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Today I've sent off the manuscript Adrian & Lockie to Kris J at MLRPress. So that is one of my three end of year projects out of the way.

I didn't work on Experimentals 2: Running Into Zero Tolerance to finish the last 10K needed for NaNoWriMo.  I will hopefully be sending this to Christie N at MLRPress by the last week of November.

Instead I took the time out to write up synopsis for books 3-6 in The Lines Of Marsden. I'm determined to get Book 3: You Make Me Die In Pieces finished by December 31st 2014. Then again I send this to Christie N of MLRPress (I think she may be sick of me by then--LOL). 

So now you all know my plans for the rest of the year... and just so you know I am ahead of the writing schedule I wrote myself up...lets hope I stick to it for the next 54 days.

SENTINELS OF VARNUSE 1: When The Walls Come Tumbling Down #25

#25.

Tondran hated the fact his two prisoners had been spirited away from right under his nose. Which could only mean one thing. There was a traitor among the people who were meant to be loyal to him. This was not how he planned for things to go. He was determined to find out just who had helped the abominations escape, and once he found them he was going to make them pay—slowly.

“Father, does it even really matter if they are gone? They were never part of the plan anyway.” Ormand asked.

Tondran stared at the stupidity that was his son. “If he we want to control them all, we need to control each and every faction. If we let them escape it will give them all a hope that it may be possible for them t0 win. I don’t want that to happen. They will bow down before me as they were always meant to do. In the end the whole of Panthea will.”

“But why?” Ormand complained, “Can’t you just go to the High City and storm the castle or something. It’s not like they can win against us. Our might is to powerful.”

Tondran back-handed his son across the face, causing Ormand to cry out in surprise and pain. “We’ll take the castle when the time is right. Before I take my seat on the throne as high king I want to rule all the factions of the old ones. They’ll make me strong enough so that no one would ever think about coming up against me.”

“Yes, Father. I see your wisdom now.” Ormand wiped at the blood that trickled down his chin from his split lip.

“If you had done as commanded we’d already be in control of one faction, but you failed me in your duty.”

“Fane kept him away from me. How was I supposed to mate him if I couldn’t get near him?” Ormand demanded and stepped back as Tondran took a step closer.

“You should have found a way.”

“Even when I did get near him all he talked about was Quinlan. He never thought about being with anyone else—ever!”

“You should have forced your will onto him. His wants are of little consequence to mine.” Shaking his head Tondran once more took a menacing step towards his son. “That little cat and the Kitt it carries will be mine, or they’ll both be dead.”

“Yes, Father.”

Tondran shoved his son away from him. “Now get the hell out of my sight. Go and do something useful like tracking down the traitor who helped those two to escape.”

Ormand nodded once and hastily left the room. His son knew better than to stay when Tondran was angry at him. Tondran smiled, he liked how he could easily make his son cower before him. When it was finally his turn to rule, he would have the whole world cowering before him. Fear was the best form of loyalty that he knew.

**~*~**

Vayne had stopped outside of the meeting chamber when he heard Tondran and Ormand talking. So they knew about the other factions of old ones. This was not a good thing. He needed to warn Josep and Lucas, they’d have to get the Kings and Brayden to safety before either Tondran or Ormand discovered where they were hiding.

As he walked through the compound he gave word to all members the children of Varnuse to get ready as they were going to be leaving. Vayne didn’t want anyone to be left behind. Once before in his life that had happened and he had sworn it would never happen again. He knew in his heart that one day he would find Simian again, and when he did they would never be parted. He had to stay happy knowing that in the three years since they’d been apart Simian was still alive, because if he wasn’t then Vayne would have died right along with him. That alone gave him the courage to go on.

Vayne sensed he was being followed as he entered the compounds tavern. Ormand wasn’t the brightest being in existence, and Vayne knew it wouldn’t take long for Ormand to come to him. For some strange reason every time they were in the same room Ormand tried to seduce him. He never failed to try, even after never once having succeeded. Vayne wondered how long it would be before he gave up this time.

“Hello, Vayne,” Ormand slid onto the stool beside him.

“Ormand,” Vayne nodded in his direction. “Is there something I can do for you?”

Ormand chuckled, his hand sliding over to rest on Vayne’s thigh. “There’s something we can do for each other, if you know what I mean.”

Vayne gritted his teeth as he gently but firmly removed Ormand’s hand. “No, I don’t think that’s going to happen.” He gestured between them both, “Us… we aren’t doing anything together. You’re so not my type.”

“Pray tell, what is your type?” Ormand hissed.

Vayne shrugged, “Whatever my type is, you can be certain that it isn’t you.”

Ormand stood up and almost unbalanced his seat. “One of these days you will give me what I want.”

“Not going to happen. Go find someone else who’s willing to play, because it will never be me.”

Ormand looked at him coldly. “I know your secrets, Vayne. I know what it is, or rather who it is that you seek. And I can tell you now that you will never find it.”

Vayne reached out and grabbed hold of Ormand’s hand and squeezed roughly, speaking low he said. “If I find out you had anything at all to do with his disappearance then I will make you pay. I’ll cause you a hurt so bad you will beg me for deaths release.”

Ormand winced as Vayne squeezed his hand harder. “You’ll never find Simian. I have made sure of that.”

“Then you’ve signed your own death warrant. I’ll kill you. Maybe not today, but from now on you better sleep with one eye open.”

Ormand laughed, “My father would never allow you to kill me.”

“Your father,” Vayne ground out, “has already given me the go ahead to end your life if you fail him again. Who do you think he likes more… his snivelling excuse for a son, or the second in command of his warriors? I believe you need to think long and hard before you try seducing me again.”

Ormand turned and fled the tavern. Vayne sipped his drink as he thought about just what he was going to do with Ormand, because he knew that Ormand was going to pay but first he needed to find out what he knew about Simian.

Draining his cup, Vayne stood up, he still needed to get word to Josep about what he’d overheard. He also needed to let his friend know he wouldn’t be going with them—Vayne had a lost mate to find.

I Was Nominated... Yay Me!

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amid so much wonderful talent.

Today... Yeah, That's All I Got

I'm still mega tired, but I did get at least 6 hours sleep last night. My brain doesn't seem to be in the mood to shut down. I just hope my writing isn't utter crap -- I've done so much of it over the last couple of days that I'd hate to have to go back and re write it all.

I'm setting up my writing schedule for 2015. I'm taking the advice of family to not start any new series & singles stories (unless asked to participate in an anthology). I'm going to be concentrate on completing some of the series I'm already working on. I'm planning on 12 completed stories in 2015. Anything over that will be a bonus for me.

Next year I've decided to not over work my brain. All I know for sure is that in January I will be working on The Connelly Chronicles 2: Beautiful Goodbyes for Totally Bound Publishing.

No Sleep ~ Insomnia

So I must admit I've had like about an hours sleep last night I had insomnia brought on by my fricken scars being so painful and keeping me awake.

Did I let it get me down? No. Instead of bitching and complaining I decided to work on NaNoWriMo all night and I have made it to 27K... I have 3K left to write on Adrian & Lockie before I can start on Running Into Zero Tolerance... Just hope it all makes sense - LOL.

I've done 2nd edits on Heart-mate, Mine! and I think it has gone off to line edits now at Fireborn Publishing.

In other news we are all happy, healthy, and doing okay in my little part of Queensland; Australia. Why is it so hard to get the kids up in the morning? At 13 & 24 I would think they'd be easier but it would seem neither wants to go to high school/university. But I've been up for hours so what would I know... LOL