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.”
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