Assassin Territory [Assassins Book 1]

by

C.L. Scholey

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ISBN: 978-1-63355-578-5

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Cover Artist: Susan Krupp
Editor: Melanie Billings

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GAME ON!
This is one married couple whose appetites for each other grow ever stronger with each passing year. They thoroughly enjoy discovering new ways to keep the spark alive and thriving. Allowing another couple to share in their fun only seems to increase the possibilities. Keeping the love alive is certainly not a problem for Mac and Jenney, which makes their escapades deliciously fun to read.
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Abri is a strong female heroine. She didn't let deafness de-fine who she is. Raiden is a likeable guy. Why? Even though Abri is deaf, Raiden picked her for his female.
C.L. Scholey has done a terrific job of creating this futuristic romance series. We have action, romance, adventure & mys-tery all in 102 pages.
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For Julie, Seani and my mother, Marilyn.

“It’s a good thing these cameras have zoom lenses. You wouldn’t catch me that close to one of those hulking beasts,” Christy said to her companion. She crouched amidst the brilliant colored foliage, well shielded. The forest was thick with vegetation, though they were well into autumn. Her voice carried barely above a whisper. The first tiny tendril of her breath showed as she spoke. The air was cooler than a week ago.

A man of fifty plus years was squatting next to her and he smiled, then chuckled in the fatherly way she found endearing. Christy wasn’t frightened of the massive animal they were observing, just voicing her opinion. Her long, light brown hair blew into her face and eyes and across her camera lens, coming loose from the ponytail. She batted at it, annoyed, tucking the strands behind an ear and repositioned her camera. A rapid succession of pictures was rifled off at lightning speed.

“They are beautiful,” the man responded, his voice as hushed.

The lumbering Kodiak stood to his full height and scratched long vicious claws at a tree, shredding the bark, marking its territory. The camera was again in action.

“Yes, very beautiful and very deadly, Sam,” Christy replied.

She lowered her camera and gazed at her boss; both were crouched on the balls of their feet. The Kodiak dropped down and rummaged through the forest floor, grunting softly. Sam shifted the branch he was holding back into place, giving the bear its privacy.

“There are more deadly and frightening things out there that walk the earth, Chris. Yet, I agree with you. I’m beyond glad we are way
over here
,” her boss said with an air of teasing mystery.

“Oh, Sam, you are always so melodramatic.”

Her boss chuckled. “And you are way too innocent.”

Christy was innocent in some ways, but she understood evil having witnessed the brutality of another firsthand. Her sheltered world had crashed in on her months ago, turning her into the frightened recluse she was. She hadn’t always been afraid of her own shadow. Out here in the middle of nowhere was perfect for her needs. Christy was afraid of men, except Sam; she was wary of people. Friends turned their backs on you when it was convenient to look the other way. Then again, maybe friends were an illusion in her old world.

Christy and Sam backed away from the massive bear, their soft-soled running shoes making no sound on the muffled carpet of wet leaves on the dense forest floor. Christy placed her camera back into her backpack as they walked along a well-worn animal path. They weren’t far from the large cabin Sam rented, and soon enough were entering the front door, feeling the relief they always felt at returning safely. The area they were in was deep in the far north, hundreds of miles from the nearest civilization. Human population was almost nonexistent. The animals ruled here; it was their domain. It wasn’t uncommon to wake to a moose at their front door, chattering raccoons scurrying across the roof, or a curious bear that ventured forth to gaze into a window. The eerie, yet beautiful song of wolves was their entertainment when darkness settled.

Christy dumped her backpack onto the rustic, solid maple kitchen table and headed for the ancient refrigerator. She removed a bottle of spring water, cracked the lid, and took a long, satisfying swallow. Sam reached around her for an ice cold beer.

“Looking forward to heading home?” Sam asked.

“I’m looking forward to being clean.”

Their cabin possessed a small, serviceable shower; however, Christy had been warned against using soap, perfume, or deodorant while shooting. They didn’t want any of the wildlife attracted to them by curious odors. It would be too dangerous.

“I’m dying to sink into a hot bubble bath and use shampoo and conditioner. My hair’s all full of static, and I’m tired of cotton mouth. I want to use real toothpaste again on my toothbrush. Baking soda and water leaves an awful aftertaste. And don’t get me started on deodorant.”

“What is it with women and cleanliness?” Sam asked, and finished half of his beer in one swig.

“Same as it is with men and beer,” Christy retorted, eyeing him intently. “We’ve just got to have it.”

“All right, I give.” Sam relented, holding out his hands in supplication, smiling.

Christy yawned. It had been a long week. If they were successful, this photo shoot would make a name for her. Her greatest joy was wildlife. Sam had been gracious enough to include her along this time. She knew there were experienced photographers he worked with; offhandedly, he casually mentioned he saw something in Christy that reminded him of himself. She was gifted in her profession. Though not exactly fearless, as she was very cautious, her shots were works of art. She brought life to her still pictures, as though capturing the animal’s spirit or their very soul in timelessness.

“I guess we better get packed up. Howard should be landing to take us back soon, if he hasn’t already,” Sam said. He stretched widely while groaning.

“I suppose,” Christy said, and emitted her own soft sigh.

She glanced with longing around the spacious, though somewhat primitive old cabin. Even though the shoot was technically working, this felt like the first vacation she’d had in months. Photography was her passion, her life. Work was sitting at a desk, doing the laundry or dishes, not taking pictures of beautiful animals. Her gaze flashed toward Sam. She was already feeling a sense of nostalgia.

“You’re good, Chris, one of my best. I know that now.” Sam placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “You’ve proven yourself. We’ll be back, sweetheart, I promise.”

Christy felt her heart light up with gratitude. She’d followed him around all week without hesitation, filled with intrigue as the days went by. She’d trudged after him through the engrossing woods, capturing pictures of bears, wolves, cougars and bobcats. The wildlife magazine contracting them would be more than impressed with their work, she felt certain.

Christy’s face glowed with unveiled gratitude, sparkling at her from a near mirror when she chanced a glance. It was rare for her to smile and she missed the person she was gazing at as though her image was a lost friend. She headed off to her room to pack. There wasn’t much, just enough to fit into a duffel bag. It wasn’t as if they needed clothes for socializing. Christy hadn’t bothered with makeup, and most often, her long hair was held back by a single elastic in a serviceable ponytail. She peered out over the staircase and watched as Sam headed to the fridge and once more cracked open a bottle of beer, the last.

* * * *

“Looking forward to being back in the big city?” Sam asked Christy.

They bounced along the rough terrain in their rented jeep, bursting occasionally through the wayward branches that stretched as though to keep them captive. The only indication of a road was a hint of wheel indentations within the ruts on either side of the vehicle. Christy hung on absently to the handle above her window and the armrest to steady herself.

“No,” she replied, her word tense. There was nothing to go home to. She was an only child, both parents deceased. Not even an aunt or uncle to call her own.

Sam sat quietly beside her, though he cast a sad, sorry glance toward her that spoke volumes. She was already feeling her loneliness. For one brief week she’d had him all to herself. She was by no means attracted to him, and Sam knew that. It was his companionship she coveted, nothing more. At fifty-four he was more of a father figure; he had been for the last six months. The first man she’d let close since Chad. Sam reached out and clasped her hand. She felt her cheeks flush when he laughed at her death grip on the armrest between them as the jeep jumped and rocked.

“We’ll come back,” Sam again promised.

Christy knew the snow would soon be falling. Their return wouldn’t occur until the following year, months away. She would be alone again. She would be forced to return to her lonely apartment, her solitary existence. After her parents’ deaths there was nothing keeping her in her hometown. Her failed relationship with her boyfriend lent urgency to the need to get away. Answering an ad for a photography studio, Christy sold everything and moved, hoping to start fresh. She hadn’t realized the damage her ex had caused, and she was afraid to make friends, afraid to repeat a disastrous relationship. Christy began to harden her heart against the impending loneliness. She gazed out the windshield to the road ahead, becoming lost in her thoughts.

Christy’s emotions closed down, she could feel her eyes shuttering over to keep out rays of self-doubt, filter aloneness. She knew one of the reasons Sam had been hesitant to include her was because of her distant attitude. He commented she was a sweet, skilled young woman, but she couldn’t blame him for being reluctant. After all, who wanted to spend an entire week in seclusion with someone you felt was emotionally constipated and withdrawn?

She knew Sam was surprised as her joy at being included caused animated responses. With his help, she began to crash free from her concrete shell with each picture she took and shared with him. With each sentence spoken, she showed her eagerness for acceptance, and she was so grateful to him for his patience and understanding. Her transformation from a world of emotionless zombies into a world of the emotion-filled living increased. A metamorphosis took place. Her conversations with him were witty and thoughtful, filled with intelligent insight. She was well versed, and though she knew he felt her to be young, at only twenty-three, she was able to articulate on his level. Hope, what she was experiencing was hope. It was eroding with each mile.

The concrete was reconstructed. She had no desire to return to the real world, a world of cruelty and hurtful people. Her enigmatic shield was again in place as they approached the small landing strip that would take them to a larger airstrip in a private chartered plane which was now visible in the distance.