WeWriWa: EU62

 

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     This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story.She and her dog, Murphy, have moved to the mountains of Pennsylvania into an old, remote, hunting camp her parents willed to her. On her first day there, along a desolate road she's been forced at gunpoint to haul a wounded man and his 'crew' to her house.A week since the abduction has gone by. She's making a supply run. Kade--one of the aliens--has gone with her to make sure she doesn't contact authorities to alert them to alien presence.Last week ended with them arguing over what she wants to buy at a sporting goods store. Kade is not giving in, to allow her to purchase the bat.

     The snippet ended with:     

   “We appreciate what you do for us. There is no plan to harm you for any reason. But we do need you if we are ever to see our home again.”

        We continue from there:     

    

      I don't respond. It’s best I don’t say anything because I’m not in control of my emotions right now. Feels like they’re going sixteen different directions. I'm immersed in hostage thoughts. What should I do next?

     Kade sticks the key in the ignition. “Drive home, Emmily.”

 

     As I pull away, my mind is a pit of worry. I have no control over anything. And today’s purchases for General are surely for nothing good.

A few more lines to finish out the chapter: 

       I can’t imagine them wanting to dissolve stumps or sour the ground around the mountain laurel, let alone use charcoal to brush their teeth.

      As I drive, bits and pieces are starting to come back to me—when I researched homemade black powder for my column. How much trouble can they make with the amount they bought today?

      Once again, I miss my phone. But Kade is unyielding in his obedience to Mr. Phone Thief. He won’t even let me text Addie. 

     My phone… I’d have this figured out in no time at all…

 

 That's it for this week. Thank you so much for visiting and for reading. :-)

            The working blurb for this story:   

    

After losing everything that bound her to her ordinary and happy life, Emmily has one plan: move to the mountains and never-ever give her heart away again. But everything goes sideways when a UFO crash-lands nearby, and on a desolate road, she’s waylaid by men demanding help for their injured ‘General’. He’s confused, bleeding, and sweet Lord, good looking—even while sneering and growling at her. 

     Fleeing an ambush meant to kill him, Gen Rael is gravely injured when his ship crashes on Earth. The human woman his crew captures to aid them is a confounding mixture of terrified, defiant, and captivating. A female distraction is the last thing his hindered mission can afford. But this Emmily woman is cutting through the steel wall he keeps around his heart.

     Despite being their hostage, Emmily isn’t blind to the peril they’re in: there’s a threat coming from the stars, and it’s lethal to all of them, including her.

     And her simple plan to never-ever fall in love again? Looks like that’s in peril too…

 

       

 

WeWriWa: EU61

 

Hello fellow warriors. :-)If anyone would like a spot on the Weekend Writing Warriors' sidebar, or if you're already there and would like to change out the book posted, email me at cypherbuss @ yahoo dot com. All I need is the Amazon link.

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. If you'd like to participate or read tempting morsels from other authors, please sign up--or check the linky list at: http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/ 

Also, check out the Snippet Sunday group on facebook. 

*Note  If you tag Weekend Writing Warriors on facebook, we'll share the post on our page.  :-)

     This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story.She and her dog, Murphy, have moved to the mountains of Pennsylvania into an old, remote, hunting camp her parents willed to her. On her first day there, along a desolate road she's been forced at gunpoint to haul a wounded man and his 'crew' to her house.A week since the abduction has gone by. She's making a supply run. Kade--one of the aliens--has gone with her to make sure she doesn't contact authorities to alert them to alien presence.Last week ended with them arguing over what she wants to buy at a sporting goods store. Now there's word confusion.

     The snippet ended with:     

     “No bat, Emmily. You just admitted to me—to the man sworn to protect Genrael—that you want the bat to use on him.”

      “I did not say that!”

      “You did. When you said you were afraid of guns. The baseball bat is a good, Genrael purpose weapon.”

        We continue from there:     

     I drop my chin and shake my head as I laugh. The ridiculousness of this entire conversation. “Listen to what you just said and dig deeper for the meaning.”

     He cocks his head, one way, then another. It takes a minute for his brows to go up. He blushes. “I see. Emmily, I am sorry for the misunderstanding. Still, I cannot allow you to buy a weapon.”

      I give up.

     “You will not have to worry about protecting yourself from someone arriving uninvited; you have us now.” 

A few more lines if you'd like to continue this thought: 

     “You know, Kade, I just might have to use it to defend myself from all of you. I don’t know. Maybe you’ll want to kill me after my usefulness is over.” I say this sort of tongue-in-cheek, but sort of not.

     He inclines his head, and peers at me through lowered eyes. “Emmily, we will not harm you.”

     “Right.”

     “You do not believe me?”

     “Kade, you don’t believe me, that I planned on getting a ball bat before you all forced your way into my life.”

     He lays his hand on top of mine. When I look at him, he gives it a squeeze. “We appreciate what you do for us. There is no plan to harm you for any reason. But we do need you if we are ever to see our home again.”

   

 Kade seems pretty sincere... Should she believe him? 

          The working blurb for this story:   

    

After losing everything that bound her to her ordinary and happy life, Emmily has one plan: move to the mountains and never-ever give her heart away again. 

     But everything goes sideways when a UFO crash-lands nearby, and on a desolate road she’s waylaid by men demanding help for their injured ‘General’. He’s confused, bleeding, and sweet Lord, good looking—even while sneering and growling at her. 

     Fleeing an ambush meant to kill him, Gen Rael is gravely injured when his ship crashes on Earth. The human woman his crew captures to aid them is a confounding mixture of terrified, defiant, and captivating. A female distraction is the last thing his hindered mission can afford. But this Emmily woman is cutting through the steel wall he keeps around his heart.

     Despite being their hostage, Emmily isn’t blind to the peril they’re in: there’s a threat coming from the stars, and it’s lethal to all of them, including her.

     And her simple plan to never-ever fall in love again? Looks like that’s in peril too…

 

        That's it for this week. Thank you so much for visiting and for reading. :-)