September 14, 2014
Hello,
Argh. Super busy
week so I missed the premiere of Haven
and will hopefully be catching up tonight. But… I did NOT miss the opening
episode of Sons of Anarchy. Holy
hell. Without giving too much away, I wanted Gemma to die a slow painful death
in the final frame of the series, but yeah, that's all changed. If died in the
next episode it wouldn't be too soon for me. Take that as a challenge to change
my mind, Mr. Sutter. Seriously.
Since I talked DC
last week, I'll throw in my excitement for Marvel's Agents of SHEILD and Agent Carter. I think I'll like having Peggy
take up the downtime between the two halves of AOS.
Tonight's post is
from Rapier's Edge, a novella where my main characters start out on opposite
sides, but quickly end up working together.
Here's the tagline:
Wren Buxton, an undercover fae agent, finds Jacob Franklin
standing over a dead body. He resists her siren call and refuses to answer
questions during her interrogation. Wren has a sneaking suspicion all isn't what
it seems with the covert mercenary.
And the preview snippet…
Wren entered the dingy apartment,
ready for action. Crouching low, her gaze swept the dim interior, landing on
the prone form of Havish Smithreen then slid sideways to find a tall figure holding
a bloodied knife just to the left. Wren let out a piercing pitch and the man
dropped to his knees before keeling over to his side.
Working quickly, Wren grabbed her
phone and called in a cleanup crew for Havish. The shaman didn't deserve to die
by the blade and Wren planned to exact justice on his behalf and to make it
happen, she'd have to interrogate the fallen assailant.
But not in Havish's home. Nope,
she had just the spot in mind for her task. A nice abandoned warehouse with
minimal power she jacked from a neighboring distribution center.
Moving forward, she lifted a
booted foot in each hand and dragged the solidly built man the short distance
to the front door. She didn't feel a single twinge of guilt when his head
thumped against the wooden chair pushed up close to the café table. She'd
shared many a morning coffee with Havish sitting in the very location. When she
reached the heavy oak slab, blessed by an ancient ancestor, she cast a cover
spell and resumed hauling her quarry out to her SUV. Getting him inside proved
a huge challenge, but she got him trussed up in the back, using jumper cables
to make sure he stayed put. The cleanup crew arrived directly after she slammed
the back doors closed.
Wren jerked her head towards the
apartment. "Take care with his body. He's a shaman."
The unit leader hustled over and
tried to get a look inside Wren's vehicle. "Need any help?"
Thank the fae for blackout
windows.
Wren waved the guy back.
"No. This one's mine." She headed for the driver's side. "But
tell the council I won't be reporting in until morning. I'll be holed up at
location two."
The man frowned. "You really
should take back up. Why not give me the address and I'll swing by when we're
done here."
Wren exhaled slowly, keeping a
tight rein on her temper. "Because I'm calling the shots here and the
location is none of your business. I code them for a reason and the elders know
where to find me if I don't call in."
He held up his hands. "Okay,
okay. Have it your way." He shrugged a shoulder. "Just trying to help
out." He started for the entrance of the building.
Wren fought the urge to roll her
eyes. "Yeah, whatever. If I want help, I'll ask." She yanked the door
open and swung up inside. "Don't forget. You're dealing with a holy man.
Give him the utmost respect."
The unit leader nodded and ducked
into the apartment. Wren sat for a moment then shut the world out and started
the engine. She hummed a serenity ballad, hoping to keep her prisoner out cold
until they reached her destination.
And to keep the desire to carve
him into pieces at bay until she got the answers she needed.
Wren is calling the
shots in this scene, but the tables get turned and she won't like it one little
bit. *rubs hands gleefully*
That's it for this
week.
Cheers!
Skye
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