Susan A Bliler http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog Susan A Bliler en Fri, 10 Feb 2012 16:28:32 GMT Mon, 08 Feb 2016 09:50:28 GMT 60 I'm still alive ;o) http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/im-still-alive-o-6 <p> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">Hey all, I’m still alive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>No, nothing going on at home, I’ve just been writing like a mo-fo!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It’s been awesome!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I haven’t written this much in AGES!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I’m so excited to share everything with you all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Started 5 new books in the SW series and 3 in the Territory series.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Also, working on some new stuff.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>SW: Remy will be out soon, and I’ll keep you posted on that release.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>In the meantime, here’s a sample of something I’ve been working on. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">(This is un-edited and copyrighted…don’t jack my shit ;o) <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">Alex was so damn mad she couldn’t even see straight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Why did people have to be such assholes?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Bending she used her towel to mop up the milk shake that had been intentionally dumped on the ground.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>This group of four men always came into the restaurant on her shift and she knew it was intentional.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>One of them, Fitz she’d heard his friends call him, was always asked her out and she always refused.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The result?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>No tip and a huge mess.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The idiot would actually wait a week and then show back up with his friends and ask her out again like his mistreatment of her the week before was somehow forgotten or was supposed to make her see the error of her ways and change her mind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Idiots!</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>God, she hated men and she hated this job even more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She’d been waiting to her back from her friend, Stoney, about a job opening at the StoneCrow Wild Life Refuge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She knew it was more but didn’t even want to <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">think</i> about what was going on up in the Highwood Mountains for fear of any of the local cidiots finding out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>There was too much at stake. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The bell over the door chimed and she didn’t bother peeking up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Probably just more disgusting men to ruin her day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Be right with you.” <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Slapping the now brown rag onto her tray, she stood and hurried behind the counter before tossing the rag into the sink and washing her hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Glancing up, she saw broad shoulders in a back booth and groaned inwardly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Snagging a menu, she straightened her apron and headed for the waiting customer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Hello,” she offered lamely as she placed the menu on the table.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Can I get you something to drink?” <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">The guy didn’t look at her and didn’t pick up the menu.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Water.” <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">“Water it is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I’ll give you a few minutes with the menu.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Walking back to the counter she busied herself filling a glass with ice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Her eyes shot to the large behemoth in the both.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He was huge, she could see the muscles of his back through the material of his form fitting gray shirt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Her eyes skimmed over his jeans and down to the black boots peeking out of from the hem of the denim.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>You could tell a lot about a man by his shoes and these ones were nice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Functional, clean, yet badass enough to suit the wearer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">Cold water tickled her fingers and she looked down to realize her oogling had caused the guy’s drink to overflow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Pulling the glass from the soda fountain, she dumped some of the water into the drain tray and used a clean cloth to wipe the glass down as she headed back to the table.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Here ya go.” She set the cup down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“One water.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Pulling her pen from behind her ear and her order booklet from her apron she asked, “What can I get you?” <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">The guy shoved the menu away but still didn’t look up, which was a shame.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She was curious about what his face looked like.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">“Just the water.” He responded.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“I’m looking for Alex.” <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">Her heart started and then she remembered Alexander Cady, her co-worker who washed the dishes on weekends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Alex isn’t working today.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>When the man didn’t respond she asked, “You a friend?” <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">“Yeah,” he muttered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“When will he be working?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I’d like to see him?” <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">Alex relaxed a little.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>If the guy was Alexander’s friend then he couldn’t be too bad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Weekends,” she supplied.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“He’ll be here on Friday about noonish.” <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">The guy grunted as if dissatisfied then took a sip of his water. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">“You got his number?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>You should give him a call, let him know you’re here.” <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">“No,” they guy set his water down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“I lost Mr. Hayworth’s number a while back.” <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">Alex dropped the menus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Holy shit!</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She quickly bent to retrieve the menu’s.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“Uhhhh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Alex Hayworth, huh?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The guy wasn’t here for her co-worker, Alex.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He was here for her!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Standing slowly, she prayed he didn’t notice the sudden flush on her cheeks or shaking menus she held in her trembling hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The guys gaze sliced to her and she froze in her slow retreat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed as he slowly pushed up from the table.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">“Alex?” <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">Shit!</span></i><span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She threw the menus at his face and spun for the back door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She didn’t stop to see if he was following as she zig-zagged through the kitchen and shoved the back door open before racing down the alley.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>With no idea who in the hell the guy was, she wasn’t going to take a chance at finding out. <o:p></o:p></span></font></font></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">She was mid-run when both feet left the ground as strong arms clamped around her middle. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">“Put me down you mother fucker!” she shrieked and threw her head back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It connected with something and stars exploded in her sight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Behind her she heard a grunt and then a muttered curse.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Still, she fought. Lifting a foot she shoved it back hoping to connect with a knee and wishing she’d have worn her hiking boots instead of plain old tennis shoes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She missed, but the momentum nearly made the guy drop her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He cursed again and then she was tossed in the air.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She flailed like a scared cat, trying to twist around and when she landed it was with a great “oomph” as the guys shoulder connected with her stomach. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">SMACK! <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">A loud crack rent the air and it took a second for the sting to kick in before she realized that he’d spanked her. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">This sonofa… <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></i></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">“Lady, calm the hell down before I spank you again.” <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> <span style="line-height: 200%; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><font face="Calibri"><font color="#000000">Reaching a hand back, she buried it in the soft hair at the nape of his neck and jerked hard!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp;</span> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> <o:p> <font color="#000000" face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font> </o:p></p> <p> &nbsp;</p> Mon, 01 Feb 2016 02:50:47 GMT 335c5380-ba0b-415f-89c8-91cfc21e0c88 Holm defeats Rousey http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/holm-defeats-rousey <p> From the heading I'm assuming you all know what I did last night.&nbsp; The fight was EPIC!&nbsp; Growing up in a family of boxers, the sport has always been close to my heart and I was hopeful that if anyone could defeat Ronda, it'd be Holly.&nbsp; Yay, Holly!&nbsp;</p> <p> I've been working on lots of stuff.&nbsp; Remy, Soul Sentries, my surprise, and just started another book that my muse wouldn't let me ignore.&nbsp; My sis and her family are coming to stay next week for Thanksgiving, so I'll be busy, busy, busy.&nbsp; Hope you all have an awesome Thanksgiving.&nbsp; I'll be in touch before then.&nbsp; ;o)</p> Sun, 15 Nov 2015 22:04:29 GMT 211d7619-8796-460d-aa0d-7f28cb6941c3 I can't believe it's November! http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/i-cant-believe-its-november <p> Did November come too quickly for anyone else?&nbsp; Christ!&nbsp; I haven’t even really started Christmas shopping yet!&nbsp; YIKES!!!!&nbsp;</p> <p> Been working on several projects and writing like a mad woman.&nbsp; It’s soooooo nice to have my computer back!&nbsp; Sent Cindy an excerpt from Legion and she’s been bugging me for days for the full manuscript.&nbsp; She says all nonchalantly, “Oh, just let me proof it now.”&nbsp; Ha ha!&nbsp; She’ll have to wait just a little longer.&nbsp;</p> <p> Aside from Legion and several other books, I’ve been working on my surprise too.&nbsp; I’m excited to get it out.&nbsp; Squeeeeee!&nbsp; Is it funny that I get excited over my own books?&nbsp; I wonder if other authors do to?&nbsp;</p> <p> Anyway, my oldest sister and her family are coming to stay for Thanksgiving.&nbsp; It’s going to be a blast!&nbsp; She lives in North Carolina, which is one of the reasons I write about NC so much.&nbsp; I feel like I have so much to do before her visit.&nbsp; Who wants to come clean my house?&nbsp; Any takers?&nbsp; Anyone?&nbsp; Bueller? Fine!&nbsp; I’ll friggin do it!&nbsp;</p> <p> Well, now that I’m back online, I’ll be updating more frequently.&nbsp; Hit me up and let me know what you guys are reading.&nbsp; -S</p> Mon, 09 Nov 2015 00:28:20 GMT 6650feae-69d3-4d7e-886d-442f7b2ee36e November! http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/november <p> Wow!&nbsp; Can’t believe it’s been so long since I’ve been able to blog!&nbsp; For those of you who don’t follow me on Facebook, do NOT upgrade to Windows10.&nbsp; I got a free upgrade and like an idiot I upgraded.&nbsp; Yikes!&nbsp; Everything sucked and was extra slow so I tried to “revert”.&nbsp; Holy crow, it crashed my computer.&nbsp; Long story short, I had to pay some computer guy to come fix my computer.&nbsp; I just NOW got it back to where it was actually usable.&nbsp; What a fucking mess!&nbsp;&nbsp; Anywhoo, how have you all been?&nbsp; Things in the Greatness are good.&nbsp; Terr5tory finally came out about a month ago!&nbsp; If you haven’t bought it, check it out and leave me some feedback please!!!&nbsp; As you all know the next projects that’ll be out are Hunted and SW: Remy.&nbsp; I’m really excited for Remy, I hope you all like it.&nbsp; And no, I don’t have a release date yet.&nbsp; (I know that was your next question.)&nbsp; I’m gonna cool it on the Territory series for awhile.&nbsp; My Stalkers are feeling a little neglected, so Skin Walkers it is.&nbsp;</p> <p> Let’s see, what else?&nbsp; Hmm, my puppy is 4lbs!&nbsp; Olivia is so stinking cute.&nbsp; She was little red riding hood for Halloween.&nbsp; Check out her Facebook page at Olivia Bliler.</p> <p> Snow’s getting ready to fly here in MT.&nbsp; It’s actually snowing for the 2<sup>nd</sup> time this season as I type this, which is good. I don’t know why but snow incites me to write so yay me!</p> <p> Well, I’m gonna end here because I’m working on a SW surprise for you all.&nbsp; If you haven’t checked out the new excerpt for SW: Legion under the ‘Coming Soon’ tab on my site, check it out.&nbsp;</p> <p> Talk to you all soon, and my apologies for being gone so long.</p> Wed, 04 Nov 2015 02:39:01 GMT 9233bf3f-e246-482e-bf45-7463e7f3fc98 Here I am... http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/here-i-am <p> Stalkerazzi:&nbsp; Here I am with good news!&nbsp; Fuck this funk I’ve been in.&nbsp; I’ve taken some time off work to get some writing done.&nbsp; I’ve never done that before, so we’ll see how it goes.&nbsp; I know I’ve been absent from my blog for a minute.&nbsp; For any of you who reside in wintery states, you understand the urgency that exists as the summer winds down.&nbsp; So much to do and so few days left of sunshine.&nbsp; I’ve been running around like a damn mad woman trying to get all my summer “chores” knocked out.&nbsp; Still have several plants to re-pot, but I’ll get to ‘em…hopefully.&nbsp; In the meantime, I’ve just been blocked out.&nbsp; So much personal drama this summer.&nbsp; It seems like it’s never ending and I can’t tell you how hard it is to concentrate on MY world when the real world keeps demanding so much of my focus, but none of that should be your problem.&nbsp; I just need to get my head outta my ass and start fucking writing, which is exactly what I’m doing.&nbsp; I’ll keep ya posted on the imminent release date for Terr5tory!&nbsp; I love you guys for always sticking with me!!!!!!!!!</p> Tue, 04 Aug 2015 03:21:53 GMT 590c2f28-2b99-428a-80e9-95aa593d2d9a Summer http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/summer <p> Oi, Oi my Stalkers and pack, hope your summer is going well.&nbsp; Mine....meh!&nbsp; Going through a bit of&nbsp;a funk lately, which really sucks for trying to get some writing done.&nbsp; Work's been busy as shit and my personal life...well, you couldn't scrip this shit!&nbsp; Seriously!!!&nbsp; Anyway, lots of questions about Skin Walkers.&nbsp; No, I am no where near finished with that series.&nbsp; More books will be coming.&nbsp; As I've said before, I like to follow my muse.&nbsp; Recently, he's led me to work on the Territory series, but I'm coming back to Skin Walkers next.&nbsp; It's feeling a little neglected.&nbsp; The next release will be the EDITED version of SW: Leto and then Terr5tory. After that, I'm hoping to get back to SW, or I might release Hunted since it's basically done.&nbsp; Just wanted to give you all a heads up since everyone keeps asking about SW's.&nbsp; Hoping to take some vacation this summer and get some serious writing done.&nbsp; I'd hoped to go...somewhere...ANYWHERE, but my best buddy can't save up a damn day of vacation to save her life and my mate doesn't like to travel.&nbsp; So a stay-cation it is.&nbsp; Hopefully I'll get some work done. I'll keep ya posted.&nbsp;</p> Sun, 28 Jun 2015 00:53:41 GMT b7c13a6b-7ae3-41ed-b573-65c59d0fe235 An excerpt from the Territory series: http://www.susanbliler.com/apps/blog/an-excerpt-from-the-territory-series <p> (This is copyrighted material!)</p> <p> Kayode inhaled and brushed his nose over her cheek.&nbsp; She scented of another male, blood, and something much sweeter.&nbsp; Pulling back to frown at her he growled, “Enemy.”&nbsp; Canting his head he studied her attempting to figure out what was keeping him from snapping the thin column of her neck.&nbsp; It was typical protocol to kill all enemy wounded after a battle, but something was preventing him from following through.&nbsp; Confused, he simply studied the female.&nbsp; The bite at her shoulder was deep, but nothing compared to the claw mark that gouged from hip all down her thigh to her knee.&nbsp; She was bleeding badly and shifter or not, he doubted she’d fully heal from the wound.&nbsp; Watching blood pulse out of her he wondered if she’d bleed to death before he could muster up the nerve to finish her off.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Suddenly, her head rolled and she emitted a high-pitched whine in the back of her throat.&nbsp; It was a distress call and it was the most powerfully painful thing he’d ever heard.&nbsp; That sound, coming from her, had him jerking into action.&nbsp; Before he could even think on it, he was ripping the remains of her shirt off and tying the material tightly around her leg.&nbsp; Absently as he hoisted her off the ground and growled.&nbsp; The delicate, light pink, lace of her bra had his beast stirring.&nbsp; The article was decidedly feminine and only served to enforce his long held belief that women had no place in battle.&nbsp; They were too soft, too gentle, and far too valuable.&nbsp; Now, with this delicate creature nestled in his arms he couldn’t help but despise her Alpha just a little more.&nbsp; Who would send someone so slight, so…precious into <em>battle</em>?&nbsp; She couldn’t have possibly been any aide to her pack except as a distraction and that made Kayode even more enraged.&nbsp; She’d been sent in with the Alpha’s sole intention of using her to add balk to their numbers.&nbsp; She was a mere a diversion, just another body to add to the fray.&nbsp; It was careless and selfish.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Rushing around one of the pack cabins with his slight burden, Kayode slowed when a blood-smeared Butler—who’d been talking to Lance—turned to him, his wolf still shining brightly in his eyes.&nbsp; “What have you got there?”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Shockingly, Kayode’s hackles rose and his wolf surged to the fore, scenting the air for a challenge.&nbsp; Fighting to tamp down his beast lest his Alpha recognize his defiance, Kayode offered quietly, “Enemy.” Still, he was unable to keep his wolf’s rumble from his words.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Butler’s eyes shifted from Kayode down to the female then back up before narrowing a fraction.&nbsp; “What are you doing with her?”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> “Taking her to Mace.”&nbsp;</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> He waited for Butler’s inquiry.&nbsp; He waited for his Alpha to demand he drop the female and snap her neck.&nbsp; Instead, Butler eyed him for long moments before gesturing with his head toward the main house.&nbsp; “She’s inside.&nbsp; Scratch has a scratch.&nbsp; The rest of the pack is fine, in case you were wondering.”</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> When Butler turned away and went back to his conversation with Lance, Kayode’s heart gave a little start and his wolf chuffed.&nbsp; Was it that easy?&nbsp; Was Butler really going to simply allow him to attempt to save the pack enemy in his arms?</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p> Not wanting to push his luck, he turned and hurried inside the main house.</p> <p> &nbsp;</p> <p align="center"> &nbsp;</p> Tue, 02 Jun 2015 03:23:10 GMT ae6d2460-4373-4ae1-b81b-f258bfd66ca6 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