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    Isolated: Evan Arden, #4
    Isolated: Evan Arden, #4
    Isolated: Evan Arden, #4
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    Isolated: Evan Arden, #4

    By Shay Savage

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    An Evan Arden Novella

    Improvise, Adapt, and Overcome. The mantra is good enough for the Marines; it's good enough for me.  Improvise . . . Near the top of the world, I fight for my life against my opponent, Sebastian Stark.  He has the upper hand in strength, but I have the cunning to turn the tables on him.  I battle the elements, my demons, and him until Stark and I manage to strike a deal to ensure freedom for us both—and the women we love.

    Adapt . . . Being alone comes naturally to me.  I've spent most of my life alone.  Sharing my experiences, opening up to another human being, developing a relationship—all these things are foreign to me. Sometimes I wonder if it's even meant to be.

    Overcome . . . I've been away from Lia for far too long, yet I still have commitments I must keep. When I make my way home, I will tell her I have decided to end the life I have led and move on to become the man she needs.  I can overcome my demons; I must.  But will Lia be willing to wait?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherShay Savage
    Release dateMar 8, 2015
    ISBN9780986320316
    Isolated: Evan Arden, #4
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    Shay Savage

    Shay Savage is an independent author from Cincinnati, Ohio, where she lives with her family and a variety of household pets. She is an accomplished public speaker and holds the rank of Distinguished Toastmaster from Toastmasters International. Her hobbies include off-roading in her big, yellow Jeep, science fiction in all forms, and soccer. Savage holds a degree in psychology, and she brings a lot of that knowledge into the characters within her stories.From the author: “It’s my job to make you FEEL. That doesn’t always mean you’ll feel good, but I want my readers to be connected enough to my characters to care.”Savage’s books many books span a wide variety of topics and sub-genres with deeply flawed characters. From cavemen to addicts to hitmen, you’ll find yourself falling for these seemingly irredeemable characters!

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      Isolated - Shay Savage

      Isolated

      Shay Savage

      Copyright © 2015 Shay Savage

      All Rights Reserved

      Cover Design by Mayhem Cover Creations

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      Editing : Chayasara

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems-except in the case of brief excerpts or quotations embodied in review or critical writings without the expressed permission of the author, Shay Savage.

      The characters and events in this book are fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

      Table of Contents

      Dedication

      Author’s Note

      Chapter One—Unexpected Truce

      Chapter Two—Risky Deal

      Chapter Three—Frigid Escape

      Chapter Four—Secretive Travel

      Chapter Five—Completely Alone

      Epilogue—Clear Shot

      Author’s End of Book Notes

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      About the Author

      Dedication

      For the fans of Surviving Raine/Bastian’s Storm and the Evan Arden original trilogy.  You all wanted to know just what happened to Evan afterward, so this story is for you!

      Huge thanks to my team for pushing me along and keeping me on track!  I’d never get anything done without all of you!

      Author’s Note

      Though I try to make each and every one of my stories a stand-alone, sometimes you just need to read the other books first.  This is intended to be read AFTER Bastian’s Storm, and it’s definitely a plus if you have read the entire Evan Arden trilogy first.  That said, I’ve tried to incorporate enough information that you shouldn’t be lost if you haven’t read the other books first, but it’s highly suggested.

      Enjoy!

      Chapter One—Unexpected Truce

      It’s fucking cold.

      My head is spinning, and I can’t focus on anything around me.  Just a few moments ago, I’d fired my assault rifle into rock and snow with the intent of triggering an avalanche.  It was either that or be strangled by Sebastian Stark, the reigning champion of illegal tournament battles to the death.

      The trick had worked, but I’m not so sure I’m in better shape now.

      The avalanche itself has run its course.  Somehow, I’d ended up on top of the snow, painfully pressed against some rocks but not buried.  I can’t explain why, but I’ll take this over being covered in ice.  Stark is presumably buried somewhere underneath the snow.  I find it somewhat ironic that he’ll likely die of suffocation, considering he had been trying to strangle me.

      I breathe frigid air into my lungs and shake my head to clear it.  The movement causes me to scrape my temple on a rock, and I glance down to get my bearings.

      There is rock and ice wrapped around the left half of my body.  My leg and arm are totally buried, and as I try to shift around, I find out very quickly that I’m stuck.  When I try to move my arm at all, shooting pain runs from my neck to my fingertips.  It’s the only way I know my arm is still attached to my body.

      Random thoughts about phantom pains reported by amputees enter my brain, but I choose to ignore them.  When I tense the muscles in my fingers, I can feel the movement.  I’m pretty sure my arm is still attached.

      I can move my leg a little but not enough to get it out from under the rock.  I try to push some of the ice away with my free hand, but I accomplish nothing.  The wind whips around my exposed face, and I realize my facemask is somewhere down below, buried in the snow along with the GPS locator and the camera that might have told someone where I am.

      Maybe I will be found lying here and maybe I won’t.  It’s not a large island, and a helicopter might spot me.  It’s the only chance I have at this point; I can’t free myself.

      Maybe that’s best.

      I close my eyes and rest my head on the rock.  It is far from comfortable, but at least it isn’t sand.  I’d spent months in a hot, sandy hole as a POW, and I prefer anything to that.

      The cold is seeping into me, and I realize hypothermia is going to set in quickly.  I try to recall if that’s considered a good way to go or not, but I can’t remember.

      A good way to go.

      Have I given up?  Am I going to just lie here and let myself die?

      There are no answers to my internal questions.  I’m as cold inside as I am outside.  I can’t deny that it would be easy to just let go.  I’m tired, hungry, and freezing to death.  My Barrett M82 sniper rifle, my pride and joy, was damaged in the fighting, and I was forced to leave it behind so I could move faster.  Without it in my possession, letting myself slip away does have a certain appeal.  At another time in my life, I probably would have done just that.  It’s different now.  Now I have a reason to return home.

      Lia.

      Before she came into my life, I’d only gone through the motions.  I killed because it was my job, but I never felt anything about it.  Not good, not bad.  I like shooting, so there has always been that level of enjoyment about what I did.  The bodies that stacked up in my wake are just a part of that.  Lia gave me a reason to kill—to protect her.

      She also gave me a reason to live.

      It’s so easy for me to picture her face.  Maybe that isn’t unusual for other people, but I never thought about women’s faces.  Even when I was intimate with them, I preferred them face down.  I would give them what they wanted, but I didn’t really care who they were.  There were a couple of exceptions during my life but not many.

      I love to look at Lia’s face when I fuck her.  Or make love.  The term matters more to her than it does to me.  I know how I feel when I’m inside of her.  The sensations are beyond orgasms and the act more than just physical.  It’s peaceful and calming.  It’s centering and relaxing.  I sleep without ominous dreams when she’s with me.

      A slight scraping sound in front of my face brings me out of my thoughts.  At first I think it’s just snow and rock settling, but a moment later, a hand pops out of the snow beside me.  With wide eyes, I stare in disbelief as Sebastian Stark’s gloved hand begins to push the snow around, making a hole.

      The fact that he has survived is surprising enough.  Landing literally two feet from me is simply fantastic.  I watch him push snow around to give himself a wider opening, listen to him take some deep breaths, and then go back to digging himself a hole.  When a handful of snow hits me in the face, I realize I’m still staring at him.

      Slowly and quietly, I reach down my side and grip the butt of the Beretta at my waist.  I unclip it with my thumb and then pull it up close to my chest.  Stark has his head uncovered at this point and is trying to look around a

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