Holy crap! The Last Ship only has two more episodes
left and I'm dying to see both yet dreading the long wait for season four.
ARGH! We got a favored familiar face last week and lost a new favorite. We also
got to see one major enemy get his due. Now we just need to see Blonde Ambition
get what's coming to her and hopefully find out if Jacob the Asshat reporter,
who turned into a decent dude after all, met a terrible end. A LOT happened
last week. Just saying.
The Killjoys finale rocked. We got some
answers and spawned new questions. And, of course, one third of the team is
separated from the other two. I wouldn't mind that being a thing for each
season finale. I'm so interested in seeing how things play out for season three
and look forward to the recurring characters maybe getting a little more
backstory. And hey, if Rick Howland can start recurring, bonus points for that.
Hat's off to Michelle Lovretta and her team for creating such a kick ass show.
Dark Matter is also weaving intriguing ripples. Yeah,
ripples can't really be woven together, but this is science fiction so *blows
raspberries*. I kind of loved the whole android / hologram dealio. And I'm kind
of hoping we get some development / clear answers on the corporation thing. I'm
all for murky waters and all, but I wouldn't mind some concrete motives either.
My rewatch of Killjoys season one is inspiring me to
maybe do some fun recaps on my sister blog. If nothing else, I'd love to talk
the mix of cast / costumes / music, because the first season nailed everything.
And that's it for
television. Tonight's post is from On the
Circuit, a novella that got its start from a fanfiction community writing
challenge. I opted to go original instead of creating an alternate universe for
my characters. The prompt stated to write a scene with the main characters as a
rodeo clowns. Rodeo clowns are actually called bull fighters and they play a
very important role in the events. I also added a fantasy twist instead of
staying contemporary.
Here's the
mini-blurb:
The popularity of breaking dragons on the rodeo trail lures
Reggie Pitch to test her mettle as a bullfighter. She works her way up from
green recruit and tries out for the big show with Dwight Merlyn as her trainer,
which proves intimidating because not only is he attractive as hell, he's a
third generation handler and his family breeds the rankest, meanest beasts on
the circuit.
And a preview snippet…
She picked a terrific
time to call bullshit.
Dwight cracked a
smile. "Most of us do." He settled his ass against her changing
station. "The ones who lack confidence tend to make lame references to big
beasts." Crossing his arms over his chest, he waited for her reaction.
Reggie smirked.
"Size isn't his problem. Knowing what to do with it… well… he could use
some pointers there." Heaving a sigh, she paced back and forth.
Dwight needed her to
settle down and get her game face on. She'd worked her ass off to make the jump
to the main show; she deserved her shot at making the grade to a full-time
spot. If for no other reason than to rub his face in her accomplishment.
But she had ten
minutes to get rid of the negative vibe left behind by Nordstrom.
If the dragons caught
a whiff of the anger and frustration, they'd pursue her relentlessly with the
sole intent of tearing her apart. Reggie could guard against some of the
internal conflict, but the older beasts would instinctively scent the feeling
and react accordingly—putting the rider and bullfighter in danger. She stopped
her back and forth walk, facing away from him, and exhaled slowly before
drawing in a long, deep breath. Good start, but not enough.
He pushed away from
the table and grasped her shoulders. "Pitch, you've got five to get your
shit together." Turning her, he slid his hands upward, his thumbs braced
under her chin. "Forget Nordstrom. He can't take this away from you unless
you let him." He held her gaze. "Don't let him."
Determination filled
her eyes. "I won't." Her shoulders relaxed and the last of the
tension drained away. "I'm good to go now."
He gave a quick nod.
"Yeah, you are. Go show those beasts what you've got." Stepping away,
he nudged her toward the door.
She strode forward,
confident and capable. Pausing with her hand on the knob, she angled her head
around, the visage of greasepaint one of macabre beauty. A wide grin split her
face, adding a sinister appeal to the look.
Reggie tilted her
head to one side. "Thanks, Dwight." Pushing the door open, she
stepped forward. "Buy you drink after the rodeo?"
His gut kicked at the
invitation. Probably a bad idea to get involved on a personal level with his
star pupil, but what the hell. Her shit day and his questionable choices could
battle for supremacy.
He flashed a quick
grin. "Sure. I'll meet you here after the show."
Of course things
will get very interesting after the main event. Dwight and Reggie take bad idea
to a sexy conclusion.
That's it for this
week.
Cheers!
Skye
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