Susan A Bliler http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog Susan A Bliler en Fri, 10 Feb 2012 16:28:32 GMT Tue, 21 Apr 2015 14:35:51 GMT 60 It's live! http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/its-live <p> Well, a little delayed, but Terr4tory is live!&nbsp; Haven't gotten many reviews, so I hope you all like it.&nbsp;</p> <p> Easter was good.&nbsp; Spent the day with the family feasting it up.&nbsp; It was my brother's b-day.&nbsp; Me and Cindy's b-day will be on Wed.&nbsp; Holy shit, 38?!&nbsp; Really?&nbsp; I don't feel 38.&nbsp; Well, what can you do?&nbsp;</p> <p> My king said he wants to buy me a puppy for my b-day and while I've always wanted a little dog, I'm&nbsp;torn.&nbsp; I already have a big yellow lab and I don't want him to get jealous&nbsp;or feel neglected.&nbsp; Maybe we'll wait a few more years on the new addition.&nbsp; &nbsp;{:o(</p> <p> As for writing, I have no idea what's next on the agenda.&nbsp; I'm pretty sure I'll be putting out a novella.&nbsp; Half the length of a traditional manuscript, we'll see how well it's taken.&nbsp; Then...well, I don't know.&nbsp; Terr5tory is right there, but I know everyone really wants more SW.&nbsp; God, I wish I had more time to write.&nbsp; I could get so much done if I weren't at work all day.&nbsp; I'm at a really crazy place with the SW series.&nbsp; Everyone wants me to fill in the holes at the beginning of the series, while&nbsp;others are hopeful for Legion.&nbsp; In my heart, I want to do Remy, but at the end of the day it's all up to my muse.&nbsp; I think I'll do what's best and just follow my muse.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> Tue, 07 Apr 2015 01:26:52 GMT a00d7fc5-a7d6-4a4f-b98b-10727694569c Count down to Terr4tory! http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/count-down-to-terr4tory <p> So, for those of my Stalkers who haven’t heard,&nbsp; I am shooting for an Easter weekend release of Terr4tory!&nbsp; Yay, I think you guys are going to love it.&nbsp; It’s one of my favs!&nbsp; It’s the story of Willa Hutchinson and Barron Kane.&nbsp; And as promised on Facebook, here’s a small excerpt. &nbsp;(unedited)</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Mouth open wide, Willa’s teeth came nowhere near locking on their intended target.&nbsp; Instead, she was caught mid-air and then slammed to the ground, her own momentum driving the force.&nbsp; On her back, she twisted and writhed, ignoring the fact that the wind had been knocked out of her. &nbsp;Her struggles only served to send pain shooting through her.&nbsp; Bastard had his teeth sunk into her throat.&nbsp; It was a death blow.&nbsp; Any second he could clamp his teeth shut and jerk and she’d be bleeding out onto the grass.&nbsp; She’d lost.&nbsp; In the blink of an eye, she’d already lost!&nbsp; The realization was jarring and heart wrenching.&nbsp; <em>I failed!</em></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Huge even in wolf form, Willa thought the man was probably the largest wolf she’d ever seen.&nbsp; Stilling, her chest heaved with her exertions as her angry eyes locked on his and she waited.&nbsp; He’d either rip her throat out, attempt to mount her, or let her up so they could battle more.&nbsp; Some Alpha’s preferred to toy with their enemies before granting death.&nbsp; Honestly, she’d prefer that over him trying to slide into her.&nbsp; The mere thought had her jerking in his hold, only serving to sink his teeth deeper into the tender flesh of her throat.&nbsp; The pain was intense and had moisture pooling in her eyes but she willed the pain-filled tears back.&nbsp; Her eyes narrowed on his.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Suddenly, his jaw tensed and a vicious growl left him.&nbsp; She tensed, expecting her death, but she refused to blink; she refused to look away.&nbsp; Either would be a sign of submission and she was <em>not </em>submitting.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> He was scary looking and his eyes were intense.&nbsp; Dark they sparked with bursts of yellow and gold as if the man was fighting the wolf for control.&nbsp; A scar cut through his left eye, the silken midnight color of his fur parted to expose healed skin.&nbsp; The wound was old.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> The intensity with which he watched her was suddenly matched by his breathing, as if he’d just suddenly realized he was in a battle, but that wasn’t what unnerved her.&nbsp; It was the odd sensation that rolled through her belly and shifted to flutter in her womb, sending heat coursing through her.&nbsp; She felt momentarily weakened by it.&nbsp; Fear flared to life at the sudden vulnerability and had adrenaline coursing through her, renewing her into the struggle.&nbsp; Then she caught his scent.&nbsp; He didn’t smell like any wolf she’d ever known. &nbsp;No, his scent was unique.&nbsp; It was…<em>wild </em>with just a hint of familiarity.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> To her horror, her stupid wolf stopped struggling for fraction of a second and tilted her head at her as if to ask, ‘should we be interested?’</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Willa jerked and used her paws to shove at his chest, which only pulled on the skin of her throat, and one pain-filled tear slipped free.&nbsp; She felt her flesh tearing and the massive black wolf growled in displeasure.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Lightening fast, he shifted before she even had time to jerk up from the ground.&nbsp; Where his teeth had previously been clamped around her throat, he’d pulled back and his large hand now did the job.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> On his knees, holding her to the ground, the man was just as impressive as his beast.&nbsp; Bronze skin loaned itself to the dark image he exuded.&nbsp; Piercing eyes, a scar that was just as wicked in his human form as it was in his wolves, and a jaw full of black hair that matched his wolf’s.&nbsp; He was huge all over.&nbsp; She noted absently that he hadn’t regenerated clothing.&nbsp; It was an ability the shifters of the northwest had mastered, and it was unnerving.&nbsp; <em>Does this mean he’s from the east?&nbsp; </em>It didn’t matter.&nbsp; What mattered was that even as a man he was stronger than her wolf.&nbsp; Towering naked above her, he could do what he wanted with her and that had her staying in wolf form.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Who are you,” he demanded, his lip curling back and his shoulders hunching as if he were attempting to hide some unknown pain.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> She kicked out with her front paws hoping to gain some leverage to twist herself to her side and then up, but he caught them both in his free hand an pinned them to the ground.&nbsp; <em>Fuck!</em>&nbsp; Her stand as an Alpha was truly pathetic.&nbsp; Embarrassingly so.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> The stranger leaned closer, dark brows spearing down over his angry eyes as he repeated, “Who.&nbsp; Are.&nbsp; You?”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Let her go!” She heard Arden shout and she tensed.&nbsp; <em>Damn him!&nbsp; </em></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> The stranger didn’t even take his eyes from her.&nbsp; Uncaring of who had issued the command, he let his eyes travel her muzzle and down her coat before the jerked back to hers.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p align="center"> ***</p> <p> Barron had scented the wolf slinking up the hillside flanking him.&nbsp; Having spent the past seven years living in the wilds of British Columbia, living as part of a pack of wild Alphas, there was little he couldn’t scent out in the open.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Who are you,” he demanded, a bit too much anger carrying forth in his tone.&nbsp; For some reason, pain had seized him when he’d touched her.&nbsp; No, it’d happened after that.&nbsp; When he looked her in the eye.&nbsp; <em>What in the fuck!</em>&nbsp; A growl rumbled forth as the shocking pain zipped through him, emanating from where his hand was locked on her throat.&nbsp; Fighting down the inexplicable agony that kept welling up in him, he snarled and shoved it back to focus.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> He was annoyed the female’s pack would permit her so far from their den without an escort or protection.&nbsp; When he’d caught sight of her out of the corner of his eyes, he’d assumed she was merely a pup because of her slight stature.&nbsp; Until she’d charged!&nbsp; Hell, part of him was still impressed at the bold act, but now holding his hand to her bloody throat as she kicked out at him, he wondered if it wasn’t just craziness.&nbsp; He pinned her tighter to the ground, wanting her to still and the pain at the contact to cease.&nbsp; Why in the hell so slight a female would think she was any match for him…&nbsp; Definitely not a pup.&nbsp; No, this full grown female was mature, and if his nose was correct, which he knew it was, she was ripe, which had his lusty wolf taking notice.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Who.&nbsp; Are.&nbsp; You?”&nbsp; he demanded again, when a voice called out causing her to tense under him.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Let her go!” The voice was male, but young.&nbsp; Too young to be here challenging him.&nbsp; Her child perhaps?&nbsp; He didn’t even bother looking up, which was foolish.&nbsp; His wolf was cocky though and was confident that it would scent any danger or real threat before it arose.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Still holding the female down, he simply stared at her.&nbsp; He’d expected her to show submission to his clearly more dominant wolf by showing throat or lowering her eyes.&nbsp; She did neither, so he waited for her to shift.&nbsp; They needed to talk.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> A tear leaked free of her angry green eyes, and he felt a twinge of guilt and something else, but didn’t loosen his hold.&nbsp; She’d attacked him and now needed to know that he was the dominant.&nbsp; Still, he couldn’t keep his eyes from flicking to her throat.&nbsp; The wounds were deep and jagged where she’d tried to pull away from him.&nbsp; To his disgust, his wolf snorted its approval that they’d marked the female.&nbsp; It wasn’t a true marking though, not made with claiming intent. &nbsp;He couldn’t help but wonder if the deep gouges would scar.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Power surged through the air and the female under him shifted.&nbsp; Light fur dropped away to reveal equally pale skin and long flowing white/blonde hair.&nbsp; Clothes regenerated, but it was a slow almost forced process, which told him it was a recently learned trait.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> The she-wolf’s throat gave way under his hand to soft skin that slid with the slickness of her blood.&nbsp; He tightened his hand as she—too his shock—was actually smaller in human form than he’d anticipated.&nbsp; <em>Great!</em>&nbsp; Guilt was back, biting him with full force.&nbsp; Her scowl helped lessen it by a fraction.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> <em>Damn, she’s beautiful.</em>&nbsp; And not beautiful in the way he thought of women.&nbsp; He loved females.&nbsp; <em>All </em>women.&nbsp; He appreciated all colors, all sizes, all shapes.&nbsp; He simply loved the female form, and he found great pleasure in the hundreds of trips he and his fellow Alpha’s had made to the cities of Canada over the years to seek out female companionship.&nbsp; But, this female was different.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Full petal pink lips set in flawless skin that looked ethereal when framed by her impossibly light hair.&nbsp; Her green eyes were striking.&nbsp; He’d never seen the color before, they were almost neon in her anger and had him thinking of the first growth of spring.&nbsp; She was…magnificent.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp; “The tears are the result of the pain!” &nbsp;She snarled drawing his attention from his curious perusal.&nbsp; “Don’t mistake my physical discomfort for weakness.”&nbsp; She scowled up at him from under long sooty lashes, “I am <em>not</em> afraid of you.”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> Sat, 28 Mar 2015 23:58:40 GMT 8d229022-bb6e-426e-acd4-9eccb7c4d2fe SW: RedKnife is live!!!! http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/sw-redknife-is-live <p> Stalkers:&nbsp; In case you haven't noticed, SW: RedKnife is LIVE!!!!!!!&nbsp; Yay!&nbsp; Be sure to leave good feed back on Amazon, B&amp;N, and Kobo.&nbsp;</p> <p> Next in line:&nbsp; Terr4tory!&nbsp; And it'll actually be available sooner than you'd think!&nbsp;</p> <p> On the home front:&nbsp;Still snowing here in Montana...guess it's snowing everywhere right now, so that's not really news.&nbsp; Still working, still&nbsp;volunteering, still writing when I can.&nbsp; Also, I've made the decision that from now on, I'm writing what my muse leads me to write.&nbsp;&nbsp;No more trying to get books done to appease anyone who feels they know&nbsp;what my next release should be.&nbsp; So, this'll be interesting...and fun!&nbsp; I'm really excited for you all to read Terr4tory and Terr5tory.&nbsp; Not really sure yet what I'll release next in the SW&nbsp;series, but it'll&nbsp;be good&nbsp;whatever it is.&nbsp; I'm also still kicking around the novella idea.&nbsp; In the meantime, I've been watching&nbsp;me some Black Sails, woot, woot, and counting down the days to Game of Thrones.&nbsp; &quot;Winter is coming!&quot;&nbsp; ;o)&nbsp;&nbsp; I live in Montana...winter is ALWAYS coming!&nbsp;</p> <p> Anywhoo, hope RedKnife finds you all well and lives up to your expectations!&nbsp; Talk to ya soon!!!!&nbsp; -SB</p> Fri, 27 Feb 2015 20:45:03 GMT 9ccae78a-0e3d-42a5-b80a-4524c9ee5297 Oi Oi: http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/oi-oi <p> Stalkerazzi:&nbsp; How’s things?&nbsp; Well, to answer the burning question ‘Where in the hell is RedKnife?’&nbsp; He is coming.&nbsp; I promise, I’m not lying ;0)&nbsp; Just trying to make sure it’s perfect for you all.&nbsp; Please try to remember that I still work full-time and am a volunteer child advocate.&nbsp; I can’t explain to you all how stinking busy my average day is!&nbsp; Anyway, been getting some great writing done and am looking forward to debuting my Soul Sentry series!&nbsp; For those of you who don’t know, they were introduced in SW: York.&nbsp; And for those of you who still don’t know:</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Nyree scowled at Rohm.&nbsp; The man was her polar opposite.&nbsp; Where she was small and delicate he was large and forceful.&nbsp; Her dark eyes, black hair, and deeply tan skin clashed with his impossibly light eyes and hair so pale that it was nearly white. &nbsp;&nbsp;To make matters worse, they hated each other.&nbsp; Correction.&nbsp; <em>He</em> hated her and she despised him for it.&nbsp; How in the hell they’d wound up on the same team was still a mystery.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Get down,” Nyree hissed at the scowling behemoth.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> His response was to place a large hand across her chest and shove her back.&nbsp; With a soft grunt she fell backward and landed on her ass.&nbsp; Opting to keep hold of her rifle rather than catch herself, the impact jarred her teeth and sent pain shooting up her tail bone.&nbsp; <em>Asshole!</em></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Scrambling to her knees, Nyree inched forward only to have Rohm turn too quickly for her to react.&nbsp; Her eyes rounded as he dropped his weapon and tackled her, sending the pair of them crashing to the ground before a bright flash and deafening boom rent the air.&nbsp; Sucking in a breath, Nyree instantly regretted it when she was greeted with an acrid scent that burned her nose and then was sucked down into her lungs causing her to cough uncontrollably.&nbsp; Rohm too was coughing even as he ripped the bottom part of his shirt free and jammed it to her face, covering her nose and mouth.&nbsp; It was too late.&nbsp; The flash grenade either had gas incorporated into it, or their enemies had detonated a gas bomb during the confusion of the flash grenade.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> On top of her, Rohm fell forward and barely caught himself in time to keep from crushing her.&nbsp; <em>Big bastard!</em>&nbsp; Wide-eyed, Nyree watched as his braced elbow shook and he growled low and deep.&nbsp; His chest shimmered, but nothing happened, Zavier wouldn’t be coming to their aid.&nbsp; Fear hit hard as she watched Rohm’s eyes close and open too slowly.&nbsp; One large hand gripped her hip to pull her more tightly underneath him before he crumbled forward and used both hands to cover her face and head.&nbsp; He was shielding her…protecting her?</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> His eyes rolled back even as Nyree tried to push him off.&nbsp; The effort forced her to breathe harder and the thin scrap of Rohm’s shirt over her face was not enough to keep her from sucking in more of the noxious fumes.&nbsp; As Rohm’s dead weight settled on top of her she wondered if she’d die first from the gas or from being crushed by the gigantic Keeper.&nbsp; She didn’t get the chance to find out as darkness consumed her.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p align="center"> ***</p> <p> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Rohm paced his cell.&nbsp; It was underground, he knew that much.&nbsp; The place was eerily similar to the facility the Keeper’s had seen in a video provided by the Skin Walkers.&nbsp; One of their own had been held prisoner along with a human female.&nbsp; The place he was in now reeked of similarity.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> The walls were white and the place felt sterile.&nbsp; His cell wasn’t comprised of bars, but of cinder block walls that had been painted white to match the floor and ceiling.&nbsp;&nbsp; One small cot was bolted to the wall and there was a toilette in the opposite corner.&nbsp; The metal door was solid and had no give, Rohm had already tried.&nbsp; One small plexi-glass window allowed him to look out and there was a small slit near the floor.&nbsp; He assumed it was how they got food in to their prisoners.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> He stopped pacing to brace his hands on the door and stare out the small window.&nbsp; The only thing he could see was a large dingy area.&nbsp; It reminded him of the den that’d previously called home before coming to Montana.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> The area outside his cell was large, resembling a warehouse, but there was no merchandise stored within.&nbsp; In the center of the room, a curtain stretched from the floor, all the way up to the ceiling and was on, what looked like some sort of mechanism for electronically closing the curtain to cut the warehouse space in half.&nbsp; He ignored the exam table that sat on the furthest side of the room, where if the curtain was closed, he’d be unable to see the menacing looking object from his cell.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> He’d already studied the table with its numerous straps and belts and knew that if his captors attempted to use the thing to torture him, they’d be in for a rude awakening.&nbsp; Even with their numbers, the straps wouldn’t be able to hold him.&nbsp; He hoped his captors were foolish enough to try.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Aside from the table and the curtain there was a large cage closer to him.&nbsp; It looked like something men used to engage in mixed martial arts.&nbsp; It was hexagonal, but instead of chain link, it was surrounded with thick bars.&nbsp; He couldn’t help but wonder if they’d be sending him in to battle.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> On the opposite side of the room, a lone door that sat centered in the wall.&nbsp; Still pacing, Rohm snarled, taking turns scowling between the door and the video camera that hung just outside his door and was pointed toward his cell.&nbsp; There were more cameras hanging all around the cage as well.&nbsp; Things didn’t look good.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> He’d woken on the floor of the cell with a pounding headache and horribly dry mouth, but those weren’t his concerns.&nbsp; Nyree was missing.&nbsp; He’d attempted to scent his surroundings in hopes of finding a trace of her, but the action caused his eyes to water and his head to throb with the residual effects of the gas that had burned his nostrils and throat.&nbsp; He couldn’t smell a damn thing.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “RAAAAAAAAAGH!”&nbsp; He flashed his teeth as he snarled at the camera for the umpteenth time.&nbsp; He didn’t know if Zavier could break through the door, but he doubted it.&nbsp; He’d already tried to pound it down, and with the camera on him, he was reluctant to let loose his Soul Sentry.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Still in his all black BDU pants and battle boots, he’d been stripped of all his weapons, assault gear, tactical vest, and even his shirt.&nbsp; With no idea how long he’d been out, he couldn’t even gauge how far he’d been taken from their original position.&nbsp; <em>Nyree.</em>&nbsp; The thought had him snarling in fury.&nbsp; He’d heard stories of what human males did to females in battle.&nbsp; If anyone touched her, he’d ensure they died painfully.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Just then, the door on the far side of the room opened and drew Rohm’s full attention.&nbsp; A man entered alone.&nbsp; He wore a white lab coat and had a thin object in one hand.&nbsp; The man was unremarkable really, just a plain old, brown haired, brown eyed human.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Rohm faced him fully as the man slowly approached.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Awake….finally.”&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> The man stopped feet from the cell.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “I’m Dr. Chambers.&nbsp; I’ll be in charge of you from here on out.”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Rohm growled.&nbsp; “No <em>man</em> commands me!”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Dr. Chambers ignored him to stare at his I-pad.&nbsp; “No halo, which means you’re not a Walker.&nbsp; Good.”&nbsp; He lifted sadistic eyes, “I’ve been waiting to get my hands on one of <em>you</em>.”&nbsp; He eyed Rohm from head to toe.&nbsp; “Produce your Sentry.”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Rohm didn’t move.&nbsp; <em>How does he know?&nbsp; And why does he know about the Skin Walkers and their halo?</em></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Dr. Chambers clenched his teeth and huffed in impatience.&nbsp; “<em>Emit</em> your Sentry.”&nbsp; He demanded.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Rohm tensed, but didn’t comply.&nbsp; He’d put Zavier on display for no man.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Clearly annoyed, Dr. Chambers lifted an arm and the door at the back of the warehouse opened.&nbsp; Two men dressed in camouflage with black masks over their heads entered hauling Nyree between them.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Rohm’s eyes locked on her but he didn’t speak.&nbsp; Instead, he drew in the sight of her, gathering as much information as he could without the use of his nose.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Her tactical uniform had been removed and she’d been dressed in a flowing white gown that reminded him of something he’d seen in one of the magazines that Valor had introduced him to, the ones with women exposing and touching themselves.&nbsp; The material barely covered her breasts and was so sheer it was practically see through.&nbsp; He could see all her curves and the other men could too.&nbsp; The fact enraged him.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> The white material made Nyree’s skin appear to be a deeper tan, and it was cut low in front, lifting her breasts until they almost spilled out of the top.&nbsp; The skirt was long and lacey, split down the front and tapering to the sides to expose her slim legs.&nbsp; Her hair, that he’d only ever seen pulled tightly back, now hung loose about her shoulders in a fan of black satin that brushed over her shoulders.&nbsp; She looked…<em>desirable</em>!</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> A rumble started in Rohm’s chest at the sight of her, which he quickly tamped down.&nbsp; Nyree didn’t fight or struggle against her captors.&nbsp; They were unarmed and she could easily take them down.&nbsp; <em>Why isn’t she fighting?</em></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Large brown eyes found his and she stared at him in both relief and confusion.&nbsp; The guards led her toward the table and she tore her eyes from Rohm to stare at the contraption before she tried to jerk to a halt.&nbsp; Her feet were bare and gained no purchase on the smooth concrete floor.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “NO!” she growled as she twisted, attempting to free herself.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Wordlessly, she was spun and jerked off her feet as both men lifted her then slammed her back onto the table.&nbsp; The air was knocked from her lungs with the impact and she only caught her breath after one wrist had been secured.&nbsp; She used the leverage to try and wrest her other wrist free, but was rewarded with a blow to the face.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Rohm roared and threw himself into the door of his cell.&nbsp; There was a loud boom, but it didn’t budge.&nbsp; Bracing his legs, he curled his large hand into a fist and pounded hard on the plexi-glass window.&nbsp; It didn’t break.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Nyree hadn’t seen the blow coming and therefore hadn’t been prepared for it.&nbsp; Her head snapped to the side and stayed there a moment too long as her second wrist was secured.&nbsp; One guard moved to her leg and she kicked at him.&nbsp; He caught her foot and slammed it to the metal table and she sucked in a breath and grunted at the pain.&nbsp; The other guard grabbed her other leg and within minutes she was fully secured.&nbsp; Silently, the guards stepped back and exited the room, leaving Nyree writhing on the table in a futile effort to free herself.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Dr. Chambers stepped toward Rohm, blocking the Keeper’s line of sight to Nyree, and smirked.&nbsp; “<em>Show</em>.&nbsp; Me.&nbsp; Your.&nbsp; Sentry.”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> Sat, 24 Jan 2015 23:23:09 GMT fbad3194-c040-404c-ab80-1ce7bb84d9d9 Christmas http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/christmas <p> Well, Stalkers, there will be no SW: RedKnife for Christmas.&nbsp; I did my best but just couldn’t make this happen and no one is more disappointed than I am…well, except maybe Em.&nbsp; She might be a little more deflated ;o)&nbsp;</p> <p> Anyway, going through the Christmas blues here in the Greatness.&nbsp; So much fucking drama all the time.&nbsp; Death and sadness are still plaguing my pack.&nbsp; Working on staying strong and leading by example.&nbsp; Fuck!&nbsp; Can’t wait for the NewYear, but my pack is wicked fucking tough and we’re taking these hits because God knows we can handle ‘em.&nbsp; Note to life…YOU HIT LIKE A BITCH!&nbsp; I’m still standing!&nbsp;</p> <p> Hoping this holiday season finds you and yours healthy and happy!&nbsp; So blessed to have you all sticking with me through this crazy journey.&nbsp; Hard to believe I published my first book 3 Christmases ago.&nbsp; Wow!&nbsp; Thank you all for reading my books and supporting my writing.&nbsp; I can honestly say that if it wasn’t for your positive feedback and interest, I’d have given up long ago.&nbsp; I truly can’t express how much you all mean to me.</p> <p> A special thanks to my Beta, CJ Jones and my editor extraordinaire, Leiah Cooper.&nbsp;</p> <p> And now a gift for you.&nbsp; Hope you enjoy.&nbsp; Merry Christmas, my Stalkers.&nbsp; I love you guys!</p> <p> Exclusive Excerpt Skin Walkers:&nbsp; RedKnife &copy; 2014&nbsp; (unedited)</p> <p> &nbsp; Slowly, she turned and her eyes locked on the darkened doorway.&nbsp; Fear filled her eyes and RedKnife knew she sensed him there.</p> <p> He stepped into the room, directly into the path of the streetlight that filtered through the curtain.</p> <p> “R-RedKnife?”&nbsp; Her voice was tremulous and he scented her escalating fear.&nbsp; “What are you…”&nbsp; She eyed the doorway behind him.&nbsp; “What are you doing in my apartment?&nbsp; W-what do you want?”</p> <p> He wanted to soothe her, but the truth was he had bad intentions.&nbsp; She’d be taken to StoneCrow where she would be interrogated by Monroe.&nbsp; It wouldn’t be pretty.</p> <p> “You.”&nbsp; His voice was deep, sounding more menacing than he’d intended.</p> <p> Cindy shook her head.&nbsp; “Why?&nbsp; What?”&nbsp; She swallowed hard.&nbsp; “What’s going on?”</p> <p> He took another step toward her and held out a hand, palm side up, curling his fingers inward indicating that she should come to him.&nbsp; “Monroe has questions.”</p> <p> She paled and then moved more quickly than RedKnife expected.&nbsp; One second she was half bent in an attempt to dress and then next her body turned, her hand snaking out and coming up with the knife.</p> <p> “S-stay back!”&nbsp; Her words held little conviction as if she weren’t sure she should even make the demand.</p> <p> He took a step closer and it was a mistake.&nbsp; She jerked back and bumped the table.&nbsp; The glass of water toppled off the stand and crashed to the floor, bathing her feet in water and surrounding her in broken glass.&nbsp; RedKnife frowned at her feet.</p> <p> “Don’t move!”&nbsp; His intention was to get her safely from the glass, but she clearly had other plans.&nbsp; Stepping away from him, she slipped and went down hard.&nbsp; RedKnife reached for her, but she scrambled back.&nbsp; The scent of her panic and fear was overwhelming.</p> <p> Her gown soaked up the water, and RedKnife inhaled slowly only to scent her blood.&nbsp; She’d hurt herself.&nbsp; He growled in frustration and regret, and then just as quickly throttled the sound when she lifted the knife higher, her trembling hands barely able to hold the damn thing steady.</p> <p> “Stay back!”&nbsp; Her eyes darted from him to her foot then her thigh.&nbsp; She brushed a hand over her hip and down her thigh and RedKnife wanted to snarl when he saw crimson follow in her hands path.&nbsp;</p> <p> He squatted to get eye level with her.&nbsp; “You’re hurt.”&nbsp; He titled his head sideways to study her.&nbsp; “You’re making this worse.”&nbsp;</p> <p> He dug into his front shirt pocket and pulled something out.&nbsp; Cindy eyed the object.&nbsp; It looked like an e-cigarette or a small tube of sorts.&nbsp; She was trying to figure out what it was when he put it to his lips.&nbsp;</p> <p> His eyes didn’t leave hers when his breath escaped him in a hard push of air.&nbsp; It was then she felt the pinch.&nbsp; She hadn’t seen anything leave the object in the dark, but her shaking fingers quickly went to just below her collar bone and pulled out the object that was imbedded in her skin.&nbsp; Dipping her eyes down, she inspected the slight, needle-like projectile.&nbsp; <em>Is that?&nbsp; </em>It looked like a porcupine quill.&nbsp; She rolled it between her fingers and noted an oily substance coating it.&nbsp;</p> <p> Confusion marred her delicate brow seconds before her body heated uncontrollably.&nbsp; The knife clattered to the floor as her arms lost all their strength and she whimpered in fear.&nbsp; She was falling to the side when RedKnife caught her.</p> <p> “Shhhh,” he soothed, smoothing the hair back from her face.&nbsp; Her terror-filled eyes tore at him.&nbsp; “No one is going to hurt you.”&nbsp; The words felt hollow though as she lay defenseless in his arms, her gown soaked and blood seeping from several wounds on her body.</p> <p> Her chest rose and fell rapidly.&nbsp; As she struggled to stay lucid one lone word escaped her lips as her eyes fluttered closed.&nbsp; “<em>Don’t!”</em></p> <p> RedKnife lifted her easily from the floor and settled her on the bed before flipping on the lamp.&nbsp; He disappeared into the bathroom and dug around under her sink until he found a first aid kit.</p> <p> <em>“RedKnife?”</em></p> <p> He ignored King’s telepathic query and set to work inspecting Cindy’s injuries.&nbsp; She’d cut the bottoms of both feet and he pulled a large piece of jagged glass from one foot before wrapping the foot with gauze and tightly taping it.&nbsp;&nbsp; She’d definitely need to be seen by Jenny once they reached StoneCrow.</p> <p> Several more wounds to her thigh, hip, and one palm were wrapped and then he stilled to eye her nightgown.&nbsp; It was soaked.&nbsp; His eyes flitted to the window and he weighed his options.&nbsp; It was winter in Montana, which meant it was arctic.&nbsp; In fact, it hadn’t stopped snowing for days and according to the weather reports, meteorologists couldn’t explain the sudden storm that had hit North Central Montana.</p> <p> Crossing to the dresser, he jerked it open and rifled through until his hand came out with a long flannel gown.&nbsp; Much better.</p> <p> It took him seconds to strip her bare and then he stalled as his eyes roved her body.&nbsp; She was exquisite.&nbsp; Her breasts were full and her hips flared just enough to make his hands itch.&nbsp; Bending, he smoothed a rough hand up her rib cage and rested it just under the swell of one bare breast.&nbsp; She wore panties under her gown, but no bra and the sight was mesmerizing. &nbsp;He cupped her breast and kneaded it, surprised at the softness that evoked such a rigid response in his jeans.</p> <p> <em>“RedKnife, you need me?”</em></p> <p> He jerked his hand free and straightened, ashamed at having fondled the woman in her unconscious state, but unable to stop himself.</p> <p> <em>“No.” </em>&nbsp;His response was clipped.</p> <p> Pulling the comforter from the bed, he wrapped Cindy and lifted her.&nbsp; Exiting the house, he found King waiting outside the door.&nbsp;</p> <p> As RedKnife exited, King entered.&nbsp; Per protocol, King would clean up any mess to ensure that if anyone came looking for Cindy they’d suspect no foul play.</p> <p> Settling his burden in the backseat, RedKnife climbed in the driver seat and started the truck before backing out.&nbsp; King would shift and fly back to StoneCrow once he’d completed his task.&nbsp; No one would suspect anything until RedKnife failed to arrive at StoneCrow with the suspected traitor.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> Tue, 23 Dec 2014 16:53:19 GMT 8a0ca872-b071-46bf-88ee-51942aa85a5c A Breed Apart http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/a-breed-apart <p> He led me to a table and I noted several pairs of eyes as they tracked us.&nbsp; Did we look like an odd couple?&nbsp; Did my copper skin clash with the pale hue of his?&nbsp; I was insecure and I felt like everyone instantly knew I didn’t belong here.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear, I felt butterflies stirring restlessly in my belly.&nbsp; <em>This was a bad idea.</em>&nbsp; Anxiety threatened to overwhelm me but I forced it back.&nbsp; I’d endured much in my short thirty-five years.&nbsp; I’d be damned if one date with a white man would be my undoing.&nbsp; Lifting my head, I followed him with borrowed confidence.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> As we reached the table I grabbed the back on my chair with intentions of pulling it out when his hand settled over mine.&nbsp; I looked up and he smiled warmly, his fingers tightening over mine as he pulled the chair out for me.&nbsp; At the touch a jolt shot through me and I jerked my hand free with a tremulous smile.&nbsp; No man had ever pulled a chair out for me before and I found the gesture oddly romantic.&nbsp; <em>&nbsp;Ninny!</em></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> I flashed a grateful smile over my shoulder as he tucked me into my seat before rounding the table to claim his place across from me.&nbsp; The restaurant was nice.&nbsp; Too nice.&nbsp; Too much silverware lined both sides of a set of pristine white dishes and there was even an additional fork and spoon resting above the three stacked plates.&nbsp; I smoothed my hands nervously over the linen table cloth and eyed the wine glasses at my place setting.&nbsp; One, two, three…&nbsp; <em>Why in the hell are there three wine glasses?</em>&nbsp; <em>Are they </em>all<em> wine glasses?&nbsp; </em>Nerves seized me again and I gave Doss a brittle smile as he unfolded his cloth napkin and placed it across his lap.&nbsp; I mimicked his movements.&nbsp; <em>I’m so in over my head.&nbsp; </em></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> When Doss lifted the large drink menu to study it, I concentrated on the table.&nbsp; I’d once seen an episode of Oprah where they’d gone over a proper place setting and fine dining etiquette.&nbsp; I knew from the show that I was supposed to start with the outermost silverware and work my way in, but I had no clue about the silverware above the plate or the three glasses.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> A waiter arrived and silently handed me a menu before placing one on Doss’s plate and filling one of the wine glasses with water.&nbsp; <em>Whew, one down.</em></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> The fine dressed male back then bent his rigid body at the waist and leaned toward Doss.&nbsp; “I am Keegan.&nbsp; I will be your server this evening,” he began in an even-tempered tone that spoke of self-assurance.&nbsp; “May I bring the gentleman and the lady a drink to start?”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Doss lowered the menu and pinned me with his captivating gaze.&nbsp; Had I always been so mesmerized by gray eyes?&nbsp; I blinked at Doss several times before I realized that he was waiting for me to tell the waiter what I wanted to drink.&nbsp; <em>Beer!</em> I answered automatically in my head, but knew the drink was improper in this venue.&nbsp; Turning to the waiter, Keegan, I went with my typical “special-outing” fall back.&nbsp; “Have you got a white merlot?”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Yes.”&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Keegan rattled off several brands that I didn’t recognize while Doss held the drink menu out to me.&nbsp; Without grabbing the menu, my eyes flicked to it and my belly dropped when I looked first to where the prices should be listed.&nbsp; No prices!&nbsp; <em>Shit!</em>&nbsp; I didn’t want to order anything too expensive and have Doss think I expected him to pay for it.&nbsp; Taste didn’t matter at this point.&nbsp; I’d choked down bottles of the cheapest wine in Montana, I could handle whatever Keegan threw at me, but Christ!&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Feigning confidence, I ignored Doss’ proffered drink menu and smiled at Keegan, ordering the only one I knew I could pronounce.&nbsp; “Napa Ridge, please.”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Very well,” he turned to Doss.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> He ordered with a confidence I could only hope to feign.&nbsp; “Light draft beer.”&nbsp; He handed the drink menu to Keegan and I felt my heart start at his choice.&nbsp; The corner of my mouth lifted a fraction as I brought the menu up to study it while hiding my face from his view.&nbsp; <em>A beer man.&nbsp; Hmm, who would’ve thought? </em></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;In my estimation you could tell a lot about a man by two things.&nbsp; One, the shoes he wore and two, his drink preference.&nbsp; I had a thing about a man’s shoes.&nbsp; Not sure where it ever came from, but I liked a hardworking man and if a hardworking man couldn’t at least pamper his own feet than he sure as hell wasn’t going to pamper me.&nbsp; Not that I needed it.&nbsp; Years of self-reliance had cemented in me the great truth that I didn’t need a man to take care of me.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> I also had a firm rule about not dating men that preferred girly drinks.&nbsp; Wine was acceptable with dinner, although I found it more masculine for him to drink beer or any form of hard liquor or whiskey on the rocks.&nbsp; I absolutely refused to date a man that drank anything with an umbrella in it or wine aside from when he was eating.&nbsp; Call me crazy but a guy just looks feminine holding a wine glass or frilly drink.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “So,” Doss drew my attention back to him. “What looks good?”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> I eyed the menu with growing apprehension and thought silently, <em>Nothing!</em>&nbsp; What had I gotten myself into?&nbsp; I didn’t recognize anything, let alone feel confident enough to attempt to order it.&nbsp; My eyes quickly surveyed the menu.&nbsp; <em>Duck terrine with sauternes.&nbsp; Is it sauter-knees or saut-urns?&nbsp; Nope, skip it.&nbsp; Guinea Hen Terrine?&nbsp; Definitely no.&nbsp; Sweet corn fagottini.&nbsp; Okay, I could really inappropriately mis-pronounce that one.&nbsp; Moving on.&nbsp; Chilled peekytoe crab…what?&nbsp; </em>My eyes slid up and I tensed, <em>Shit, this is just the appetizers!</em></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Olivia?”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Hearing my name spoken with such gentle concern had me pulling my eyes from the menu to stare at Doss.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Strong brows were pulled down with worry.&nbsp; “You okay?”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> I blinked a few times and understood his concern when my gaze was caught by the trembling motion of the menu I held.&nbsp; My nerves had me shaking like a friggin’ leaf.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Quickly, I set the menu down and lowered my head to watch as I fisted my hands and released them several times in an attempt to dispel some of the tension humming through me.&nbsp; <em>This was an epically bad idea.</em>&nbsp; I considered a lie before flitting a glance at the tables on either side of us.&nbsp; <em>I’m cold?&nbsp; Nah.&nbsp; </em>I was relieved to find our “neighbors” engrossed in their own conversations.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Olivia?”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Drawing in a steadying breath, I opted for honesty.&nbsp; I had to get out now.&nbsp; “I don’t know what any of this is.” I spoke quietly as I splayed my hand over the menu.&nbsp; When I saw relief light in his eyes I rushed on.&nbsp; “Look,” I leaned forward to keep the conversation between the two of us.&nbsp; “This clearly isn’t going to work.”&nbsp; I lowered my head and braced my hands on the table ready to push my chair back.&nbsp; “I’m sorry I wasted your time.&nbsp; I think we should just call it a nigh…”</p> Fri, 14 Nov 2014 15:56:54 GMT cef06028-9e5d-4c66-995c-5250a4d58135 TerrIIItory is live!!!! http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/terriiitory-is-live <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <span style="line-height: 115%; font-size: 14pt;"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri">My Stalkers: <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <span style="line-height: 115%; font-size: 14pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">In case you missed it, TerrIIItory is live!!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Yay!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Big thanks to my editor: Leiah Cooper and my beta and cover art creator: Cindy Hubbard a/k/a CJ Jones!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Here’s the link, or you can go to the ‘now available’ tab on my site. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <span style="line-height: 115%; font-size: 14pt;"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri">http://www.amazon.com/TerrIIItory-Territory-Book-Susan-Bliler-ebook/dp/B00OSLHZZU/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1414069045&amp;sr=1-3&amp;keywords=TerrIIItory <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <span style="line-height: 115%; font-size: 14pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">Hope you all enjoy the book.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Let me give you some insight. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <span style="line-height: 115%; font-size: 14pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">The story steps away from the Blackbird pack and we’re introduced to Evander Kane.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He’s the younger brother to Barron Kane who has been living in the wilds of British Columbia for the past several years with an unruly group on rogue Alphas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>These four Alphas are all hiding from one thing or another, but have to face their pasts when the wild Alpha pack decides to disband.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>As you can probably guess, the next books in the series will branch off to follow these Alphas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>We get an introduction to Barron in TerrIIItory, and then he’s off on his mission. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <span style="line-height: 115%; font-size: 14pt;"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri">In usual news: <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <span style="line-height: 115%; font-size: 14pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">On the home front:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Still chipping away at the home office.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Crappy time to be just at the end.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It’s all done except for furnishing the dang room, but I’ve got this thing about spending money on myself after labor day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Deep sigh…all my money goes to Christmas shopping. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <span style="line-height: 115%; font-size: 14pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">On the work front:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Bleh! <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <span style="line-height: 115%; font-size: 14pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">On the writing front: Well, here’s what you all wanna hear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Next in line?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Skin Walkers: RedKnife.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I have to say he seems a little more highly anticipated than even York.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>:0) <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <span style="line-height: 115%; font-size: 14pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">Plans for the weekend:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Having the kiddos over for a pumpkin carving contest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>CJ Jones always wins—even though she’s not a kid—but the kids love it! <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <span style="line-height: 115%; font-size: 14pt;"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri">Happy Halloween all! <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> Thu, 23 Oct 2014 08:01:44 GMT b20dce9f-6be5-4307-84b4-ec964a268571 TerrIIItory http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/terriiitory-2 <p> Stalkerazzi:</p> <p> Thanks everyone for all the great messages and e-mails.&nbsp; Again, if you’ve Facebook messaged me and I haven’t back to you, it’s not for lack of trying.&nbsp; Something weird is going on with my Facebook messenger and it won’t let me message people back?!&nbsp; If you know why this is…HELP!</p> <p> TerrIIItory is set to drop ANY day now.&nbsp; If you’re on the list for my newsletter, rest assured that you’ll receive my newsletter and a link to the site to buy TerrIIItory the day it’s released.&nbsp;</p> <p> Next in the works?&nbsp; Skin Walkers: RedKnife.&nbsp; He’s been pretty highly anticipated, so I hope you all enjoy.&nbsp; I’m shooting for around Christmas for that release.&nbsp;</p> <p> On the home front:&nbsp; Just trying to relentlessly pursue happiness.&nbsp; It doesn’t just happen, people.&nbsp; We gotta work at it!</p> <p> My home office is still not complete.&nbsp; I had to put it on the back burner to help my sister with her office.&nbsp; We put in the floor all by ourselves!&nbsp; It looks great and I feel like a carpentry goddess!&nbsp;</p> <p> On the work front:&nbsp; Bleh!</p> <p> On the writing front:&nbsp; Well, good ‘ol CJ Jones swears you all are going to love TerrIIItory, which is great.&nbsp; Not sure if I’ve ever shared this, but once I write a book, I never go back and read it so I’m going to have to trust her judgment on this one.&nbsp; Although, she has been known to lie to my face!&nbsp; {:0{&nbsp;</p> <p> Recently, I’ve been quite inspired which is AWESOME considering the slump I went through about mid-summer.&nbsp; I’ve got some great work going into the Territory series, and there’s one book in particular that I’m really excited to get out to you all!!! &nbsp;&nbsp;Don’t think I’ve shared a snippet of that yet?&nbsp; Hmm… &nbsp;Well, here you go.&nbsp; (Disclaimer:&nbsp; It’s unedited…and copyrighted.&nbsp; Don’t jack my shit!&nbsp;&nbsp;:o)</p> <p> “I only count ten.&nbsp; Who’s missing?”&nbsp; Delano eyed the circle.&nbsp; Just as he’d suspected, his first test had begun.&nbsp; “Didn’t I command<em> all</em> wolves present?” he snarled.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Several pairs of eyes shot around the circle.&nbsp; Most were indifferent, some actually appeared bored.&nbsp; Someone whispered a name and murmurs began.&nbsp; Suddenly, all looks turned to ones of genuine concern.&nbsp; Good!&nbsp; They should know that he’d be challenging the wolf who’d chosen to defy his order.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> The hot-shot stepped forward and actually appeared <em>repentant</em>?&nbsp; <em>Odd.</em></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Alpha, we…”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Oh, <em>now</em> I’m Alpha?”&nbsp; He had to admit his curiosity was piqued.&nbsp; Why was this punk suddenly so acquiescent?&nbsp; Who in the hell was this wolf that was missing that he’d garner such concern from the pack?&nbsp; Were they afraid for the tardy wolf?&nbsp; Or were they actually concerned for Delano’s safety?&nbsp; He snorted derisively.&nbsp; He was Alpha by action not appointment.&nbsp; He’d fought to earn his title and he’d fight to keep it.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> He picked up the sound of leaves crunching seconds before the pack’s eyes jerked behind him.&nbsp; <em>Perfect!</em>&nbsp; He’d get to mete out some punishment and show this unruly crew just who was in charge by making an example of the tardy wolf, who for some reason seemed to evoke protective instincts in the pack.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> He spun and lunged simultaneously just as several members of the pack shouted in unison, “NOOOOOO!”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> His hand was clamped to the throat of the tardy wolf and he let his Alpha command surge with full force to the fore.&nbsp; Lips peeled back, incisors elongated, and a vicious snarl rumbled from deep within his chest.&nbsp; It took him several seconds to realize it wasn’t a male wolf challenging for dominance at all.&nbsp; His hand was clutched in a death grip around the slender column of a satiny throat.&nbsp; Still snarling, he let his wolves eyes drift up until they locked on the softest brown eyes he’d ever seen.&nbsp; They weren’t light brown, they weren’t even hazel.&nbsp; No, they were like crystalized cinnamon with flecks of green.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Instinctively, his grip loosened, and his eyes dipped to watch petal pink lips part to suck in a deep breath.&nbsp; To her credit, the wolf in his grasp didn’t struggle or attempt to fight back.&nbsp; &nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Let her go!&nbsp; It’s Eleanor,” someone protested.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> It got Delano’s hackles up.&nbsp; The word ‘Eleanor’ was spoken, not as if it were a name, but as if it were a revered position in the pack.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> The woman, Eleanor, lifted a hand and closed it around his wrist.&nbsp; For a moment, he thought she’d fight.&nbsp; Instead, she began massaging his wrist with her thumb.&nbsp; His hold loosened more until she was able to pull free from him.&nbsp; Her shoulders instantly slumped and her free hand went to her throat as she coughed quietly.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Eleanor!” a young female raced forward, scowling up at Delano as she passed.&nbsp; “Are you okay?”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Eleanor cleared her throat and peeked up at Delano with a soft smile, “Fine.”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> The rest of the pack stepped forward and all spoke at once, reaching for Eleanor to give her a quick hug or reassuring pat on the back.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Unsure what to do with himself, Delano stepped back as the crowd gathered around the woman.&nbsp; She spoke to the pack but kept her eyes on him.&nbsp; Surprisingly, and annoyingly, he felt guilt bite for having grabbed her.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> After reassuring every one that she was fine, Eleanor held up a hand and the pack quieted.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Riss, introduce me to our new Alpha.”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> The female that had scowled at Delano earlier lifted her chin defiantly as she faced him.&nbsp; “Eleanor…” &nbsp;It was a sign of disrespect to him to be introduced second rather than first and the little stunt didn’t go unnoticed. &nbsp;“This is Delano Bowden.&nbsp; The new pack Alpha.”&nbsp; The last sentence was spoken with clear disdain.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Eleanor turned to frown at Riss disapprovingly.&nbsp; When she stepped forward, the pack parted and allowed her to walk up to Delano.&nbsp; She extended her hand, “My apologies, Alpha Bowden.&nbsp; I meant no disrespect with my tardiness.”&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> She looked at him and he could see the truth in her words even as he accepted her hand and instead of shaking it, held on.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “I was aware of your arrival today and wanted to secure our perimeter.&nbsp; We’ve had some difficulties as of late with the neighboring packs coming into our territory.&nbsp; I was merely making sure there’d be no breach in territorial protocol on this day of your arrival.”&nbsp; She lifted a slender hand to massage her throat, “My hope was for things to run smoothly.”&nbsp; Flashing him a beautiful smile, she shrugged her shoulder, “Epic failure.&nbsp; My apologies again, Alpha.”&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> She was like a breath of fresh air.&nbsp; <em>This</em> was how an Alpha was supposed to be treated.&nbsp; With respect and reverence, and…&nbsp; He was trying to decipher just how many colors were in the female shifter’s eyes when she smirked and looked down.&nbsp; It was then he realized he still held her hand.&nbsp; Quickly dropping it, he jerked himself from his reverie.&nbsp; “Why were <em>you </em>sent to secure the perimeter?”&nbsp; He eyed the circle of shifters angrily, “Who is pack Beta?”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> The pack bowed their heads in near unison and retreated a step, leaving Eleanor standing her ground alone.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “We have no Beta,” Eleanor offered.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “What?” his tone was incredulous.&nbsp; <em>Every </em>pack had a Beta!</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Eleanor placed a delicate hand on her chest, “I am pack Ambassador, but we have no…”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “<em>Ambassador?</em>” Delano practically spat the word.&nbsp; “What in the hell is that?”&nbsp; He was almost afraid to hear the answer.&nbsp; Had his cousin truly let his pack form into such disarray with a female acting as quasi-Beta?</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “It means that as the eldest member of the pack, the rest are urged to come to me for guidance when our Alpha is unavailable.&nbsp; I also handle all interaction with outside packs, and am in charge of ensuring the pack’s safety.”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Letting his head fall back and his eyes close, Delano didn’t even bother to throttle the growl of displeasure that rumbled from his chest as his teeth audibly clenched.&nbsp; It was worse than he’d thought.&nbsp; Eleanor wasn’t simply acting as pack <em>Ambassador</em>.&nbsp; She had become the quasi-pack Alpha and was handling the Alpha’s duties.&nbsp; He needed to get things lined out fast.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Slowly, he lowered his head and scowled at the group of expectant eyes that watched him.&nbsp; Lifting a hand, he brushed it along Eleanor’s arm only to question the action seconds later.&nbsp; Why had he touched her?&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Pack in formation,” he commanded and nodded with his head for Eleanor to fall in with the pack.&nbsp; She was the only one that moved.&nbsp; The rest of the pack looked at one another in confusion.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “He means form a circle,” Eleanor whispered and had the pack moving jerkily to do her bidding.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Delano stifled a groan.&nbsp; <em>Fuck!&nbsp; They don’t even know pack protocol!</em></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Once a haphazard circle was formed he stepped into the center, lowered his chin and let his wolf surge to the fore just enough so his eyes transitioned to those of his wolf. His incisors elongated and his breathing increased.&nbsp; “I claim position of pack Alpha!” he snarled eyeing each of the male wolves as he ripped open the front of his shirt and jerked it off exposing lean muscle that bunched and flexed as he hunched his shoulders and curled his hands into white-knuckled fists.&nbsp; “Challengers?” he snarled, letting the pack know that any disputes over his claim would be settled now.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Delano slowly turned to eye each male wolf in succession until each had lowered his eyes in a submissive gesture of recognition.&nbsp; The hot shot stood his ground for a fraction of a second, but the instant Delano stepped toward him, the shifter’s eyes dropped.&nbsp; Even the females wouldn’t meet his gaze.&nbsp; Well, <em>most </em>females.&nbsp; When he turned to Eleanor, she held his gaze a moment, and instead of his wolf seeing it as a challenge, his damn wolf actually softened his battle ready stance.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Slowly, Eleanor dipped her head to hide her expression but he’d caught it.&nbsp; It was a mixture feminine interest and…confusion.&nbsp; Almost as if she’d been admiring him, but couldn’t figure out why.&nbsp; Annoyed with his wolf, he forced the beast to recede when it tried to coerce him into approaching Eleanor.&nbsp; His wolf was curious about her, and if he was being honest, he was as well.&nbsp; How had such a female come to be pack Alpha?&nbsp; And why wasn’t she mated?&nbsp; She was too beautiful and alluring to be alone and unprotected.&nbsp; Again, he eyed the pack males.&nbsp; Why hadn’t any of them claimed her?&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> He tore his attention from the males to scan the pack females.&nbsp; There were four of them, aside from Eleanor, and all of them were unmated.&nbsp; It was odd.&nbsp; There were six males in the pack and the fact that none of them had successfully courted a female spoke volumes.&nbsp; Worse, how had all six of the males permitted Eleanor to take position as Beta?&nbsp; Hell that meant that before his arrival, she’d been the fucking pack Alpha!&nbsp; His new pack was a mess!</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Sighing in frustration, he plowed a hand through his hair at the disarray his cousin had allowed to befall his pack.&nbsp; Delano had his work cut out for him, and wasn’t going to waste any time.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Females back to the house,” he eyed the males.&nbsp; “The rest of you stay here and pair off.&nbsp; You’ll battle for Beta position.”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> No one moved.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Am I speaking fucking French?” Delano growled.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Everyone looked to Eleanor and Delano gritted his teeth in impatience.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Alpha Bowden,” she spoke softly as she stepped forward, “may we speak in private?”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “NO!” he boomed spinning on her.&nbsp; He felt a pinch of regret when Eleanor backed up a step.&nbsp; “Females to the house,” he let his full Alpha authority seep into his tone and lash through the air, spurring everyone to follow his command. &nbsp;“NOW!”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Eleanor lifted an arm towards the females and they quickly ducked their heads and scurried toward the house.&nbsp; Eleanor didn’t follow.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “You too,” Delano growled, eyeing her up and down.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Alpha Bowden, about the men.&nbsp; They…”</p> <p> <br /> “Are fucking cowards!” He turned on the men with a sneer.&nbsp; “You’d let a female become your Beta?” he challenged .&nbsp; “She’s out patrolling <em>your </em>pack territory while you’re what?”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> When no one answered, he stepped up to the hot shot, sneering down as he pressed his nose into the other male’s forehead.&nbsp; “What in the fuck were you all doing that was so important that you’d let a female guard your territory?”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> The male had dropped his eyes the instant Delano stepped toward him.&nbsp; His response was barely audible.&nbsp; “We were…” he cleared his throat, “um…watching the game.”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> Tue, 14 Oct 2014 16:44:53 GMT 3061b4a6-4be4-4a8a-a6f6-fc0001403dee Craziness! http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/craziness <p> Okay, long time no talk.&nbsp; Things have been crazy.&nbsp; For those of you who live in a Winterfell you understand the urgency that comes with the last few weeks of sunshine.&nbsp; That’s where we’re at.&nbsp; The snow is going to fly like any second and now I’m rushing around like a mad woman trying to check off my list of things I left idle all summer.&nbsp; You know, re-potting plants, organizing storage, remodeling my office.&nbsp; Bleh!&nbsp; Plus, I was going through a serious bout of….hmm, I’d say writer’s block but my good buddy Tyler Joseph of TwentyOne Pilots infamy says, “I do not have writer’s block, my writer just hates the clock.”&nbsp; Gotta love advice from a man with two first names!&nbsp; Anywhoo, FINALLY my muse is back and I’ve been getting some serious writing done.&nbsp; Okay ‘serious’ might be an exaggeration, but I am getting back into the swing of things.&nbsp; Speaking of back into the swing of things, Hi, Lettee!&nbsp; Where in the hell have you been?&nbsp; Also, a shout out to Em.&nbsp; (That lady is always with me!)&nbsp; Anyway, just wanted to let you all know that I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth and I will be back in a major way shortly!&nbsp; ps &nbsp;RedKnife is going to be fucking AWESOME!!!!!!</p> <p> Also, just a quick note to tell CJ Jones that you being back in the game has brought ME back to life.&nbsp; “And with each other…”&nbsp; Love you sister!</p> Mon, 08 Sep 2014 16:15:13 GMT 96943f68-eb75-4d4a-877d-300b610c4f00 Terrifically Blessed http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/terrifically-blessed <p> Did you all know that good feedback feels like standing in the grace of a perfect sun?&nbsp; It makes me feel like I’m doing good and like I belong.&nbsp; Don’t get me wrong.&nbsp; I still wake up every day and check Amazon to see how my books are doing. &nbsp;I worry that today’s the day the good folks at Amazon will figure out that I’m not a “real author” and kick me out.&nbsp; To this day and after 10 published books I <em>still</em> feel like I snuck into the party and have been enjoying cocktails, hors d’oeuvres, and some excellent fucking company without truly deserving to be there.&nbsp; At first this worry gave me anxiety, now I just tell myself to “<em>shut the hell up and stop insulting your muse”</em>.&nbsp; Truth is I’d still write even if nobody read it.&nbsp; So to those of you who favor me with your hours I say:&nbsp; I wouldn’t be me without you.&nbsp; My work has been nurtured by your suggestions and approvals.&nbsp; My efforts have doubled in the need to continue feeding the appetites of those of you who have the palate for my writing.&nbsp; Without you, I’d still be the girl writing stories for her bored twin instead of the woman writing books for her fellow romantics.&nbsp; You have made me successful in that I am finally able to give to readers what so many wonderful authors have given to me, the ability to reach out with words, to grab your hand, and to take you on an unforgettable journey through a world of my invention where we end with my expectant smile as I stare at you and say, “Well?”&nbsp; The best response?&nbsp; Your return smile and genuine, “I saw it too and I loved it!”&nbsp; Thank you my Stalkers for reading me, thank you fellow authors for inspiring me, and thank you to those first few who believed in me when I was trapped in the shadow of doubt.&nbsp; &nbsp;</p> Tue, 19 Aug 2014 16:07:22 GMT 0cb85079-b841-4100-87a9-675226a19a03