I hope everyone had
a lovely Thanksgiving, if celebrated. For my family, it's the official
beginning to the holiday season and we come up with a new theme for our tree.
My middle kidlet is choosing this year and he's decided to go with a
sports-related color scheme. Should be interesting because we're mixing scarlet
and gray; green, blue, and white; and brown and orange. I have a general idea
of how to make it work, but we'll see what the final result is.
A lot of years,
we've waited until December 24 to do the actual decorating, but I think we'll
be getting it done earlier this season. We also have a big puppy in the house
for the first time and I can't wait to see what she does around the tree. LOL
Not much on the TV
front this week, but The Flash turned
in a great episode. Gotham and Sleepy Hollow were pretty good, too. I'm
very much looking forward to the fall finale of Walking Dead tonight. I have a feeling someone's not going to make
it… but we'll see. Thankfully, I'll have Chris Hardwick's Talking Dead to soothe whatever gaping wounds I might have. J
Tonight's post is
from The Jade Claw, a novella that might be the first of a series, depending on
where the story takes me.
Here's the tagline:
Skyrah Yule is caught in the middle of a paranormal mafia
grab for power when several artifacts are stolen from the museum she works for.
The agent investigating the break-in, Clay Wellstone, intrigues her, especially
when she discovers he's got close familial ties with the suspected culprits.
And a preview snippet…
Capricorn Defense
Agent Clay Wellstone surveyed the wrecked and damaged area of the Tauric
Antiquities room with a critically discerning eye. He noted the presence of the
curator, an Art History professor at Capricorn University. Her agitated state
suggested impatience to restore order. Not that he blamed her. Whoever pulled
off the heist of the museum did so with precision, leaving a path of
destruction behind to muddy the waters and slow things down.
"Excuse me, Ms. Rule."
Clay pulled the curator of the Museum of Cantor History off to the side of the
crime scene. "Can you give me basics of what happened here?"
The harassed but
seriously beautiful blond stared at the ugly scene before her, broken glass,
overturned display cases and empty stands. Her devastated eyes blinked several
times, as if that might make the carnage go away. No such luck.
"Ms. Rule?"
She focused her gaze
on him. "What? Oh, the basics. Right."
Turning, she scanned
the area with different eyes. This time they were keenly intelligent and sharp,
and just a little pissed off. Exactly what he’d been going for.
Her lips thinned into
a straight line. "I got here late, my class ran over."
Clay had already run
a background check, following protocol. "You're a professor at Capricorn
U?" He asked the question for confirmation.
A quick nod and she
continued. "I entered the back way. I always come in from the employee parking
area."
She ran the steps she'd
taken, walked him through her discovery, providing a solid amount of detail. His
respect level raised another notch. She’d make a good agent if she ever wanted
a career change.
He flashed a rueful
smile. "I appreciate the information and I'm sorry to ask, but we'll need
you to come down and make a full statement when you're up for it."
She looked around the
display area again. "Now's good. Everything's fresh in my mind."
Clay smiled.
"Great. I can give you a ride and drop you back here after we're
through." He admired her tenacity and get it done now attitude.
As if he needed more
to add to the list of things he liked about her.
Skyrah nodded.
"Yeah, that works." She picked her way toward the door, careful not
to disturb anything.
Clay watched closely,
as much to figure out the intriguing puzzle she appeared to be as to enjoy the
determined set of her shoulders.
He had a feeling Skyrah
Rule would be quite a challenge.
Looking forward to
diving deeper into this one and I do sort of hope it turns into a series.
That's it for this
week.
Cheers!
Skye
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