Saturday, October 12, 2013

You're Mine by Shelli Rosewarne @shellirosewarne @KMNbooks @breathlesspress #flashfictionbash

KAREN: Shelli Rosewarne pens paranormal romances and fantasy tales for Breathless Press. For her Flash Fiction tale, You're Mine, the pack leader makes the Big Bad Wolf appear tame, and Scarletta sports a wood-axe instead of a red cloak with hood. My, my what big plans does the pack leader have in store for Scarletta?

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You're Mine by Shelli Rosewarne

Scarletta felt her hand shaking as she pushed back the dark curls that had blown into her face and adjusted the heavy wood-axe strapped across her back. It was a poor weapon against what she faced, but better than being completely unarmed. Her head was held high and she walked with supreme confidence as she entered the clearing. She hoped that none of them could hear the pounding of her heart or see that her knees were knocking beneath the long cloak.
Their leader was instantly recognisable, standing almost a full head above the others and exuding an aura of complete confidence. She had the uncomfortable feeling that his wasn’t faked. Thick dark hair hung in shaggy locks almost to his shoulders, framing a frighteningly masculine face and eyes that burned an odd amber. Abruptly they fixed on her, pinned her to the spot as her breath caught in her throat and it was all she could do not to stumble. It felt as though he was seeing straight inside her, that in that instant he knew everything about her and it was obvious she had no chance.
She drew in a ragged breath and forced her feet to keep moving. She was aware of the others standing, of a low muttering dispersed with terrifying growls but she didn’t dare stop – if she did she was afraid that she would run screaming in the opposite direction. Her feet carried her to the spot in front of him and he rose slowly, fluidly to his feet, towering over her now as she gulped. A lazy smile crossed his face, instead of warming his expression than if anything it made it more dangerous, but against her will she felt a tiny flutter in her stomach. She pushed it down, what the hell was she thinking? She was here for one reason only, and it was doubtful she would make it back in one piece.
“Is there something I can help you with, little one?” the lazy drawl sent a shiver down her spine and for a moment she struggled to answer. “Perhaps you are lost?” she sensed a spark of amusement in his tone and anger gave her the backbone she needed.
“No, I am not lost! You, and your pack here,” she gestured around her, “took an old woman from a cottage on the outskirts of the village. I’m here to get her back.”
For a moment she saw surprise flash across his face, then it was carefully back to the mask. “And what is she to you?” he asked quietly, dangerously.
She debated lying, but he would probably know anyway, “My grandmother.”
He shrugged, and she felt her hackles rise at the cavalier gesture. “If she was taken, she is ours now. What makes you think she is even still alive?”
Her voice was tight. “Is she?”
There was a long pause and just when she thought he wasn’t going to answer he nodded, “For now.”
She closed her eyes briefly in relief. “Please, let her go. She’s an old woman, she hasn’t done anything to deserve being harmed.”
He smiled, and it wasn’t a nice smile. “It is our way, as it has been for generations.”
“People can change though!” she said, desperately, “You don’t need to do something just because that’s how your ancestors did it!”
He gazed at her a long moment and she saw something odd flash in the depths of those amber eyes. A shiver went down her spine, and it was only part fear.
“Even if I did agree with you, the old woman is pack property now. I hold this pack by force and strength. We give nothing away for free.”
She felt panic setting in, “Well, what if it wasn’t for free? What if I gave you something else instead?”
Something dark and dangerous flashed across his face and she took an involuntary step back. He smiled again and this time she saw the tips of his fangs peek out.
“You,” he said.
“Excuse me?” she blinked, her mind refusing to process it.
“That is what I will take in exchange for your grandmother’s safety and release. You will take her place.”
She flinched, but she’d known what she was getting into when she’d come here. Squeezing her eyes shut she forced herself to nod in agreement. A light touch made her jump and as her eyes flew open he tilted her chin with one finger to meet that deep amber gaze.
“I want to hear you say it.” There was a dangerous note in his voice and that gaze held her captive.
“I swear that if you let my grandmother go unharmed that I will take her place.”
He nodded once and released her so quickly that she felt her knees sag. She was vaguely aware of him shouting sharp commands and of the other men scurrying to follow them but she was struggling to focus past the rising terror of her own thoughts. This was how her life was going to end. She was never going to have her own home, or family, or see anything of the world outside of her little village. She knew her grandmother would be furious at the choice she had made, but then she would have done the same thing if the situation had been reversed. Her arm was taken in a hard grip, and she knew who it was by the heat that coursed through her as though as branding her skin. She forced herself to raise her head, meet his gaze. She didn’t want to die as a coward.  
“When are you going to kill me?”
He smiled, “I didn’t say anything about killing you.”
She gazed at him, bewilderment in her eyes and he leaned down, bending over her. His hot breath on her neck sent shivers running through her and his voice dropped until it was barely above a raspy growl.
“You’re mine now.”

The End 
 
About the Book:

Emma needs to find an escaped zombie! With lives on the line, the only person who can help is the man who broke her heart.
Emma Strachan is a professional witch and quite frankly a zombie raising should be all in day's work. Now, though, something has gone horribly wrong and with lives on the line Emma is forced to turn for help to the one person she never wanted to see again.
When Emma Strachan shows up on Garret's doorstep he knows she must be in trouble – after all nothing else would bring her to his door. Still, he never imagined a zombie gone rogue, or that the blazing attraction between them would be as strong as ever.
As Emma and Garret risk their lives to track down the missing zombie can they put aside past insecurities and trust in each other – before it's too late. 
Purchase a copy at: Breathless Press 
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About the Author
Shelli Rosewarne had always had a dream in the back of her head about wanting to be a writer, from the time she was handing in ten page stories at primary school and driving her teachers crazy. However, like with so many things, life and paying the bills got in the way and she worked in various jobs from call centers to shops to offices. She eventually realized that life is too short not to try and follow your dreams, and has since had her first stand alone novella published with Breathless Press, along with several submissions in anthologies, another novel contracted for later in the year and various works in progress in the pipeline. Yup, she's having to pinch herself as well! She currently lives in Edinburgh with her long-suffering fiancé and slightly psycho cat. When not writing she loves reading, music and photography.

You can follow her at:
Twitter - @shellirosewarne

 

13 comments:

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

Hi Shelli!

Thanks for joining the bash. I enjoyed your story. I wasn't sure how it would all play out. Hmm...what does the Big Bad Wolf have in store for her. :)

Rosemary Gemmell said... Best Blogger Tips

Love the story, Shelli - great ending!

Shelli Rosewarne said... Best Blogger Tips

Thanks for having me, Karen. Really glad you enjoyed it, was a little nervous following some of the stories this week :)

Karen Michelle Nutt said... Best Blogger Tips

@Shelli Rosewarne They've all been fantastic-- yours included. :)

Cathy said... Best Blogger Tips

I agree, the stories have been fun to read!

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Katrina Gillian said... Best Blogger Tips

Hi Shelli,

Love werewolf stories. Enjoyed this one.

I also like zombie stories. Yours sounds fantastic.

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I entered the rafflecopter. I use JudgeYourBook for the Twitter info to follow you. :)

Jean MP said... Best Blogger Tips

Loved reading your story, has been fun reading all of these stories.

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bn100 said... Best Blogger Tips

This sounds intriguing

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Celtic Chick said... Best Blogger Tips

I enjoyed this twist on Red Riding Hood. Very sexy wolf. :)

Kelley

Shadow said... Best Blogger Tips

Sounds good!! I love books with paranormal and add in second chance at love, oh yeah! So my type of book! Thanks for sharing!
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Cara Marsi said... Best Blogger Tips

Cool story! Very sexy take on Little Red Riding Hood. I want more!

Theresa Ryder said... Best Blogger Tips

That is one awesome twist on Red Riding Hood. I love it!

Emily said... Best Blogger Tips

I love zombie books, can't wait to read yours!