Sunday Snippet: Oracle's Apprentice

Whew. It's been a week. I won't comment on the political spectrum at the moment but it's mentally draining to say the least. The good news is I got a couple of projects finished up and I'm taking that as a win because of the whole brain drain.

Our weather last week was very fall-like and I thoroughly enjoyed it. We're back to higher temperatures again but that's pretty typical. We definitely need some rain. I'd even take a nasty thunderstorm to get some at this point.

As mentioned, I finished up two projects and have a small break before the next one begins. I'm taking advantage to dive deeper into a couple of my manuscripts. It's fun to revisit what I've already completed.

Had a decent viewing week. Even if a little distracted. I made it through my usual stable of shows for the most part. Did not get to either backburner shows.

Started with Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. One of my favorite episodes for Jack and Phryne chemistry. I also love how deep of a hole Hugh digs for himself.

Began a rewatch of a favorite comfort show with Foyle's War. It's been years since I've seen any of the episodes and I'm looking forward to diving back into this show.

Caught another Death in Paradise and I have to say I love Darlene so much. Her interactions with Patterson blew me away. The mystery ended up being pretty interesting also. Kind of a heartbreaking moment with Wilson but I think there's more to the story of his mom's death.

Enjoyed another episode of Poirot. Fun to see the FBI show up to work with Japp and very fun to see Hastings think fast on his feet when creating a diversion for Poirot.

Elementary had a very interesting episode. I'm so intrigued by Moreland's journey this season. I haven't quite figured out if he's genuine or not and I kind of feel like he's not completely sure either, which I like. A lot.

Watched another episode of Batman Beyond and it's one I have vague memories of, mainly because it was a fun episode. Nice to see Howard back also.

Finished the first season finale of Lower Decks and after a rough start rather enjoyed the episode. And it left off with enough of a what just happened vibe that I'm interested in season two. My one hope is Mariner won't annoy me so much in season two. We'll see what happens.

Still hoping to get season two of Reacher underway this week. A lot will depend on what the work calendar ends up looking like. I have two client Zoom meetings and have no idea how long either will last.

That's it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Oracle's Apprentice, a novella that brings a couple back together when a precognitive dreams spells disaster.

Here's the miniblurb:

When Opal Cantell, an oracle's apprentice, has a precognitive dream about an impending attack on the fae glade, no one believes her—not the oracle, the elders, or the council. Link Novak is the only one to take her seriously and the duo works together to stop a gnome uprising before it starts.

And a preview snippet…

Opal Cantrell slapped her hand on the table. "I'm telling you my dream is precognitive. The gnomes are planning an uprising." Why wouldn't the oracle believe her?

Justina Eldrich shook her head. "Opal, you've been training and observing, learning and studying very hard for the past six months. It's understandable you'd have what you think is a precognitive dream. You're living and breathing the oracle tenets of prophecy, divination, forewarning, and vision quests." She paused a moment and gave Opal a commiserating glance. "But you haven't moved into soothsaying, interpretation, or reading outcomes yet. You're getting ahead of yourself." She settled back in her chair and picked up her mug of tea.

Opal bit back a scream of frustration. "Madam Eldrich, I'm not trying to be disrespectful when I say this, but I know my dream is real. I feel it all the way to the marrow of my bones. Didn't you say that's a sign the energy is pure?" How could she make the head oracle believe her?

Justina pursed her lips and took a long moment before responding. "Opal, I think you might be confusing pure energy with the excitement and anticipation of being my apprentice." She lifted a shoulder. "You're not quite at the level of being able to discern the difference between the two." Setting her mug down, she leaned forward. "There haven't been any signs that the gnomes are disgruntled or unhappy with their status in the glade." Reaching out, she patted Opal's hand.

Opal's shoulders slumped. "I guess you're right. Thank you for seeing me." She resisted the urge to yank her hand away but got to her feet and gave the older woman a nod. "I'll return on Monday for our regular studies." With as much dignity as possible, she made her way to the door and exited the oracle's abode.

When she reached the end of the walk, she gave rein to her temper and silently raged at the skies. Everything in her screamed the dream she had pointed to a dangerous and savage uprising … but her mentor didn't believe her.

Trudging toward her small cottage, she had one continuous thought. "I know I'm right. This will not end well." For any of them.

This story is just getting started and I'm so excited to see where it goes.

 

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Only When They Blink

September is starting off with a bang. And crazy busy. Also a full blood moon, which is always fun to see.

Spent all day Saturday in Hocking Hills with a group of cousins on my mom's side of the family. We have so much fun when we get together. We're already planning the third annual gathering for next year.

I finished up two work projects this week and made progress on two more. I have a new one starting this week also. Possibly two. I'm hoping the due dates are a little more staggered.

Had an okay viewing week. I made it almost all the way through my usual slate of shows with the exception of Lower Decks. I started it but need to finish it up. It's the first season finale so there seems to be a lot going on.

Started with Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries and it's one I really enjoyed on my original run through. Always fun to see Dot stand up for not only herself but others.

Finished up season four of Madame Blanc Mysteries. Very happy to see Jean and Dom work through their issues. Loved how Dom proposed and how everyone knew they were meant to be together.

Caught another episode of Death in Paradise. I'm interested in where things will go with Selwyn. The new officer is going to be fun. I love the vibe he has. DI Wilson might or might not grow on me.

Enjoyed another episode of Poirot. The entire trip to the coast just to hear good things instead of bad from Japp is such a Poirot thing to do. And the side plot with Lemon was fun.

Elementary had an interesting case along with an interesting side case. I like how Moreland reached out to Joan, and she figured things out with what's going on with him. And I love that she told Sherlock. Also really thrilled Sherlock met the character on the autism spectrum at her level, seemingly with care and patience.

Watched another episode of Batman Beyond and I didn't remember much of this one. Ended up quite enjoying it.

Started the Lower Decks episode. I do enjoy how many easter eggs are in this show. Mentions of other characters and episodes from all the various series are so much fun.

I didn't get to start season two of Reacher. I'm hoping I have the time this week, but I'm not going to rush in. I like to be able to focus on this show.

Also didn't get to finish up the Peak Practice episode I started, but I'll get back to it soon.

That's it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Only When They Blink, a twist on the Princess and the Pea story.

Here's the miniblurb:

Hale Easterson has fae blood running in his veins, but he won't follow the family old school traditions and mate by the designated age. He escapes to his private lake house to find an unconscious Winter Sorn, a beautiful woman, sprawled on his doorstep and realizes he may not be able to avoid what destiny has in store.

And a preview snippet…

Winter tossed and turned, agitating aching muscles. Swirling images floated in her mind. Curled up on the floor, booted feet kicking at her. A harrowing escape after being thrown from a moving car. Cold ground under her hands and knees. Collapsing on wooden steps … so close to a beckoning light.

Her eyes snapped open, and a strangled gasp struggled up from her chest. "No!" She tried to sit up, but agony tore through her body.

A warm hand nudged her back down. "Hey. Stay still. You're hurt." The voice filled the quiet room.

She angled her head toward the sound. "Where am I?" Her throat hurt and she remembered Butchie's palm wrapped around her neck right before he shoved her out the door.

And swallowing dirt when she landed. She coughed, still tasting the earthy remnants.

A cup of water appeared in front of her and a hand clasped her shoulder helping her to sit up. "You're in a safe place. No one knows you're here." The glass touched her lips.

She swallowed the cool liquid in several gulps then cleared her throat. "Thank you." She finally looked up and blinked at the visage before her.

A man with dark hair that brushed his shoulders sat beside the bed. A red T-shirt fit snugly across his chest, and his jeans were well worn and hugged his thighs. His green eyes were directly assessing her, narrowed in their perusal.

His chin lifted. "Huh. They are blue." He set the cup aside on a nightstand.

She frowned. What did the color of her eyes have to do with anything? And why could she not get comfortable in this bed?

The man spoke again. "You have a large bump on the back of your head. You're bruised and banged up." His lips flattened to a thin line. "And someone kicked the shit out of you to the point they drew blood. I cleaned and dressed the wound for now." He held her gaze for a long moment. "I don't know who the hell you pissed off or if they're looking for you, but for the moment, you've got some breathing room." He leaned back in the chair. "Wanna tell me how you ended up on my doorstep?" His brows arched.

She really didn't. But she owed him a debt of gratitude for taking her in. Even if the bed he put her in added to her discomfort.

Smoothing her hands over the blanket covering her, she gave him the short version. "I ended up here because I got thrown out of a moving car by the two men who did this to me. They're not the ones I pissed off. That would be … actually, I don't know who it is, but he owns the Black Stiletto." Her eyes closed when a dull throb started in her temples. "The good news is I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm dead." No doubt Martin and Butchie would tell him that anyway.

The man frowned again. "That's the good news?"

Winter's lips twisted. "It is if it means they're not going to be looking for me." She still wanted to find out who held the reins of power.

The tilted his head to one side. "Fair point." He got to his feet. "You should get some rest. I'll check on you in four hours. I'd like the swelling to go down a little more before you take anything for the pain." He started for the door.

Winter didn't think she'd be able to rest, but she'd try. "Thank you, again … uh … I don't even know your name…" Or anything else about him for that matter.

Her rescuer flashed a smile. "Name's Hale. Call out if you need anything."

Winter turned his name over in her mind then nodded. "Hale. I'm Winter." She pulled the blanket up over her and snuggled into the bed.

And still couldn't get comfortable.

I'm adding a few small twists to the original tale and having so much fun while doing it.

 

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: One of These Things

Geez, August has been a brutal month. The last week in particular. Not sure why, but I struggled hard, couldn't stay focused, and generally feel like I didn't get anything accomplished. Bleh.

Weirdly, the weather has been amazing. We need rain in a big way, but the temperatures were mild, which is a blessing. Actually had to break out a jacket and leggings because it got chilly at night.

Work projects are in a weird state of flux. I have a lot on my plate, and I hopped around multiple projects because of the aforementioned struggle to stay focused. I really hope I can get back on task this week.

I didn't get to watch the season two opener of Reacher, but I did make it through most of my regular shows. The first week of September is a chaos monster so I'm not sure if I'll get to make it through my regular slate of shows. Fingers crossed.

I did start the week with Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries and enjoyed the rewatch. Always fun when Phryne and company go on trips.

Caught another episode of Madame Blanc Mysteries. I liked the mystery and my heart broke for Dom and Jean. But Jean was spot on with telling Dom he might not be ready to be a couple.

Watched the opening to season fourteen Death in Paradise. Still not sure if I'm down with the new guy. He might grow on me, and I do like how Naomi and Darlene hold their own with him.

Enjoyed another episode of Poirot. Very fun to see him solve the mystery while not leaving his apartment. And I do think he quite loves to put Hastings in horribly embarrassing positions.

Caught another episode of Elementary. I really like it when Joan and Sherlock team up to help their extended group. Detective Bell's dilemma being resolved ended up being a lot of fun.

Watched another episode of Batman Beyond. I didn't fully remember this one, so I enjoyed getting reacquainted with it.

The episode of Lower Decks I watched is hopefully a turning point. Mariner makes me absolutely bonkers, which I'm pretty sure is the whole point. Here's hoping she can dial it back about ten clicks and I can finally settle in and like the character.

I did almost make it through an episode of Peak Practice that I started a couple of weeks ago. Sam is headed for a very bad place, which makes sense since his run is almost finished. Hoping to get the rest of the episode watched this week.

That's it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from One of These Things, a novella that puts a spin on the ugly duckling story.

Here's the miniblurb:

Tanis Watts comes of age in the human world but discovers she has fae abilities. When she's caught between warring factions, she falls in with the wrong side and barely escapes with her life. Seeking sanctuary, she lands on Falco Corsair's doorstep and runs headfirst into her destiny.

And a preview snippet…

Tanis remained silent until her rescuer led her through a hidden access point in the main wall of the estate. "Now that we're clear, let me thank you and suggest you get as far away from here as possible." She glanced over her shoulder. "Do you have any idea how big the steaming pile is you just stepped in?" Especially for saving her.

The guy gave a terse nod. "I was you five years ago, so yeah, I've got a pretty solid picture of the shitstorm I've unleashed." He nodded toward the card she still held clasped between her fingers. "Go to Innispoint. They'll grant sanctuary." He shrugged. "At least they did for me."

Tanis turned the small rectangle over in her hand. "You're a member of the White then?" The Light Keepers—counterpoint to the Dark Guard—kept a residence at Innispoint.

The man snorted. "Not likely. As a midliner, I'm neutral. But when I got rescued, I made a promise to help whenever I got the call." He met her gaze. "I got the call for you."

Tanis frowned. "Who contacted you?" She didn't know many of the White brethren, and definitely no one who would care if she lived or died.

The guy huffed out a breath. "Just a voice on the phone. That's it." He turned and started to make his way through a thicket of underbrush.

Tanis scrambled to catch up. "Look, I appreciate the help, but I'm serious when I say you need to lay low. Better yet, take a vacation somewhere that isn't here."

The man grunted. "Yeah, I'll think about it."

Tanis hesitated a moment. "What's your name?" Maybe that would give her a clue about who wanted her alive.

His eyes narrowed a little. "Brevan Hollis. And no offense, but I hope you'll forget you ever saw me." He lifted his chin and darted forward, pulling brambles and briars in his wake.

Tanis tucked the card into her pocket. "Thanks again, Brevan. Here's hoping I don't find your name in the death herald anytime soon." She ducked low and carefully made her way toward the river.

From there she'd pick up the path that led to Innispoint and hopefully get some answers.

"Why would anyone from the White save me?"

I'm pleased with how this story is coming together. Tanis is not going to be thrilled when she discovers why she's been saved.

 

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: On the Circuit

Man, I can't believe August is almost over. It's been a chaotic month between work, unexpected challenges, and other factors crowding each other out for attention. Geez. Between the road construction everywhere, my car needing a new alternator, and the dogs needing their check-ups but unable to go because of the car issue … yeah, wild week.

I did have a solid work week. I finished up some projects and started new ones. I got a surprise turnaround that happened a lot sooner than I expected. I'm filling September and some of October, which is great.

Had a pretty good viewing week. I made it through my regular shows and finished up one of my back burners. I get to start the second season this week!

Watched an episode of Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries and enjoyed the rewatch. Again, this show is such a comfort view for me.

Enjoyed another episode of Madame Blanc Mysteries. I've got a weird feeling all isn't great between Dom and Jean, and that makes me a little sad. I loved the split mysteries even if Gloria's dad irritates the crap out of me. So much fun watching the team take down the con artists.

Caught the holiday episode for season fourteen of Death in Paradise. Not sure if I like the new guy, especially since he, like the actor who played Neville, has already been featured on the show. We'll see how it goes.

Watched another episode of Poirot and ended up enjoying more than I thought I would. It's fun to see Hastings get a moment to shine.

Elementary had a very fun episode. Thoroughly enjoyed Sherlock going head-to-head with the imposter. Also quite liked Joan and her stepdad's interactions.

Caught another Batman Beyond and it's one I didn't remember much, but I ended up enjoying.

Enjoyed another episode of Lower Decks. One thing I absolutely love about the show is the theme song. I know. Weird. But it's actually perfect for the show.

Finally, I watched the season one finale of Reacher, and it did not disappoint. I'm very satisfied with the season overall. I'm thrilled Picard ended up being part of the counterfeiting ring because there's no other explanation for how Charlie and Roscoe were found. Also loved that Paul ended up not being dead. Basically, the first season rocked. And … great to finally see adult Joe, but I didn't quite get the whole brothers looking so much alike thing as grown-ups. The flashbacks to their childhood, I definitely saw how they could be mixed up. I would really, really like to find out why the brothers hadn't talked much. Who knows, maybe season two will have more on that.

That's pretty much if for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from On the Circuit, a novella that combines the thrill of rodeos with dragons.

Here's the miniblurb:

The popularity of breaking dragons on the rodeo trail lures Reggie Pitch to test her mettle as a bullfighter. She works her way up from green recruit and tries out for the big show with Dwight Merlyn as her trainer, which proves intimidating because not only is he attractive as hell, he's a third-generation handler and his family breeds the rankest, meanest beasts on the circuit

And a preview snippet…

Reggie took a moment to scan the dim interior of the bar and spotted Dwight headed her way. "Damn, he cleans up nice." Without the face paint, the angles and planes of his face created a fine visage.

He nodded when he reached her side. "Grab a table?" He tilted his head toward a cozy corner one.

Reggie lifted her chin. "Sure." She didn't trust herself to say more … not yet.

Without Sam acting as a barrier, she questioned her offer to buy Dwight a drink. The wild attraction she had for him could get out of hand. She didn't want to jeopardize her move up to the big show events.

Dwight settled in the seat perpendicular to hers. "In case it needs saying, you're on the roster. I made it official during the award presentations. The family welcomes you to the team." He signaled for a server.

Reggie grinned. "Thank you. Definitely makes up for the shitty start to the night." She paused and gave her order to the pretty waitress. "And I'm buying his first round."

Dwight tipped his chin upward. "Usual for me." He waited for the staff member to leave then directed his attention to Reggie. "I should be buying. To celebrate your move up to the big show."

Reggie shrugged. "Next time. After I sign the contract." Bold to make the assumption he'd want there to be a next time.

Dwight's lips curved. "That'll work even if it seems unfair to make you pay after everything that went down earlier." He kicked back in his chair. "Mind if I ask how you ended up with Nordstrom?" His head tilted to one side.

Reggie winced. "Met him when I worked in the diner over in Tempest." She paused when the server returned with their drinks. "I went to all the rodeos. Loved the thrill of watching the events. Sam came in one night, and he'd remembered me as a regular at the venue." She rolled a shoulder. "We hooked up and when he made the move up to the next level, he asked if I wanted to ride along." She shook her head. "I don't regret leaving with him, and he wasn't always so heavy-handed." Her mouth twisted. "That started when I got opportunities from the event managers. Women bullfighters aren't common, and I drew attention." Which Sam loved at first because some of that shine rubbed off on him.

Until it didn't anymore.

Reggie met Dwight's gaze. "But we were good for a while … then we weren't." She really didn't want to talk about Sam. "Can we talk about something else? Like you maybe?" Her lips curved in a half-smile.

Dwight snorted. "Not much you don't know about me. My story is common knowledge."

Reggie waved a hand. "Yeah, yeah. Third gen fighter and wrangler. The brochure face for the Merlyn clan." She put her forearms on the table and leaned in. "What happens behind the scenes?" During training, Dwight proved to be tight-lipped about his family's dragon stock program.

Dwight shrugged. "The usual family drama. I mean, for the most part, we all get along. But we also have our own roles and talents. Mine happens to be bullfighting and training others to do the work to our standard." He dipped his chin. "As you know, not everyone makes the grade."

True. She started her training with four other people and two didn't make the cut. So far, she'd been the only one to move up to the big show.

Dwight drained half of his ale. "What drew you to bullfighting?" He leaned in closer, mimicking her pose with his forearms on the table.

Reggie chuckled. "Honestly? I kind of stumbled into it." She leaned back, getting comfortable to tell the story. "Several months after I left with Sam, one of the local venues was one person shy of having enough fighters to meet the required number to put on the event. They needed someone—anyone—in a hurry." Her fingers traced a circle on the table. "Sam asked if I wanted to volunteer." She looked up and met Dwight's gaze. "I did and fell in love with the work."

Dwight's eyes widened. ""You had zero training for your first experience with dragons? That's dangerous." His tone held a note of disbelief.

Reggie laughed. "Yeah, I know that now." She shook her head. "Thankfully, I seem to have an aptitude for not getting trampled."

Dwight braced his shoulders on the back of the chair. "That's seriously amazing." He held her gaze. "Actually, no, you're pretty amazing." His eyes went dark and sexy. "You proved that out there tonight."

Reggie's breath caught. "Means a lot to hear that coming from you, especially with your background." She swallowed the unexpected lump in her throat. "You took my raw ability and tempered it into bankable talent. I can't thank you enough for that." Or for the opportunity to stand on her own…

Dwight leaned forward again and grasped her hand. "No thanks necessary. You have skill. I just gave you the tools and knowledge to use it." His thumb brushed over her skin.

Reggie's nerve endings crackled to life. "What happens now?" She didn't elaborate … she didn't need to.

Dwight's lips curved in a wolflike smile. "Whatever you want. I'm interested. But if you want to take some time to move on from Sam, I'd get it."

Reggie finished her drink in one long gulp. "Don't need time." She got to her feet, keeping hold of his palm. "Your cabin or mine?" Using her free hand, she placed a few bills on the table.

Dwight rose. "Whichever is closer…"

I'm having so much fun writing this story. Reggie finally hit the big time, and she's not going to waste the opportunity in or out of the arena.

 

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: On Ice

Whew. Very long week of scorching temperatures and tinder-dry conditions. We need some rain in a big way. Also, the end of my street is closed, which is kind of inconvenient but not terrible. It's the height of construction season and it shows with multiple road projects going on.

Super busy week with work projects and shifting my schedule around a little. I'm very happy to have a full calendar even when it overwhelms me a little.

School starts this week and I'm excited for my husband, who really enjoys interacting with the students, teachers, and staff. Looking forward to hearing how his first week goes with the kids coming back.

Had a decent viewing week. Made it most of the way through my shows, including one of my back-burner ones. It also looks like a few of my faves are getting ready to return to my streamers.

Started season two of Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries and enjoyed all the newcomers. Jack's former wife and his father-in-law along with Dottie's sister. Phryne doing a fan dance also ended up being fun.

Enjoyed the mystery on Madame Blanc Mysteries. Kind of fun having John back but I'm hoping it's not going to be a lot of him. Also wondering if there are some cracks in Jean and Dom's relationship. I'll be a little sad if there are.

Finished up season thirteen of Death in Paradise. I'm oddly sad to say goodbye to Neville. But I'm really thrilled he's leaving with Florence. A fitting end for the character.

Watched another episode of Poirot and quite enjoyed the mystery. Having the ongoing Monopoly game going throughout the episode was fun.

Elementary ended up being very interesting. Having Sherlock working with Moreland ended up being entertaining and I'm very interested and wary of why Moreland is really in New York. That ending hinted that all may not be what it seems, which isn't that surprising. I hope it gives Joan the chance to kick ass on Sherlock's behalf.

Caught another episode of Batman Beyond and loved how Terry and Max teamed up to handle Curare. This was a great episode.

Lower Decks once again charmed and annoyed me. That's the running theme for this show. That said, I enjoy it enough to definitely keep watching.

Got most of an episode of Reacher viewed. It's the penultimate ep so I'm paying close attention to the details. Because … details matter. Just saying.

Peak Practice is hopefully back on target for this week. I started a new episode but didn't get all the way through.

That's it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from On Ice, a novella that puts a couple on opposing sides of a conflict and one pushes the other a little too far.

Here's the miniblurb:

A battle is brewing between opposing magical factions and Paley Knoff and Birk Southampton are charged with readying their troops. Paley thinks Birk is taking the threat too seriously and when he ignores her in favor of adding more training, she pushes him a little too far, leaving him no choice but to put her on ice until she remembers who's in charge.

And a preview snippet…

Birk turned the water on to let it warm up and watched Paley shed her clothes.

This part of being partners in work and life they did well. The rest? Yeah, the rest needed some major work. The woman drove him around the bend with her contradictory and contrary methodology. And, lately, they'd had a hard time coming to terms about anything work related, which started to spill over their personal life.

But a little stress relief … might help. His gaze wandered from her painted toenails up to her toned thighs then over the flare of her hips. Maybe they should just stay naked all the time. His lips quirked and he glanced up to meet her gaze.

She arched a brow. "Better keep up. You're a bit overdressed." She reached forward and popped the button of his dungarees.

Birk took her hint and yanked his shirt off then dropped his pants. "All caught up." Nudging her toward the shower, he ducked in behind her.

Paley let the water sluice over her head and down her body. She moved around behind Birk and gave him room to step under the spray. He bent his head, the water raining down and over his back. Paley's hands gripped his shoulders, then smoothed down his spine and around either side of his waist. Her fingers found his hard length and curled around it.

Tension drained from his body. Between the hot water raining down over him and Paley's nimble handiwork, he could almost forget the huge task in front of them. And for the rest of the night, he would.

Angling to one side of the stall, he turned toward Paley and drew her closer. His mouth met hers and his hands cupped her ass. She moaned low in her throat, showing her patience wearing thin. Bracing his shoulders against the wall, he slid down a little then urged her to straddle his thighs.

Paley didn't break the kiss when she draped her legs over his and slid over his cock in one smooth glide downward. Her warm heat surrounded him, and he relaxed, shedding another layer of stress and turmoil. Paley's lips ghosted along his jawline, a hot breath fanning against his ear, and her hips rocked steadily back and forth.

Digging her fingers into his biceps, she increased the pace and arched her back, bringing her breasts into contact with his chest. Birk skimmed his hands along her sides then brushed his thumbs over her hardened nipples. Paley sucked in a breath before snaring his mouth with hers again.

The stall filled with steam and the sound of low moans and panting bursts of air coming from both of them. Birk flexed his thighs, driving upward to meet the roll of her hips. The added friction sent Paley over the edge, and she shuddered through an orgasm. Birk followed quickly behind, finding his release buried deep inside her.

Paley slid gently from his lap and ducked under the spray. Birk eased in behind her and they rinsed off together. She cut the water, cracked the door open, and reached for a towel. Birk took the fluffy material and wrapped it around her then grabbed one for himself. She turned toward him and rested her head on his shoulder.

Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he traced a water droplet from her temple to her chin. "We definitely needed that." Easing away from her, he nodded toward the bedroom. "Round two in five?"

Paley's lips quirked. "I'm down with that."

Ahhhh, the calm before the storm. Birk and Paley will be butting heads in the very near future.

 

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Old Wounds

The first full week of August kind of flew by. We had a power outage and mobile phone outage on the same night, which made for a long six hours. Also kind of weird since there wasn't a storm or anything that would be a normal reason for the loss.

Very busy week with work projects and September is looking like another busy month. I'm definitely not complaining. I miss having dedicated writing time, but I also squeeze that in whenever I can.

The school year starts next week, which means the husband will be at his new position in the elementary school. He truly wishes he'd had this job thirty years ago. I can't blame him. He drove almost an hour each way for twenty-plus years. The schools in our district are all less than five miles away and the elementary school is three blocks from our house.

Had my daughter home for several days this week and we had a great time catching up. She even had me cut her hair, which turned out really well. Always love it when she asks me to help with stuff like that.

Had a solid viewing week and made it through my whole slate of shows, including my two back-burner ones. Not sure what the upcoming week will bring but hoping to keep on target.

Started the week with Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries and finished up the first season. Can't wait to start season two. Another one of my favorite episodes is coming up.

Caught another Madame Blanc Mysteries and really enjoyed the twisty turns in this one. This season is shaping up to be a lot of fun. I like Charlie and Simone so it's good to see them again.

Watched another episode of Death in Paradise and it's the penultimate episode before the season thirteen finale. So great to have Florence back, even if only for a brief time. Looking forward to the finale.

Enjoyed an episode of Poirot. This one was a lot of fun, especially having Poirot sneaking into a house and getting caught. And spending a night in jail to boot!

Caught an episode of Elementary and very much enjoyed Sherlock figuring out Alfredo needed some support. The mystery ended up being pretty interesting also.

Watched another episode of Batman Beyond and it's one I remembered. Always fun to see Bruce and Barbara spar, and I loved Terry trusting Bruce to help him.

Lower Decks again charmed and annoyed me. I've come to kind of accept that's how this show is going to be for me. I did really like the teamwork in this one.

Finished up the episode of Peak Practice from last week and even started the new episode. Have to finish it this week.

Finally, Reacher. Man. This show. I truly get the hype around it. So many revelations. Finlay. Yeah, didn't see that one coming. Explains a lot. Roscoe. Badass. Seriously. I'm on the fence with Charlie's admission about Hubbel. I think there's more to the story there. And Reacher having the light-bulb moment with the last-standing professor was excellent. Here's hoping she stays alive. Can't wait to watch the next episode!

That's it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Old Wounds, a novella that explores what one member of a couple is willing to do to support the other.

Here's the miniblurb:

When Abbot Isley's father lies near death, Nixie Grimm is willing to open old wounds to help him cope. Taking a trip down memory lane is not her favorite thing, but Abbot's steadfast support triggers a healing process she didn't know she needed and lets her move forward—with Abbot.

And a preview snippet…

Abbot loved Nixie. She cut to the chase without being nasty. He didn't have the cranial fortitude to go a full round with Barton. Punching the other man in the face ranked at the top of Abbot's list right now.

Wence lifted his chin. "We're trying, Abbot. I've called in the best."

Finally, some good news.

Abbot gave a nod. "Does that mean Kira is on board?" Kira Landry topped the list as the most talented among them.

She wove intricate spells and her knowledge of magickal healing rivaled Barton's entire team. Abbot had a deep well of respect for her even if she often disagreed with the council's methods of ruling the realm.

Barton glanced away. "Well, no. We didn't think Isaac would appreciate having his arch nemesis and leading detractor trying to heal him." His gaze snapped back to Abbot.

Abbot waved a hand. "I don't care. Get her in." He looked toward Nixie who gave a nod. "I'm confident Kira will put their differences aside and help." He paused a moment. "Honestly? She's probably my dad's only chance." He wouldn't share why he chose to be so adamant … but Kira and his father love each other deeply.

They were often at odds when it came to mage politics, but she'd move and use whatever she has at her disposal to make sure Isaac lived.

Wence opened his mouth to argue, but Nixie held up a hand and jerked her head back and forth. "Don't. You said yourself you're trying, and you called in the best. If you haven't called Kira, you have not called in the best."

Barton's face flamed red. "Abbot, why would you want her here? She's so…" He trailed off, either unwilling or unable to finish his thought.

Abbot didn't have that problem. "She's unconventional. Is that it? Nothing you've done has worked so far. She won't be afraid to dig in and solve the problem."

Wence tsked. "I won't have her meddling. She can't just come in here—"

Abbot cut him off. "Yes. She can. You can take your best and get out. Now."

Barton backpedaled. "Now, Abbot. Hold on a second here."

Nixie stepped between the men. "You heard him." She angled her head around. "I'll make the call. Go be with your dad." She grasped Barton's elbow and yanked him toward the door.

Abbot heaved a sigh. He'd be lost without Nix right now.

I'm rather happy with how this story is coming together. Two strong characters offering comfort or a swift kick is fun to write.

 

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Numb

Whew. Ended up being a long week between work, home, and other projects. The biggest and best one is helping my daughter edit her final paper for her master's degree. I'm so proud of her!

I made a small dent in the great cleanout project. Didn't get a lot accomplished but made a bit of progress, which I'll take.

Finished up two work projects and continued on with two more. I have another two in flux and two new ones coming sometime this week. Excited to stay busy!

Pretty good week for viewing. I got through my full round of shows and finished up one from last week. I'm still working on one of the others.

Started with Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries and it was one of my favorite episodes. I love a good masquerade or costume party.

Caught another episode of Madame Blanc Mysteries and enjoyed Gloria and Nick working together. Hope to see more of that in future episodes.

Enjoyed an episode of Death in Paradise. The run-up to Neville leaving is turning out to be a lot of fun. And always good to see Dwayne back. Looking forward to the next episode.

Finished up the two-part Poirot and loved how the resolution came together. I like it when the infallible Poirot gets off on the wrong track for a bit.

Watched another episode of Elementary and quite enjoyed the mystery. Also enjoyed Joan handling her detractor and Sherlock acting as the support system afterward.

Enjoyed an episode of Batman Beyond. I remembered this one from my original watch. A lot of fun.

Caught an episode of Lower Decks and, again, ended up being equally charmed and annoyed. I think that's my standard for this show.

Finished up the Reacher episode from last week and wow. Gotta say I didn't see the ending coming, which is always a good thing. Hoping I can get a full episode in this week.

Almost finished an episode of Peak Practice. Things are getting very messy in the relationship departments for everyone, and Sam, whew, what a huge pile he's getting ready to step into.

That's pretty much it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Numb, a novella where a couple has to face a huge challenge without losing sight of each other.

Here's the miniblurb:

Cyan Fitch and Theron Dibney have a great relationship—hot sex, rock solid friendship, and mutual respect. When a mostly lethal virus tears through their community, the couple works side by side to help as many as possible, but it takes a toll. They can't quite get comfortably numb while they face the devastating losses and neither is willing to bend for fear they'll break.

And a preview snippet…

Cyan Fitch stood with a shoulder braced on the door jamb to her mother's lab. "Hey, Mom. You've been here for three days. You might want to take a break." Not that she would because their fae brethren were dropping like stars in the sky.

Ciara arched her brows then pointed to a book. "Get that, will you. And no, I'm not taking a break. I've got to figure this out." She grabbed two tomes and set them beside the one Cyan retrieved.

Cyan took a seat on the stool at the worktable. "No luck yet, I take it?" Her mom had the distracted look she always got when answers were just out of reach.

Ciara shook her head. "Not yet. I have a thread to pull and might be able to trace the origin of this damn virus."

A mostly lethal strain. One that didn't act like a normal virus that could be treated with spells or concoctions. The ratio of the dead to the survivors had widened each of the past six weeks.

Ciara paused after opening all three books. "I could use your help getting the afflicted to various hostels in a centralized location so they can maybe be treated and cured." Her lips thinned to a flat line. "Or die with dignity." She shook her head and turned to find another resource.

Cyan couldn't say no … not when her mom rarely asked for help. "I can do that. I'll start with Werther's and when that's filled, I'll move on to Shasta House." The two hostels had the most beds, and both owners were amiable and owed Ciara more than a few favors.

Ciara nodded. "Plan on finding at least two more." She bookmarked a section and moved to one of the other books. "Work with Theron. You shouldn't try to go it alone on this."

The suggestion didn't sting like it once might have. Cyan learned a while ago that being a solo act didn't always get things done, and she worked well with Theron Dibney.

Even when they often got caught up in pushing boundaries and crossing lines between work and personal lives.

Cyan lifted her chin. "All right. What do you plan to do?" If she needed Cyan to gather everyone together, Ciara had a reason.

Her mom gave Cyan a grim smile. "Consult the dark arts because nothing else has worked."

Theron entered at that moment. "You'll have a fight on your hands. The council will deal harshly with you if they find out." He nodded to Cyan and sat on the stool next to hers.

No doubt her mom sent for him. Probably before Cyan even agreed to work with him.

Ciara grunted. "They can do whatever they deem necessary … after I figure out how to stop this." She paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. "What I'm going to say goes no further." She met and held Theron's gaze then Cyan's.

Both silently agreed to her stipulation.

Ciara lowered her voice. "I'm solidly convinced the council is at the root of everything. I'm just not sure how yet."

Theron jerked his head back. "You think they unleashed the virus?" His tone incredulous, he stiffened.

Ciara gave a quick head shake. "Probably not … but I do think the responsibility will land at their feet." She flipped through several pages and frowned.

Cyan narrowed her eyes. "That means revenge, retaliation, or remonstration." Which had seriously nasty undertones.

Theron lifted one shoulder. "Not like they haven't made enemies … especially in the last decade." His stance relaxed with some relief.

Ciara turned and pulled down two more books. "They've had a chokehold on the population and aren't keen to change the status quo." She sent a hard look over her shoulder. "And resentment is strong out there."

Cyan slid off the stool. "So is stagnation. I can't wrap my head around someone or a group of someones having the power to unleash something on this level." Then again, change often came in the most unexpected ways.

Theron got to his feet. "What's the plan for us?" He shifted his gaze between Cyan and Ciara.

Cyan motioned for him to follow her. "I'll brief you on the way…"

So far, this story is going the way I hoped with a few small surprises. Can't wait to finish it up and see how it ends.

 

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye