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I think I mentioned it before, but there is a scene in this book where Natalia is hypnotized. It’s with her permission and she knows what is to happen before it happens. The scene was VERY different when I first wrote the trilogy. I am glad I have the right people in my life to turn the scene around and make it about consent.

From Protector of the Grey House:

The car was parked in the drive, right by the front door. Once they left the car, the driver closed up and took the limo to the garage. Rebecca felt it was easier to go in through the front door. As Natalia stumbled up the few steps, the wolf knew she made the right decision. Rebecca looked to Mierka with a quizzical expression on her face. Mierka answered with an equally confused look and shrugged. Mierka helped Natalia up the rest of the short flight of steps. Natalia leaned into her and giggled.

To make sure nothing unforeseen happened, Rebecca went with Mierka up the steps to Vincent’s sitting room. Mierka helped Natalia, who seemed more drunk than anything else. Mierka filed the information away to tell Joseph later. They sat Natalia on the couch at one end and let her rest against the armrest and back. She sat there staring at them, seemingly waiting for them to pull her strings. Mierka asked Rebecca to fetch the men, and waited for Vincent, who came shortly after with Joseph in tow.

I love secret passages and secret places in houses. Currently writing another vampire series,not related to this one. The main character inherits estates with a small mansion. There is a mausoleum on the estates. The secret rooms are not in the mansion.

From Protector of the Grey House:

Surprised the door did not closed on its own, she looked around the entrance of the room and saw the lit keypad. The numbers were lit from underneath. The keypad was on the same side of the wall as the one in the bathroom. She entered the code again and the door slid shut. The room brightened but only a little. It was unnatural light, but she couldn’t see the source. She put out the candle, placed it on the floor and waited as her eyes adjusted. When she could see, she looked around and saw the boxes piled high. The boxes started at the wall next to the door and headed straight for a few steps then ended at a t-intersection. She rubbed her hand against her forehead and glanced down in frustration. Damn him for his paranoia.

Up much earlier than I want to be, but such is life. I might write about why I’m up early later, but for now, here’s some fiction:

From Protector of the Grey House:

Joseph and Mierka believed she had a right to fight and train as if she were her own army. She was fighting Slayers and had to watch her back for Edwin’s men, too. Edwin finally had his coronation, without the presence of Vincent and his men. He ignored them for the better part of a year, then had taken an interest in Vincent’s businesses again. It was all part of the plan. As long as Edwin was interested in the human aspect of Vincent’s world, he would not be interested in what Vincent’s vampires were doing.

“No word from your spies?” He aimed the question at Anthony’s reflection.

“No sir.” Anthony told him about having her followed when she did not return after the second day. Vincent was angry, but not surprised. He took the information in stride and asked for any information. Unfortunately, Wayne had not reported for four days.

I know I’m not the only writer that has their characters drink ‘good’ alcohol. Personally, as I can’t drink much as it triggers MS vertigo. I have found that I prefer high quality alcohol. If I can’t drink much, I’m going to enjoy the taste.

From Protector of the Grey House:

“Calm yourself Mierka, he was only doing his job.” Vincent turned from the window, regarded the only silent one in the room. As always, Joseph was keeping his opinions to himself, until he had Vincent’s ear only. Wondering at his loyal friend’s thoughts, he caught Mierka and Anthony’s gazes. “Leave us. Go train. We’ll join you shortly.”

The two left without a word, having been through the dance before. Joseph stepped out of the corner he was almost hiding in and poured himself a glass of brandy.

“You never ask my permission.” Vincent accepted the glass Joseph handed him.

“You have a case of this in your cellar, which I gave to you.”

So hard not giving away spoilers… At least there are no names.

From Protector of the Grey House:

“Where’s here?”

“Tahoe, I think. I’m not sure. He kept drugging you and letting me wake up. Told me he wanted to make sure I was on his side. I saw a phone book for Lake Tahoe the first day he let me free. He started to court me three days ago, told me that whatever you told me was a lie. That you were trying to turn me away from him.”

“Up the Down Staircase” is in my head now. I’ve never seen the movie and had to look the title up to remind myself it was a movie.

From Protector of the Grey House:

Anthony stared at her for a moment then left the room. He felt she was telling the truth and knew he needed information from Vincent regarding this situation. If she had done something to endanger the household it fit in well with his belief that she was a Slayer, but something didn’t fit. He needed to know everything that had transpired. Anthony left Vincent’s rooms, making sure to close the doors behind him and proceeded down the staircase. There were still four people waiting to speak to Vincent. Not able to wait, he bypassed them and knocked on the door. He didn’t wait for a response.

“What is it?” Vincent was sitting at his desk, speaking with Craig, one of Anthony’s spies. Craig was leaning back in the chair, looking relaxed and at home. He was one of the vampires Vincent summoned to the city to try and fix the Edwin problem.

I created the demon she’s fighting. I’ve been urged by the game creator to make a compedium, so that players can play these characters. I really should do that.

From Protector of the Grey House:

Natalia Mirela Liliana Dveski Protector of House LeGris rushed the demon brought forth by her enemy. By the time she was flying through the air with her sword held over her head, she knew exactly how to kill it. She landed with her knees tucked to her chest on the Blitzkrieg’s transforming body. The corpse sank into the demon a little bit more but protected her legs as she plunged the sword deep into the demon’s eyes. It shrieked as the sword came out the other side of its head. Natalia gave a push with the sword and flung herself off the disintegrating demon.

She landed on the ground, feet first, turned quickly and watched as the demon fell to the ground in tiny pieces. She grabbed her sword and turned to face the other. It was looking in her direction. It had heard its comrade’s death howl and was backing away from Joseph and Vincent. Neither vampire appeared hurt. Natalia started toward it, knowing exactly how to kill it. Her mind still running on instinct, she advanced quickly. The thing howled, turned and ran toward the exit. In order to reach the door, it had to run in Natalia’s direction. As it ran near her, Natalia threw the sword, knowing she had exactly one chance. She could not take this demon down by jumping on it.

It took a lot to find a word today. Two of the first words that came up in the prompt today: coffin and cemetery. You would think, in a book about vampires, that the word ‘coffin’ would be used. Nope. They don’t need to sleep in coffins. Just darkness.

From Protector of the Grey House:

Vincent swirled his red wine slowly, looking through the glass, distorting the people around him. He disliked being here, but there was a reason for it. Tonight was the culmination of a year and a half or deception, training and conniving. Anthony found out easily that Morgan was passing on information to Edwin about Vincent’s household. Morgan spent time at Vincent’s but stated he never gave anyone information. He told stories though which made it easy for Edwin’s people to know what was going on with Vincent’s people, notably Natalia. As Morgan also told stories about Edwin’s people to Vincent, Vincent decided not to kill him.

This is a rough week for me, therefore having issues coming up with stuff to day. Go out and read a good book.

From Protector of the Grey House:

“Wayne was pointing me toward a friend of his.”

“Take care of it if you see fit.” He waved the subject away. Vincent always asked his people to check with him before changing a human and did the same when wanting to change someone himself. He knew Wayne, and knew the vampire had been trustworthy, despite his last act. If Wayne thought someone a worthy candidate, and Anthony concurred, all was well.

Feeling dismissed, Anthony spoke up. “Sir, if I may, why should I tell you if I have someone tracking Natalia?”

“If Natalia knows she is being tracked, she’ll stop the spy from following her without killing them. If she had known Wayne was there, she may have been able to throw him off her scent and save his life. She isn’t stupid, and her goal isn’t to kill those under my protection. You know what she has done for us; you’ve seen the Slayer items she’s brought us. Why do you continue to think she’s trying to betray us?”

Something a little steamy this morning.

From Protector of the Grey House:

“Vincent! Give me what I want!”

Her tone of voice made him growl. There was sheer determination: she would not be denied. His mind was made up; he would not be turned from his current actions. Vincent straightened and slid her dress off her body completely, letting it slide down and pool onto the floor. He growled at what he exposed. She was wearing a corset. He fell to his knees before her, grabbed her by her hips and bit her inner thigh. He bit her just to the right of the garter belt strap that was holding up her now ripped nylons. He used his teeth to undo the snaps as her hands continued to pull in his hair.

Vincent stood, finally, only to turn her around and play with the laces holding the corset together. It had been a long time since he had the pleasure of unlacing a lady. Natalia had no idea how much she was enticing him with the corset. He pulled the laces free of the knots, then wrapped the laces around his hand and pulled the laces tighter. She inhaled sharply as the garment bit into her skin and squeezed her ribs closer together. He let go of the lace tips, grasped the lowest and highest lace crossing and pulled until there was no more slack. He worked his way to the middle of the corset, going slow, watching his lover’s face in the mirror as the boning, probably metal, constricted her lungs, inhibiting her breathing.