Literary Nymphs Interview
Title: The Lines of Marsden:
Rules Are Meant To Be Broken
Author: N.J. Nielsen
Publisher: MLR Press
Genre: M/M Paranormal
Release Date: May 2012
My daughter inspired this story, when she was ill she was very pale and resembled a vampire. What inspired the MM part of it was two young men who were quite often in the cancer ward waiting room when we were there. Em wanted then to get their “happily ever after”.
I had a lot of time on my hands sitting in one waiting room or another so when Emily asked me to write her a story: The Lines of Marsden was born (which was the original title for book 1). It soon became apparent when someone told me the story was too long so I ended up breaking each book into three separate and smaller books. So then the series became: The Lines of Marsden and book one was retitled to Rules Are Meant To Be Broken.
The Lines of Marsden were born into existence for a reason: to right the wrongs that had once taken place. Destiny fated that they must destroy the Eldren before evil wins.
Michael Marsden wants to die – for real this time. He wasn’t meant to lead the half-life that he does. He chooses to let it go and let death take what it had already claimed.
But Christian Risely isn’t about to let that happen. He is drawn to Michael and is willing to do anything to ensure that he lives, even if that means keeping him alive against his will.
So much to live for.
Michael’s gaze slowly drifted around the crowded and smoky nightclub, watching the unsuspecting people go about their lives, not knowing things like him existed, walked among them. Here these people were, laughing and enjoying the lives they all took for granted.
Anger — or something very much like it — settled low in his stomach. He was pissed off; these people all had something that he had lost forever. Feelings like these scared him, knowing he was no longer one of them. Thanks to some fucked up twist of fate, he couldn’t go back to the life he had always known. Everything was so confusing — he didn’t even know if he was even fully human anymore. What had he done in his life that was so wrong he ended up with this destiny? He was a pacifist for crying out loud. Running away and letting Gypsy deal with the hard stuff had always been his way of coping.
A cigarette dangled loosely from his pale fingertips as the music pounded through his body in place of the heartbeat he no longer felt. This alone made him angrier still, because it showed just how fucked up his life had become. Why the hell had this happened to him? Especially when he had so much to live for. He had Gypsy! And he missed her so much. The thought made him smile sadly — he bet not many brothers would say such nice things about their sisters. But Gypsy was special — she was his twin. Gypsy knew him better then he knew himself. Their grandad had told him often enough, “Michael never walk away from your sister. No matter what happens to you both in life, remember she is your strength. Her job is to protect you in what is to come.” It was bullshit memories such as this which made everything so damn hard. Why had his grandad told him lies? It only made him hurt a hundred times more.
Michael swiped at his angry tears and pushed away from the table. Not wanting to be around these people any longer, knowing they took for granted everything he wanted back, Michael walked outside and headed down the darkened street. He was finding it harder and harder not to give into his cravings. Even now it gnawed at his insides, demanding he take notice. He needed to work out if he was going to give into what his body wanted, or fight it, and more than likely die.
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