Susan A Bliler http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog Susan A Bliler en Fri, 10 Feb 2012 16:28:32 GMT Sun, 26 Jun 2016 02:37:23 GMT 60 Update / SW: Angel Lost http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/update-and-sw-angle-lost <p> Hello, my Stalkers!&nbsp; Sorry, it’s been so long since I’ve updated, but I’ve been basking in the post Remy bliss.&nbsp; Wow, lots of conflicting reviews on his book.&nbsp; Most of you enjoyed it while some readers felt “cheated”.&nbsp; Gaaaah!&nbsp; Cheated?&nbsp; <em>Cheated?!</em>&nbsp; Yikes, that’s pretty serious.&nbsp; I took some of the shitty reviews pretty hard and wound up cussing out my Beta, my sister Cindy, for not warning me that there might have been backlash for the way the book ended.&nbsp; So, here and now I’d like to apologize to Cindy for jumping your shit.&nbsp; I’d also like to state for the record that this book was identical in length to my last several SW books.&nbsp; (There were several length complaints.)&nbsp; Other than that, I won’t address the rest of the bad reviews.&nbsp; “Ain’t nobody got time for that!”&nbsp; LOL!&nbsp; So, onward and upward my peeps!&nbsp;</p> <p> I know everyone wants to know what’s going to happen next and what book I’ll be releasing…&nbsp; Hmmm, to tell or not to tell.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> How about I just distract you all with a lil excerpt:</p> <p> (This excerpt is copyrighted material.&nbsp; Don’t jack my shit!&nbsp; It’s also not edited, so don’t grammar police me.)</p> <p> Skin Walkers: Angel Lost</p> <p> “She’s awake,” Jenny hurried to supply and quickly added when Monroe smiled, “But as I’ve said, there’s been a complication.”</p> <p> The smile vanished from Monroe’s face and his gaze narrowed on Jenny as he growled in an animalistic tone, “Speak!”</p> <p> “Physically, she’s going to be fine, but….”</p> <p> It’d been the longest and worst day in recent memory.&nbsp; Monroe’s beloved Skin Walker compound, StoneCrow Estates, had just come under attack.&nbsp; He’d gotten a phone call from an informant, but it hadn’t come soon enough.&nbsp; He’d only just hung up the phone and rushed from his office with his Chief of Security, King Mulholland, fast on his heels when the first mortar round rocked the Estate.&nbsp; Barking orders, he’d sent Sentries to the front lines while he and King hurried to secure their families.&nbsp; At the end of his patience, Monroe snarled, “WHAT?”</p> <p> “She suffered memory loss.&nbsp; The past several years are just…gone.&nbsp; She doesn’t remember me, you, the kids.&nbsp; Her mind has reverted to a former place and time.&nbsp; She doesn’t even remember working for the FWP or attending the academy. I’ve contacted Eden’s friend Robert to help us pin point just where exactly in time her memory is.&nbsp; The two of them were friends before she started with the FWP.&nbsp; He’s on his way here now.”</p> <p> Dazed, Monroe could only scowl at Jenny as her words sunk in.&nbsp; He blinked hard and took a step back.&nbsp; “She doesn’t remember,”&nbsp; Monroe muttered as if to himself before his head snapped up.&nbsp; “How do you know she doesn’t remember me?&nbsp; She hasn’t seen me yet, she might…”</p> <p> Jenny shook her head.&nbsp; “She knows she had a head injury.&nbsp; I’ve asked her some basic questions.&nbsp; She doesn’t remember the year, this place, or any of us.&nbsp; I asked if she’s married and she said no.”</p> <p> All color drained from the dominant’s face.&nbsp; “When?&nbsp; When will her memory return?”</p> <p> Jenny shook her head sadly.&nbsp; “There’s no way to know.&nbsp; It could be a few hours, a few days, or….”</p> <p> “Or?”</p> <p> Her throat convulsed as she swallowed hard.&nbsp; “There is the possibility that this could be permanent, Monroe.”</p> <p> His eyes darkened to dangerous slits before he lifted his head, his nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply and then turned to follow the scent he’d been seeking.&nbsp; His angel.</p> <p> “Monroe!&nbsp; NO!”</p> Mon, 18 Apr 2016 23:23:00 GMT b482f726-a14c-4fe2-8851-c7a231fb45a5 SW: Remy Excerpt http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/sw-remy-excerpt <p> Remy’s jaw bunched as he studied Harlow. She was more beautiful than he remembered. Covered head to toe in satin and lace, she’d been exquisite, but here like this, battle ready in BDU’s… He was having a hard time keeping an erection at bay. Her admission that she wanted to dedicate her life to Walkers hadn’t helped. The admission had nearly sucked all the air from his lungs with the way she’d said it. She’d looked up at him in earnest and said, “I want to dedicate my life to you,” and God damn if his inner beasts didn’t lunge for the surface at her words. It came awfully close to a claiming and she needed to learn to not say things like that to Walkers. He had intentions of admonishing her, but he was having a hard time concentrating on her words as his eyes devoured her features, memorized everything about her as if she’d disappear on him again.</p> <p> She was striking. Hell, she was more than striking, and he couldn’t deny that he was attracted to her. So much so that he couldn’t help but wonder if his previous fascination with her—before he’d slept with her—wasn’t tainting his perception of her now. It had to be. There was no way he was this fascinated by a woman he’d just met.</p> <p> Admittedly, he’d been nervous about meeting her. He wasn’t certain how he’d react. He wondered if his past hatred for Mason would rear its ugly head. There was no hatred though, just something else, something he couldn’t pinpoint. His palms were sweating, his heart was racing, and his tongue felt swollen in his mouth. Every beast within him was wide awake and pacing just beneath the surface as they memorized every layer of scent, every color reflected in her hair, and glimmering in her eyes. He’d waited years to come face to face with this woman, Harlow EnemyHunter, and here she was, oblivious to how hard he’d hunted for her the past few years. She was also oblivious to the fact that he’d had intentions of using her to get back at Mason, which meant there was potential for her to be hurt and him to be damned if word got out about their little sexcapade. Right now, with her staring at the buttons of his BDU’s when she was supposed to staring straight ahead, he felt like shit. He’d wanted to use her in the past to get to Mason. Making things worse was his intention now to make this training as difficult as he could for her so she’d quit and leave him and his beasts in peace. Any hope he’d had of tolerating her vanished the second he came face to face with her and realized who she was after what they’d done. No, she was too great a temptation and he wasn’t going to go down that road. He’d been infatuated with her before, but now after having her body, the memory was all consuming and he wanted more of her, and that could never happen. He’d vowed to any Walker that would listen that he was done chasing Mason’s sister. Any pursuit of her now would be going back on his word and doing the one thing he’d been shouting from the roof tops that he wouldn’t. He could not have Harlow EnemyHunter.</p> <p> Canting his head he wondered if Mason had told her of their history, of the rift that existed between them. Part of him wanted to ask, but if she didn’t know he didn’t want to have to explain. Don’t want her thinking less of me.</p> <p> Remy took a step back knowing that interaction with this woman had the potential to be disastrous and her words weren’t helping. No scent of deceit carried from her, which meant there was truth in every word she said. So, what did that make her? Noble? Foolish? Perfect!</p> <p> She lifted her defiant little chin and looked him square in the eye and his gut clenched at the sheer smallness of her stature. She was tiny, smaller than he remembered. Everything about her was tiny. Tiny little fists, tiny little nose, tiny little lips. His thoughts flashed to those lips parted on a moan as he slid into what he knew was her too tight heat. He actually lurched as his lower belly clenched and his balls drew up.</p> <p> No! He was not doing this! He was not going to let his infatuation with Mason’s sister cloud his judgment here. “Get outside and get in formation,” he commanded. When she didn’t move he jabbed a finger toward the door. “GO!” he bellowed.</p> <p> “Uhhhh. Am I still on Josef’s team? …Sir!”</p> <p> He couldn’t even stifle the growl that left him as he let his head fall back. He curled his hands into tight fists to keep himself from reaching for her. He didn’t want her out there with other Walkers and other men. He wanted her safe back at the Estate house with Mason. Gritting his teeth, he stared up at the ceiling to keep his eyes off her. “Yessss,” he hissed. “Your team is the one on the far left. Get in line with them.”</p> <p> “Okay, Sir. Or aye, aye. Or whatever.” Then she was hurrying out the door.</p> <p> Remy lowered his head with a growl watching her leave. His eyes lowered to the sway of her hips and he couldn’t help but remember the satiny feel of her skin, the swell of her ass, the smooth planes of her thighs. Mason would kill him if he knew the thoughts running through his head right now. Worse, he wanted to kill himself. Four minutes! Four minutes with Harlow EnemyHunter and he was already fucking obsessed. Goddamn, if this wasn’t going to be the worst few weeks of his life.</p> <p> Available now for PRE-ORDER at: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Remy-Skin-Walkers-Book-10-ebook/dp/B01C398KU2/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8">http://www.amazon.com/Remy-Skin-Walkers-Book-10-ebook/dp/B01C398KU2/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8</a></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> Thu, 25 Feb 2016 21:28:37 GMT d038dacb-f5f5-4195-b674-010baa0a6deb Skin Walkers: Remy http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/skin-walkers-remy <p> <strong>So first off:</strong>&nbsp; I stole this idea from my friend, Becca Vincenza, with Violet Hours Book Reviews.&nbsp; (Becca is also an author, check her out on Amazon!)&nbsp; Anyway, I wanted a way to talk to you all about what I was thinking when I was writing this book, and Becca uses this format on her blog site so I “borrowed” the idea here.&nbsp; Thanks, Becca!&nbsp; ;0)</p> <p> <strong>Theme song for this book:&nbsp; </strong>Raise Your Weapon by Deadmau5.&nbsp; My books rarely have a “theme song”.&nbsp; Usually I listen to about two dozen songs while writing a book, but SW: Remy was different.&nbsp; The first time I heard Raise Your Weapon I thought of my Walkers.&nbsp; I had just started SW: Remy, probably about two chapters in when I heard the song and started thinking of a plot line.&nbsp; I knew I wanted it to start slow with Mason and Harlow finding each other and settling into things.&nbsp; There’s a part in the song when you can literally where the introduction of Remy would be.&nbsp; I listened to this damn song on repeat for months!&nbsp; Some days I wouldn’t even be working on Remy and this song would come up on my playlist and when it got to that “Remy” part, I’d go racing to the nearest computer to put in some work.&nbsp;</p> <p> <strong>Characters:</strong></p> <p> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Remy-I have always loved Remy Lebeau (Gambit) from the X-men, but the old Remy, circa 80’s, not the new softer faced one.&nbsp; He was always so rugged and flirty.&nbsp; My Remy was decidedly NOT flirty—well in this book anyway—but, like Gambit, my Remy was in love with a woman he couldn’t have. &nbsp;I jacked the hairdo and violet eyes.&nbsp; Like I said, I just love Remy.</p> <p> (I did try to upload pix here, but Wix wouldn't let me.&nbsp; Boo!)</p> <p> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Harlow-With her, I had this image of some chick I saw in a move.&nbsp; Oooh, it was Ashley Greene.&nbsp; I wanted to write about someone who when you saw her, the first thing you thought was, wow she’s very feminine.&nbsp; Harlow tries too hard to be tough, but it’s just not her and when she’s finally given a chance to let her guard down and just be a woman, she fights it.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> When Remy meets Harlow:&nbsp; Well there’s a shit load of back story there, but he sees what everyone else sees, a soft woman who has no business trying to soldier.&nbsp; Of course, his protective instincts kick in…how could they not?&nbsp;</p> <p> Final thoughts:&nbsp; Eeeeeeeeech!&nbsp; I’m really excited for you all to read this one!&nbsp; Every time I read the end I get all giddy!&nbsp; It should be available for pre-sale any day now.&nbsp; Keep your eyes peeled, my Stalkers!&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</p> Fri, 19 Feb 2016 05:01:42 GMT 83a45794-ca2e-46a8-85b7-c047afc8d007 I'm still alive ;o) http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/im-still-alive-o-6 <p> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">Hey all, I’m still alive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>No, nothing going on at home, I’ve just been writing like a mo-fo!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It’s been awesome!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I haven’t written this much in AGES!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I’m so excited to share everything with you all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Started 5 new books in the SW series and 3 in the Territory series.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Also, working on some new stuff.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>SW: Remy will be out soon, and I’ll keep you posted on that release.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>In the meantime, here’s a sample of something I’ve been working on. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">(This is un-edited and copyrighted…don’t jack my shit ;o) <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">Alex was so damn mad she couldn’t even see straight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Why did people have to be such assholes?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Bending she used her towel to mop up the milk shake that had been intentionally dumped on the ground.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>This group of four men always came into the restaurant on her shift and she knew it was intentional.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>One of them, Fitz she’d heard his friends call him, was always asked her out and she always refused.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The result?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>No tip and a huge mess.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The idiot would actually wait a week and then show back up with his friends and ask her out again like his mistreatment of her the week before was somehow forgotten or was supposed to make her see the error of her ways and change her mind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Idiots!</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>God, she hated men and she hated this job even more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She’d been waiting to her back from her friend, Stoney, about a job opening at the StoneCrow Wild Life Refuge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She knew it was more but didn’t even want to <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">think</i> about what was going on up in the Highwood Mountains for fear of any of the local cidiots finding out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>There was too much at stake. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The bell over the door chimed and she didn’t bother peeking up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Probably just more disgusting men to ruin her day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Be right with you.” <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Slapping the now brown rag onto her tray, she stood and hurried behind the counter before tossing the rag into the sink and washing her hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Glancing up, she saw broad shoulders in a back booth and groaned inwardly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Snagging a menu, she straightened her apron and headed for the waiting customer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Hello,” she offered lamely as she placed the menu on the table.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Can I get you something to drink?” <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">The guy didn’t look at her and didn’t pick up the menu.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Water.” <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">“Water it is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I’ll give you a few minutes with the menu.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Walking back to the counter she busied herself filling a glass with ice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Her eyes shot to the large behemoth in the both.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He was huge, she could see the muscles of his back through the material of his form fitting gray shirt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Her eyes skimmed over his jeans and down to the black boots peeking out of from the hem of the denim.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>You could tell a lot about a man by his shoes and these ones were nice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Functional, clean, yet badass enough to suit the wearer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">Cold water tickled her fingers and she looked down to realize her oogling had caused the guy’s drink to overflow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Pulling the glass from the soda fountain, she dumped some of the water into the drain tray and used a clean cloth to wipe the glass down as she headed back to the table.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Here ya go.” She set the cup down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“One water.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Pulling her pen from behind her ear and her order booklet from her apron she asked, “What can I get you?” <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">The guy shoved the menu away but still didn’t look up, which was a shame.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She was curious about what his face looked like.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">“Just the water.” He responded.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“I’m looking for Alex.” <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">Her heart started and then she remembered Alexander Cady, her co-worker who washed the dishes on weekends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Alex isn’t working today.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>When the man didn’t respond she asked, “You a friend?” <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">“Yeah,” he muttered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“When will he be working?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I’d like to see him?” <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">Alex relaxed a little.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>If the guy was Alexander’s friend then he couldn’t be too bad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Weekends,” she supplied.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“He’ll be here on Friday about noonish.” <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">The guy grunted as if dissatisfied then took a sip of his water. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">“You got his number?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>You should give him a call, let him know you’re here.” <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">“No,” they guy set his water down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“I lost Mr. Hayworth’s number a while back.” <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">Alex dropped the menus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Holy shit!</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She quickly bent to retrieve the menu’s.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Uhhhh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Alex Hayworth, huh?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The guy wasn’t here for her co-worker, Alex.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He was here for her!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Standing slowly, she prayed he didn’t notice the sudden flush on her cheeks or shaking menus she held in her trembling hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The guys gaze sliced to her and she froze in her slow retreat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed as he slowly pushed up from the table.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">“Alex?” <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">Shit!</span></i><span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She threw the menus at his face and spun for the back door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She didn’t stop to see if he was following as she zig-zagged through the kitchen and shoved the back door open before racing down the alley.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>With no idea who in the hell the guy was, she wasn’t going to take a chance at finding out. <o:p></o:p></span></font></font></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">She was mid-run when both feet left the ground as strong arms clamped around her middle. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">“Put me down you mother fucker!” she shrieked and threw her head back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It connected with something and stars exploded in her sight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Behind her she heard a grunt and then a muttered curse.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Still, she fought. Lifting a foot she shoved it back hoping to connect with a knee and wishing she’d have worn her hiking boots instead of plain old tennis shoes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She missed, but the momentum nearly made the guy drop her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He cursed again and then she was tossed in the air.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She flailed like a scared cat, trying to twist around and when she landed it was with a great “oomph” as the guys shoulder connected with her stomach. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">SMACK! <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">A loud crack rent the air and it took a second for the sting to kick in before she realized that he’d spanked her. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">This sonofa… <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></i></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">“Lady, calm the hell down before I spank you again.” <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">Reaching a hand back, she buried it in the soft hair at the nape of his neck and jerked hard!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <o:p> <font color="#000000" face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font> </o:p></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> Mon, 01 Feb 2016 02:50:47 GMT 335c5380-ba0b-415f-89c8-91cfc21e0c88 Holm defeats Rousey http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/holm-defeats-rousey <p> From the heading I'm assuming you all know what I did last night.&nbsp; The fight was EPIC!&nbsp; Growing up in a family of boxers, the sport has always been close to my heart and I was hopeful that if anyone could defeat Ronda, it'd be Holly.&nbsp; Yay, Holly!&nbsp;</p> <p> I've been working on lots of stuff.&nbsp; Remy, Soul Sentries, my surprise, and just started another book that my muse wouldn't let me ignore.&nbsp; My sis and her family are coming to stay next week for Thanksgiving, so I'll be busy, busy, busy.&nbsp; Hope you all have an awesome Thanksgiving.&nbsp; I'll be in touch before then.&nbsp; ;o)</p> Sun, 15 Nov 2015 22:04:29 GMT 211d7619-8796-460d-aa0d-7f28cb6941c3 I can't believe it's November! http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/i-cant-believe-its-november <p> Did November come too quickly for anyone else?&nbsp; Christ!&nbsp; I haven’t even really started Christmas shopping yet!&nbsp; YIKES!!!!&nbsp;</p> <p> Been working on several projects and writing like a mad woman.&nbsp; It’s soooooo nice to have my computer back!&nbsp; Sent Cindy an excerpt from Legion and she’s been bugging me for days for the full manuscript.&nbsp; She says all nonchalantly, “Oh, just let me proof it now.”&nbsp; Ha ha!&nbsp; She’ll have to wait just a little longer.&nbsp;</p> <p> Aside from Legion and several other books, I’ve been working on my surprise too.&nbsp; I’m excited to get it out.&nbsp; Squeeeeee!&nbsp; Is it funny that I get excited over my own books?&nbsp; I wonder if other authors do to?&nbsp;</p> <p> Anyway, my oldest sister and her family are coming to stay for Thanksgiving.&nbsp; It’s going to be a blast!&nbsp; She lives in North Carolina, which is one of the reasons I write about NC so much.&nbsp; I feel like I have so much to do before her visit.&nbsp; Who wants to come clean my house?&nbsp; Any takers?&nbsp; Anyone?&nbsp; Bueller? Fine!&nbsp; I’ll friggin do it!&nbsp;</p> <p> Well, now that I’m back online, I’ll be updating more frequently.&nbsp; Hit me up and let me know what you guys are reading.&nbsp; -S</p> Mon, 09 Nov 2015 00:28:20 GMT 6650feae-69d3-4d7e-886d-442f7b2ee36e November! http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/november <p> Wow!&nbsp; Can’t believe it’s been so long since I’ve been able to blog!&nbsp; For those of you who don’t follow me on Facebook, do NOT upgrade to Windows10.&nbsp; I got a free upgrade and like an idiot I upgraded.&nbsp; Yikes!&nbsp; Everything sucked and was extra slow so I tried to “revert”.&nbsp; Holy crow, it crashed my computer.&nbsp; Long story short, I had to pay some computer guy to come fix my computer.&nbsp; I just NOW got it back to where it was actually usable.&nbsp; What a fucking mess!&nbsp;&nbsp; Anywhoo, how have you all been?&nbsp; Things in the Greatness are good.&nbsp; Terr5tory finally came out about a month ago!&nbsp; If you haven’t bought it, check it out and leave me some feedback please!!!&nbsp; As you all know the next projects that’ll be out are Hunted and SW: Remy.&nbsp; I’m really excited for Remy, I hope you all like it.&nbsp; And no, I don’t have a release date yet.&nbsp; (I know that was your next question.)&nbsp; I’m gonna cool it on the Territory series for awhile.&nbsp; My Stalkers are feeling a little neglected, so Skin Walkers it is.&nbsp;</p> <p> Let’s see, what else?&nbsp; Hmm, my puppy is 4lbs!&nbsp; Olivia is so stinking cute.&nbsp; She was little red riding hood for Halloween.&nbsp; Check out her Facebook page at Olivia Bliler.</p> <p> Snow’s getting ready to fly here in MT.&nbsp; It’s actually snowing for the 2<sup>nd</sup> time this season as I type this, which is good. I don’t know why but snow incites me to write so yay me!</p> <p> Well, I’m gonna end here because I’m working on a SW surprise for you all.&nbsp; If you haven’t checked out the new excerpt for SW: Legion under the ‘Coming Soon’ tab on my site, check it out.&nbsp;</p> <p> Talk to you all soon, and my apologies for being gone so long.</p> Wed, 04 Nov 2015 02:39:01 GMT 9233bf3f-e246-482e-bf45-7463e7f3fc98 Here I am... http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/here-i-am <p> Stalkerazzi:&nbsp; Here I am with good news!&nbsp; Fuck this funk I’ve been in.&nbsp; I’ve taken some time off work to get some writing done.&nbsp; I’ve never done that before, so we’ll see how it goes.&nbsp; I know I’ve been absent from my blog for a minute.&nbsp; For any of you who reside in wintery states, you understand the urgency that exists as the summer winds down.&nbsp; So much to do and so few days left of sunshine.&nbsp; I’ve been running around like a damn mad woman trying to get all my summer “chores” knocked out.&nbsp; Still have several plants to re-pot, but I’ll get to ‘em…hopefully.&nbsp; In the meantime, I’ve just been blocked out.&nbsp; So much personal drama this summer.&nbsp; It seems like it’s never ending and I can’t tell you how hard it is to concentrate on MY world when the real world keeps demanding so much of my focus, but none of that should be your problem.&nbsp; I just need to get my head outta my ass and start fucking writing, which is exactly what I’m doing.&nbsp; I’ll keep ya posted on the imminent release date for Terr5tory!&nbsp; I love you guys for always sticking with me!!!!!!!!!</p> Tue, 04 Aug 2015 03:21:53 GMT 590c2f28-2b99-428a-80e9-95aa593d2d9a Summer http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/summer <p> Oi, Oi my Stalkers and pack, hope your summer is going well.&nbsp; Mine....meh!&nbsp; Going through a bit of&nbsp;a funk lately, which really sucks for trying to get some writing done.&nbsp; Work's been busy as shit and my personal life...well, you couldn't scrip this shit!&nbsp; Seriously!!!&nbsp; Anyway, lots of questions about Skin Walkers.&nbsp; No, I am no where near finished with that series.&nbsp; More books will be coming.&nbsp; As I've said before, I like to follow my muse.&nbsp; Recently, he's led me to work on the Territory series, but I'm coming back to Skin Walkers next.&nbsp; It's feeling a little neglected.&nbsp; The next release will be the EDITED version of SW: Leto and then Terr5tory. After that, I'm hoping to get back to SW, or I might release Hunted since it's basically done.&nbsp; Just wanted to give you all a heads up since everyone keeps asking about SW's.&nbsp; Hoping to take some vacation this summer and get some serious writing done.&nbsp; I'd hoped to go...somewhere...ANYWHERE, but my best buddy can't save up a damn day of vacation to save her life and my mate doesn't like to travel.&nbsp; So a stay-cation it is.&nbsp; Hopefully I'll get some work done. I'll keep ya posted.&nbsp;</p> Sun, 28 Jun 2015 00:53:41 GMT b7c13a6b-7ae3-41ed-b573-65c59d0fe235 An excerpt from the Territory series: http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/an-excerpt-from-the-territory-series <p> (This is copyrighted material!)</p> <p> Kayode inhaled and brushed his nose over her cheek.&nbsp; She scented of another male, blood, and something much sweeter.&nbsp; Pulling back to frown at her he growled, “Enemy.”&nbsp; Canting his head he studied her attempting to figure out what was keeping him from snapping the thin column of her neck.&nbsp; It was typical protocol to kill all enemy wounded after a battle, but something was preventing him from following through.&nbsp; Confused, he simply studied the female.&nbsp; The bite at her shoulder was deep, but nothing compared to the claw mark that gouged from hip all down her thigh to her knee.&nbsp; She was bleeding badly and shifter or not, he doubted she’d fully heal from the wound.&nbsp; Watching blood pulse out of her he wondered if she’d bleed to death before he could muster up the nerve to finish her off.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Suddenly, her head rolled and she emitted a high-pitched whine in the back of her throat.&nbsp; It was a distress call and it was the most powerfully painful thing he’d ever heard.&nbsp; That sound, coming from her, had him jerking into action.&nbsp; Before he could even think on it, he was ripping the remains of her shirt off and tying the material tightly around her leg.&nbsp; Absently as he hoisted her off the ground and growled.&nbsp; The delicate, light pink, lace of her bra had his beast stirring.&nbsp; The article was decidedly feminine and only served to enforce his long held belief that women had no place in battle.&nbsp; They were too soft, too gentle, and far too valuable.&nbsp; Now, with this delicate creature nestled in his arms he couldn’t help but despise her Alpha just a little more.&nbsp; Who would send someone so slight, so…precious into <em>battle</em>?&nbsp; She couldn’t have possibly been any aide to her pack except as a distraction and that made Kayode even more enraged.&nbsp; She’d been sent in with the Alpha’s sole intention of using her to add balk to their numbers.&nbsp; She was a mere a diversion, just another body to add to the fray.&nbsp; It was careless and selfish.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Rushing around one of the pack cabins with his slight burden, Kayode slowed when a blood-smeared Butler—who’d been talking to Lance—turned to him, his wolf still shining brightly in his eyes.&nbsp; “What have you got there?”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Shockingly, Kayode’s hackles rose and his wolf surged to the fore, scenting the air for a challenge.&nbsp; Fighting to tamp down his beast lest his Alpha recognize his defiance, Kayode offered quietly, “Enemy.” Still, he was unable to keep his wolf’s rumble from his words.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Butler’s eyes shifted from Kayode down to the female then back up before narrowing a fraction.&nbsp; “What are you doing with her?”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Taking her to Mace.”&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> He waited for Butler’s inquiry.&nbsp; He waited for his Alpha to demand he drop the female and snap her neck.&nbsp; Instead, Butler eyed him for long moments before gesturing with his head toward the main house.&nbsp; “She’s inside.&nbsp; Scratch has a scratch.&nbsp; The rest of the pack is fine, in case you were wondering.”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> When Butler turned away and went back to his conversation with Lance, Kayode’s heart gave a little start and his wolf chuffed.&nbsp; Was it that easy?&nbsp; Was Butler really going to simply allow him to attempt to save the pack enemy in his arms?</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Not wanting to push his luck, he turned and hurried inside the main house.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p align="center"> &nbsp;</p> Tue, 02 Jun 2015 03:23:10 GMT ae6d2460-4373-4ae1-b81b-f258bfd66ca6