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When opposites attract the result can be life changing.

Graham Davenport is trying to better his life. His whole world crashes the day he’s told Damon's missing, and he’s the main suspect—could life get any worse?

Damon Malone was kidnapped, he has no clue why, and his captor isn’t talking. Beaten and bruised he waits to be rescued—fearing he might die.

Working together with detectives, Graham realises there’s more to the story than a simple kidnapping. Will they find the answers in time or will everything be too late? Graham changes his whole life to help Damon fight his demons—in the process will he conquer his own?

Things To Ponder...

Why is it - Just when you finally think you have everything under control you realise how mistaken you are?

Why is it - When you have your new writing schedule written up something comes along to screw it up? I should add that it was totally my fault because  I forgot something I was meant to do.

Why is it - When you have so many books to catch up on for series you are writing new story ideas seem to be screaming to be heard?

Why is it - Winter seems to keep coming back just to annoy the hell out of me? I swear my fingers feel like icicles today.

Why is it - When you desperately need that sip of coffee you find your cup is empty?

Chilly Weather & Writing Thoughts

It would seem that winter has decided to make another reappearance in my little piece of the world. Not that I'm complaining as I love the cooler weather. But, it turns my cats into great big sooks who need the heater in the office turned on and their chairs pushed up as close as can be... Droogie and Toby think they own the place.

I've had to change my writing schedule I now write from 8 am until 3pm... to fit in with the school timetable. Weekends are now solely family time (though, I've been doing that one for the last couple of months).

I'm still deciding what's to come next in my writing world. I'm actually waiting to see if a planned anthology with MLRPress goes ahead... if so than that will jump to the head of the line.

Mind you right now I need to finish:

1) The Diamond Rose 1: Undiscovered Hearts.

2) The Gaean Prophecies 1: Admetus Gaea.

3) ??? (no clue).

I'm Back...

Even though I have only been absent for four days it seems like a life time ago that I was last here. But I'm finally back on track... I think. We'll find out in a few days whether I am or not...LOL.

What have I been up to? Well I spent the weekend getting Ethan settled in. Then Monday and Tuesday I was running around getting Ethan enrolled in high school and a new sim card so he can get in contact with his mum - only certain phone companies work where we live as we live in a bit of a dead spot.

Now I'm finally back in front of the computer, and I'll hopefully get some writing done. I'm not sure what I'm going to be working on just yet so I'll sort that out today.  I have a few ideas rattling around inside my head... some new -- some old... Though to be honest I'd prefer to wok on something that just needs finishing. Whenever I start on something new it takes me away from something I need to get done and subbed. And we all know what I'm like when I get sidetracked... so not good!

SENTINELS OF VARNUSE 1: When The Walls Come Tumbling Down #20

#20.

Quinlan crawled over the ground until he was lying on his stomach beside Fane and Talon. As they surveyed the large town that lay at the bottom of the hill he spoke as he nudged Talon’s shoulder.

“Have you seen anything yet?” He asked.

Fane raised his head and looked across Talon’s back and shook his head. “Not yet, but I feel we are close.

Quinlan shivered. “I think Brayden is being held here.”

“Does it feel as though your bonded heartbeats becoming more distinct… like they’re synchronising.” When Quinlan nodded Fane continued. “I’ve been feeling it too. I think our heartbeats are leading us to the other parts of us—the missing parts. I think yours will lead you to my son, and mine will lead me to his father’s grave.”

The weird thing was Quinlan didn’t agree, so he said. “I still hold out hope that King Thayer is still alive.”

“Then you’re a better man than I,” Fane shook his head.

“If he’s here we’ll find him, and we’ll bring him home—even if it’s just his body. The king should be laid to rest in the castle’s royal ground, and not out here in the middle of nowhere.” Quinlan stated. “But I still think maybe there’s a chance he’s alive. Never give up hope.”

A harsh laugh filled the air around them. “Hope left me ten years ago when I found my son lying in a bloody and mangled mess beside the body of my sister. That’s the day I stopped believing.”

“Well looky-looky,” Talon handed the spy glass to Quinlan, “Tell me if you see anyone familiar down there.”

Quinlan lifted the glass to his eye and hissed as a man came into focus. “Ormand! So the bastard did have something to do with Brayden’s disappearance. I just knew he was in it up to his neck.”

“He has a lot to answer for that’s for sure.” Talon held up his finger against his mouth, “Someone comes,” he whispered.

They all listened to the sound of the Nightjar call and relief flooded the. “Come Ingrid.” Quinlan smiled. “I see you found us.”

Ingrid snorted, “You didn’t cover you tracks really well even a blind man could’ve followed you lot.” She sat on her haunches, her leather breeches pulling tight across her thighs. “I’ve already scouted the town. Ormand’s here,” She shook her head, “he’s not the threat we’ll be up against though. There’s this guy and he’s so familiar to me. The problem is I just can’t place him. My gut is telling me he’s evil, and power hungry.”

“Have you seen or heard anything about Brayden?” Quinlan asked.

Ingrid dropped her head and stared at the ground in silence for a moment. “I never saw him. But he’s here. They’re keeping him alive because they want the child he carries. I heard two guards laughing about how the child would be the key to ruling Panthea.”

“What?” Quinlan asked.

“If they have Brayden and the child—your child, then they have a means of controlling you.” Talon said matter of factly.

“They want to rule Panthea? I thought this was just a sect who wanted to wipe out the old ones?” Quinlan couldn’t help but think this was getting more confusing by the minute.

Ingrid pulled at the grass in front of her. “That was their original plan. Apparently, they have a new plan now. We have another problem. Not only do these arseholes have Brayden, but they have King Thayer as well.”

“Thayer!” Fane gasped.

“So the king is alive,” Quinlan smiled, “then it looks like we really do have to rescue two people.” Turning to the shocked Fane he added. “I told you to never give up hope.”

“That’s not going to be easy. From what I heard while scouting King Thayer has been scheduled for execution for crimes against humanity.”

Fane paled. “When?”

“Tomorrow morning. He’s sentenced to be dismembered and burnt. They’re not taking any chances of him surviving this. Nor do they want his beast to break free.”

“Why would they kill him?” Quinlan asked. This wasn’t making any sense if they wanted offspring of the ancient ones then why not breed the king?

“Since being held here he’s always stood up to them. They don’t need him now they have Brayden and the child. He’s scheduled to die at dawn.”

With a nod Quinlan stated. “So we rescue him tonight.”

“We can’t go in swords a swinging. The first sign we’re here, and they’ll kill them all. We go in with just a few of us. Leave the rest here. Cleric Saskia and Milo can take charge. Unless you want to stay behind and keep the guards in check?”

“Not likely,” Quinlan snorted, “that’s my husband in there. I’m going.”

Ingrid smiled and bumped shoulders with Quinlan as the stood. They both knew he’d refuse being left behind. Yet he also knew as his bodyguard she had to ask. Now he knew why Ingrid had insisted Cleric Saskia needed to come along with them. She knew they’d need someone they trusted to look after things.

“Gear up…” Quinlan grinned evilly, “We have a king and his son to rescue.”

**~*~**

Brayden scrambled across the room as his father’s battered body was thrown unceremoniously onto the ground within their cell. “Say your goodbyes. This is the last time you will get the chance to speak to him again.” Callous laughter followed two of the guards from the room.

“Father?” Brayden sobbed as he brushed his father’s matted hair off of his face. “What have they done to you?”

“Make your peace with him son, he’s scheduled for death with the coming of the dawn.”

Brayden looked up and saw such sadness in the eyes of the guard who still stood before him. This guard he’d only seen a couple of times, he was always as friendly as he could be without getting reprimanded. Brayden often thought the guard didn’t belong here. “What is your name guard?”

“Josep, my name is Josep MacLean.” He said as he straightened up.

Brayden smiled sadly. “When my husband comes for me, I will remember your kindness, Josep MacLean.”

Josep nodded, “For your sake I hope he hurries. Tondran’s started saying someone might have to be mated to you for this to work. He’s chosen himself to be your new mate.”

“No!” Brayden cried out. “I’m already mated. I don’t want anyone else.”

“In his eyes that little fact can be rectified by killing your current husband. Once the bond’s severed, then you’ll be his for the taking.”

Brayden’s father groaned in pain. He must have been listening to the conversation. “Once the bond is severed there is no more,” he whispered, “kill one—and they both die.”

“Thank the Gods for that.” Brayden wept as he pulled his father into his arms. He was glad for that news, because there was no way in hell he’d want to live in a world without Quinlan.

Looking Back & Moving Forward

I had a goal at the beginning of 2014 that was to have 10 books released/subbed... I realised yesterday how close I am to that goal... Counting the other Silver Publishing release The Gaean Prophecies 1: Admetus Gaea which I'm still trying to get rehoused at Wayward Ink Press I'm up to number 8 so I think I'll well and truly reach my goal for this year.

Things happen for a reason... so much has happened this year that has kept me away from the computer and from my writing...funerals, getting ill, and gaining new family members... Sometimes I just wish I had a heads up on what was coming my way.

But back to my writing... I received from Totally Bound some review copies of the new and improved The Connelly Chronicles 1: Family Connections in both epub and pdf... now I just have to send them out into the great wide world for others to see... Wish me luck and happy reviews.

For this next week... I'll be busy getting Ethan enrolled into school and settled into our house. I've been making a list of all the things I still need to do... like organising uniforms, buying books and school supplies etc.

I'm hoping the last 5 months of this year... will be just as productive for me. I'm also hoping that I complete NaNoWriMo this year without something happening. I'm Still not Sure what I'm going to write yet, but I think t might be split between two story lines so that I can get two more of my novella's out of the way. I guess we'll have to wait until November and see what falls out of my head.