Sunday Snippet: Price Paid

Whew. What a week. My middle kiddo—who's not really a kiddo anymore at twenty—ended up in an accident when a car turned in front of him across traffic. His car is pretty crunched up but he's thankfully okay. It's been a lot of phone calls this week to get a loaner car lined up and an insurance claim filed. I can say one thing with absolute certainty. I'm so glad we don't have many accidents or fender benders that need insurance company involvement. Yeesh.

I've been on a bit of a comfort viewing watch this past week. I stuck with more Peter Gunn episodes after watching the weekend marathon. I'm in the beginning of season two and about ten or so episodes in.

Also caught three groups of episodes with Classic Who. The six-part Web of Fear, which had some editing issues but it's better than not being available. I followed that with The Wheel in Space, another six-part arc. And then finished up with The Dominators, which is a five-part storyline. It looks like I'm in the last season of Two's run. I'm a little disappointed with how few episodes are available from his tenure.

I watched the last two episodes of series sixteen of Midsomer Murders and started the first episode of series seventeen. It's kind of odd how there was "The Flying Club" in sixteen and now "The Dagger Club" in seventeen.

I need to try to binge watch the final episodes of Riverdale to prepare for the new season starting soon. My heart is so heavy when I watch because they're the last episodes with Fred. I'm really looking forward to the premiere episode, which will be his memorial show.

And that's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Price Paid, a novella that started with a writing community prompt.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Reva Bane's actions lead Mitch Vanderman to a lot of harm, but seeking atonement shouldn't cause so much pain. Then again, betrayal sometimes demands a price paid in blood, and Reva is willing to shed some if he'll finally forgive her.

And a preview snippet…

Mitch waited outside Reva's townhouse. "What the hell is taking her so long?" She had a thing about him being seen at her place.

He knocked again and his preternatural senses kicked in, the tingling, prickling sensation of his hair standing on end his only warning. Seven grotesque creatures converged on him, their snarling maws gaping open and snapping shut.

Mitch flicked his gaze upward, toward Reva's bedroom window. The curtain fluttered but he couldn't see her. She sure as hell stood and watched though. He'd bet his life on the fact.

He backed away, turning in a slow circle. "Vengeance demons? Seriously." The bitter taste of betrayal coated his tongue.

Why? Why would Reva set this demon show up now? Because she played you, you moron.

He didn't want to believe she'd break the hunter code by putting him in peril. He also didn't want to acknowledge how much he'd come to give a damn about her. Even though she worked for the rival group.

Shaking his head, he readied for a battle. "Stupid idiot. Way to think with your dick instead of your head." No way would he admit his heart got involved.

And no way did he stand a chance against seven of these fuckers. Instead of wasting the effort, he whirled around and faced the townhouse, his gaze going straight for the upper window. Reva whipped the curtain aside, shouting something that looked like "fight".

He snorted. "Not gonna give you the satisfaction, babes." Talons clawed at his jacket, cutting through the thick leather.

Mitch made no move to resist. Why bother? For however long it took him to escape, his fate would be at the demons' mercy. And they thrived on aggression and hostility.

He be damned if he made their work easier.

And he would escape.

When the seven hell-spawns worked together to lift him off his feet, Mitch never looked away from the window. Reva didn't break away either. The defeat marring her features gave him a kick of satisfaction.

The ground opened up and began swallowing the demons along with Mitch.

He made one final gesture, flipping up his middle finger. "Get ready, Reva. You'll pay for this."

Mitch is not going to enjoy his time with the vengeance demons but the way he escapes will pay off when he's back on solid ground and close to Reva.

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Nowhere Good

Got a solid week of TV viewing in because the weather has been so back and forth it's easier to not plan anything. LOL

Caught another episode of Chicago Fire and, wow, it was terrific. The whole creepy buildup to the reveal played out really well. I have some thoughts on Brett and Casey but won't hold my breath to see what I want there. Loved seeing some good interaction with Kelly and Stella.

Watched the premiere episode of Daredevil's third season. Not a bad start at all. Enjoyed Karen and Foggy the most and liked seeing Matt try to come back. I'm not completely down with him being all pissy about everything but then again why wouldn't he be?

Enjoyed Frankie Drake Mysteries third episode. I kind of miss Frankie having different guys revolve in and out of her life, but she's got chemistry with the detective… even though I'd kind of like Mary to hook up with him.

Riverdale does batshit crazy better than just about any other show out there. As much as I like Mark Consuelos as an actor, I truly loathe Hiram and seriously see nothing redeeming in his characterization. That's usually when I start to lose interest. Here's hoping that doesn't happen with this show.

Watched several more episodes of Blue Heelers. I can't quite decide if I like the detective or not. And Wayne's wife Roz annoys me sometimes. That said, I love the show. Glad I picked it to watch.

Arrow managed to surprise me with the Brothers and Sisters episode. I'm very intrigued with Adrian Paul playing a bad guy. I can't wait to find out what his connection is to Emiko… I have several thoughts about how it might tie into how Oliver spent some of his time in earlier seasons and who he spent that time with. We'll see if I'm right.

Caught the finale of The Murders and it did not disappoint. I so hope this show gets another season and, if so, it needs to have Nolan. Just saying.

Watched another episode of Classic Roswell and enjoyed it again. I like how viewers can almost see the moment Valenti shifts his perspective on possible alien residency in Roswell.

Speaking of Roswell... New Mexico added the actress who plays Rosa as a series regular for season two. I admit this concerns me. Not because I didn't enjoy the actress; more because this is already a huge cast and I'd rather not have my favorites lose screen time. Maria was woefully underused and my hope is Rosa will help bring her into the fold. If not, I might be saying "so long" to Roswell, New Mexico… which actually saddens me because the first season is still eating my brain.

Caught another episode of Painkiller Jane and it's one I didn't remember. I liked seeing how Jane's situation ties into the whole neuro craziness while at the same time is a completely different beast altogether.

Durham County is so damn hard to watch sometimes. I mean that in the best possible way. It's such a raw emotional look at the big and little things that make people who they are. Ray senior has got to be one of the worst examples of humanity and I want to know how the hell he got to be such a waste of life. Hopefully there's an answer in the series somewhere.

Watched another episode of Midsomer Murders and it was really terrific. Sometimes, especially with a show that's been on so long, episodes feel like they're a rehashing of previous seasons. This one was definitely not.

Caught two more episodes of Peter Gunn and Classic Who. There's something fun about watching black and white television. Maybe it's the nostalgia factor?

In the Dark ripped a huge band-aid off Murphy's life and, boy, did she react. Sometimes I get frustrated with her prickly demeanor but her flaws really are front and center and Jess always has the best way of presenting why it's easy to overlook some of Murphy's abrasive personality traits.

Last but not least, I watched another episode of Blade and I'd remembered it from the first go around. I can't say seeing Marcus's origin story really made me sympathetic to him but I can see how Krista got sucked into the scenario of maybe seeing some shades of gray there.

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Nowhere Good, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt.

Here's the mini-blurb:

After wiping out a rival fae faction, Adrian Stock plants a hot kiss on Shaun Henrickton, a fellow enforcer, and their world tilts sideways. They've got custom and ritual, protocol, and baggage between them and if they cave to their baser feelings, the outcome can't go anywhere good.

And a preview snippet…

Adrian Stock hurled a huge pile of concrete blocks toward the line of fire demons outside the warehouse. "You'd better let the hostages go." Her aim true, five of the beasts went down and shimmered back to the depths.

Her fellow enforcer, Shaun Henrickton, swept another three up in a whirlwind, increasing the speed of the twirling tower until they blew apart. "Thirty seconds to set the sirens free or the rest of you have the same fate." He conjured another mass of spinning air and expanded his arms.

The lead demon hissed a response. "Do your best. We know what we're up against now." He lifted an arm and the remaining two hellspawns rolled into action, shooting flaming arcs from their fingertips.

Adrian anticipated the counterstrike and moved a vat of water in front of Shaun who flung the whirlwind against it and doused the flames. The demons sizzled and popped before blipping out of sight.

Adrian strode toward the leader and lashed out with a whipcord noose, snagging the firebrand around the throat. "Let them go. Call back your inferno so they can get out." She tightened the bonds, cutting off the demons air supply.

He struggled and sent a line of fire in her direction. Her jacket singed but she darted to one side, twisting the rope more. Jerking hard, she got behind the red-skinned beast.

Pressing her advantage, she snarled in his ear. "Call it back and you can live to shimmer another day." She marched him forward, putting him within range to remove the wall of fire separating the fae creatures from safety.

The demon growled and choked out a command. The burning barrier shrank down until it finally extinguished. He thrashed and fought his confines again, demanding to be let go.

Adrian loosened the noose but didn't plan to let the hell beast get away. "Ranger Band, you're under caution by the ruling houses of the glade. You'll stand for judgment of your actions—" A bolt of heat shot up her arm, stopping her vocal warning.

Son of a bitch. She dropped, landing on her left side to dampen the flickering flames. Her right hand kept a tight hold on the whip, instinct and years of being an enforcer kicking in to keep her quarry.

Shaun raced forward, snagging the weapon from her and twisting hard. The demon's neck snapped and he sank to his knees before faceplanting on the gravel surface of the parking lot. The group of sirens came running out, huddled together. Adrian shook off her ruined coat and ran a palm over the burnt skin of her forearm.

Lucky. The damage could be much worse. If not for Shaun…

She startled when he grasped her hand, looking down to inspect the burned area. "Are you okay? Do you need a healer?" He gingerly turned her arm back and forth, trying to assess how badly she'd been hurt.

Luckily, not too much. And only because of him. They saved each other on a regular basis. Always had each other's backs. But only Shaun knew how much she fear fire and hated dealing with creature who could wield it.

She should be seeing to the sirens, making sure they were unharmed and helping them get back to safety.

But, right now, Shaun held all of her attention. He'd killed the demon, usually a last resort once the warning and reading of charges began. And he'd done it to save her.

Adrian gently pulled her arm away and reached up to cup his face. "I'm fine. I'll get Matilda to take a look later." She shivered a little, the chilly air seeping through her lightweight shirt.

Shaun held her gaze and her heart kicked hard when his revealed the worry, concern, and an unguarded depth of something else. The thing they never talked about for more reasons than either could keep track of. The indefinable feeling they regularly ignored so they could keep working together.

Adrian let the unnamed emotion swell and take hold then threw caution out the door and slid one hand to the back of Shaun's head. "Thank you. I owe you my life." She tugged him closer and pressed her mouth against his.

Big mistake.

What she planned as a brief kiss slid into a deeper embrace, with his tongue sweeping past her lower lip and tangling with hers. Everything except Shaun faded into nothingness; the fire demons, the sirens, the cold snap of the night air, her injury. All were forgotten against the backdrop of swirling awareness coursing through her veins.

One thought took up prominence in her mind.

Shaun Henrickton kissed like a god and rocked her world.

Trouble. I'm in very big trouble.

This is a fun story to write. I love it when characters take a random moment and let it open their eyes.

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Veering Off Course

Hello, October. We're getting into the fall season and that means the rest of the year is going to fly by! The beginning of October always marks the start of the holiday season for me. Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas / Yule. I'm excited!

The Last Ship had a decent episode. I was so hoping Giorgio got blown up but, alas, not the case. Here's hoping he meets with a satisfying ending sometime in the near future. His whole family can go up in flames and I wouldn't shed a tear.

I haven't watched Teen Wolf's finale yet. I'm not quite ready for its end. But it's going to be terrific. I have no doubt.

Got a few more episodes of The Defenders in. I really didn't see Alexandria's end… if it's an actual ending. You just never know with the Hand.

Hawaii Five-0 said goodbye to Max in a great episode. I'm about halfway through the season and still enjoying.

Gotham's second episode ended up being excellent. I love how everything is coming together. Interesting to see Barbara back on the screen.

That's it for television this week. Looking forward to more of my favorite shows being back soon. Tonight's post is from Veering Off Course, a novella where one of the main characters struggles to control her elemental powers.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Raine Shippley tends to go her own way, always veering off course. When her true path is revealed, Dalton Tucker thinks they'll finally have a chance, but Raine disappears and he's left to follow the trail alone… or so he thinks.

And a preview snippet…

Raine hated taking her drama out on Dalton all the time. Being in his arms soothed her raging internal battle, but the balm wouldn't last for long. If she didn't get her shit straightened out, nothing Dalton did would save her.

Not even loving her.

She eased away from him. "I'm so tired, Dalton. I can't remember the last time I slept." Two hours here and there didn't do much for rejuvenating her wounded spirit.

He cupped her face. "Stay with me tonight. I'll keep watch and when you start tossing and turning, I'll help you stay under." His lips brushed over hers. "You need rest, even if it's not one hundred percent natural."

He never failed to hit the right answer. She couldn't make decisions, couldn't think, because exhaustion and turmoil warred for prominence in her mind. She craved the sheer bliss of nothingness, of going deep into the ether, sliding into oblivion even if only for one night.

She rested her forehead against his. "I'll stay." Her head dropped to his shoulder. "Thank you." She let out a chuckle. "I so wish we were using your bed for something else."

Dalton's laugh rumbled up from his chest. "Maybe later… after you've had time to recharge a little. Right now you wouldn't be any fun." He flinched when she slugged him on the bicep.

But his words were true. Lethargy had her limbs trembling and she wouldn't be much of an active participant if they attempted a romp between the sheets. And she definitely liked participating, fully and completely.

Raising her head, she smiled. "Take me to bed, Dalton." Her lips twisted into a smirk.

He rolled his eyes then shifted to stand behind her. "Let's go, sweets." He led her into his room and pulled back the covers. "Into bed with you."

She crawled between the cool, crisp sheets and leaned back against the pillows. "Will you sit beside me?" Holding out a hand, she hoped he would.

He clasped her fingers. "Sure. I'll be right here." He settled next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

The lights dimmed and the room grew quiet. Raine rested her head on his chest, his steady heartbeat against her ear. Dalton remained silent, the sound of his breathing slow and measured.

Raine's eyelids drifted shut, Dalton's presence lulling her into a light slumber. Soon… peace and tranquility… and blessed sleep.

I'm hoping Raine's journey ends up taking her where I want her to go. Characters sometimes discover other paths they want to explore.

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Various Reasons

What an incredible episode of The Last Ship! I loved the whole storm at sea and the cat and mouse game with the Greek ships. My fingers are crossed nothing happens to Master Chief. I'll be very upset if he dies.

Teen Wolf brought back even more former Beacon Hills faces. I'm excited and a little melancholy about tonight's episode. I'll be totally thrilled if Monroe finally dies a spectacular death.

I'm four episodes in on The Defenders and pretty much love it so far. Even Danny isn't as annoying as I thought he'd be. Jessica and Luke make me happy. Not as a couple or anything, I just love their shorthand conversations. And, of course, Matt is pretty much my favorite, always.

Hawaii Five-0 is pretty terrific in season seven. I like the interactions and pretty much like Steve getting some closure with Katherine. I'm not even halfway through the season yet, but here's hoping the remaining episodes are as good.

Gotham returned! I completely missed the premiere date but got caught up the next day. I LOVED the first episode of the season. I'm thrilled the show seems to have found its footing and delivers great television on a consistent basis.

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Various Reasons, a novella that started with the two-word prompt, "marry me".

Here's the mini-blurb:

Paloma and Cedric keep putting off thinking or talking about the future—they've got a fae war on their hands, but after a particularly ugly skirmish, Paloma decides it's time to open the topic for discussion. Cedric is so shocked, he's not quite sure he believes her, but once Paloma gets through the list of various reasons, he's close to getting on board.

And a preview snippet…

"Cedric! Four more coming your way."

Paloma Writhe shouted the warning to her partner, Cedric Waters. Hellhounds made for nasty opponents and groups of four closed in from all sides. Not the first time she and Ced got boxed in… and this time, they'd planned this little experiment, putting themselves in the line of fire to hopefully contain casualties.

"Get ready, Palo. Time to close the gap." Cedric eased backward, luring two of the snarling groups closer.

They formed a semicircle around him.

Paloma mimicked his maneuver, achieving the same result. "It's working, Ced. We've got them in the open but focused on us instead of civilian citizens." Their on the fly plan couldn't have come together any better.

The growling and snapping dogs closed in, pushing Paloma and Cedric into a back to back stance. Exactly what they'd hoped for. She and Cedric became a seamless fighting machine when they were pushed to their limit.

The top dog on Ced's side leapt forward and went flying when Cedric struck out with a whip. The resulting high-pitched yelp of pain incited the other hellhounds and they attacked en masse. Like a well-oiled machine, Paloma and Cedric countered every ferociously snapping jaw, vicious swipe of a talon-edged claw, and the noxious, foul-smelling drool that dripped from the jowls of the beasts.

The saliva contained an acidic paralytic that ate through clothing and numbed exposed skin. She and Cedric had prepared, wearing multiple layers and protective goggles and gloves. But… with a dozen attacking hounds, they wouldn't have long to battle.

Paloma focused on knocking back the largest mangy cur on her side of the line. Using a stun baton, she jabbed the tip into the lower throat of the huge hound. The animal shook with the shock of voltage then dropped to the ground.

She grunted with satisfaction. "Second one down. Ten to go." Circling with Cedric at her back, she primed the second baton, giving the first time to regain its charge.

Cedric lashed out with the whip, cracking it above the heads of two slathering black dogs. They cringed downward giving Ced the opportunity to slash the closest animal—a yellow-furred mutt with long fangs—with his blade. Blood spurted, spraying everything, including Paloma and Cedric.

He spun around again. "Gah. Another one gone, but the scent of blood will rile the rest." Using the whip, he gave them a little more room to maneuver.

Paloma bit back a laugh. As if the metallic aroma could cut through the stench of the hounds. Her nostrils burned with the disgusting fumes.

But… the adrenaline rush… nothing topped it. Especially with Cedric along for the ride. Paloma ducked a flying mass of fur and popped back up to spin around again, giving Cedric room to use the whip. She didn't have to think about where to be or what to do, instinct from being Cedric's partner now fully ingrained.

For five years, they'd been a team. Working together first then moving in together two years ago. They shared a life—or what resembled one in the brewing fae skirmishes that bordered on all-out war. The blood scribe died without naming an heir and four different factions battled for control of the fae realm.

If she and Cedric beat the hellhounds, the vying groups would be down to three. The shifters couldn't win if they didn't have their demon dogs. And the packs tended to be neutral because they had their own hierarchy to follow. Made the job easier.

If only it made being a couple easier.

She did not just have that thought. Okay, she did. I've been fighting something more permanent because who the hell knows how this shit show is going to end? Did it really matter?

No. No, it didn't.

Paloma froze for a moment. Holy shit. She wanted to make her relationship with Cedric official.

The revelation threw her off just enough to lose her concentration. She stepped out of sync and directly into the path of a snarling hound. The crack of Ced's whip struck the dog in midair. It twisted to one side, hitting the building and rolling to a stop.

Paloma glanced over her shoulder. "Thanks." She got back in position and rejoined the fight.

They had five more hounds to dispatch.

I'm pretty pleased with how this one is coming together. I like Paloma and Cedric's banter and teamwork.

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Reflection of a Kiss

February in Ohio can be an angsty monster. Two days ago we hit almost eighty degrees. Yesterday, we had a fifty-degree drop in temperature and snow. Seriously… Mother Nature has a warped sense of humor. Just saying.

I'll be skipping this week's The Walking Dead but thoroughly enjoyed last Sunday's episode. I'm always up for Daryl and Carol being in the same space.

The Flash ended up being pretty good, but I need to rewatch. Too many distractions going on while it aired. I did get to see most of Legends of Tomorrow and I'm torn between really hating Rip as a bad guy and kind of enjoying it. I'm very fickle sometimes.

Arrow ended up being awesome! Thea moving behind the scenes to protect her brother is terrific, even when she goes too far. The Merlyn blood is strong in her. I loved Oliver comparing her to Moira, too. A nice, subtle reminder of her other role model in life.

Riverdale got real with the Blossom family secrets. I loved getting some dark background on them. Also enjoyed some of the other undertones pinging in the background. I'm a little confused about Fred's marital status… didn't he say he and Mary split up but they're civil to each other? Oh well, whatever adds more drama, right?

I'm halfway through season two of Daredevil and still enjoying it. It's not as tightly written as the first season, but I love where things are going.

And that's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Reflection of a Kiss, a sexy short that got its start from a writing community prompt. Write a short story where one main character reflects on the differences when kissing her partner, her lover, her direct superior and her husband… and they're all the same man. I really fell hard for this prompt.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Pryce Baker and Fisk Darrison, two hunters in the middle of a supernatural war, have many different types of kisses. It's not easy maintaining a relationship in the middle of enemy territory, but they take the time to reflect on what they have and make it work.

And a preview snippet…

Pryce handled making the lair secure. A simple hex spell would keep intruders out but let their other recruits in. She changed the entry incantation every day.

A quick note to the next group who came in explained what the next target would be and where each member should be posted. McBain could kiss her ass if he thought she'd stick around to personally brief everyone. She had plans. A hot shower to wash away a full week of infiltrating enemy territory and a long, rejuvenating session in bed with Fisk.

In exactly that order.

Stripping her shirt off, she entered the room she shared with Fisk and warded the door. After tossing her top in the laundry pile, she moved into the bathroom, grinning at the sauna-like atmosphere. The tiny space had a tub, shower, sink, and toilet and not much else. Okay, the mirrored wall added some depth… and other possibilities.

She'd give McBain credit for finding the abandoned hotel with one decent wing their group could use as a base of operations.

She popped the button on her pants, momentarily distracted by the sight of Fisk's ass behind the frosted glass of the shower door. No man's butt should look that good. Then again, the rest of the package matched the sculpted behind.

"Stop looking at my ass and get yours in here." Fisk nudged the door open. "My five-minute head start is long over."

Pryce wriggled out of her fatigues and entered the stall with Fisk. He tucked her in front of him, the spray of hot water providing instant relaxation. She moaned, letting her head fall forward, liquid sluicing over her scalp and shoulders.

Fisk started at her nape, brushing the hair aside. His hands smoothed over her skin, the cleansing gel washing away the day's grit and grunge. Long fingers massaged knots from tight muscles, ghosted over bruises and bumps, and teased with a promise of what would come soon.

Pryce lathered up her hair, her fingertips working the snags and snarls loose. A thorough rinse off and—viola—a new person emerged. One clean, relaxed, and ready for action.

She turned in Fisk's arms and lifted her chin. He meshed their mouths together in a lover's kiss. The slow, sexy slide of his tongue against hers, the sweeping lust holding her in its grip. She craved intimate contact. Hot… so, so hot.

Fisk shut the water off and swept his arm under her legs, lifting her, dripping wet, to carry her into their room. His mouth never left hers, the wickedly erotic lip-lock inching the temperature up another notch. He smoothly deposited her on the bed and crawled over top of her.

Breaking the kiss, he nuzzled her throat. "Bad news. I kind of made plans." His lips latched on to the sensitive spot below her ear.

Pryce threaded her fingers through his hair. "You did? And what would those be?" Her back arched when his teeth nipped her earlobe.

Propping up on one elbow, Fisk skimmed a hand along her ribcage to cup a breast. "Listening to you gasp and moan for the rest of the night." His fingers captured her nipple, tweaking it before his head dipped to nibble around the tip.

Pryce smiled and worked her hand between them, palming his long erection. "I think you'd better get started then."

This might end up going longer than a sexy short, but I love where Pryce and Fisk are as a couple.

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Order of Aggression

Gotham continues to intrigue me. I'm a little lost when it comes to Leigh and what's going on with her, but I'm in for the ride. The double Bruce's are definitely interesting so here's hoping that story pays off in a good way.

Still behind on Agents of SHIELD. Gotta try and catch up before the new episode.

The Flash kicked butt. I'll be disappointed if the whole resetting of the timeline keeps happening though. That said, it seems like there are some solid repercussions, which I'm totally down with.

Arrow also rocked. I'm thrilled to have the Russian storyline for the flashbacks. According to the scuttlebutt, this is the last year for flashbacks so I plan to enjoy. Moving forward, I'll be interested to see how things play out. Maybe they'll do futurescapes or something.

In all honesty, Van Helsing isn't quite doing it for me. I'll give it the rest of the season to see if the storyline improves. I'd really like to fall for this show.

MacGyver is seriously not bad. I do love the callbacks to the original but also the updated vibe of the new. I'm interested in the whole father thing, because the impression is Mac's is still living. That should be a fun twist.

Not sure I'm looking forward to The Walking Dead's premiere. I may skip the opener and watch The Talking Dead instead. I've got the same feeling I had during season two, which I ended up skipping.

Supergirl and Legends of Tomorrow are up next. We've had football airing on our local CW channel so I might be playing catch up again.

And that's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Order of Aggression, a novella based on the idea one character has to get another to do something (in this case follow an order) they don't want to do and they have to get physical to make it happen.

Here's the mini-blurb:

When Ames Braddock is ordered to take out an enemy outpost with possible civilian casualties, he calls on Parker Hart to be his second, but Parker balks at the idea. Ames isn't thrilled with the mission, but he needs Parker and he's not above using aggression to bring her in line, which gets the job done, but also backfires when she demands satisfaction.

And preview snippet…

Ames Braddock met the gaze of his superior. "You know what you're asking me to do, right?" Jamen Lane also happened to be an old friend. "The repercussions could bite you seriously hard on the ass." Not to mention haunt Ames for the rest of his days.

Jamen gave a terse nod. "I'm more than aware, Ames. It took a lot to get to this decision." He got up and paced back and forth behind the desk. "We can't afford to lose anyone else."

Except Ames and whoever he chose to be his number two for the mission. Sometimes it sucked to be good at his job. Pulling this off, even at his skill level, would be a nightmare.

Ames heaved a sigh. "Just to be straight. You're ordering me to take out the outpost, also known as the Fifth Street Saloon. It's heavily fortified, fiercely guarded, and a haven for normals that live on the edge." In other words, a massive cluster fuck from beginning to end.

Jamen lifted a shoulder. "Yeah, that's the order." He stopped pacing. "The good news? The surrounding buildings are empty." He managed to keep a straight face when delivering the supposed bonus.

Ames rolled his eyes. "Well, whoop-di-fucking-do. You know there's a greater than eighty percent chance they're full of traps, pitfalls, and seriously dangerous shit, right?" Of course, Jamen had the probability figured already.

His boss shot Ames a hard stare. "Why do you think I'm sending you?" His mouth thinned to a slash across his face.

Ames shook his head. "Because everyone else would say no goddamn way, tell you to fuck off, and walk away." He gave Jamen a level look. "You know I won't refuse and I'm the only one with the balls to maybe pull this off." But he couldn't do it alone.

A lot of relief and hint of humor crept into Jamen's gaze. "Speaking of your balls, how are you gonna keep them intact when you ask her?" The fact he left the 'her' nameless spoke volumes.

And Ames had no idea how he'd approach the prickly situation. Probably make the request an order and play hardball. Wouldn't that go over like a brick shithouse?

He shrugged. "I have no goddamned clue." He turned and started for the exit.

Jamen called out a parting shot. "Wanna borrow my cup?" A snicker followed the pithy comment.

Ames didn't respond vocally. Instead, he let his middle finger do the talking.

He left the room to the sound of Jamen's laughter.

This one is going to be a lot of fun. Here's hoping the sage keep feeding me good material.

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Nothing Special

July 31, 2016

The Last Ship might be the death of me. Last week's episode had my heart pounding. I forgot to breathe during the escape from the minefield, which happened toward the end of the episode. Then, I live tweeted that I'd be drinking like five shots of alcohol for fortitude because there was still time for something else crazy to happen—with only three minutes left in the show! And, of course, something else CRAZY did happen. LOL What a way to end.

Killjoys is seriously becoming one of my very favorite shows. I'm completely sucked into what's going on and in love with the subtle nuances and shifts in relationships. I have a sneaky suspicion there's going to be a big payoff for some of the dynamics being set into motion. Can't wait to see what happens next.

Dark Matter has a terrific cadre of women characters. I'm interested in the newest addition to the crew and hope she sticks around for a while. Not to take away anything from the men. They hold their own, too. Nice to see a familiar face acting alongside the android in this episode. Okay, maybe not alongside, but in the same vicinity. LOL

Still no Strike Back this week due to a crazy schedule again. But… with the sad news of Jerry Doyle's passing, I'm very happy to be in the middle of a Babylon 5 rewatch. Almost finished with season two and looking forward to starting the third.

Tonight's post is from Nothing Special, a sexy short that got a start with a prompt asking to write a story around the solstice having come and gone but one character has something for the other.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Masha Tuck and Ryce Reynoldson work tirelessly around the winter solstice to help provide a meaningful celebration to their fae and non-fae neighbors. Masha uncovers the perfect gift for Ryce—just a book, nothing special—but if she gives it to him, it'll add depth to their weird relationship and she's not sure she's ready for them to be a 'thing'.

And a preview snippet…

Ryce stepped back, inviting Masha into his cottage. "Hey. I didn't expect you until tomorrow." When she entered, he closed the door then turned and grasped her shoulders. "But I'm glad you're here." His hands slid up to cup her face.

Leaning in, his mouth closed over hers. She responded with a low moan, which always turned him on. Ryce didn't know why she'd stopped by, but he welcomed having her. The crazy schedule they'd kept from samhain to solstice didn't allow for much more than insanely hot sex and dodging the weather fronts when they moved through.

Never enough time to really sit down, relax, have a discussion. Not that Masha did the whole conversation thing to a great extent. She'd squirm in her seat then get up and pace the room when talk turned to anything personal or deeper than fae council business.

He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue past her lips. Masha's hands grabbed moved up to his chest and one fisted in his t-shirt. He angled his head to one side and moved her further into the living room. She grasped his bicep to keep her balance and a muffled thunk followed.

Ryce eased away from her and glance down. Masha stooped and scooped up a large book, tucking it under her arm again. The bulk of her coat hid it from his view.

Curious.

He blinked and shook his head. "Sorry, Masha. Didn't realize you were carrying around heavy book." He nodded toward the sofa, fighting back a sheepish grin. "Then again, didn't give you time to say anything when you walked in either."

Masha's lips curved but a pink flush stained her cheeks. "Er, well… I rather liked the warm welcome." She eased away and placed the book on his ottoman before shrugging out of her outerwear. "The book's for you." Turning away, she draped her jacket over the arm of a chair, not meeting his gaze.

Ryce tilted his head to one side, eyeing her. Interesting. Hedging her bets? Not her style at all. What kind of book did she bring him?

The answer could wait for a moment. Ryce strolled over to his antique hutch and opened the top doors. He had a little something for her, too.

Masha finally settled on the sofa and lifted a shoulder when he turned around. "The book is nothing special. Just something I thought you'd like." She folded her hands in her lap.

Ryce paused mid-step. "How about I judge the significance?" He crossed the small distance and dropped down beside her on the couch. "I have a something small for you, too." He set an ornate box on the ottoman next to the book.

This one is fun. I love to write an internal conflict being overcome by love.

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Same Time Next Year

May 24, 2015

For all those in the US, Happy Memorial Day when it gets here tomorrow.

Now for the good stuff. Orphan Black… I'm so very angry with you, right now. *side eyes the show runners* All I have to say is the loss better be worth it, which I figure it will be, but yeah, still sad.

The Bitten on Friday was one of my favorite episodes from season two. I'm thinking they planted some seeds for season three, which we are getting. Yay!!

Finished season three, part two of Teen Wolf and wow… I'm going to miss a few characters. I'd rather have both back and NOT have to insane Kate to deal with, but okay, I'll reserve full judgment. LOL

Looking forward to the new episodes of my previously listed shows. Bring on June!

Tonight's post is from Same Time Next Year, a novella where my main characters set a date to meet, but have no idea what's coming their way.

Here's the tagline:

After commiserating over failed hook-ups, Tessa Gem and Hart Cantley make a date for the following year at the same time, but they have no idea their fae collective will be at war when they meet again.

And a preview snippet…

Tessa tilted her head to the side. Hmmm. Hart Cantley. She hadn't seen him since she graduated hunter training with his brother Joplin. He looked damned attractive; his dark head bent forward, the stubble of his jaw blending into the shadows of his corner booth. She grabbed her coffee and strolled over to his table.

Getting closer, she noticed his sour demeanor. Maybe now wouldn't be the best time to get reacquainted. She paused, waffling, then took the three steps she needed to reach him.

Setting her cup down, she cleared her throat. "Hart? Hart Cantley?" When he glanced up, she continued. "Tessa Gem. I went through hunter training with your brother, Joppy."

Recognition crept into his gaze. "Tessa, hi." He nodded toward the empty seating area. "Please, join me." He slid over a little to give her some room. "But I warn you, I may not be good company." A haunted look took residence in his eyes.

She snagged her coffee and settled into the booth. "Rough night?" He didn't seem hungover, which she wished she could claim.

He frowned. "Didn't start out that way, but yeah, as of an hour ago I have a whole different viewpoint." His gaze shifted and he studied her a moment. "You, on the other hand, have a freshly laid glow." His lips curved in a brief smile. "I think you win the prize for best morning after." Picking up his mug, he took a large gulp.

She lifted a shoulder. "I can't complain. And at least the glow covers up the wicked hangover I've got going on." Her gut twisted a little. "I don't actually remember much of last night, but I know I had a good time."

He snorted. "Wish I could say the same."

He didn't elaborate and her interest piqued. Tessa fought a losing battle to mind her business. The burning desire to discover what had him out of sorts took center stage in her brain.

A guy like Hart always had his shit together. At least Joplin raved about his brother's awesome track record. Seeing Hart on the downside kicked her curious nature into high gear.

She nudged his leg with her foot. "Wanna talk about it?" Bringing her cup up, she blew across the top, hoping she came across as sympathetic and not super-nosy.

Hart heaved a sigh. "I slept with someone I shouldn't have last night." His voice dropped to a low tone. "I didn't find out until this morning she's my soon-to-be stepsister, Rhonda." A shudder went through him.

Tessa's mouth dropped open. "Ouch." And holy shit, that would teach her to push for information. "Are you sure you want to discuss this? I can mind my own business, if you don't." And keep her mouth shut, since the situation reeked of family drama.

Hart rolled his eyes. "I seriously doubt it'll matter. The woman seems to thrive on making things awkward." He shoved his cup away.

Tessa leaned in. "Okay, then I have to ask. Why?"

He grumbled. "Why couldn't she have been up front instead of playing a stupid game?" His shoulder lifted. "I have no idea. And she has a completely fucked up reason to keep her identity a big secret."

Tessa had to ask. "Why did she?" She braced for his answer, instincts screaming it would be a doozy.

Hart shook his head. "This is the best part. She wanted to see if we had chemistry." He repeated the word. "Chemistry. Apparently she had the notion a double wedding might be nice." His mouth thinned to a flat line. "I mean her dad is marrying my mom, maybe lightning would strike twice."

Tessa choked on her coffee. "Holy shit." Doozy didn't describe the reason.

Completely bat shit came much closer.

Hart nodded. "Exactly."

Tessa quirked an eyebrow. "I take it matrimonial bliss isn't on your agenda." Not that she blamed him.

Hart's eyes widened. "Right now? Hell, no." He slid his mug back in front of him. "And I don't even want to attend my mom's wedding now. I don't get why Rhonda even thought I'd want to interact with her after the stunt she pulled." Hart shot her a sideways glance. "Do I look like I get off on crazy?"

Tessa bit back a laugh. "I'm the wrong person to ask, because I don't do normal." She tilted her head to one side. "But my guess would be, Rhonda wanted to test the waters and knew you'd never go for it if you knew who she was."

Hart agreed. "She'd be right. But it's not like I'm a prize or anything. The whole double wedding thing makes my head ache."

Tessa grinned. "Okay, that part I get." She leaned back, studying him for several long moments. "I'd totally take a shot with you." She paused. "But I'd be brutally honest about what I wanted, which is definitely not marriage."

He scoffed. "Right." Then he straightened when she continued to hold his gaze. "Wait, you're serious?" He shook his head. "Are you sure you're not some long, lost cousin? Because that's how my luck runs lately." He glanced away. "But I'm truly tempted to take you up on the offer."

Tessa frowned. "There's no way we're related. My family history is pretty straight forward." She checked the time, wishing she didn't have to head out so soon. "But if you're tempted, let's meet back here one year from now and see if there's still a spark."

His eyes went wide. "Are you serious?"

She snorted. "Relax, Hart. It's not like I expect you to be celibate the whole time. But yeah, I'm serious."

He pondered her words, but stayed silent.

Tessa backpedaled a little. "Look, if we find someone else in the meantime, no worries. But the way my luck is running, that won't happen."

He narrowed his eyes. "Why not now?" His voice went rough and seductive.

The door opened and her driver walked in. "Because that's my cue to ship out of here." She rose and hoisted her bag over her shoulder, ready to leave. "I'm headed for Detroit to track the vampire uprising."

Hart scrambled up after her. "Okay. One year from now, we'll meet back here." He stuck out his hand. "It's a date."

She laughed and grasped his palm. "Try not to fall into bed with any other potential family members."

He rolled his eyes but gave her a wide grin.

Hart definitely won't have to worry about Tessa's taunt because their happy little world is headed for big conflicts.

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Reflection of a Kiss

Whew. How about that Arrow finale? I'm pretty happy with season three overall and look forward to four. Now we'll find out what happens with The Flash and then patiently wait for Legends of Tomorrow. If you haven't seen the trailer, go find it and watch. :D

Orphan Black? So much love for the show. I was actually pretty thrilled to see some Paul and Sarah interaction. My fingers are crossed he stays firmly on her side. And the Helena one-liners were totally golden. On a freakish note, I'm really interested in what's going on with the women the Castor clones have slept with. I kind of want Gracie to be okay.

Bitten and Lost Girl are rolling right along. Looking forward to having Defiance and Dominion back on my television, and I hope Killjoys and Dark Matter prove to be good viewing fare. Nothing beats new episodes of my favorite shows in the summer months.

And last but not least, my mainlining of Teen Wolf continues. I'm up to the second part of season three and quite engrossed. Each season seems to be better than the one before, which always makes me happy.

So… enough TV talk. Tonight's post is from Reflection of a Kiss, a sexy short where my main characters realize they need to grab moments when they can.

Here's the tagline:

Pryce Baker and Fisk Darrison, two hunters in the middle of a supernatural war, have many different types of kisses. It's not easy maintaining a relationship in the middle of enemy territory, but they take the time to reflect on what they have and make it work.

And a preview snippet…

Pryce entered the lair and finally broke her silence. "Seven hell beasts… not bad." She tucked her crossbow in its slot and shrugged out of her jacket.

Fisk lifted a shoulder. "All in a day's work." He stowed his weapons in the space next to hers.

She tossed her coat on the pegged shelf. "Oh yeah? That last one would've jumped my ass if you hadn't set up the shot and called out the warning." She laid a hand on his arm. "That was some great hunting." She stepped back, letting him remove his vest and thermal shirt.

Fisk lifted a brow. "Is that praise I hear? Coming from you?" With the way they'd been sniping and snarling lately, she kind of surprised him.

Pryce smirked. "Ha. Ha. You know I give credit when it's due." She paused and met his gaze. "And, Fisk, it's more than past due." She glanced away, a guilty flush staining her cheeks.

The same gnarly shame kicked him in the gut. They wasted so much time being pissed off at each other when they should be living and loving. Sometimes hard to do unless they made the time for each other.

Fisk decided to try mending fences on his side, too. "Oh, really?" He did a quick scan of the outer deck area, found it empty, and crossed his arms over his chest. "Prove it."

Pryce snorted a laugh, but leaned in and bussed his lips with hers. "Kick ass job, Fisk. You deserve a medal." She winked and stepped back.

The icy finally broken, Fisk flashed a grin. "I'll settle for first turn in the showers. You can handle things here, right?" Considering the rest of their ranks hadn't returned yet, she wouldn't have much to do.

Pryce laughed and he loved the sound. She didn't get to see playful side of him often, not lately.

She gave him a shove. "Sure. Get moving before McBain finds something he needs you to do, or sign, or fix." Her hand smacked his ass. "You've got a five minute head start before I join you, so enjoy the quiet time while you can." Her voice pitched low. "And, Fisk, don't make plans for later."

He let a slow grin spread across his face. "Wouldn't think of it." Grabbing fresh clothes, he strolled down the corridor, fighting an urge to make a mad dash for the showers. Screw it. He took off at a jog. He could at least get the water nice and steamy for when Pryce joined him.

So far, these two are great fun. For a sexy short, it's coming together in a big way.

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Price Paid

Happy May! We had terrific weather this weekend and I feel like spring has finally arrived. YAY!!

On the TV front, Arrow and The Flash kind of blew my mind. I'm not sure the final episodes can get any more mind bending. LOL Of course, Orphan Black is always twisty and freaky, but the sibling reveal adds a very cool layer. Won't go into specifics here so I don't spoil anyone, but I'm looking forward to seeing more about the new wrinkle.

Bitten and Lost Girl are such a great pair-up on Syfy. And I'm eagerly awaiting Killjoys and Dark Matter. I'd love Syfy to be my place to be on Fridays again. Been way too many years since that's happened.

Starting on Teen Wolf season three and gotta say, I truly enjoy the show. So far, it's lived up to its hype.

And that's it for television this week.

Tonight's post is from Price Paid, a novella where my characters have to find their way back to each other after a betrayal.

Here's the tagline:

Reva Bane's actions lead Mitch Vanderman to a lot of harm, but seeking atonement shouldn't cause so much pain. Then again, betrayal sometimes demands a price paid in blood, and Reva is willing to shed some if he'll finally forgive her.

And a preview snippet…

Alonzo frowned. Mitch Vanderman. God damn. Barax called it.

He waited for Mitch to walk around the corner before crossing the street and letting himself into Reva's townhouse. The darkened interior didn't faze him. He knew the layout well. Striding from the foyer, he ambled down the long hallway and hit the steps, taking them two at a time. He made a sharp left and burst into Reva's room, flipping the overhead light on.

Reva shot up, blinking against the brightness. "What the flaming fuck?" Naked, she leaped out of her bed, weapon drawn, and made a running dive toward him.

He grasped her forearm and stopped the blade from making contact. "Hold up, Reva." He twisted sideways, narrowly missing a knee to his groin.

She growled. "Jesus, Alonzo. You could've just said hello." She jerked away and grabbed a robe, wrapping it around her nude form. "Why are you even here?"

He crossed the floor and settled on the edge of her bed, crossing his arms over his chest. "You mean after three in the morning?" He pinned her with his gaze. "I had to verify with my own eyes that you do indeed have a new lover." His lips curved when the color drained from her face.

Her guilt confirmed, by his reckoning. And he didn't even have to mention Mitch's name.

Reva blew out a harsh breath. "Shit. Who else knows?" She dragged a shaky hand through her hair.

He quirked an eyebrow.

Her eyes widened. "Everyone?" A low groan escaped from her lips.

Needless to say, Reva's going to have some serious tap dancing to do and it doesn't go well.

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye