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and prayers go out to the soldiers and their families at Fort Hood, Texas. So terrible and unfortunate.
I hope you all have a great Friday and a wonderful weekend.
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His Heart's Home is done, for the most part. Just have to go back over for a quick edit and write up the synopsis. Then it's off to Liquid Silver. Woo-hoo!Labels: Death or Life, Eye Candy, His Heart's Home, Mars Assassin, Not Seeing is Believing

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Hey, here's the cover for With This Ring. I forgot to share it last week when it showed up on Samhain's coming soon page. :) Isn't it awesome? The marvelous Tuesday Dube did it.The end of the year is the start of a whole new beginning…
A Tabloid Star story.
Josh Bauer and Ryan Kellar sweated through a turbulent start to their relationship. Now that they’ve embarked on a life together, filled with family friends—and each other—Ryan’s suffering sweaty palms again. For an entirely different reason.
It’s not the heat they generate every time they’re alone together. It’s not even the crush of people at Josh’s jam-packed birthday party. It’s the birthday present Ryan’s carrying in his jeans pocket. The one that could make him the happiest man in the world, come New Year’s Eve.
If Josh says “yes”…
Warning: Hot guy on guy sex. A happily married couple and a rocking New Year’s Eve party guaranteed to keep you up all night.
Also, I worked on His Heart's Home yesterday, so I'm getting closer to finishing that one. After HHH is finished, I'll be writing a short Vampire story and working on JT's story (Tyler's brother from Bound by Love) So two cowboys in a row...woo-hoo!
I hope everyone has a great Monday. :)
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Bastet copyright c. 2009 T.A. Chase
Part Four-
The darkest hour of night hung like a dark velvet curtain over Cambridge and Bastet stood in the doorway of Kellan’s bedroom, studying the younger man. Kellan curled on his side, embracing a pillow tight to his chest. A frown marred Kellan’s forehead and Bastet wondered if he was dreaming. What dreams could a man like Kellan have? They couldn’t be as bad as Bastet’s were when he allowed himself to sleep.
Turning away from the tempting sight, Bastet strolled to the dining room where Kellan had left his laptop up and running. He sat and stared at the screen for a screen. Technology had changed so much during Bastet’s time. He remembered how magical electricity seemed when it arrived to light streets and parlors. Then the telephone and television. Now people didn’t even have to leave their houses if they didn’t want to. A computer brought the world to them without them having to lift a finger.
He shook his head. He was hesitating, simply because he didn’t want to invade Kellan’s privacy. He spent the evening prowling Kellan’s apartment and investigated every nook and cranny.
Nothing showed up to make him think Sterling had found Kellan yet, but it was only a matter of time before the man would come looking for Kellan, especially if Kellan really did find something about the Earth Warriors.
After letting him in, Kellan spent most of the night typing and mumbling to himself while shuffling through some papers. Bastet left him alone, knowing he’d be able to go through Kellan’s stuff after he’d gone to bed.
Jiggling the mouse, Bastet ‘woke’ the computer and brought the files for Kellan’s dissertation. He scanned through most of them. It was an interesting topic, but he didn’t have time to read it. There was one specific item he looked for.
“Ah-ha. Got it.”
He read the short paragraph. Kellan had noted that he’d been searching for more information on a different Egyptian cult when he came across a one sentence mention to an even more mysterious cult called the Earth Warriors.
“I have read vague references to a cult of immortal warriors charged by the Egyptian gods to protect the earth from destruction. Having those references supported by another source makes me believe it might be more than rumor. I’ll set up an appointment with Professor Balla to discuss this new direction in my research,” Bastet read aloud.
Shit. He and his brothers thought they had gotten all the books that might have mentioned them, even in passing, but it looks like there might be more out there. Well, there were scrolls and tablets hidden deep in the archives in Egypt and in Rome, but no one, not even Sterling, had discovered those yet.
Anubis’s suggestion that they burn everything ran through Bastet’s mind. It had been good advice, except Isis and Amun couldn’t bring themselves to destroy precious knowledge, even if they didn’t want anyone else to have it.
After clicking on Kellan’s internet connection, Bastet waited for the browser to load. He drummed his fingers on the table, eyes narrowed as he gazed out the window into the night. What to do about Kellan? The bright young man might be persistent enough to dig up more information and lead Sterling to the spell. That couldn’t happen, no matter how attached Bastet had become to Kellan over the months he’d watched him.
The browser opened and he checked the history along with Kellan’s bookmarks. There was an Egyptian history forum listed, so Bastet clicked on that. When the page appeared, his heart sank. Kellan had posted a question, asking anyone on the forum if they’d heard about the Earth Warriors.
The forum was one of many Sterling had set up to keep abreast of current Egyptian finds and news. Sterling had to know by now that Kellan was asking questions. The man might think Kellan knew more than he was saying.
“Not good,” he whispered, fighting the urge to bundle Kellan up and cart him off to someplace safe.
He snorted. There wasn’t anywhere safe from Sterling or the man’s money. If he wanted Kellan found, he would find him, no matter where Bastet and his brothers hid him. All that could be done now was to protect Kellan as best they could. Maybe they could use Kellan’s research as bait, luring Sterling out of his shadow world and they could end his threat once and for all.
Using Kellan as bait wasn’t to Bastet’s liking, but over the centuries, he’d learned to do what needed to be done without worrying about the consequences. His mission was the most important thing, and the continued secrecy of the Warriors. His inner cat agreed with that sentiment, but Bastet’s human side balked at causing Kellan any harm.
Bastet shut the laptop off and wandered back to Kellan’s bedroom. He shifted, jumped up on the bed, and curled up next to Kellan’s head on the pillow. He rubbed his chin along Kellan’s jaw before resting his head on his paws and closing his eyes. The morning would come soon enough. He would talk to his brothers and their decision could change the course of Kellan’s life.
* * * * *
“Sir, there was a development in that matter you told me to keep an eye on.”
Sterling glanced up from the inventory sheets he’d been going over. “Which matter?”
One of his assistants shifted from foot to foot. “The Egyptian one, sir.”
He held out two sheets of paper and Sterling gestured for him to leave them on his desk.
“Thank you.”
Dismissed, the assistant practically ran from the room. None of the people who worked for Sterling relished having to deal with him and Sterling wanted it to stay that way. They meant nothing to him and he would get rid of them soon enough.
He picked up the papers and read them, a cruel smile curling his lips. Shooting to his feet, he dropped the papers and moved to the windows.
The Paris skyline shone like Christmas lights, bright and twinkling. Finally, someone might have found what Sterling was looking for. His hands shook with excitement, but he didn’t let himself hope too much. Too many failures lent a jaded air to his emotions.
The cell phone in his pocket rang.
“Sterling,” he barked.
“Sir, you needed me?”
How did the man know when Sterling had a job for him? Sterling had just thought about the man two seconds before the phone rang.
“Yes. I want you to go to Cambridge, Massachusetts, and find out all you can about a Kellan Largant. He’s a graduate student at Harvard.”
“Yes, sir, and when I do, what do you want me to do?”
The cold voice skated over Sterling’s spine and if he had understood what fear felt like, he would have been drowning in it. The man on the other end of the line was a monster, Sterling had no doubt of that.
“At the moment, just gather the information for me. I’ll make a decision after I’m better informed.”
“Certainly, sir. I’ll call you when I have what you want.”
The phone went dead and Sterling shook his head, tossing it on the desk. A power surge darkened the city for a moment and Sterling grinned. Was that a sign of things to come?
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