Wednesday Briefs – Here Kitty Kitty Chapter 23.2


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Chapter 23.2

Kitryn sighed as he looked around the group sitting at the extended conference table. Three more elders had arrived. Elder Jamison was a fae representative who was also a friend of Carl’s; Elder Orion was a dwarf who was short even for his kind and had to sit on a booster seat to be able to reach the table comfortably. Lastly, there was Elder Dorian who was a Goblin. He had a habit of tapping his claws on the table and Kitryn was getting close to asking if someone had some handcuffs he could borrow.

Even with the extra people they were no closer to finding out where Cheryl and therefore the people she held captive, were. They’d been talking and talking for over two weeks and nothing new had come to light.

“Why can’t you doing a summoning for the missing fae Cheryl has under her control?” Simon asked after Jamison had finished explaining some of the fae’s more normal powers.

Jamison shook his head. “I would need to know he name of the missing person and have something of theirs to focus the spell. The fae may be powerful, but we do have our limits.”

Simon slumped in his chair and Kitryn rubbed his knee in sympathy. Every idea so far had been shot down for one reason or another.

Patrick clapped his hands together. “I think we need a break. Although this problem is of the highest importance, we won’t come up with ideas while we’re all sat in this room night after night. There is at least four hours until sunrise and so I suggest we all go and spend some time resting and reconnecting with loved ones. Any ideas can wait until our vampire friends wake up again at sunset.”

There were grumbles and Kitryn as fairly certain most people would just find somewhere quiet to sit and think up new ideas. However, he was going to take Paddy’s suggestion and reconnect with the kits. He and Simon hadn’t spent much time with them recently and he knew the kits needed to be reminded they hadn’t been forgotten.


“Ready or not here I come.”

Kitryn sniffed and chuckled when a voice rang out. “Kitty, that cheating. No sniff. Have to look.”

Kitryn made a show of covering his nose with his hand and looking around. A flash of fur had him darting around a corner and grabbing a mewling Nelson.

Nelson went limp in his hands and gave him a pitiful look making Kitryn chuckle. “Sorry, Nelson, someone has to be found first.”

He got a lick to his chin before Nelson jumped out his arms and went to curl up on the sofa.

Next he found Simon and Peter who were both hiding under a table.

Kitryn pulled Simon into a hug as Perter went to join Nelson. “Just Tristan and Carl to find. Fran decided to visit Hetty and her brood. How Nelson and Peter got Carl and Tristan to agree to play hide and seek is beyond me.”

Simon shook his head and they both started searching.

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Julie Lynn Hayes

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A Quick Update

Hi Everyone

As many of you who have been with me from the beginning of my writing know I am not the most organised person. To remedy that I am going to spend the next month going through my work and building a proper record of past, present, and future projects.

Please bear with me during this period. I will try and keep up the weekly updates to Here Kitty Kitty, but I cannot make any promises. I have already started organising this story and have found a fair few inconsistencies that are going to need to be fixed as soon as I can find the time.

I can say that I have a new story that I have signed a contract for that will come out in December. It already has a cover and has been fully edited. I will post more details as I am allowed.

I have nearly finished the rewrite of Help! My Lovers an Alien and I will soon be looking to sub it to publishers. I have looked into self-publishing, however, that is out of price range at the current time.

I am about three quarters finished on the rewrite of Unison Island Book One (Jamie and Andrew). That is on my list next for the to be finished and subbed pile.

That is the end of today’s update. I hope this finds everyone happy and well.

Thank you all for your continued support.

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Wednesday Briefs – Here Kitty Kitty Chapter 23.1


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Chapter 23.1

Jenny looked around the door and slid out into the hallway. There was very little light from the mage globes hanging near the ceiling at long intervals. In the dimness, she couldn’t see anyone moving but she still stayed as quiet as possible. She bypassed the children’s room and after stealing down the stairs she crept nearer to the door she knew led to the food hall the men working with Cheryl used. Voices became audible as she concentrated

“—I hear you right? She wants us to take that bastard? Well, I’m not guarding him once he gets here.

He’s—” The speaker must have moved away from the door

“Niven. Calm down. She’ll have complete control over him and you know it. She knows what’s going to happen before anyone else. How is he going to get one over on her? Now we need to be ready for when she tells us it’s time to go. We’re going to need—”

A door closed and Jenny couldn’t hear any more voices. Huffing out a breath she moved back t the children’s room.

Michael was just starting to whimper so she grabbed a bottle from a nearby fridge and set it in a bottle warmer. Then she leaned over to pick him up as he opened his mouth to wail.

“Now, now, you don’t want to wake up your sister, do you?”

She changed his diaper and then jiggled him on her shoulder as she waited for the bottle to warm. She hummed a lullaby and tried not to think of her own child. How was Fran coping with her new powers? Was she being given time to still be a child? Even with the current situation putting pressure on a toddler wouldn’t help anything.

When the bottle was at the right temperature she relaxed in a chair by Ophelia’s bed and thought back over the snippet of conversation she’d heard. Who were they taking? Why didn’t they want him here? What did Cheryl have that would make this person toe the line she dictated?

Sighing she moved Michael to her shoulder and patted him until he let out a mighty burp.

“Pardon you, little man.”

She paced until he was fast asleep again and laid him down carefully, making sure he was tucked in securely.

A final check of the monitor and she returned to her room. She’d have to try again soon and see if she could glean more information on the mysterious person who would be joining the prisoners.


Fran was playing with Nelson when the sound of humming echoed softly in her ear. She knew that voice and grinned.

“Franny, why stop playing?” Nelson’s whine interrupted the music and she glared at him.

“My mom singing—is singing.” She corrected her sentence as their bear babysitter had been teaching her. Hetty said how a young lady spoke was important to make sure people listened to her. Fran thought it was silly but then adults had funny ideas about things all the time.

“I no hear singing.” Nelson pouted.

Fran rolled her eyes—she’d seen Simon doing it to Kitryn when he said silly things. “She is singing to baby and me. Not you.”

The humming stopped and Fran sighed. She wanted her mom home where she belonged. The bad lady needed to be told off and punished so her mom could come home.

Heaving another sigh she returned to her game with Nelson. The time would be soon. The bad lady would get a surprise and people would get to go home.

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Wednesday Briefs – Here Kitty Kitty Chapter 22.4


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Chapter 22.4

Tristan looked up from his tablet where he’d been emailing the warnings out to everyone he knew in various chat rooms and forums.

Frowning he replayed the question before he felt his brain stall. Healers? Why was Carl asking about healers?

“Um, not much. Healers come in many forms. Mage healers work by using magic to isolate the cause of the illness and pull it from the person’s body. Non-magical healers use herbs and other potions to either cause the illness to leave the person’s body, or to treat the symptoms until the person heals on their own. Why?”

“I just talked to you friend Milly—lovely lady be the way—she told me I had better treat you right or I would find out why I didn’t want to get on the wrong side of a healer. She advised me that they were as good at causing injury as healing them.

Tristan chuckled. “That sounds like Milly, she always was a sassy little…” he trailed off as the rest of what Carl had said registered. Healers could cause illness as well as heal it? It made logical sense he supposed. If a healer wanted to heal something, they would need to know how it was caused in the first place, and once they knew how it was caused they could cause it too. “We need to talk to the others.”

They rounded up everyone and ran through what they’d learned.

Kitryn was the most vocal. “If that bitch tries to use my sister to hurt people it will be the last thing she does.”

Tristan froze. “Um, I think even if Cheryl knows about this option she wouldn’t dare try and use it. If she told a healer to use their powers to hurt us, what’s to stop that healer from using their powers to hurt her? She would have no defense against it. Even if she did. How would she know if the healer was doing as she asked or not? A healer can’t kill someone, that I’m sure of. But also if someone tried to hurt Cheryl, would that trigger something on our end? Maybe she has something in place to make sure if we hurt her then something would happen here. There are too many possibilities at the moment. We can keep this option in mind though, and maybe do some research to see how far-reaching a healer’s magic is. Do they need to be in the same room? Can they reach out across distances? And if so, how far?”

Carl wrapped an arm around his shoulders and squeezed. Tristan relaxed into his mate’s hold and soaked up the comfort. “I can make a few inquiries when I make my calls. There is one other thing that has happened. The female vampire who has been aiding me in running my clan has gone missing, along with another clan member. I am told she left a note but that the only one to see it is the now missing clan member. The high council needs to make sure the warnings get out as quickly as possible before more people go missing.”

A heavy silence descended on the room as everyone seemed to be contemplating the lasted developments. It seemed they took two steps forward and one back.

The meeting broke up with everyone saying they still had calls to make.


Carl relaxed back in his chair and stretched until his back popped. Only one call left and he could curl up with his mate for the day.

He dialed the number and waited as the line rang and rang.

Just when he was going to give up the line connected. “Hello.”

“Hi, Mama, how are you?”

“Carl. It’s been too long. You said you’d call more often and it’s been what? Six months?”

“Um, actually it’s been nearer to ten. I’m sorry, Mama, but things are going to hell in a handbasket and I’ve been busy.”

Tristan came in and at his wave came and sat beside him. “Mama, I have someone I want you to meet. Can we change to video chat?”

Tristan’s eyes had gone wide at the mention of ‘Mama’ but Carl ignored his head shaking and tapped the camera icon on his phone. His Mama’s face filled the screen. She was beaming and when Carl adjusted the angle to include Tristan his end, he saw her face light up.

“You found your mate,” She squealed. Carl swore his Mama could squeal louder than Fran and that said someone for the young seer.

“How did she know I’m your mate?” Tristan whispered.

Mama heard him, however, and answered before Carl could. “Oh, that’s easy my dear, he wouldn’t have bothered with video chat is you were anyone else. He would have just put his phone on speaker and included them that way. You look like a nice young man. May I ask your name, family, and what you are? Since my son hasn’t had the manners to introduce us properly yet.” Carl’s muttered I haven’t had a chance to speak yet was lost as his Mama kept babbling. “My name is Quin and his father is Donald, but you will call us Mama and Pops like Carl does.”

Tristan looked to be shocked into silence. He was staring at the phone as though Mama was going to lean right through the screen. He shook himself when Carl gently elbowed him and smiled.

“My name is Tristan and I don’t have any family.” Carl squeezed his knee under cover of the desk. “I’m a fire mage and it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mama.”

Carl watched his Mama melt and knew his mate now had the family he deserved. Carl would have to make sure Tristan got to meet his parents in person when this mess was sorted out.

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Wednesday Briefs – Here Kitty Kitty Chapter 22.3


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Chapter 22.3

Carl managed to Tristan to give him the rest of the numbers that needed to be called. He pulled the ‘mate’ card and insisted that after the last few days, the use of magic, the claiming, and finally the argument with the older Nirthfell and the resulting fallout. He tucked Tristan in with a pile of research books and told him if he looked up other ways Cheryl could use the powerful beings she was blackmailing then Carl would deal with all the notifications.

Carl returned to his office and began the job of calling Tristan’s friends. To say they were surprised to hear from Tristan’s claimed mate was an understatement. Carl spent more time answering their questions about, his intentions, who he was, how he had better treat Tristan right or else, than he did warning them of the dangers from Cheryl. Carl wondered if Tristan realized how much his friends—or acquaintances as Tristan insisted they were—really valued him and worried about him. They said he was selfless, always thinking of others before himself. Carl fell more in love with his mate with each call and each person telling him how wonderful Tristan was.

He dialed the last number on the list with a sigh of relief, he still had his calls to make and it was only a few hours until dawn. He tapped his pen on the desk as he waited.

“Do you realize what time it is? Who the hell is ringing me at this time of the morning?”

Carl bit his lip to stop the chuckle that tried to escape as the female voice finished ranting.

“Miss Mills? This is Elder Carl of the Jade Coven.”

“I prefer Milly and I don’t care who you are. I only got to bed a few hours ago and I need to be up again in a few hours more.”

“I’m sorry to interrupt your rest, but Tristan Nirthfell asked me to call you to warn you about a danger to you and your mate.”

He ran through the warnings.

Milly sighed. “Thank you for calling. My mate is currently on duty in the healing center wit hour eldest daughter. I will call them immediately. Thank Tristan for thinking of us. Although I’m not surprised he always thinks of everyone else first.”

Carl grinned at the once again repeated compliment. “I will be sure to tell my mate you are thankful.”

He counted to ten before he had to pull the phone away from his ear at her shriek.

“MATE! When, how, and if you hurt him you’ll find out just why no one wants to get on a healer’s bad side. We may know how to cure mt diseases, but we also know what and how to cause hem too.”

This made Carl freeze. Healers could cause diseases, as well as cure them? Why had none of them thought of that? They knew Cheryl had at least one healer captive. Did she have others? He needed to speak to Tristan.

“I assure you, I have no intention of hurting Tristan in any way, shape or form. Thank you for your time, I’m afraid I need to go and deal with something. Either Tristan or I will check in with you again, but don’t hesitate to call if you need us for any reason.”

Carl hung up and moved as fast as he dared to where he’d left Tristan.

“What do you know about how healers work and how they can affect people they aren’t healing?” he asked as soon as he walked in.


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Recent New Release – Aria (Upstaged Book 4) by Cheryl Headford & S. L. Danielson #RecentRelease

You can read this as a stand alone but there will be a lot of referral back to previous books

Published By: eXtasy Books

Authors: Cheryl HeadfordS.L. Danielson

ISBN: 978-1-4874-2523-4

Page: 344

Word Count: 114271

Estimated Publish Date: 12th July 2019

Series: Upstaged #4

Categories: ContemporaryLove StoryGayGLBT,


You think you’re holding someone close, but if you’re not paying attention, they could slip right out of your arms and fall.

Asher and Erik are getting married, but Asher isn’t happy about the pressure being put on him by their families and unwittingly by Erik himself. Issues that have plagued him for a long time come bubbling to the surface and threaten to overwhelm him. Although he cries out for help, no one hears; instead they write it off as Asher throwing a tantrum again. Only Angel sees the cracks, but it’s too much for him to handle on his own, although he tries.

The pressure builds, and even though there are breakouts, still no one sees the extent of the problem until the night before the wedding, when Asher is confronted by Erik in front of all their family and friends, and bolts.

Fortunately, Asher is rescued by Vince’s Uncle Tony, who makes him an offer he can’t refuse.

The Band heads off to London for a three-month tour, and not everyone is happy about it. Vince is stressed out and worried that Angel is not being entirely faithful. Should he say something? Then Connor meets an old friend, just when he starts having doubts about his relationship with Angel, and the fur starts to fly.

Will any of the couples survive?


The sunset over the fields was a breathtaking sight. Asher couldn’t help but appreciate the wonderful view of the surrounding countryside, such as it was, from Vince and Billy’s home. Three sides consisted mainly of houses with large gardens. On the fourth side, however, there were woods and fields all the way to the horizon, and over them, the sun was going down.

He had never watched a sunrise or sunset and failed to be moved. He loved everything about those times. There was a different quality to the light that appealed to his artist’s eye, and a feeling of clarity that calmed his mind. Tonight, however, he wasn’t calm. Not even the drawing pad on his knees and the charcoal pencil in his hand could bring him the peace he usually felt when he was immersed in his art.

Truth was, he hadn’t been able to find peace for a long time—weeks, maybe more. He was blaming it all on the wedding, convincing himself that when it was all over the peace would come again, but the truth was, he didn’t know if it would. Another clearer, more honest corner of his mind was telling him the wedding wasn’t the problem at all.

Asher sighed and put down the pencil, hugging the book to his chest, and stared out into the gathering dusk. He thought about his other sketchbook, the one he always left at school. He thought about all the sketches he’d been working on so feverishly, more and more and more. What was he thinking? What the hell was he thinking? He was playing such a dangerous game, and sooner or later he was going to get caught. Then what? He should stop. He knew he should stop. He should never have started, but—

Erik coughed to announce himself. “It’s gorgeous out here, isn’t it? They chose the perfect spot. The yards are so manicured…the meadows, the woods…a beautiful backdrop.” He stepped closer. “Billy and Vince make such great decisions together…they always have. Do you know what the best decision I ever made was, Asher?”

“No, but I know what the worst one was.” He looked up at Erik, taking in the tall figure with his broad shoulders and long blonde hair. Erik was his Viking, his Nordic god. He was too good for him, way too good. Asher was nothing but a screwed up emo freak, with a mind so twisted it was only a matter of time before it imploded. What the hell was Erik even doing with someone like him? “We should never have got together in the first place. You’re too good for me. You deserve someone who isn’t a fucked-up nutjob.”

Erik shook his head and sat down next to him. “Wrong. The correct answer was asking you to marry me. As for you being a fucked-up nutjob and me being too good for you, are you kidding me?” He laughed and picked at the grass. “Asher, you’ve driven me crazy since the beginning, and granted, I didn’t know how to handle a lot of it, but we got through it. We survived the insanity in London all on our own. Look at me.” He tipped Asher’s face to look at him. “You’re the love of my life, and nothing you say will persuade me otherwise. Do you even realize that? You can’t get rid of me.”


S.L. Danielson began writing at the age of six. She knew it was her calling from the moment she put pen to paper. In her teens, she began writing alternative works, and the genre stuck. She also wove more elaborate tales and finally, in her college years, began to weave her new love of male romance into long novels.

She is classically trained in business, accounting, and education, holding both undergrad and graduate degrees. Her other hobbies include painting, gaming, and spending time with her husband and two cherished cats.

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Cheryl Headford was born into a poor mining family in the South Wales Valleys. Until she was sixteen, the toilet was at the bottom of the garden, and the bath hung on the wall. Her refrigerator was a stone slab in the pantry, and there was a black lead fireplace in the kitchen. They look lovely in a museum but aren’t so much fun to clean.

Cheryl has always been a storyteller. As a child, she’d make up stories for her nieces, nephews, and cousin, and they’d explore the imaginary worlds she created, in play.

Later in life, Cheryl became the storyteller for a re-enactment group who travelled widely, giving a taste of life in the Iron Age. As well as having an opportunity to run around hitting people with a sword, she had an opportunity to tell stories of all kinds, sometimes of her own making, to all kinds of people. The criticism was sometimes harsh, especially from the children, but the reward enormous.

It was here she began to appreciate the power of stories and the primal need to hear them. In ancient times, the wandering bard was the only source of news, and the storyteller, the heart of the village, keeping the lore and the magic alive. Although much of the magic has been lost, the stories still provide a link to the part of us that still wants to believe that it’s still there, somewhere.

In present times, Cheryl lives in a terraced house in the valleys with her son and two cats. Her daughter has deserted her for the big city, but they’re still close.

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Wednesday Briefs – Here Kitty Kitty Chapter 22.2


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Chapter 22.2

Carl drummed his fingers on the desk while he listened to his second, Steven, whine.

“Tell me again why I’m listening to you rather than talking to Natalia?”

“She said she had a personal issue to sort out and let three days ago. Her note said—”

“Her note? You didn’t mention a note before. You said she told you she had something to see to. When was she last seen? What was missing from her things?”

Steven started stuttering. “Well…um…I didn’t actually see the note myself. I heard what it said from Oscar who heard it from Ferrick, but no one can find him anywhere to ask him directly. His mother says he often disappears for a few days when the feeling takes him.”

“What!” Carl’s roar echoed around the small room making Tristan look up from what he was working on at a nearby desk. He took a long calming breath and interrupted Steven’s panicked “Start from the beginning. When was she last seen? Who was the last to see her? And why was I not informed immediately?”

“Yes, Elder. I saw her three days ago, he had some concerns over the behavior of some of the vamplings that are visiting from another clan. If anyone else saw her after that, they haven’t said so. The next night I went to speak to her again and Oscar met me on the path and told she was gone. He said he’d seen Ferrick angry and upset. He’d asked what was wrong and Ferrick told him Natalia had gone to sort out a personal problem. As I’ve already said, when we went looking for Ferrick he couldn’t be found.”

“Get search parties put together. No one is to go anywhere alone and everyone is to check in with a designated checking group at least twice a day. If anyone misses a check-in presume they have been taken and start a search for them.”

“Yes, Elder.”

“Make sure those rules stay in effect until I tell you otherwise. The fate of the clan may rest on it.”

“Yes, Elder.”

Carl hung up and dropped his head to the desk. He smiled when he felt hands in his hair massaging his aching head.

He held out the phone. “Your turn, my mate.”

Tristan took the phone and dialed while letting out a long sigh. “You know they won’t believe a word I say and will ignore any advice I give.”

Carl waved a hand to tell him to get on with it and listened in as the line started to ring.

“Nirthfell residence.”

“Father, this is Tristan. I have some information about a danger to the family.”

A snort came through the line. “How could you come by any information that I would want to hear? I am not interested in rumors you’ve heard in some back street inn or from one of the men you’ve hired for the night.”

Carl made a move for the phone but Tristan moved out the way. “Father, I need you to listen. You’ll be hearing from the high council as well, but I wanted to warn you myself too. Someone is kidnapping seers and mates of powerful beings. The seers’ power is being used to discover the outcomes of battles and the movements of enemies. The kidnapped mates are being used to blackmail powerful beings into doing the kidnapper’s bidding. You need to protect—”

“Do not try and tell me what I need to do,” Tristan’s father’s voice sneered. “I do not take orders from some talentless child.”

That was the last straw. Carl snatched the phone and snarled at the being on the other end. “Be glad I am not in the same room as you are at this moment, Kersin Nirthfell. If I was I would rip out your throat and bath in your blood for insulting my mate like that.”

“Who is this? Do you realize who you are speaking to?”

Carl rolled his eyes. “I called you by name and you ask if I know who I’m speaking to? The question is do you know who you are speaking to? I am Elder Carl of the Jade Coven. I am also proud to claim Tristan Nirthfell as my claimed fated mate. Now, we will talk about your lack on manners another time. At the moment I have more pressing matters. The information your son gave you is correct. You need to make sure everyone in your family is accounted for and that no one goes anywhere alone. Keep up regular checks. The high council will be in contact soon with more information but for some reason your son thought you would be better for having the basics immediately.

“Now, you’re going to apologize to your son and thank him. If you don’t not only will you be making an enemy of a very powerful coven, you will also be losing the most powerful mage your family has seen in generations.”

“That boy isn’t talented. He barely registered a level two. And I will no more obey some jumped up vampire—elder or no—than I will apologize to that excuse of a son. Since you claim him as a mate he can join your coven. As of this moment, Tristan Nirthfell is no longer a member of the Nirthfell family. Goodbye.”

The phone went dead and Carl grabbed Tristan as tears began to fall and he nearly fell out of his chair and into Carl’s arms.


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