Hiya!
Imagine my
embarrassment when I realized the Arrow
midseason finale actually happened this past Wednesday instead of last week?
LOL Oh well, one great thing came out of it…I got a new ep of Arrow and it was
AWESOME!! And if the CW doesn't make Flash
(or whatever they end up calling it) a series in the very near future, I'm
gonna wonder where their brains are. LOL
Shifting gears (pun
intended), Sons of Anarchy completely
messed with my head. As mentioned, Kurt Sutter rarely goes where I think he
will, and he had me going right until the last act of the episode. I pretty
much stood up and yelled at the TV, then prayed for someone else's death… which
didn't happen, dammit. But in retrospect, I'm actually sort of glad. I now know
exactly how I want the final scene of SOA
to play out… and if I don't get it, well, Sutter certainly won't give a hang,
but I'll be sorely disappointed. I'm at a place with the show where retribution
HAS to happen or I'll pretty much feel like it wasn't work seven years of my
life. :D
Okay, enough about
television this week, more to come about Sleepy
Hollow and other shows soon. Tonight's post is from Hot Target, a novella with
a wicked mesmer mage wreaking havoc on the hero and heroine.
Here's the tagline:
Yates and Baylor work undercover for the fae council. They
make a great team, but rarely see eye to eye. When their magical brethren start
dropping like flies, one of them must become a hot target. Yates decides he'll
do it… Baylor's a better shot.
And a preview snippet…
"Look, Bay, I'm the logical
choice." Yates rolled over and propped his head on his hand.
Baylor shook her head. "No
deal, Yates. This mesmer mage has it out for me. I should be the target."
She faced him, frustrated he wouldn't see her point. "Hell, I am the
target. Why not make myself available and draw him out?"
Yates gave her a grim smile.
"Because he doesn't want you yet." He draped his free arm over her
waist. "Think about it. He killed two of your closest friends. If I put
myself in his line of sight, he won't be able to resist coming after me."
Baylor closed her eyes and
counted to five, resisting the urge to shout and yell. Yates very effectively
countered her biggest argument. She could dance naked on Wiley's bed and he'd
probably laugh instead of trying to kill her. But he had the arrogance to make
an attempt to hurt her where she'd feel it the most. By taking out the one guy
who actually got her.
"Because it'll hit me where
I live if he gets to you." Her eyes narrowed. "But he won't
succeed."
Yates leaned in, brushing his
lips over hers. "No, he won't. We bait the trap and keep the op team small—maybe
Snipe and Richcreek—then bag the bastard."
Baylor nudged Yates backwards
then angled around, lifting her leg up and over his torso to straddle his hips.
"And put an end to the carnage once and for all." She scooched down a
little, wiggling her butt, a wide smile crossing her face when Yates responded
by getting hard.
He grasped her thighs. "Bay,
you might just be the death of me." His hands skimmed up her sides then
over the cup her breasts.
She rose up and sank down over
his length. "Maybe, but better me than Wiley Ledbetter."
Nothing like great
sex before heading out to plan mayhem, right?
That's it for this
week.
Cheers!
Skye
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