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Last night, I wrote A LOT in my work in progress. So far this year, I’ve written 6 chapters. At round 2000 words each chapter, usually more, that’s about 12000 words. I wrote a sentence last night that I whole heartedly believe in. Therefore, rather that look up a word and find a passage, I’m just sharing the passage. See if you can figure out what sentence I like the most.

From (working title) Mayoria:

He gave his mother a wide-eyed stare. “Why did that happen to you?”

She did not break his gaze. “For the same reason Amanda became addicted to your blood: because sex with your father was better after I had his blood.”

It was almost impossible for vampires to blush, but Robert felt as if his face were growing warm and red. “Oh.”

“This is actually quite common with a full-blooded vampire and a non-full blood vampire. No one really talks about it as it is usually to help with sex. Parents don’t want to talk about it to their children, though we should.”

Robert looked away and allowed his thoughts to run away from him. He wasn’t too keen on knowing about his parents exploits, but he had to admit, if he had known what could happen, he would not have done what he did. Still, “It would have been better to understand this could happen, but ignorance does not free me of consequences.”

“Then why did you run away to work?”

He ducked his head and shook it. “I was not prepared to face her. What if she hates me for my actions?”

“Then she hates you. But Marla and Mindy did not need to be left alone in these circumstances.”

He looked up sharply at his mother. “Why does Marla know?”

Isabella gave him a quizzical look. “You didn’t tell her?”

“I told Mindy and only because she figured out something was wrong.”

She stared at her son dispassionately. “Oh? I would say you made a series of mistakes with this, Robert. You better hope those women forgive you for being such a dolt.”

From Protector of the Grey House:

“I’m angry and riled up. I want release.” The fires of her furious passion burned beneath the surface of her calm exterior. Heat radiated from her skin and the scent of her blood invaded Vincent’s nostrils. He ground his teeth, closed his eyes, and dipped his head down to her neck. He growled softly near her jugular. His hunger grew as she whimpered and dug her fingernails into his arms.

“Go upstairs. I’ll be up shortly, and you can release your anger on me.” He still spoke quietly, and tried to control his own cravings.

From Protector of the Grey House:

The bed shifted slightly, and Lorraine came into his view. “Good evening. Feeling better?”

He gave a pleased growl and reached up to take her in his arms.

“Really?” She pulled away. “You call, demand my assistance, take advantage of me in more ways than one and offer no explanation?”

His arms fell to his side. “Haven’t I?”

“No, you haven’t. Once you were on your way, I received a call from Joseph. He said you needed release. Care to inform me as to what happened?”

He growled low, but decided to sum up the issues with one sentence. “Sometimes a human lover is not enough.”

She hid her smile badly. “Really? Could have fooled me.”

I should have cover artwork update by the end of the month. Fingers crossed!

From Protector of the Grey House:

Joseph stood over the weeping child, as hatred grew inside him. He had learned something useful about vampire blood tonight, but at what cost? What would it take to separate Natalia from Vincent’s hold? He could try his own blood but didn’t want the strong woman under his control. He reached down to pick her up off the floor. There had to be a way to break Vincent’s hold. He tried to stand her on her feet, but she wouldn’t have it. Annoyed, he slung her over his shoulder, dismissed the wolves with a wave and walked out of the room toward the library.

He didn’t know where else to take her. All the bedrooms, although currently empty, belonged to someone. Even the guest bedrooms were being used. He couldn’t place her in her bedroom, as Vincent might smell her. Joseph was pretty sure Mierka, and Vincent had ended up in the tower room and wanted to keep Natalia far away from there. His only other options were the library or the room he shared with Mierka. Under other circumstances, he wouldn’t hesitate to take Natalia to his bed, but now was not the time for that. If he were to sleep with her, he wanted the woman, not the brainless child that sat and pouted angrily at him.

From Protector of the Grey House:

Vincent went back down to the kitchen where he knew there would be humans. He made sure to take enough blood to stay awake long enough to do as he pleased to his lovely Natalia. Done, he returned to Natalia, who he found leaning over the bathroom sink. She stared at herself angrily in the mirror. He came up behind her, caressed her arms as he wrapped himself around her and brought her to a standing position. He leaned in and kissed her neck softly.

Natalia tried to pull away, but he had her trapped. “Vincent, this isn’t… I’m not…” She shook her head, as she tried to find the words. “This isn’t right.”

“What? My wanting to make love to you in the wake of a battle? One passion replaces another. Why is that wrong? Because someone died? We will mourn him in three days’ time, Natalia. Tonight, I worship you.”

From Protector of the Grey House:

When Natalia drank his blood one week later, Vincent couldn’t tell if he had her under his control or not. She was generally willing to try anything he suggested; this time was no different. Or so he thought. Half an hour after giving her his blood he pulled away frustrated, seething with annoyance. He was downstairs in the security room confronting Joseph in seconds.

“Break my hold on her.” His annoyance showed in his voice. Joseph was not worried; Vincent was annoyed with the situation.

“You wish me to break your control on your woman? And why would that be?” Joseph smiled and watched as Vincent’s hands formed into fists.

“I want a willing, experienced woman with a mind of her own. Not a child who needs to be told what to do with every movement.” He paused, took a breath, and calmed his raging emotions. “Go break my hold.”

Joseph’s smile grew wider. “Does this order supersede the order that I’m not to touch her while she’s yours?”

Vincent grabbed Joseph by his shirt, pulled his friend into a standing position, and stared him down. “I could locate Mierka and have both women for the night. Would you prefer that?”

Joseph pulled his master’s hands off his shirt, and smoothed out the wrinkles. He indicated that Vincent should lead the way and followed his master up the stairs to the bedroom. Vincent’s hold on Natalia was easily broken, as she wanted her usual lover and not a stand in.

From Protector of the Grey House:

Natalia landed easily in a crouched position. She looked around, tried to see the creature, and couldn’t. The light from above didn’t penetrate deep into the dark dank cave. She could see enough to realize there were no bones on the floor, just dust. As she assessed the situation, she took deep slow breaths, to try not to gag. The smell was awful: as if rotten meat fermented in its own juices. She breathed through her mouth, and regretted it immediately. Sweat, fear, and pain were palpable on her tongue. Natalia turned to find the ghul. Nothing peered at her from the darkness, but she knew something watched her.

Then she felt it. A cold whiff of wind swept past her ear, brushed some hair back. Or rather, pulled it back. Her eyes flew open wide; she stood, and spun around to face her attacker. There was nothing there. Natalia felt the tug in her hair again and turned again. Still nothing. This happened another time and Natalia felt panic rise. She clamped a mental door on her panic, and stopped her thoughts. If she were thinking too much, then her warrior side would not come forward. Calmed, Natalia turned in the opposite direction from the tug and saw something in the shadows.

From Protector of the Grey House:

“I think it’s time you told him the truth of his first meeting with Natalia. It might be better if he knew why he didn’t trust her.”

“Do you think he would trust her if he knew?” Vincent set the untouched glass on the windowsill next to him.

“Possibly.” Joseph slowly spun his glass, to allow the brandy to breathe.

“Then I will keep my secret.”

“Why? After seven years with her, why have one of your top men be suspicious of her?”

“Keeps me from having to.” Vincent strolled to his desk, but left his glass on the windowsill.

“Emily was human for far less time than that, and you had more reason to distrust her, yet no one followed her.”

Vincent smiled at the name, and pulled his key ring out of his pocket as a vision of the lovely lady came to him. She was blond with green eyes, of average height and very shapely. Emily was as beautiful as Natalia, almost as smart, but had no desire to fight. “None of the women I’ve loved have been like Natalia. Natalia is smart, beautiful, and dangerous. Perhaps I want to make sure I know what I’m getting myself into.”

“Even after seven years?”

“She’s hunting a vampire and is still human. She will one day catch the vampire, but what happens when she does? Will she stay with us, ask to be turned, or will she leave and turn Slayer? None of us know and we won’t know until her quest is finished.”

“Is that why you haven’t shown her your actual bedroom?”

“Among other reasons, as you know.” He gave Joseph a pointed look.

Joseph raised his eyebrows. “You could remove those items.”

From Protector of the Grey House:

Vincent shook his head, leaned into her neck, nuzzled her skin, and tried hard not to bite into her jugular. He knew how easy it would be to simply sink his teeth into her supple body and change her. When he took her blood earlier, he fought not to continue past the three swallows. It was why he flipped back and forth between possessing her immediately and waiting until he could take her slowly. He wanted her skin to burn from his touch. He knew the consequences of changing her before she desired it. He caught her eye in the mirror and closed his eyes quickly, to stop her from seeing his thoughts.

Natalia stood carefully in his hold. Though it was not always easy to read her lover, she saw in his eyes what he wanted. Vincent wanted to change her; she was not ready. Natalia knew she couldn’t fight him without a weapon. The closest thing to a weapon within reach was the hairdryer, which sat on the counter, cord wrapped around the nozzle. It was hefty enough, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to knock him out with it. Natalia groaned and leaned into her vampire as his hand ran down her side and he growled into her neck. Her breath caught as she realized she almost wanted him to do it.

Her hand found his hair, tangled in the short soft mane. “Vincent. Please.”

This is from a work in progress. Not writing everything in order, so NO idea what book this will be from. Book one is done. Book two is halfway done. And I’m working on the prequel as well. Or the actual book one? I have no idea. It’s a long series. No idea when it’ll be out. But I wrote this last night and though it is a rough scene, the last line I’m sharing made me laugh so freaking hard. Because people can sometimes be dumb when it comes to sex.

From Mayoria (working title):

He cringed back as if slapped. He felt the guilt consume him and went to a nearby chair. He sat heavily in it and turned to Mindy. “When I was quite young, maybe eight or nine, I asked my mother out of the blue what would happen if a human drank vampire blood. She told me that if a human drank it, nothing would happen, not even if they were on the verge of death. Our blood could not change a human. But if the child of a vampire drank too much full vampire blood, they would become addicted.”

Her hands formed into fist as anger, confusion and helplessness threatened to consume her. “Again, I have to ask, how in the hell do you forget that?”

He stood and faced her with his own worry, his own fear, and his guilt. “I don’t know. It wasn’t a big conversation. It was…” he gestured with is hands, agitated, “it was asked and answered in passing. It was not a conversation I felt needed further examination.”

Mindy’s hands went to hide her face. She took a few deep breaths and faced Robert with as calm an attitude as she could muster. “Ok. I still don’t understand. Why was she drinking your blood anyway? To be stronger during the day?”

He seemed to blush, and he bristled with embarrassment. “We… it… it enhanced our pleasure.” His voice grew softer. “She was able to handle my desires better after drinking my blood.”

Mindy stared at him for a moment, then her mouth dropped open. “Wait a minute. Are you telling me that your girlfriend is addicted to your blood because you wanted to fuck her harder?”