Wednesday Briefs – Here Kitty Kitty Chapter 11.1

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Chapter 11.1

Carl watched as Simon slumped when he finished his story. Kitryn was there to catch him and kept an arm around his shoulders in support. Elder Patrick made a silent exit to give the rest of them some privacy.

Carl drew in a deep breath before he spoke. What this vampling had been through defied belief, and to still be such a good and caring being? That was nothing short of miraculous. Most people would have become resentful of life and when they were then turned into a vamp they would have used their new abilities for their own profit.

“Simon, I am in awe of you and what you’ve been through. My offer still stands. I will train you and teach you everything you need to know about how to be a good vampire.”

Simon turned a brilliant smile on him and Carl had to blink, Simon was a striking male, but when his smile reached his eyes making them sparkle, he was gorgeous.

It took a moment for him to realize someone was talking. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he focused on Kitryn who was glaring daggers at him. “Sorry, I drifted off for a bit there.”

Kitryn rolled his eyes and Simon just looked between the two of them in apparent confusion. Carl just smiled at them both. “What did I miss?”

“I asked when my training will start? We also have to find out more about what’s happening with the seers.” Simon answered.

Carl frowned thoughtfully. “Give me a couple of days to settle in and get updated about the current problems. Then we’ll work out a schedule around any current responsibilities we both have.”

“That sounds good. I think we’d better go check on the kits, unless you need us for anything else?”

“No, you go. I’ll look forward to meeting your kits soon.”

Carl heard Kitryn mutter something about ‘over dead bodies’ as the pair exited the room.

Carl shook his head, he wondered if Kitryn even realized he was acting so possessive. It was going to be such fun to tease the kitty cat.


Fran was laid out on her front on her bed absorbed in a book one of the bears had loaned her. She giggled at the antics of the characters and the colorful pictures. She could hear the boys yelling at each other in the next room and the poor grown-up who was watching them could be heard trying to calm them down. Fran snorted good luck with that.

Movement at the edge of her vision drew her attention. A glow was coming from the corner of the ceiling. Slowly the glow grew brighter and seemed to lower until it stopped at the side of her bed.

“Who are you?” Fran asked, her tone unafraid.

The glow dimmed until a familiar form emerged and sat on the bed beside Fran.

“I’ve been sent to tell you about your powers and to let you know what will be expected of you soon. Meg and Kitryn will mean well but they will want to protect you and so may not want to tell you everything you need to know.”

Fran sat up and crossed her legs at the ankle. She got comfortable and turned o her visitor with a smile. “I’m ready Mom.”

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Wednesday Briefs – Here Kitty Kitty Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

Simon drew in a deep breath and leaned more firmly into Kitryn before starting his story.

“My family lived in one of those cult communes that humans like to create. You know the sort. A group of people who don’t agree with government policy and think that technology is damaging the environment. The commune was self-sufficient to a certain degree and had a business making handmade goods to sell at a nearby market.

“The leader, Frank, ran the place with an iron fist. Everyone was expected to work, no matter their age. There was no school for the children. We were taught by our parents when we weren’t helping with work. I used to help with the cooking and caring for the youngest members of the commune.

“My mom came back to our room one evening pale and shaking. She’d seen two of Frank’s thugs who kept order within the commune beating one of the teenagers. Apparently, the boy had been caught kissing another boy and that wasn’t acceptable behavior. They beat the boy unconscious and we later found out the boy died.

“I had come out to my parents a couple of years before but we’d decided to not tell anyone else until we could work out what the reaction would be. Well, this answered our question and my parents decided we should leave. They had been getting more and more worried about the direction the commune was heading and this was the last straw.

“My parents packed up our belongings and mom went to talk to Frank. She came back out of breath as though she’d been running and telling us we needed to get out now. She gave me a backpack and told me I needed to get to the commune dumpsters and hide in them. When I tried to argue she told me if I didn’t hide I would end up the same as the boy she’s seen being beaten. She gave me the address to a nearby cabin and told me she and dad would meet me there as soon as they got free. They were planning on playing the worried parents at me being missing as that was the reason mum had apparently given Frank for her and dad wanting to leave, to search for me. Frank had then said that if I was found off the commune he would make sure I was taught to never wander off again. They thought I was in the most danger so I did as mom told me.

“When the dumpsters were put outside the gates for collection I snuck out and followed mom’s directions to the cabin. I waited there a few days until the supplies I had ran out. Mom had left money in the back too, so I walked until I found the nearest shops. There I saw newspapers with my families faces plastered all over the front pages. Their bodies had been found dumped like trash. Some hikers found them and they had to be identified by dental records. They’d been beaten and my mom…well, I’m sure you can guess. Since both my parents were only children, and their parents were dead by the time I was fifteen, I was alone.

“I managed to find work in cafes and such that didn’t ask too many questions. I didn’t dare use my real full name or get any ID in case Frank had a way of tracing me. By then I had realized that even if the commune was against technology that didn’t mean Frank and his cronies were.

“I moved towns frequently and kept to myself as much as possible. I quickly found out that men liking men wasn’t accepted in many places, not just in the commune, and that men who didn’t respond to women making a pass at them were just as bad as men that seduce all the women they could.

“I was moving town…again…after an incident with a police chief’s daughter. She didn’t like me telling her I wouldn’t…um…well, yes, anyway. She went to her father and told him I tried to make advances to her. He then tried to have me arrested and I only made it out of town because I had memorized the back streets and hid in the trash…again. I wash off in a stream and headed up the mountains. That’s where I met the vamp. He wandered into my camp saying he was lost and asking directions to the nearest town. We shared some stories and I offered him a place by the fire for the night. He waited until I was asleep to attack me.

“I supposed my tendency to sleep with one eye open was what saved me. The rest you know”

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Book Review – Doc’s Deputy (Arrowtown Book 4) By Lisa Oliver


Deputy Joe of the Arrowtown Sheriff’s department has tried to hold his head up high his entire life, even though it’s never been easy. Carrying the Quincy name has been a curse he’s worked hard to put behind him, but when his two uncles get thrown out of Arrowtown because of their nefarious dealings, Joe found the courage to turn to the one man he thought would stand by his side. Being told he was “too young, too dumb and too well-hung” were not the words he expected to hear when his true mate rejected him to his face. As the man in question was the town doctor, it’s not surprising that when Joe gets hurt, turning up at the man’s surgery was the last thing on his to-do list.

Doctor Nathan Farriday (known locally as “Doc”) has lived a long life, and not always on his own. A long time Arrowtown local, Doc has watched Joe grow into a kind, decent, hardworking man – too good for him in other words. If asked, Doc could spout a long list of reasons why taking the man as his fated mate was a bad idea. Age and inexperience were just the easiest reasons to explain. The danger from his animal half was something he preferred to keep to himself. But when Joe’s family come calling and Joe is left badly hurt, Doc has to reassess a lifetime of bad choices.

Rampaging buffalo shifters and a bomb blast have the potential to splinter the tiny shifter town apart. In the ashes of the aftermath, the sheriff’s department work furiously to keep their population safe. But will Joe and Doc’s relationship survive the revelation of Doc’s biggest secret or will they be forced to leave the town they both call home?

This is a true mate paranormal (shifter) MM story that includes depictions of intimacies between men and some violence. The story includes Mpreg although it is not the main focus of the story line. Due to adult content, readers 18+ only.

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My Review

Another wonderful addition to a great series.

I really felt for Joe. Doc needed someone to headslap him into seeing what he was throwing away by rejecting Joe. The fact it takes a death and a life-threatening injury to get Doc to pull his head out of his ass doesn’t really make me (as the reader) think he’s very smart.

Even when he explains his reason, and they do make sense, it doesn’t make me want to slap him any less.

I have several favorite parts in this story as always, but I have decided on two that made me laugh and one that brought tears to my eyes.

1. Someone needs a witness to something that didn’t happen. He gets a signed statement but is humiliated when he takes it to the sheriff’s office. It turns out D G AF is not the person’s name. It stands for Don’t Give A Fuck.  He doesn’t see the funny side.

2. The bad guy has Joe cornered and thinks he has the upper hand. But, Joe has a few home truths for him and by the end, the bad guy is looking for the nearest exit route.

3. Some property of Joe’s is badly damaged leaving the young deputy devastated.

Until he and doc arrive to see the entire town helping to fix everything.

I dare anyone to not get emotional when they read that part.

As always if you want to see how these parts fit into the story as a whole you’ll have to read this wonderful book yourself.


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Wednesday Briefs – Here Kitty Kitty Chapter 9.3

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Chapter 9.3

Elder Simon watched the cat shifter bristling with amusement. There was nothing he liked better than rubbing cats up the wrong way and then sitting back to watch the show. The cat really seemed to be attached to the vampling. Although, after hearing their story a bond between two adults caring for a family in danger wasn’t so inconceivable.

He was looking forward to meeting the child, Fran. For one so Young to have such power was rare, and he hadn’t seen anything like it in centuries. The last had been…no he didn’t want to go down that particular memory lane, at least, not until the information was absolutely needed.

He turned his attention back to the vampling. “So, Simon, what do you know about what you now are?”

Simon sent a smile at Kitryn. “Kitryn has taught me about feeding and has kept me safe from the sun when we were traveling. I know I am stronger and faster than I was when I was human. I’ve been told I look pale, I assume from the lack of sunlight, and I think my hair has stopped growing…”

Carl nodded. “Yes, you are correct about your hair. In effect, once you were turned your body was dead. Your Sire would have had to drain you completely before he gave you some of his blood. Otherwise, the death magic contained within the blood wouldn’t work. Of course, your Sire should have-”

“Do not call him that. Calling him my Sire, makes it sound like he meant to turn me.”

Carl frowned. “What do you mean meant to turn you? How else did you become turned?”

Simon smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I bit him. When he sunk his fangs into my neck I bit down in pain and it happened his arm was near my mouth. I ripped out a chunk of his flesh and my mouth filled with his blood. The last thing I remember is pain and the sound of him cursing. The rest is as I told you when I woke up.”

Carl knew his mouth was hanging open but he didn’t care. When Simon had told his story he had started from waking up already turned. Carl thought the vampling’s sire had left him while he slept. He had never thought that the sire hadn’t even meant to turn but to kill. Vampires that went around killing had to be stopped. They increased the chances of humans finding out about the supernatural world and that would mean a return to the wars of old. He’d lived through one such war and had no intention of repeating the experience if he could help it.

“I found my cave nad stayed there until Kitryn found me.

Carl frowned, he would have thought a person’s first thought after waking up and not really knowing what had happened, would be to try and get home or to get help.

“Why did you not head for somewhere familiar? Were you too far from home? Do you not have family looking for you?”

The look of pain that flickered across Simon’s face almost had Carl retracting his question, but he felt it was important.

“I don’t have any family. They’re all dead. No one will be looking for me.”

Carl met Kitryn’s stunned gaze. What had happened to this man? The pain in Simon’s eyes called to all Carl’s protective instincts. He hadn’t sired a vampling for a few centuries, so all his children had moved out on their own and only contacted him to keep him up to date on what was happening and here they were. He could take the time away from the clan to make sure this vampling got the care and instruction he needed. Although the current situation was important, so was Simon’s education and training.

“I’ll be here for the foreseeable, so I will take on your training and education. If that is something you are amenable to? I have trained seven vamplings and they have all, to my knowledge, turned out to be well rounded individuals.”

Simon snapped his head up. “You’d be willing to do that?”

“Yes, I would. But, you will have to trust me and I will need to know about your life before you were turned. Any little thing can have an impact on your new life.”

Simon seemed to freeze, then he let out a long low sigh. “It’s not a long story. I may as well fill you and Kitryn in at the same time. He has a right to know about the person he’s been helping all this time.” Simon glanced up at Kitryn. “And I would feel better having him with us.”

Carl nodded and turned to Elder Patrick. “Can we trouble you to allow us to use this room for a while? It is better to get this out the way and we can not do anything until some of the others arrive.”

Patrick nodded and left the room after making sure that had everything the needed.

Carl relaxed back into the couch. “Begin when you’re ready.”

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Wednesday Briefs – Here Kitty Kitty Chapter 9.2

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Chapter 9.2

Kitryn could feel Simon’s gaze on him as they walked along the corridor. Something felt different but Kitryn couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

They arrived back at the main meeting room and Kitryn turned to Simon. “Simon this is Elder Carl of the Jade Vampire Clan. Elder this is Simon of the Zinston Pride.”

Kitryn could smell Simon’s confusion but he refused to introduce Simon as a lone vampire. Their little family had created a pack of sorts so he was claiming Simon before this Elder decided to try.

“Simon it is a pleasure to meet you.” The elder swept an elaborate bow and Kitryn suppressed a snort. The elder looked like he’d just walked off a catwalk somewhere. He wore a three-piece light gray suit that was obviously expensive and super shiny black shoes that clicked on the hard floor as he moved. He wore several rings and a watch that Kitryn thought looked like a picture he’d once seen of a Rolex.

Simon smiled. “Thank you, elder, I am sorry to meet under such circumstances.”

Carl seemed to study Simon in minute detail and Kitryn had to fight the urge to growl. What was the vamp thinking? Did he find Simon lacking in some way? If he did he could just run back to where he’d come from. No one was allowed to look down on any of his family.

“Please call me Carl.” Carl’s voice broke into Kitryn’s swirling thoughts.

Kitryn looked round to see Carl holding a hand out to Simon. Moving quickly Kitryn hooked an arm around the one Simon was reaching out with and steered him towards a comfortable couch.

“Let’s sit and we can make sure everyone is up to date with what has been happening.”

The others took seats and Simon retold his story, followed by Kitryn, and then Paddy filled in about their seer going missing.

Carl pursed his lips. “So our first priority is to safeguard the remaining seers we know of and get the warning out to as many groups as we can at the same time. The question is how do we know who to trust? If the enemy gets wind that we know what they’re doing they may move up their plans.”

“Can’t we try and gather as many seers as we can here? Maybe they could give us more to go on, and we could keep them safe.” Simon was leaning against Kitryn and Kitryn was happy to support him.

Paddy was already shaking his head. “Most groups are very protective of their seers. Seers are so rare and it is believed to be a blessing to have one born into, or join, your group. I have sent out messages to all our allies, but beyond that, all we can do is get them to do the same. Each group is allied with others so hopefully, the message will spread quickly among only trusted groups.”
Simon sat up straight. “What about the hunters that blew up my cave? Do we know anything more about them?”

Paddy shook his head. “All I’ve heard so far is conflicting rumors. Some say hunters have been seen more often and others say they haven’t seen any for a good while.”
Simon sat back with a sigh, Kitryn wished he could find the answers Simon wanted but he had no one he could contact. He was completely dependent on Paddy and his den of bears.

“I will make sure to ask other clans when I call to issue our warning.” Carl’s voice was silky smooth and Kitryn wanted to shove the smarmy ass out the door, preferably roughing up his stupid perfect suit on the way. He was the head of his little family. He should be the one reassuring Simon. Not this…interloper. Kitryn would just have to make sure this elder knew that Simon belonged with Kitryn’s family. They found him and they were keeping him. No overdressed, stuffy vamp was going to change that.

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Wednesday Briefs – Here Kitty Kitty Chapter 9.1

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Chapter 9.1

A week passed with no more attacks and the small family settled into life in the bear den. The kits made friends with some of the cubs and Simon and Kitryn often found themselves overrun with small animals.

They continued to have regular meetings with Elder Patrick but new leads were few and far between. The only news was that a representative from the nearby Vampire Clan would be arriving that evening. Simon wasn’t sure what he thought about meeting another of his kind. On one hand he could gain someone who would teach him about what he now was, or on the other hand, he could end up with another arrogant being who didn’t want anything to do with him just like his maker.

Kitryn had been trying to distract him and the lits had been helping by getting him involved in their games and mischief. But, now it was only a matter of time until the male arrived and all Simon’s nerves had returned tenfold.

Elder Patrick entered the room where Simon was pacing when Simon was on his fourth circuit.

“Calm down, vamp. Elder Zane is a good vampire and is committed to making sure everyone in his clan is safe and well looked after.”

“But, I’m not in his clan, am I? I’m just a vamp that shouldn’t have been made in the first place.”

“I was pointing out that if he is so good with his own clan that he will look out for you too.”

“Well, please excuse me if I say, I’ll believe that when I see it for myself. Until then please leave me to my pacing as it is stopping me from putting my fist through a wall.”

Patrick sighed. “Have you considered going down to the training room and taking your frustrations out on some sparring or working out?”

Simon perked up at that idea. “I think I will, thank you.”

The training room was large and had a high ceiling. Simon wondered if it was a natural cave or if the bears had dug it out themselves.

Shaking off his thoughts he looked around to see who was around to spar with.

“Hey, Simon.” Jack waved him over. “Looking to spar? My partner just took off on me and I’m at a loose end.”

Simon grinned. “Let me guess, Sally is upset with you again.”

Jacks hangdog expression said it all. Jack was good at doing things to annoy his mate and Sally was fairly easy to antagonize. After watching them bicker and then makeup – Rather ardently – Simon had decided he was glad he was gay. Women were too hard to work out.

They faced off against each other and Jack made the first lunge. Simon ducked and followed up with a hit to jack’s gut. Jack moved so he didn’t take the full hit, but he still was wheezing when they broke apart.

“So, are you and the kitty cat together yet? Or are you still dancing around each other?”

The question threw off Simon’s attention and he hit the ground as Jack connected with his jaw sending him flying.

Simon glared. “That was a low thing to do. And for your information, me and Kitryn are friends, nothing more.”

“Of course you are.” Jack came at him again and he danced away. “I see the looks you send each other when you think the other isn’t looking.”

Simon shook his had and sent three jabs at Jack’s face. “I don’t know what you think you’ve seen, but there is nothing between Kitryn and me other than friendship.” Although Kitryn did have a lovely…No, nope he wasn’t going down that path.

He ducked another jab from Jack and finally sent the bear backward by catching him on the nose. He hooked his keg behinds Jack’s and sent him down to the ground.

The sparring went on until a shout interrupted them. “There you are. Come on, the Elder Vamp has arrived and he’s asking to meet you.”

Simon turned to see Kitryn standing in the doorway. It was time to go and face his future.

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Idioms are Real Game

I was busy this week and so no Wednesday Briefs chapter – but do remember to check out the authors that are writing this week on Wednesday Briefs Website. Instead this week I thought you’d all enjoy a funny short I wrote for @Cia‘s Idiom’s are real game.  We were each given an Idiom and we had to write as though it was real.

My idiom was – Drink like a fish

You should have seen me

“You should have seen me.” Belus spread his arms almost losing his balance on the table he was standing on. “There I was surrounded by no less than five mer-guards. I’d already lost my sword and all I had was a short dagger to fend them off with.

“I feinted to the left.” He suited action to words and knocked someone’s ale over. “But, the one in front of me anticipated it and knocked me down. I got a knee ree to hit him, flipped him off me and got up, just in time to catch another jumping at me. We went back and force with the other four watching and calling out jeers.”

By this time the crowd was laughing at his antics and Belus was jumping from table to table. The tavern was full and Belus was staggering more and more as men plied him with drink to keep his entertaining tales coming.

“I barely escaped with my life and swam back down to the deep caverns to hide out and catch my breath. After I was sure they’d lost interest, I swam back up to try again at getting to the treasure. I got further this time. I got inside the treasure cave.” Belus dropped to a knee in front of a nearby man. “There were piles of gems everywhere. Of every color and size. There were holes in the cave ceiling and light was filtering down and shining on all the walls. Colors blended together to make new ones making a beautiful sight to behold. The lights fell directly onto a throne set in the center of the room. Unfortunately, it was then I realized that the throne was occupied.” Belus made an exaggerated sad face and the crowd laughed. “And that, my friends, is the end of my heroic tale, I ended my adventure in an underwater cell.”

The crowd roared with laughter and Belus slumped onto a bench with another cup of ale.

“How do you come up with all these tales?” one man asked.

Belus smiled. “They’re all the truth. I don’t have to make anything up.”

The man snorted. “Yeah, right, you’re a merman, and you swam to the bottom of the sea to fight with mer-guards? How did you breathe?”

“Like any other sea creature does.”

The man shook his head in disbelief and moved away muttering about crazy storytellers.

Closing came and Belus stumbled out with the other revelers. After making sure he wasn’t being flowed he headed down to the sea and waded in until he was able to dive under the cold waves.

Belus allowed his shift to take him and sighed in relief when the salt water started to soak into his skin and gills.

Soon all the alcohol was purged from his system and he felt ten times better. He swam for a while longer and then headed for home.

“Hey, dad,” He called as he floated into the entrance of a cave.

“In here, son.”

Belus followed the voice until he came into a large cavern and had to shade his eyes against the glare. Reds, oranges, and greens reflected back and force over the walls.

Once his eyes adjusted he lowered his hand and grinned at his father sitting on the largest chair in the room.

“So.” Poseidon smiled as he spoke. “How was your trip inland, my son.”

Belus made himself comfortable on a pile of soft cushions and helped himself to a cup of wine on a nearby table. “You should have seen me. There I was surrounded by men….”

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