August 3, 2014
Another long week, but at least some great TV to ease the stress. Currently watching The Last Ship, which continues to keep me entertained. The new season of Doctor Who starts in a few weeks and my fingers are crossed. Really not sure I'm going to like Twelve.
Getting ready to start season two of La Femme Nikita, probably when I completely fell in love with the show. I'm also still loving Defiance and can't wait to see where the season ends.
New and pics from Comic Con made my week. The casts from Orphan Black, Sons of Anarchy, and Arrow were super awesome and shared tons of stuff. I so enjoy it when the actors love what they do and give lots to their fans.
Tonight's post is from Quelling Hunger, a novella where my main characters are in a big pinch.
Here's the tagline:
When a storm destroys the food warehouses in the city, Rita Steed and Fletch Lancaster are tasked with keeping the peace while half-rations are necessary until the rooftop gardens can produce more crops. Heading up the sector patrol, neither is certain they can maintain the status quo when quelling hunger seems to be impossible.
And a preview snippet…
Rita pushed a combatant into the holding cell and slammed the door closed. "Forty-eight hours and you'll be released." She sighed. "If you would just follow the damned ration plan for a few more weeks, you'll have more than enough when the new crops are harvested." She shook her head. "Raining lightning down on the line won't get you any more than you're due."
The prisoner sneered. "Maybe not, but I would've received it sooner."
Rita spun and exited the holding area before she zapped him with a firestorm. Weary of the constant skirmishes over half-rations, Rita stomped down the corridor, up the stairs and mentally dared anyone to get in her way. Her co-workers got the message and steered clear. When she finally made it to the temporary staff quarters, she paused outside the door and took a deep, cleansing breath. She twisted the knob and entered the old infirmary, then pushed the heavy curtain aside to the tiny alcove she called home for the moment. The scent of soap and sage hit her nose and she smiled for the first time in hours.
Fletch angled his head around, his hair still damp from a shower, and lifted a brow. "Wow. Rough day?" He helped her remove her jacket and undid the buttons of her shirt.
She rolled her eyes. "You have no idea." Shrugging out of the shirt, she turned so he could unfasten her bra. "I'm at the point where I'm ready to tell people to just shoot me and chow down. I can't stand this bullshit anymore." She let the lingerie fall to the floor and turned to face Fletch.
He blinked then snorted. "Cripes, Rita. That's not funny." His fingers popped the button on her jeans and he helped her wriggle the denim past her hips. "And you can't say it out loud. Someone will be stupid enough to take you up on it."
She kicked the pants aside and reached for a towel. "You're right, and all over half-rations. Can you imagine if we had to drop down to quarter shares?" She shook her head and made her way to the shower area, switching the water on and letting it warm.
Fletch shuddered. "No. The ugly stuff we're dealing with now would escalate to epic horror." He pushed her gently under the water, taking her towel and draping it over the metal rack. "But enough shop talk. Finish your shower and we'll relax over our single entrée." He pulled the plastic barrier, more to keep the water from spraying everywhere than to provide privacy.
She leaned her head against the wall and let the water wash away the tension of the day. A little food and a lot of wine would definitely chase the stress away. And if no one else did anything insanely idiotic, she and Fletch might just ease more pressure with some fantastic sex.
If she didn't fall asleep under the steaming spray.
Rita is character who appreciates the simpler things in life. :D
That's it for this week.