Born on a black Monday, KC Riley-Gyer is a 45 year old who has worked as mechanic, in a book shop and in an IT company. Her interest in computers also led her to do volunteer teaching online within the graphics community. Her internet time also sparked her interest in puzzle based games, graphics and internet communities based around her pastimes. She is an avid reader and a cat lover.
Well, enough of the blurb from the back of her first book. Seriously though.
Back in 1967 KC was born on the morning of a black Monday on the Sunshine Coast north of Brisbane, Queensland, Australia. She is the eldest of two brothers and two half brothers, and her parents were (before retiring) typical Aussie hard workers. KC is the first to admit that her life growing up was nothing special with the usual ups and downs but can claim she never broke a bone in her body until she was 34 years old. She had the usual pets of cats, dogs and budgies, but can’t recall any fish. While a lover of all animals (except annoyingly yappy small dogs, she laughingly comments), she especially loves german sheppards, samoyed, wolves and the majority of the cats large and small.
Apart from her love of animals, the one thing she does remember – and still a large part of her life today – is her love of books. She still has her copies of ‘Dot and the Kangaroo’ and ‘Snugglepot and Cuddlepie’ she had received between the ages of 5 and 9. These days KC limits her buying of books due to so many of her favourites being part of a series. She hasn’t been that successful. Much to her amused annoyance.
Her Books: THE UNNATURALS OF BRISBANE SERIES
Book 1 –
An evening at a night club went horribly wrong for Enola. From a prank by her workmates to being kidnapped by a man she soon discovers to be a vampire. Refusing to kill her, he drags her with him and it soon becomes obvious he is being hunted. By who and what does he want with her? Will he kill her or fall for his charms as the chase continues?
Looking like the ‘girl next door’, Sonja works in an advertising company; until her second job demands her attention. Then, she is anything but the ‘girl next door’. Accepting a job with very little details, her reconnaissance finds her embroiled in vampire politics when her mark turns out to be one of the good guys. Maybe. Assigned to kill a major player, Sonja must decide between completing an assignment or follow her heart; not just because she is attracted to her mark but for humanity’s sake.
Enola and Sonja are from different sides of life but their paths cross when each of them meet the men of their dreams in two separate events. Or are they? The only hitch is the men are vampires and they drag the two women into a situation that could lead to a battle of control over the capital city of Queensland. Have the two women chosen the right side? Only time will tell.
Well, I’d set myself up for it yet again and shook my head at my own stupidity as I wondered when would I learn. What was that saying about me? ‘Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me’, and this was the second time.
This time round I’d been left standing on the crowded dance floor of the night club all alone. It wasn’t the first time my co-workers – they’re called co-workers because work mates don’t treat their friends like that – had done such a thing to me; however, it was certainly going to be the last as far as I was concerned. What of a waste of a Friday night, and it was my own fault.
The first time was over a year ago when the nine of them had invited me out to dinner; to even out the numbers they’d said. I’d accepted in the effort of not being so shy and make friends. We sat there, ate dinner, made useless small talk as they’d never asked any true questions. Whenever I did they gave nonsense responses back. Once the food had been eaten they then started disappearing in twos and threes only to have left me with a two hundred plus dollar expense instead of fifteen to twenty, which would have been my share.
What they’d done to me kept them amused for the following week or more.
The second time, and definitely the last, they invited me out to the night club to go dancing with them…
“We’re all going to the new dance club on Newmarket Road tonight. We’ve been there before and it has great atmosphere, reasonable drinks, some food and music. Why don’t you join us? We’ll arrive at ten, dance for a few hours, and have a drink or two. It’ll be fun.” One co-worker said.
“Yeah, come on. The only expense is the entry fee and one round of drinks each if you have something to eat before coming out and then dancing the night away.” Encouraged two others.
“Oh yeah, and don’t forget the all the cuties looking for a good time.” Piped up a fourth.
“Oh definitely can’t forget those. Come on, say yes, you’ll enjoy yourself.” The rest urged.
Suffice to say I said sure. Stupid me.
The arrangement was that we would meet at the club. So, I went home and spent the early part of the evening having dinner then finding light-weight filmy clothing where the layers would look good. I didn’t have anything in the way of clubbing clothes but I did have some wonderful gauzy fabrics which were styled and of colours that went well together.
I’d decided to go with black tights which had metallic/silver-like flecks throughout and a silver long sleeved shimmery lycra top which came down to mid-thighs at the bottom hem’s highest point with the longest just below my knees off to one side and a straight cut neckline. While over the top of that a glittering medium to dark blue long sleeved semi lose lace over top that was turtle-necked in style and came down to mid-calf with scalloped hems at the bottom and on the sleeves.
It was the best I could do; with a couple of other layers underneath on the top half of me. With a finishing touch of black velvet ten centimetre heeled knee-high pirate boots and a touch of make-up and I was done.
After catching a taxi I arrived at the club at ten that night. Since I barely went anywhere, I had the money to splurge on a taxi to and from the night club. However, it was a good thing that I did because it was pouring rain when I walked out to the footpath. The street lights glittered off every wet surface possible and the trip to the club was slow.
My co-workers were waiting for me just outside the front doors, like they’d said. Not long after that we’d paid our twenty dollar entry fee and were all dancing near the bar after I’d bought the first round of drinks; my first clue that I didn’t pick up on. The place was full of dark walls and dark décor with the lights down low and occasionally strobing to the loudly pounding music. Because of the low lighting I had no way of working out what colour the décor was.
I didn’t know how long we had been dancing for when, as before, they were subtle in their disappearances by letting the dancing crowd swallow them up and just not come back; the second clue I didn’t pick up on. By the time I did notice it was too late. Oh, and my round of drinks had been the first and only round bought, so I was the only one down by almost a hundred dollars; not including the entrance fee.
Falling for the prank a second time I guessed I deserved what I got, but that hadn’t stopped it from hurting.
© KC Riley-Gyer 2012
Book 2 –
Changes in Degrees
After the death of her husband in an accident that left her with a permanent disability, Sarah’s existence becomes a little less mundane when two men enter her sights during different stages of her life. One a man of mystery who waltzes in and out of her life, and one from fiction-come-reality who doesn’t hide his feelings for her. Both vastly different yet both predators and she is attracted to them both. However, each of the men bring their own challenges into her life and to her beliefs. Whom will she choose as each, in their own ways, bring changes in degrees?
“Funny thing about changes happening in one’s life is you never know if it’s going to be good or bad until it happens. Can’t say, at the age of 23, that I’ve had any good changes lately, not that there’s much I can do about it. Once given, the changes can’t be returned like an unwanted gift, there will always be losses and/or revelations accompanying those changes. All one can do is the best with what one is dealt with.” – Sarah
“Changes. One may not have a choice in receiving them, but they can be anything one makes of them and this particular one was certainly interesting. It may not have started out that way during those first few moments, and I while may have fought against it, but it certainly became interesting.” – Kaelan
It was a sunny and brisk winter’s day and it was a perfect day to play now that he and his men were on leave. While the kiosk was playing some music which barely registered to him, he was leaning against the Jeep waiting for the rest of his players to turn up. He surveyed the area, sizing up the various people who came to play: the wannabes – more danger to themselves than to anyone else, the possible threats who obviously knew enough to hit only their intended targets and not everything else, and the kids wanting to have fun. However, pretty much all of them ignorable. Until.
He first saw her at the paintball range as she hobbled from the ladies rest room and everything else around him was momentarily forgotten. He watched her walk towards him, her head down with the occasional glance up as if to make sure she was on track to her destination.
A slightly overweight young woman, standing 156cm tall, in her mid to late teens – early twenties maybe – leant heavily on her darkly painted metal adjustable walking stick. Then she slowly veered to her right towards the picnic tables. She was dressed in a navy blue simple heavy cotton dress with little purple and red flowers and black open toed slip on shoes.
‘Her feet must be freezing.’ The trivial thought caught him by surprise. Deciding to ignore the thought, he continued his inspection of her.
Her dull dark brown hair was tied back away from her face with a thin layer acting as a wispy fringe partially covering her forehead. Even though her hair was tied back he could see it was long, past her shoulder blades. Despite its length there didn’t seem to be much of it, as in not thick. The one thing which saved her hair from being bland, in his opinion, was the faint red highlights that shimmered occasionally in the sunlight as she walked.
Regardless of her weight and dull looking hair, her face was cute in a plain sort of way even though it was etched with pain at that point in time. She wore no makeup as if, maybe, she didn’t care about how people perceived her and, strangely for him, it added a level of attractiveness to her. He hadn’t realised that could attract his attention.
Letting his eyes travel slowly down her body – while he could see she was over-weight the dress fitted her well and showed off the potential for a reasonable figure – he noted her left hand clenched, emphasising the pain he was seeing in her face. Then, he continued down her legs to her feet.
‘There’s the problem. She’s obviously been in an accident of some sort, maybe recently. Her feet don’t sit flat anymore.’
However, while she was wearing shoes, he realised one would have to really look at her feet to notice the problem with them. He noted the weight seemed to be on her heels and on the outer side edges of her feet, and that they turned in slightly. A few of the toes on her right foot were partially clawed and it looked to be permanent.
‘With some nerve damage perhaps, in some way.’
He continued watching. Noting the way she walked with the walking stick suggested her left ankle was worse than her right. Her right leg carried most of her weight as she walked even though she tried adjusting her weight distribution every now and then. Her knee bending and foot lifting were exaggerated as she walked, her feet barely moved in relation to her legs compared to the average person.
‘It would seem she has lost some mobility, flexion, to her ankles.’
In checking her over, he realised she was no threat. She was out of condition – the effort of walking from the ladies to her destination left her sweating despite being winter. Disabled and definitely feminine in her ways, she looked like she didn’t know how to fight back. The young woman was a victim, not a predator. With that assessment he had every intention of dismissing her from mind and sight, but.
Watching her, she joined five other people at one of the tables nearby. He had just started to look away when their eyes locked briefly. Her hand paused in mid motion of taking her drink to her lips. Her lips, minutely parted, were a little pale but looked rather nice with a noticeable cupid’s bow on her upper lip. Now she was close enough he could see them better. Then he noticed the flush creeping across her cheeks.
The six of them were sitting at a table near the kiosk, just an open shed serving basic food and drink with a few picnic tables and bench seats, when she saw him and held her breath. She couldn’t stop staring at him. As far as she was concerned the clear cool June winter’s day had just become a little warmer for her. As if it was planned, to her way of thinking, out of the speakers of the kiosk played the song ‘Breathless’ by The Corrs, and that was the effect he had on her when she caught sight of him.
Judging his height against the white Jeep Grand Cherokee at his back, which he was leaning against, she guessed he was over 185cm tall, give or take a centimetre or more. Unfortunately, judging height and distance weren’t her strong points. His skin seemed like it could be naturally fair, but appeared to be lightly tanned. His sandy brown hair, with gingery highlights, was short cropped with it slightly longer over the forehead, but not too long as to get into his eyes.
© KC Riley-Gyer 2013
Via Website: http://www.kcrileygyer.com/
“Just when one thinks things are going the way one wants them to, something happens and changes the way one looks at, and deals with, things. I guess my choice of lifestyle became the framework for how I react to situations I find myself in; and this is no different. No matter what path one chooses, changes always happen, these changes affect one’s choices and thus one’s sense of justice.” – Kaelan.
It had been four hours since he had walked out of her life for the second time since she’d met him. Two days ago, when she woke up, she had thought the New Year was off to a good start. Today she didn’t want to know about it. There were still almost eleven months left. She hoped it would improve as time went by, but doubted it would. Not now.
Having had next to no sleep during the past two days, since he had told her the hit was a go, she sat at his kitchen table, in his house and she was stuck there. He had all her stuff packed and moved to his house, and the apartment she used to rent was now occupied by someone else. It was still too emotional for her to even think about the house Brandi and Abel had left her in their will; let alone actually go to it. Not only that, but he had set up a new building on his property just for her. Her very own nail bar home business.
‘Damn it, but I have to admit that he did a wonderful job in setting it all up with its own driveway and little car park. At first, I had thought he had just organised its construction, but I saw him working with the other men. Some of whom I recognised; like Scott and Zac. Who could have foreseen this latest particular problem of mine when agreeing to stay in his house.’
Deciding life must go on, she had dragged herself out of bed since she couldn’t sleep. Sitting in her usual spot at the table she stared out the window looking at the bushland and the rain, which was a constant drizzle with everything looking grey. The weather suited her mood; miserable and bleak. With her hands wrapped around her cup of tea, she was building up the courage to pick up the phone to call Antonio. She had to do it. She had no choice. Neither she nor Kaelan had known that the rogue hunters, who had murdered her friends and had attempted to kill her at the end of October last year, had had a therian with them. As a result, neither she nor Kaelan had been armed with silver ammunition when the therian had attacked her. Only him being well armed, had used a shotgun to blow the therian to smithereens, had prevented her from dying.
Since she was back in his house, he obviously succeeded. To a point. There was less than two weeks to go till the next full moon and that didn’t leave much time to learn things before the first change. She sighed, knowing she couldn’t put it off any longer, stood up and headed into the kitchen. Rinsing her cup out, she then grabbed the phone and called Antonio.
“Hello, Antonio here.” A chirpy Italian male voice answered.
“Hi Antonio. It’s Sarah.” She greeted hesitantly.
“SARAH! Shit Luv where the hell have you been.?”
“I.” She didn’t get the chance to say anything more.
“.No one has heard from you in almost three months. We thought you died in that fire at Danny’s place.”
“.You are an inconsiderate cow. You know that don’t you?” He interrupted with a comment only a friend could get away with.
“ANTONIO!” She shouted in exasperation.
“I’m a therian and need your help.” She responded quietly.
“Oh Luv, I’m sorry, but you had us worried you know.” Antonio suddenly sounded upset instead of angry.
© KC Riley-Gyer 2014