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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 cell-phone use.

         I scroll through my search results and my eyes catch two words. I force myself to not react while I skim past them: gun powder.

     I locate the closest places that have charcoal in stock; we head to the chain drug store.

     They do have a small drugstore owned by the local pharmacist. Their online presence seems to brag that up. “Buy local, from a neighbor,” it reads. But since I now have half an idea what the blonds are doing with those ingredients, I really don’t want to be remembered or gossiped about by locals.  I figure I can’t avoid a security camera no matter where I go, but I stand a better chance of anonymity at the busy chain store.

     When we put the charcoal in the car, I ask, “Is that it?”

 A few more lines if you wish to read on: 

   

     “Do you have a device called a blender?”

     “I’m pretty sure my mom’s is in a cupboard in the pantry nook.”

     “Then we can go back to the cabin.”

     “As soon as we make one more stop,” I say.

     “Where?”

     “The sporting goods store.”

     “For what?”

     “You know, you’re pretty damned nosy. Don’t worry about it.”

      He reaches to the ignition and grabs the keys before I start the car. “Emmily, I must know where you are going and what you need to buy. Tell me, please. You have no choice.”

Emmily is bent on buying something specific. This goes back to a need-to-buy list she made on her first night in the cabin. There's an argument ahead...

          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. Oh, and never 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 beautiful. 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…

 

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