Susan A Bliler http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog Susan A Bliler en Fri, 10 Feb 2012 21:28:32 GMT Fri, 21 Nov 2014 17:19:16 GMT 60 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 20:56:54 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 12:01:44 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 20:44:53 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 20:15:13 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 20:07:22 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 21:44:30 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 21:00:35 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 13:19:56 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 14:34:58 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 18:01:45 GMT b03bef2a-e859-4753-9a92-caa56e3b6357