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Skin Walkers: Remy
Skin Walkers: Remy
Skin Walkers: Remy
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Unaware of the volatile past between her brother and her Commander, Harlow EnemyHunter doesn’t understand her Commander’s clear aversion to her presence on his team. Determined to fit in, Harlow goes to great lengths to prove her worth, earn respect, and hide her infatuation for her Commanding Officer.
Remy McCabe has waited years to get revenge on fellow Skin Walker, Mason EnemyHunter. What better way to hurt a Walker then to hurt those that he loves? When Harlow is brought to Remy all he has to do is ignore his inner beasts and follow through with his plan to use her to hurt Mason. Problem is, not only can he not bring himself to hurt Harlow, his damn protective instincts surge to the fore every time she’s near.

When war is brought to StoneCrow, all bets are off and Remy is torn between protecting Harlow and allowing her to be the solider she’s trained to become.

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Release dateMar 9, 2016
ISBN9781311844620
Skin Walkers: Remy
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Susan A Bliler

My pack territory is in Central Montana, between Stone Crow estates and the North Fortress. Born and raised in an untamed location that bridges the gap between rolling prairies and majestic mountain peaks, I am born to a family that also bridges the gap between cultures. My father’s people boast a fiercely proud Scottish ancestry while my mother’s tribes descend from two savagely beautiful and unique nations that inspire my Skin Walkers series. I'm a huge fan of MMA, boxing, hockey, 30 Seconds to Mars, Linkin Park, DMX, the Killers, and 21 Pilots (“sometimes quiet is violent”). I also love to read because it encourages me to write. (I hate it when authors add that they love coffee and chocolate. Really? Who doesn't love coffee and chocolate?) Anyway, I love beer...kidding. I don't love beer but we are engaged in a very serious relationship. (Mom, please don't call me when you read this.) Check me out at www.susanbliler.com Please leave feedback. Believe it or not I actually read your opinions/suggestions and try to adapt my work accordingly. A’hau.

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    Skin Walkers - Susan A Bliler

    SKIN WALKERS:

    REMY

    By

    Susan A. Bliler

    Smashwords Edition

    Copyright © 2016 by Susan A. Bliler

    www.susanbliler.com

    ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

    Cover fonts, spine, and back cover done by

    Cindy Hubbard at

    www.cind-e-designs.com

    Images courtesy of Shutterstock

    Editing done by:

    Leiah Cooper with

    So I Read This Book Today…

    http://soireadthisbooktoday.com/

    CJ Jones, remember this?

    When with us you never run,

    you always stand and fight.

    And with us you’ll battle plot and battle

    into the bloody night!

    Remember how they’re always counting us down and out?

    Remember how hard we can get hit and still get back up?

    Remember they didn’t think we could do it?

    Remember we knew we could?

    I ain’t surprised motherfuckers!

    This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidences are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    All rights reserved.

    No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from Susan A. Bliler.

    DEDICATION

    For My Stalkers!

    Thank you for sticking with me, for supporting me,

    for believing in me, but mostly I thank you for reading my books!

    I truly cannot express how much it has meant to have your

    support and positive feedback. Honestly, without you all

    I would have given up fourteen books ago. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

    Chapter 1

    Hello? Hell-O! When the phone went dead in her hand, Harlow Armstrong frowned and slammed down the receiver. She hated prank calls, but the fact that she’d gotten so many in the past few days was beginning to worry her.

    Gnawing her full bottom lip, she quickly flicked off the lamp next to her sofa, instantly bathing her too-small living room into total darkness. For a moment she considered calling the police, but after a quick rehearsal of the anticipated conversation in her head, she quickly discarded the idea. I’m being ridiculous! She flipped the lamp back on and strode determinedly to her curtains, throwing them open in a show of defiance.

    There. She slapped her hands together and stared out onto the darkened…street. Her heart nearly thudded to a halt when something moved just under the barely-illuminated streetlamp across the road. When a stray black dog wandered into view she clamped a hand over her heart, expelling a harsh breath while shaking her head, the hint of a smile curving her lips. Jesus! It’s just a dog. Whirling from the window, she headed for her small kitchenette in desperate need of a hot cup of coffee.

    ***

    "You’re sure it’s her?" Mason EnemyHunter couldn’t hide the desperation in his tone at the thought that his long search was finally at an end.

    Recker took a step back into the shadows beneath a tall elm tree, his eyes still glued to the small female who just nearly had a heart attack at the sight of a stray dog zig-zagging its way down the sidewalk. "I’m looking right at her. Her hair and eye color match yours, and the age is right. I’d dare say she even resembles you."

    Dark eyes slammed shut and his breathing halted. Even while his heart sang, Mason knew better than to get his hopes up yet again. He’d been searching for his sister for the past six years, and after countless unsuccessful leads and a half-dozen wrongful abductions, he didn’t dare trust that he’d finally found her. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes. "I don’t want another incident like Aries. You need to be certain, Recker!"

    The massive Walker Sentry stepped out into the yellow light of the streetlamp, watching as the woman moved away from the window, disappearing into her apartment. "It’s her, Mason."

    Heaving a weighty sigh, Mason didn’t hesitate to send across the mist--the telepathic means of communication that all Skin Walker’s shared--Bring her in!

    It was all the direction Recker needed. Lifting one large fist, he held it in front of his face before opening his hand and spreading his fingers wide in a silent command to his team to move into position.

    ***

    Harlow added cream to her coffee, then savored her first sip. Satisfied, she moved from the kitchenette, snagging her romance novel off the coffee table on her way to her small sofa as she performed a delicate balancing act with her cup, simultaneously fingering through her book to find the dog-eared page where she’d left off.

    Halfway to the sofa, some sixth sense had the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. She closed her book, setting it on the coffee table as she turned and strained to listen. Hearing nothing, she was turning back to the sofa when a loud knock at the door evoked a startled shriek. Shit! Hot coffee sloshed over the rim of her mug, leaving dark, wet dots on her cream-colored carpet. Anger surged to the fore. She didn’t like to be startled. It evoked bad memories and thrust her instantly on the defensive.

    Heart racing at the unexpected visitor, Harlow set her dripping mug on the coffee table at her knee before wiping her wet fingers on her faded jeans. Crossing quickly to the door she tried to quietly latch the chain lock, using her voice to cover the noise. Who is it?

    My name is Recker. I need to speak with you.

    Throwing a longing look at her cordless phone lying useless on her coffee table next to her book, Harlow feigned a cheery tone as her eyes shot to her bedroom door. She had a shotgun beside her bed, but wondered if she were being over-cautious. Don’t know any Recker. I’m afraid you have the wrong apartment.

    I have the right apartment. Open the door.

    Open the door? His command had her silently cursing the lack of peephole as she slowly backed away from the door, glancing longingly at her bedroom. Okay, that definitely warranted a shotgun response. She hustled toward her bedroom door, snagging her cordless phone on her way with suddenly trembling fingers. She cursed when it slipped from her fumbling hands, bouncing nearly silently on the carpeted floor. Shit! she whispered, then offered more loudly, I don’t know you! Annoyed at herself now, she added some heat to her tone as she dropped to her knees, snatching up her phone. Go away!

    Lifting the phone, she hit the ‘talk’ button with the intention of calling the cops while she retrieved her shotgun when the room was abruptly cast into darkness. A low, whirring sound from the walls let her know that, not only had her apartment lost power, but the entire building had as well. For a moment, Harlow considered whether the guy at her door had anything to do with the sudden power outage, then snorted at the thought as better judgment prevailed. Too many horror movies. Besides, somebody’d have to want me pretty badly to go through all the extra mafia-esque effort. No. The fact of the matter was, she lived in a really shitty apartment complex, and it was typical for the building to lose power even sans bad weather. She knew she should have been terrified with the bum outside her door and blinding darkness inside, but it wasn’t in her.

    Harlow had never been easily intimidated. Even now, with some stranger outside her door demanding she let him in, her emotions bordered more on the edge of anger than of fear. She hated fear, despised it. She’d learned quickly never to succumb. It left her vulnerable, and vulnerability was a weakness that was always capitalized on out on the streets where she’d grown up.

    Harlow spent her youth bouncing from foster home to foster home. Once even the worst home refused to accept her, she was placed in a group home, where she remained until she aged out. Most of the lessons she’d learned in life were the hard ones, the expensive ones to body and soul, but well worth the price. She’d endured more in her twenty-seven years than most women, or men for that matter, had in an entire lifetime. Left on the doorstep of a local firehouse, abandoned by her parents and without even a name to call her own, Harlow fought her way through her youth, both figuratively and literally. She’d been expelled from three schools for getting in fistfights, and with no parent to defend her, none of the school staff believed, or cared, that she’d been defending herself on most occasions when she’d resorted to violence. Most occasions. Developing a thick skin and even thicker wall to guard her heart and emotions, she rarely revealed her true self to anyone. From experience, she knew that letting people get close meant suffering the agony of betrayal…and there was always betrayal. In her eyes people were hideous creatures. Remembering that kept her from exposing herself to pain. She didn’t need more pain. Thanks to her parents’ abandonment she had enough to last a lifetime.

    She wondered about her real parents often, but never made any attempt to locate them. After all, if her parents had thought so little of her, why would she want to ever meet them? No. She was a loner, a fighter, and that’s exactly how she liked it.

    Harlow, please don’t make this difficult. I just want to speak with you.

    Panic flared to life, sucking the breath from her lungs. How does he know my name?

    The useless phone dropped from her hands as she crept toward her bedroom and the gun she kept hidden there. The glow from the streetlamp outside her window cast just enough light into her tiny living room to illuminate the largest objects, which was a great relief as she felt her way toward her bedroom. Halfway there, a loud crash behind her had her jumping as she spun toward the sound.

    Without light, she couldn’t make out his features, but there was no mistaking the sheer size of him. His head nearly brushed the top of the doorframe and his shoulders filled the entire expanse of its width.

    "Get the hell outta my apartment!"

    The command, issued through clenched teeth, seemed to have a surprising effect. The man’s eyes widened and he actually backed up a step before once more gaining control and rushing her.

    Yeah, that worked out well! She wasn’t going to make it to her shotgun. Shit! Clenching her teeth, Harlow did the one thing she knew to do when presented with a fight-or-flight situation. Balling her hands into tight fists, she met the intruder head-on.

    Chapter 2

    Have you ever dreamt that you were racing on the edge of a cliff? The wind whipping your hair back, the sting of the air pushing against you and forcing tears to your eyes, even as you try to blink them back. Your heart and adrenaline racing, knowing that at any second, with one wrong move, it could all end. Anticipation, apprehension, fear, and excitement. That’s how Harlow felt every single day for the past six months.

    EnemyHunter. She rolled her new last name around in her head for what felt like the thousandth time. God, six months and I still can’t get used to it. Harlow EnemyHunter. She snorted at the absurdity of it. She was no enemy hunter. She was no hunter at all. In fact, she’d been easily taken by the team of mercenaries her brother sent to secure her.

    Entering Mason’s office, she steeled herself for what she knew wouldn’t fail to be another epic round. Her brother was having difficulty wrapping his mind around the fact that she wasn’t some teenage girl that needed watching over. She was a grown woman for crying out loud! She had no intention of sitting around StoneCrow and being taken care of. No. Way. She was no ‘stay at home and enjoy the lax life’ type of woman, not a do-nothing bitch. She needed to work. Had to work. Otherwise, her bored mind started working overtime, and once that happened she’d find herself in trouble.

    The first six months of her stay at StoneCrow had passed in a whirlwind of activity. Saying good-bye to her sucky old apartment had been cake. She’d gotten settled into her new suite in the main estate house and still marveled every day that such a beautiful place was now her home. Mason had offered to have a cabin built near his behind the main house, but she didn’t want that. No, too much of a good thing and all. Plus, she was still getting used to the idea that she had a brother. A brooding, nosey, overbearing, and mostly grumpy older brother. Thank God for Amanda. Mason’s wife—or Angel as Skin Walkers called them—was the only person who could settle him. When he got too

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