Susan A Bliler http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog Susan A Bliler en Fri, 10 Feb 2012 22:28:32 GMT Wed, 24 Sep 2014 02:39:20 GMT 60 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 21:15:13 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 21:07:22 GMT 0cb85079-b841-4100-87a9-675226a19a03 Monday, bleh! http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/monday-bleh <p> Well, hello my Stalkers.&nbsp; Long time no talk.&nbsp; I tried to upload this as a ‘Free Preview Friday’, but it didn’t work.&nbsp; Then it was going to be a ‘Sample Saturday’, which also failed.&nbsp; So here it is Monday…&nbsp;&nbsp; I have no witty name for a preview/partial/snippet/sample for a Monday.&nbsp; Fuck it.&nbsp; Here’s a little taste of something I’m working on in my Territory series.&nbsp; It’s unedited.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “And what about you?&nbsp; Where do you end up when the dust finally settles?”&nbsp; Barron’s gut tightened at the pain and fear he read in her haunted eyes as Wila turned to look at him.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “My only concern is getting my pack placed.&nbsp; After that,” she shook her head.&nbsp; “I can only pray that I fall in battle.”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “You pray to die?” &nbsp;His fury was instant.&nbsp; “If your pack is settled, then there’ll be no need for it.&nbsp; Walk away!&nbsp; Or better yet, submit!”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “This territory has belonged to the Hutchison family for hundreds of year.”&nbsp; She shook her head dejectedly, “I can’t give it up without a fight, and I am no Alpha if I willingly submit.”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> When Barron continued to scowl at her, she continued.&nbsp; “Besides, do you really think he’ll let me walk?”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Who?”&nbsp; Barron was itching to find this unknown adversary and pound him into the fucking dirt.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Any of them.&nbsp; <em>All </em>of them.&nbsp; Do you think Alpha’s will drag their packs hundreds of miles to watch me walk away?”&nbsp; She balled her hands into tiny fists, “They’ll want to prove to their packs that this land was taken, <em>earned.&nbsp; </em>That means my submission and my submission is something they’ll only get while standing over my dead body.”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “You’re making this harder than it has to be,” his mind was working to find a solution.&nbsp; “You’re beautiful, young…hell you can’t be more than twenty-three.&nbsp; All of the Alpha’s won’t be that bad.&nbsp; <em>Claim one</em>,” he practically commanded.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “I’m twenty-six,” she clarified, “and do you think a relationship could work if I know he’s taken me only to gain my lands?”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Barron shrugged, “There are worse things.”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> She frowned up at him, “Oh yeah?&nbsp; Name one!”&nbsp; She turned and was headed back to the compound when her senses kicked in.&nbsp; She froze and scented the air as she dropped her head to scan the area.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Barron was suddenly at her side, “I sense it too.”&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> He put his back to hers as the scanned the forest.&nbsp; His body suddenly tensed and Willa tried to step around him to confront what she could now scent as two unknown males in her territory.&nbsp; Barron didn’t let her.&nbsp; His hand curled around her hip as he shoved her behind him, using his own body to shield hers from view.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Standing behind him, Willa realized that either Barron was extremely large or she was ridiculously small.&nbsp; Her nose only reached the center of his back and her slight frame was completely hidden behind the breadth of him.&nbsp; And what a breadth it was.&nbsp;&nbsp; All lean, corded muscle that bunched and flexed under this clothes with the need to fight that surged through him.&nbsp; His massive shoulders hunched and she recognized the stance as one of threat.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Who in the fuck are you?” Barron challenged in a snarl.&nbsp; Willa attempted to step around him again, but his hand gripped tighter to keep her from moving.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> The response was a growl before a throaty laugh bounced off the trees.&nbsp; “I’m Alpha Atkins.&nbsp; This is my Beta Cobalt.&nbsp; I’ve come to court the Alpha Willow.”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Willa’s heart thundered to a halt in her chest.&nbsp; Her hands trembled with the need to curl into the back of Barron’s shirt, but she was an Alpha and knew that any display of weakness was an insult to her pack.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Her name is <em>Willa</em>,” Barron ground out, “and she’s not seeing any suitors today?” &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Really?”&nbsp; The voice seemed closer.&nbsp; “And who might you be?”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> In front of her, Barron stopped hunching and rose to his full height.&nbsp; It was an impressive display.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Alpha Barron Kane,” he supplied in a deadly tone.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> The asshole, Atkins, actually had the nerve to chuckle.&nbsp; “I’ve heard of you.&nbsp; You’re brother, Evander, has just acquired the Colorado territory.&nbsp; He’s close friends with the Blackbird packs of the Montanas and Wyoming.&nbsp; And you…,” the voice inched closer.&nbsp; “You abandoned your pack.&nbsp; Left them to fend for themselves in the wilds of British Columbia I heard.”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Willa’s breathing stopped.&nbsp; She didn’t want to miss a word.&nbsp; In front of her, Barron’s body vibrated with the threatening growl that rumbled loose.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “I don’t explain myself.&nbsp; Especially to the likes of you.”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Atkins was back to laughing.&nbsp; “The likes of me?&nbsp; I’m just a harmless Alpha.&nbsp; I’ve sustained a modest domain in New Mexico.&nbsp; I’ve come to court Ms. <em>Willa</em>.&nbsp; To show my good faith, I’ve only been accompanied by my Beta.&nbsp; There is no one else.&nbsp; The rest of my pack has remained in New Mexico.”&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “You left your pack,” Barron snarled, “because you’re a scavenger and it’s quicker to travel in small numbers.&nbsp; You hoped to beat the other Alpha’s to the prize.&nbsp; I’ve heard of you and your pack of <em>coyotes!</em>” &nbsp;The term was a great insult to wolves.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Atkins’ tone turned deadly as he ignored the slight.&nbsp; “Apparently not fast enough.&nbsp; How is it you got here so fast?&nbsp; Word of the Alpha male’s demise only just reached the South.&nbsp; Yet, here you are.&nbsp; Conjured up from God knows where.&nbsp; Don’t pretend your designs aren’t the same as mine.”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Willa’s heart sank.&nbsp; She knew Barron had no designs on her land, but he couldn’t help her either, and she had no right to expect him to.&nbsp; She was alone in this fight.&nbsp; Taking a step back from Barron, she squeaked when his hand clamped onto her hip and jerked her body hard into the solid wall of his back. Instantly, her body warmed everywhere it touched his.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Aaaah,” Atkins’ tone was amused.&nbsp; “Have you not told little Ms. Willa your intentions?&nbsp; Does she believe you’re here under some false pretense?”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “I’m not here for her territory!&nbsp; I’m here for her.&nbsp; The female is mine!”</p> Mon, 18 Aug 2014 22:44:30 GMT e80d5c5f-99cf-488c-8a9a-2179aad3e083 It's begun! http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/its-begun <p> I’ve officially started the great office remodel of 2014.&nbsp; Let’s hope it doesn’t go into 2015.&nbsp; Funny, I took some ‘before’ photos and then cleaned for like 3 hrs (mostly went through my desk and book shelf, but had a great sense of accomplishment).&nbsp; I took some photos after the 3 hr cleaning session and was deflated to see that the pics were nearly identical to the ‘before’ photos.&nbsp; This sucks!&nbsp; Must.&nbsp; Clean.&nbsp; Faster!</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Well, summer is almost over here in the Greatness.&nbsp; Snow’ll be flying before ya know it, but I couldn’t let it end without one last purchase.&nbsp; I bought myself a motorcycle!&nbsp; Okay, maybe “motorcycle” is being generous.&nbsp; It’s a 2005 Buell Blast. It’s made by Harley and is their starter bike for those who want to work their way up to a Harley, so it’s exactly what I need.&nbsp; Been practicing nightly and s-l-o-w-l-y getting the hang of it.&nbsp; My mate is worried.&nbsp; He thinks I drive too fast, but I’m working on it.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Anyway, haven’t written anything in a few days.&nbsp; A lot has been going on.&nbsp; My little brother got a new house and a new job in the same week.&nbsp; He’s now working in my office w/ my sis and me.&nbsp; It’s AWESOME!&nbsp; Also, my older brother’s been staying with me for a few weeks.&nbsp; Between all the family changes and my new bike, I just haven’t found the time.&nbsp; Plus, I need a good book to read.&nbsp; They always help to inspire me, so if any of you have any suggestions for your favorite read, hit me up!</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> This weekend, my step-son is with his Grandma so I feel like I have a “kitchen pass”, woot, woot!&nbsp; Looking forward to going out and doing something fun with my mate and the rest of the pack!</p> Thu, 07 Aug 2014 22:00:35 GMT 1d205292-a0db-49a8-9524-72b612facfb3 Doss http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/doss <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">Hot topic:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>if you haven’t seen the trailer for 50 Shades of Grey, watch it!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Wow!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>That’s all I can say.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Just…WOW!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Love Beyonce’s remake of Crazy in Love too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It looks awesome, can’t wait for V-day. <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">On the work front:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>My brother just got hired to work for the same agency as my sister and I.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Cool!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>But…still a little weird to be working with both your brother and sister in the same office.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I love it! <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <font size="3"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri">On the home front:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Spent the past weekend at the motorcycle rally in Red Lodge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was great.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Burned my leg on some hot pipes, but other than that it was all good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I found out that my husband has been thwarting my attempts to buy a motorcycle because, “I’ve seen you drive a truck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I couldn’t imagine you one a bike.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Hmmm….good to know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Guess I’ll have to strike out on my own and make this thing happen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>;o)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">Also, before this summer is over, I WILL START MY OFFICE REMODEL.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I’ll be sure to post before and after pics on Facebook. <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <font size="3"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri">On the writing front:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Started writing a new book yesterday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I only had the main female and male characters names (Doss and Olivia) typed out on a new page and then stopped to debate if it was a good time to start a new book.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I’ve got the Territory series in the works, not to mention Skin Walkers and I still need to debut my Keepers, so I wasn’t too sure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Was thinking I needed a sign.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Totally not shitting you…<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>my sister walk in and says “What do you think of the name Doss?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>My jaw hit the floor and I pointed at the screen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She was as shocked as me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Can’t get a more firm sign then that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Time to start a new book! <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> Fri, 25 Jul 2014 14:19:56 GMT 614607e7-3530-4a7f-b29c-5eaf936a3f34 Frustrating Friday! http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/frustrating-friday <p> <strong>On the writing front:</strong> I wish things would stop being so friggin’ stressful.&nbsp; It’s not conducive to writing.&nbsp; It’s hard to write about a happy fantasy world when the real one bites!&nbsp; I can’t wait until five years from now when I can look back on this time and be proud that I made it through. &nbsp;I must admit I’m having a hell of a dry spell on the writing front.&nbsp; Just been too stressed to write or even read, which is huge for me because I read ALL the time.&nbsp; I tried to talk my husband into moving to Italy.&nbsp; Is it sad that I want to run away from my life?&nbsp; Cute, he said he’d go anywhere on the planet as long as I was there.&nbsp; I love my king.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> <strong>On the work front:</strong>&nbsp; Still at 40hrs/week.&nbsp; Can’t seem to pull the trigger on dedicating myself to writing.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> <strong>Plans for the future:</strong>&nbsp; Again, I plan on getting my shit togetha!&nbsp; Have you seen Band of Brothers?&nbsp; One of my favorite passages is when Captain Winters talks about surviving D-Day.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “That night, I thanked God for seeing me through that day of days and prayed I would make it through D plus 1. I also promised that if some way I could get home again, I would find a nice peaceful town and spend the rest of my life in peace.”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> My misery isn’t comparable on any level to what those men or Captain Winters endured, but I feel I can relate to his desire to live in peace.&nbsp; In my pack, great responsibility accompanies being the matriarch.&nbsp; Any flattery at the appointment is buried under the weight of that responsibility.&nbsp; Like those brave men, we have heightened our pack ties through the bond of combat.&nbsp; The shared misery and joys, sorrows and triumphs of life have tied us together more firmly than any mere blood relation could.&nbsp; I had always thought and secretly hoped that surviving poverty would be the worst thing we’d have to endure.&nbsp; I was wrong.&nbsp; It feels like it’s been such a long and tough life and how crazy is that?&nbsp; I’m 37 and that’s not old.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Anyway, getting sidetracked here.&nbsp; The point of my Captain Winters story is that when I overcome this huge hurdle currently in front of me, I vow to spend the rest of my life in peace.&nbsp; Loyalty begins at home and I sometimes feel that my mate gets pushed to the backburner with my duty to pack.&nbsp; After this last obligation I’m going to focus on MY HOUSE and my true responsibility and duty as a wife.&nbsp; Let’s be honest, grown ass adults don’t and shouldn’t need someone to oversee them.&nbsp; I cannot convey the frustration of being there for everyone all time and never having anyone to confide in myself.&nbsp; I’m going rogue and I’m taking my mate with me, and I look forward to the fact that it won’t be he and I against the world, but he and I simply living in this world.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Okay, nonsensical rant over.&nbsp; And since you all listened so studiously I feel obliged to share some work.&nbsp; This is from my soon-to-be released TerrIIItory.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Shit!&nbsp; </em>Weston released the woman he held, just as a fist was thrown at his face.&nbsp; He caught it and smiled at the shorter male before returning the punch with one of his own that actually connected, sending the younger shifter stumbling backward.&nbsp; His friend took advantage and dove on Weston.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> The two younger shifters capitalized on their numbers, but it didn’t take Weston long to have one bleeding and reeling on the ground while the other male shifted thinking he’d be quicker.&nbsp; <em>Fool!</em>&nbsp; Jerking the sliver free from its holster on his thigh, he noted the wolf eyed it warily.&nbsp;&nbsp; In his wolf form, he’d able to sense the imminent threat of the object.&nbsp; The liquid silver curled and stirred in its barely contained shape.&nbsp; It sensed an enemy near.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Seeming to realize the danger he was in, the wolf took a step back and Weston lowered the weapon when he was suddenly attacked from behind.&nbsp; Without thought, he plunged the sliver into the thigh of his assailant and his satisfaction faded when he heard a feminine scream of agony.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> He spun, and ignored Mateo’s giddy, “Looks like you could use some help.”&nbsp; He sensed Lincoln as well, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the woman he’d held earlier as she writhed on the ground, trying—in vain—to extract the sliver from where he’d stabbed it into her thigh leaving a long, deep, gash that was bleeding profusely.&nbsp;&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> She looked up and Weston’s gaze collided with the pain-filled, hazel eyes.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> <em>NO!</em></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Instantly, he crashed to his knees.&nbsp; The air whooshed out of his lungs and he curled his hands into tight fists as agony gripped him.&nbsp; His claws extended and shot into the palms of his hands, drawing forth another agonized snarl.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Weston Ryan had just come face-to-face with his mate!</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “<em>No!</em>&nbsp; No, no, no, NO!”&nbsp; The woman began crawling backward away from him, and he felt the urge to get up and give chase.&nbsp; From the sound of her terror, she was well aware of what had just happened.&nbsp; She knew what his reaction meant, she knew she was his.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “AAAAAAAAAGH!” Weston growled, attempting to get to his feet as his mate struggled to her feet and stumbled out the door of the building, leaving a trail of blood behind her.&nbsp; Just beyond the glass he saw her race to the parking lot where she shifted and limped into the woods.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> He heard gasps and as he struggled to his feet, several mothers jerked their children closer and men shielded their wives.&nbsp; Ignoring the crowded bus station, his eyes locked on the slowly closing glass door that led out the front of the building.&nbsp; Unable to control it, he gave in to the primal instincts that surged through him and crashed out the front door.&nbsp; He stopped long enough to scent the air before he found what he was looking for.&nbsp; Seconds later, he was racing into the woods, hot on the trail of his mate.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Weston found her huddled under a tree.&nbsp; Her chest rose and fell rapidly and she was so engrossed on extracting the sliver from her leg that she didn’t notice his approach.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Don’t!” he commanded gently knowing that she’d only make things worse with her attempts at removal.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Her head snapped in his direction and his heart clenched.&nbsp; She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> She froze.&nbsp; The hand that held the stick she’d been using to try and pry the sliver free began to shake.&nbsp; He wasn’t sure if it was from fear, adrenaline, or pain.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> His eyes dipped to her bent leg and guilt seized him at the sight of her wound.&nbsp; Her skirt was hiked up to reveal a creamy thigh marred only by the deep gash that was weeping crimson.&nbsp; He hated himself for marring such perfection.&nbsp; It had to hurt like hell, and worse her beautifully delicate dress was now covered in blood.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> When she tried to get up, his eyes shot to hers and he realized she was eyeing him warily.&nbsp; Her arms trembled with the attempted effort and she dropped back to the ground.&nbsp; She was too weak to make a run for it.&nbsp; Part of him was glad he wouldn’t have to chase her, but a bigger part of him was angry with himself for allowing her to be injured and for not doing something to ease her suffering.&nbsp; <em>Do something!</em></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> He held his hands up and took a tentative step toward her, speaking softly.&nbsp; “The sliver is designed to burrow deeper when removal is attempted.”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> She used her arms and scooted herself away from him, and his wolf hated her reaction to him.&nbsp; When she winced at the action and a feminine whimper escaped her pink lips, he forced his wolf back and swallowed down his urge to rush to her.&nbsp; “It’s okay.&nbsp; I won’t hurt you,” he promised soothingly.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “You already have!” she hurled back, pulling her upper lip back to flash fang and growl at his slow approach, attempting to scare him off.</p> Fri, 11 Jul 2014 15:34:58 GMT c6db3501-c270-421c-b3ae-88f15060905d Mwaaa Friday! http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/mwaaa-friday <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <font size="3"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri">Well, it’s been a long week my stalkerazzi.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Been working some on TerrIIItory and my good ol’ SW series.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Have I told you all that I’m in love with Remy?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>(deep sigh) <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>Come on, sing it with me:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Where have all the good men gone and where are all the Gods?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Where’s the street-wise Hercules to fight the rising odds?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Isn’t there a white-knight upon a fiery steed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Good men are the most rare creatures on the face of the earth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>If you have one, cherish him ladies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I love you my king!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span> <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <font size="3"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri">Okay, back to SW.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Let me answer some of the recurring questions that have been popping up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>1) Yes, I’m working on a series for the Keepers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>2) Yes, shit is going to hit the fan in SW.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Remy’s brought a devil into Apex, the Keepers are uncontrollable, and the Megalya are two seconds away from finding StoneCrow Estates!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Aaaaagh! 3) RedKnife will be out some time nearer to Christmas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Don’t know if that means before Christmas or after, but you won’t be getting him anytime soon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Sorry!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>(You guys know I love you right?)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>4) SW: King has been pulled from all e-publishers and will only be offered through Amazon as part of their Select program.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It’s only temporary.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>4)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I contacted Smashwords to find out why SW: York isn’t available yet on Kobo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The response I received is that it can take up to 10 weeks for books to go live on Kobo?!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I guess it’s a hurry up and wait deal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">On the writing front:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The Territory series is getting out of control!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I’ve been working on book 8 and it’s ridiculous because books 3-7 aren’t even published yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>But you know my muse. Much like a Walker, he wants to do what he wants to do, when he wants to do it! <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">On the work front:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I got new computer glasses and migraines have decreased by oh about 95%!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Who knew that all good all Suza Ruza needed was some prescription locs?! <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">Plans for the future:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I’ve decided I’d like to become a ninja assassin in my spare time (That’s a ninja that is an assassin, not an assassin that hunts ninjas)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I’ll work on that and keep ya posted. ;o)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>ps, I’m totally addicted to the new TMNT animated reboot right now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>BOOYAKASHA! <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <font size="3"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri">Seriously though, I’m just working on living up to my soul.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Working on being the me I was meant to be and not letting other people’s bullshit and idiocy slow me down, hold me back, or make me feel guilt over the awesome life that MY good choices have earned me. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>Fighting to shine bright in God’s light!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>#DoTheSame <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> Fri, 27 Jun 2014 19:01:45 GMT b03bef2a-e859-4753-9a92-caa56e3b6357 SW: Remy http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/sw-remy <p> Been working on SW: Remy.&nbsp; Have been playing the song Raise Your Weapon by Deadmau5.&nbsp; This song is so fitting.&nbsp; It’s a female singing with a beautiful voice, living life.&nbsp; Then things suddenly still, everything changes.&nbsp; You can actually feel in the song the part where she meets Remy.&nbsp; You’ve gotta hear the song.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;I don’t typically listen to music when I write.&nbsp; I prefer total silence, but this song just got me.&nbsp; Anyway, check it out on iTunes if you can.</p> <p> This also got me thinking about my other books.&nbsp; I typically have a song that I listen to repeatedly as a theme for my books.&nbsp; As I said, I don’t usually listen to the songs while I write—with a few rare exceptions.&nbsp; I listen to them while driving to and from work or while working out during lunch and concentrate on my story-line and where I want it to go.&nbsp; (I should start disclosing these songs so you all can feel what I felt when I wrote them.)&nbsp; Anyway, it’s awesome how music plays just a vital role in shaping my work.&nbsp; I can tell you that most of my SW: Series was written to 30 Seconds to Mars.&nbsp; The song, Beautiful Lie by them holds a special place in my heart.</p> <p> I’d just written Territory and had sent it to a publisher.&nbsp; After nearly a year of waiting, they shot me down.&nbsp; Deflated, I wasn’t sure what to do.&nbsp; I mean if the publisher said my writing was crap, it had to be true.&nbsp; My sister suggested self-publishing and I was against it.&nbsp; How could I put a work out there that I had just been told was shit?&nbsp; The had to know what they were talking about and how embarrassing would that be for me to put a book out that I knew sucked and then have to face the backlash?&nbsp; Problem was, I didn’t think it sucked.&nbsp; I read a lot and I feel like I know a good book when I read one.&nbsp; I disagreed with the publisher, but was still wary of putting myself out there.&nbsp; I was struggling really hard with this for about a week.&nbsp; Not sleeping, doubting myself, too afraid to take a chance.&nbsp; Then one day at the gym, I’m running and listening to 30 Seconds to Mars on my iPod.&nbsp; The song Beautiful Lie comes on.&nbsp; The first line is, “Lie awake in bed at night and think about your life.&nbsp; Do you want to be different?”&nbsp; That was it.&nbsp; Those two lines convinced me to self-publish.&nbsp; I wanted my life to be different.&nbsp; I wanted to be a writer, and I wasn’t going to let self-doubt stop me from at least trying.</p> <p> I published Territory and sold 4,500 copies in the first two months with an average of 4 stars on Amazon.&nbsp; The feedback and success was so great that I wrote Prequel in the following 2 months.&nbsp; You all know the rest!&nbsp; Anyway, thank you to my Stalkers and my fans pre-Skin Walkers who got me started and gave me support early on when I needed it the most.&nbsp; If I hadn’t gotten it then, I wouldn’t be writing now.&nbsp; I appreciate you all so much!&nbsp;</p> <p> Also, I’m going to have a countdown promotion.&nbsp; SW: King going on sale for $.99 in the next week.&nbsp; Tell your friends!</p> Fri, 13 Jun 2014 15:23:12 GMT 9d4888c5-9a95-425f-a9cf-dae314d371b6 Coming down from York! http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/coming-down-from-york <p> <font color="#000000" face="Calibri" size="3">Well, the post York publication high is finally starting to settle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>When I release a book it’s a mad rush of trolling Facebook posts, responding to e-mails, watching for reviews to see what people think, and keeping an eye on the Best Sellers list to see how my book does.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I think York has peaked in the UK at #2!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Thanks to all of you for that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He didn’t do as well in the U.S.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He made it to #5 here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Anyway, if you haven’t shared the following link: </font><a href="http://www.amazon.com/York-Skin-Walkers-Susan-Bliler-ebook/dp/B00KO9F8J0/ref=la_B0064C7QPU_1_10?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1402081468&amp;sr=1-10"><font color="#0000ff" face="Calibri" size="3">http://www.amazon.com/York-Skin-Walkers-Susan-Bliler-ebook/dp/B00KO9F8J0/ref=la_B0064C7QPU_1_10?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1402081468&amp;sr=1-10</font></a><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"> <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p> <p> <font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">on your Facebook page, you can still do so to be entered into a drawing for an audio copy of SW: Monroe or an autographed copy of any one of my published books.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I’ll hold the drawing on 06/16/14 and post the results here and on Facebook. <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p> <p> <font size="3"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri">Thanks to everyone for all the great reviews and feedback.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>That’s the stuff that keeps me writing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p> <p> <font size="3"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri">On the home front:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The great bathroom remodel is ALMOST complete.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Still waiting for a shower door and some plumbing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>(I’m not going to remodel anything again for probably the next 5 years!)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p> <p> <font size="3"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri">Also, the Kings and BlackHawks have made it to the finals.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>My whole fam is going for Chi, but I’m taking LA.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>You gotta get behind J. Quick and his great turnaround.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p> <p> <font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">Started back at the gym and…it sux!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>My husband and I were at Fuddruckers the other night eating dinner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He ordered a bacon cheeseburger with onion rings and nacho cheese.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I had a salad and unsweetened tea.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He says around a bite of cheeseburger, “I can’t believe you wanted a salad.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Note:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>When I’m hungry I’m a bit of a diva…like those Snickers commercials.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Well I was starving and the salad wasn’t cutting it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I kinda lost it and yelled, “I don’t WANT a salad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Nobody</i> WANTS a salad!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I’m a goddamn carnivore!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>What I WANT is a fucking steak!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Poor guy!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He offered me his burger, but I toughed it out and ate my leaves.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The next night he took me out for pizza and beer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Love my Shane. <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p> <p> <font color="#000000" face="Times New Roman" size="3">O</font><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri">n the writing front:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Working on….Territory 6, Soul Sentries, and Skin Walkers!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Man, I’ve got so much stinking writing to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I need more hours in my day!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p> <p> <font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">On the work front:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Lame old, lame old! <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p> <p> <font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">Plans for the future:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>#1-Get my shit together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>#2-Write more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>#3-Eat less (pffff!)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>#4-Kick ass and take names! <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p> <p> <font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">Speaking of…did you know SW: Conn is kicking ass and taking names?!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He was originally published on 08/2012 and he’s STILL in the top 100 on Amazon’s Best Sellers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>#37 as of today.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>WOW!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>That hasn’t happened with any other book.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Guess I need to write about more badass heroines.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>(I’m on it!) <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p> <p> <font size="3"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri">Okay, that about sums up my life for now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>TTYL (</font><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">&szlig;</span></span><font face="Calibri">-It took me look 3 months of getting this texted to me before I ever found out what it meant.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Talk To Ya Later.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Anyway, I love you my Stalkers, thanks for all your support and positive feedback.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Without you, I’d be just some crazy writer with a bunch of stories! <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> Fri, 06 Jun 2014 19:20:14 GMT ee5c4766-b43a-494e-9bc9-192802286e2d Sorry a day late w/ my blog post! http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/sorry-a-day-late-w-my-blog <p> So tomorrow’s the big day!&nbsp; York will be available!!!!&nbsp; I’m holding a contest as well.&nbsp; Share the link to purchase SW: York or my newsletter on your Facebook page to be entered into a drawing for an audio copy of SW: Monroe or an autographed copy of any of my published books.&nbsp; I’ll draw 3 winners!&nbsp;</p> <p> Anyway, working like crazy to make sure SW: York is up on all distributors tomorrow.&nbsp; No time to blog.&nbsp; I’ll get at ya later!</p> Fri, 30 May 2014 19:31:23 GMT 2aea4c40-fa77-45d5-831d-0581b3e38e66