Sunday Snippet: Left Unsaid

Happy Kendrick Lamar Does the Halftime Show to all who celebrate. I'll be feasting on food that's terrible for me because that's my favorite part of this weekend.

I'm still doing small things for Tip Jar Shorts. I'm trying to get my other blogs and my author website updated with the new material and I'm looking at possible setting up immediate downloads. That's a goal and I hope I can get there. Trying to gauge interest first. I also kept up with drawing one oracle card a day and posting the results on Bluesky.

Had a fairly busy work week. I finished up a copy edit and completed a combination copy edit proofread. I also had a terrific meeting with a new client, and I'll be working on evaluating their manuscript over the next few weeks. Very exciting!

Slow week for viewing. I had a lot of distractions and couldn't focus on watching very much. I think lack of sleep played a role there. I'm trying to figure out what kind of sleep schedule I need right now.

I did get a few shows in, starting with Elementary, which ended up being a really great episode and I enjoyed it.

Also caught an episode of Batman Beyond. I'm very nostalgic for this show right now and thoroughly enjoying the rewatch.

Watched another episode of Classic Rugrats. Again, the two vignettes were new to me. Although, I think they were out of order with the rest of the season because one showed how Chas and Kira ended up with the coffee shop.

I started an episode of One Lane Bridge and should finish it up today. This show has some twists, and I enjoy those but also need to be able to focus so I don't miss important details.

That's pretty much it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Left Unsaid, a novella that explores different methods of communication when speaking doesn't help.

Here's the miniblurb:

Haven and Pryce are involved in a covert war between humanity and the fae. When the battle takes a nasty turn for the worse and their lives are in danger multiple times, the couple realize it's sometimes better to communicate without words.

And a preview snippet…

Haven had no doubt what Pryce wanted. "His pound of flesh." Talking might come later, but right now, he needed an outlet, one she'd happily provide.

She filled out a hastily worded report and dropped it off at the makeshift command center. She showered and called in to central communications. "Hey, Ross. I'm gonna need a twelve-hour window. No calls. No disturbances. Complete radio silence." She wrapped a towel around torso. "And include Pryce. If anyone asks, consider it lost time. He hasn't had a chance to work through his brother's death yet." She chewed on her lip. "And he needs it." Because of the role I played.

Ross made a rude sound. "And you're what? Babysitting?"

She bit her response out. "Something like that." She waited a beat. "And you can stop being a dick. You took three days when Maria died." She didn't begrudge anyone their grief, but she'd be damned if Ross would pull that shit.

He responded with a contrite tone. "Yeah, you're right. As of right now, your clock is ticking."

Haven hoped it would be enough. "Thanks." She hung up and considered getting dressed. "Why bother? That's not what this is about." She exited her quarters and crossed the hall.

She didn't bother with a knock. Instead, she let herself into Pryce's space, shutting the rest of the world out. Like her, Pryce only had a towel slung low around his hips. Dropping all pretense, she let hers fall to the floor, indicating the next move belonged to him.

A flash of lust tinged with anger lit his gaze, sending a jolt of heat through her. Pryce didn't hesitate, he strode toward her, the damp terrycloth lost on the way. Wedging his thigh between her legs, he backed her up against the wall. Haven welcomed the hair-roughened skin against her clit, another zing of hot desire threading through her nerve endings.

He caught her chin in one hand and slanted his lips over hers. His tongue thrust deeply and Haven responded with a low moan. His aggression inflamed her need, but she kept a tight leash on her desire. This is Pryce's moment. Pryce worked his free hand between them to find her slick and ready.

He broke the kiss, his stare drilling into her. "You're wet. You want this…"

Haven held his gaze. "I want you, Pryce. No matter what." She rocked her hips and grasped his erection. "In any way you want." Always.

His eyes darkened. "You might live to regret that, Haven. I'm really pissed right now." His words came out on a growl.

She lifted her chin. "I know. But I'm still here. And I'm not going anywhere." Unless he kicked her out.

This story is coming together is a way I didn't expect, but I'm thrilled with how things are going.

 

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye