One Of Those Days...

  Have you ever had one of those days when you wish you could just crawl back into bed, and have a do over. Well I am having one of those weeks. It wasn't one big thing that went wrong it was a lot of little tiny things that made up the whole. My good friend Z basically said I need to get my happy back on as I have a new release coming out in about ten days or so, and I am, I liked this story and I loved finding out more about Hunter and Clay. I just feel as though I am standing outside of my own life at the moment and watching a car crash in slow motion.

  My hubs would say take a teaspoon of cement and harden the fuck up!!! And I know he is right. I am just at a stage in my life where I am questioning everything - see the bottom of this post and give me some advice. (I think it is because my birthday is two days away - and I think holy fuck I am getting old Or it could be I just haven't had enough coffee this morning.)

  Okay I promised myself that 2012 is going to be the year of me - where I am the most important thing in my life - does that make me selfish? - Probably. We all know in the end I will be in the thick of my ever-loving family, and wanting to slap them up the side of the head - but hey that's how families work.

  I have had my bitch for the month so now it is time to pull up my big girl socks and take the next step... You will be happy to know  that today I am working on When Souls Collide. I am hoping to hit at least 11K on it.

  I have sent Admetus Gaea to Cinders who is going to run fresh eyes over it (yes I know it isn't finished but I want to make sure that when I converted it from M/F to M/M I got all the he/she/him/her changed as well. We all know it is the little things I forget). And lets just say lucky I sent Windblown Kisses: My Knight In Tarnished Armour to Sue as she found some great big glaringly obvious storyline holes that will need fixing before submit it.

  I have a question so feel free to leave me a comment and answer it - it is about your reading likes.

  Q 1: If my The Lines of Marsden series is mostly M/M is it okay to highlight a M/F relationship or should I change it to a M/M relationship? I need to know pretty soon as I will have to change it in book one, actually it will just be a change of name mentioned in book 1, the actual relationship is not until when the second line comes into their powers.

I know that Ro will say change it... and I am willing to if everyone is in the same frame of mind. So please leave me a comment with your views - because I read any genre that sort of thing doesn't worry me. so there is a second question related to the first.

  Q 2: Should Michaela become a guy? And if so what should be the new name? (Not Michael as he is the father) so I need to come up with a new name, at the moment she is Michaela Marsden (Kayla) and her twin is Raphael Marsden (Raph).

  Okay on that note I am out of here - I have some writing to catch up on and a sex scene to write by Friday for Jettermane. As well as figure out what the hell happened to Simian in Wind Walkers by Monday. I will talk to you all tomorrow when I ask Z Allora some questions...

Wind Walkers # 8

Raevyn pretended not to care as the person who approached them leered down at them, it almost seemed like he was trying to choose between them. The guy stood and rubbed his crotch as his gaze travelled between them both. Finally his attention was given over wholly to Simian. Simian tried to protest as the idiot climbed on top of him, and started molesting him through his clothes. When the fool tried to force Simian into a kiss Raevyn took action.

He was grateful that darkness had fallen so the night could conceal what he was about to do. He didn’t need an audience that could interfere with what he was about to do, because if he was stopped it could turn out bad for the both of them, and Simian was already hurting enough without more pain being dished out on him.

They guy never even knew what hit him as Raevyn got up and twisted the chains that had bound him to the ground around the fools neck, twisting it until it tightened around his throat cutting off his air supply. It felt good to take out at least one of them men who held them captive. One of them that had degraded him for so long, he was going to prove tonight that he truly was the animal that they had forced him to become.

As the life slowly leeched out of the man in front of him a great weight lifted off his shoulders. He laid the man down on the ground in the same position he had been in. he leaned over his cousin and whispered. “I will be back for you. I am going to take out as many of them as I can. If I get caught and killed I will find my mate to come rescue you. I promise”

“Don’t promise me things you may not be able to keep.”

Raevyn pulled at the bonds holding Simian to the ground so that he was free. He really didn’t understand why Simian was so weak. Where had all his power and strength gone? Their kind wasn’t supposed to be able to be restrained yet somehow they both had. Shifting into a black panther he crept toward the sleeping forms. A rumble formed deep in his chest when he realised how poorly prepared these men where. Had Tondran taught them nothing?

Shifting back to human form he picked up a knife beside the first person he found and slit their throat, they were dead before they had even known they were in danger. The smell of blood was strong upon the air. He pulled the man’s blanket up to cover the wound. He crept slowly through the men sprawled on the ground dispatching them as he went. Each one never knowing they were on the doorstep of their punishment for daring to hold the descendants of Jaradeen and Scarcian. Only an idiot would have believed they could have held them captive for as long as they did. He still couldn’t believe they had been restrained within touching distance. This miserable band of soon to be dead had no clue as to who they had or what they had done, and for that they were going to be punished.

Something wasn’t right, it just seemed off. There should have been more men than what was here. He counted them all as their life’s blood was drained away from them. Where had Tondran and the rest of them gone? Why would they have gone and left him and Simian behind? It just didn’t make sense as to what was going on. He froze as a sound came from his left and a man stepped around the fire. The blade had left his hand and was imbedded in his chest before he could shout out a warning to those who still lived.

Raevyn smiled as he walked over and pulled the knife free of the dead man’s heart - he was not going to be denied his revenge.

He had killed fifteen men before he made it back to where he had left Simian – only to find him gone. Standing in the moonlight, Raevyn cocked his head to the side and listened to the utter silence that surrounded him. Not even the sound of an insect or any other living creature could be heard. Turning his attention to the ground he looked for signs of which way whoever took Simian went. But there was nothing – not one thing that could point him in any given direction it was as if Simian had simply disappeared off the face of the planet. ‘Fuck! What the hell was going on?’ Where were the rest of the ones responsible for them being here?

Raevyn Blue was born for a reason - he was the punisher.

His soul was pure enough that he had no qualms in handing out the justice needed amongst the mortals of their world. Now that his mate had bonded with him, even in such a minor way as they had his senses would strengthen a hundred fold. Helping to seek out them men and woman who needed to face the high court of Varnuse. He had already been to the High City – needing to lay eyes upon the new king. Needing to make sure he was the right person to take the throne.

He had learned through the gossip of his holders that the true king had been found and the new king had taken him home to share the throne until the true king was able to take back his crown. That alone raised this new king – this Quinlan Macallister in his eyes; the respect shown to the true king was the sign of a great man. When all this was over Raevyn would seek this man out and ask for his loyalty in the coming eons. Each pure one born would need the loyalty of those around them.

Raevyn wondered where Malacyte, Haydrian, and Scarpeous were. The five of them all cousins of a sort were once destined to watch over the world and yet in time they had been forgotten until he and Simian remained. He would need the help of his mate to find those which were still missing. Somewhere out there hidden away were the rest of his brethren.

Em's Turn

I have posted these song just for my mum (the bitch face,) even though BFMV is my favourite band this song is for  her and Nickelback is just because I like it.

Jettermane # 6

Jettermane laid there and thought about everything Blayze had just told him. Even though what Blayze said kind of made sense it still didn’t explain to him why he had killed someone. What would he have made him kill his uncle’s mate? But if he did do this then he knew what he had to do once they arrived at Ximenez – if they really had taken Tangen and Emil’s mate then he would have to give himself up. It wasn’t fair that someone else should suffer because of something he had done. Yes, he would definitely have to make things right.

His gaze roamed over the large man who sat in the chair beside him. Blaze had dozed off, and it was giving him the perfect opportunity to study the man that was supposedly his husband. Golden hair curled around his broad face in the light there was flashes of red within the golden strands. His nose was slightly crooked as if had been broken once upon a time, but it didn’t take anything away from his rugged good looks. His skin was pale but if they really were vampires he supposed that was to be expected. The one strange thing about him was the pale green eyes were almond shaped and had thick dark lashes framing them. His thin and harsh lips were parted slightly as Blayze breathed within his sleep.

When he stood, Jettermane guessed Blayze stood just under the seven foot mark his broad shoulders tapered down to a trim waist, his muscle’s bulged even in his sleep. And again Jettermane had to wonder what Blayze had seen in him. Looking down at his own scrawny body in his mind he was nothing compared to the men around them they were all mountains compared to him even Emil was much larger. How could anyone think that someone who looked like him was able to co-lead the whole planet? Jettermane supressed the giggle which was threatening to break free from him over the whole stupid notion.

Jettermane jumped as Blayze’s eyes slowly opened and pinned him in their gaze. “Have you had your fill of watching me yet? Or should I close my eyes and let you carry on?” a smile tugged at the corner of his lips and Jettermane felt the tell-tale heat as a blush crept across his own face.

“I wasn’t watching.” Jettermane grumbled.

“If you say so.” He reached his hands way above his head and Jettermane swallowed hard as a strip of skin was bared between the hem of his shirt and the top of his jeans.

Standing Blayze continued to stretch and Jettermane gasped as he watched Blayze’s cock lengthen and harden behind the confines of his trousers. He bit his lip as Blayze walked toward him slowly and deliberately. There was a determined look in his eyes and Jettermane could feel his own body reacting to the intenseness that seemed to be filling the room.

“What are you doing?” he asked hesitantly as Blayze placed a hand on either side of him and leaned over him on the bed until their faces were nose to nose.

“It has been so long since I have had the slightest taste of you my husband. I don’t know how long I am supposed to give you space but I feel like being selfish for a bit.”

“What are you – what?” His words got cut off as Blayze closed the distance between them and captured his lips. The moment they touched Jettermane opened his mouth under the onslaught. For a moment he froze when he felt Blayze’s tongue slip into his mouth, but as the taste hit him he threw himself into the feeling of being possessed the man above him. He was even more shocked when he realised Blayze had literally wound up on him and his own legs wrapped Blayze’s waist as if they had always belonged there. As his brain tried to fight the actions of the body and was losing dismally.

**~*~**

Blayze broke the kiss when he finally needed air and he had to smile when Jettermane kept clinging to him it seemed as his husbands body knew exactly who Blayze was; now he just needed to Jettermane’s mind to catch up. Somewhere inside this beautiful man their past was locked up. Whatever had been injected into Jettermane and Emilian had somehow affected their memories - he just hoped it didn’t last.

He could see the desire behind his husband’s eyes just as much as he could feel the hard prick pressing against his stomach. He had to slow this down before he took things too far and did something Jettermane wouldn’t forgive him for.

“What are you? Don’t stop?” Jettermane demanded as he tried to pull Blayze back toward him. It took all his energy and will power to pull away from this and calm the situation down. He didn’t realise the moment he tasted Jettermane his own body would take over and demand what it had been missing for so long. He tried to focus as he felt Jettermane’s hands slide between and start undoing the buttons on Blayze’s pants.

“Jetter,” Blayze used the pet name he had used for so many years. “Love, you need to be sure this is what you really want? Because once we start I won’t be able to stop. My mating bond with take over and I will need to reclaim what’s mine. If I we start – you will once again belong to me body, mind, and soul. Are you ready for that, Jetter?” His heart stuttered as Jettermane bit his lip and nodded.

“I’m ready.”

10 Facts About Me...

DAY SWAP!

Okay, firstly I want to apologise to Cinderella -  You will have to wait until tomorrow for Jettermane... I have to finish my edits for my release next month... it is easier to do Erica's request for today.

Here goes nothing - 10 facts.

1) I was named after a race horse.

2) My hero is David Bowie - I still find the guy as interesting today as I did when I was a kid.

3) My favourite book of all time is The Host by Stephanie Meyers, & I cry each time I read it.

4) I am the youngest child in my Family - I have an older brother and then three sisters older then him.

5) I draw (pencil sketches) and write twisted poetry - poetry note book is called: My book of Twisted Thoughts.

6) My first pet was a dog called Andy Capp (Yes, named after the cartoon. I wanted to name him Dwayne after the guy down the road but my parents said no.)

7) I am terrified of spiders.

8) I love the Muppets - Gonzo & Rizzo are my favourites (Yes, I did just go and see the new movie - so worth it for Fozzie & his fart shoes.)

9) I love the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - I am a Raphael fan.

10) I collect Dragon's and Roosters. (Stop laughing I know they are at opposite ends of the scale.)

This is a picture that I drew and my brother Ted coloured in for me.

This is how I first saw Michael and Christian.

Answering My Own Pimping Questions

What are you working on now? Was there a particular instant when it all just fell into place and you thought that is my next story?

I have just had my first official release of Angels on Top through MLRPress  


Blurb

All Marlowe wants to do is find his place in the world with someone to love. Someone who sees just who he is.

Thrown out of home for not conforming to his parents wishes, Angelo heads to the one place he knows he will be welcomed with open arms.

With a little help from their family and friends can Angelo and Marlowe figure out just who is stalking Marlowe before Christmas morning? Can Marlowe win the heart of the boy next door? Can Angelo figure out that even straight boys sometimes fall in love with their best friends?

 Also through MLRPress I will have the follow on story in this series Hunting for Clay - (I will post cover when I see it.)


Blurb

Two years have passed since Clay and Hunter met on that fateful morning in Tello’s Diner. Getting passed the fact Clay was stalking Marlowe was the easy part.

Clay Montgomery’s life has changed for the better the day he found the man who was meant to be the other half of him. Hunter understood him well, and knew how to give him exactly what he needs to be happy.

Hunter Weldon knows what he wants, and just how to get it. For two years he has loved the man in his arms and now it was time to up the anti. 

Also through MLRPress I have the first book in my series The Lines Of Marsden: Rules Are Meant To Be Broken.

Blurb


The Lines of Marsden were born into existence for a reason: to right the wrongs that had once taken place. Destiny fated that they must destroy the Eldren before evil wins.

Michael Marsden wants to die – for real this time. He wasn’t meant to lead the half-life that he does. He chooses to let it go and let death take what it had already claimed.

But Christian Risely isn’t about to let that happen.  He is drawn to Michael and is willing to do anything to ensure that he lives, even if that means keeping him alive against his will.

How long have you been writing?

I have been writing for a long as I can remember, it was as necessary as breathing. Though, I began writing my first novel when I was twelve years old. Admetus Gaea – Untamed World… it started out as a HET book, when I recently found it after a thirty year absence, I decided to add it to my current list of Wips and convert it to MM.

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

Honestly, I am a paranormal writer at heart. That is my favourite kind of story to read as well. My love affair with all things paranormal hit me at an early age and it just never let go. You could say they sank their canines/fangs into me.

Usually I just write whatever voice is screaming loudest in my head – sometimes my muse thinks it is funny to unleash them all at once. That is how my NaNo ended up becoming a spin-off to one of my other shifter stories… Vladimir (my Muse) can be funny like that.

What is your specific writing style, if any?

I don’t think I have a specific style of writing – I mainly just write whatever the hell falls out of my head as the mood strikes me. I don’t plot (at all) and when I do try and plot, the story line never ends up where I think it will. LOL – Sometimes I even give myself the Whoa!!! Factor as I write. I have been guilty of ringing my daughter at work and go, “Did you know…?”

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

Yes - I hate it when I start out with the decision of having two characters together and then halfway through it changes. Or like this: I have written most of the first twelve books in my series The Lines of Marsden, one of my background characters, kept jumping out at me screaming look at me – look at me. So in the end I have decided to go back through what I have written and bring Doyle further into the storyline. Mind you, once I started that process I ended up taking out four other characters, which caused the challenging factor in how I reworked the story without changing the story line. Not as much fun as you would think.

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

That is a hard one… I love Michael because there are so many elements of me in him. I love Doyle - I feel that Doyle is a truly beautiful soul. Though, if you ask my daughter she would say Maffa and Jaffa, the twin werewolves.

In other works I think that Tucker the drunken witch from my free Goodreads story Shadows on the Heart. He and Kylfa will be getting their own story: On The Flipside of Reverse. All the spells that have the possibility of going wrong… I am chuckling already just thinking about it.

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

Christian Kincaid – Risely: He keeps surprising me with little twist that makes me have to go back and tweak parts of his personal storyline. He is a 300 year old Vampire that doesn’t remember how old he is – he thinks he is newly made… LOL - you will just have to read series to find out more.

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

The Lines of Marsden… It was a something I started writing for my daughter. (For a full explanation, go to Jadette Paige’s blogspot on December 15^th as I am writing the story behind the story.) This is my most fun book - but the hardest.

What will people come away with after reading your books?

With the belief that no matter how hard of a struggle you go through to be with the one you love, in the end it is all worth it because sometimes true love and soul mates really do exist… Or…That Michael is a whiner, (just ask my daughter she tells me every damn day – LOL.)

What are you currently reading?

Lavinia Lewis - her Shifter Haven series. I am a total sucker for re-reading my favourites over and over again.

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

Nickelback: Dark Horse. I listen to them when I am working on all things in the Lines of Marsden Nickelback is kind of Michael’s theme music. Yes I am one of those authors that has to have music for each character – Doyle is Good Charlotte. & Christian is any music that you can dance badly to… Christian & Doyle kind of have my dancing skills. (At my wedding I had to dance to The Cure’s – Friday I’m in Love… just to cover up my bad dancing – Awesome wedding, it lasted three days and rained the whole time.)

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

Honestly, barring the last month, which was a real horror month for me. I had a relative die; my whole family came down with a virus that we just couldn’t shake. I had relatives rock up to stay at my house and then on top of all that I wrote a novel for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) I wrote the first book in a shifter series called Watson Falls: Between One Heartbeat & The Next – turns out it is a spin-off to Pack Matters. Total count: 50,707.

Okay, totally got side tracked… yes I do still enjoy writing as much today as I did when I started. I get a kick out of telling our workers that if they misbehave they will end up as a character in one of my stories… we own a construction company… my husband quite often fills the guys in on what I am up to – nothing better than running into one of the and they ask me. I have even had them tell me what sort of paranormal creature that they want to be… puts a huge grin on my face – it is times like that that I think – Yes; it is so worth it.

Name three Authors you read over and over again?

Gabrielle Evans

Stormy Glenn

Andrew Grey

ZA Maxfield - Bonus

Lynn Hagen - Bonus

Carol Lynne – Bonus

Z Allora - Bonus

Lavinia Lewis - Bonus

Can you share any of your current WIPS?

First: When Souls Collide - This is story of young love that finds itself again after six-years has passed. Jacen Ives & Kayne Henderson, have to struggle through their trouble and mixed up lives to find their way back together.

Second: Pack Matters 1: Chasing Dreams of You – Is the first book in a shifter series. In this book we follow Todd Creely and Micah Adams as they fight the Alpha for the right to leadership of the Lockyer Valley Pack and to save that same pack from the Current Alpha’s destructive and volatile behaviour.

Third: The Diamond Rose - This is a one off book (I think) that starts with the death of a policeman and involves a drug cartel and a strip club.Officer William (Billy) Martin is an undercover cop in the in the strip club The Diamond Rose and gets put into protective custody with Officer Cole Jackson.

Fourth: Roxy's Heart ~ Harlin's Hands - This is the first book that sets up the whole universe of S.P.A.M. Inc. Roxy  fey heir finds himself mated to the very human Harlin Edwards. We delve into their mating and all the problems that come with it from interfering C.O.P.E members, evil witches (yes of the magical kind) and a whole slew of characters that you will all fall in love with.

On the back burner:

Shadows on the heart (extention): GoodReads freebie invloving a werewolf, a vampire, and a viking (sounds like the start of a very good joke.)

Admetus Gaea: Fey and Elven Kind

Windblown Kisses: My Knight In Tarnished Armour: This is almost ready to submit

Day Walkers: Paranormal

Upcoming Guest Blog Appearances:

Jan 16 - Gabrielle Evans

Feb 11-14 Valentine Blog Hop

Feb 22 Jana Downs

Apr 27 Karenna Colcroft

What's Happening!!!

In the life of N.J. Nielsen

Okay, I know you are all dying to find out what is going on in my life well I can tell you there isn't much happening in my everyday real life - except laundry - I swear the washing multiplies when you aren't looking and we have been having a very wet week which isn't helping. I love the rain for the tank water - but other than that it drives me nuts - and we all worry about another flood happening.

On the writing front honestly I have done Sweet F A, but I will get back into it I swear. I spent yesterday reading other peoples work and loving it.

Everyone in my home life are all hunky dory, though Em and I both have peeling tattoos, so they are at that whole annoying itchy stage.where you just wanna scratch the skin off your arms.

ON WRITING

Well I have been keeping busy, I am waiting for the galley proof for Hunting for Clay, and then that is read for release around Feb 10th I think.  I am also waiting for the next round of edits on The Lines Of Marsden: Rules Are Meant To Be Broken, hopefully they will be easy as the last lot. I am working on Windblown Kisses: My Knight In Tarnished Armour, I just got the first half back from my beta reader Sue. I am also tweaking book two in TLOM: Living In Shadows, just making minor changes, hopefully to make it flow better. I am working on a Father's Day submission called When Souls Collide, I am about 1/3 of the way through it. I am still working on Pack Matters: Chasing Dreams Of You. Plus I am working on one for my daughter called The Diamond Rose which is a police story. And last but not least is the series I am working on with Embry Carlysle S.P.A.M. Inc. My first book is Roxy's Heart ~ Harlin's Hands & Embry's is Can't Get You Out Of My Head.

My Girl Embry is working on: Saving Souls: Saving Jamie. I am asking everyone to keep on encouraging her to finish her story and submit it. I can tell you what I have read of it you won't be disappointed. Check out her blog story Finding Will... I am already hooked. And today you can even find her gas-bagging over at  Gabrielle Evans Blog  drop on by and leave her a comment for a chance to win a $25 gift certificate at BookStrand.

Wind Walkers # 7

Raevyn stared at the space between him and Simian; total shock running through his body as he stared at the beautiful transparent creature who had taken both his and his cousin's hand. How did the vision know they needed to connect? How did he know where to find them? But most importantly who was he?

Had he and Simian conjured him to them in their moment of need? Raevyn wanted to scream out as the vision exploded into a thousand shards of nothingness. He didn’t have time to think on it more as in that exact instant he felt Simian’s power combine with his own - his strength came rushing back to him combined with Simian’s. Giving him enough force to break the bonds that tethered him to the ground. The last beating that Simian had taken kept him still slightly subdued.

Raevyn was still in shock over the whole waking up one day with his cousin staked out beside him. He had never thought to see any of his true family again. The law stated -  they were to be kept separated because combining the powers of the first line would be dangerous to the lives of every living thing in the known universe. Did the fool who had them even know what he was messing with?

Slowly but surely Raevyn worked his tethers out of the ground, and once free - he rested in the pose as if he was still being restrained. He needed to make sure the time was right before he took out the one who had held him captive for the last three cycles of the moon. The idiot and his minions had made an enemy of him when they treated him like an animal.

When he had awaked to find Simian beside him his anger had grown tenfold. If it was the last thing he ever did in this life he would see his cousin free – Simian was destined for a great many things – things he couldn’t do if he was caged.

He wondered if  Tondran would have put them so close together if he knew they didn’t need words to communicate.

Raevyn turned his face to the side until his gaze locked with Simian’s. “I will get you out of this I promise. I swear to you I will get you back to your mates before the next cycle of the moon.”

Simian shook his head slightly, “They will come for us, and our new found friend will lead then directly to us?”

“How do you know?”

“Because when he was here I could sense my mates on him. Wherever he has come from my mates are with him.” Simian sounded like he knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Do you know who he is?”

Simian smiled. “Don’t you?”

Confusion filled Raevyn’s brain. Yes the guy had somehow seemed familiar, but Raevyn couldn’t remember meeting him anywhere before. Why would his cousin think he would know a total stranger?

“Look inside yourself cousin and listen to what you find.”

Raevyn could tell by the tone in his head that Simian was laughing at him. What the hell was so damn funny? Why couldn’t he just come out and say what he knew? He hated not knowing what was going on in his own damn life.

Closing his eyes and concentrating it didn’t take long for the ghostly image to appear. There was no denying that the image was so beautiful it hurt to look at, maybe the ancestors sent it to him in his time of need. But why send him something and just rip it away from him again. He hated being one of the cursed; whoever said the pure lines where the sacred beings sure didn’t know what the hell they were talking about. Or, Tondran just didn’t care about it at all, but Raevyn was betting that Tondran didn’t even know who they were – or from whom they were descended. Because if he did, he would have secured them a hell of a lot better than this.

Bringing his thoughts back to the present he concentrated on the beautiful man’s image until it became clearer in his head; he took in the sharp blue eyes, his lips were a little fuller than most and looked softer his beautiful face was oval shaped, and his dark hair fell in waves around his shoulders. Raevyn saw the beads which had been intricately woven near his left temple – showing he was a being from the hawk shifters – so it meant this dark hair beauty was Earthen bound and not from the lands of the Gods.

If he was a real person than it meant Raevyn had a chance of finding him again. He had a chance of finding out just who he was? And why he felt like he should know him?

His heart lurched as he felt what his cousin meant – why would Simian feel the connection between them when he couldn’t?

“My mate – but how?” All his life he had known he would be alone, Varnuse would never have mated someone to one of the pure line. Except, Simian had two mates. Did that mean he also had another mate out there? His gaze locked on his cousin once more. “Should I be expecting another?”

Simian shook his head, “Only I have been gifted with two mates.” Bitterness seeped into his tone. “Two men to love me – Two men who cannot stand each other. You are lucky that Varnuse has given you only the one to hold your heart.”

“You will work it out.”

“I am not so sure.”

They fell silent as they heard feet approaching their gazes no longer focused on each other.

Em's Turn

These 2 songs have been stuck in head all weekend..

Jettermane # 5

‘Holy crap,’ Jettermane watched in fascinating horror as the one person he truly trusted on this ship collapsed after seeing the familiar young man on the screen – not that he believed he was actually on a ship somewhere out in the depths of space. Thinking like that would just find him locked up again in some institute. A crazy arsed sounding giggle fell from his lips and he couldn’t seem to stop it. The more he tried the harder he laughed. If you actually think about it, it is hilarious he was locked away from his family because he talked about vampires being real and now he was having very realistic delusions where the said vampires had now kidnapped him and had carted him off to outer space.

He pulled himself together enough to watch as Tangen gently picked up the doctor and carried him out of the room.

“Are you okay?” Blayze reached toward him.

Tears streamed down his face and he shook his head in the negative as he answered. “Yes.”

Jettermane drew back from Blayze - if this man, this stranger touched him he knew he was going to lose it completely. Everything he had ever known seemed to be a lie and he didn’t have a clue as to who he really was, or why he couldn’t remember especially when Blayze had no trouble remembering at all? What if this was just a trick by the institute and they were trying to get him to admit that he was still having dreams about vampires. He had been so good of late about keeping his thoughts to himself. He wanted out of this place. He wanted to get well and be released. If he gave into this now would it make him crazier than he already was? Would admitting to this keep him locked away for the rest of his natural life?

“Look at me Jettermane.”

Jettermane closed his eyes denying the request with a shake of his head. “My name is Jett. This isn’t real. You are all just a figment of my imagination. I need this to stop – I need you to leave me alone. I need to get well so I can go home.”

**~*~**

“You are going home.” Blayze said a little gruffer than he meant to. His heart broke as his Jettermane’s tear filled gaze met his.

“Why should I believe you? You tell me you are the king or the vampire equivalent of a king and yet when all this happened you ran. Why would you do that and leave your people to suffer without you? You say I am your Xerx. Your husband, and yet I don’t remember a damn thing about you. If what you say is true then why can’t I remember you? Why can’t I remember anything about these people? And if I am a vampire like you all say than why don’t I need to drink blood? Everyone knows vampires need blood to survive.” Jett demanded.

Blayze sighed, pulling a chair closer to the side of the bed he sat down and began to try and explain/answer some of his husband’s questions. He just hoped that by the time he had finished Jettermane would begin to see, to believe everything happening was real, and not just a dream.

“I will start with the blood thing first. On Ximenez we have three species of vampiric beings we have the Blood drinkers as you believe us all to be. They are what is known as the Thrashen – they are the most vicious of our brethren. They are given a bad reputation, but they are loyal as any among us. Our guards are mostly made of the Thrashen. Next we have the Hundan – who seek nourishment through the lust of others they do not partake in blood but through intimate contact they take what is needed. Lastly we have what we have what we are. We are the Kraviarn – we partake of another person’s essence and it is taken with a thought or a mere touch of fingertips. We are what is known among the brethren as the purest form in the vampiric nations. We are descended from the line of ancient kings and queens.”

Taking a deep breath he went on needing to get it all out. “As to why I ran as you put it. I was never meant to be left in the Earth Realm with you but when I deposited you to safety, or ship was attacked and I was left behind. I couldn’t get back to Ximenez, so I made it my life’s mission to protect you. Emilian showed up a few weeks ago telling me we had been compromised. He told me we needed to abort – before we could get you to safety the Clandyke Coven attacked. They injected both you and Emillian. I don’t think they recognised who you and I were, they came for Emilian, they have his mate and wanted to hurt Tangen more by taking his other mate away. You and I were taken as an afterthought because we were with him when they hit the institute.”

“What about us being husbands?” Jettermane’s voice trembled.

Blayze smiled, “You were truly the best thing that I was ever gifted with. Your family needed a way out of a situation – I helped them out and wound up with you as my husband. I have never regretted my decision, and if given the time over I would still have chosen to take you as husband – you were always destined to be my Xerx. No one else ever measured up. You were all I ever needed.”

“Can I ask what situation my family found themselves in that they found it necessary to give me away?” Hurt was clearly written on his face.

“Your father made a bad judgement call, and found himself indebted to the Hundan - they were seeking to have you enslaved in their feeding harem in payment. Your father came to me to intercede on your behalf as he didn’t want that life for you. The moment I laid eyes on you I knew you were my mate and that was the end of the Hundan claim. You became my Xerx the very same day.”

“Oh…” Blayze smiled as the look of confusion was overlaid by a light blush as Jettermane, his lover, his husband, finally started to realise just how important he was.

Wind Walkers # 6

The sound of silence is not always the best thing, and Crimson, even though was lying on the jungle floors knew this particular silence could only mean bad things – real bad things. It didn’t help that whatever had been on the dart before he had be hit was starting to take effect on his senses. As hard as he tried he could smell what was out there – he just knew something was out there. Something or someone was now sitting and watching them, waiting to see what they would do, or waiting for the ones who had been hit to bleed out.

Crimson couldn’t seem to make his eyes focus, and everything just felt wrong. He could hear the worried voices around him but had lost the ability to speak; to reassure them he was okay. He just felt numb, if this was death than it wasn’t so bad at all. The pain had completely left his body and he felt like he was floating above it all looking down at the scene on the ground where the other’s worked on his body.

A sound off in the distance caught his attention and he had the strong urge to follow it. Taking one last look at the scene on the ground below Crimson allowed himself to drift toward the sound calling to him. It seemed as though in a matter of minutes he was above a new scene. Tondran stood out among the many, yelling orders to move one of the prisoners. He drifted lower so he could hear and see more clearly what was going on. Something was screaming at him to take notice as what he was seeing was important.

Crimson's heart lurched as two men came into view. Both were extremely beautiful, even covered in the filth and muck as they were. He saw the chains that bit deep into their flesh as they were staked to the ground arms stretched out so they appeared to be reaching for each other in desperation. Something in Crimson told him this was done on purpose; whoever did this knew if these two men touched then all hell would break loose.

He knew what he had to do.

Crimson drifted down until he hovered on the ground between them. Even though he got the feeling he couldn’t be seen in this form both sets of eyes turned toward him with their unspoken request. Taking one of their hands in each of his own, closing his eyes he let the power flow through him. He felt the way the power met inside him and entwined, leaving a little piece behind before heading toward the other person a whispered ‘thank you’ could be heard as they passed through his image.

His eyes flew open and stared at the man on his left. Dark hair was matted with dirt and blood looked so out of place and Crimson knew he if it was clear of tangles it would fall in gentle curls around his face and shoulders. Beautiful golden eyes the colour of the kings ale stared back at him confusion was clearly written on his face. Plump lips swollen more so with being beaten than because they were naturally full mouthed the word ‘Who?’

Crimson knew he couldn’t answer. No words of his own would form. He smiled sadly at the stranger as he felt his own body calling him back. He shook his head as his fingers touched his own throat indicating he couldn’t talk.

And with the next breath he was gone.

**~*~**

“He’s coming around,” Vayne stated in relief. He couldn’t believe how good it was to see Crimson’s eyes open even if they weren’t fully focused. As annoying as Crimson’s constant chattering was he would have missed it if the man hadn’t pulled through. He didn’t even have to see the others to know they all felt exactly the same way.

“Don’t move, Crim.” Nico said. “Arron had to remove the dart, and clean away the poison.”

Arron shook his head. “I didn’t clean the poison. Something rippled through him and the poison leeched out of the wound. I have never seen anything like it before.”

“Simian.”

Vayne’s heart lurched at the sound of his mates name on Crimson’s lips. What was Crimson trying to say?

“What?” Arron asked.

“I saw,” Crimson closed his eyes his words coming out in short sentences. “I saw Simian staked to the ground with another. They were the same yet different. They are family, I think. I bridged the gap between them. I – I,” confusion and pain filled his eyes.

“What did you see?” Vayne heard himself ask.

“Tondran,” Crimson tried to push himself up as Arron and Dominic held him down and still. “I don’t know how I saw, but he is getting ready to move Simian. I was right they are headed toward the alter, but that isn’t their destination. He doesn’t know what he has but when I bridged the gap I set in motion things he isn’t prepared for. We need to rescue them as soon as we can.”

“Do you know where they will be and which way we will need to go?” Vayne asked.

“Yes, whatever passed through me is like a homing beacon. I think the closer I get to them the easier it will be. Somehow I know whatever it was that fought off the ones who did this to us, was a manifestation sent by the two men – they were saving you and Arron. Simian was saving both his mates.”

“Who is the other prisoner? The one who was with Simian.”

“His name is Raevyn Blue.”