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Saturday, February 27, 2021

WeWriWa: EU65

 


Hello fellow warriors. :-)  

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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 forced at gunpoint to haul a wounded man and his 'crew' to her house. A tad over three weeks since the abduction has gone by. She's making supply run number two. Adren, the alien who appears youngest, has gone with her to make sure she doesn't contact authorities. Emmily is having an argument with herself about her ex-husband and how he left her.  

Last week's snippet ended with: "She works a real job with a steady salary—even though I pay it—instead of puttering around, writing books that don’t sell enough to buy groceries.’

     My knuckles are white, gripping the steering wheel.

     Breathe in, breathe out…

The Snippet:  

         

     I wish my inner doormat wasn't so quick to take the opposing view, but my thoughts zip that direction: I would have deserved it if he'd said all of that to me. I should have left the newspaper. I could've found a real job, a steady job, but somehow, I thought that if I plugged away at it long enough, I’d make it as a writer.

     I mentally slap myself. Those thoughts have to end! And as far as Jason? Shame on me for still allowing that hell to run my memories.

     “He is a jerk. Not me. He is the asshole. Not me. I am a good writer. He’s a dickhead.” 

 

 

A little more, if you wish to read on.


  

     Adren says, “Emmily, are you talking about Genrael?”

     Damn it. I was thinking out loud again. I snap out of my tirade. “Oh, goodness, no.”

     “Some of the words you said… We have heard you call Genrael those.”

     I’m caught dead to rights. “I… have. And… he… some of those words… he is… Sometimes.” I glance his way, assessing how much umbrage he might be taking at my words. “Not all the time, mind you. He can be a…”

     Jesus, I’m choking on the words. “He can be a good guy. I mean, he has some good points. He worries about you and looks out for you all. But he is a real jerk to me most of the time.” 

My next side glance is probably as sheepish looking as I feel, admitting that about someone Adren appears to revere.

     He's quiet and his expression is thoughtful. “He is a good man. He has accepted you.”

     “Accepted me? Me?”


 Will Adren let it drop?

 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 Emmily to her happy life, she 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…

Saturday, February 13, 2021

WeWriWa: EU64

 


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.

If you've emailed me and you don't see your new cover up, I apologize. Please try again. :-)


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 forced at gunpoint to haul a wounded man and his 'crew' to her house. A tad over three weeks since the abduction has gone by. She's making supply run number two. Adren, the alien who appears youngest, has gone with her to make sure she doesn't contact authorities    

The Snippet:  

          As I drive down the lane with Adren in the passenger seat, I ponder how much has changed in the short time they’ve been here, a little under a month. My mind goes back to the conversation we had. I feel good, lifted by the camaraderie, but it’s a false good and I’m keenly aware of that. They might kill me. I still need to get away.

      My blood pressure must be as high as the clouds. No, as high as the stars that these guys probably call home. I have to call my doctor and get my prescription transferred up here. How do I do that with my confiscated cellphone?

      I never had a hypertension problem until Jason started slinking around with his little, pet, secretary, Georgianna. 

 

A little more, if you wish to read on.


     I didn’t even try to compete.  Fifteen years younger than me. What would've been the use? 

     Maybe he always had one foot out the door…

     Anyway, all those years of perfect blood pressure didn’t matter once my anxiety level climbed high, waiting for it to happen, for him say the words. And he did. “I want a divorce.”

     Why, I think bitterly, are men like Jason so cowardly at such times? Why do they stop at the word divorce? Can’t bring themselves to say the rest?  Just say it. Complete the devastation they’re causing. ‘I cheated on you and now I’m in love with her. I want to divorce you and marry her. Her body is not traitorous and will produce babies for me. She works a real job with a steady salary—even though I pay it—instead of puttering around, writing books that don’t sell enough to buy groceries.’

     My knuckles are white, gripping the steering wheel.

     Breathe in, breathe out…

 

 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…