NEWS & EVENTS
Hey all, some exciting news. New Bloods 3 is done and up for preorder. It releases Jan 24th 2018. Finally, right?? Don't miss out on this exciting conclusion to Tara's journey. To tide you over, here's a little snippet of chapter one.
A New Day
The voice growls deep in my ear as a light touch against my cheek jolts me awake. A dark shadow hovers above me, blocking my vision. Ignoring the command, I grab the iron shooter strapped at my hip. I ain't sure who it is, but if it's Army I ain't going down without a fight.
As soon as my hand confirms contact with the shooter, I swipe out with my right leg, knocking the shadow's feet out from under it. I roll outta the way as the body hits the ground with an audible grunt of pain. I don't give the person a chance to recover. In a flash I'm on top of them, my shooter pushed under their chin in retaliation.
"Shizen, Tara. It's just me. Get offa me."
The voice strikes a familiar chord, and I squint in the early morning light. Brown eyes stare back at me in alarm. Ben? What the hell is he doing scaring the shite outta me like that?
His hands worm their way between us with his palms up, gesturing surrender and pushing the shooter offa his jaw.
"I swear; I come in peace."
Rolling offa him, I leap nimbly to my feet.
"Are you crazy, boy? Wakin' me up like that? I coulda blown your head off." My voice grows in pitch along with my irritation, and I can hear the others stirring from their blankets around the remains of last evening’s fire.
"What's going on?" Jax’s voice is heavy with sleep. He sits up, scratching at his chin stubble and looking around in puzzlement. His black, spiky hair, unruly at the best of times, seems to stick up in indignant protest at the rude awakening.
"Moron here thought he would wake me up by growlin' in my ear like some fool with a death wish." I glare at Ben lying on his back in the dirt. "What were you thinkin'?"
He sits up, wincing in pain and holding his elbow. "I was thinkin' I would save you from the painful bite of the sandbiter that was crawlin' all over your face like it was stakin' its territory. But now I wish I had just let you be. I shoulda let you get bit."
Seriously? He scared the shite outta me over a sandbiter? I wanna yell at him some more, but just the look of him sitting there so forlorn and rubbing his bruised elbow… well, it tickles my funny bone. He looks so much like the petulant little boy I remember from our childhood that I cain't stay mad anymore. Grinning at him, I hold out a hand and help him to his feet.
"Well, thanks for riskin' your life and savin' me from the sandbiter. My hero."
He tries to scowl at me, all fierce like, but he cain't stay serious. Never could. The impish grin I remember so well replaces the grimace.
"Aye, well, don't say I ain't ever done nuthin' for ya."
I laugh, and he joins in with a loud snort, so I know I’m forgiven.
"Stop making so much noise. What's wrong with you people? It's still barely morning yet." A brown-haired head sticks out from underneath the threadbare blanket. "Honestly, what's a girl gotta do to get some beauty sleep around here?" Belle rolls over onto her side, turning her back to us and snuggles in for another nap.
Still grinning, I make my way to her blanket. Giving it a quick yank, I rip it offa her, and she flips onto her back in protest, glowering up at me.
"What the… give me back my blanket. What the hell is wrong with you, woman?"
"You've had enough beauty sleep. It's mornin'. Besides, if I'm up, so is everybody. You can thank Ben for that." I throw the blanket at him, and it settles squarely over his head.
She scowls at me a bit more before her eyes move to my childhood friend. He don't notice, too busy trying to remove himself from Belle's blanket and cussin' at me. He don't see the heated blush that colors her cheeks, or the way her hand moves to her hair as she sits up, trying to smooth it into place. He's totally oblivious to the look of longing that follows him as he finally untangles himself and moves to our crudely erected firepit. He don't see none of that. The boy is as dense as they come. That, plus the fact he is so besotted by Meela, the Raider leader's daughter, that I'm surprised he even remembers to walk one foot in fronta the other these days.
My heart aches for Belle. I’ve truly gotten to know the girl over these past few weeks, ever since her and her brother, Jonas, helped us escape from Skytown. I ain't the least bit surprised by her confiding in me. She's hankering for Ben something fierce, and he don't have the slightest clue. I wanna shake Ben for his denseness. But I promised her I wouldn't say anything. I'm just gonna have to let it run its course and hope he opens his dull eyes sometime soon.
Jax, muttering something about idiots, joins Ben at the firepit and starts piling on some kindlin'. He ignores Ben's sideways glare at his intrusion. There's still no love lost between the two of 'em, but at least they've settled on an uneasy truce. Ben still ain't forgiven Jax for punching him out after our escape from the Prezedant's estate. And Jax, well, I ain't quite sure. I don't truly know where his dislike for Ben stems from. All I know is they won’t ever be the best of friends.
Why I agreed to 'em both coming with me on this hunting trip, I ain't even sure. I sure as hell don't need or want any of 'em with me. These past four weeks since escaping Skytown have been a hectic whirlwind of events. Ernst and Mack didn't give me much time to get used to the fact of finally meeting my ‘pa’ before they had me working on controlling my Chi. It ain't been easy. And as much as I don’t like Ernst, he knows a lot. So, I listen and learn, because I know that as long as the Prezedant is alive, I’m never gonna know another moment of peace.