Susan A Bliler http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog Susan A Bliler en Fri, 10 Feb 2012 16:28:32 GMT Sat, 01 Aug 2015 07:44:07 GMT 60 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 Not much to say, so here's an excerpt from the Territory series: http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/not-much-to-say-so-heres-an-5 <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode inhaled and brushed his nose over her cheek.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She scented of another male, blood, and something much sweeter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Pulling back to frown at her he growled, “Enemy.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Canting his head he studied her attempting to figure out what was keeping him from snapping the thin column of her neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was typical protocol to kill all enemy wounded after a battle, but something was preventing him from following through.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Confused, he simply studied the female.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She was bleeding badly and shifter or not, he doubted she’d fully heal from the wound.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>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. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Suddenly, her head rolled and she emitted a high-pitched whine in the back of her throat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was a distress call and it was the most powerfully painful thing he’d ever heard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>That sound, coming from her, had him jerking into action.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Before he could even think on it, he was ripping the remains of her shirt off and tying the material tightly around her leg.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Absently as he hoisted her off the ground and growled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The delicate, light pink, lace of her bra had his beast stirring.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The article was decidedly feminine and only served to enforce his long held belief that women had no place in battle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>They were too soft, too gentle, and far too valuable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Now, with this delicate creature nestled in his arms he couldn’t help but despise her Alpha just a little more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Who would send someone so slight, so…precious into <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">battle</i>?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She couldn’t have possibly been any aide to her pack except as a distraction and that made Kayode even more enraged.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She’d been sent in with the Alpha’s sole intention of using her to add balk to their numbers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She was a mere a diversion, just another body to add to the fray.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was careless and selfish. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“What have you got there?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Shockingly, Kayode’s hackles rose and his wolf surged to the fore, scenting the air for a challenge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>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. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Butler’s eyes shifted from Kayode down to the female then back up before narrowing a fraction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“What are you doing with her?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Taking her to Mace.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">He waited for Butler’s inquiry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He waited for his Alpha to demand he drop the female and snap her neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Instead, Butler eyed him for long moments before gesturing with his head toward the main house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“She’s inside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Scratch has a scratch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The rest of the pack is fine, in case you were wondering.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">When Butler turned away and went back to his conversation with Lance, Kayode’s heart gave a little start and his wolf chuffed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Was it that easy?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Was Butler really going to simply allow him to attempt to save the pack enemy in his arms? <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Not wanting to push his luck, he turned and hurried inside the main house. <o:p></o:p></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; line-height: 200%;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">*** <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“You should have just killed her,” Macey snapped, working angrily to clean the wound on the women’s leg.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Lifting her head she snapped her fingers at Din.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Get me more gauze.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Lowering her head she yelled, “AND HURRY!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Then, more to herself she mumbled, “Jesus Christ, I’m not a damn surgeon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>How am I supposed to fix this?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode paced the small room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was one of four guest rooms in the main house that remained vacant for the most part.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Only on rare occasions did visitors or friends come to the encampment, and even then they rarely stayed over. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Here!” Din was breathless as she shoved another box of gauze onto the bed and eyed the unconscious woman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Who is she?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode rolled his eyes at her reverent tone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Din was special.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>An Omega, she was the heart of the pack.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Din was the baby sister who was spoiled and dotted on, but who loved the most freely. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“An enemy!” Macey hissed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“And one <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">he</i> should have let die!” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“It’s not her fault,” Kayode defended and felt red tinge his cheeks when Din jerked her head to him, and her mouth fell open as she stared at him wide-eyed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He’d never been one for defending anyone and certainly never a member of an enemy pack. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“It’s not her fault she came with her pack for a battle?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Macey bit out as she continued to work feverishly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“It’s not her fault those idiots bit off more than they could chew and got their asses handed to them?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Her lips quirked up in a satisfied smile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Fuckers better not come back!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Then she stopped working to look up at Kayode.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Screw that!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I hope they do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I hope they try again.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode shook his head and grinned before scrubbing a hand over the back of his neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>They had won the battle in decisively.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Grayton Bartel and his pack had been defeated easily and word would spread, which was great for the Beaux pack.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Others would think twice about attempting to claim their territory.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Still, he couldn’t help but wonder if Grayton would be back for the female.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>If it were Butler, he knew his Alpha would die before ever leaving any pack mate behind, but Grayton was different.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Clearly, he didn’t value his pack mates, especially his females.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">When The Beaux pack went to battle, they always left Din and Macey at the camp—much to Macey’s disappointment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>In the Beaux pack, females were coveted, as all females should be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was apparent that Grayton and his Bartel pack didn’t feel the same. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“There.” Macey stood and wiped sweat from her brow with her forearm as she held up her bloody hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“That’s the best I can do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She’ll have to rely on her animal and her will now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>If she’s strong enough, she just might make it.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode stepped forward and looked down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The woman looked more pale than she had when he’d brought her in and her breathing was slow and shallow. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Let’s get cleaned up, Din.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Din followed Macey from the room and alone, Kayode sat on the bed beside the female.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Ignoring the blood and dirt that covered her, he decided she was attractive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She had a full bottom lip, but the top one was a little thinner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He couldn’t tell if her skin was naturally pale or if it was due to the blood loss, but a sprinkling of freckles high on her cheeks had a corner of his mouth kicking up for some reason.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Oddly mesmerizing auburn hair sat at about her shoulders.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>If her eyebrows didn’t match her hair so perfectly, he’d think that she dyed it, but up close he could see the mixture of reds, golds, and hazels.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was too unique to come from a bottle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Kayode studied the sooty lashes that rested against her cheeks and he wondered what color her eyes were.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He knew they’d be unique, just like the female. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“What are your intentions here?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Jerking back, he found Butler standing in the door way, arms crossed over his chest and feet crossed at the ankle as he leaned against the frame. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode shook his head and stood to put some distance between himself and the female. He had a hard time keeping his head around her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“I don’t know, Butler.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I just…”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He turned to look back at her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He decided honesty would be the best route.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“For some reason I couldn’t kill her and I couldn’t let her die.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Butler shoved off the door and walked to the bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Tilting his head he stared down at her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Understandable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I doubt if I’d be able to kill a defenseless women either.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He shook his head and his lip curled in disgust, “Fucking Grayton taking females into battle.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Coward!” Kayode agreed. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“So what do we do?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Heal her and let her go?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“We could keep her.” Kayode suggested. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">The words had Butler’s eyes rounding and a grin splitting his lips. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“As a captive,” Kayode clarified. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“To what end?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode shrugged.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">To what end?</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He didn’t know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He just knew that the thought of keeping her captive sounded really good to him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“We could use her to keep a leash on Grayton.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Butler growled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Grayton Bartel and his pathetic pack are no concern of mine.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Well, if today proves anything, Butler, it’s that we shouldn’t underestimate our enemies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Even the lowliest of them.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Butler snorted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“If she survives the night we’ll keep her until she’s healed and then we’ll decide what to do from there.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He turned and stalked to the door before stopping and turning to pin Kayode with dark eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“You brought her in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>That means you’re responsible for her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>If she’s our prisoner, you’re her jailer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Put her in one of the guest cabins.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It’ll be easier to modify than the main house.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He nodded once and then was gone. <o:p></o:p></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <font color="#000000"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;">Modify?</span></i><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Kayode hadn’t even thought of that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He’d need a place to keep her where she couldn’t escape and she sure as hell wasn’t staying with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></span></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">He knew that standing vigil to ensure she survived the night wouldn’t do him any good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>So, taking one last look, he opted to take advantage of her unconscious state and set about turning one of the guest cabins into a prison for their newly acquire captive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></font></span></p> <p> <font color="#000000" face="Times New Roman" size="3">(thi</font>s is copyrighted material)</p> Tue, 02 Jun 2015 03:19:24 GMT c24ec65e-f58b-4970-8d0f-00b156204d62 Not much to say, so here's an excerpt from the Territory series: http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/not-much-to-say-so-heres-an-4 <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode inhaled and brushed his nose over her cheek.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She scented of another male, blood, and something much sweeter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Pulling back to frown at her he growled, “Enemy.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Canting his head he studied her attempting to figure out what was keeping him from snapping the thin column of her neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was typical protocol to kill all enemy wounded after a battle, but something was preventing him from following through.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Confused, he simply studied the female.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She was bleeding badly and shifter or not, he doubted she’d fully heal from the wound.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>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. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Suddenly, her head rolled and she emitted a high-pitched whine in the back of her throat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was a distress call and it was the most powerfully painful thing he’d ever heard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>That sound, coming from her, had him jerking into action.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Before he could even think on it, he was ripping the remains of her shirt off and tying the material tightly around her leg.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Absently as he hoisted her off the ground and growled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The delicate, light pink, lace of her bra had his beast stirring.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The article was decidedly feminine and only served to enforce his long held belief that women had no place in battle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>They were too soft, too gentle, and far too valuable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Now, with this delicate creature nestled in his arms he couldn’t help but despise her Alpha just a little more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Who would send someone so slight, so…precious into <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">battle</i>?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She couldn’t have possibly been any aide to her pack except as a distraction and that made Kayode even more enraged.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She’d been sent in with the Alpha’s sole intention of using her to add balk to their numbers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She was a mere a diversion, just another body to add to the fray.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was careless and selfish. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“What have you got there?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Shockingly, Kayode’s hackles rose and his wolf surged to the fore, scenting the air for a challenge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>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. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Butler’s eyes shifted from Kayode down to the female then back up before narrowing a fraction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“What are you doing with her?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Taking her to Mace.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">He waited for Butler’s inquiry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He waited for his Alpha to demand he drop the female and snap her neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Instead, Butler eyed him for long moments before gesturing with his head toward the main house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“She’s inside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Scratch has a scratch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The rest of the pack is fine, in case you were wondering.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">When Butler turned away and went back to his conversation with Lance, Kayode’s heart gave a little start and his wolf chuffed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Was it that easy?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Was Butler really going to simply allow him to attempt to save the pack enemy in his arms? <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Not wanting to push his luck, he turned and hurried inside the main house. <o:p></o:p></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; line-height: 200%;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">*** <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“You should have just killed her,” Macey snapped, working angrily to clean the wound on the women’s leg.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Lifting her head she snapped her fingers at Din.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Get me more gauze.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Lowering her head she yelled, “AND HURRY!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Then, more to herself she mumbled, “Jesus Christ, I’m not a damn surgeon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>How am I supposed to fix this?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode paced the small room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was one of four guest rooms in the main house that remained vacant for the most part.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Only on rare occasions did visitors or friends come to the encampment, and even then they rarely stayed over. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Here!” Din was breathless as she shoved another box of gauze onto the bed and eyed the unconscious woman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Who is she?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode rolled his eyes at her reverent tone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Din was special.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>An Omega, she was the heart of the pack.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Din was the baby sister who was spoiled and dotted on, but who loved the most freely. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“An enemy!” Macey hissed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“And one <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">he</i> should have let die!” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“It’s not her fault,” Kayode defended and felt red tinge his cheeks when Din jerked her head to him, and her mouth fell open as she stared at him wide-eyed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He’d never been one for defending anyone and certainly never a member of an enemy pack. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“It’s not her fault she came with her pack for a battle?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Macey bit out as she continued to work feverishly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“It’s not her fault those idiots bit off more than they could chew and got their asses handed to them?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Her lips quirked up in a satisfied smile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Fuckers better not come back!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Then she stopped working to look up at Kayode.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Screw that!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I hope they do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I hope they try again.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode shook his head and grinned before scrubbing a hand over the back of his neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>They had won the battle in decisively.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Grayton Bartel and his pack had been defeated easily and word would spread, which was great for the Beaux pack.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Others would think twice about attempting to claim their territory.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Still, he couldn’t help but wonder if Grayton would be back for the female.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>If it were Butler, he knew his Alpha would die before ever leaving any pack mate behind, but Grayton was different.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Clearly, he didn’t value his pack mates, especially his females.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">When The Beaux pack went to battle, they always left Din and Macey at the camp—much to Macey’s disappointment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>In the Beaux pack, females were coveted, as all females should be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was apparent that Grayton and his Bartel pack didn’t feel the same. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“There.” Macey stood and wiped sweat from her brow with her forearm as she held up her bloody hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“That’s the best I can do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She’ll have to rely on her animal and her will now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>If she’s strong enough, she just might make it.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode stepped forward and looked down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The woman looked more pale than she had when he’d brought her in and her breathing was slow and shallow. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Let’s get cleaned up, Din.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Din followed Macey from the room and alone, Kayode sat on the bed beside the female.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Ignoring the blood and dirt that covered her, he decided she was attractive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She had a full bottom lip, but the top one was a little thinner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He couldn’t tell if her skin was naturally pale or if it was due to the blood loss, but a sprinkling of freckles high on her cheeks had a corner of his mouth kicking up for some reason.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Oddly mesmerizing auburn hair sat at about her shoulders.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>If her eyebrows didn’t match her hair so perfectly, he’d think that she dyed it, but up close he could see the mixture of reds, golds, and hazels.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was too unique to come from a bottle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Kayode studied the sooty lashes that rested against her cheeks and he wondered what color her eyes were.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He knew they’d be unique, just like the female. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“What are your intentions here?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Jerking back, he found Butler standing in the door way, arms crossed over his chest and feet crossed at the ankle as he leaned against the frame. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode shook his head and stood to put some distance between himself and the female. He had a hard time keeping his head around her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“I don’t know, Butler.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I just…”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He turned to look back at her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He decided honesty would be the best route.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“For some reason I couldn’t kill her and I couldn’t let her die.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Butler shoved off the door and walked to the bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Tilting his head he stared down at her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Understandable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I doubt if I’d be able to kill a defenseless women either.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He shook his head and his lip curled in disgust, “Fucking Grayton taking females into battle.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Coward!” Kayode agreed. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“So what do we do?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Heal her and let her go?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“We could keep her.” Kayode suggested. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">The words had Butler’s eyes rounding and a grin splitting his lips. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“As a captive,” Kayode clarified. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“To what end?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode shrugged.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">To what end?</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He didn’t know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He just knew that the thought of keeping her captive sounded really good to him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“We could use her to keep a leash on Grayton.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Butler growled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Grayton Bartel and his pathetic pack are no concern of mine.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Well, if today proves anything, Butler, it’s that we shouldn’t underestimate our enemies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Even the lowliest of them.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Butler snorted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“If she survives the night we’ll keep her until she’s healed and then we’ll decide what to do from there.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He turned and stalked to the door before stopping and turning to pin Kayode with dark eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“You brought her in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>That means you’re responsible for her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>If she’s our prisoner, you’re her jailer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Put her in one of the guest cabins.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It’ll be easier to modify than the main house.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He nodded once and then was gone. <o:p></o:p></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <font color="#000000"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;">Modify?</span></i><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Kayode hadn’t even thought of that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He’d need a place to keep her where she couldn’t escape and she sure as hell wasn’t staying with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></span></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">He knew that standing vigil to ensure she survived the night wouldn’t do him any good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>So, taking one last look, he opted to take advantage of her unconscious state and set about turning one of the guest cabins into a prison for their newly acquire captive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></font></span></p> <p> <font color="#000000" face="Times New Roman" size="3">(thi</font>s is copyrighted material)</p> Tue, 02 Jun 2015 03:18:55 GMT 9de8d719-8676-481a-9bb3-0ff4855dd7a6 Not much to say, so here's an excerpt from the Territory series: http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/not-much-to-say-so-heres-an-3 <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode inhaled and brushed his nose over her cheek.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She scented of another male, blood, and something much sweeter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Pulling back to frown at her he growled, “Enemy.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Canting his head he studied her attempting to figure out what was keeping him from snapping the thin column of her neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was typical protocol to kill all enemy wounded after a battle, but something was preventing him from following through.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Confused, he simply studied the female.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She was bleeding badly and shifter or not, he doubted she’d fully heal from the wound.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>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. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Suddenly, her head rolled and she emitted a high-pitched whine in the back of her throat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was a distress call and it was the most powerfully painful thing he’d ever heard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>That sound, coming from her, had him jerking into action.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Before he could even think on it, he was ripping the remains of her shirt off and tying the material tightly around her leg.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Absently as he hoisted her off the ground and growled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The delicate, light pink, lace of her bra had his beast stirring.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The article was decidedly feminine and only served to enforce his long held belief that women had no place in battle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>They were too soft, too gentle, and far too valuable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Now, with this delicate creature nestled in his arms he couldn’t help but despise her Alpha just a little more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Who would send someone so slight, so…precious into <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">battle</i>?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She couldn’t have possibly been any aide to her pack except as a distraction and that made Kayode even more enraged.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She’d been sent in with the Alpha’s sole intention of using her to add balk to their numbers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She was a mere a diversion, just another body to add to the fray.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was careless and selfish. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“What have you got there?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Shockingly, Kayode’s hackles rose and his wolf surged to the fore, scenting the air for a challenge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>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. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Butler’s eyes shifted from Kayode down to the female then back up before narrowing a fraction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“What are you doing with her?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Taking her to Mace.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">He waited for Butler’s inquiry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He waited for his Alpha to demand he drop the female and snap her neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Instead, Butler eyed him for long moments before gesturing with his head toward the main house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“She’s inside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Scratch has a scratch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The rest of the pack is fine, in case you were wondering.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">When Butler turned away and went back to his conversation with Lance, Kayode’s heart gave a little start and his wolf chuffed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Was it that easy?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Was Butler really going to simply allow him to attempt to save the pack enemy in his arms? <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Not wanting to push his luck, he turned and hurried inside the main house. <o:p></o:p></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; line-height: 200%;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">*** <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“You should have just killed her,” Macey snapped, working angrily to clean the wound on the women’s leg.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Lifting her head she snapped her fingers at Din.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Get me more gauze.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Lowering her head she yelled, “AND HURRY!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Then, more to herself she mumbled, “Jesus Christ, I’m not a damn surgeon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>How am I supposed to fix this?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode paced the small room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was one of four guest rooms in the main house that remained vacant for the most part.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Only on rare occasions did visitors or friends come to the encampment, and even then they rarely stayed over. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Here!” Din was breathless as she shoved another box of gauze onto the bed and eyed the unconscious woman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Who is she?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode rolled his eyes at her reverent tone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Din was special.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>An Omega, she was the heart of the pack.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Din was the baby sister who was spoiled and dotted on, but who loved the most freely. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“An enemy!” Macey hissed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“And one <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">he</i> should have let die!” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“It’s not her fault,” Kayode defended and felt red tinge his cheeks when Din jerked her head to him, and her mouth fell open as she stared at him wide-eyed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He’d never been one for defending anyone and certainly never a member of an enemy pack. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“It’s not her fault she came with her pack for a battle?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Macey bit out as she continued to work feverishly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“It’s not her fault those idiots bit off more than they could chew and got their asses handed to them?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Her lips quirked up in a satisfied smile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Fuckers better not come back!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Then she stopped working to look up at Kayode.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Screw that!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I hope they do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I hope they try again.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode shook his head and grinned before scrubbing a hand over the back of his neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>They had won the battle in decisively.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Grayton Bartel and his pack had been defeated easily and word would spread, which was great for the Beaux pack.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Others would think twice about attempting to claim their territory.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Still, he couldn’t help but wonder if Grayton would be back for the female.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>If it were Butler, he knew his Alpha would die before ever leaving any pack mate behind, but Grayton was different.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Clearly, he didn’t value his pack mates, especially his females.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">When The Beaux pack went to battle, they always left Din and Macey at the camp—much to Macey’s disappointment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>In the Beaux pack, females were coveted, as all females should be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was apparent that Grayton and his Bartel pack didn’t feel the same. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“There.” Macey stood and wiped sweat from her brow with her forearm as she held up her bloody hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“That’s the best I can do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She’ll have to rely on her animal and her will now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>If she’s strong enough, she just might make it.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode stepped forward and looked down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The woman looked more pale than she had when he’d brought her in and her breathing was slow and shallow. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Let’s get cleaned up, Din.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Din followed Macey from the room and alone, Kayode sat on the bed beside the female.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Ignoring the blood and dirt that covered her, he decided she was attractive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She had a full bottom lip, but the top one was a little thinner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He couldn’t tell if her skin was naturally pale or if it was due to the blood loss, but a sprinkling of freckles high on her cheeks had a corner of his mouth kicking up for some reason.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Oddly mesmerizing auburn hair sat at about her shoulders.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>If her eyebrows didn’t match her hair so perfectly, he’d think that she dyed it, but up close he could see the mixture of reds, golds, and hazels.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was too unique to come from a bottle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Kayode studied the sooty lashes that rested against her cheeks and he wondered what color her eyes were.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He knew they’d be unique, just like the female. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“What are your intentions here?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Jerking back, he found Butler standing in the door way, arms crossed over his chest and feet crossed at the ankle as he leaned against the frame. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode shook his head and stood to put some distance between himself and the female. He had a hard time keeping his head around her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“I don’t know, Butler.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I just…”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He turned to look back at her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He decided honesty would be the best route.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“For some reason I couldn’t kill her and I couldn’t let her die.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Butler shoved off the door and walked to the bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Tilting his head he stared down at her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Understandable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I doubt if I’d be able to kill a defenseless women either.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He shook his head and his lip curled in disgust, “Fucking Grayton taking females into battle.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Coward!” Kayode agreed. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“So what do we do?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Heal her and let her go?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“We could keep her.” Kayode suggested. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">The words had Butler’s eyes rounding and a grin splitting his lips. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“As a captive,” Kayode clarified. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“To what end?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode shrugged.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">To what end?</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He didn’t know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He just knew that the thought of keeping her captive sounded really good to him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“We could use her to keep a leash on Grayton.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Butler growled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Grayton Bartel and his pathetic pack are no concern of mine.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Well, if today proves anything, Butler, it’s that we shouldn’t underestimate our enemies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Even the lowliest of them.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Butler snorted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“If she survives the night we’ll keep her until she’s healed and then we’ll decide what to do from there.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He turned and stalked to the door before stopping and turning to pin Kayode with dark eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“You brought her in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>That means you’re responsible for her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>If she’s our prisoner, you’re her jailer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Put her in one of the guest cabins.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It’ll be easier to modify than the main house.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He nodded once and then was gone. <o:p></o:p></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <font color="#000000"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;">Modify?</span></i><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Kayode hadn’t even thought of that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He’d need a place to keep her where she couldn’t escape and she sure as hell wasn’t staying with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></span></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">He knew that standing vigil to ensure she survived the night wouldn’t do him any good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>So, taking one last look, he opted to take advantage of her unconscious state and set about turning one of the guest cabins into a prison for their newly acquire captive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></font></span></p> <p> <font color="#000000" face="Times New Roman" size="3">(thi</font>s is copyrighted material)</p> Tue, 02 Jun 2015 03:18:42 GMT 07c4be6d-1685-437b-8333-0f2927e7ea80 Not much to say, so here's an excerpt from the Territory series: http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/not-much-to-say-so-heres-an-1 <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode inhaled and brushed his nose over her cheek.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She scented of another male, blood, and something much sweeter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Pulling back to frown at her he growled, “Enemy.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Canting his head he studied her attempting to figure out what was keeping him from snapping the thin column of her neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was typical protocol to kill all enemy wounded after a battle, but something was preventing him from following through.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Confused, he simply studied the female.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She was bleeding badly and shifter or not, he doubted she’d fully heal from the wound.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>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. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Suddenly, her head rolled and she emitted a high-pitched whine in the back of her throat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was a distress call and it was the most powerfully painful thing he’d ever heard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>That sound, coming from her, had him jerking into action.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Before he could even think on it, he was ripping the remains of her shirt off and tying the material tightly around her leg.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Absently as he hoisted her off the ground and growled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The delicate, light pink, lace of her bra had his beast stirring.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The article was decidedly feminine and only served to enforce his long held belief that women had no place in battle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>They were too soft, too gentle, and far too valuable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Now, with this delicate creature nestled in his arms he couldn’t help but despise her Alpha just a little more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Who would send someone so slight, so…precious into <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">battle</i>?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She couldn’t have possibly been any aide to her pack except as a distraction and that made Kayode even more enraged.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She’d been sent in with the Alpha’s sole intention of using her to add balk to their numbers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She was a mere a diversion, just another body to add to the fray.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was careless and selfish. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“What have you got there?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Shockingly, Kayode’s hackles rose and his wolf surged to the fore, scenting the air for a challenge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>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. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Butler’s eyes shifted from Kayode down to the female then back up before narrowing a fraction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“What are you doing with her?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Taking her to Mace.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">He waited for Butler’s inquiry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He waited for his Alpha to demand he drop the female and snap her neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Instead, Butler eyed him for long moments before gesturing with his head toward the main house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“She’s inside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Scratch has a scratch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The rest of the pack is fine, in case you were wondering.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">When Butler turned away and went back to his conversation with Lance, Kayode’s heart gave a little start and his wolf chuffed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Was it that easy?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Was Butler really going to simply allow him to attempt to save the pack enemy in his arms? <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Not wanting to push his luck, he turned and hurried inside the main house. <o:p></o:p></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; line-height: 200%;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">*** <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“You should have just killed her,” Macey snapped, working angrily to clean the wound on the women’s leg.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Lifting her head she snapped her fingers at Din.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Get me more gauze.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Lowering her head she yelled, “AND HURRY!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Then, more to herself she mumbled, “Jesus Christ, I’m not a damn surgeon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>How am I supposed to fix this?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode paced the small room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was one of four guest rooms in the main house that remained vacant for the most part.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Only on rare occasions did visitors or friends come to the encampment, and even then they rarely stayed over. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Here!” Din was breathless as she shoved another box of gauze onto the bed and eyed the unconscious woman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Who is she?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode rolled his eyes at her reverent tone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Din was special.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>An Omega, she was the heart of the pack.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Din was the baby sister who was spoiled and dotted on, but who loved the most freely. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“An enemy!” Macey hissed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“And one <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">he</i> should have let die!” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“It’s not her fault,” Kayode defended and felt red tinge his cheeks when Din jerked her head to him, and her mouth fell open as she stared at him wide-eyed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He’d never been one for defending anyone and certainly never a member of an enemy pack. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“It’s not her fault she came with her pack for a battle?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Macey bit out as she continued to work feverishly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“It’s not her fault those idiots bit off more than they could chew and got their asses handed to them?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Her lips quirked up in a satisfied smile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Fuckers better not come back!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Then she stopped working to look up at Kayode.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Screw that!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I hope they do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I hope they try again.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode shook his head and grinned before scrubbing a hand over the back of his neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>They had won the battle in decisively.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Grayton Bartel and his pack had been defeated easily and word would spread, which was great for the Beaux pack.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Others would think twice about attempting to claim their territory.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Still, he couldn’t help but wonder if Grayton would be back for the female.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>If it were Butler, he knew his Alpha would die before ever leaving any pack mate behind, but Grayton was different.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Clearly, he didn’t value his pack mates, especially his females.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">When The Beaux pack went to battle, they always left Din and Macey at the camp—much to Macey’s disappointment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>In the Beaux pack, females were coveted, as all females should be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was apparent that Grayton and his Bartel pack didn’t feel the same. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“There.” Macey stood and wiped sweat from her brow with her forearm as she held up her bloody hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“That’s the best I can do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She’ll have to rely on her animal and her will now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>If she’s strong enough, she just might make it.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode stepped forward and looked down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The woman looked more pale than she had when he’d brought her in and her breathing was slow and shallow. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Let’s get cleaned up, Din.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Din followed Macey from the room and alone, Kayode sat on the bed beside the female.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Ignoring the blood and dirt that covered her, he decided she was attractive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She had a full bottom lip, but the top one was a little thinner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He couldn’t tell if her skin was naturally pale or if it was due to the blood loss, but a sprinkling of freckles high on her cheeks had a corner of his mouth kicking up for some reason.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Oddly mesmerizing auburn hair sat at about her shoulders.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>If her eyebrows didn’t match her hair so perfectly, he’d think that she dyed it, but up close he could see the mixture of reds, golds, and hazels.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was too unique to come from a bottle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Kayode studied the sooty lashes that rested against her cheeks and he wondered what color her eyes were.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He knew they’d be unique, just like the female. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“What are your intentions here?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Jerking back, he found Butler standing in the door way, arms crossed over his chest and feet crossed at the ankle as he leaned against the frame. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode shook his head and stood to put some distance between himself and the female. He had a hard time keeping his head around her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“I don’t know, Butler.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I just…”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He turned to look back at her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He decided honesty would be the best route.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“For some reason I couldn’t kill her and I couldn’t let her die.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Butler shoved off the door and walked to the bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Tilting his head he stared down at her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Understandable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I doubt if I’d be able to kill a defenseless women either.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He shook his head and his lip curled in disgust, “Fucking Grayton taking females into battle.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Coward!” Kayode agreed. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“So what do we do?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Heal her and let her go?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“We could keep her.” Kayode suggested. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">The words had Butler’s eyes rounding and a grin splitting his lips. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“As a captive,” Kayode clarified. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“To what end?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode shrugged.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">To what end?</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He didn’t know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He just knew that the thought of keeping her captive sounded really good to him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“We could use her to keep a leash on Grayton.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Butler growled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Grayton Bartel and his pathetic pack are no concern of mine.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Well, if today proves anything, Butler, it’s that we shouldn’t underestimate our enemies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Even the lowliest of them.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Butler snorted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“If she survives the night we’ll keep her until she’s healed and then we’ll decide what to do from there.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He turned and stalked to the door before stopping and turning to pin Kayode with dark eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“You brought her in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>That means you’re responsible for her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>If she’s our prisoner, you’re her jailer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Put her in one of the guest cabins.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It’ll be easier to modify than the main house.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He nodded once and then was gone. <o:p></o:p></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <font color="#000000"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;">Modify?</span></i><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Kayode hadn’t even thought of that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He’d need a place to keep her where she couldn’t escape and she sure as hell wasn’t staying with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></span></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">He knew that standing vigil to ensure she survived the night wouldn’t do him any good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>So, taking one last look, he opted to take advantage of her unconscious state and set about turning one of the guest cabins into a prison for their newly acquire captive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></font></span></p> <p> <font color="#000000" face="Times New Roman" size="3">(thi</font>s is copyrighted material)</p> Tue, 02 Jun 2015 03:18:21 GMT 7aca55d6-879d-408b-8495-e15102c32027 Not much to say, so here's an excerpt from the Territory series: http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/not-much-to-say-so-heres-an <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode inhaled and brushed his nose over her cheek.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She scented of another male, blood, and something much sweeter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Pulling back to frown at her he growled, “Enemy.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Canting his head he studied her attempting to figure out what was keeping him from snapping the thin column of her neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was typical protocol to kill all enemy wounded after a battle, but something was preventing him from following through.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Confused, he simply studied the female.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She was bleeding badly and shifter or not, he doubted she’d fully heal from the wound.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>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. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Suddenly, her head rolled and she emitted a high-pitched whine in the back of her throat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was a distress call and it was the most powerfully painful thing he’d ever heard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>That sound, coming from her, had him jerking into action.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Before he could even think on it, he was ripping the remains of her shirt off and tying the material tightly around her leg.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Absently as he hoisted her off the ground and growled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The delicate, light pink, lace of her bra had his beast stirring.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The article was decidedly feminine and only served to enforce his long held belief that women had no place in battle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>They were too soft, too gentle, and far too valuable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Now, with this delicate creature nestled in his arms he couldn’t help but despise her Alpha just a little more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Who would send someone so slight, so…precious into <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">battle</i>?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She couldn’t have possibly been any aide to her pack except as a distraction and that made Kayode even more enraged.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She’d been sent in with the Alpha’s sole intention of using her to add balk to their numbers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She was a mere a diversion, just another body to add to the fray.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was careless and selfish. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“What have you got there?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Shockingly, Kayode’s hackles rose and his wolf surged to the fore, scenting the air for a challenge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>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. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Butler’s eyes shifted from Kayode down to the female then back up before narrowing a fraction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“What are you doing with her?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Taking her to Mace.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">He waited for Butler’s inquiry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He waited for his Alpha to demand he drop the female and snap her neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Instead, Butler eyed him for long moments before gesturing with his head toward the main house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“She’s inside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Scratch has a scratch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The rest of the pack is fine, in case you were wondering.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">When Butler turned away and went back to his conversation with Lance, Kayode’s heart gave a little start and his wolf chuffed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Was it that easy?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Was Butler really going to simply allow him to attempt to save the pack enemy in his arms? <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Not wanting to push his luck, he turned and hurried inside the main house. <o:p></o:p></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; line-height: 200%;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">*** <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“You should have just killed her,” Macey snapped, working angrily to clean the wound on the women’s leg.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Lifting her head she snapped her fingers at Din.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Get me more gauze.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Lowering her head she yelled, “AND HURRY!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Then, more to herself she mumbled, “Jesus Christ, I’m not a damn surgeon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>How am I supposed to fix this?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode paced the small room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was one of four guest rooms in the main house that remained vacant for the most part.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Only on rare occasions did visitors or friends come to the encampment, and even then they rarely stayed over. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Here!” Din was breathless as she shoved another box of gauze onto the bed and eyed the unconscious woman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Who is she?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode rolled his eyes at her reverent tone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Din was special.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>An Omega, she was the heart of the pack.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Din was the baby sister who was spoiled and dotted on, but who loved the most freely. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“An enemy!” Macey hissed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“And one <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">he</i> should have let die!” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“It’s not her fault,” Kayode defended and felt red tinge his cheeks when Din jerked her head to him, and her mouth fell open as she stared at him wide-eyed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He’d never been one for defending anyone and certainly never a member of an enemy pack. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“It’s not her fault she came with her pack for a battle?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Macey bit out as she continued to work feverishly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“It’s not her fault those idiots bit off more than they could chew and got their asses handed to them?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Her lips quirked up in a satisfied smile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Fuckers better not come back!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Then she stopped working to look up at Kayode.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Screw that!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I hope they do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I hope they try again.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode shook his head and grinned before scrubbing a hand over the back of his neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>They had won the battle in decisively.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Grayton Bartel and his pack had been defeated easily and word would spread, which was great for the Beaux pack.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Others would think twice about attempting to claim their territory.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Still, he couldn’t help but wonder if Grayton would be back for the female.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>If it were Butler, he knew his Alpha would die before ever leaving any pack mate behind, but Grayton was different.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Clearly, he didn’t value his pack mates, especially his females.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">When The Beaux pack went to battle, they always left Din and Macey at the camp—much to Macey’s disappointment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>In the Beaux pack, females were coveted, as all females should be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was apparent that Grayton and his Bartel pack didn’t feel the same. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“There.” Macey stood and wiped sweat from her brow with her forearm as she held up her bloody hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“That’s the best I can do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She’ll have to rely on her animal and her will now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>If she’s strong enough, she just might make it.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode stepped forward and looked down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The woman looked more pale than she had when he’d brought her in and her breathing was slow and shallow. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Let’s get cleaned up, Din.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Din followed Macey from the room and alone, Kayode sat on the bed beside the female.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Ignoring the blood and dirt that covered her, he decided she was attractive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She had a full bottom lip, but the top one was a little thinner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He couldn’t tell if her skin was naturally pale or if it was due to the blood loss, but a sprinkling of freckles high on her cheeks had a corner of his mouth kicking up for some reason.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Oddly mesmerizing auburn hair sat at about her shoulders.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>If her eyebrows didn’t match her hair so perfectly, he’d think that she dyed it, but up close he could see the mixture of reds, golds, and hazels.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was too unique to come from a bottle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Kayode studied the sooty lashes that rested against her cheeks and he wondered what color her eyes were.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He knew they’d be unique, just like the female. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“What are your intentions here?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Jerking back, he found Butler standing in the door way, arms crossed over his chest and feet crossed at the ankle as he leaned against the frame. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode shook his head and stood to put some distance between himself and the female. He had a hard time keeping his head around her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“I don’t know, Butler.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I just…”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He turned to look back at her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He decided honesty would be the best route.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“For some reason I couldn’t kill her and I couldn’t let her die.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Butler shoved off the door and walked to the bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Tilting his head he stared down at her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Understandable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I doubt if I’d be able to kill a defenseless women either.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He shook his head and his lip curled in disgust, “Fucking Grayton taking females into battle.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Coward!” Kayode agreed. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“So what do we do?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Heal her and let her go?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“We could keep her.” Kayode suggested. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">The words had Butler’s eyes rounding and a grin splitting his lips. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“As a captive,” Kayode clarified. <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“To what end?” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Kayode shrugged.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">To what end?</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He didn’t know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He just knew that the thought of keeping her captive sounded really good to him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“We could use her to keep a leash on Grayton.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Butler growled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Grayton Bartel and his pathetic pack are no concern of mine.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">“Well, if today proves anything, Butler, it’s that we shouldn’t underestimate our enemies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Even the lowliest of them.” <o:p></o:p></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">Butler snorted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“If she survives the night we’ll keep her until she’s healed and then we’ll decide what to do from there.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He turned and stalked to the door before stopping and turning to pin Kayode with dark eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“You brought her in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>That means you’re responsible for her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>If she’s our prisoner, you’re her jailer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Put her in one of the guest cabins.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It’ll be easier to modify than the main house.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He nodded once and then was gone. <o:p></o:p></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <font color="#000000"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;">Modify?</span></i><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Kayode hadn’t even thought of that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He’d need a place to keep her where she couldn’t escape and she sure as hell wasn’t staying with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></span></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-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><font color="#000000">He knew that standing vigil to ensure she survived the night wouldn’t do him any good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>So, taking one last look, he opted to take advantage of her unconscious state and set about turning one of the guest cabins into a prison for their newly acquire captive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></font></span></p> <p> <font color="#000000" face="Times New Roman" size="3">(thi</font>s is copyrighted material)</p> Tue, 02 Jun 2015 03:18:13 GMT f173c3d9-2fd9-4289-b4e2-c24ff764d7e6 Weekend update http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/weekend-update <p> I hope you are all having a lovely Memorial Day weekend.&nbsp; Pretty chilly here.&nbsp; Been raining all weekend, but looks like it’ll be nice tomorrow, and I’m looking forward to it.&nbsp; No big plans though.&nbsp; BBQ today at Mama’s with the pack.&nbsp; Watched the fights last night, the pack didn’t show up but my mate and I enjoyed the card.&nbsp; Glad to see Andre Arlovski is making his way back.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Have you all heard the new 21 Pilots CD, Blurry face?&nbsp; Weird name, but awesome songs.&nbsp; I’m digging Fairly Local and Goner!&nbsp; Woot, woot!&nbsp; Check it out.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Feeling restless lately…&nbsp; Did I already say that in my last blog?&nbsp; If so, sorry for being stuck on repeat.&nbsp; Just…ugh!&nbsp; I need a fucking change.&nbsp; I don’t know what, but I need….SOMETHING!!!!!!</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Been working on getting SW: Leto edited and writing SW: Remy and SW: Tyce.&nbsp; Also, trying to get Terr5tory out sometime soon.&nbsp; As you all know, Hunted is completely done, but it feels directionless so I’m trying to do a re-write.&nbsp; It’s pretty hard to just look at fifteen pages and say, “yep, garbage.&nbsp; Throw it out!”&nbsp; Aaaaagh!&nbsp; That’s scary, but if it must be done, it must be done.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> My Jimmy is doing too well.&nbsp; Took him to the vet and was told he has the worst arthritis in his back that they’ve ever seen.&nbsp; This’ll be his last summer, and I’m trying not to think about it.&nbsp; Our Zena died last year when I was out of the state for my brother’s wife’s funeral.&nbsp; Just going to concentrate on making Jimmy as comfortable as I can.&nbsp; Going to buy him a pool.&nbsp; He loves sitting in a cool pool in summer.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> I was supposed to go to Croatia with the pack this summer, but that didn’t work out.&nbsp; So, I’ve been thinking about a new vacation destination.&nbsp; I really want to go to Mexico and base jump into that bat cave.&nbsp; Ha ha ha.&nbsp; No one will go with me?!!&nbsp; WTF?!&nbsp; J&nbsp; If any of you live some place awesome, let me know what’s cool to do in your area.&nbsp; Who knows, I might just pop up in your hood!&nbsp;</p> Sun, 24 May 2015 18:37:40 GMT ebb509e4-9d64-4e60-b7da-273ff19bf196 05/17/15 http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/051715 <p> First off, thanks Chloe for such an awesome comment.&nbsp; It made my Sunday.&nbsp; Anywhoo, the weather outside is frightful.&nbsp; Ok, not really.&nbsp; It's just been running buckets for the entire weekend.&nbsp; Lame.&nbsp; I've got deer roast in the crockpot and am about to cook up some deer burger, brown&nbsp; rice, and veggies for my lil Olivia.&nbsp; Weekend was pretty anti-climactic.&nbsp; On Friday we stayed home and did nothing.&nbsp; Saturday night, Shane and I went to Kobe and then got too full to do anything else and today I went grocery shopping and mucked around the kitchen.&nbsp; Bor-ing!&nbsp; Everyone keeps e-mailing me and asking if I'm done with the Skin Walker series.&nbsp; Weird.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; Why does everyone think that?&nbsp; I'm far from finished with the SW series so stay posted.&nbsp; More to come, my Stalkers!</p> Sun, 17 May 2015 22:33:28 GMT d07aa38f-44e3-4bca-a9a7-7bd0427f812f May http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/may <p> Apologies all for not updating sooner.&nbsp; No, I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth.&nbsp; I’ve just been basking in the post Terr4tory glow.&nbsp; I have this habit of taking a few week break after a book goes live.&nbsp; For me, getting a book published is like running a marathon and when it’s finally done, I take some time to appreciate all the work that went into it and to let myself relax a little.&nbsp;&nbsp; So, now that my hiatus is over, here’s the happs:</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> On the home front:</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Good grief, have I ever been restless.&nbsp; I hate being at work, I hate being at home, and eeek!&nbsp; I dare say that I’ve even been fed up with my beloved Montana.&nbsp; I need a damn vacation.&nbsp; I really want to go to that cave in Mexico where you can base jump into it.&nbsp; It.&nbsp; Looks.&nbsp; Awesome!&nbsp; Problem is, no one wants to go with me.&nbsp; My mate doesn’t travel and my twin can’t seem to save up a single day of vacation.&nbsp; Would it be weird to go on vacation alone?&nbsp; Hmmm.&nbsp; Weird?&nbsp; Maybe not.&nbsp; Boring as shit?&nbsp; Probably.&nbsp; Boo!</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Also on the home front:</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> I GOT A NEW PUPPY!!!!!!!&nbsp; My husband bought me a Yorkie for my bday.&nbsp; She’s 1.5 pounds and her name is Olivia Wiggly Bliler.&nbsp; I named her Olivia after a character from one of my books, Savage Beauty.&nbsp; You guys haven’t read it yet because I’m still writing it.&nbsp; Anyway, my little Liv’s middle name is self-explanatory.&nbsp;&nbsp; She’s is absolutely the cutest thing since…well since the cutest thing you can possible think of!&nbsp; I even started her a FB page.&nbsp; Check her out at Olivia Bliler.&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> On the work front:&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Lame old, lame old.&nbsp; Almost done with my most recent CASA case.&nbsp; After that, I am retiring from volunteer work with CASA to dedicate more time to my writing.&nbsp; Recently, my brother told me that there’d come a point when I realized that I need to devote more of myself to the work that makes me happy and makes me money.&nbsp; He was right.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> On the writing front:&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Working on Terr5tory, Savage Beauty, Soul Sentries, and—of course—Skin Walkers.&nbsp; I’m having some difficulty deciding who I want to release next in the SW series.&nbsp; I know what the fans want, but that’s not where my muse is leading me right now.&nbsp; I hate to say it, but I’ve gotta follow my muse on this one.&nbsp; He hasn’t let me down yet ;o)</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> A shout out here to Rayna for reminding me to update my website and blog.&nbsp; Sorry guys!&nbsp; I get so stinking busy that I forget that it’s your only link to what’s happening with my books.&nbsp; I’ll do better.&nbsp; Promise!</p> Tue, 12 May 2015 00:51:00 GMT 302881b9-9c53-4c28-9a58-c1c5369880f3