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Monday, June 11, 2012

The Lines of Marsden

Firstly I would like to say hello, and thank you for allowing me to be here for Vampire month.

My book is called: Rules Are Meant To Be Broken and is the first book in my series the Lines of Marsden I began writing this book seven years ago when my daughter Emily was ill and we spent so many hours in waiting rooms. My daughter has ITP (which is an unknown disease of the blood). I wrote the first 6 books in waiting rooms for her.

As to why they became MM and Vampire is because of this… In one of the numerous oncology waiting rooms (this one was in the cancer ward in a Brisbane hospital), there were two young men. I don’t know their names, but you could tell they loved each other deeply and one of them was probably dying. Emily decided that I needed to write her a story because back then the doctors thought she might die (I am happy to announce she is now in the normal, albeit, lower end of the healthy range). So The Lines of Marsden (TLOM) were born. Emily also decided because most of her friends called her vampire girl because she had black hair and is very pale and after seeing these same two young men each time we were there, she asked for the story to be MM as she wanted them to have a HEA so those men became my Michael and Doyle – even if it does take a bit for them to get together in my books.

Michael Marsden is a young man who has his whole world turned on its axis not only does he find out he is a vampire he also realises he’s gay. In the first book Michael is basically just trying to work out who he is now, and what are his next steps in life (so to speak). He is very unsure of how he is supposed to act now he has found himself one of the undead. The choices he makes now will set up his destiny. I personally think Michael is a lot stronger than people will give him credit for. Does he do it alone? Hell no! He has his line to help him through fight the evil which wants to destroy who he is and what he represents.

Michael is destined to love three times 1st with Christian who is a vampire, 2nd with Tyler who is human, and 3rd with Doyle who will be his greatest love of all. Is my story sappy? Probably in parts, but there is also the kick arse moments where it is kill or be killed. I believe my story is a little left of centre, and venturing outside the realms of the box. I love this story and I hope everyone loves it just as much as I do.

The Lines of Marsden dynamics for the first three books… They say in each line you have the brains, the brawn, and the hands through which they work they are made up of the Marsden Linage, and then add in the Dracaen (magic wielder), and the loyalty.

There are five members to each line:

The brains: Benj Marsden (Michael’s ancestor)

The brawn: Gypsy Marsden (Michael’s twin sister)

The hands: Michael Marsden

The Drarcaen: Christian Risely

The Loyalty: Doyle Kerwin.

Actually this book is the first in a very long line of books to come: Rules Are Meant To Be Broken was released on June 1st 2012, through MLRPress. I am currently re working parts of book two: Living in Shadows. So keep your eyes opened in the not too distant future for further installments of: The lines of Marsden.


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.


Chapter One

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.

Thanks again,

N.J. Nielsen

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