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     This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story.I had another snippet ready to post, but then realized it was Valentine's Day--a day all about love. Rethought the snippet choice, and jumped further into the story (almost halfway). A week earlier, coming home from a supply run, Emmily had the opportunity to tell a State Police Trooper at a traffic stop that the man with her was an alien.  She chose not to. In fact, she was terrified that they'd be hauled in and then all of the aliens would get caught. In light of that, General told her she is part of his 'crew' and has their protection now.  She and General are sitting on the porch swing, and are discussing the mountain and the stars and their lives.

The Snippet:  

        

     “I always liked it, the view from here. Mom and dad loved it. Jason was never taken with it.” 

     There’s nothing cagey when he asks, “Jason?” 

     “We were married for almost twenty years.” 

     His head leans to the side, accessing, processing, I suspect. He’s quiet for a long time, after which, his voice—full of curiosity—pierces the still night. “Why are you no longer... married to him?” 

     That is a humdinger of a question. How do I answer? 

That's the snippet. I've continued the story if you'd like to read more.

     I could rattle off a slew of hateful reasons peppered with enough cuss words to make General blush. Or I could sit here and relish in the fact that I just now realize the heartache is no longer raw; my future doesn’t feel hopeless—as if no one will ever love me again. 

     I’ve moved past a plethora of things: the doubt, pain, regret and self-pity, the half-witted belief that Jason is the most wonderful man to have ever been born, and he was mine. The ridiculous and false belief—with all of its soul-scorching pain—that I’d never, ever find someone else worthy of my love, my selfless devotion, and even worse, a twisted kind of worship.

      I’ve left those things behind. 

     I can see him so clearly now. We did love each other once, but things change, circumstances change, and somewhere along our journey, Jason stopped loving me. After that, it was only a matter of time until he met someone else. 

     So, I say—and surprise myself at how little emotion there is, “He left me for another woman.” 

     General is quiet for several minutes, as quiet as this night. The air is still. The stream below is down to a small gurgle where it flows around rocks and pebbles. 

     His voice, deep and rich, fills the silence, “He was a fool.” 

     There is no answer for that. No reply needed. I bask in the emotion rising in me. 

     We sit like that for a couple more minutes, absorbing the darkness pin-prickled by starlight. I shiver. 

     He stands and takes off his uniform jacket and slips it over my shoulders. Then he sits next to me and says, “Is this alright?” as he slips an arm around me and pulls me closer.

 

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            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…