Well, it's been a wild and bumpy week. My husband ended up with the flu in the middle of a pandemic. Not a lot of fun for him. The rest of us are trying to take any and all precautions so we don't end up with it also. Bleh.
Finished up a work project and had a little downtime before my next one begins. I'm actually kind of thrilled to have a bit of a break. I normally work every day of the week and having a couple of days off is lovely.
A so-so week of television. I finished up season four of Silent Witness and started on season five.
I also caught another arc of Classic Who. I'm on the second season of Four's tenure. Finishing out the "Terror of the Zygons."
Other than that, I mainly caught some Mystery Alley marathons on Ovation. I needed some background noise while I did a ton of shredding.
Other than that, I'm hoping to finish up Picard this week and maybe get back to Riverdale and Roswell, New Mexico.
That's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from X Plus Y, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Vail Gault and Wolf Vermassey have a wicked, powerful attraction for each other. Too bad their clans are brutal rivals in the underground world of meta-human politics. Pitted against each other, they can never be more than opponents in a cage match who happen to have sex that makes their sparring matches look like cakewalks.
And a preview snippet…
Vail opened her door to find Mort
Camen standing outside. "What do you want, Camen?" She really didn't
have the stomach to deal with a stalker.
Mort shoved a stack of photos at
her. "I want you on your knees if you want me to keep quiet about
this." He grabbed his crotch, making it clear why he wanted her on her
knees.
Vail dumped the pictures in the
trashcan. "I don't think so, Camen. As you can see, I've got all the cock
I can handle. I don't need another one." As if she'd ever get within five
feet of his naked body.
Mort sneered. "Come on,
bitch. You give it up for Wolf and Wolf is okay with sharing. It's the
Vermassey way." He tried to push his way inside her house.
Vail blocked him and snarled.
"Good for him. I'm not okay with assholes sniffing around when they're not
welcome. I don't give a shit who gave you permission. Members of the House of Aronson
do nothing they choose not to." She smashed her fist in his face, sending
him sprawling backward.
The very idea that Wolf condoned
this crap sent her rage meter into the red zone. Stomping over to Mort, she
jabbed her booted toe into his ribs then grabbed him by the hair and dragged
him to her car. Jamming her knee into his kidney, she yanked the door open and
shoved him into the backseat.
Mort howled when she slammed it
closed, crunching his knee in the process. "Damn you. What the hell? You
have no right trying to kick my ass. Where do you think you're taking me?"
Sliding behind the wheel, she
answered his questions in order. "What the hell did you expect? I didn't
try to kick your ass, I did kick it." She glanced in the rearview mirror
and grinned when she spotted the blood dripping from his nose. "As for
where we're going, you'll find out in less than ten minutes." She floored
the car and drove straight to Wolf's place.
Dragging Mort out of the vehicle,
she frog-marched him to Wolf's front door.
When Wolf answered her loud
pounding, she pushed Camen to his knees. "How dare you send a goon after
me? Not my fault someone got wise and started taking pictures." Her anger
spilled over. "Be ready for a really rough fight this week. I don't care
who sees the pictures. I won't be blackmailed." She smacked her palm
upside Mort's head. "And I won't be shared." She met Wolf's gaze.
"Ever." Turning on her heel, she stalked back to her car and peeled
out of his drive.
She didn't realize tears streamed
down her face until she pulled up to her house.
I love where this story is going. Wolf and Vail will turn their world on its side but they'll have some flaming hoops to jump through first.
That's it for this
week.
Cheers!
Skye
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