Sunday Snippet: A Magical Affair

April 28, 2013

Hello! I'm pulling myself away from mainlining Strike Back's third season to make my post. LOL Seriously, Stonebridge and Scott own me, heart and soul, right now. They're followed closely by Oliver Queen…I can't believe there are only three more episodes of Arrow this season. I'll be chewing at the bit during the hiatus. Or…watching the eps all over again. Other shows grabbing my attention are Defiance and Orphan Black. So much good television right now. YAY!

Tonight's post is from a special call I hope to have ready in August to submit. A Magical Affair is set around Halloween and takes place in a mansion that happens to sit atop an ancient wellspring of magic. Lots of fun for the trio who gets to live out all their fantasies over a very special weekend.

Here's the tagline:

A mansion sitting atop an ancient wellspring of magic offers Romy, Heath, and Stacie the chance to live out all their lustful fantasies. Heath is thrilled for the opportunity, but he wants one thing above all…for Romy to give up control and let him call the shots.

And here's the preview snippet…

"You're sure about this?" Stacie Williams plopped down beside Romy Bludd. "Our friendship is more important than having a weekend of super-hot sex with an awesome guy like Heath."

Romy smiled. "Stace, I'm okay because you're my best friend. Heath and I've had this fantasy for two years and I had issues with bringing someone else in and not being able to control everything." She paused. "But I know you almost better than I know myself. You won't go over the top stalker, and you're not harboring any deep, unrequited love for Heath. You just appreciate his hard body and screaming good looks." Kicking her feet up onto the table, she shrugged. "You're not in a relationship at the moment, so no awkward trying to explain why you're traipsing off to a magical mansion for a Halloween weekend tryst…and don't want company."

Stacie grinned. "You're lucky I’m at loose ends and haven't had time to do more than look for a hook up." She propped her feet beside Romy's. "

Romy frowned. "I can't believe you were gone for ten months. I missed you." She nudged Stacie's shoulder. "You're never allowed to take off for training abroad again."

Stacie laughed. "Think of it this way, you and Heath had plenty of time to work the kinks out and look at you now." She turned and faced Romy. "Rock solid and happier than I've ever seen you."

Romy shrugged. "He's everything I've ever wanted. It's scary good between us."

"Hence the crazy ass weekend you have planned." Stacie tilted her head to the side. "Where did you find this place anyway?"

Romy's lips curved. "I got an invite from the owners when I went to inspect the place for their ad layout. We'll be their first trial run."

Stacie leaned in close. "And the magic? Do you think they can really create everything you want?"

Romy nodded. "Oh yes. I really do."

Stacie shuddered. "God, I can't wait."

"Me either. How perfect, right? Halloween. Costumes, role playing, and an entire wing all to ourselves." Romy grabbed a notebook from the table. "So help me come up with the best and kinkiest ideas to make this weekend a mind blowing one for Heath."

Wish me luck! This ménage has been so much fun, which yeah, I say a lot. LOL Something about a house full of magic just adds to the glee. :D

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Hold to Let Go

Hi! Before getting to the snippet, I wanted to take a moment and share my good fortune. Tomorrow I'll be celebrating twenty-four years of marriage. I'm lucky enough to have found a guy who doesn't stand in the way of my overwhelming need to write and create. He doesn't always get the why, but he certainly gets the need. And lucky me, he supports the sometimes crazy that goes along with it.

Happy anniversary, wonderful man!

Tonight's post is from Hold to Let Go, a manuscript about an intense connection between two characters who've seemingly been through the seven circles of hell and still live to talk about it. They start out separated and have to work their way back to each other.

Here's the tagline:

Banner Nix and Quade Newelson go way back and have a lot of baggage to show for it. When an opportunity to save their people presents itself, they put their crap aside and work together to make it happen, even though their plan is in direct opposition to their leaders'.

And here's the preview snippet…

Banner Nix took a break from the insanity that equaled plots and charts, not to mention the swirling mass of images in her head. Her fingers absently toyed with the Phoenix figure and her mind immediately filled with Quade Newelson. She lost a hard fought battle by letting her thoughts drift to him. So tired, she caved and sought comfort for a while, even if she'd only allow herself a few moments to ponder the connection she shared with him. The hold they had on each other wouldn't be considered healthy but they couldn't break it; it ran as deeply through them as the blood ran in their veins.

Except they were nowhere near each other at the moment.

Quade did his best to make his mark on the community and she commanded a cesspool of a crew that neither trusted her nor even liked her much at the moment. They didn't get the mission…and she didn't have time to educate them. Didn't want to anyway.

If she didn't understand it herself…how could she explain the impossible?

Very aware of the sidelong looks and whispered conversations going on behind her back, she missed nothing. It had been bad enough before they'd left, but it intensified here. People she used to trust…and who used to trust her…went out of their way to show how little they believed in their quest.

How little they believed in her.

Hell, even the old man didn't have faith. He wanted to…but not enough to bank the future of the community on it. She could deal though…because one person did believe.

Quade.

Completely unlike him to go on blind faith and not question anything, but he'd done exactly that. She didn't doubt for a moment he'd decided to get behind her and would have her back. He'd champion her mission without fail and stand for and beside her no matter what happened.

And if she finally fragmented into a million pieces, like it felt she could, from the weight and strain of the burden, he'd be the one to put her back together. She didn't trust in much right now, but she did believe in him.

Quade wouldn't let her down.

She rested her head on the desk, thinking it would only be for a few minutes. The Phoenix figure still clutched in her hand as if holding it somehow soothed the pounding in her temples, quieting the noise that never managed to completely stop. The fiery bird represented a symbol she couldn't seem to escape, kind of like the bond she shared with Quade.

Banner slowly drifted toward some much needed sleep, and she thought maybe the hold she and Quade had on each other didn't have to be so unhealthy after all.

This is one of my favorite connections…when the couple sort of has a touchstone effect on each other. Mistakes got made but when the shit hits the fan, they've got each other's back.

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Belle of the Underground

What a difference a week makes. After our first taste of spring, we're back down to chilly temperatures. Oh well, the great weather will show up when it wants. J

Tonight's post is from what I hope will be an ongoing series. Sort of X-Files meets Dark Angel, First Breed Nation has some great potential for kick ass stories. The first book, Belle of the Underground, introduces our heroine and hero and sets them on their journey to keep their city safe and protect the secret society existing deep in its depths.

I actually featured this as my alter ego, Skylin O'Thomas, but I've recently decided this series will be a better fit in the paranormal/magic/fantasy genre than contemporary. Apologies if you've already read this. :D

Here's the tagline:

Raven Malone doesn't have an easy job, but she's a mix of freak and geek so both groups are willing to work with her. She meets her match when regular guy, Gio Roberts, starts poking around in her cover up of an unexplained murder. Sparks fly, especially when she lets him in on the underground community she's established. They forge a bond and work side by side, trying to keep everything together.

And here's the preview snippet…

Raven Malone never liked three a.m. phone calls.

Lately, she really, really loathed them. By nature, it made sense she'd get more interruptions between midnight and six in the morning. After all, the witching hours were considered play time for her kind. When it didn't matter if the strangest of the strange walked around the city in the wee hours.

But over the past few weeks that play had turned deadly and Raven didn't like it. Not one damn bit.

Her rag tag group looked to her for leadership and she had zero clue what to do with the bizarre series of events unfolding. Okay, she knew what to do, but she had to find out the who before she could exact punishment.

Crawling out of bed, Raven stumbled over to her wardrobe and yanked out several items of clothing. She heard the approach of footsteps and caught the scent of Vince Grillo, her self-appointed second in command and a shape shifter, before he rounded the door of her rooms. She could guess what he'd ask without using her pre-cog skills. She could count on Vince to be fairly predictable when they had trouble.

"You want company?"

Ding. Ding. Ding. She'd totally called that one.

Turning toward him, she didn't let the fact her only attire at the moment happened to be a pair of hipster undies and a tiny camisole faze her. Vince had seen her in less.

She shoved her legs into a pair of dark jeans and yanked them up. "No. I've got this." Throwing on a leather jacket, she grabbed a beat up ball cap and slapped it on her head.

Vince frowned. "If it's the same as last time, you might need some help."

Raven shook her head. "If it's the same as last time—and my gut says it is—I'll need you here." Understatement of the year.

He wanted to argue. "But—"

She didn't have time for it. "No, Vince. I can handle it out there. I'll lay money word is already out and you're the only one I can count on to keep the peace down here until I get back." She almost wanted to wish him luck.

Vince narrowed his eyes. "How the hell would anyone know about this yet?"

She gave him a bland stare. "Body was found by a lake. You know the aquatics pick up on vibes and can't ever keep it to themselves. They knew about this before I even got the call." She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her boots on.

Vince snorted. "Damned gill gabbers." He said it without heat. He understood their genetic make-up and school mentality trumped everything. Even common sense sometimes. "What do you want me to do?"

Raven jerked her head toward the door. She'd heard the onslaught coming a few moments ago.

"Clear a path for starters."

Vince grinned. "At least I get to have fun before the headache stuff starts."

Raven pulled the cap off and grabbed her hair, wound it on top of her head and jammed the hat back on.

Tugging the bill down low, she nodded. "Have at it."

Vince threw open the door and sure enough, a throng of First Breeds crowded the opening.

The questions started immediately.

"Who is it?"

"Who's doing this?"

"What are you gonna do to stop it?"

"Is it one of ours?"

Vince shoved his way down the corridor and Raven followed in his wake. She tuned everything out. The shouts. The whispers. Even the non-verbal thoughts. The more people there were, the more her latent sixth sense kicked in.

She'd have a bitch of a time staying upright if she didn't get through the crowd soon.

Vince turned around and got a look at her. He must've noticed the pinched edges around her mouth because he picked up her and roared over the noise. "Make a hole!!"

He deposited her at the bottom of the access hatch to up top. "Give a shout if you need anything." He glanced over his shoulder then back in her direction. "Please."

She smirked. "It just hit you, didn't it? What a pain in the ass time you're going to have down here." Her hands hit the rung of the ladder, her booted foot resting on the bottom one. "I'm sorry for it, but I gotta go." She hoisted herself up and scrabbled to the hatch. "I'll be back as soon as possible."

He gave her a curt nod and she undogged the hatch to gain access to the street level of the city. Once she cleared the top, she muttered. "Heaven help him."

And heaven help Raven. She's about to meet the new man in her life and she won't like it at all. LOL

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Picture Perfect

April 7, 2013

Hello! A lovely day, gorgeous weather, spring temps, and I got to spend most of it outside. YAY!

Tonight's snippet is from Picture Perfect. Faeryn has an image of her picture perfect future, but she's really not certain it'll ever exist…because she's not quite clear if she actually exists. But she'll most definitely discover the answer as the story unfolds. :D

Here's the tagline:

Faeryn Carnes, a fire elemental, crossed through the Veil, leaving the mortal plane. But when she returned, an unheard of occurrence, Seth Jacobson, an air elemental, is the only person she can count on, which seems impossible because Faeryn believes air and fire can't mix.

And here's the preview snippet…

Faeryn Carnes had truly become lost.

The loud, sometimes constant litany in her head had been replaced by a deafening silence and the questions echoed in her mind creating chaos to replace a purpose that had once been clear.

Things didn't add up. Her return from the 'dead'—and she believed it now…after visiting the pyre—could not have been to lead the fae to a ravaged wasteland. It didn't make sense.

She had no idea who…or hell…maybe what she'd become. It terrified her to think her existence represented nothing more than a fulfillment of a vaguely worded prophecy. She had to have come back for more than that.

Her past gone…burnt to a cinder by a wandering flame. Her present shrouded in mystery…unexplainable, illogical, and uncertain. The future could be shaky at best. At worst, it wouldn't exist for her at all.

How could she think about a future when she didn't trust herself anymore? Were her memories her own? Could she count on the way she felt about anyone or anything? For all she knew, she'd come back as a totally different person.

Would she just wake up one morning and turn against those she loved? Or thought she loved? Maybe she wanted to hold onto something that didn't exist…or belonged to someone who no longer happened to be her.

Faeryn questioned all she thought she knew, and everything seemed more intense. She used to pull it out of the fire to walk a fine line between sane and crazy on a regular basis. At least she thought had…but the memory blurred now. Her balance gone, she didn't trust anything enough to ask for help.

But she needed answers and couldn't find them alone. Whenever she tried to picture the future…Seth's face solidified first in her mind. He'd seen her consumed by Fae Fire, yet he believed in her…no questions asked. Even now when everything got twisted sideways and upside down. Maybe the time had come to put her trust in him to help her discover what she needed to know…like where she would fit in the big picture and how she should carry on from here.

Maybe if they worked together and she let him in, she'd find the sense of peace she desperately sought…and the questions would answer themselves. One big hurdle held her back. If she went poking around, she might not like what revealed itself. If she posed any kind of threat to the Elementals, the smartest course of action would be to eliminate the danger. She craved Seth's help and steadying presence, but didn't know if he could do what might be necessary. Didn't know if she wanted to put him into the position by asking him to assist in finding out what happened and why. Then again, she couldn't trust anyone else. Taryn certainly wouldn't have the wherewithal to handle the deed. But she needed to find out if Seth had the stones to send her back across the Veil if she proved to be too much of a risk.

Hey, it's not too much to wonder about, right? Trying to figure out if the love of your life can send you away again. Faeryn's got some big issues to work through, don't you think?

And that's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Shaken Alliances (Technorati, Book One)

Hello! Happy Easter to those who celebrate.

I'm looking at the weather for tomorrow and kind of wondering if it'll warm up before Memorial Day. I sorta think it might not. LOL

Also watching Walking Dead and so far very satisfied with the finale. I'll stop now and not spoil anyone.

Tonight's post is from a new series tentatively titled The Technorati. The first book is Shaken Alliances. It's kind of an ambitious series so it'll be a while before I really get it going, but unlike the past few snippets, this one is pretty much plotted out. YAY!

Here's the tagline:

Janna Allgood, a corporal in the Alliance, is the best at what she does, bringing Technorati deceivers to justice. But when she's assigned the task of tracking down the notorious leader of the rogue technomancers, she discovers a new calling, one that puts her life in danger because it may bring down the Alliance she works for.

And here's the preview snippet…

"You're the best, Janna. That's why I'm assigning this opportunity to you."

Janna Allgood didn't care for the familiarity the Section Chief, Warren DeBerg, used when addressing her. Standard operating procedures existed for a reason. She studied the big, beefy man with a regulation Alliance buzz cut and the demeanor to match. Words like 'best' and 'opportunity' sounded foreign when they came from his mouth. He looked more the type to bust heads than run administrative circles.

Janna didn't respond. He hadn't finished his spiel yet. Sadly.

"Paxton Teller is at the top of our rogue list. You'll have whatever you need at your disposal." He walked around the desk and settled his hefty bulk on the edge. "Manpower, equipment, funds. Undercover garb." He paused for a moment and swept his gaze over her form. "You'll have to lose the uniform if you want to snag this bastard."

Janna didn't have to read Chief DeBerg's mind to know the man pictured her naked at that very moment. It pissed her off, but she held herself in check and refrained from planting an image in his brain of his balls in a vice. The rule forbidding technomancers from doing anything along those lines to Alliance officials sucked hairy ones.

But she played by the rules…even when she didn't particularly want to.

He pursed his lips together and made a tsking sound. "You understand what this means don't you, Janna?"

The continued use of her first name grated. The best deserved to be addressed by rank, didn't they? Janna worked hard to rise to the level of first attendant.

Her lips thinned. "Yes, Chief DeBerg—"

He waved his hand. "Warren."

Janna kept her face impassive, refusing to personalize the conversation. Regardless of being told differently, she always followed the regs. She wouldn't risk a black mark on her record.

She took a deep breath. "It means, Sir, I have unlimited resources and assistance to bring in Paxton Teller, your most wanted rogue TM."

His answering smile could only be described as slimy. "Yes. It also means I'm giving you carte blanche to make it happen." His voice took on an oily quality. "Starting now, standard regulations don't apply to you." He lifted his hand and slippery fingers found their way to her cheek. "At least they won't until you bring me Teller." The creepy vibe continued when he trailed one digit along her jaw line. "Tomorrow is soon enough to start on the trail. Why don't you join me for evening meal?"

Janna barely suppressed a shudder at the thought, but managed. "With all due respect, Sir." She gave him her sweetest smile. "I can use the time to pull all the data on Teller and begin prep on the mission." Keeping her eyes straight ahead, she asked for dismissal. "By your leave?"

DeBerg huffed out a sigh. "If you insist, Corporal Allgood." She turned to leave and he tacked on a warning. "Don't forget who's giving you this opportunity…or who's holding the purse strings."

Janna stopped short, but didn't look back. "No, Sir. I wouldn't dream of it." She made her exit and dashed down the corridor before he could find another reason to detain her.

Back in quarters, Janna showered—a nice, long cleansing session—and changed into workout attire. She mentally shuffled through a list of scenarios and chose a mid-level one to get started. Projecting it onto the holoscreen, she gave herself a ten count before setting it to go. She breathed deeply and cleared her mind.

The simulations got progressively harder as she ran through the known data on Paxton Teller. She had her work cut out on this one. Not only would she have to dodge DeBerg, she'd have to do it while chasing an elusive leader whose cause seemed to gain more followers by the day.

Janna's got her work cut out and has no idea what's really in store for her. So far, it's been loads of fun getting all the plot bombs set up and ready to go.

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Blushing Brawler

March 24, 2013

Hello!

Watching the weather radar on my computer and tracking the nasty weather we're supposed to get. I'm thinking Mother Nature didn't get the memo that spring started what? A few days ago? LOL

Anyway…tonight's post is from The Blushing Brawler, another manuscript still in its planning stages. As mentioned over on Skylin's blog, sometimes scenes just won't leave me alone until I write them. LOL

Here's the tagline:

Yardley Holmes grew up in the fighting circuit, coaching and training alongside her dad. She likes nothing more than having a new brawler to use as a target. When Cale Scarsdale, a green recruit from Ruralsville, walks into the cage, Yardley goes after him with biting sarcasm and razor sharp innuendo to test his mettle. Cale takes it all in stride until she goes one step too far and Yardley remembers lesson number one from her dad: watch out for the quiet ones.

And here's the preview snippet…

Someday, she'd push him a little too far.

Yardley called out. "God, you're weak. And honestly, so lame. Why didn't you crack the wall like the rest?"

He didn't lack strength. He didn't add a crack to the concrete barrier because he didn't choose to do so. Not because he couldn't. Any asshole with a little power behind his fist could split a solid object.

Yardley wouldn't let it rest. "Everyone knows it's a tradition. Oh wait. You're from Bum Fuck Ruralsville. You probably aren't up on big city trends."

He'd had just about enough of her nonstop praise singing about the city. And her constant bullshit harping about where he grew up. He figured it high time to school Ms Yardley Holmes in how not to push things too far.

Cale stopped and turned around. Slowly and with great purpose. Yardley had her mouth open to say more, but wisely snapped it shut when she caught the look on his face.

Her eyes narrowed then widened when he dropped his duffel bag and silently stalked toward her with measured steps. Good. She should be afraid of what he'd do next.

Reaching out with one hand, he grabbed her loosely by the throat and with very focused and controlled precision, shoved her against the wall. She sucked in a harsh breath and swallowed convulsively. A tremor of fear ticked along her jawline.

Again. Good.

Getting up in her face, he laid down the law. "You need to understand something, Yardley." His fingers flexed, but didn't squeeze. "I'm not weak. I could crush your throat with this hand, but you'll notice I'm barely putting pressure on you. Do you have any idea how much control that takes?"

She nodded, a barely perceptible movement.

He leaned in, nuzzling her face, inhaling deeply. "Do not ever mistake a quiet man for a weak one."

She sucked in another breath and her stomach contracted when a shudder rippled through her. His head lifted and he met her gaze. Her eyes darkened and her arousal couldn't be mistaken.

Good. Cale had her exactly where he wanted her. Now he could play the game her way.

Leaning back in, his lips ghosted along her cheek, stopping just below her ear. "Think twice before you tease and tempt again, Yardley." His mouth skimmed back and hovered over hers. "And be very, very certain of what you want." His lips barely brushed over hers. "Because you won't always get your way."

He loosened his grip, letting her gently get her feet back under her. She tilted her head sideways, considering his words. The silence stretched out and he grew uncomfortable, unused to absolutely nothing coming from her mouth.

He stepped back. "What? No witty backslap? I find it hard to believe you've got nothing to say."

Yardley huffed out a breath and shuddered again. "You just made me so hot, my brain won't function. All I can think about getting naked and having sex." She grabbed his shirt and hauled him close. "Like right now." Her mouth claimed his with an almost vicious intensity. "Tell me you want this, too. If you just got me hot and bothered to prove a point, I may have to kill you."

Cale wouldn't fight what she did to his senses, or his body. He grabbed her ass and lifted her, smiling when she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding against his erection. He honestly couldn't wait to be buried to hilt inside her.

But not here. "Yardley, I wouldn't dream of leaving you hanging. This, whatever it is between us, is going to happen. But do you really wanna have sex in a training room? Not that I'm against public displays, but honestly? I don't really wanna share with anyone else at the moment."

She made a low, growling sound in her throat. "Dammit." She flicked her wrist toward the door on the far wall behind him then followed up the direction of the second exit. "There. No interruptions."

He blinked, a little stunned. "Did you just use magic to lock us in here?"

Her hips bucked, the sensation hot against his hard length.

She nodded, emphatically. "Damn right I did." She wriggled out of his grasp, sliding down to her knees. "I don't play by the rules, remember?" Her hands tugged his shorts down and his cock sprang free. "Got a problem with that?" Her fingers wrapped around his girth, squeezing seductively.

Cale blew out a hard breath. "Um, no. No I don't."

Cale's not stupid. He's wanted Yardley from the day they met…one of the few things I do know about this story. LOL

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Blurred Lines

Hello! Happy St. Paddy's Day for anyone who celebrates…and everyone should, no?

Been fighting a nasty headache all day. The kind that lingers, along the fringes, and just takes up residence. Very annoying. Bleh.

So, short post tonight. The snippet is from Blurred Lines, an urban fantasy style setting, with two very conflicted characters.

Here's the tagline:

Becca and York. Finding their way back to each other is the ultimate achievement. Working out how they'll function together is the challenge. The lines are all blurry because they've crossed back and forth so many times.

And here's the preview snippet…

The speed bag became a blur, but York kept going at it. The thoughts in his head needed an outlet and the bag had become the best recipient for punishment. He feared he'd hurt an actual person. He got like this sometimes… and didn't like it. Holding his emotions in check, burying them deep—that worked for him.

Most of the time.

Becca Wills brought out the worst in him. And the best. There never seemed to be an in between with her. She evoked strong reactions, drew him out in unexpected ways, made him feel things on a level so deep he'd never be able to purge her completely from his mind.

He'd loved her, hated her, and desperately wanted to not feel anything. In a way, things had been so much easier when he could hold Becca at arm's length, shutting everything down and locking it up. Ignore the soul deep pain her betrayal had left him with and pretend she'd become nothing more than someone he had to work with now that she'd returned from her foray to civilian life. Not that he'd been able to manage it…she could be in a different room and still be in his face. And it pissed him off even when he knew it wasn't rational.

After the bout with Becca in the ring, all his emotions erupted to the surface and spilled over into everything he did. If he let it continue and go unchecked, he'd spin out of control. His anger at her had been an anchor and now that he'd spent it—he felt tetherless. It made him antsy and restless—keyed up without an outlet…a powder keg waiting to explode.

Yep, after tearing each other apart, verbally and physically, complicated didn't even begin to describe his feelings…unless he threw in conflicted, confused and consciously aware…oh yeah, most definitely all of the above. Awake, asleep, it didn't matter. He could feel her presence seeping into his pores, getting under his skin, chipping away at his common sense.

And that should bother him, right?

But it didn't.

He'd let her back in…more or less. And it felt right and wrong all at the same time. And the thing that had him tied up in knots was the fact he welcomed it…her…Becca. And he really shouldn't. A smart, guy would gather up the scattered remnants of his defenses and walk away.

But he wouldn't. Couldn't.

Because whatever they were to each other, wherever they ended up, or however they got there…she'd become a part of his life he couldn't let go. But the thing that chafed at him the most? He didn't know where she fit anymore.

They were in a relationship…with other people…so how the hell should it work? Hell, could it? How did he feel about any of it? For that matter, how did Becca?

So many questions… no easy answers.

But the biggest question of all? Did he even want easy?

York had no idea… hence the abuse of the speed bag. He had to figure out how to navigate the choppy sea of confusion? His hands kept punching, while his brain kept churning out more questions.

The poor guy. Becca definitely has him all twisted up inside. But she's not exactly clear on what she wants either. So far, it's been a fun challenge to write them trying to figure it all out. :D

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye