to me... As long as one person enjoys something I have written then that has made it all worth it. These stories are in my head and it is just a matter of time before I get around to writing them all. If nothing comes of them publication wise I will still be happy knowing that I have left a little piece of me to be passed down through my own family.

  Family is another great thing about writing... My family may not understand why I write the M/M genre that I do, but they are all proud that I have achieved a small part of my dream.  I am not something to be hidden away like a secret. My family quite happily and proudly tells everyone what I do... so I think if they are not ashamed of me then why should I be? Not that I have ever been ashamed of being me. Their pride in me just allows me to be open about my writing choices.

  I say if you have an urge to write then do it... because someone somewhere will be willing to listen.

Weekly Read- Ally Blue

Easy by Ally Blue.

  This is one of the books that warms my heart, I fell in love with Stevie Sanger from the moment from the first heartbreaking moment where Dan Corazon finds him.  That was the moment that I realised that this was going to be an exceptional book. I must confide that this was the first book I have ever read by Ally Blue, but it wasn't the last, as this one story made me buy everything I could lay my hands on and I can tell you that I have enjoyed them all.

  Ally brought these characters to life beautifully and in such a way that it was hard not to let them worm their way into your heart. From Stevie's angst about his past to become the beautiful person he did was mesmerising to me. I loved that Stevie didn't let the world get him down.

  I also loved the fact that Dan had to fight his own inner demons to be able to accept who he really was. And not let the rest of society dictate to who he should be.

  Ally's writing flows so beautifully and tells such a wonderful tale that it is hard not to get emotionally involved with these characters.

  Other books by Ally Blue that I have enjoyed are as follows:

Bay City Paranormal Investigation series.

Eight Arms To Hold Me.

Fireflies.

Forgotten Song.

The Happy Onion.

Untamed Heart

Willow Bend.

  There are many more that I could recommend but I just wanted to give you a starting place. If you haven't read any of her work then I say give Ally a chance because I know that you will enjoy her work as much as I do.

When The Walls Come Tumbling Down # 13

Brayden fought the urge to give in to the beast that he knew dwelled within him. Now that his brother could change at will between his two forms, Brayden's own beast wanted out. It wanted the chance to run free. It wanted the chance to prove that he was the dominant creature.  Brayden had been avoiding all his friends and family, even Quinlan was starting to realise just how much he was pulling away and he wasn’t happy about it. He had ordered... Not asked... but ordered that Brayden attend him after morning feast... this was so not good.

Brayden paced outside the king's door and rubbed at his stomach, the constant movement of the beast within was making him nauseous. He would have liked nothing better than to run away from all this and pretend that this wasn’t happening. He would even prefer to be locked up again on his uncle’s estate.  He didn’t want to be different... he just wanted to be normal. Be a normal man who was loved by and could love his husband without all of this getting in the way... he wasn’t even sure what this was.

Raising a hand he tentatively knocked on the door separating him from King Quinlan... for at this moment he was the king and not the husband. Remorse flooded through him as he realised that this was all his fault. He should have just come clean and told Quinlan what or rather how he was feeling. Instead now it had become bigger... and would be recorded in the official records of the Kingdom.

“Come!” Quinlan called. Before Brayden could turn the handle the door was opened and Cleric Saskia watched him with saddened eyes as he gestured Brayden into the room. He didn’t speak as he went and took his seat at the side of Quinlan’s desk. His hands hovering over the paper that would forever hold this conversation.

“You wanted to see me?” Brayden asked as he tried to act like he didn’t know what this was all about.

Quinlan studied his husband for a very long time before he spoke. What he had to tell his husband wasn’t going to be easy and he wasn’t sure how Brayden was going to take it. Was it better to take his time and tell him slowly, easing his way in or was it better to rip the top off and get it over and done with straight away? Deciding on the latter he took a deep breath and began.

“Bray, take a seat... I have something to tell you and I think you need to be sitting down to hear it.”

Brayden's heart thundered in his chest. This is where Quinlan was going to tell him that it had all been a mistake and that he was ending their marriage. That he realised he should have chosen a girl all along. His hands fluttered to his throat as he sat opposite his husband.

“Bray,” Quinlan began, his words coming faster the more he spoke. “Cleric Saskia has done some research and we think we may know why you have been acting the way you have. Apparently the old ones had a system where they could bear children by their mates whether said mate be male or female. Bray I think you are pregnant.”

Brayden didn’t even have time to filter through it all before his eyes rolled back into his head and he slid down to the floor.

“Well that went well,” Cleric Saskia said as he laid his pen and paper on the desk. He watched as Quinlan jumped up and ran to kneel beside his mate.

Quinlan gently cradled Brayden in his arms as he picked him up and sat back in the chair.  He had noticed the change coming over Brayden in the past month and it wasn’t until that little piece of information came to light that things started to make sense. Brayden was off his food. He no longer slept completely through the night. His moods shifted with the winds, and he definitely wasn’t the happy person that Quinlan had married.

“Should we try and wake him?” Quinlan asked as he softly stroked his husband’s hair. “I thought he would take it better than he did.”

Cleric Saskia chuckled, “You just informed him that he may be carrying your child. How did you expect him to react?”

Kissing Brayden's temple Quinlan shrugged. “I don’t know, better than he did I suppose.”

“Give him time. He loves you. When he has a chance to think about it he will be happy. It was a lot to take in.”

Quinlan smiled, “Could you imagine the beautiful child we would make together. I thought Killian and Larkin were the most beautiful babies I had ever seen when they were born. Could you imagine a little girl with Brayden's features? She would be sought after by so many admirers when she comes of marriageable age.”

Brayden still had his eyes closed as he listened to Quinlan discuss the future of their child. He felt Quinlan jump when he spoke. “Getting a little ahead of yourself aren’t you.  Who says that we will have a girl? It very well maybe a boy. We don’t even know if I am carrying a child at all.”

Quinlan turned Brayden's face so that he could fully kiss him on the lips. “Then I think there is only one way to solve this. We must take you to the healers and have them run the tests to find out when our people are carrying.”

Brayden put his hands flat out over his still rolling stomach and smiled. Maybe what he had been feeling was the beast’s way of telling him that he was now with child. He couldn’t stop smiling as Quinlan carried him to the healing rooms and watched as the healers performed and announced that Brayden was indeed carrying.

Brayden threw his arms around Quinlan’s neck and cried. Tears of joy and tears of fear ran their course until they were spent. He was so happy to be sharing this miracle with Quinlan, and terrified that the person that had put the price on his head would now double his efforts.

Hiccupping he turned his tear stained face towards his husband. “Quin, we are having a baby.”

“Yes we are,” Quinlan smiled and kissed his forehead. “You are making me so happy right now.”

Brayden grinned back. “You always make me happy.”

Em's Turn... For Gabe

I like this song because there is a dancing Ninja in it... This one goes out to you Gabe... you know that you are our Ginger Ninja...

What's Happening

Well I have finally finished playing catch up on emails etc. I am now going to settle down and begin writing... I have finally come up with the remaining stories in my Windblown Kisses series... Book 4 will be: Less than Perfect; which will be about Daniel and Asher... Book 5 will be: The Boy with the Broken Smile; which will be about Declan and Sean...

I have recently submitted Windblown Kisses to Samhain for consideration... there is a 12-16 week waiting period... so everyone keep you fingers crossed that they like it.

When The Walls Come Tumbling Down # 12

Mylo still had a little trouble looking Consort Brayden in the eye, he still felt so guilty of braining the poor guy.  It wasn’t helping that Javier was still in panther form and growled loudly every time Mylo even looked to be heading in Consort Brayden's direction... and it certainly wasn’t helping that everyone laughed at his predicament.  It wasn’t as if he meant to hurt the Consort.  He was just reacting to the situation that they had been in.  It was a sparring match.  It wasn’t like he was trying to kill Consort Brayden or anything.

“Javier,” Brayden reached down and rubbed his hand across his brother’s pelt and gently tugging on his tail.  “You need to turn back now, I am safe.  I swear to you that it is okay to become you again.”

Javier yowled softly trying to explain that he didn’t know how to turn back.  He wasn’t even sure how he turned into the panther in the first place.  But here he was, and the amazing thing was that in this form he could see... even if everything was in muted shades of grey, he could still see.

“Javier,” Talon crouched in front of the panther and clasped his head gently in his hands. Staring into the panthers eyes he spoke.  “Are you having trouble returning to your human form?”

Javier yowled again, finally someone understood his predicament.  Javier rubbed against the fierce warriors face and shoulder, he liked that he could leave his scent over the man.  He liked letting everyone else know that the warrior was his, even if said warrior didn't even know it.  Javier’s panther knew that Talon belonged to them.  The panther was ready to claim the warrior as their own; but Javier wasn’t sure whether Talon was ready for that.  Talon’s hands felt wonderful and Javier couldn’t stop the purr that fell from him as he listened to what the warrior had to say.

“Javier, my prince.  You need to remember what you looked like.”  Picture in your mind what you once were.”

“Umm, Talon, he has been blind since he was a child, how is he going to remember what he looked like?”  Mylo asked which elicited a growl from the panther.  “I’m just saying is all... I think you need to explain to him what he looked like.”

Talon thought for a moment before turning his attention back to the young panther before him.  “Javier, in your mind picture the beautiful long black hair that fell to just below your shoulders.  Picture the pale blue eyes that have the ability to hold all that see them in a trance.  Picture lips that are full and soft.”  The panther pulled his head away and stared at his brother then looked back at Talon.  “Yes little one you resemble your brother greatly, though your features are softer... more...” words escaped him as he tried to explain how he saw Javier.

The air around Javier shimmered until instead of a panther, Talon’s hands were filled with a very naked Javier.  He was shocked as Javier threw himself into his arms and pressed his face into Talon’s neck. 

“Thank you,” Javier whispered as he felt cloth come around and cover his nakedness.

“Javier,” Brayden called out to his brother, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Javier pressed himself even further into Talon’s body.  He held on tight for a moment before pulling away and staring up at the beautiful man before him.  Javier reached up and traced the scare that ran down Talon’s face with gentle fingers.  “You are so beautiful.”

Talon flinched at the contact.  “You can see me?”

Javier nodded, “I see you, there is no colour, but I see you.”

Talon stared into Javier’s eyes and was amazed that now instead of the human eyes that he had once had, Javier's pupils now resembled those of a feline, yet they were still the same shade of pale blue that they had always been.  How was that even possible?

Javier turned and looked at each of them in turn and took in what the others saw every day.  He was happy to give up colour if it meant that he could regain this partial sight.  Losing his sight was something that he had always regretted.  Now that it was back, he was going to cherish the gift that he was given.

*~*~*

Quinlan stared in amazement along with the rest of them at the transformation of Javier’s eyes.  It wasn’t everyday that someone got to witness a miracle, and since his father’s death he had witnessed three. One- The return of his heart: Brayden, Two- the return of the old ones in the form of Javier, Three this miracle of Javier’s sight.  It made him truly grateful that he lived to witness it all, and made him wonder what else he was going to witness in the future.  He sensed that Brayden was a little tense and reached out to touch him in comfort, as if his touch could bring his husband peace.

Brayden leaned into the contact that Quinlan offered and was grateful that he was loved by such a wonderful man.  He was happy knowing that he didn’t have to go through this all alone, and frightened of what he was going to encounter.  The moment he woke to see his brothers shifted form, something deep inside him prowled to get out.  Something deep inside wanted to be free, as if tired of being locked away.  Brayden was shit scared that he was going to lose himself to the panther that he knew without a doubt lay inside him.  What would he do if that panther got free and hurt Quinlan, or worse hurt the boys?  He wasn’t sure he was ready to find out just what was going to happen; but knew without a doubt that the choice would soon be taken from him as the panther crawled ever closer to the surface.

When The Walls Come Tumbling Down # 11

Talon paced around the people he had in training.  It had been almost a month since he had begun honing all their skills.  He couldn’t help but smile when the others realised that Javier was the one that found the training the easiest.  Javier never once complained that the training was too hard; yet Talon knew that each night Javier fell into a deep sleep. He knew this because since he had become Prince Javier’s bodyguard he had moved into the anti chamber that led into Prince Javier’s room.  More than a few nights he had had to tuck the young man into bed.

Talon turned his attention to Brayden and Mylo who were sparring against one another.  He could see that both were so intent on their battle that neither realised that the others had stopped to watch them.  Talon even saw money changing hands as to what the outcome would be.  He shook his head as Brayden took a savage blow to the shoulder and winced as Mylo’s feet came out and knocked the Consort on his arse.  Brayden's head hit the ground with a loud crack that made more than a few people gasp in shock.

Brayden lay on the ground unmoving as Quinlan dropped to his knees beside him.  “Bray, love, open up your eyes baby.”

The silence was broken as an ear splitting cat call rang out into the air.  Quinlan turned just in time to see a huge panther leap against Mylo and knock him to the ground.  His jaws open, and poised above Mylo’s neck, in a warning growl.  Mylo turned his neck to the side in a submissive gesture that seemed to please the beast.  His teeth grazed Mylo’s throat softly before he turned and bounded over to Quinlan and Brayden.  He lay on the ground and placed a heavy paw on Brayden’s chest.

“Javier?”  Quinlan asked in astonishment.

The cat looked deep into Quinlan’s eyes, blinked slowly, and then dipped his head in acknowledgement of Quinlan addressing him.

“Holy shit!”  Quinlan reached out a hand and pressed it to the top of Javier’s massive black head, running his hands over the furred body he smiled when Javier’s body shook with the purr that escaped from within him.

Brayden groaned as his eyelids fluttered open.  His immediate reaction was to jump up and run when he saw the panther; though it was hard to move with the panther pinning him to the ground and his head aching from the knock it had taken.  Brayden cringed as the panther leaned in and licked the side of his face.

“Eww grose.”  Brayden tried unsuccessfully to pull away from him.

Quinlan smiled, “Love, I don’t think your brother wants you to move just yet.”

Brayden did a double take at the words his husband had just said, and turned and stared at the panther in question.  “Javier?”

Javier growled, at the moment he wished that he had the ability to speak or at least roll his eyes at the stupidity of the situation.  A growl emanated from deep inside him as he sensed that the King’s Guard was closing in around him with weapons drawn.  He turned his attention to Talon and yowled softly, his tail flicking in agitation at the threat heading in his direction.

Talon gestured for the King’s Guard to stand down that there was no need for weapons.  That the panther was not going to harm the King or his Consort.  “He means them no harm.”  Talon said matter of factly.  He was certain that Javier would never cause harm to his brother.

The scene that played out before them was so surreal that no one saw the figure standing in the shadows watching.  No one felt the presence of an evil so old that it should no longer exist.  No one saw the way the animals shied away from its presence.  No one felt the hatred and malice pointed their way.

Kybald watched in seething hatred as the Consorts brother shimmered and morphed into one of the old ones.  This was not good.  The old ones were thought to be extinct. They had been hunted by Kybald’s kind until their entire species had been eradicated. How could he now be seeing an old one?  How was it even possible that one had been missed?  All he knew for certain is the now, because of what he had just witnessed the hunt would once again resume. The abominations that once were, were not going to be allowed to come back into existence.  He had to warn the other of his Guild. The Guild of Shamian would not be pleased when he informed them of what he had just witnessed.  Because if there was one, how many others were there out there?  How hard was it going to be to get into the inner sanctum to be able to kill what should not exist?  If the Consorts brother was an old one, what then of the Consort himself?  The hunt ahead of the Guild was not going to be an easy one to be fought.  Preparations would need to be made.

Slipping out of the shadows and down a side street, Kybald made his way back to communicate to the others what he had seen.  For the upcoming war they were going to need to recruit new members into the Guild, because this time around Kybald didn’t think that the Guild of Shamian was going to be strong enough to defeat this new generation of old ones.

I'm Back!!!

Okay, I am officially back... I had a great time in America... there were a few people who I didn't get to see that I wished I had of... (You know who you are)... but on the whole America is a great place to visit... but I am glad to be home... Two places I absolutely loved were New Orleans and Bloomington, Indiana... for those of you that live in and around there, your towns are awesome...

I am still running on lack of sleep so I will get back to normal tomorrow and I know I have to play catch up with my blog story... I think... so I will be busy doing that as well as working on my edits for TLOM... I have to change it a tad, but it is all good... it can only make it better.

I have so many idea's for new books that I think I will be busy for a good long while... hopefully you will all stick with me... I have to do a bit more thinking on them before I start talking about them but I just wanted to let you know that I wasn't slack while I was away... Well I mostly wasn't slack... It is good to be home though; I missed my family, and my computer... I'm not actually sure which one I missed the most though... 

Hope you all enjoyed Em doing my blog for me... she may even make a reappearance in the future, even if it is just to post her favourite music clips... I was surprised that there wasn't more Matt Tuck on there... Okay, I will talk to you all again tomorrow.

Music & Other Random Thoughts

To every-one out there, this is my last blog post as my mum will be home tomorrow, so talk to you another time maybe, probably not though.. lol... I hope you all enjoyed my strangeness.

Music & Other Random Thoughts

I think this song is pretty awesome, just for the little girl at the end

UPDATE!!!

My Mum will be home in 6 days I'm pretty excited.

Music & Other Random Thoughts

I don't really have anything to say, so I am posting this music video