So Here We Are!!!

The End Of Another Year

& Things To Be Proud Of!!!

So many awesome thing and people have come into my life this year that I feel like the big guy upstairs is looking down and smiling upon my life. I have founds some great friends (you all know who you are). I finally got published, which I admit I am still snoopy dancing over. I feel okay now when asked what I do for a living and I say I am an author.

I have found some great music this year mainly due to Emily forcing it on me - LOL, but shh we just won't tell her that as she will never let me live it down. Though, my faves are still my faves and I still love them all the best.

Family - what can I say we lost some, we gained some and everyone is happy and healthy and fingers crossed they stay that way (Not counting the hubs tearing the muscle off his forearm - dumbarse - it's all I'm saying.)

Tomorrow I will give you all my intended goals for 2012. I have a few so I need you all to kick me in the arse when I start to fall behind.

On that note I will end with some wise words from Eminem


"I don't care if you're black, white, straight,
bisexual, gay, lesbian,
short, tall, fat, skinny, rich or poor.
If you're nice to me, I'll be nice to you.
Simple as that."

Jettermane # 2

Blayze watched as the would-be Master of the Clandyke Coven, through out his fist and knocked Jettermane to the ground. It was unfair that he kicked and punched Jettermane without giving him the freedom to fight back. Ren wasn’t even sure that the fool even knew who he was beating up, because if he knew that he had at the end of his boot Jettermane Alexandro then he would be a lot more careful how he treated him. Or maybe he did know and wanted Blayze to out himself. As much as it hurt him to stand by and watch his heart be beaten.

It had been many ages since he and Jettermane had been banished to the mortal world. They might only look like they were twenty years of age but in truth they were much older than the mortal world was. Jettermane’s bravery and determination that he was going into exile with Blayze had endeared him to many of the citizens of Ximenez and especially those of the Patraious and Thorndyke covens. Jettermane had been born into the Thorndyke coven and now through their heart bond he was also a member of the Patraious coven which Blayze ruled.

Really Blayze was the true ruler for the whole planet but other coven leaders didn’t see it that way. That was one of the reasons that they had been in exile and hiding from Greer and his followers. But word had been sent recently that the people of Thorndyke were being eradicated, their numbers were dwindling. Tangen Lorcrease his second in command had come to bring them home when somehow Ellington Clandyke had found them first.

Blayze looked over at the terrified human that had been captured with them and wondered what would happen to him. He had the feeling if left in the hands of this band of war-pires he would not last to see the sun rise. If he could he would see the human safely away. If he couldn’t then he would protect him as best he could.

Clenching his eyes tight Blayze concentrated on calling out to Tangen, the man had to be close by if he had sent word that they were coming to collect them. He needed them here now to save them before this idiot realised who they were or killed Jettermane with his brutal beating. His eyes glazed with hatred the moment he felt the answering whisper, he prepared himself for the fight that was about to ensue. Today Ellington Clandyke was going to cease to exist. No, better yet – today Ellington Clandyke would live to tell his father that he had been a fool and let slip through his hands the two most prized possessions of Ximenez. Blayze almost chuckled at the thought of Greer exacting revenge on Ellington’s stupidity.

Blayze told the men that were loyal to him that there were ten war-pires in the clearing with them. So that must mean that there were two elsewhere keeping watch. As it was an unwritten law that war-pires travelled in bands of twelve; but then again the Clandyke coven was never one to follow the rules.

**~*~**

Jettermane had long since given up the urge to fight back, it only seemed to drain him more. Each and every time the guys boot connected with his body it seemed to jar another memory loose inside his head. Instead of crying out in pain, he thought about what he would like to do with the fuckwit as soon as he was loose - pay back is a bitch.

His thoughts were interrupted as twelve warrior-like men ran into the clearing engaging their captives in battle. As soon as they had taken down enough of them he felt his body being freed from binding spell that had been placed upon it. It was seconds later that he felt gentle hands caressing all over him as if assessing the damage. He would have pushed the hands away if he had the energy. His head moved as he tried to focus on the person attending him and found the frightened gaze of the terrified young man that had stood beside them when he had first awoken.

What the hell was going on?

“Shh, don’t move, if we are quiet we can sneak away. They won’t see us leave.”

He went to lift Jettermane but froze as they were suddenly surrounded by the twelve warriors and Blayze. Jettermane held onto consciousness as he watched Blayze step towards him. Blayze pulled him from the young man’s arms just as the darkness took him away.

**~*~**

“Why did you lay your hands upon our Xerx?” Tangen growled as stepped towards the human, “Do you know how much of a crime you have committed?”

Tangen watched as the human trembled before him and some small part of him snapped. The human crossed his arms across his chest and glared at Tangen, it brought a fraction of a smile to the corner of his mouth as he looked at the fierce glare aimed at him.

“Jett needs medical assistance; he needs to be taken back to the hospital so they can make him well.”

Tangen chuckled, “And just how do you know what our Xerx needs?”

“I’m Dr Emil Jenna, I’m a doctor, well; I will be when I finished my training.” The young man snapped.

Tangen grinned and lifted the doctor until he dangled over his shoulder. “Pick up the Xerx, we have to get out of here before The Clandyke’s realise their plan has failed. We can have the good doctor attend to the Xerx on board.”

“Put me down.” The doctor yelled from where he dangled.

Tangen slapped him on the backside and laughed. “Not gonna happen.” Turning he lead the way back to the ship.

Home was calling.

What's The Goss!!!

I Just had the best news last night, my good friend Z Allora got the release date for the second book in The Dark Angels series. Tied Together will be released on  January 6th at MLRPress  I can so not wait for this book to be released I have been snoopy dancing since we found out.

I have until the 10th of January to finish writing a short Novella for the Valintine Day antho for MLRPress

I am doing the second book in the Toowoomba Boys series it is two years since we met the boys in Angels on Top. The story I am now working on is called Hunting for Clay. I figure if I write 2K a day then I will stay on track.

I have begun edits on The Lines Of Marsden: Rules Are Made To Be Broken (I still haven't gotten the final cover yet.) I can tell you that the edits aren't really anything major at this stage but I have come to hate the words (like - look - smile - that & ...)

I never realised just how much I used them until they were pointed out to me. But I suppose it is another step closer to getting a release date.

On Occasion I will be writing posts on another blog that I am involved with. Paranormal Paradigms. I will let you know each time I post. I will set up an easy link on the left side of my blog so you can get there without trouble.


The Former series that went by the title The Realms of the Great Beyond has now been changed to S.P.A.M. Inc. (Suspicious Paranormal Activity Monitoring Incorporated.)

Toowoomba Boys: Angels on Top

Reviews by Jessewave

Anne Tenino.

I just want to intro my good friend Anne Tenino, she has a new free read out and I think you should all read it as it is bloody good. The Fix is another look into the lives of the boys From Whitetail Rock S without Further ado I bring you Anne Tenino.

About the author:
While spending most of the last three years recovering from Lyme Disease, Anne Tenino started writing again. The Lyme Disease led to the demise of her “real” job, meaning she suddenly had the time. She began writing for her own entertainment in third grade, but life intervened, and she didn't get around to submitting anything to a publisher until the week of her 40th birthday. In the long, rainy, Pacific Northwest winter, writing is sometimes a mood-saver.

Anne's husband is adorably confused by her love of reading and writing about man lurve, but he's always been a supportive sort. Just don't ask him to read it. Her two school-aged daughters think it's cool Mom's a writer but aren't clear on why they can't tell Gramma about it.

When not writing, Anne likes to read, travel, cook, and shirk housework. 
Website: http://annetenino.wordpress.com/

The Fix:
Whitetail # 2,


http://annetenino.files.wordpress.com/2011/12/the-fix.pdf


http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thefix-660755-144.html


http://www.amazon.com/Whitetail-Series-1-2-ebook/dp/B006QG02TQ/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1325016608&sr=1-3

Whitetail Rock:


http://annetenino.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/whitetail-rock.pdf


http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-whitetailrock-589885-145.html

Both of these stories feature Nik and Jurgen. (For those of you who are wondering, I have a third planned story featuring Sam that I’m writing now.)

The Blurb:

 Confident almost to the point of arrogance, Jurgen never worried about his boyfriend leaving him until he overheard Nik telling his best friend he wants to move out of town. That's when the macho cop realizes that maybe asking Nik to move back to tiny Whitetail Rock—where he was tormented when he was younger for being gay and looking different—wasn't Jurgen's most brilliant idea. Now he's on a mission to find a way to fix things so Nik will stay. Which should be no problem because he's good at fixing stuff, right?

Nik isn't sure what he was thinking, moving back to his hometown after graduating with his MFA. Jobs in his field are non-existent and reminders of some of the worst times in his life are abundant. But Jurgen lives in Whitetail Rock, and Nik is willing to put up with a hell of a lot to be with him. Except maybe Jurgen's own efforts to "fix" something that's not broken...

The Excerpt:

Jurgen and Nik had an argument over Jurgen acting like a caveman and as a result, Jurgen went out to sleep on the couch. Now it’s the middle of the night and he comes back to bed to be with Nik. Nik has been lying awake for hours, thinking, and he’s sort of over his mad, and maybe ready to figure out what was really going on with Jurgen.

Excerpt:

“I’m awake,” Nik whispered.

Jurgen froze, leaning over his side of the bed. Then he climbed in and got under the covers. He sighed heavily once he’d settled in. “I forgot my pillow out there,” he whispered to Nik.

For one crazy, completely altruistic moment, Nik thought about going to get it for Jurgen. Then it passed. Instead, he rolled on his side, facing Jurgen. Not too close. He laid a hand on Jurgen’s chest.

Jurgen’s hand came up immediately and grabbed Nik’s, tangling their fingers and pressing Nik’s palm into Jurgen’s T-shirt. Nik’s heart went into overdrive. Jurgen’s beat steadily under his hand.

“Jurgen, just tell me what it is.”

“What?” Jurgen turned his head toward Nik, away from the dim light coming in the window. Nik couldn’t see his face very well, but he could feel Jurgen breathing between them.

“Is it a brain tumor? Lou Gehrig’s disease? What? Just tell me, Jurgen.” Nik squeezed Jurgen’s hand so tight he thought one of his knuckles might pop right out of his skin.

“What are you talking about, Nik?”

“You’re scaring me. You’re acting all…loving and stuff. It’s completely unlike you.”

“I don’t act loving toward you?” Jurgen almost sounded hurt.

“Not like this. You don’t hold my hand or go off tilting at windmills for me.”

Jurgen stared at him in the dark.

“Don Quixote. He thought the windmills were some kind of monster or something, so he’d attack them.”

“So, Miller is my personal windmill?”

“Better than your personal Waterloo.” Nik knew he wouldn’t have to explain Waterloo.

Jurgen sighed and turned his head. Now Nik could see his profile. He had such a sexy nose. “Jurgen, please. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

Jurgen shrugged stiffly. His chest shifted and slid under their hands. “I wanted to do something nice for you.”

Oh. That was so—

Shut up.

“That required you to do something cruel to Miller?” Even if it was incredibly sweet.

“Why do you care so much about how Miller feels?” Jurgen’s voice was angry again that fast.

A-ha “Why do you sound jealous?”

“I’m not jealous! I’m mad!”

“Uh-huh.” Nik smiled to himself. He pushed up on his elbow, but Jurgen wouldn’t let go of his hand, which made straddling Jurgen’s hips a little awkward.

“What are you doing?” Now he sounded grouchy. In a forced way.

“I’m going to use my masculine wiles to get you to talk to me.” Nik could feel Jurgen under him, between his legs. Soft and warm.

“I am talking to you.” Jurgen let go of Nik’s hand, settling his on Nik’s hips. Already his voice sounded more normal. Slower. Nik rubbed himself once or twice lightly against Jurgen’s groin. Just to get the show on the road. Jurgen’s voice dropped lower. “I can talk this way, too, though.”

Also by Anne Tenino:

http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-18gray-581761-143.html

http://www.amazon.com/18%25-Gray-ebook/dp/B005FHNHO4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1325016608&sr=1-1

One Last Kiss Goodbye - Music.

Music to help me write  Kayne Henderson.

I am absolutely loving writing one of my new characters: Kayne Henderson, he is one of the main Characters in my WIP: One Last Kiss Goodbye. I hope you will all enjoy reading about him as much as I have enjoyed writing the love story between Kayne and Jacen Ives. This song by The Warren Brothers (Better Man) just suits Kayne's character to a T

Wind Walkers # 3

Vayne leant back against the log and watched as Arron and Crimson argued over just what to put in the stew pot. What did it even matter – food was food. He was sure Crimson only argued for the sake of hearing himself talk. It was kind of funny watching Arron get so flustered over the little slip of a man. He wondered how long it would be before Arron just lashed out and knocked Crimson out. God he hoped it was soon – anything for some peace and quiet.

“We need more spices, it brings out the flavour more, the meat will be infused by it.” Crimson demanded.

“What meat? You chucked a hissy fit and wouldn’t let me add any meat.” Arron growled.

Crimson rolled his eyes, “I said you couldn’t have bird flesh as your meat source, feel free to stick anything else in it. Why don’t you get your big strong mate to catch you some fish and use that?”

Vayne chuckled; he knew Arron would die before he would ask him for help with anything. He was only here with him now because they both seemed to be mated to Simian. Not that he believed that because one man couldn’t have two mates. Once they found Simian he would be able to work this all out. Simian would be able to tell them finally just who his true mate is.

He knew deep down in his heart that he was Simian’s mate, yet he was pretty sure that Arron knew the same thing. The worst past was the more time he spent around Arron; the harder it was to keep the man at arm’s length. Everything about Arron attracted Vayne, especially his long red hair that hung to his waist. So many times Vayne had had to stop himself from reaching out to touch it. He wanted so badly to run his fingers through it. Arron had eyes the colour of the emeralds that were mined in the Basarak territory, the best thing about them was they changed with Arron’s moods. So dark when he was getting angry he bet hay were that colour now, and they sparkled when Arron was pleased about something. Arron’s skin was paler than he was and somehow it suited the man. He was slight of build but still his body was well toned with an underlying strength that even Vayne was wary of coming up against. The thing that he liked best about the man was his mouth. There was no other word for it except pretty, like it was made for kissing – not that he would ever try that. Mainly because he would end upon the wrong end of a knife blade, Arron might be smaller, but he was more lethal than he looked.

“If you don’t go away and leave me the hell alone I am going to rip your tongue out and add it to the stew.” The sound of the anger in Arron's voice was enough to bring Vayne out of his thoughts

“I’m not doing anything wrong. You are the one that doesn’t know how to cook.” Crimson yelled as Arron stood up and strode towards the forest; punching a small tree as he passed. “You know that tree never hurt anyone” Crimson taunted. Crimson turned towards him with a mischievous gleam in his eye. “Well my work is done.” He laughed as he came over and sat beside Vayne.

“One of these days you are going to push him too far.” Vayne said

“He is too uptight; he needs to loosen up a little. I never see him smile unless he is looking at you when you don’t know about it. But then it is more of a sad smile like he is hurting. Why would he be hurting? I mean you are mates after all. Why doesn’t he turn to you for comfort? Why don’t you comfort him when he needs it? If I ever have a mate I am sure as hell going to love on him like there is no tomorrow. I would never treat my mate like you and Arron treat each other – that is so wrong.”

When Crimson finally slowed to take a breath Vayne answered. “Arron and I are not mates, we both think we have the same mate, but that is going to be sorted out as soon as we find Simian.”

“What do you mean when you’re not mates? Of course you are. If you are mated to Simian then you and Arron are mated to not only Simian but each other as well. That is the way it works with his kind. He needs the added love to keep him grounded and safe. If you do not come to some sort of compromise on this, then how can you come together when you are reunited with Simian? Fate chose the three of you for a reason. You have to believe in that if you believe in nothing else. Fate is never wrong.”

“Again I ask how do you know all this?” Vayne asked genuinely perplexed by it all.

“Our grandmother was a big believer in the old ways, she taught Nico and I all about how things were and the way they were meant to still be. Something happened in all the eons that have passed and our way of thinking changed. Grandmother told us that one day it would be up to Nico and I to lead the world in the right direction and get our people back on track. Grandfather thought she was polluting our minds and he had her killed, he burnt all her books along with her body but I remember the things she told us. Because I believe they are true.”

“He had her killed?” Vayne blurted in utter shock.

“Yes, apparently Grandfather wasn’t a believer.”

“One day you are going to have to write down all that your grandmother told you.”

“Yes, just like one day you are going to have to accept that you are mated to Arron.”

Vayne rolled his eyes; he had so much to think about and this obnoxious, albeit funny hawk shifter had just placed a heap more in his lap. Would life ever get any easier?

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!

Merry Christmas From Australia

Well it is 5:14 am on Christmas morning, and I just wanted to say Merry Christmas from me and my family. I am the only one awake but what else is new. I figured that while I was up and before it got to hectic, I would wish you all the best whether you celebrate Christmas, or some other religious version, or not at all. This is just a little fun song a Christmas carol done Aussie style. to give you all a little piece of my world - it is so ridiculous you won't be able to stop yourself from laughing.

May your day be filled with family & good cheer

And an esky filled with ice cold beer

Merry Christmas.

OMG!!! Look At What My Friend Made Me...

I know that I have already posted this recently but the awesome Chocolate Minx turned it into a video for me. I hope you all enjoy it again. I am just so stoked and I thank Chocolate Minx from the bottom of my heart.

Taylor V Donovan.

My friend Taylor V Donovan finally has her release date – December 30^th 2011 for her novel Six Degrees of Lust. It will be released through MLRPress. Do yourself a favour and mark it on your calendars as a must buy – Because believe me this book is definitely a must read. Six Degrees of Lust will suck you in and leave you wanting for more from the very first word. I was privileged enough to get to read more than a few snippets while writing and cannot wait to read the completed product. I fell in love with each and everyone one of these characters – my favourite is Sasha and his story is yet to come so you all know I will be patiently waiting (or pestering Taylor to write faster) for the rest of the books to become available.

Taylor gave us all a brief glimpse into the By Degrees world with her Christmas Short: Southern Winterlands, also available from MLRPress.

Six Degrees of Lust (By Degrees #2)

New York City FB.I. team leader Samuel Shaughnessy lives for his job and immediate family. Sexually active and emotionally unavailable works just fine for him.

Former fireman Machlan O’Bannon now manages a sports bar in Houston and is ready to be the man he always wanted to: out, proud and drama free. His family wants to lock him in the closet, but he just wants the man of his dreams.

One man is as high strung as the other is laid back. Their lives are not only different, but miles away. They don’t want to be involved… but will they be able to stay apart.

Jettermane # 1.

Hi everyone, well I have had a few requests for more of this snippet that I posted so long ago. Just for a refresher, I have decided to redo that snippet & extended it, so that it makes up the first part of the second blog story I will be running for awhile. I will still be doing Wind Walkers on a Monday, and I will blog Jettermane on a Friday. So here is the first part of the vampire story.

In the beginning

Jett lay in bed and stared at the ceiling, he hated being here. There were just too many crazy people. He was pissed that his parents thought of him as a complication in their perfect lives. Mention once that you dreamed of being a vampire, and the next thing you know you wake up in a strange room; strapped to a bed with someone shoving little pink pills down your throat. His mother had been to see him once; only to stare at him through the glass petition that they used instead of walls. The palm of her hand pressed to the glass as tears streamed down her face. He watched as she mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ before turning away.

That had been almost five years ago, and he was still here in this same room. The only difference was that now he wasn’t strapped to the bed. The strange thing was that he still dreamed of being a vampire; except now his dreams were much more vivid, and involved other people. Who they were; he did not know, but they felt familiar to him. He knew they were also vampires. He could tell by the colour of their skin, so pale, and by the colour of their eyes or lack thereof. Their eyes were pale grey almost like there was no colour at all; when they neared him he felt the coolness of them pass.

They spoke to him as if he was one of them. Sometimes he wished he was, then, maybe some of this would have made sense. Because, this place just sucked all the fun out of living. He mostly wished that his dreams were real. It would be nice to think he had someone on the outside that cared about him. Someone he could go to when they finally let him out - if they ever let him out.

Now.

“Jett, wake up!” Jett was vaguely aware that he was dreaming, yet tonight it was more vivid then he had ever dreamt before. “Come on man, wake up. We have to get the hell out of here. They’re coming.” Who was coming? “Three minutes damn! What am I going to do? Sorry, I have no alternative, I have to do this, we gotta go.”

He felt a small sharp jab in the base of his skull and Jett’s whole body seemed to twist itself inside out. What the hell was happening? His eyes flew open only to be blinded by the brightest light that he had ever seen. Jett’s heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it was trying to jump right out of his chest. He tried to focus on the noise around him; it was like nothing he had ever heard before. His scream got lost in the sound that tore through his head.

‘Oh crap, he was dead.’

Death is a funny thing thought Jett; firstly, he never thought it would be this painful. It kinda felt like a massive hangover; or that you have survived being smashed in the head repeatedly with a sledge hammer. Secondly, he found himself extremely thirsty; his throat felt so dry, and it tickled with an itch he just couldn’t scratch.

It was only then that Jett noticed that he was no longer in his room. Somehow he had gotten out of that room he had considered his prison. Looking around him he realised that he was standing in the middle of a freaking forest, and he wasn’t alone. He looked to his right and saw that there was a small dark haired male that was babbling incoherently and staring off into a place that only he could see. On his left he saw a blond haired blue eyed man that stared right back at him. Some small flicker of something told him that he should know who this man was, yet the blond’s name eluded him at this moment. He watched as those piercing blue eyes started at him then down at his own hand. Dropping his own gaze he saw the strangers fingers stretched out towards him, without thinking Jett stretched out his own until their fingertips met. In that instant it was like a bolt of lightning shot through their bodies.

Jett’s body convulsed, so many images flooded through his brain implanting themselves there like they had been there forever. He stared wide eyed as those blue eyes drained of all colour and became pale imitations of what they once were. He could tell by the wide eyed stare he received in return that his own were probably doing the same. He didn’t feel any different.

Yet that itch in his throat was starting to burn – and burn badly.

Jett tried to force his body to move but it was as if he was paralysed. Nothing beyond turning his head and stretching those fingers was moveable. It was then he heard the whispered words inside his mind.

“Jettermane, my love, do not try and fight their hold. They will only hurt you worse if you do.” Jett flinched at the emotion that flowed through those words.

“Who are they? Who are you? Who am I?” Jett thought back, hoping beyond hope that the mind thing flowed both ways because it would really suck if it didn’t.

“They are our enemy; I fear they are searching out the hidden ones. You my love, are Jettermane Alexandro, Xerx the Patraious Coven, and I am Blayze, Renegade, Dunaiden the fourteenth; King of Ximinex, and true ruling monarch of the Patraious Coven.” There was no mistaking the pride that was in Blayze’s eyes.

Jett wondered why he couldn’t remember any of this. You would think he would remember being a Prince? “Are you sure you have the right bloke, my parents dumped me in that place and left me as if I was a crazy person. What the hell is a Xerx?”

“No love, they put us there to keep us safe. We were supposed to remain hidden until they came back for us. They just never came back.” Blayze stared at Jett, “Being a Xerx means that you are my husband. You are the co ruler of our people.”

“Why should I believe you?” Jett glared at the Blayze, trying to work out if the guy truly believed what he was saying.

Look inside your heart and see me there filling up every space. You have been mine since before we were even conceived. We are destined to do great things. To rule over our people with the love and kindness that has been denied them for so long.”

Jett snorted, “Well it looks like we’re all well and truly screwed.” He turned as he felt a presence standing in front of him and looked it to the coal black eyes of the one person he knew without fail was his enemy – he just wished he could remember his name.

“Don’t tell him our names, whatever he does don’t give us away.” Was whispered through his head as the ground raced up to meet him.

Slowly Creeping In.

OMG!!! What A Year!!!

I can't believe how fast this year is drawing to an end. More to the point I can't believe how much my life has changed in the last six months. it was the 19th of July that I received my first contract to sign for MLRPress for The Lines Of Marsden: Rules Are Meant To Be Broken, I have participated in and written my first free story Shadows on the Heart. which has since earned me a nomination in the Member's Choice Awards. I wrote the first part in my Blog story, Children of Varnuse: When The Walls Come Tumbling Down, and have just started the second part - Wind Walkers. I am also as of tomorrow writing a second Blog story Jettermane a vampire base society.I received a contract from MLRPress for my Christmas Short Angels on Top. I got my first rejection from Samhain for Windblown Kisses: My Knight in Tarnished Armour - So I am now looking for a new home for that series. I participated in and completed NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) total count 50707 on Watson Falls: Between One Heartbeat & The Next. it is a shifter series and will be a spin-off from my Pack Matters series.

I have made tons of new friends and have thought of tons of new storyline ideas. I have found myself a sometimes writing partner in the fabulous Embry Carlysle and we are busy creating our new universe for The Realms of the Great Beyond - you will all be hearing plenty about that next year. on January 1st I will give you all a run-down on my writing goals for 2012.

OMG!!! Look At This.

I was just informed by Lori over at M/M Romance on Goodreads that I am a nominee for their Member's Choice Awards I am so fricken Stoked. I am in the class for Best Free Read.

Here where you need to go to vote for me and many others.

http://www.kwiksurveys.com/online-survey.php?surveyID=OLOEKL_b0e3067

My Take On A Classic Christmas Poem...

Twas The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas & I was stuck in this place,

Everything was gone – the whole human race.

I wasn’t alone, I found one by my side,

We fought for our lives until we decided to hide.

The war raging outside, we made a small bed,

We snuggled down deep and covered our heads.

He, in his blue jeans, scarf and tight shirt,

Me, dressed the same and willing to flirt.

With sly little looks, and skin touching skin,

Blocked out the world and the trouble we’re in.

Between soft gentle kisses & losing our clothes,

And tiny caresses that tingle our toes.

Lips meeting lips when he started to purr,

His teeth elongated as he sprouted some fur.

My eyes opened wide – I trembled in fear,

I struggled a lot yet he pulled me near.

He nuzzled my neck & crumbled my core,

He nipped at my throat & I offered him more.

So many warnings screamed in my head,

I pressed my lips tight so they couldn’t be said.

So many things he whispered down low,

Telling me how he couldn’t let me go.

I gazed in his eyes that had turned pale blue,

No understanding – I hadn’t a clue.

Some things I need to make this all clear,

What’s happening? Why am I here?

He smiled sadly and said it was fate.

He’d love me forever because I was his mate.

He told me his name on a long winded sigh,

While I was in shock & wanted to cry.

Alden Langley and he was a fox

All that ran through my mind – I’m still wearing socks.

He moved just a little, I watched fur recede,

I studied him closely, his eyes full of need.

My heart all but broke, my eyes filled with tears,

Deep down inside I sensed all his fears.

I realised right then that mine were the same,

So I smiled and told him my name.

“I’m Hector Lewis, my friends call me Heck,”

I tilted my head & he again kissed my neck.

He whispered a tale of the new world I’m in,

It was a tear in space that brought me to him.

A wish made on a long ago on a faraway night.

Brought our world crashing & locking up tight.

I came from Earth & he from afar,

Alden’s home is on a faraway star.

Both ripped through time & and also through space

Is how we ended in this unknown place.

I started laughing till tears flowed free,

How the fuck did this happen to me?

I felt like I was crazy – like this wasn’t real

I reached out a hand I just had to feel.

Maybe this was a dream or I was dead,

Or something fucked up, that was just in my head.

But nothing quite mattered as he fondled my balls

Merry Christmas to me & to you, one & all.

Wind Walkers # 2

Vayne grunted for the umpteenth time since they had risen that morning; they were already three hours into the day. He was already tired of the two men that followed them; for bird shifter and descendants of the Aarondyte line – albeit a side line of descendants. But they had enough of the Aarondyte lineage running through their blood to count as possible sentinel mate.

“Oh, for the love of…” he trailed off as the shout of pain came from behind them on the trail. Glaring at Dominic he growled, “Go and get you mate and that idiot before they cause themselves some real harm.”

Dominic grinned; he wondered how many more noises Vayne would make before he cracked. Now he knew. It surprised him when he realised that it was Nico following behind them. They had left the shifter village three days ago, and with every step he took he wanted to turn around and rush back to Nico and beg him to come away with him. Now he was glad that he didn’t have to do it, he had been sent after Vayne and Arron for a reason, maybe this was it – maybe he had been sent along just so he could find his mate.

“I swear if they slow us down I will kill them myself.” Vayne growled again just as Arron punched him hard on the arm.

“You will not touch one hair on their heads, especially not Dominic’s mate.”

Dominic slipped away into the forest behind them as Vayne and Arron argued. For two men who were supposed to be mated, they sure didn’t act like it most of the time. If Arron said the sky was a nice shade of blue then Vayne would immediately argue that it was red. He hoped his mating with Nico Redhawk was not going to be as volatile. All he ever wanted was to be loved and be loved in return – was that too much to ask for?

Nico quickly climbed the nearest tree as he waited for his mate to catch up. When they were almost underneath him he swung down somersaulting to land on his feet before them. He grinned at the shocked looks they both wore.

“Holy crap,” Crimson clutched at his chest. “You scared the crap out of me.

At first, Nico didn’t say anything, he just bodily launched himself into Dominic’s arms and clung tight, the only thing Dominic could do was wrap his mate up in his arms. He could breathe a little easier now knowing that his mate was close at hand where he could protect him.

“You left without me.” It was a simple statement which tore at Dominic’s heart.

Dominic tightened his embrace fractionally. “I know. I am so sorry about that. I shouldn’t have done it.”

“No you shouldn’t have.” Crimson retorted with a snort. “It would have been so much easier if we just left with you… this place is dangerous.” He ended as he gestured to the forest around them. “Do you know how much stuff in this place can hurt you?” Crimson rabbited on as Dominic picked up his mate and headed back to the others, he didn’t have to look or say anything to know that Crimson was following them.

Vayne and Arron were still arguing as he stepped into the clearing. Vayne abruptly cut off what he was going to say and stared at Nico in his arms.

“Is he hurt?”

Dominic shook his head.

“Then who was making all that noise?” Vayne demanded.

“That would be me.” Crimson glared at Vayne, a smile came to Dominic’s lips as he watch the waif like man face off against Vayne who was quite clearly three times the bird shifters size. Crimson’ voice jumped an octave. “Do you know the scary crap that lives in this forest? Sometimes it just jumps out and hits you for no apparent reason.”

Vayne watched Crimson with a slightly bemused look on his face.

Nico chuckled and whispered. “He was bitching and moaning and walked into a tree.”

Dominic laughed softly only to have Crimson turn his pissed off glare in his direction.

“Laugh it up chuckle boy, one of these days the great ones will come back and bite you on your arse.”

“Great ones?” Vayne suddenly asked, and by the look on his face Dominic knew that something of importance was happening.

“Yes, the great ones.” Crimson shrugged, “Shifters might be known as the old ones, but we are descended from the great ones. They are the only ones of our kind that can shift into all beasts, but their true beast form is that of the dragon. The one true ruler of all the phases of the elements.”

Dominic let Nico stand on his feet, though he still held him so that his back was to Dominic’s chest. “How do you know all of this?”

Crimson rolled his eyes. “Because I can read. All shifters are taught at a young age about the greatest creature in the world. We learn it because it is part of our heritage.”

“What else do you know about these great ones?” Vayne demanded, though Arron looked just as anxious to hear the answer.

“Well, I know that there is reportedly only one of the great ones left in all existence. I know that some guy named Tondran had him in his grasp and then lost him. I know that Tondran is now on the exact same quest that you guys are. I know that Tondran left his son in charge of his compound”

“Not anymore.” Arron said quietly. “The last I saw of Ormand he was quite dead.”

“Huh, I wonder how that happened.” Crimson said in a thought filled voice.

“Could have had something to do with the dirty great knife that Arron ran through him.”

Dominic, Nico and Crimson all stared at Arron in opened mouth disbelief; the forest fell silent as if it knew to make no noise. It seemed like a lifetime of heartbeats passed before they cracked up laughing.

“Guys I am serious. Arron killed Ormand.”

“I know,” Crimson howled with laughter, “That’s what makes it so funny.”

Embry Carlysle Q & A.

Okay I am going to introduce you to my very good friend and my sometimes writing partner – Embry Carlysle. When we first met I thought she was a crazy arsed stalkier and then I got to know her. I am still debating on the crazy arsed stalker thing, but what I did find out is that she is a pretty awesome chick. Sometimes I honestly think that we share the one brain, it has gotten to the stage that we can finish each other’s sentences – especially when it comes to the paranormal parallel universe that we are working on. Now without further ado I will let her tell you in her own words what she is all about. To see my answers to the same questions you need to go to Embry's blog - Take the short cut on the right hand side of my blog, simply click on her picture and it will tale it there. (Under my Profile.)

Tell us how this particular story came about? Was there a particular instant when it all just fell into place and you thought that is my next story?

Stories are always floating around in my head, but for this particular story was inspired by an adorable picture I found online of the cutest couple ever kissing at what appears to be a Halloween Party. From there the story took form.

How long have you been writing?

It feels like forever, but serious writing began a few years ago and I have focused on the m/m genre in the last year.

How do you choose which genre and flavour your story line will take, and what influences your choice?

Paranormal is my first love, so naturally my current WIP’s are paranormal.

What is your specific writing style, if any?

I really wouldn’t say I have a specific style, other than I always have a bit of humour in them. Life is far too serious in the real world and I think humour helps “lighten” our subconscious. Allowing the reader to “relax and enjoy” for a moment.

Is there anything you find particularly challenging about bringing a story to life?

Oh my yes, several things come to mind. I think for me it’s always a challenge to stay focused on a current storyline, because my over active imagination tends to pop up new storylines at the most inopportune time.

NJ: That is why you have me to help keep you on track – can you feel that whip?

Who is your favourite character you‘ve written to date and why?

Oh wow that’s a tough one. I think in each story I have a favourite while I’m writing it, but if I had to pick one off the top of my head it would be Sean from a story I haven’t finished. He is a Rock Star who can see ghosts and just about the funniest and funnest (is that even a word) character to write.

Which character in your body of works was the hardest to write?

Probably the one I’m working on now. Jamie was a victim of child-abuse and for me that is very difficult to write, because it is heartbreaking on so many levels.

Which stories have you enjoyed working on the most and why? 

My ghost story for sure, but also my story based on Greek Mythology. I am a huge fan of all things mythological.

What will people come away with after reading your books?

Hopefully they will love my characters as much I have loved writing them. That for a few minutes they could escape into another world full of alpha heroes and the men they love.

What are you currently reading?

Well your stories of course. LOL

NJ: Well said, and I didn't even have to pay her that much to say it… LMAO.

What music is in your stereo at the moment? And does it influence the way you write?

I listen to a plethora of songs. Just depends on what kind of mood I’m in I suppose. Whatever the scene is at the time I’m writing it, I find different music to fit the mood so to speak.

Are you still as passionate about writing as you were when you first started?

Oh most definitely, I plan to write until my fingers fall off.

Name three Authors you read over and over again?

Mary Calmes,

K.A. Mitchell

Larissa Ione,

And of course NJ Nielsen. 

NJ: (Okay that one was all Emb’ I didn’t bribe her for that one – Psst, the money is in the mail.)

Can you share any of your current WIPS?

Well considering that’s all I have, sure. My current one is about my cougar-shifter and the man whose soul he saves.

NJ: Ahem – did you forget the whole The Realms thing that we have going on… sheesh where is the loyalty?

For those readers that have yet to know you please tell us something about yourself.

This is always a tough question. Talking is never a problem for me, talking about myself…is. Let’s see I could give the standard answer of; I have always wanted to be a writer, which is definitely true. But it is my true love of the m/m genre that has truly inspired me. What could be better than writing stories that combine my two loves; m/m and paranormal? For me it is everything.