The Olympics are almost over and we'll be back to regular television viewing again. I'm looking forward to my shows being back on the screen.
I thoroughly enjoyed Legends of Tomorrow 's take on Groundhog Day. The end definitely intrigued me. Looking forward to seeing how that plays out.
I finished up another episode of The Punisher and I'm really trying to figure out what's going on with Lewis. I'm not very familiar with the comics versions of Frank's story so I like not having any information to pull from.
Caught several more episodes of Chicago Fire and I'm getting close to the end of season four. Oddly enough, I wasn't all that upset to see Chili go. I did like the reach out to Severide even if that particular thread got rushed.
That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from A Capsized Buccaneer, a novella that works in a super-hero angle with romance.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Kallen Bond, a star athlete certain to lead her team to a championship win, takes a much needed two day excursion aboard a Bertelli luxury yacht before the big game. The Bertelli's sabotage their ship to eliminate Kallen from the competition, but she's saved by Zeb, the family black sheep, and they end up stranded on a remote island with no way home.
And a preview snippet…
Zeb Bertelli stopped short when he arrived to find his family's yacht decorated with sports logos. "What the hell?" He blinked, thinking he might be hallucinating.
After the two-day bender he'd been on, he wouldn't discount the idea.
No such luck. The crew scurried around, setting up tables and stocking the bar. His stomach churned at the thought of alcohol. Or food. The standard aroma of hors d'oeurves wafted from the main deck.
Zeb wanted a bed and a quiet place to dry out before he faced his bastion of relatives again. And he wanted both on the yacht. He didn't care if one of his stupid siblings scheduled an event.
"Ha. Maybe I should tell them I want the Bertie Blue and they can have everything else."
No better way to simplify life than to hop a ship and sail the hell away.
Clutching his stomach with one hand, he started up the gangplank. He'd stumble belowdecks and crash in his stateroom. A "Do Not Disturb" sign should keep partygoers out.
Edging along the bulkhead, he made his way to the lowest portion of the ship. "Finally. Relief." Two more doors down and bliss would be his.
Entering his room, he fumbled for the door tag, one of his brother's better ideas, and hooked it on the knob. The sight of the freshly made bed almost brought tears to Zeb's eyes.
Ambling toward the welcome comfort, he sighed. "Bless you, Martina." His knees hit the edge of the mattress and he tumbled forward, sinking into the soft cushiony heaven.
He considered grabbing a shower but the gentle rocking of the yacht soothed his roiling stomach and pounding head. The sandalwood and eucalyptus scented sheets and fluffy duvet held him captive. Martina's soft touch again. She always had like Zeb best and went out of her way to keep his stateroom stocked and ready for his use.
His last thought before passing out centered on making sure the head housekeeper got a hefty raise in the near future.
Thoroughly enjoying putting the pieces together with this story. Zeb's shallowness is fun to get started with and watching him grow into his true nature is pretty cool.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
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