Saturday, 28 February 2015

Sentinels Of Varnuse 2: Wind Walkers [7]

The sound of silence is not always the best thing and Crimson even though he was lying on the jungle floors knew this particular silence could only mean bad things—real bad things. It didn’t help that when Nico got hurt it sent Crimson’s own mind into overdrive. As hard as he tried he couldn’t smell what was out there—he knew something was out there—but for the life of him what it was eluded him. Something, or someone, was now sitting and watching. Maybe they were waiting to see what they would do next, or possibly they were waiting for those of them whod been hit to bleed out.

Crimson couldn’t seem to get his eyes to focus, and everything felt wrong. As he heard the worried voices around him he was still trying to work out what could have made the enemy who had attacked do so. Also as the drug seemed to knock Nico out, somehow their mind had linked. Crimson had not only lost the ability to speak and reassure Dominic he was okay. He was numb, if this was death than it wasn’t so bad at all. The pain of his nest mate being harmed had completely left his body, and he now floated above; looking down at the scene on the ground where the other’s worked on his brother’s body. He wasn’t even sure the other’s had even realised he was currently linked to Nico.

Somewhere off in the distance a sound caught his attention. The strong urge to follow it pulled him away from the here and now. Crimson looked back at his travelling companions as he drifted toward the sound calling to him. It seemed as though in a matter of minutes he was above a completely different setting. He quickly realised this was definitely not a place he wanted to linger. Below him, Tondran stood out among the many, yelling orders to move one of the prisoners. Crimson drifted lower knowing he needed to find out what the hell was going on. Something was screaming at him to take notice as if what he was seeing was important.

Crimson’s heart lurched as two bound men were dragged into view. Both were extremely dirty, yet even covered in filth as they were Crimson could see their underlying beauty. He saw the chains 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. Crimson sensed this was some sort of twisted game to Tondran.

As quickly as the realisation came to him Crimson knew what he had to do.

Drifting down until he hovered centimetres above the ground between them. Even though he’d come to the conclusion 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, he closed his eyes he let the power flow through him. He felt the way the power met inside him and entwined before heading toward the other person—a whispered ‘thank you’ could be heard as their essence passed through him.

Crimson’s eyes flew open and stared at the man on his left. Dark hair 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 king’s ale stared back at him. Confusion was clearly written on the man’s face. Plump lips swollen more so with being beaten than because they were naturally full, mouthed the word, ‘Who?’
No words of his own would form on his own lips—in this visage he was mute. He smiled sadly at the stranger as he felt his own body calling him back to where he lay in the clearing with his is brother, mate and travelling companions. He shook his head as his fingers touched his own throat indicating he couldn’t talk—he wanted to let the stranger know why he couldn’t answer.

And with the next breath he was gone.


“He’s coming around,” Dominic stated in relief. He couldn’t believe how good it was to see Crimson’s eyes open, even if they weren’t fully focused yet. As everyone had worked on the wounded no one even realised something was wrong with his mate—a tidal wave guilt washed over him. He didn’t have to see the others to know they all felt exactly the same way.

“Don’t move him, Dom.” Nico said. “It would be best to wait for his soul to reconnect with his body.”

Dom nodded letting Nico know he understood. “I wasn’t going to. I just needed to be touching him. I just—”

“Simian.” Crimson whispered before he had even opened his eyes.

Dom heard both Vayne and Arron gasp as the sound of their mate’s name fell from Crimson’s lips. What was Crimson trying to say?

“What?” Arron asked as both men moved closer.

“I saw,” Crimson closed his eyes as if he was trying to grab hold of a dream, his words coming out in short sentences. “I saw Simian staked to the ground near another man. 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 demanded and Dominic growled at the man’s tone of voice.

Crimson pushed himself up and spoke. “Tondran,” Dominic tried to hold him still, but his mate moved until he could look at them all. “I don’t know how I saw what I did, but he’s getting ready to move Simian again. I was right,”—he frowned at Vayne—“they’re headed towards the altar at Mount Varnuse’. I just don’t think that’s their final destination. I kind of got the feeling Tondran doesn’t even know who he has. When I bridged the gap I think I set in motion things he isn’t prepared for. We need to rescue Simian and his fellow prisoner as soon as we can.”

Vayne looked very frustrated as he asked in a less demanding voice than he had earlier. “Do you know where they’ll be, or which way we’ll need to go?”

“Yes, whatever passed through me is now like my own personal homing beacon. The closer I get to them, the easier it will be to follow. Somehow I know whatever it was that fought off the ones who attacked us, was a manifestation sent by the two men. They were sent here to save you and Arron. Simian was saving both his mates.”

Dominic spoke up before Vayne could ask any more questions. “Who’s the other prisoner? The one who was with Simian.”

“His name is Raevyn Blue. I think he’s our mate.”

Shock flashed through Dominic. One second he was holding his mate and the next darkness had claimed him.

Friday, 27 February 2015

Release Day ~ Running Into Zero Tolerance

When there’s nowhere left to run—prey you find Zero Tolerance to keep you safe.

While searching for his missing brother Linc O’Hare stumbles across his mate and willingly gets kidnapped to save a man whose name he doesn’t even know. Having his mate live a life of slavery is not on Linc’s to-do list, and he plans to rectify the situation.

Gideon Church knows no other life than the hell he’s been living. Escaping with Linc is the best day of his life—until he realises his whole life has been a lie. With the help of Linc and the inhabitants of Zero Tolerance will Gideon be able to separate the lies from the truth and figure out just who he really is.

Wednesday, 25 February 2015

Updates & John Marsden

Seriously I have been so fricken busy of late that I haven't even had time to scratch myself... I guess everyone associated with blogger has gotten the erotic nudity email from the company by now. My blog is probably not going to be effected by this at all seeing as I have little to no nudity on show.

In my down time I have been reading the young adult series...the Tomorrow series by John Marsden... I'm up to book 5 in the series and they have been bloody awesome... they are so worth the read so if you haven't already done so make the time to give them a goyou won't regret it.

Somewhere out there Ellie and her friends are hiding.

They're shocked, they're frightened, they're alone. Their world has changed, with the speed of a slamming door. They've got no weapons—except courage. They've got no help—except themselves. They've got nothing—except friendship. How strong can you be, when the world is full of people trying to kill you?

Hell is still the safest place on earth. When you've run out of choices, you've only got yourself. As war rages, as the enemy closes in, as Ellie and her friends fight for their lives, they are left with nothing. Nothing but courage, spirit and pride.

Live what you believe in... die fighting for it. The third day comes a frost... a killing frost. The enemy spreads across the land, cold and relentless. They invade. They destroy. They kill. Only the heroism of Ellie and her friends can stop them. When hot courage meets icy death, who will win through?

Nowhere to run; one place left to hide. You're running from bullets through the streets of your own town.  our life's on the line and no-one's there to help. What's happened? When did safety turn to fear, peace turn to war, happiness turn to panic? When did your normal day become a nightmare? Ellie and her friends struggle with the biggest questions life can offer

The world is in flames... You look behind—there's nothing but smoke. Ahead of you the future has just burst into flames. Your life is on fire. The world's an inferno. You're burning... with passion and fear, with love and rage. You're burning for revenge.

Hunting and being hunted. Sometimes life seems to offer nothing more than a chase to the death. The fight to survive has never been fiercer. But as they wage war, Ellie and her friends still find time for other things: friendship... loyalty... even Christmas. If only they can withstand another night.
Daylight couldn't be far away, and if they hadn't found me by then, it wouldn't take long once the sun came up. The drops of blood would be a dead give-away. Dead in every sense of the word. With a roar like a train in a tunnel, the war enters its final days. Ellie has to be on that train. There's no more sitting around, no more waiting. There's only fast decisions, fast action, fast thinking. And she'd better get it right. With all their being, Ellie and her friends want to stay alive. But there's a war out there. And it has to be won. The end is here...

"We were halfway up the spur when we heard it. Homer and Gavin and I, just the three of us... I'd say there were fifteen shots in the first volley, evenly spaced, lasting about twenty-five seconds... All the way down the spur I'd heard the scattered shots, getting closer as I got closer, and all the way down I tried to think of reasonable explanations for them, and I couldn't think of a single thing that made sense."

The town of Wirrawee is emerging from war, slowly, like a flower after a cold snap. Businesses are starting to reopen, the school has re-commenced classes, and local farmers are gradually repossessing their land. But it's not the same Australia as before the war. A new nation exists just a few miles away, a new border that separates Australia from its invaders. Or does it?

For Ellie Linton, being back on the farm with her parents is what makes the terrible things that happened during the war—the things she, Homer, Lee, Fi and the others had to do—all worthwhile. It's where she belongs.

But the war won't let her go. A devastating tragedy has shattered any hope she ever had to reclaim her life, or herself. It's a new kind of fight. And the enemy isn't always from the other side of the border.

"I held my line. I knew from the war, if not from shooting rabbits, that we were safe enough for the first moments. It is too impossible to hit a target like us from a helicopter that's rocking and rolling and trying to find its target. But maybe this guy had new equipment or maybe he was a brilliant shot or maybe he was just plain lucky. Bullet holes tore through the ute like a huge metal-punch was suddenly and roughly slamming a simultaneous line of them from our rear to our front."

Ellie has struggled to put the war behind her and lead a normal life. Although what's normal about your parents having been murdered; trying to run a farm and go to school; and bringing up a young boy who's hiding terrible secrets about his past?

"You jam on the brakes and stop the ute right at your front door. You jump out. Not for the first time you run into a house that could be full of guns, with death waiting for you. You don't even think of that until you're crossing the threshold... You already know what you're going to find. Underneath the fear and horror and panic there's a cold realisation that Gavin's body will be somewhere in the house. You can picture what those bullets will have done to his little body."

It is a time of profound change for Ellie Linton. Enemies are everywhere. Some come crawling over the hills; others drive in and knock on the front door. Sometimes her friends are there and sometimes they are not. Ellie fights every inch of the way. But when courage and imagination are not enough, when she is trapped and helpless, Ellie must face the end of life as she knows it... standing alone, sustained only by her own strength.

Monday, 23 February 2015

Cover Reveal!!!

Created by the amazing
Tracey Soxie Weston


Today I am...

I'm doing 1st edits on Storming Love: Floods ~ Adrian & Lockie... I need to send it back to the wonderful Kris J [MLR] today at some stage.

I'm also in the middle of Galley on The Diamond Rose 1: Gateway to Kalethia... I have to get that back to the amazing Kathy K [FP] today. 

I also have a beautiful cover for TDR1: GTK done by the talented Tracey Soxie Weston, and I'm now waiting permission to share it with you all.

I also have beta edits from James A on part of The Lines Of Marsden 3: You Make Me Die In Pieces [MLR]. They'll have to wait until tomorrow, but I will get them done as soon as possible.

Thursday, 19 February 2015

Cyclone Marcia & Other Things

Okay, the news at the moment is Cyclone Marcia is going to make landfall between Yepoon and Rockhampton in the early hours of tomorrow morning before making it's way toward where I live. It's looks like a long way from where my home is situated, but it's predicted Toowoomba will get between 100—200 ml of rain, which will probably mean I will more than likely be flooded in again... Not to worry I live in an area where the water can't reach (hopefully) but it does cut off road access. Good news is if it gets bad my hubs and son (who will at school tomorrow) will have somewhere to stay should we get a flood. Emily lives in Toowoomba, but Uni Village is in an area that shouldn't flood.

Other News:
  1.  I had the worst night sleep ever... I don't know whether it was because I had new story ideas flooding my mind while I was trying to sleep, or if I was just having weird-arse dreamsand believe me they were weird as hell. Mind you I did write notes down each and every time I woke up. Once I figure out what the hell my brain was trying to tell me I will share it with you all.
  2. I'm also very close to be able to show you  new cover art by Tracey Soxie Weston for The Diamond Rose 1: Gateway To Kalethia... and I want to warn you all it is absolutely beautiful.
  3. I've been chatting with Erica Pike and it looks like we will be getting ready t set up for the next Hop Against Homophobia & Transphobia—we'll be giving a shout out for the sign up soon... so keep watching both the HAHAT Blog and the HAHAT Community Facebook Page.
  4. The Lines Of Marsden 3: You Make Me Die In Pieces is still coming along... and that's all I'm going to say about that.
  5. I'm thinking of writing something M/F just to see if I can do it—This is what I'm thinking about calling the series Quade's Crossing and the first book will be called Meghan's Way. Mind you a couple of books in the series will be M/Mso basically wondering what readers think of a M/F and M/M mixed series?

Monday, 16 February 2015


Isn't it Pretty
Thank you, Lex Valentine

Em's Turn

4 songs 
for your enjoyment.

This is in my playlist right now

So is this one - great song.

Love Chris Jericho

and who doesn't love a bit of  CM Punk's theme song.

Sunday, 15 February 2015

Guest Blogger ~ Lisabet Sarai: DUOS [2]

M/f BDSM Erotica
Published February 6, 2015 by
Approximately 7,500 words

#bdsmerotica #spanking #bondage #submission

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D&S Duos Book 2 continues Lisabet Sarai's incendiary series with two more intense BDSM short stories. In "Never Too Late", a middle-aged wife and mother encounters the Master of whom she's secretly dreamed all her life. In "Just a Spanking", a dominant provides an answer to the question he's asked his long-time submissive: could you come from just a spanking? Also includes a spicy F/F BDSM excerpt from Lisabet's erotic thriller EXPOSURE.

Clean Excerpt
On the day the conference ends, we finally venture out into the world. I return to my own room for a shower and a change of clothes. We meet for breakfast in the coffee shop on the twenty-second floor, overlooking the harbor.

He orders Eggs Benedict. I can't handle more than coffee and toast. He's shy, most of his bravado gone. It's up to me to keep the conversation going.

"My flight is at noon. I'm booked on the nine-thirty shuttle van." I feel compelled to tell him this, to re-establish some kind of sobriety after days of intoxication. When I see his stricken expression, I wish I'd kept my mouth shut.

He pushes Hollandaise around on his plate. "Come home with me," he says finally. "Stay with me." His eyes are naked. A lump of lead settles in my chest.

"I can't. I have work, responsibilities. Another life."

"That life is over. You'll never be satisfied with it again. Not now that you know who you are. Now that you know me."

I have a sinking conviction that he's right. But I can't chuck everything and start over, can I?
"Your husband, your children – they'll be fine without you." As in the bedroom, he reads my mind. "Haven't you given them enough? How many years has it been? Twenty? Thirty?"

"Twenty seven."

"I know you love him," Mark says. "But for those twenty seven long years, while he's had you, I've been waiting for you." He leaned closer. "I need you. More than he does."

"No." I shake my head, picturing my husband alone. Eating alone. Sleeping alone. How could I do such a thing to him? Then I look at Mark, feel the power he's broadcasting. I fight the urge to slip under the table and kneel at his feet.

He grabs my hand so hard that pain shoots up my arm. "Picture what it will be like. You'll be mine, my slave, my darling. I'll take care of you. I'll give you everything you need. We barely know each other now, but you feel the connection, too. I know you do. Think how it will be, spending months together. Years. A new life. A new start. It's never too late."

Kiss Excerpt
He lounges in a chair by the window. The drapes are open. The lights of the Inner Harbor sparkle on the other side of the glass. The room is dim and I'm briefly grateful. Perhaps he will not notice my flaws.

"Good evening, Elizabeth." He doesn't rise. He makes me come to him. I stand before him, eyes cast down, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl. Sweat pools under my arms, spoiling my best silk blouse. Moisture gathers in my pussy.

"Um—I don't even know your name," I stutter.

"Yes, you do. Think."

I recreate my memory of him, from that fateful moment when I stepped into the lift and found it occupied. Tall, a bit overweight, but distinguished in his tailored charcoal suit. Black hair, dark eyes, brows that arched in appreciation as he surveyed me. I struggle to recall his badge. Even before he had spoken, I'd been flustered and aroused. Distracted. "Mark?" I say finally, a half guess.

"Good girl. You see, you know more about me than you think you do. You know you can trust me, don't you?"

"What?" Before I understand what's happening, he's looming over me, taking possession of my mouth, rolling my rigid nipples between his finger and thumb and kindling sparks. He tastes of the after-dinner mints they offer in the hotel coffee shop. His hands explore my body, weighing my breasts, groping my ass. Helpless, beyond rationality, I melt again.

"You know instinctively," he murmurs in my ear. "I'm the master you've dreamed of." He nips the tender flesh of the lobe hard enough to make me cry out. "I'm the one who will make you beg for mercy and scream with pleasure."

"No," I say. "I haven't. I can't. I'm married." My pro forma protests are weak, even to my own ears. He is already tearing the clothing from me. The first time his fingers graze my bare skin, electricity sizzles along the surface, down to my cunt. I moan, pressing against his still-clothed body. He chuckles and steps away.

"Turn around. Let me look at you. Especially at that fat ass." My face burns with embarrassment as I follow his instructions. It never occurs to me to object. I feel his eyes on the butt that I can't seem to shrink no matter how many hours I spend on the Stairmaster.

"Lovely," he says and I glow with pride. He is pleased. That's all I seem to need. He strokes my ample backside. When he moves away again, I nearly cry from the loss.

"I want you across my lap. I want to turn that pale flesh of yours a nice, rosy pink."

I obey. I can't believe that I'm doing it, but I stretch myself along his thighs. The fine wool of his slacks is distended at the groin. I rub my damp bush against the hard mass of his erection, the emotional pleasure almost trumping the physical. He wants me. That's all that really matters. 

Naughty Excerpt
It takes no more than sixty seconds. One dark look from him and I'm on my knees, his heavy, uncut cock brushing my lips. "Open," he says, and his silken voice wipes away every doubt and regret.

His cock is as silky as his voice but with a core of steel. He slides it into my suddenly eager mouth. I suck at the salty, slightly sour flesh, but only for an instant before he takes over.

He's very hard, very urgent. The hand tangled in my hair tells me he needs this as much as I apparently do. He drives his length down my throat. I take it all, like some porn star, desperate to please him. It hurts. The skin is soft but he uses his cock like a battering ram, determined to break down my walls.

They are down already. I stretch my jaws, crane my neck, and receive what he gives.
His cum erupts across my tongue. I choke and sputter, trying to swallow the bitter fluid. A few drops trickle down my chin onto my linen jacket. At that moment, I don't care. He strokes my curls back into some semblance of order and raises me to my feet. His eyes are black diamonds.

"I knew it," he says. Slow, thoughtful, he smears my lipstick even further with his thumb. I feel my lower lips gaping too, just as wet and swollen. "I could tell." My nipples peak under my jacket, screaming for his attention. He continues to gaze into my eyes. I can't hide.

The elevator dings. "My floor," he says, laughter rippling on the edge of his words for the first time. He takes my hand. A sharp rectangle of plastic cuts into my sweating palm. "Room 1263. Seven o'clock."

"But..." I begin. He silences me with a single look.

"It's your choice," he tells me. "But you know you want it. And I want you, Elizabeth. I want to make you mine. I've been watching you – the way you move your hips, the way you toss your hair. I know what you need. I can give it to you."

He steps out into the carpeted mezzanine and is lost in the crowd of suits.

About Lisabet
LISABET SARAI occasionally tackles other genres, but BDSM will always be her first love. Every one of her nine novels includes some element of power exchange, while her D/s short stories range from mildly kinky to intensely perverse.

Find Lisabet Here

Thursday, 12 February 2015

I've Got S0 Much To Do Today

I have a few updates on The Lines Of Marsden—the series as a whole, that is. 

Since I've started writing book 3: You Make Me Die In Pieces... I've seen the storyline for the series as a whole changing right before my very eyes. I've taken a time out from finishing writing it as I sat down and plotted out the rest of the 1st line... Books 3 through 6

I've also started plotting out the first book in the 2nd line. after talks with my editor on this series I just want to pre-warn people that the second line does not revolve around Michael & Doyle... or all the people we have become familiar with... The 2nd line revolves around the 2nd generation. Raphael, Michaela (Kayla), Stefan, Aidan, Vladimir, Varnoskulos (Varnos), Lhex, & Ohrin.

As much as I love writing Michael and Doyle, I also know that 18 books based around just the first line would be boring as hell. We'll still hear about them, and they'll make appearances, but as secondary characters only. Though weirdly, the story lines will still be linked in a huge way... we'll just be seeing a different aspect of the ongoing war.

Having said that as I write each new book my mind changes just a fraction. So by the time I get to write the 2nd and then 3rd lines the storyline will have changed completely. We all know I have a tendency to do that.

I'll keep you all updated on any major changes though. sometimes I like to put them out to you all so that you can give me your opinions... as your comments give my brain access to things/ideas that I can use.

On that note I will end off as I have to finish writing the chapter  I'm working on so I can send it off to my beta reader before he get's cranky at me for ginning around.

Update on covers: I'm still waiting for 4 of them so I can't wait to share them with you all...

Wednesday, 11 February 2015

No Sleep—So Rambling About My Life

Why is it when your settling in to sleep your brain decides to kick into gear and all these new thoughts come crashing into your mind for a spontaneous party. Last night every time I closed my eyes I had  new titles, new story ideas, new characters, and maybe just a verse or 500 of Good Charlotte's: The Anthem. Why? I have no idea.

So today I'm mega tired and I have so much to do that I'm not sure where to start... It's been raining here yesterday in just over 3 hours we got 15 ml and one very soaked cat (as Toby did a runner while Ethan was trying to put them into their cages for the night—it's laws herein my neck of the world is that they need to be locked up for the night so they can't attack the wildlife—mind you, my cats are too lazy to chase the wildlife—the wildlife on the other hand has no qualms about taking a bit out of my cats, which results in vet bills—hence the reason I keep them contained at night.)

It's been weird with Em having moved out and Steve away. Ethan, Nan & I are experiencing food that doesn't revolve around meet and mashed potatoes... we are loving vegetarian meals. But all that ends when the hubs comes home on Sunday—Though we've decided we can use the veg meals as side dishes to the hubs steak.

Though yesterday, I finally found my missing keys. They were my work keys, which gained me entry to all our construction sheds, as well as the house sheds, and Em's car... I've only been looking at them for a week. Luckily for me when Em left work to go to uni she kept her keys—I must remember to give them back the next time I see her.

Tuesday, 10 February 2015

Guest Blogger: Lex Valentine ~ Flying In The Face Of Convention

Premiere: A Romance Writers of America® Collection (Romance Writers of Americ Presents #1)

From Romance Writers of America® comes a never-before-published collection of tales that showcases the breadth and complexity of the world's most popular genre of fiction!

New York Times bestselling authors Cindy Gerard and Allison Brennan bring the thrills in their tales of romantic suspense.

New York Times bestselling authors Sabrina Jeffries and Courtney Milan take you on a trip back in time with lush stories of historical romance.

New York Times bestselling authors Vicki Lewis Thompson and Joan Johnston show the wonder of contemporary romance, while New York Times bestselling authors Monica Murphy and Laura Kaye's New Adult romances delve into the evolving Millennial perspective.

And editor and #1 New York Times bestselling author Sylvia Day's tale of angels and sizzling desire takes readers to the edge with paranormal romance.

From the first love of Young Adult romance to tales of second chances, LGBT romance to the realms of the supernatural, contemporary to historical, suspense to inspirational, the genre of romance has a story for every reader and this blockbuster inaugural collection from Romance Writers of America showcases it all!

Plus tales from: Lila Bell, T. L Costa, Diane Kelly, Amber Lin, Katy Regnery, Erica Ridley, Regina Scott, Harper St. George, Lex Valentine.

Blurb for Flying in the Face of Convention (by Lex Valentine):

Trey Beaumont is cautious, conservative and conventional. As a gay FBI agent, he can't afford to be anything else. That is, until the day the mailman puts a wedding invitation into the wrong mailbox. When Trey finds two wedding invitations in his mail, one addressed to him and the other to his new neighbor, his cautious demeanor is tested. The new neighbor is none other than the man Trey crushed on in college.

Taking the invitation over to Jordan Smithson's condo leads to dinner and the discovery that he and Jordan share a lot more than he ever imagined. Not only is Jordan in law enforcement too as an officer with the Seattle SWAT team, he's also gay. The final shocking discovery is that Jordan had a crush on Trey in college. With their attraction to each other out in the open and sizzling hot even after six years, Jordan asks Trey to step out from behind the conservative front he shows the world and take a chance on them. It's up to Trey to make a leap of faith, accept his attraction to a man he hasn't seen in six years, and fly in the face of convention. If he can, all his dreams could come true.


Monday, 9 February 2015

Call Me Forgetful Jones...

Have you ever forgotten that you set up a site elsewhere until someone points it out to you?

Well, that's the case with me... I totally forgot that I a wordpress account... that I set up as only My Books and all information about them.

There will be less rambling and more accurate information. Mind you I have a bit of catching up to do—so feel free to stop by and take a look-see.

Sunday, 8 February 2015

Weekends, Children, & Other Things

Why is as soon as the weekend hits the kids are demanding attention. 14 & 25 they're all the same. This weekend I had so much to do while Steve's away, but instead I've been spending time with Emily and Ethan... With Emily it was shopping and talking music and books... with Ethan it was watching movies (Batman moviesthe ones with Christian Bale). And that was just Saturday—I still have Sunday to go.

Right now I'm relaxing and watching the country music channel on Foxtel. If anything you can listen to some great story ideas... every now and again a sentence jumps out at me and screams "Write me down before you dumb arse forgets."—seems my subconscious knows me well.

On a writing note--I think we are getting close to two new cover reveals. for Experimentals 2: Running Into Zero Tolerance [Lex Valentine MLR]—&The Diamond Rose 1: Gateways To Kalethia [Tracey Soxie Weston FP].

Dang it, the kids are up so my peace and quiet has just been shot to hell... I knew it was too good to last—Okay, I'm outa here—I'll talk to you all again tomorrow when I have time to myself again.

Saturday, 7 February 2015

Sentinels Of Varnuse 2: Wind Walkers [6]

Dominic was given the position as the rear guard as they marched. The forest they’d been making their way through was steadily becoming thicker and harder to navigate. Everyone was covered in scratches from their surroundings. The denseness was becoming suffocating, and worse yet, was the fact he could feel they were no longer alone. Somewhere along the lines they had picked up a tail. He was still deciding whether or not to alert the others when Arron stopped and slowly turned in a circle, scanning their surroundings ‘down’ was the only warning given.

Dropping to the ground Dominic covered Crimson’s body with his own as a shower of arrows passed over them. Leaves and bark rained down upon them as they lay there waiting to see what was going to happen next.

“I told you this jungle was trying to kill us—now do you believe me?” Crimson growled, “If we had just taken the route I had said and gone the right way; none of this would be happening. But did anyone listen to me? Noooo. The almighty Vayne and Arron knew better. HA! What a crock of shit.”

Grunting in pain Dominic didn’t even need to look to know that he had an arrow imbedded in his leg. The back of his right thigh to be precise. He could feel the blood beginning to soak into his trousers as it ran down his inner thigh.

“Somebody make them stop.” Dominic heard Nico yelp in pain.

“Nico?” Crimson reached out a hand in his brother’s direction.

“I think I’m dead, Crim.” Nico whined and Dominic couldn’t stop the chuckle from escaping.

Crimson began squirming underneath him, trying to get to his brother. “Nico?”

“Stay still,” Dominic hissed, “remember whoever’s shooting at us is still out there. Don’t make yourself a more obvious target.”

Again his mate wriggled around beneath him. “Nico’s hurt, he needs me.”

“How hurt are you?” Dominic asked Nico. His pain intensified as the constant movement of Crimson trying to free himself made the arrows embedded in his leg bit deep. “Crim, you need to stay still, I’ve been hit.”

They moment the words left his lips Dominic felt as his mate stilled beneath him. His breath came out in pants as he waited for the pain to subside. He willed his body to relax as he listened to his friends.

“I have something in my back.” Nico said softly, by the sound of the tremble in his voice Dominic thought it was serious.

“I have him,” Arron said quietly. “He has been hit just below his right shoulder blade. It isn’t too deep but I have no clue about the inner workings of a hawk shifter. Vayne on the other hand,” Arron seemed to spit the name out in annoyance. Has somehow managed to catch his head on a protruding root and has knocked himself out.”

Dominic grimaced in pain, “I have two arrows in my right thigh. Both are buried deep—one’s gone all the way through and is coming through the front of my thigh.”

“I’m okay,” Crimson whispered from below him.

Pushing himself up on his arms Dominic made enough room for Crimson to slide himself from beneath him. It crossed his mind that whoever had attacked them was still out there watching. Were they getting a kick out of seeing three of them wounded?

“Dom, there not arrows.” Crimson whispered. “They look more like long darts.”

What the fuck! “Pull them out, I need you to pull them out, baby.”

Crimson’s hands froze on his thigh. “What if I cause you more damage? They have little barbs that I think will catch into you if I try and yank them out.”

“Fuck!” gritting his teeth he said the one thing he really didn’t want to happen. “Crim, you will have to push them through my thigh, and then pull them out from the front.”


Arron’s hand touched down on Crimson’s shoulder, he’d been arguing with himself as to whether he would hurt Dominic more. He wasn’t sure what to do. “I’ll do it. You go and sit beside Nico. Just close your eyes and I’ll tell you when you can open them.”

“Okay,” Crimson felt relieved that he wouldn’t be the one to cause Dominic pain. He was much better at helping his mate heal.

Reaching out and running his fingers through his brother’s hair he spoke. “Hey Nico, I’m here now.”

His heart just about stopped as his brother’s pain filled eyes turned in his direction until their gazes locked.

“Don’t let them push this thing through me. I need you to get them to cut it out of me.”

“Shh Nico, don’t you worry about it yours is different to Dom’s.”

Nico’s eyes widened. “How?”

Crimson blinked furiously to stop his eyes from burning. “Well, Dom’s goes deep into his thigh and yours runs more under the surface of the skin.” He flinched as Dominic cried out in pain.

“One down and one to go,” Arron said matter of factly.

Crimson couldn’t see because he had purposely kept his back to his mate. Did that make him a coward—probably? A groan to his right told him Vayne was starting to wake up.

“What happened?” Vayne asked as he sat up. “What the hell’s going on?”

Crimson didn’t have time to answer as the sounds of a fight ensued in the jungle surrounding them. There were curses and cries of pain as metal clashed against metal. Gripping his brother’s hand tightly he tried to tune it all out he didn’t want to know if there was anything out there that was worse than the people who had already attacked them.

He whispered words of nonsense to Nico as Vayne, Arron and Dominic all stilled, listening to the raging battle. Then as suddenly as it had begun—it was over—until only silence remained.

What the hell was happening? What more could be out there and possibly wanting to hurt them? Or was the new attacker friendly? So many questions and no one showing themselves to give the answers needed.