So… Mad Max: Fury Road? Kick ass movie.
Seriously, an excellent two hours of viewing pleasure. And I'm from the
generation that started the whole Mad Max franchise and this movie blows the
original ones out of the water. Enough said.
Let's see… Teen Wolf. Can't really say much. I'm
sort of waiting to see what happens. This season isn't holding my interest as
much as I'd hoped, but I'll reserve judgment until I've seen more.
But my Friday night
lineup is kicking everything into high gear. Defiance rocks. I'm always kind of stunned by how quickly the
dynamic changes. Same goes with Killjoys.
Only two episodes left before a break and I want more. I have a feeling this
show will eat my brain in the off season. Not a bad thing. Dark Matter turned in a pretty decent episode, but I can honestly
say I'd like tighter writing. First season world building aside, it would be
nice to get a little more information on Two, since we've seen a fair amount on
the others.
The Last Ship is a little over halfway through its second
season and I can't wait to see how things start getting resolved. This is one
of those shows I'm stuck between wanting more and being happy a season is short
and sweet, leaving me time to savor the goodness before a new one starts. LOL
Tonight's post is
from Broken Down and Maxed Out, a novella where my characters are pitted
against each other, but try and hold true to their hearts.
Here's the
mini-blurb:
When Dallas Kirk and Rafe Quinoza, two top agents in the
Ministry of Magic, are broken down and maxed out they turn to each other to
regroup and recharge. But when they reach their saturation point at the same
time, they struggle to keep their connection strong which is difficult when
they blame themselves for a mission gone wrong.
And a preview snippet…
Dallas Kirk entered the sprawling
warehouse. "Nothing like a little B and E to get the adrenaline
flowing." She kept her tone low and relocked the door behind her, using
magick to ward the building.
Nothing would get in or out
without her knowledge.
She did a quick rundown of the
intel she had on Marjam Calla. The ministry file listed him as a nuisance with
the potential to cause disruption with terrorist activities. Marjam had a list
of grievances he wanted to turn into causes, but the man's standoffish and
abrasive personality didn't attract allies. Any like-minded thinkers usually
couldn't stand being in the same room with him for any length of time.
Dallas crept through the
cavernous space littered with carnival paraphernalia. Marjam's main source of
income came during the warmer months when fairs, festivals, and fundraising
events. According to Rafe Quinoza, her partner and life mate, Calla lived in a
set of converted storage rooms along the north wall of the building. She
trusted Rafe's information and followed the west wall along until she spied the
boxlike series of three shipping containers lined up end to end. A few windows
had been cut into the exterior walls and lamplight burned in the closest one.
Success!
She shouldn't have too much
trouble bagging and tagging Marjam. Movement from the east side of the
warehouse caught her attention. A large, burly man emerged from the shadows and
raised his hands, drawing power from her wards.
Shit. Definitely not Calla. The
man barely cleared average height and this guy stood at least six-four. And he
had mercenary for hire written all over him.
The door to Marjam's living space
opened and he stepped out into the dim light of the main floor. He flung his
arms out, tapping into the magical energy surrounding the building. Her work,
her protective barrier, would be turned against her in a matter of moments.
A kick of anger hit Dallas,
followed by a moment of fear. Resolution kicked in.
No backup. Her wards blocking
communication. Trapped and screwed.
Dallas crouched low and braced
for the blast of magick. "Fuck me." When she got out, target in tow,
someone had some serious explaining to do.
The ministry had a security
breach… or Rafe missed a few key details.
Son of a bitch.
Dallas is fun to
write. And whatever put her in the crapper better get out of the way because
she'll definitely mow them down. LOL
That's it for this
week.
Cheers!
Skye
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