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This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story.She
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: "
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.”
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.