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.
Cheers!
Skye
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