An Introduction to Lady Blade

For those of you who don't know me, yet, let me introduce myself.

My name is Lady Blade.  And no, I'm not a Lord Figther, though I do collect swords and knives as a hobby.

I've been writing Female Dominant works now for almost 10 years...

Ok, wow.  Erm, give me just a moment for that to sink in...

Alright, there we go.  *clears throat*  I'm back.

Sorry about that.  It just came as a bit of a shock that my first work, Mansion of Slaves released in 2003.

I've since published five others with Reneissance Ebooks.  All of which can be found here:  https://sizzlereditions.com/our-authors/a-b/lady-blades-sizzler-editions-ebooks/

The latest of which were BDSM, Inc and Awakenings.  Awakenings is Book 1 in a new series called Blood In the Moon.  It introduces you to My version of Werewolves and will continue for several more.  At this point, I have Book 2 almost finished with at least 2 more planned after that.

Anyway, that's just a brief blip about myself.  I will post more as time goes by.  For now though, I'll give you just a brief excerpt from my latest, Awakenings...

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A trig cracked, jerking him out of his thoughts.  Dillon swung around, crouching low, drawing the big .44 Auto-Mag into his hand without thinking.  He got a steady bead on the area of the sound, waiting patiently for whoever was there to show themselves. 

Roses drifted on the air and he jerked in surprise.

 “I don’t know who you are, but sneaking up on people is a very bad idea,” he called out.  “especially when it’s me.”

Her voice sounded raw, guttural, almost like a growl.  “Y-you need to leave.”

He searched the shadows for her location.  He put command in his voice, firm and unflinching. “Can’t do that lady, I think it would be best if you left the area.  Now!” 

“I-I can’t,” she whispered. 

The two words were strangled, hoarse with just a tiny tremor.  A shadow moved and he trained the weapon on it, sure and steady.  “I don’t want to shoot you, but I will if you leave me no choice.”

“Y-you need t-to g-go,” she said again.  “I-I won’t be in c-control m-much l-longer.”

He paused, perplexed, lowering the weapon ever so slightly.  The full moon was just rising over the lake, covering everything with an eerie glow.  She stepped from around the tree and he trained the sights on her chest.  “Don’t move.”

Her fingers worked, clenching into fists.  They shook visibly and her chest heaved in and out like she was having trouble getting air.  “Y-you need…t-to g-go,”

“I can’t do that.  Now, what do you want?”

She growled again, the sound rumbling and intense on the air.  Her eyes glowed, but he couldn’t be sure if it was caused by the moonlight or something more.  She jumped, springing high into the air.  Dillon’s finger reacted before his brain and the .44 boomed in his hand.

She twisted in mid-air.  A soft whimper came from her throat when she hit the ground and lay still.

“Son of a bitch!”  He holstered the weapon, rose from his crouch and moved next to her.  His heart ached, clenching in his chest inexplicably as he reached for her still form.

She rolled away, coming to her feet again, lips pulled back in a nasty looking snarl.  She panted, chest heaving in and out.  Blood pooled just over her breast, turning her white t-shirt dark.

“Son of a bitch!” he cursed again.  He backpedaled, drawing his weapon.  “Lady,” he warned, getting another bead on her. 

The back door of the cabin slammed open.  Cody barreled down the grass.  “Dillon!”

He ignored his partner, keeping eye contact with the woman.  “Lady, don’t move,” he warned again. 

She ignored him, charging forward with another deep, growling snarl. 

Cody’s nine boomed. 

She twisted slightly but didn’t fall a second time. 

Despite the ache in his heart, he pulled the trigger, hitting her square between the eyes.

Her head flipped back, stopping her in mid-charge.

The most amazing thing happened next.  Her head came up, the rumbling growl in her chest deepened and she smiled a feral, crazed smile…

She titled her head slowly, the smile widening on her face, the growl getting louder.  Her hands unclenched and her fingers began to elongate.  Short hairs sprouted on her arms and she lifted her head toward the night sky.  A long, pain filled howl split the air.

“Dillon!” Cody shouted again, sliding to a stop next to him.  His nine trained on the woman and both of them stood there watching.

Bones cracked, sinew and muscle popped.  Her face went from a thing of beauty to a hideous monstrosity.  Her nose and chin slid outwards, her teeth dipped and twisted, reforming along the new snout, gleaming brightly in the moonlight.  The yellow glow in her eyes intensified, narrowing at them as hair sprouted through the pours of her skin. 

Her arms rotated and snapped, the muscles pulsating as they doubled in mass.  Her ribs caved inward, crackling loudly as they reformed into a hard looking plate of bone. Her breasts flattened, shrinking beneath the new bone.  Her thighs tripled in size, sprouting the same golden brown hairs that covered the rest of her. 

Another howl ripped from her throat, sending the hairs on the back of his neck upright.  Within moments of the first shot, a completely new threat stood before them.  Deadly teeth gleamed with saliva, long claws sparkled in the moonlight and it was a good eight feet tall!

It charged again, howling loudly…

Dillon’s finger reacted before he could give it an order, squeezing down rapidly on the hair trigger of the big weapon.  Six shots ripped across the air, each impacting the creature dead center in its chest.  He didn’t have time for shock, that would come later he knew.  Right then he was running on instinct. 

Cody’s 9mm joined in. 

The creature stopped, looking down at its chest.  It was still upright, still a monumental threat and both he and Cody began reloading.  It lifted its long head giving off an anguished howl.

Dillon lifted the big .44, centered it and pulled the trigger a second time.  The rounds peppered the creature’s upper body sending tufts of hair, skin and blood into the air.  It twisted away, howling as Cody’s 9mm once more joined his. 

The shots rang in his ears…

Boom…boom…boom…boom…

Over and over his finger squeezed the trigger, dealing with the threat just as he’d been trained to.  His emotions were gone; there was no caring, no thought, just reaction. 

He emptied his second clip, flipping the eject lever with a thumb and reached for a third.  The creature charged, head down, saliva dripping, fangs bared, growling low and deep in its chest.  Arms the size of two by fours swung out, catching them both mid-chest. 

He flew through the air, landing hard seconds later.  He rolled as much as he could.  Scrambling back to his feet, he trained the weapon on the creature just in time to see Cody dangling from its large claw.

“Holy shit,” he breathed out.  It moved fast, faster than was humanly possible, but then again, it…no, she, wasn’t human.  She was something more; something that shouldn’t exist.  He hesitated to pull the trigger again.  She’d taken at least 20 bullets so far and it obviously hadn’t phazed her in the slightest.

Cody croaked, dangling a good six inches off the ground, clawing at the creatures forearm with little effect.  

His finger eased down on the trigger, sites lined up with the back of her head when the most unexpected thing happened.  As quickly as her change and the attack had happened, it seemed to end.

She dropped Cody.  Just like that and if he hadn’t seen it with his very own eyes, he’d never have believed it.  Her chest heaved in and out, hard.  Her hand dropped to the side and the wide shoulders hunched.  It weaved on its feet, turning unsteadily in his direction.  She stumbled and Dillon centered the sights between her eyes. 

“Don’t make me kill you,” he said tightly.

For just a moment the glowing yellow of her eyes changed again, becoming the golden-green he remembered from their first meeting.  A tiny whimper echoed off the trees before she turned and loped off into the forest.

“Holy fuck,” Cody breathed, sitting up from the ground.  “What the hell was that?”

He holstered the weapon, moving to his side.  He didn’t know if she’d be back, but it was better not to take chances.  How she’d gotten past the claymores he didn’t know.  There were more weapons inside and having some heavier artillery just in case she did return would make him feel a hell of a lot better.  “I don’t know, but we’d best get inside.  You hurt?”

Cody shook his head, rubbing a hand over his throat.  “Did I see what I think I just saw?  That was the girl from the city, wasn’t it?”

“It was,” Dillon said.  “She just appeared out of nowhere.  She was normal at first.”

Cody coughed a couple of times, rising shakily to his feet.  He scooped the 9mm up off the grass and gave it a quick once over.  “Yeah normal my ass,”

“Yeah.  Come on, we’ll need bigger weapons to go after it.”

Cody’s hand reached up and dragged him to a stop at the base of the stairs.  “You’re not serious.  That thing took 20 shots, at least.  News flash buddy, it’s still walking.”

“I know,” He agreed again.  “This means that it’s going to take a hell of a lot more to bring it down than a 9 millimeter and a .44 Auto-Mag my friend.”