Contemporary/Dystopian Romance
Date Published: March
29, 2014
In a world ravaged by the plague women have
become a new form of currency. Bartered, traded, and abused they suffer under
tyranny. One woman dared to be different.
Devon Brown spent the past eight years
operating under the guise of being a male. The daughter of a Forest Ranger, she
peddled her skills as she moves from town to town. This time her luck
runs out when she’s discovered, and brought in to the leaders of the town, Cain
and Cole Hart. Instead of being ejected, the attractive males, with the
dangerous aura opt to keep her.
This is her story of what happened after
the world burned.
EXCERPT
Devon Brown walked the perimeter of the
dust laden gas station with broken windows and a sagging red awning. On the
outskirts of town, the gray building went unnoticed by most in the town.
Traffic this far away from the revived area they lived and worked in remained
scarce, and she took making her way here every time. Three months into this new
place, she fit in well. She didn’t want to upset the balance she’d found. Her
eyes scanned the barren landscape. The chilly air carried the promise of
winter. Frost formed in the mornings. It wouldn’t be long before they saw their
first snow and this treks would become more difficult.
Her mind shifted to her new housemate,
David. Due to his presence she hadn’t risked a full bath in a week. Hiding her
secret got tricky with the young boy with hero worship dogging her every step.
Privacy disappeared in this new society where the main goal was to live. Still,
she enjoyed the jovial brunette. In his early twenties, he’d adjusted to life
after the plague ten years prior a lot easier than those who’d had a lifetime
of normalcy. His optimistic countenance presented a pleasant change from the
doom and gloom, survival of the fittest jungle the world had become.
As on only child she’d lost her entire
family when her folks fell victim to the mysterious strain of flu that crept
into the population and never left. The supped up version of the Influenza took
millions to their graves, and tossed the world into chaos. Raised on the good
book, she’d thought it’d been the end of days. If only I’d been
so lucky.
Satisfied the integrity of the place held,
she walked over to the bathroom door. The door creaked from disuse and she
stepped inside, swiftly shutting the door behind her. A huge sigh of relief
escaped her lungs, and she locked the door. For a short time, the burden of
pretending to be something she wasn’t lifted off her drooping shoulders. The
daughter of a Forest Ranger she knew how to survive. So, when women became the
new currency she’d lopped off her shoulder length black locks, lowered her
voice and peddled her skills as Devon Brown, the man.
She removed her book bag off her shoulders,
placed it on the ground, and pulled out her necessary items, placing them on
the counter she’d personally cleansed weeks ago. Prepped, she shrugged out of
her flannel and stripped down to her underwear, bra and bindings. When her
Double D’s became a feature that could endanger her freedom she’d said goodbye
to femininity. She unwrapped the ace bandage and sucked in a deep breath
of freedom. The uncomfortable feeling of being held tight never fully
dissipated. Clad in skivvies, she turned on the faucet full force and
picked up a bar of homemade soap and washcloth.
She plunged her hand beneath the icy
spray and built up a lather, flinching when she ran the soapy cloth over her
torso. Her teeth chattered as she rinsed the material out and moved down her
legs, saving her private area for last. Sure, a vagina didn’t shrink a penis,
but the chill damn near burned. She pushed down the tighty whiteys she’d
pilfered from the store, and ran the soft cloth across her center. The
door swung open in mid swipe with a loud bang. Blinding light flooded the dimly
light room.
Her jaw dropped and her mind short
circuited, refusing to process properly. Micah filled the door frame with his broad
shoulders. A villainous smirk spread across his thin lips. The lust
visible in his dark blue eyes made her stomach lurch.
“I knew there was something off about
you.”
She yanked up her underwear. He gave
her a slow one over. Her skin crawled. The man rubbed her the wrong way. Rough,
crude, and manipulative, Micah screamed untrustworthy.
“What are you going to do?” She
covered her breasts and shifted her weight, taking an aggressive stance. If she
had to go down, it’d be fighting.
“Honey you know what I’m going to do.” An
evil sneer twisted his Cupid ’s bow lips into something evil. “But I’ll be
kinder than most, and keep you for myself instead of sharing you around. Pussy
is power, and yours is untapped.”
She balled her fists. “I have rights, and
I’m an asset. Not like the others.”
He laughed. “Won’t matter, Now put your
clothes on. Don’t want to get jumped for my new pieces of ass before I can take
it out for a spin. We’re going to see the Harts.”
Her panic spiked. Cole and Cain ran the
tiny town with an iron fist. After they accepted her into their fold, and
placed her in charge of overseeing water purification, she did everything
possible to gain their trust, and stay well under their radar. The chiseled
faced, hard bodied brothers were straight shooters. They didn’t stand for
deceit, cheating, or withholding. Ex bar owners with numerous run-ins with the
law, the two possessed a dangerous edge that made her tread lightly. Her knees
wobbled, and she leaned against the sink to stay upright. The cool porcelain
grounded her. Brought her back to reality.
“I’d leave you to change, but I know how
wily you are, and let’s face it. I’m enjoying the view. It’s been a long time
since I saw a woman as good looking as you. No bruises, dead eyes, or
sloppiness.” He licked his lips. “We’re going to have fun. I never had a
chocolate cupcake before. Do you have a creamy center?” His boots thudded
against the faded white tiles as he stalked over and paused a few inches
away.
“You look so soft.” He trailed a finger
down her face, and she jerked turning her face from his caress.
“Don’t touch me.” She barred her
teeth.
“Time to get acclimated to it, sweetheart.”
He moved his hand to grip her breast, and she smacked it away.
“Nothing’s been decided, and I swear to
you. If you try to claim me, it’ll be the last thing you do.” I
didn’t fight tooth and nail all this time to end up some sex toy to this
sadistic fuck.
“It’s the new world order. Your opinions
don’t matter for shit, sweetheart.”
“I live by my own set of rules.” She
balled her hands into fists, drawing strength from her anger.
“Maybe when you were thought to be a man.”
“Always.” She narrowed her eyes.
“We’ll see.”
She huffed, and pulled on her clothing,
head held high. After starring death in the face, she’d be damned if she fell
to pieces over this spineless piece of maggot shit.
About the Author:
Told once ‘You have to be an
author, then you’re craziness becomes eccentrics’, Shyla Colt has always been
in love with the written word and possessed a desire to write. Named after
Super Girl in the comics, she often mistakes her mortality for super hero status.
So, she holds many hats, Mother, Marine Wife, and writer are her top three.
Writing allows her to explore new venues, face her demons, and touch others. A
huge practitioner of paying it forward, and putting in what you want to get
out, she hopes to inspire, enlighten, move, and entertain you with her work.
Mixing humor, drama, and strong women, often with a paranormal element, she
continues to soldier ahead in the writing field. One of her favorite things is
talking to fans. If you’d like to learn more or just drop a line, please check
her out at http://www.shylacolt.com.
or email at
sassy3134@gmail.com.
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