Great news! Killjoys and Dark Matter will both have a second season. I'm doing my happy
chair dance right now. LOL
The Last Ship appears to have delivered my greatest wish,
but… I may have hoped too soon. I have a feeling a different foe will prove
more formidable than those who will remain nameless for now. LOL I can't wait
for tonight's episode!
I got to watch the
season four trailer for Arrow and
ohhhh… can't wait for October to get here. Looking forward to The Flash and Agent Carter, also.
Syfy has a couple
of shows I'm going to try, but eh, their slate isn't what I'd hoped it would
be. Maybe I'll be surprised, who knows.
Tonight's post is
from Lost in Translation, the opening
book to The Crystal Shard Brotherhood series.
Here's the
mini-blurb:
A body dumped outside a fortress. A scroll
located in twelve different locations. A trap sprung. But the Brethren are too
smart to take the bait. Jackson Alexander and Jacey Durham have to turn the
tables on the nemesis trying to dismantle the Crystal Shard Brotherhood.
And a preview
snippet…
Cold.
No.
Frigid. Effing. Cold.
She couldn't seem to get warm.
Everything hazy, Jacey Durham
instinctively knew it would hurt to move. Hell, it hurt to inhale right now.
The cold air burned, stealing her breath.
Outside.
But where? How? And why?
She tried to draw air into her
lungs and choked on it.
Keep
it shallow, Jace. Gotta have air… just nice and slow.
Taking mental stock, she quickly
surmised she'd have to move, find shelter or freeze to death.
But, holy goddess it would hurt
like a bitch. Her muscles felt taut, tight, battered and bruised. Her insides
ached. Her head throbbed and pounded… even her eyelids hurt.
Had she been beaten? Or worse?
What the hell had happened?
At least she lay on her side. But
of course, the wind whipped along her spine, making the snow swirl and sting
against the exposed skin along her waistband. But she wouldn't have as far to
move to stand.
Good goddess, she didn't want to
attempt it.
She could lay there a little
longer, right?
Maybe until she could remember
something?
Phone
call.
She recalled the ringing but
couldn't remember if she'd answered or not. And it hurt to think. Intensified
the rapid fire drum beat staccatoing in her head.
Too much. Jacey felt the pull,
the call of bliss unconsciousness would bring.
Dammit. She just couldn't fight
it.
I'm looking forward
to seeing how this one plays out. The first book is close to being complete,
but I have to plot out the others and get started on them. Can't wait!
That's it for this
week.
Cheers!
Skye
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