Sunday Snippet: Uncommonly Good

Yeesh. Rough week for Star Trek fans. Chekov and Picard in the same week?? Come on, Universe. Do better and space things out a little more.

Another crazy seven days. I did vote early so that's done. Still need to order my brake parts. Time got away from me, and I had a couple of bills that needed to be paid. The glamorous life I lead, right?

Work projects continue and are going fairly smooth for now. I'm adding a few new things, and I have to prep for two calls this week. One is a new client that signed on last week and one is a potential new author. Looking forward to seeing how both calls go.

Had another limited viewing week. Too many things calling for my attention and focusing ended up taking a lot of bandwidth. Hoping to get more viewed this week. I did do two binge marathons of Death in Paradise.

I did get an episode of Marple in and thoroughly enjoyed the mystery. It got very twisty, as Christie mysteries do. Lots of fun guest stars also.

Watched the next to last Poirot and found it kind of bittersweet. Nice to see the duchess back to round out that thread. It looks like Hastings will return for the finale, and I'm looking forward to his return.

Elementary had a bit of a bombshell episode. Nice to see Sherlock and his dad sort of mend fences. Not sure how I feel about the return of a nemesis.

That's a wrap for the life update. Tonight's post is from Uncommonly Good, a novella that gives friendly rivals a chance to be more.

Here's the miniblurb:

Shelby Fewes and Creed Campanalla have a very friendly rivalry vying for top name in their respective dark and light organizations. When Creed is ordered to eliminate Shelby for retaliation, he makes a different call, and the duo have an uncommonly good time proving the two sides can live and love together.

And a preview snippet…

Shelby let her thoughts wander while clearing her stuff from the locker. Too bad they all meandered toward her opponent Creed. Something about that guy lit her up in very inappropriate places.

She smirked. "Then again, I live on the corner of inappropriate and bad decision avenue." She paused her action when footsteps sounded behind her.

The dark leader entered the space. His face left no doubt what he thought of the match.

She sighed. "You're not happy." Is he ever?

He agreed. "I'm not. Lost a lot of money, and you missed an opportunity to strike a blow to the light."

She rolled her eyes. "Look, you didn't make that a request. And you didn't lose any more than you bet. A draw doesn't pay out on either side." She'd been doing cage matches long enough to know how the ante system worked.

His eyes narrowed. "Still, I won't see that ten grand." He planted his hands on his hips, emphasizing his displeasure.

She shrugged. "I have news for you. That's not my problem." She met his gaze. "And don't even think about trying to add it to what I owe. You didn't specify a penalty if I lost, which I didn't, by the way."

Malcolm tsked. "You could have had a clear victory."

Shelby's mouth dropped open. "Only if I killed him, which is against the rules and harshly dealt with."

Right. Like he would care.

She appealed to what really mattered to him. "You won't see another dime of winnings, if I'm not allowed to compete." And, frankly, she needed the matches if she wanted to stay sane.

Malcolm snorted. "I'm the dark overling. I can buy you a permanent spot."

Shelby jerked her head back and forth. "I don't play that way. Never will." She turned away from Malcom. "I fight fair or not at all." She shot a hard look over her shoulder. "So back off and let me finish packing up so I can get out of here."

Malcolm eyes narrowed to slits again, but he said nothing before turning and strolling out the door.

Shelby finished tossing her gear into her duffel, slammed the locker closed, and headed for the door. She wanted to crawl into bed and fall into a dreamless sleep. Too bad she'd probably have Malcolm's swarthy visage rolling through her head instead.

This one is coming together nicely, and I'm excited to see where it goes.

 

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Twilight Kingdom

Yeesh. October has been a month. Honestly, not quite as fraught as September, but the nasty cold definitely didn't help things. That said, I'm feeling so much better and I'm grateful for that.

Still need to do the brakes on my car and it should be sometime soon. I can already hear the grinding sound, which means I need to get the parts ordered ASAP. My middle kid also needs a new tire very soon. He'll be using our inflator this week because he starts a new job on Wednesday.

The weather continued to be rather cool and chilly. It warmed up in the afternoon, but the early mornings were frosty and frigid. Had to break out the window scraper already.

Work projects went smoother this week. I finished up a copy edit and started a new one. I also completed the evaluation I needed to finish up. Still waiting on word about the possible new project. Also need to schedule a call about another new project in the wings. Very excited to see where everything goes.

Had a seriously limited viewing week. Trying to catch up on the work projects took a lot of my focus. I only made it through three of my regularly watched shows. I did do more Death in Paradise binge watching so there's that.

Stared with Marple and enjoyed the mystery. I'm warming up to the new actress and loved the interactions with everyone on the screen. The mystery was kind of over the top and I appreciated the way the cast played off each other.

Also finished up Britain's Most Scenic Counties and truly enjoyed the stops in Cheshire. Not sure what I'll go with next, but it will definitely be something cultural.

Completed season two of Return to Paradise and, wow, what a finale. I can honestly say every single character knocked it out of the park. Anna Samson is remarkable as Mackenzie, and I very much loved the progress she's made with Colin. Loved the final moments with Glenn. So much to enjoy with episode and this show. I'm so excited for season three.

I started an episode of Poirot but didn't make it through the whole thing. I'll try to finish up this week. We'll see if I end up getting more than three full episodes watched.

That's it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Twilight Kingdom, a novella that puts a twist on the Sleeping Beauty fairytale.

Here's the miniblurb:

Jess Gillian heads to the outer rim planets to get away from his overbearing parents—the royal consorts of their home planet. When the heir is away, the evil Maniforti will play, luring Nareen Rhom, a palace ward, into a relationship so he can get close to the rulers. When Nareen gets wise, Maniforti casts a spell holding the entire kingdom in his thrall—until Jess returns and sets things straight.

And a preview snippet…

Jess jerked awake at the telepathically shouted Jess! just in time to see a glinting blade descending from above.

Reflex kicked in and he rolled to his side, feeling the oddly warm steel plunge into his flesh just below his ribcage. "Dammit!" He swung outward, knocking his assailant to the floor, the knife clattering on the wooden planks.

Scrabbling out from under the sheet, Jess started to give chase, but his vision swam and the person made their escape, a hulking shadow exiting through the door. Jess tried to follow, but his steps were awkward and staggering. His mind swirling and fuzzy, he didn't go after them. He grabbed at the wall, trying to keep his balance.

Nari called. Her urgent tone kicked up his adrenaline. She needed him. He tried to reach out and connect with her, but the pain from his wound blocked him. He grabbed a T-shirt to staunch the flow of blood oozing from the slice in his side.

Feeling weak, he struggled into his pants. "I shouldn't feel so drained. What the hell?" He took halting steps toward the door but stumbled to his knees.

Vision swimming, he bit the inside of his cheek. He had to get moving. Couldn't stay here. No accident this time. Someone tried to kill him. And if they made an effort to take him out maybe they were trying to harm Nari also.

A figure loomed in front of him—female—reaching out to steady him. "Easy there, big fella. You're gonna make it worse." Her hand grasped his shoulder.

His brain spun, but he attempted to stand, trying to shake out from under her grip. He needed to get out, to secure transport. He. Had. To. Get. To…

"Nari…" Jess collapsed but got a look at the person offering assistance—the bounty hunter—before he passed out.

Having a lot of fun writing this one. I love putting fun spins on fairytales.

 

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Turning the Tide (a Black Watch banner novella)

Whew. Rough week. The nasty cold bit down hard, and I struggled to get through any and everything. I think I finally kicked the worst of it yesterday. Got a solid eight hours of sleep and only woke up twice coughing. The three days before? Only got two to three hours of sleep at a time before the coughing fits would wake me up and I couldn't get back to sleep. Not fun.

The tire drama is finally at an end. Now it's on to brakes for my car. That's still going to be a November problem.

We got our first cold snap and finally had to turn the furnace on today. I'm usually good until the interior of the house hits the low sixties. Woke to sixty-two degrees and, yeah, kicked the thermostat to heat. Pretty sure we'll be back in the seventies by the middle of the week and I'll turn it off again … hopefully until November.

Work projects were rough this week, mainly because of my cold. The whole fuzzy bunny slippers in my head feeling doesn't match well with trying to read words and edit manuscripts. I did finish up a proofread and started a copy edit. I also reviewed the opening chapters of a manuscript for a potential new client. I have an evaluation I need to work on and should be able to start hitting that one hard this week.

Had a semi-okay viewing week. I didn't make it all the way through my regular slate of shows because of the aforementioned cold, but I got most of the way through.

Started with Marple and I'm warming up to the new actress playing the role. She's not quite as snappy as the previous actress but she embodies Jane just the same.

Watched another episode of Britain's Most Scenic Counties and enjoyed the various stops in Cheshire. If I had to pick between Kent and Cheshire, I'd lean toward Kent, but Cheshire is gaining momentum.

Caught an episode of Return to Paradise and I can honestly say this season is kind of knocking it out of the park. The emotional upheaval of Mac being back in Paradise Cove is so well done. I love her interactions with Philomena are amazing.

Enjoyed another episode of Poirot and continue to love his friendship with Ariadne. I think I have two episodes left of this version of the show. Looking forward to those.

Elementary had another great episode. I'm enjoying the way the show is weaving in outside elements to the case and tying them together.

I also did some binge watching of Death in Paradise per usual. Sometimes it's nice to have a comfort show on in the background.

That's it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Turning the Tide, a to be named banner novella. Yeah, the title of this series keeps changing and it's driving me bonkers.

Here's the miniblurb:

Verity and Emory have to balance the personal with the professional when they're back at Black Raven command. They're tasked with taking out a crucial enemy stronghold by exploiting a vulnerable weakness. The removal of the base will give the allied forces a way into the heart of enemy territory. Just when they think they're ready to go, Verity's ace fighter pilot dad shows up to see his daughter … and meet the man who wants her—Emory Cavendish.

And a preview snippet…

Well, hell.

Verity closed her eyes for a brief moment before glancing up and meeting her father's angry gaze. "Hello, Ace. What brings you to Blackwatch command?" She kept her voice calm and casual … even though the looming figure of Victor Jones had her hackles rising.

As much as it pained her to do so, she shot Worthington a quick look for help. She carefully avoided Emory's gaze for the moment.

Worthington stepped out from behind the table. "Jones, as you can see, we're busy right now and this operation is need to know only." The implied meaning being Victor Jones did not need to know.

Verity bit back a smirk. Wonder how long he's wanted to nail my dad with that one?

She finally sought Emory's and took the boost of confidence his smile gave her.

Worthington directed Victor to the door then glanced back. "Finish the run through. I'll get Ace here something to drink and find some quarters for him." He pushed Victor through in front of him. "Come by when you're finished." He gave Verity a pointed look before leaving.

Verity let out the breath she'd been holding when her dad offered no objection and the door closed softly behind them. All eyes were on her, so she broke the tension.

"You all can scrape your jaws off the floor. He's just a man."

Laughter erupted and Emory placed the next piece on the board.

When the others began setting the stage, Emory leaned in, keeping his voice low. "Were you expecting him?"

She shook her head. "Nope. Haven't even heard from him since I received my orders.'' And his arrival didn't bode well.

Emory cut into her depressing thought. "Are you okay?" Concern laced his tone.

Verity lifted a shoulder. "I'll get back to you on that." She waited a beat. "You'll come with me to see him after this is over?" She actually wanted Emory to meet her dad, and she had a feeling she'd need Emory's moral support … both as the CAG and as her lover.

Emory lifted his chin. "Absolutely." He held her gaze a moment longer before diving back into the run through.

This series is so much fun to write, and I'm so happy with where things are … with the exception of trying to nail down a name for it.

 

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Truth Hurts

Heh, so far the bumps have not smoothed over in October. But … that could have more to do with the yucky cold I picked up from the husband. It's like I have fuzzy slippers in my head, and I'm not a fan.

Our tire trauma is still ongoing. I now have four tires paid for and the appointment is scheduled for this week. I still have to have my front and rear rotors and pads replaced as soon as possible also. That might end up being a November problem. I do want to get that managed before we start getting snow.

Still having fairly mild weather. I love having an actual fall. I'm hoping we're not having fake fall, and we'll end up with ninety degree days again. But won't be surprised if it happens.

Had a decent work week even with the cold. I'm moving slowly on the evaluation, but the book is pretty interesting. Finished up a copy edit and started a proofread. I'm hoping to finish the proofread later today. I also need to hit my backburner project that I keep putting on hold.

Had a sketchy viewing week. Between the cold and other things going on, I didn't quite make it through my usual line up. I did do a binge watch of Death in Paradise.

Started with Marple and thoroughly enjoyed the episode. Very fun to see the mystery unfold and watch Jane piece everything together. Fun watching experience.

Watched another episode of Britain's Most Scenic Counties. I'm enjoying Cheshire. There are a lot of interesting bits and bobs. While the white cliffs of Dover in Kent definitely draw attention, there seems to be more urban adventures in Cheshire.

Enjoyed an episode of Return to Paradise. I'm very much on the fence with Mac and Glenn's interactions. Watching her calm him down was a lot of fun. Knife-thick tension there. Also really enjoyed getting some insight to Colin's past in this one.

Caught another episode of Poirot and, wow, what an adventure. Thoroughly enjoyed seeing the band get back together. I've missed Hastings, Lemon, and Japp.

Elementary had a terrific episode. Glad to see Sherlock somewhat back to his old self. I loved how much confidence he has in Joan's ability to be a great parent. Also quite liked the interactions between Joan and the pregnant mom. What a great episode.

Started an episode of Young Justice but ran out of steam. I'll finish it up this week. I think I remember this one or at least parts of it.

That's it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Truth Hurts, a novella that reunites a couple under terrible circumstances.

Here's the miniblurb:

Mardi Darr discovers her current lover is an enemy agent with an enchanted chip in his head. She gives the okay for a risky surgery, and it lands him in a submersion chamber with no brain activity. Heth Santiago is responsible for Mardi being with Staz and he needs to help Mardi accept the truth … even though it hurts like a bitch.

And a preview snippet…

After reuniting in the chapel, Heth agreed moving their liaison to her place made sense. They had a lot to discuss. And two more days of sex to make up for lost time didn't hurt either.

He tucked his arm around Mardi and spooned up against her. "You have a damn comfortable bed." Considering they'd done pretty much everything from there since they got here, probably a good thing.

Mardi stretched against Heth. "Do you really think this plan will work?" She said the words quietly.

Heth trailed his fingers down her arm. "How can they resist? You're walking into their realm and calling them out. They'll want to prove they can take you." And they needed to believe they could.

Mardi shifted around to face him. "But you're not going to let them." Her finger made a circular motion over his heart.

Heth shook his head. "Nope. Once we have you face-to-face with the leaders, we'll work our magick and put them in the same condition as Staz." Minus the enchanted chip, which they didn't need.

Mardi's eyes darkened. "Then we hit the underlings with the offer to talk access to alliance status." They wouldn't need to control her if they became full members.

Heth finished out the plan. "But only if they cease and desist with the attacks on mages and wizards." If the Street Hawks didn't agree … all their planning could blow up in their face.

Mardi held his gaze. "It could all go to hell." Her mouth flattened into a thin line.

Heth nodded. "Yeah, it could. And if that happens, we go out together." Because she wouldn't stand for being used against their community.

Mardi didn't blink. "Agreed." Her voice held stern conviction.

And he held no doubt they'd follow through. Neither had anything without the other. And they wouldn't give the Street Hawks the unlimited power they sought to gain through her.

She cupped his face. "I love you, Heth. Always."

He confirmed his feelings. "Always, Mardi. I love you." Leaning in, he slanted his mouth over hers.

This one is coming together nicely. Very happy with the plan Mardi and Heth put together.

 

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Trip the Light Fantastic (a Chaos novella)

It's spooky month!! Kind of happy to see the end of September. It was definitely a rough month. October is starting with a few bumps but here's hoping they'll smooth over soon.

Got my new tires and what a difference. Hit a snag with the husband's tires. We can't do two. It's all-wheel drive so they'll only replace all four. Sigh. We now have to wait until this weekend to get them replaced. Tires are expensive.

Had truly lovely weather. Mild temperatures that feel like fall are such a surprise. I'm not holding my breath that we won't end up with a big spike again, so I'm enjoying while I can.

Had a decent work week. Had another super challenging copy edit but got through it. Almost finished up with the evaluation read through. And I might be able to get back to my lingering project, which needs attention. I'm also hoping to make headway on my side project, which I'd really like to launch soon.

Good viewing week. I made it through my usual group of shows. I also included two binge marathons of Death in Paradise. The show makes me happy.

Began with Marple. Interesting episode that had some wild twists and turns. Very fun to see Tom Baker on screen.

Started the new season of Britain's Most Scenic Counties and enjoyed the introduction to Cheshire. Another area I'd love to visit at some point.

Caught another episode of Return to Paradise and enjoyed the mystery. Also really enjoyed seeing Mackenzie try to figure out the appeal of dating apps. Loved the interaction between her and the team also.

Watched an episode of Poirot and I'm really enjoying Ariadne Oliver. She's such a fun character. The mystery also ended up being twisty, which I also enjoyed.

Elementary had a great episode. I'm enjoying Sherlock's challenge with recovering from the concussion. Not sure how I feel about the serial killer getting away. Kind of hoping he gets caught without taking out anyone else.

Enjoyed another episode of Young Justice. I remembered some of this one and liked the pacing of the plot. Always fun to see Wally learn life lessons.

Caught another episode of Star Trek Lower Decks and loved the callbacks to Next Generation and Voyager. This show knows how to pay homage to its ancestors.

That's it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Trip the Light Fantastic, a Chaos novella.

Here's the miniblurb:

Esme Von Staunton and Ashton Sylvester think they might be going insane. Ashton's weird attunement with Esme draws her into his bizarre nightmare of hallucinations and doing things neither remember. Esme's brother Eric stumbles onto a plot by Baron Mobride and races to save his information source and his favorite couple, but Mobride has other ideas and doesn't plan to let Eric thwart him.

And a preview snippet…

Bonnie woke to muffled voices and no idea what happened. Wait. Her throat hurt.

Memories surfaced. She had a session with Baron Mobride. Something she never enjoyed. The man had a cruel streak and couldn't seem to find release until he exercised some kind of physical dominance on his partner.

Damn! He choked me into unconsciousness. No wonder her throat hurt.

She wisely remained still, but opened her eyes slightly and listened carefully. Baron Mobride stood beside the door, speaking with two of his flunkies. One had a deep, grunty voice and the other sniffled and wheezed when he spoke.

Mobride shoved his legs into his pants. "Continue the project." He buttoned up and grabbed his shirt.

The sniffly one lowered his voice. "Including Sylvester?"

Mobride gave a nod. "Yes, with two more deliveries per week."

The other flunky grunted. "Got some questions about that, boss. 'Specially if you don't want—"

Mobride cut him off. "Shut it. Hold on." Mobride went back to the bed and smacked Bonnie on the ass. "Hey. Wake up." He gripped her shoulder, shaking hard.

Bonnie pretended to jolt back to consciousness. "Wha … what happened?" Her hand went to her throat, rubbing gently.

Mobride smirked. "No matter. Get out and give me the room." He threw her wrap on the bed.

Bonnie pulled the garment over her and sat up. "Baron Mobride. This is my area." She turned away and slid the robe over her shoulders. "I can't leave or I won't make my night's quota."

Mobride snorted. "You're leaving." He peeled several bills off a wad of cash and tossed them on the bed. "Get out. Now."

She scrambled up after grabbing the money. "Yes, Baron." Stuffing the payment into her pocket, she edged past the two men standing in the doorway, keeping her eyes downcast.

She'd seen enough of them before Mobride kicked her out to recognize the faces if she needed to.

The men entered the room and slammed the door behind them.

Bonnie huffed out a breath. "What is Mobride up to?" She slowly made her way down the corridor and entered the bathroom.

Pacing back and forth, she pondered what she overheard.

The baron had something nefarious in the works. "And somehow it involves Ashton Sylvester." She had to Eric know.

Could she wait until Eric's next appointment or should she send a message?

Heaving a sigh, she sat on the edge of the bathtub. "I'll probably wait. Sending a message will be too risky." She couldn't trust word wouldn't get back to Mobride … not with the amount of money the man spent at Tildaswail.

She sent a silent missive to the universe. Let everything be all right until Eric returns.

I have a lot of love for this series. The cast of characters is so much fun to write.

 

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: A Timely Distraction

Yeesh. Still dealing with the tire issue but have an appointment to get the replacements on Tuesday. I can't wait. But … we now have to get two new tires for my husband's vehicle. It's like dominoes falling … one thing after another.

Had some seriously cool temperatures this week. Also rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. We're supposed to have clear weather for the beginning of the week but more rain from Thursday through the weekend.

Work projects were pretty smooth this week. I finished up the wild ride copy edit and completed a proofread that had a few issues but overall ended up being great. Still working on the evaluation and making good project. I have another back burner project I'm hoping to get to this week.

Had a solid viewing week. I made it through my usual slate of shows and got to binge Death in Paradise a couple of days.

Started with Marple again and enjoyed the mystery. There were a lot of twists and turns with a resolution that ended up being sad but excellent.

Finished up the first season of Britain's Most Scenic Counties. Thoroughly enjoyed visiting Kent and look forward to the next season and new location.

Caught another episode of Return to Paradise and enjoyed it again. Reggie reminds me of Margo from Beyond Paradise. Both are filled with local knowledge and wield their power when it counts the most. Great mystery also.

Watched another Poirot and liked the twists and turns. Very interesting to hear all the discussion of the upcoming war and having three mysteries instead of one ended up being quite fun.

Elementary got a little freaky. The possible serial killer struck very close to home, and I really hope things don't go in an obvious direction. Can't wait to watch the next episode to see if they do or don't.

Enjoyed an episode of Young Justice and loved seeing the young team dealing with being the grown-ups in the room. Kind of interested to see what happens with the stolen bit.

Ended the week with an episode of Star Trek Lower Decks and totally loved the call back to the original series. Fun episode with plenty of weird thrown in for good measure. I'm going to be very sad when I finish this one.

That's the life update this week. Tonight's post is from A Timely Distraction, a riff on a fairy-tale romance that brings a couple together.

Here's the miniblurb:

Donahue Stuart, prince and heir to his father's throne, longs for grand adventures, but danger lurks from raiders and marauders, out for royal blood. Enter Lady Vivian, daughter of the king's oldest friend, and a kindred spirit who shows Donahue he can have all the magnificent escapades he wants, right in his own realm.

And a preview snippet…

Hue set aside the stack of correspondence he'd finished. "Might as well tackle the letter from Delia now." He'd shuffled her missive to the bottom of his pile because he'd rather not deal with whatever might be inside.

But he couldn't put off making it clear they would not be meeting for a tryst again. Or that she would ever become his mistress. Maybe he could provide a few names for her. She could find a protector of her choice—unlike the exchange with Fitzmar, who had offered for her before she'd even had an opportunity to meet other courtiers—and give her a chance to forge her own future.

He slipped a letter opener under the wax seal and started to withdraw the parchment. A rapid series of soft knocks distracted him, and he glanced up to Lady Vivian bursting through his door. Her unexpected entrance caught him by surprise.

Placing the envelope under the desk blotter, he arched his brows. "Lady Vivian. I heard you were here for a visit." And she'd grown more beautiful if that were possible.

Her eyes always drew him … they sparkled with hidden depths that suggested she held secrets she didn't share with others. Once again, he cursed the close friendship their fathers shared. Otherwise, he'd make every effort to pursue her.

Vivian gave him a smile. "Yes, I missed seeing you when I arrived. You were out riding, think?" Her gaze swept the room before landing on him.

He leaned back in his chair. "And what is your purpose for seeking me out?" Not that he cared, she provided a wonderful diversion to an unpleasant task.

Vivian spun around and flounced onto his settee. "I'm seeking you out, because I'm bored and restless." She sat up suddenly. "Would you be interested in visiting the village?" Her eyes were bright with excitement.

The idea sounded dull, but she seemed thrilled by the prospect.

Hue shrugged. "I'm not, but I'll tag along." He got up and crossed the room to pull the cord that would summon the guard.

Vivian bounded up off the sofa and stopped him with a hand on his bicep. "Er … I have another idea. Let's head to the storage room and dig around a little." She leaned in and lowered her voice. "I thought we might dress up—or down as the case may be—as commoners." An impish grin spread over her face.

Hue narrowed his eyes. "Are you serious?" He cocked his head when possibilities filled his mind.

Being out of royal garb would give him some freedom to move about, unencumbered by the trappings of being the heir.

Viv nodded. "Absolutely. Let's see how much fun we can have." Her voice took on a sultry tone.

He smiled wide. "How do we lose the guard?" He had no doubt she would make things interesting.

Vivian patted his shoulder. "Leave that to me."

This is such a fun story to write. I love the chemistry between Vivian and Hue!

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: This Is Your Life

Whew. It's been a very long week. A slow leak in one of my tires means I've been filling with a portable device every other day or so. Add in the oven going out on our stove and scrambling to find another one on top of the tire issue. We did get the range replaced and hope to have the tire situation under control this week. Bleh.

Weird weather again. Storms and some back and forth temperatures. I really hope we don't pay for the somewhat mild temperatures by having a super-hot October and November. Would also love to not have flooding from the rain. We've been very lucky so far.

Work projects were gnarly again. Started a new copy edit that, well, went okay as far as the copy edit part is concerned. The story? All over the place. I don't have to be the target audience for the manuscripts I edit, but whew! I struggled with this one because I had a hard time following the plot, which I don't run into very often at the copy-editing stage. I'm also working on a manuscript evaluation and that is going pretty well. I'm very interested in the subject matter, which always helps.

I made a little progress on getting my side project ready to go. Hopefully, I'll be able to do more this week. I'm kind of excited to see if I can make this happen before the end of the year.

Had a terrible viewing week. The copy edit needed a lot of my focus, which isn't a bad thing. I made it almost halfway through my usual shows.

Started with Marple and enjoyed the mystery. Very fun to have two Janes in the story. Also enjoyed getting a glimpse of nostalgia with Miss Marple and her childhood.

Watched another episode of Britain's Most Scenic Counties and learned more new things about Kent. I'd love to visit someday.

Caught the season two premiere of Return to Paradise and quite enjoyed being back in Dolphin Cove. Loved having Jack Mooney make an appearance again and having him kind of give Mackenzie a fatherly type of tough love. She does need to sort things out with her past before heading back to London … if she heads back.

Started an episode of Poirot but didn't get it finished. I'll pick it back up this week. I hope.

That's it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from This Is Your Life, a novella that takes some twists and turns.

Here's the miniblurb:

After a harrowing month of captivity in a rival faction's territory, Welch Harrinson can't seem to find his will to remember the past. Rina Lewes won't give up on Welch getting his memory back … even if she has to lose him in the process.

And a preview snippet…

"Hey, thanks for having our back out there."

Jack and Owen gave nods and both men glanced toward the house where they'd helped deposit Welch after the trying night in the field.

Owen's mouth thinned to a slash across his face. "You gonna be okay with him tonight?"

Rina exhaled slowly. "Yeah. He's got the hunter skill set back and has been doing well when he's scheduled to work." Her stomach twisted. "The headache and temper flare are side effects from the treatment Wiggam has been administering." She side-eyed her team. "That's gonna stop right now."

Jack grunted. "You sure? He's not fully back yet."

Rina lifted her chin. "I'm sure." She waved her phone back and forth. "Already called Wiggam and he's on the way over." Didn't make her decision any easier, but nothing would.

Owen clasped her shoulder. "We'll leave a light on. Spare room is yours whenever you're ready." His fingers squeezed gently before letting her go.

Rina nodded. She couldn't do anything else. She motioned for the men to head out. The weight of making a choice rested heavily on her heart. But she didn't question what she had to do.

The rustle of leaves from the side yard drew her attention. Wiggam emerged from the line of trees bordering the property. She had to break the news they couldn't go further with Welch's treatment.

Wiggam met her gaze with his steady one. "Is he okay?"

Rina shrugged. "He's sleeping, so for now, he's fine." She straightened her shoulders. "But it got hairy out there tonight. He started exhibiting symptoms of an overdose. The ones you told me to watch for. Headache and bouts of temper." She started up the steps to the porch. "Until then, he acted like his old self. He's got the hunter instinct again."

Wiggam followed her into the house. "That means another round of the powder could kill him." He quietly closed the door and glanced toward the bedroom.

Rina huffed out a breath. "Yeah. That's what I figured." She crossed into the kitchen and pulled out the makings for coffee. "But he knows you now, which is good." Even if she hated to admit that fact. "But … he still doesn't remember me or our past." And now he never would.

Wiggam arched his brows. "Look, can I suggest you work with Welch as he is?"

Rina snorted. "Been doing that since I found him." She dumped grounds into the filter and started the coffeemaker. "And I can't anymore. He's noticing other women and flat-out told me he wants to play the field and has a date tomorrow night." She angled around and propped her hip against the counter, crossing her arms over her chest.

Not that it helped ease the ache.

Wiggam frowned. "I'm sorry. I hope you believe that." He raked a hand through his hair.

Rina rolled a shoulder. "It doesn't matter what I believe. I said I'd risk anything, and I did. I also lost, but that's not your concern." She swallowed past the lump in her throat. "Welch is where you need to focus. He still needs someone to help him over the rough patches and that's gotta be you." The ache grew stronger and spread upward to her throat.

Wiggam gave a nod. "I'll be there for him."

Rina swallowed hard and lifted her chin. "Thanks for working with me. I'll be packed and out the door within twenty-four hours." She planned to travel lightly and not bring anything that would remind her of Welch.

Wiggam narrowed his gaze. "Where will you go? The house is yours."

She let out a watery laugh and shook her head. "Not anymore." Her sanctuary had become a prison of memories. "Jack and Owen have space. I'll stay there for now, at least until I figure out where I want to live." Maybe she would go full crone and find a large cave to call home.

Wiggam sighed. "It's not right. But I understand why you don't want to stay here." He turned to open the door. "If you need … well, never mind. Let me know when you leave, and I'll come over to check in with Welch." He lifted a hand in farewell and quietly left the house.

Rina blew out a long breath. She appreciated Wiggam not getting sentimental and not telling her he told her so. Because she wouldn't know what to do if he went all soft and squishy on her right now.

I'm kind of happy with how this one is coming together. The story took a weird turn and I just ran with it.

 

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Think Twice

It's so weird to be almost halfway through the month already. Time is weird. Last week felt like it dragged on forever but also had a lot of stuff jammed into it.

Weather ended up being crazy with a tornado warning that thankfully went north and east of us but did touch down in several places in our county. We've got more volatile weather headed our way this week. Maybe. It makes me bonkers how not accurate the weather reports are now.

Work projects ended up being a little exhausting this week. I had a project that should have been simple but spiraled into a bit of a mess. We finally got that one all figured out, I think. I finished up a copy edit and started a new one. And I got to dive into a new nonfiction book project that I'm excited about.

On a small side note, I've been feeling the pull to get my side project launched and ready to go. To that end, I'm working on some Halloween shorts that I hope to have ready to go in October. Fingers crossed!

Had an okay viewing week. I did make it through my regular list of shows and did more binge watching of Death in Paradise and Beyond Paradise.

Thoroughly enjoyed an episode of Marple. There were so many twists and turns but I loved the ride.

Caught another episode of Britain's Most Scenic Counties and continued the exploration of Kent, which I'm enjoying a lot.

Watched the finale for Beyond Paradise season four. So happy with everything. My frustration with Anne turned out to be for naught. She really kicked everything on its side. So glad Smith is not going to be around anymore. Truly loathed that guy. Thrilled to bits that Esther and Archie are giving things a go and that Kelby has a sweetheart. I cried when Zoey left on her adventure, but I loved her maps bringing Esther and Archie together.

The Orient Express episode of Poirot hit weird for me. Such a stellar cast but things felt a little off and I'm honestly not sure how I feel about the ending, which is quite probably by design. I think visually filmed plays out differently than the visual that reading creates. I don't know.

Elementary had another interesting episode and I'm wondering how the escalation is going to go with Sherlock's meeting guy. Very glad the captain and Detective Bell are aware of what's going on with Sherlock's concussion situation.

Caught an episode of Young Justice that I vaguely remember watching during the show's run on television. With so much going on with three different story points, I actually enjoyed the action.

Watched another episode of Star Trek Lower Decks and, once again, thoroughly enjoyed the antics of the crew. A lot of fun seeing them confront past issues on Starbase 80.

That's pretty much it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Think Twice, a novella that brings a couple with super skills together.

Here's the miniblurb:

When Judd Millian asks Pru Watson to work with him to take out the evil invading their city, she doesn't hesitate to say yes. But when he wants something more, she's reluctant, unable to commit to an answer. The indecision drives a wedge between them, but Pru won't let Judd get sucked into the worst part of her past.

And a preview snippet…

Pru had no idea if deciding to follow Judd Millian would be great or tragic. But she couldn't resist the draw of meeting someone like her.

She grinned when she followed Judd down the spiral staircase from the rooftop. "This whole floor is yours?" The cavernous space had designated areas for living, eating, sleeping, and … conducting experiments?

Her gut roiled. Stainless steel cabinets and tables. Microscopes, glass slides, petri dishes. Her mind flashed back to waking up surrounded by those exact same items.

Judd tracked her gaze and held his hands up. "I should've said something. You don't have to go near my lab. I use it to monitor myself by comparing stats with the baseline I took right after I got away from the compound." He moved ahead and pulled a heavy curtain that hung from a wire frame around the equipment.

Pru's eyes widened. "You can do that?" She wondered if she should consider doing something similar.

But … she really hated being near the scientific gear.

Judd shrugged. "I can do basic stuff. Mostly I keep a data set of vitals and any changes that I notice. No idea what I'll do with the information, but it gives the illusion of controlling my fate." He huffed out a breath.

Pru tilted her head. "You think it's an illusion? I'm not sure I agree. If you're free from the compound, you have the control." Then again, she looked over her shoulder a lot.

Judd grunted. "For now. Who knows what'll happen in the future. I mean, I'm keeping the data logs in case something happens to me. Might come in useful if there are others…" He nodded in her direction. "And there seems to be."

She couldn't argue with that factoid. And she didn't say anything because she needed time to wrap her head around everything.

An awkward silence filled the space between them, but Judd managed to smooth the rough edges by moving over to his living area.

He turned toward her. "Would you like something to drink … um … what should I call you?" His brows arched.

She pressed her lips together, hesitating for a moment. Trust didn't come easily to her. But … he'd been open with her so far.

Squaring her shoulders, she gave an answer. "Pru. My name is Pru." She moved a little closer to him.

Judd thrust his palm forward. "It's nice to meet you, Pru. What can I get you to drink?" He opened his fridge and swept his hand over the options.

She asked for a beer and followed him to the sofa, settling in one corner. Judd kicked back at the other end, propping his feet up onto the coffee table. His phone pinged and he dug it out of a side pocket in his black cargo pants. After swiping and keying in his pin, he checked his notifications and pulled up a text message.

His lips twisted. "My CO is a mother hen, checking to make sure I made it home. Also wanted to know if I got a lead on our helper aka you." He thumbed a reply. "Told him I'm tucked in for the night and missed catching up with our talented assistant." He slid his gaze sideways. "I figured you might not like having your privacy invaded just yet."

Pru blinked, caught off guard. "Yet?" She didn't want her fragile peace invaded at all.

Which sucked on multiple levels. Being alone all the time took a toll. And Judd fascinated her … which could be very dangerous. She'd let a pretty face turn her head once before and it ended badly. That's how I became a lab rat.

Judd set his beer down and popped off with a wild question. "Yeah. Crazy idea, but would you be willing to help me get rid of the evil invading our city?"

Wow. Not at all what she expected. And she didn't know how to answer.

She rolled a shoulder. "It's not my city. I'm not a native." She had no idea how she'd ended up in the city.

Judd frowned. "Then why are you here?"

She huffed out a breath. "Good question. I woke up in a lab with a newfound ability to repel things." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "And I can't leave until I find out why."

I'm very happy with where this story is going. Pru has a long road to travel and Judd will help her along the way.

 

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: That Explains Everything

September is off to an okay start. Still feeling a little off … not really frustrated more like being stuck in limbo yet feeling like there's something that needs to be done. It's weird.

Had several thunderstorms roll through, which did a lot of back and forth with the temperatures. Today is cool and sunny, but midweek was steamy hot. Pretty sure it'll get to boiling again in the near future.

Not a bad work week. Finished up the proofread and started a new copy edit. I had a great call with a new author, and I'll be starting on a manuscript evaluation this week. Really excited about this book. Also had some breakthroughs on several of my WIPs, which is always a bonus!

Had a decent viewing week. I made it through my usual slate of shows and binged some Death in Paradise again. This show has kind of nudged Midsomer Murders out of the top spot of my go-to shows.

Started the week off with Marple and, again, I really enjoyed the mystery. Kind of fun to see Tommy and Tuppence in their later years.

Watched another episode of Britain's Most Scenic Counties. I enjoy seeing all the green areas in Kent. Also loved seeing the different types of boating available.

Caught another Beyond Paradise. Loved that Kelby's girl actually made it to Shipton Abbot. Kind of hated the awkwardness of the dinner party Anne threw with Mister Smith. But I loved the vague ending when Humphrey went to confront Smith with his decision. Methinks Smith let something very important slip during the dinner. Can't wait to see if I'm right.

The Halloween themed episode of Poirot ended up being such a fun ride. Well, as fun as murder can be anyway. So many twists and turns.

Elementary ended up being pretty interesting. I'm kind of holding my breath with the small clues and hints about the possible serial killer luring Sherlock into a dangerous situation. Also kind of interested in Joan's situation with becoming a mom.

Watched another episode of Young Justice. Thoroughly enjoyed the fallout from the training exercise and also loved seeing Connor interact with the New Genesis team.

Caught another episode of Star Trek Lower Decks and once again loved it. This show is so good.

That's it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from That Explains Everything, a novella that puts the heroine in the middle of three men with only one having her best interests at heart.

Here's the miniblurb:

Tasha Yale wants Brax Vermillion but can't seem to break her connection to Staz Yarrow—until she's taken by Lanai Conns. Finally aware of the nefarious machinations, Tasha fights to get back to her clan and Brax … before it's too late.

And a preview snippet…

Tasha woke up and got her bearings. "What the hell?" Her head pounded, but she glanced around.

Wow. This is someplace really swank.

Ornately carved furniture in dark woods and walls in deep jewel tones of burgundy and blue all but shouted posh digs. The lighting cast dim shadows, enhanced by the ambient glow of a fire in a large hearth. The mantel held elegant cut crystal pieces in shades ranging from light periwinkle to dark sapphire.

Her fingers plucked at the bedcover made from some kind of sumptuous fabric with a thread count that made her eyes narrow. A shuffle of feet sounded on the plush carpet, drawing her attention. A tall, darkly attractive man came into her line of vision.

She blinked. "Who are you?"

He smirked. "All in good time, my dear." He perched on the edge of the bed but didn't invade her personal space.

All in good time? Not bloody likely.

She sat up. "No, now. Where's Staz?" And why did he bring her here?

Did he bring her?

The man's lips twisted. "On his way back home. He's got some damage control to do."

Everything came rushing back to her. The coffee. The blurry vision.

Tasha bit out a question. "Why am I here?" Her stomach roiled with anger and hurt.

The man shrugged. "Because I want you to be here. You are going to play a very important role in the future of our kind."

She scoffed. "Our kind? We're nothing special, more in tune with the universe maybe and able to manipulate certain forces to our advantage but still human just the same." What kind of asshole thought otherwise?

The man waved a hand. "You're wrong, Tasha. We're so much more, and you'll be the instrument that proves we're meant to rule this planet." He reached out and traced a finger along her cheekbone.

She snorted. "What kind of drugs have you been creating?" And how much of his supply did keep out for himself?

His nostrils flared in anger. "I don't create drugs. I have the ancient tiding to back up my claim." He spit the words out.

Her eyes widened. "The tiding is a myth. No way does it actually exist." But something shifted inside her, a door creaked open and she recognized the truth.

But she wouldn't be used by some jackass to further an agenda she wanted no part of.

Her creepy host smiled, guessing her thoughts. "You'll come around. Give it time."

She pressed her lips together in a flat line. Like hell.

I love where this story is going. It's coming together exactly as I hoped.

 

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Tantalizing Yule (a Holiday Spirit novella)

Bleh. It's been a week of frustration, and I can't really explain why. I hate it when I feel like everything is either standing in my way or that I'm stuck in reverse with zero forward momentum. Maybe August has just been a bit of a rough month even when there were fun things happening. Who knows?

Not a terrible weather week. The temperatures were fairly mild for August. I'll enjoy that while I can because it's supposed to heat up again this week.

I was supposed to head out for an annual get together with my cousins but ended up not being able to go because I didn't feel well at all. And next year I do believe I have a wedding on the weekend we usually get together so I'll be sending pictures from the ceremony to my fam!

Work projects kept me busy again. I finished up a copy edit and started a proofread. I also finally got all the images stripped from the developmental manuscript. Whew! There were a lot of them. I also scheduled a call with a potential new author and I'm excited to see where that goes.

Had an okay viewing week. I made it through all of my regular shows and binged Death in Paradise and Beyond Paradise again. They're my comfort go-to shows at the moment. I also spend some time watching a documentary about Dolly Parton to help ease the sting of losing the wonderful light she spread around the world.

Started with Marple again and I really do enjoy this version of the show. It was interesting to have something of a different narrator for the episode. The mystery ended up being twisty as usual.

Began a new series with Britain's Most Scenic Counties and visited Kent. I think there are several more episodes in that county, and I'm looking forward to seeing them.

Watched another episode of Beyond Paradise. I love Martha and Esther's friendship. They're so much fun. I'm very interested in where things go with Anne and her cryptic mention of the delicate situation with Mr. Smith. I have a great fear she might be dating him and that will suck majorly. I do love that Humphrey basically unloaded about the situation. Looking forward to a resolution about that. Also … Kelby blasted Margo kind of broke my heart but kudos to him for standing up for himself.

Enjoyed another Poirot episode. The mystery ended up being super twisty and I love how Poirot got very emotional during the reveal. Betrayal never sits well but it really stabs hard when it happens to Hercule.

Elementary had another great episode. I'm really wondering what's going to happen when Sherlock realizes his support person is a murderer. Or maybe it'll be a big twist, and he won't end up being a murderer. Either way, I'm very interested in what happens next.

Watched another episode of Young Justice, and I don't remember any of this one. A truly gut-wrenching watch. Loved the little bits of random characters popping up!

Caught another episode of Star Trek Lower Decks and I'm going to miss this show when I'm done. I seriously didn't know if I liked the show in the first season and now I'd pretty much die for these characters if needed. Ther really should be more seasons for me to enjoy.

As mentioned, I watched the beginning of a documentary about Dolly, and I hope to finish it this week … unless it's been taken down. I also watched quite a few music videos. What an amazing woman.

That's it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Tantalizing Yule, a holiday spirit sexy short.

Here's the miniblurb:

During the Yule season, Ginger Radiance, a holiday spirit, has to get Regina Royal, a sexy sprite, under the same roof with Fakhir Frenum, a studly spook. The two have a clash of wills, creating a massive snowstorm that leaves them stranded … plenty of time to let the holiday work its magick on the wary enemies.

And a preview snippet…

The thumping bass line pounded along the edge of Fakhir Frenum's skull. He manned his post—the back door to the Pleasure Palace—a preternatural hangout catering to the young and stupid. And so often … the two ended up being a toxic cocktail of annoyance and frustration.

Fakhir sighed. "Man, I've been doing this too long." Being a bouncer didn't rate high on his list of life achievements.

But, damn, the job paid well. Helped that Fakhir fit the mold. Big, beefy muscles and a grumpy countenance. Not all spooks had the right attitude for keeping order in the chaos of the Pleasure Palace. But all spooks looked incredible, which made them eye candy for many.

But the sprites were the worst.

Fun-loving creatures out for nothing but the best time always rubbed Fakhir the wrong way. And so often they didn't take no for an answer. Out of all the fae creatures, sprites were notorious for stirring shit up and leaving the mess for anyone else to clean up.

He grimaced. "Pretty much goes with the territory." But mopping up after a group of the spirited imps gave him the worst headache.

The back door opened and Fakhir blocked the couple trying to sneak in. "Exit only unless you're paid up." He held his hands up, barring their passage.

The male—a goblin with a reputation for not paying the cover charge—postured, trying to act tough. "We paid at the front. Just came out for some hot action." His hand slid over the female's ass.

Fakhir rolled his eyes. "Where's your stamp?" Anyone that left and planned to return had to get an ultraviolet mark. "And it better not be on your dick because I'm not in the mood to strip search you." But he would … and the goblin would regret trying Fakhir's patience.

The couple exchanged a glance and the man whispered something in the woman's ear.

She laughed lightly and batted her eyelashes. "Look, we're a little short on cash." She pitched her voice lower. "Can we maybe work out a payment arrangement?" A sexy trill vibrated around them.

Fakhir sighed when her tone shifted. Figured he'd have to deal with a siren trying to use her call. Too bad he'd learned how to block the temptresses long ago.

Her fingers traced his bicep. "I'm very skilled." She added some seduction to her voice waves. "I'd bet I can get you off in under five minutes." Her made a breathy sound that ended on a purr.

Fakhir quirked an eyebrow. "Then what would be the point? If you're gonna offer up sex, at least try to make it worth the fee to get in." He snorted.

She gasped, clearly insulted.

The guy jabbed a finger in Fakhir's chest and all but snarled his displeasure. "Now just a damned minute. I think you owe—"

Fakhir cut him off. "Don't bother asking. I won't apologize. Check your priorities, man." Frankly, the siren should demand satisfaction from her guy. "Chalk this up to a lesson learned and maybe try not to get your woman to offer payment in trade, especially this close to Yule." And maybe rethink a five-minute blow job.

He nudged them away from the door and pulled it shut then resumed his post. "Fuck, I need a new job." Or one that let him use his other skills instead of being a hot bouncer.

The Palace's owner's words, not Fakhir's opinion of himself. Manfred Mayhew catered to the brash, brazen, and beautiful crowd. He wanted his employees to tempt paying customers to the gilded cage. And he got them in large quantities.

He frowned at the memory of being propositioned. "Geez, sirens. They always think sex is the way to get what they want." Okay, sirens didn't have a lock on that.

Sprites, nymphs, and succubae liked get very suggestive with him too.

He huffed out a harsh breath. "I'm more than my dick." Too bad the club didn't need someone to do a light show.

He could make thunder and lightning. Of course, rain or snow followed. And all the yuck that went along with both.

He chuckled. "That wouldn't go over well in a place like this." He sobered. "Man, I need to get out of the city." At least being a bouncer gave him plenty of opportunity to expel his aggression, which kept him from lighting things up or blowing them through the walls.

He grunted. "There's an asshole in every crowd." Usually more than one.

Another knock sounded on the back door. Get ready to rumble. He jerked on the handle and got ready to throw down.

Instead, he blinked when an invite with his name on it floated above the ground. Fakhir opened the missive and read it.

When you need relief from the mindless chores…

But can't get away from the hapless bores.

Gather your gear and pack for one…

You've earned some solitary fun.

For a Yule that is bright and hale…

On midnight's stroke, slip through the veil.

Below the invitation he found an address for the Goodacre Bed and Breakfast.

Hell, yeah. He couldn't scoff at some downtime … especially if he got to be alone and away from the sheer craziness of the holiday season.

Fakhir slipped his phone from his pocket and called Manfred. "Hey, boss. I'm taking my saved personal time…"

I love writing the holiday spirit sexy shorts. From the fun, festive spirit names to the conflict that has to be overcome for the HEA, it's a joyful experience!

 

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye