Crap. It's December. I'm not even close to being holiday-ready. Then again, it's been a really weird year. Update from last week. The youngest is negative for Covid. She's home and having fun with the dogs. The middle kiddo? Well, he ended up back in the emergency department again. The acid reducer seems to be working, but we've discovered he's got kidney stones. There might be more going on but we won't know until he follows up with a urologist. All I know is he's tired of feeling like crap. Fingers crossed we get whatever is up with him figured out.
Kind of a slow week in television. I watched several more episodes of Silent Witness. I'm almost finished with season seven. I'll start eight this upcoming week and then I'll be at the place I originally started watching the series.
Started a new episode of Blue Heelers and got about halfway through. I'll finish it up this week.
Also plan to watch Gabriel's Inferno part three and some holiday quickies from Passionflix this week. Looking forward to diving into those!
Tonight's post is from Beastly Shadows, a Lantern Jack short featuring a shifter and a hunter.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Lantern Jack is back. To end a centuries-old feud between werewolves and the hunters, Lantern Jack has to right another wrong. He sets out to bring childhood friends Bebe Beasley and Mannix Mortimer together on Halloween night, but to do so he has to put Mannix in the path of a bullet.
And a preview snippet…
Mannix Mortimer got raked over
the coals in the Moonshadow MC clubhouse.
The alpha, Magnus, slammed his
hand on the table. "Dammit, Mannix. I'm ordering you to take a vacation.
Or at least leave town for a few. I'm tired of bailing your ass out of jail
every weekend." His palm curled into a fist, the first and only warning
he'd give.
Mannix snarled. "Not my
fault Beasley has a bone to pick with me all the time." Bastian Beasley
could suck a dick for all Mannix cared.
Magnus raised a brow.
Mannix rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, fine. I intervened when our friendly asshole of a sheriff had that group
of teens freaked out over trumped-up charges. I mean, they TPed a house for
fuck's sake." He flung his arms out. "Did you want me to walk away
when he pulled his weapon on them? I thought we didn't do that shit
anymore."
The Mortimer pack hadn't always
stood up for righteous causes. But for over a decade, they'd cleaned up their
act and didn't trash the town or hunt human prey. And they no longer turned a
blind eye to the sometimes cruel nature of the Beasleys, especially their
leader, Bastian.
Magnus heaved a sigh. "We
don't. But it didn't have to be you. Bastian's had a hard-on for you since you
helped that sweet young thing he had his eye on get out of town."
Yep. That one random act—stepping
in when Bastian got up close and pervy with a waitress at the truck stop on the
interstate—had started the whole shitstorm Mannix had lived with for five
years. I'm tired of getting tagged for
everything from a hangnail to B and E.
But he'd obey his alpha and head
out of town. "Fine, I'll go north to wood country." At least there he
could run unhindered.
He got up and left the meeting,
making his unhappiness clear by slamming the door. Exiting the clubhouse, he
stopped short when he noticed a creepy Jack-o-lantern on the picnic table.
"What the hell?" Shaking his head, he swung a leg over his bike and
started the engine. "Someone needs a lesson in how to carve a
pumpkin." Rolling out of the parking lot, he headed up the road … and gave
a middle finger to the sheriff's office on his way past.
Mannix and Bebe are so much fun to write. This is one of my favorite Lantern Jack tales.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
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