10 Ways to Survive the Territories courtesy of an old timer from Tip of the Spear + Giveaway

10 Ways to Survive the Territories
courtesy of an old timer from Tip of the Spear

  1. Rumor has it those legendary Amazon women are real. Find an Amazon and stick close. They’re good at killing, and men rarely see women as dangerous anymore, not when they’re too busy trying to find a willing bed partner.
  2. Avoid the blood trees when bleeding. Once the branches get a taste of blood, they don’t stop until they drain a body. (I’ve seen it happen, and it ain’t pretty.)
  3. Whatever you do, don’t screw with the land. Don’t chop down trees, blast rock, or dig for anything deeper than a crap hole unless you have the papers to okay it. The United Territorials (the law) will skin you, burn you, hang you, then leave you there for the birds to peck apart.
  4. If you need a good man to track for you, contact Hinto Dakota. He’s mean but fair, and he never misses a skip. It’s odd how good he is.
  5. If you need a good woman, hit up Kitty House. It’s a decent whorehouse in Four Corners Territory with the best looking girls. Check out Dee Ann for a spell.
  6. Avoid the city of Morrow if you want to live. The McKenzies are bastards, and they take whatever they want. Murder, theft, rape, it’s all good according to Gregor McKenzie.  And don’t get me started on his older brother, Butch.
  7. If you see some weird looking women, ones stacked with muscles and whose faces have flowers inked onto them, go the other way. These women have a tendency to kill first and ask questions later. Oh, and if you see a girl named Thais, let her know Pilar means to kill her dead. Yep, dead.
  8. Vores are carnivorous horses, and they’re a lot smarter than you think. Piss one off and he might eat you where you stand, clothes and all.
  9. If you’re a female, do yourself a favor and get a Protectorate. Three or more husbands is a good thing, especially if you’re having to pass through Temeco Territory. Those boys down there are god-awful crazy.
  10. Lastly, steer clear of the Impact Zone. After the sky rocks hit, the things in that place aren’t human or animal anymore. They’re just wrong. And for heaven’s sake, don’t ever let on if you’re a touch unnatural yourself. The United Territorials will kill you soon as look at you.

For a glimpse of the New West in the Territories, check out this blurb and excerpt from Tip of the Spear. One lucky commenter will win a copy in Kindle format!

Welcome to the New West, where the Nature Laws dictate who lives and dies by the way they treat the land, carnivorous horses and blood trees are accepted mutations courtesy of the sky rocks, and the Impact Zone separates the earth-friendly territories of the West from a more sophisticated, steam-powered East. Women are rare commodities, living in extended families with more than one husband, and children are a necessity in a world where sterility is often the norm. Life is full of challenge, romance and adventure. Something one courageous, wounded Amazon will find out firsthand.

 

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“I’m not your friend. But if you want a fight, I’ll happily give it to you.”

She spoke with an odd accent. To his surprise, up close, Hinto couldn’t see her as a male at all. That the others did attested to her height, her leanness, and the clothing that hid all but her eyes from view.

“You’re everywhere you shouldn’t be today, aren’t you?” he drawled. 

She didn’t give him an answer, not that he thought she would. Instead, she nailed Hank in the balls and slammed her fist into one wrangler’s neck. He fell to the ground next to Hank, gasping for breath. 

His friends roared their displeasure. One of them managed a punch that grazed off her arm as she turned and crouched low with a leg sweep that took his friend off his feet.

Hinto grabbed her other attacker and knocked him out cold. He turned to help her with the one on the ground and saw her calmly tying the man’s hands together with his own belt. Hinto waited until she finished. “Not bad. Your hat’s falling, though, and your bandana’s too low to hide that smooth chin of yours. How do you keep the hat on, anyway?”

She ignored him and stood. When she tried to walk away, he cut her off and intercepted the fist meant for his throat. Her eyes widened.

“I like your moves, but I’ve seen them before.” She met his stare, her green gaze bright beneath the brim of her hat. “Damn, honey, you’re pretty,” he whispered, conscious of the men around them and the fact that she dressed to disguise her sex. 

Pretty didn’t come close to describing her, but it was all he could manage. Green eyes dominated a face full of character and strength. High cheekbones, a slim nose and stubborn jaw hinted at control issues. Her full lips remained flat, though a rosy flush told him she wasn’t immune to his study. As he looked at the rest of her, his body responded. How could it not? Despite the vest hiding her chest, this close, he could see the faint swell of her breasts against the denim underneath. She had a slender build, but no one fragile could take down the Appersons or these louts. She stood only a few inches shorter than his own formidable height. Were he to lean down, their lips would meet at the perfect angle…

She pushed away from him so suddenly she freed herself from his hold. She stepped back and continued to stand in silence, watching him without expression. After a few moments, she frowned, and her lips parted. He envisioned her on her knees, her mouth open to receive him, and he had trouble stifling a groan of pure need. 

“What? Don’t tell me you’re too scared to talk?” he asked in a thick voice, captivated by the sweet femininity he could almost taste, wrapped in such a tough package. He’d seen a few women who could handle themselves, but none of them had been this fine. Or smelled so damned good. When the breeze blew, he caught a faint flowery smell, one he couldn’t identify, but one that seemed to encapsulate the woman before him. Pleasing, not overpowering, and addictive.

“I don’t suppose you’d like to thank me for helping you by meeting me at Kitty’s?” The cathouse rented rooms as well as provided services for paying clientele.

“Kitty’s?”  

Definitely new to town. “Kitty House is a whorehouse, a fine one, with a red awning over the front porch.” Unlike Delware’s, Kitty didn’t advertise by forcing her women to hang out the windows and flaunt themselves half-dressed. 

She blushed a bright red and focused on his mouth. “I have need of Kitty House.” She licked her lips, and he wanted to shout out thanks to his maker. 

“You do?” He’d expected a refusal from this one. Not much shocked him, but this woman continued to surprise him. “Well, hell, follow me.”

He walked with a spring in his step, contemplating all the ways he planned to slake this sudden lust. The fatigue weighing him down seemed to have all but vanished. Conscious of her behind him, he wondered about her name, where she was from, what brought her here. 

And then she walked around him to enter Kitty’s and requested a private audience with the madam. 

“What the hell?” He walked in after her and saw DeeDee lounging in the blue room. Shit. He didn’t want to upset her, but he couldn’t possibly ignore the opportunity to slide between the thighs of this intriguing woman. He couldn’t explain his urgent need to possess her, but until he rid himself of it, he’d get no peace. He tried to follow her into the madam’s private quarters. 

She stopped right in front of him and turned around with an irritated expression on her face. “Why do you follow me?”

“Honey, you said you needed Kitty’s. And I sure as hell need you.” He glanced down at himself, pleased when she followed his gaze and stared, her eyes growing wider by the moment.

“I—I do not need you. I need Kitty.” 

Shocked anew, he watched her enter at Kitty’s invitation. Kitty shook her head and grinned. She winked, throwing brown ringlets in waves around her painted face before she closed and locked the door behind them.

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  • Alicia

    Ha! He should have known it wouldn’t be that easy. Now I just want to know what was going on – excerpts really are evil!

    Thanks for sharing though 🙂

    –Alicia
    dmr8888 at yahoo dot com

  • Mary Preston

    I loved the tips thank you, particularly #7. The excerpt did it’s job, I want more.

    marypres(AT)gmail(DOT)com

  • bn100

    Nice excerpt and tips.

    bn100candg(at)hotmail(dot)com

  • Thanks, everyone. It’s a really fun story, and I can’t wait to write Luiza’s story in book two. 🙂

  • bn100

    Nice excerpt.