Okay, I forgot to
mention Strike Back last week. I
seriously want the female antagonist to die a slow, painful death. It can
happen anytime now. LOL
The Dread Doctors
on Teen Wolf are creeping me out.
Something tells me Peter is going to be involved, which is actually quite okay
with me. He makes a good villain.
Defiance had a great episode. I really love the smaller personal beats paired
with the big, somewhat sweeping arcs this season. Great stuff. Killjoys is heating up, too. Can't wait to
see next week's episode. And Dark Matter
did the impossible by adding a layer of emotional nuance to Three. I'm
surprised and thrilled. LOL
The Last Ship took a turn I totally didn't expect and I
love it. I enjoy how the new characters are being worked in without taking a
lot away from the established ones. And, seriously, Tex rules. Just saying.
Tonight's post is
from Blushing Brawler, a sexy short where my heroine learns a valuable lesson.
LOL
Here's the
mini-blurb:
Yardley Holmes grew up in the fighting circuit, coaching and
training alongside her dad. She likes nothing more than having a new brawler to
use as a target. When Cale Scarsdale, a green recruit from Ruralsville, walks
into the cage, Yardley goes after him with biting sarcasm and razor sharp innuendo
to test his mettle. Cale takes it all in stride until she goes one step too far
and Yardley remembers lesson number one from her dad: watch out for the quiet
ones.
And a preview snippet…
Yardley Holmes strode into the
Ninth Street Gym and Emporium and tossed her workout bag behind the counter.
"Who's the new green recruit that pulled me in on my day off?"
Jumping up on the stool, she quirked an eyebrow in her dad's direction.
Benjamin shot his daughter a
stern glare. "You didn't have plans, so quit bitching." He nodded
toward the cage in the middle of the training area. "Cale Scarsdale walked
in here this morning, fresh off the bus from Ruralsville." Ben crossed his
arms over his chest. "Haven't seen raw talent like his in over a
decade."
Yardley glanced toward the
sparring ring, getting a good, long look at the newest rookie sensation. Not
quite six feet tall, he had the build of a solid fighter. Broad shoulders
tapering down to a narrow waist, which sat atop powerful thighs. Her pulse
kicked up a notch and she frowned. A physical reaction to her dad's fighters
rarely happened. Usually their magic drew her in. She loved watching the new
recruits gain control of their power. The fact she'd had a big zing to the
guy's looks didn't set well at all. Of course, the size of Cale's arms rather
shocked her. She wondered how his biceps got so huge.
Probably from tossing haystacks
or whatever farm fresh innocents did to pass their time in the country.
Yardley rolled her eyes.
"Dad, you know the backwater newbs never last long, especially when they
learn they have to pass the peak physical test before they gain entrance to the
emporium." Most of the dudes who rolled in off the big bus only wanted to
blow shit up and learn how to make things fly, levitate, or transport to a new
location.
Ben didn't disagree. "I
know, Yard. But this one's different." He started toward the cage, but
looked back over his shoulder. "You mark my words, little one."
She hated being called small.
Just because she had pixie blood flowing through her veins didn't make her
tiny. In fact, her five-foot-five frame put her right in the middle of average
for human standards. Her pixie relatives considered her a giant.
Her dad entered the cage and Cale
stopped warming up. He bowed to Benjamin and shook his hand. Her dad spoke
quietly for a moment, then Cale raised his chin and met Yardley's gaze. He
inclined his head in a brief nod of greeting then focused back on Ben.
A shiver of something slid down
Yardley's spine. She didn't like feeling off kilter one little bit and Cale
Scarsdale knocked her sideways.
She'd have to do something about
her balance issues or risk acting like a total fool.
Yardley is going to
overcompensate and Cale will take advantage in a big way.
That's it for this
week.
Cheers!
Skye
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