MLRPress plan


If I keep my mind on what I’m doing this will be the writing list and the dates I plan to start and finish. I plan on getting them all written, but that doesn’t mean they will all get submitted as I want to pace out the editing factor. Honestly, I don’t mind if i only just get them written because I know I’ll have time in the future to submit the to where they need to go. I’m just enjoying the whole writing process again. I’m going to do everything in my power to stay on track.

The Lines of Marsden 4: The Trail of Red Roses 01/01—08/03

The Lines of Marsden 4.5: On the 12th Day 09/03—05/04

Sons of Evenmore 3: Fear The Scarlet Moon 06/04—03/05

Lancaster’s Way 3: Pre-Loved 04/05—30/05

Lancaster’s Way 4: Riding Fences 31/05—27/06

Lancaster’s Way 5: A Stuart Family Christmas [Ends] 28/06—25/07

Experimentals 3: Messages from the Dead 26/07—22/08

Sons of Evenmore 4: Pieces of You 23/08—19/09

Intended Mates 2: Dancing to the Sounds of Madness 20/09—17/10

Experimentals 4: Movements in the Dark 18/10—14/11

Sons of Evenmore 5: Always Been Yours 15/11—12/12

Sons of Evenmore 6: Touching Shadows [Ends] 13/01—09/01/18

What’s Going On #1

36764_105130762871417_6990716_nI have most of my books through MLRPress, they were the first publishing company to take a chance on me, and I’ll be forever grateful to Laura and the team. Over the next 3 years I plan on finishing: 
The Lines of Marsden (up to Book 6): We’ll follow Michael and his ever-changing family before hand of the story to the next generation. This story takes up a large part of my heart, and yes Doyle is still my favourite character for the first Line. the more I write these books the more I love unravelling the secrets of their lives.
Experimentals: Another story I wrote by accident originally it was supposed to be part of the Mixed Tape anthology, but as per usual with me the story line took off and in the end it had nothing to do with 80’s music. Never the less it is still a story I really enjoyed writing & can’t wait to explore more from the lives of the characters within.
Intended Mates: This is still a new concept to me. I’m still trying to figure out who is who, and where they fit within the story line. pardon the pun─I wasn’t even intending to write this story, but when my editor pitched it to me I couldn’t help but jump on board. I’ll have to do some more planing on this one before I can share, because I can’t tell you what I myself haven’t figured out.
Lancaster’s Way: I should have this series finished by the end of July this year. I know I have been promising to pull my finger out and get it done─now that I’m writing again it’s time to make true on that promise. #3 is Chet & Grady, #4 is Kelly Mac & (I’m still deciding), & #5 we visit Riley’s family in Australia.
Pack Matters & Watson Falls: Here I’m hoping to tell of the beginning background story (or prequels if you will) to Sons of Evenmore: This is another series I’ve been lax on and for that I apologise, but I promise to make up for this over the next 3 years. Hopefully I’ll tie up all the lose ends.
Toowoomba Boys:  #1 of this series was the first story I ever had released and by the time we get to #7 we’ll have come full circle. and have come back to Angelo & Marlowe. I know the wait will be worth it in the end.

Belated Happy New Year

b-rtI have had a busy and somewhat frustrating start to 2017. I’m glad the new year is giving me a fresh start. I have determined what I can realistically work on writing wise this year… = 6K 5 days a week… I need the other 2 days for edits and running errands. Any-hoo this is what I’m going to be working on (written in no particular order).

10259753_695003427211884_6309451945217256490_nFireborn Publishing: 11 (all 40K)

  • HH 3: Going By the Book
  • HH 4: Couples Cover
  • MR 2: I won’t Let You Go
  • MR 3: Something That You Said
  • TDR 2: So Pretty On The Outside
  • TDR 3: Sometimes it Hurts
  • TDR 4: Monsters Like Me
  • TF 2: Craine’s Everlasting Faith M/F
  • TF 3: Drake’s Broken Prophecy
  • TF 4: Finding Arotol’s Destiny M/F
  • TF 5: Maven’s Guardian Angel

36764_105130762871417_6990716_nMLRPress: 13 (1 x 100K/12 x 40K)

  • EX 3: Messages from the Dead
  • EX 4: Movements in the Dark
  • IM 2: Dancing to the Sounds of Madness
  • LW 3: Pre-loved
  • LW 4: Riding Fences
  • LW 5: A Stuart Family Christmas
  • SOE 3: Fear the Scarlet Moon
  • SOE 4: Pieces of You
  • SOE 5: Always Been Yours
  • TLOM4: The Trail of Red Roses
  • TLOM 4.5: On the 12th Day
  • TB 4: Securing the Heart
  • TB 5: Bending the Law 

PRIDE_transparent-3-300x143Pride Publishing: 6 (1 x 100K/ 5 x 40K)

  • WOTG 2: All That Shimmers
  • WOTG 3: Heart Strings
  • WOTG 4: Gilded Cages
  • TCC 3: Because of You
  • HOD 1: Saving Shane
  • HOD 2: Needing Norman 

question-mark-godNot Yet Decided: 6 (all 40 K)

  • QC 1: Meghan’s Way M/F
  • TC 1: Lie To Me
  • SI 1: Claiming Roxby’s Heart
  • MM 1: Jessup’s Retreat
  • TGP 1: Admetus Gaea
  • GOTDB 1: Cullen Arianan


The Lines of Marsden

As I said last week this is the first series I ever thought about publishing for real. I want to take you back to some character inspiration for this series… I only base their looks & not their personalities. I’ll do the main characters and their partners.

1 Michael-King & 2 Benj Marsden (Vampires)

You can tell both are based on Jonathon Rhys Meyers… I just think this man has something about him

1 Doyle Kerwin & 2 Christian Risley-Kincaid (Vampires)

Doyle is based on Paolo Nutini & for the life of my I can’t remember this models name. My daughter tells me it’s Jeremy Defour 

1 Gypsy Marsden (Wearewolf) & 2  Kerr Rooney (Vampire)

Gypsy is based on my daughter Emily & Kerr is Chris Daughtry… Gypsy even has a few personality traits of my daughter as well… In case you’re wondering yes she is that bossy.

 1 Maffa & 2 Jaffa (Mathew & Jasper Farnell-Alpha) (Werewolves)

Both are based on Matt Tuck (Bullet for my Valentine) because they are Emily’s favourite characters and she got to pick the inspiration… so she used her favourite singer.

1 Charm Edwards (Vampire) 


To be honest I have no clue who this person is… but when I was looking for inspiration this is who I found… if anyone knows let me know. I thought it was Kate Beckinsale… but I can’t be sure… As yet Maffa doesn’t have a mate… I’m still deciding whether he’ll be straight or gay.

I guess I’ll figure it out the more I get into writing book 4: The Trail of Red Roses. This story will be more about Benj & Christian… seeing as they really do need to get to know each other all over again.

Venetia1 Venetia Kincaid (Vampire & all round bad chick)

Who is based on Hillary Duff—has already has already found and kidnapped Raphael Marsden. Just so you know we won’t really see him enter back into the story until book 6: And Now You Die… we will actually morph into the lives of the children once we hit the second line… so I won’t go into details of that until I get there.

Back to the first line…

So much has happened to Michael Marsden. He went from a happy go lucky young man into a newly turned vampire. He starts out by hoping that he’ll just die because he doesn’t want to be a vampire. That all goes kaflooey when Doyle & Christian who are trailing Michael decide it’s time to basically kidnap him and bring him home to join the family. That in itself just gives Micahel a whole new set of troubles to deal with.

It son becomes apparent the “Family” have an enemy out there, they need to work together to figure out who it is and how to stop them. The main thing to remember—Assume: makes an ass out of you & me—The family soon learn the were very far from the actual truth.

In book 1: Rules are Meant to be Broken we have some kidnapping, murder, shared dreams, and a couple of fist fights. Michael learns just what it means to be a grown up, and how to deal with whatever life throws at him.

In book 2: Living in Shadows…Michael’s twin sister Gypsy steps up to become a major player. She also gets herself kidnapped by the Eldren… we learn that everyone’s relationships aren’t what they seem and sometimes you have to let go of the people you love the most. Michael also learns “WORDS MATTER” something said in jest has a good probability of coming true whether he wants it to or not ,

In book 3: You Make Me Die in PiecesMichael has to learn just who he is, or more so who he was—who all of them were. When past comes back to bite them in the arse big time. Michael once again has to pull everyone together to get the best outcome for the family, and all the new people who have entered into their lives.

In book 4: The Trail of Red Roses… We delve into the journey of finding the children. First they’ll have t figure out where Doyle in his previous life stashed them. Our journey follow behind Benj & Christian as they do some soul searching while tracking down the lost children.

In book 4.5: On the 12th Day…this is a short novella which takes us away from the family and back to England to Asher’s Coven where we will spend Christmas with all the magic and love that is associated with that special time of year.

In book 5: Love You, Hate You, Need YouMaffa gets sent out to help to search for the missing shifter pack members. along the way he finds and falls in love with someone (as I said I’m not sure yet who so I don’t really know what’ll happen in this story)

In book 6: And Now You DieVenetia is back in the story and everything the family has been fighting for culminates in one god-almighty fight where there can only be one winner… Good verses Evil. Venetia has to die—but by who’s hand?



36764_105130762871417_6990716_nMLRPress is the first publishing house that I submitted to, and after a rough first submission (meaning my story The Lines of Marsden 1: Rules Are Meant To Be Broken got lost somewhere in the internet world). Though, thankfully we got it all worked out and I became a published author… mind you, my first book to be released was Toowoomba Boys 1: Angels on Top.

This is what I have coming up next with MLRPress:

1- Experimentals 3: Messages from the Dead

2- Intended Mates 2: Dancing To the Sounds of Madness

3- Lancaster’s Way 3: Pre-loved

4- Sons of Evenmore 3: Fear The Scarlet Moon

5- The Lines of Marsden 4: The Trail of Red Roses

6- Toowoomba Boys 4: Securing The Heart

I also have a few others I have in mind for submitting to the publisher. Each week in this publisher spot I will be talking about my series… whether it’s talking character, settings, back story, story to come, and so on.

I would recommending submitting to MLRPress… Give yourself a chance to become part of a wonderful team. I have a wonderful editor: Christie N, who must be wondering what the hell happened to me—not really—as I let her know what was happening in my life.

Next week: I’ll be talking about The Lines Of Marsden… the series that had me stepping into the world of being a published author. You will be able to ask me any questions and I’ll answer them as best as I can.

Inspiration For Me

20151022_083954People think I’m weird… I can’t even say they’re wrong. I know most authors—well some authors feel exactly the same way. I always carry a notebook and pens with me wherever I go. I’m the one you see having a cuppa at the mall jotting down notes like my life depended on it. And to top it all off I never seem to throw the books away once they are full. Even after I transfer everything onto my computer I store them in archive boxes. I always date when I write notes down… as if it’s proof that this is what I did on a certain day, and I own these notes/story ideas.

Sometimes I can’t even enjoy listening to music as I’m always listing to words or a phrase that will jump out at me and inspire me to write my own version… it may have nothing to do with the actual song itself, but those few extraordinary words take up room inside my head space until I put them to good use.

Take today for instance I was listening to Nickleback in the car and there are just certain songs of theirs that just make me want to pull out The Lines of Marsden and write. I don’t even know why to me Nickleback is Michael Marsden & Doyle Kerwin. Or why Bullet for my Valentine makes me automatically think of my series Experimentals. Why Chris Daughtry makes me hunger to write The Diamond Rose series. Or why Shinedown makes me think or The Connelly Chronicles.

The truth is I don’t even listen to music when I write. I like it to be nice and quiet. Yet I still find inspiration in the things I see and the things I listen to. I also love watching people in case I need to use them as a character in my stories.

Brainstorming… Well Kind Of

WIPSOkay, the truth is I have just written out a list of every book that comes next in my series for: Fireborn Publishing… MLRPress… Pride Publishing… all in all there are 12. Mind you, for Pride before I do the next The Connelly Chronicles I’ll be finishing up all the Wardens of the Guild books…They are as follows:


1- Hidden Hearts 3: Going By the Book

2- Moon Runners 2: I Won’t Let You Go

3- The Diamond Rose 2: So Pretty On The Outside

4- The Freedomers 2: Craine’s Everlasting Faith



5- Experimentals 3: Messages from the Dead

6- Intended Mates 2: Dancing To the Sounds of Madness

7- Lancaster’s Way 3: Pre-loved

8- Sons of Evenmore 3: Fear The Scarlet Moon

9- The Lines of Marsden 4: The Trail of Red Roses

10- Toowoomba Boys 4: Securing The Heart


Pride Publishing

11- The Connelly Chronicles 3: Because of You

12- Wardens of the Guild 2: All that Shimmers

End Of The Year Stories

WIPSI have 6 months and this means I will probably write between 6 & 9 novellas (Barring any family distractions) so to be on the safe side I’m going to aim for 6. I think it’s better to play it safer than to fail miserably at the end. I know that novella length stories will be easier to manage than a full-on novel.

Here is a tentative list of what they’ll be…

  1. Wardens of the Guild 2: All That Shimmers
  2. Wardens of the Guild 3: Heart Strings
  3. Wardens of the Guild 4: Gilded Cages
  4. Sons of Evenmore 3: Fear The Scarlet Moon
  5. Moon Runners 2: I Won’t Let You Go
  6. The Diamond Rose 2: So Pretty On The Outside.

The 3  possible extras will be…

  1. Experimentals 3: Messages From The Dead
  2. Lancaster’s Way 3: Pre-loved
  3. The Freedomers 2: Craine’s Everlasting Faith

OUT NOW ~ Lay Your Body Down


Publisher: MLRPress

Release Date: 13 May



It’s funny how one small circumstance of being in the wrong place at the wrong time can fuck up the life you had.

Odin James’s world changed forever when he witnessed his best friend being murdered. The people he thought were meant to protect him may just be working for the man who wants him dead. Trust doesn’t come easy—throw a mate into the mix and everything suddenly slides out of control.

Tom Wylie is the beta of his pack. When his alpha requests he take a police witness and keep him safe, Tom doesn’t know what he’s getting into. One sniff of the man, and he knows Odin is his mate. Protecting Odin from the bad shit after him is a given.

Life gets complicated when they realise things aren’t what they seem. Odin isn’t as human as he believed, and his birthright wants him dead. With the help of Tom’s pack, will Odin and Tom beat the odds thrown at them, and come out on top, or will evil win?


Chapter One

  Fear had such a rancid scent. It was a smell Odin James had become very familiar with over the last several months. Every time he let his guard down for a fraction of a second his nightmares came flooding back to swamp him. His nights were never peaceful, and now even his days were sliding down the shit chute to hell. Nearly seven months had passed since his world had imploded. People he thought were his friends were no longer in his life, and weirdly those he’d never even considered close friends were the ones still standing by his side. It’s funny how quickly things can change. How one small circumstance of being in the wrong place at the wrong time could fuck up the life you had.

  Nowhere was safe anymore. Odin couldn’t go home, and the police were at a loss with what to do with him. Every other witness to the murder of Sebastian Norris was either dead or hiding so far underground they were never going to be found. For the last five days, he’d been staying in police custody in a supposed safe house. That was until an hour ago when the station rang and told them their whereabouts had been disclosed. Woke them in the dead of night to tell them it was time to run again and disappear. Odin hoped things got back to normal soon.

  “Don’t worry, son. We’ll find you someplace new to hole up for a while. We’re not going to hang around here waiting for them to come and get you.” Patric Charles was the older of his two babysitters at the moment. Okay, so maybe he was only in his late fifties or early sixties, but compared to Odin’s own twenty-two years it was like a lifetime away. Patric was on loan to the police from the FBI, and right now he was Odin’s very last hope.

  After they had woken the day before, Patric had been making calls to someone outside of law enforcement. When Odin had asked he was just told it was a family friend who lived off the grid. Someone that had a place he could take Odin to for safekeeping. To be honest, Odin wasn’t sure if this was a good idea or not, because according to Patric they were going to be breaking protocol and pissing off everyone along the chain of command. But at least Odin would be protected, and more importantly he’d be still alive to be able to testify at the trial of Warren Mortimer.

  Odin fought hard to keep his mind from going back to the night he’d hauled arse all those months ago and went to the police about what he’d seen. One minute, he and Sebastian had been walking home from the night club and the next Bas had been lying dead in a pool of blood at his feet. Odin had looked up long enough to see Warren Mortimer sitting in the backseat of a Jag, pointing a gun at Odin’s friend. The man had snarled, and Odin had known it was time to get the hell out of there. He’d hated leaving Bas on the ground, but the hole in his forehead said his friend was dead.

  Odin had run. The sound of a gun firing had made him run faster. He’d crawled into a hotel dumpster and hid. He had called the police to tell them what had happened, and then he’d waited, hoping like hell the police would find him before Warren Mortimer did. Mind you, back then he’d had no clue who the guy was. Mortimer had just been the person that had shot and killed his best friend.

  It felt like hours had passed until someone had come to get him. The smell of the garbage he’d been sitting in had enough time to permanently bond with his clothing and skin. When the lid of the dumpster had opened and a uniformed cop was standing there, Odin had sighed in relief before bursting into tears as the whole evening came crashing back on him.

  Odin came out of his flashback when Patric placed a hand on his arm and spoke. “Odin, it’s time to move.”

  “Where are we going?”

  Patric guided him out through the kitchen and into the garage. It wasn’t until Patric had unlocked the door out into the side yard that he realised they weren’t taking the car. His fear tripled as Patric led the way to the back of the property and into the adjoining Golden Club Resort.

  “What’s happening, Patric? Where are you taking me?” Odin whispered. He was too scared to talk any louder in case someone was already out here in the darkness watching them.

  “Hush now, before you alert everyone to the fact we are trying to sneak away.” Patric gave his hand a tug and headed further away from the safe house.

  Odin jumped at every noise he heard as he followed Patric around the boundary of the resort. When they got to the car park, Odin dug his feet in. There was someone standing there waiting for them. Someone he didn’t know, but by the way Patric yanked him forward the man was a friendly, or at least Odin hoped he was.

  “Is this him?”

  The growl in the deep voice scared the shit out of Odin. What if he’d been wrong about Patric? What if Patric was the one who had leaked his location?

  “Yeah, this is Odin. Odin James, I’d like you to meet a good friend of mine, Tom Wylie. He’s the son of one of my former work partners. I promise you this, Tom will keep you well hidden.”

  Odin stared at the bear of a man and didn’t know what to think. Tom on the other hand appeared to be giving him the once over and finding him lacking in some way. How was he supposed to trust someone who for all intents and purposes he didn’t know? Then again, he had trusted the police and look where it had gotten him. Taking a deep breath to fortify his nerves, Odin held out his hand. “Hello.”

  For a moment, he wasn’t sure Tom was going to respond. He wasn’t prepared for the shot of electricity that flowed through him the instant their hands met. There was something primal about the other man, and it terrified Odin beyond belief.

  “We need to move. We’ve been standing here for far too long,” Tom growled at him, and then added to Patric, “I’ll be off the grid. Contact me the way you would Dad, and I’ll eventually get the message.”

  Odin gasped as Tom took a hold of his upper arm and walked him toward a huge SUV. He was even more shocked when Tom opened the passenger door and lifted Odin into the seat like he was a sack of groceries. He bit his lip to keep from lashing out, because if he believed Patric—and seriously he needed to believe in someone—Tom was going to be his bodyguard for the foreseeable future. The truth was he was too scared to do anything to piss the man off in case he dropped him by the roadside to fend for himself. It’d be just his luck.

  I can do this. I can put my trust in a stranger. Who am I kidding? I just want my life to go back to normal. After buckling in, Odin moved as close to the door as he could. He tried to put as much distance between himself and Tom as he could, but as big as Tom was there wasn’t much room left. His grip on his seatbelt tightened as Tom started the ignition and began driving. The overwhelming silence between them was rattling Odin’s nerves, but he wasn’t going to be the one to break it.

  A little over thirty minutes had passed before Tom spoke gruffly. “You don’t say much do you? Don’t you have a ton of questions you want to ask?”

  “Would you answer them if I did?”

  The deep chuckle filling the interior of the car was akin to a low rumble of thunder and Odin felt it vibrate against his body. “Now that’d depend on the question,” Tom said, and Odin couldn’t work out if he was joking or not.

  “Can I ask where you’re taking me?” Odin asked.

Tom was quiet for a moment, and then said, “I’m taking you to a place no one but myself knows about. Not even my family. Basically, I’m taking you off the grid.”

  “Are you in the armed forces?” The way Tom talked Odin knew he wasn’t just an average everyday man.

  “No. I used to be, but I can’t talk about what branch. Suffice to say, I’m very good at what I do.”

  Odin shuddered. “Am I safe with you?”

  “Safer than you were with the police. They have rules to follow—I don’t.”

  He voiced another thought going through his mind. “Are you human?”

  The way Tom’s hands squeezed the steering wheel Odin guessed he’d hit a sore point. Again he didn’t think Tom would answer, and was surprised when he did. “I was once, but now I’m not.” There was an underlying sadness to his words and Odin felt bad for bringing up the topic.

  Nearly a hundred and eighty years ago, all hell had broken loose when the human populace had discovered they weren’t the only sentient creatures on the planet. Most people had panicked, and mob mentality had ruled as they sought to destroy anyone determined to be preternatural. Personally, Odin thought the humans were all idiots, and had taken the wrong approach. Instead of starting an interspecies war, they should have realised the preternaturals were the same people they’d always been. When he met new people, Odin usually never asked what species they were. If it was important the other person would let him know.

  “Aren’t you going to ask what breed I am?” Tom asked.

  Odin shook his head. “It’s none of my business. Patric told me you were a good person, and he trusted you to keep me safe. I’m willing to do the same.”

  “You’d be the first. Most people shun me when they find out.”

  “Even your family?” Odin asked.

  Bitterness edged Tom’s words. “They were the worst of all. If it wasn’t for Patric, I’d have no family left. Even then, it cost him his friendship and work partnership with my father.”

  “Sometimes people are idiots, even if they are family. My family hasn’t spoken to me since I was nine years old.” Odin bit his lip to keep from revealing more than he should. Not everyone needed to know his life history, but if Tom asked he knew he’d be truthful.


  Weighing the pros and cons of telling the whole truth right now, or waiting until Tom had them both safely tucked away, warred within him. In the end, his soul told him he’d just better man up and get it over and done with. “I’m gay. My family is very religious. Luc, my father is very high up in the community, and I apparently no longer fit into his perfect family.”

 “Like you said. Some people are idiots.”

 Odin flashed Tom a grin. “I wish everyone thought our way.” The sky outside the window was beginning to lighten. “Do we have far to go?”

 “Not much farther today. I have an out of the way place to hole up until nightfall and then we’ll make the next leg of the journey.”

  “I hope they don’t find me. I’d hate to bring trouble knocking on your door.”

  Tom winked at him. “They’d have to find the bloody door first.”

  There was definitely something rugged about the man which made Odin think wolf. He was dying to know what kind of preternatural creature he was, but knew it had to be Tom’s choice to reveal it, or not. “Not to be a pain in the arse, but I need to pee.”

  “You’ll have to be quick about it. I want to be off the road before it’s fully light,” Tom said as he turned into a side track and stopped the vehicle.

  They were out in the bush, so Odin made short work of the pit stop knowing no one would see his junk swinging in the breeze as he stood beside the car and relieved himself, though he was a little self-conscious with Tom being only a few feet away. He swore he could feel Tom’s gaze on him but was too chicken shit to turn around and find out if he was correct. When he was done, he zipped up and quickly got back in the car. He wasn’t even fully buckled in before Tom was already pulling back onto the main road.

  Odin yawned, and then was immediately embarrassed when Tom chuckled softly. “Why don’t you get some shut eye? I’ll wake you up when we get there.”

  “I’m okay. I just haven’t been getting much sleep lately. Every time I close my eyes I keep seeing my friend being gunned down in front of me. To be honest, I’m too scared to sleep.”

  “Trust me, if you don’t start looking after yourself and trying to sleep, you’ll burn out.”

  With the way he spoke, Odin wondered what had nearly burnt Tom out. Whatever it was, he must have gotten over it or at least worked out how to cope as he was a picture of perfect health. “I try, I really do, but then I wake up terrified, because I know I’m next on Warren Mortimer’s list. I don’t know why he killed my friend. All I know for sure is he’s after me because I saw him with the gun in his hand. I know he did it.”

  “He won’t get you. I’ll keep you safe.”

  “And what if you can’t? The police couldn’t, and apparently neither could the FBI.” Panic swamped Odin as he started to hyperventilate. The sad part was he didn’t know how to stop it from happening.

  “Deep breaths.” Tom reached across and squeezed his thigh. “You’re safe with me.”

  A violent shiver tore through him as he tried to do what Tom asked. “You just don’t want me to puke in your expensive car.”

  “Well, there’s that too.” Tom grinned and as weird as it was Odin was grateful Tom kept his palm firmly pressed to his thigh as if anchoring him in the here and now.

  “I’m not going to puke. I’m just freaking out. Seven months ago, one night changed my whole world. I lost my best and dearest friend and found myself on the run when some arsehole called a hunt on me. Warren Mortimer isn’t going to let me live long enough for his case to go to trial. Every night, I pray for time to turn backward so I can have a do-over. I wish I could make it so that night never happened at all. That way Bas would still be alive, life would be normal, and you wouldn’t have to be stuck babysitting me.” Taking a deep breath, he added, “And yes, in case you’re wondering, I do have a tendency to babble when I’m in the process of having a panic attack.”