Sunday Snippet: Hush

Ugh. My daughter had her first fender bender already. I haven't even made the first car payment yet. LOL

She's fine, which is all that truly matters. The car isn't completely wrecked and that's also a good thing. Whew.

Needless to say, I had a lot of distractions this past week. That said, I did get a few good viewing sessions in.

I started Luke Cage's second season and liked the first episode. I'm very interested in seeing what happens with everyone. Also caught two episodes of Killjoys and one of Wynonna Earp. Still behind, but I'll get caught up eventually.

Started the limited series Driven from Passionflix. So far… definitely so good. I'm so happy to be a founding member of this venture.

I ended up getting an episode of The Dresden Files in along with the tenth episode of Canal Road.

On DVD this week, I caught Batman: Assault on Arkham and the Veronica Mars movie. Enjoyed both!

Also did my usual marathon viewings of Murder, She Wrote and In the Heat of the Night. Got in an episode of Peter Gunn, too.

And that's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Hush, a novella that started with a word prompt of "hand over mouth".

Here's the mini-blurb:

Kia Bleu and Chip Strachey have a powerful connection and finally give in to their attraction. When Chip's former flame hexes the couple, they have to learn to communicate without words.

And a preview snippet…

Sadie Garrish melted into the shadows, avoiding the crowd surrounding Chip Strachey and Kia Blue.

The duo accepted accolades, laughing and giddy. And why not? They'd wowed the elders with their display of controlled chaos during the collegiate semester finals for the mage academy.

Sadie narrowed her eyes. "I should've been Chip's partner." She'd worked her ass off to catch his attention.

And she'd held it for six months. A guy like Chip attracted people, especially females, like magnets. He garnered respect and Sadie wanted what he had. Why shouldn't she protect what belonged to her? Fight to keep him occupied and under her influence?

But he'd kicked her to the curb—all because she didn't like other women encroaching on her territory. So what if she got angry when he got a new spell partner? Or when he studied more than catering to her whims? She made herself available, kept herself ready, and inserted herself into his life so they could be the perfect couple.

Chip and Kia basked in the congratulatory crowd's energy.

Sadie rolled her eyes. "Look at her grabbing his shirt and batting her eyelashes." Her hands balled into fists. "And Chip… I'll bet he's harder than a rock." She growled when Chip brought his hands up and cupped Kia's face. "Yep. There he goes, leaning in for a kiss." Sadie blew out a harsh breath. "That's okay, Chipper. You go right ahead and dip your wick somewhere else. Just this once." Her eyes narrowed. "But don't even think about falling for Kia Blue. Or I'll make you regret it."

Turning from the hurtful sight, Sadie walked away from the crowded quad.

She had resources no one knew about and she'd use them to keep Chip under her thumb.

Chip would be back in her life and her bed, no matter what.

A small smile curved her lips. "No doubt about it."

I like where this one will end up going. Sadie's got issues but she's not a standard mustache-twirling antagonist.

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Hot Target

Yeesh, another crazy-busy week. And it's allergy season for me, so… yay. Not.

I had a particularly lengthy manuscript with formatting issues so my viewing schedule dwindled again this week. As usual, I caught marathons of Murder, She Wrote and In the Heat of the Night as background for much of the week.

I caught a CW Seed pilot called Cupid's Match. Gotta say that one looked kind of interesting. Also watched Pensacola: Wings of Gold and another episode of Lexx.

I ended up starting and not finishing another Hallmark Movie. I apparently like the mysteries way better than the meet-cutesy ones. Still… I'll keep sampling.

On DVD, I caught two Batman movies. Bad Blood and The Killing Joke. Both were pretty decent and I enjoyed the more adult-oriented storyline.

Finished season four of Strike Back and I'm geared up for season five. Looking forward to seeing if I like the new cast as much as I loved the previous one.

I'm almost finished with season six of Chicago Fire. I truly love where the cast is right now. Of course, there's a major shake-up for season seven so I'm not sure how I'll like that.

Caught a sci-fi marathon of original series Battlestar Galactica, Kolchak, the Night Stalker, Lost in Space, and Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea last night. I love revisiting some of those classic shows.

And that's it for television this week. I'm behind on Wynonna and Killjoys, but should catch up this week. Fingers crossed. Tonight's post is from Hot Target, a novella that got a start with a sci-fi prompt but the sages wanted to go fae / fantasy on this one. Who am I to argue?

Here's the mini-blurb:

Yates and Baylor work undercover for the mage council. They make a great team, but rarely see eye to eye. When their magical brethren start dropping like flies, one of them must become a hot target. Yates decides he'll do it… Baylor's a better shot.

And a preview snippet…

Yates kept a watchful eye on Baylor when they hit one of their usual haunts, a bar called Guppy's in the center of downtown. "You're quiet." He pulled the door open and had her precede him inside.

Baylor sent him a sideways glance. "I'm focused. There's a difference." She made a left, sticking to the perimeter of the dim and smoky interior.

Yates didn't counter her excuse. She walked the razor's edge of keeping it together and she could think what she wanted.

As for him? He believed her to be about one step away from unleashing vengeance on anyone who pissed her off. And that wouldn't be him.

Taking the opposite direction, he made his way along the right rear wall. He'd hit the corner when he spotted Drake Unger, low man on the totem pole for a black market dealer—one who kept his ear to the ground for useful tidbits of information. Drake pulled in a hefty sum with his side business of selling said intelligence.

Making his way over, Yates stopped at the table and jerked his head toward the rear exit. Drake inclined his chin and Yates moved forward, heading for the back corridor to wait. Unger didn't dawdle, arriving within a few moments.

"Bannerson, what can I do for you?" Drake's gaze scanned the confined space, a safety precaution for a guy in his line of work.

Yates got the point. "Give me anything you have on the death of Margo Penschot."

Unger's eyes went wide. "Why do you think I know anything about it?" The way his gaze shifted sideways gave him away.

Yates propped a shoulder on the wall. "Come on, Unger. You've got your finger on the pulse of the city. If nothing else, you've heard a whisper or two about her death." Probably more, but Yates wouldn't push hard.

Yet.

Drake shrugged. "Okay, I might have heard a rumor, nothing substantiated, but there's a new player in town." He leaned in close and lowered his voice. "And he's got a hard-on for someone. Not sure if Margo's death is connected and no one knows this guy's name yet." Straightening, Drake rubbed his fingers together, indicating he wanted payment.

Yates pulled a twenty from his wallet. "Consider this a down payment. If you hear anything else, contact me directly."

Drake frowned. "Are you kidding? That's a fifth of what I expected."

Yates quirked a brow. "You'd rather I bring Baylor, Margo's best friend, over and let her explain how things are going to work?"

Drake blanched and snagged the twenty. "Uh, no. I'd rather not tangle with her right now." Stuffing the money in his pocket, he shuffled around Yates and made a retreat to his table.

Yates snorted. "Thought you'd see things my way." He reentered the main bar and looked around for Baylor.

She had her back to him, talking with the bartender. Her agitated movements indicated a heated discussion. When she drew her fist back, Yates hurried over and caught her before she could let it fly.

He wrapped an arm around her and nudged her toward the door. "Time to go, Bay. I've got some news."

I'm excited about seeing where this one goes. I love characters in peril and outsmarting their adversary.

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Hot as Hades

The start of the school year looms closer for my last kidlet. She'll be starting her junior year but she's already been involved in fall activities. Band camp for two weeks and three-day-a-week practices in the evenings. The golf season officially started and she had her best eighteen-hole round this past week with an eighty-eight on a par seventy-two course. In between all that, she worked a part-time summer job at our local pool, got hired and trained for a new part-time job at a local restaurant that opens in a few weeks, and got her first car. GAH! Okay, the husband and I are actually paying for the car, but she's involved in so much we decided she needed a vehicle. She'll be contributing toward the payment and her insurance with the part-time job and banking the rest of her paycheck in her shiny new checking account.

The struggle is real… my wee one is fast approaching adulthood.

So… the busy week of car loans and new editing projects kept me from my usual viewing schedule. I did a lot of Murder, She Wrote and In the Heat of the Night marathons. I did catch a few other shows.

Wynonna Earp. Watching everyone grieve for Dolls broke me a little. It's Wynonna Earp so of course there was nothing standard for the process. And we got quite a bit of plot momentum and new secrets. This show… never a dull moment. Ever. And one of the best fight scenes ever in the history of fight scenes on Wynonna Earp. Just saying.

I'm behind on Killjoys, which makes me very sad. I'll hopefully catch up this week. Fingers crossed.

I caught another episode of Garage Sale Mysteries, which I'm rather fond of. I like the dynamic and mix of characters. And in the mystery category, I caught the first episode of Midsomer Murders season thirteen. Moving right along on the episodes I haven't seen yet.

Also caught some more The Dresden Files and remembered by I enjoyed this show so much when it originally aired.

Caught another episode of Canal Road and I gotta say I have a theory on who either killed Spence's wife or ordered it done. I'm totally going to freak out if I'm correct. Australia has some kick ass television… just saying.

I watched two Batman DVDs this week. Gotham by Gaslight ended up being a terrific experience, topped only by a rather grown-up for animated DC fare of Batman and Harley Quinn. Seriously, I'm down with the kid version, but I'm completely there for a more adult-oriented movie.

Caught another episode of Babylon 5, basically the opening of the first season after the initial pilot. I'm looking forward to rewatching the entire series. Also caught most of another episode of The Sarah Conner Chronicles.

And that's about it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Hot as Hades, a novella that started as a special call submission featuring gods and goddesses.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Roxie St. Clair, an up and coming artist, wants to live and work on her own terms. But when the god of the underworld informs her of the underhanded tactics of her former employer, she decides to turn the tables and fight back.

And a preview snippet…

Strange did not begin to describe the information swirling around in Roxie's head. The god of the underworld traipsed around among the mortals… and even more surprising was the reason why.

To please his mate and fulfill a promise to Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty.

Could Roxie's life get anymore insane?

She stared out at the Mediterranean landscape, marveling anew that she even had the opportunity to do so. The view couldn't be more magnificent. She wanted to reach out and grab the gorgeous colors to take home with her.

Actually she wanted whatever dream she was in to never end. The whys and hows Hades used to transport her to this place were beyond her realm of imagination. She honestly didn't care anyway. Sometimes leaving things unexplained made the (more sense) best option.

Especially when it felt like everything was about to come together in a big way. She'd just met Aleksander Callas and they'd hit it off immediately. Just as Hades told her they would.

Aleks was quite possibly exactly what she wanted in a man. Smart without being condescending, he discussed her work and where she'd like to see it. He asked questions and presented options instead of telling her how things would go.

And holy hell he was handsome. But not in a pretty way. He looked like he'd be as completely at ease in the wilderness as he was in the city.

Well-rounded. That was the term she'd use.

Roxie liked him. A lot. And now she had to wonder if it was all too easy. Hades did whatever he did to get them here and BOOM… her life suddenly looked like a happy fairy tale.

The other shoe would drop or an anvil would fall out of the sky and land squarely on her head. Right? It couldn't be this easy.

"Roxie?"

She turned in the direction of the voice. Aleks strolled out onto the terrace and made his way to her side. She faced forward again, unwilling to let him see how much doubt she had. She also had to fight her attraction to him. If ever she wanted to break a rule…

"Where's Hades?" She figured the god was a safe topic.

Aleks shrugged. "He was called away for a bit. He said he'd return within the hour."

Roxie nodded, but said nothing. She faced a dilemma. Hades made the introductions, ate a leisurely lunch, and bowed out? Had he noticed the jolt she got when Aleks shook her hand? Did he see her flush when she went hot? Hades couldn't possibly know she thought Aleks looked good enough to eat… in small bites… to make it last longer and savor the all the yummy goodness.

She didn't want the powerful pull she experienced around Aleks – like a satellite sucked into a planet's orbit – but she couldn't help it. She had so hoped when he opened his mouth, she'd discover ice water flowed in his veins. No such luck. His cultured accent sent delicious shivers down her spine.

The more she found out about him, the more magnetic the attraction. Aleks worked with dozens of very well-known artisans. But he didn't name drop or expect accolades. So unlike Rick Martin, who would have found at least three ways to work the biggest 'name' into the conversation within the first five minutes.

And Rick always talked work. The next big event he planned. How much he raked it in at his last opening. Who he hobnobbed with at the most recent gala. Aleks smoothly traversed back and forth between art and myriad of other subjects. A couple of hours with him and they had several interests in common: stargazing, taste in music, and cooking.

Why, why, why did she have to find the man so damned appealing?

He angled his head toward hers. "You're pensive, Roxie. What's bothering you?" His hand moved to rest on top of hers.

Roxie scrambled for an answer. "This has to be too good to be true." Not a lie, she fought the urge to pinch herself to make sure she didn't dream it all up.

Aleks shook his head. "No, all true. But it will take work. Hard work." He studied her for a moment. "But you're used to that. Tell me what's really on your mind."

Damn his perception. Roxie eased away from the railing and paced back and forth. She stopped, turned toward Aleks and blurted. "I'm very attracted to you, dammit."

Aleks raised a brow. "And that's a bad thing?" His lips quirked, but he managed not to laugh.

Roxie paced again. "Yes. No." She threw an arm out, frustrated. "I don't know." Her feet stopped again. "I have a rule. I do not mix business and pleasure." She heaved a sigh. "And I really, really want to with you."

Aleks did grin. "Is that all?" He moved to her side and turned her toward him. "In that case… I hate your work. Problem solved." He snapped his fingers.

Roxie laughed. "God, if only it were that easy."

Aleks slid his hands to her shoulders and leaned in to whisper. "It is. Kiss me, Roxie."

God, his voice made her wet and tingly. Her hands moved up to cup his face and her mouth met his. Oh hell, the man kissed like he did everything else. Damned good.

Her blood heated and thrummed through her veins. His hands skimmed down her back and cupped her ass. Aleks slid his tongue against hers and Roxie wanted to strip down and do him right there on the balcony. In broad daylight.

I love this story so much. Need to get cracking on finishing up the scenes and getting ready to publish!

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Hold to Let Go

Wow… it's August. Almost time for school to get started again and the fall sports season to get underway. For me, this means feed the team for one of my daughter's golf matches and getting ready for football games and band competitions. Oh… and homecoming. We got the dress picked out and ready to order today. Yeesh.

Had a low-key week in television. Got kind of busy doing other things and ended up watching a lot of binge scheduling of Murder, She Wrote.

On DVD, I finished up Batman: The Brave and the Bold and got the second half of The Batman's season five episodes. Really enjoyed both.

Finished up the second to last episode of Strike Back's fourth season. Caught a Chicago Fire episode and also watched the season one finale of Sense8. Man… I'm completely sucked in to this show. I was going to watch the second season of Luke Cage then watch season two of Sense8, but I need to know what happens next. LOL Sorry, Luke… I'll be there soon.

Started Patrick Melrose but it didn't grab me. I'll watch it sometime later. Had a binge watch of The Saint on regular television. I'll be hunting down the entire series in the near future. Really love the show.

I'll be watching Wynonna Earp and Killjoys later this week. Had too much stuff going on Friday night to watch live.

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Hold to Let Go, a sexy short about bringing two characters together during a tumultuous time.

Here's the mini-blurb:

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 a preview snippet…

The PM caught Quade after the session. "You know I wasn't ready to start in on the overcrowding. I don't like being blindsided."

Quade snorted. "I'm well aware." The PM and Quade's old man went way back. Quade knew exactly what set the man off. "I saw an opening and took it. You'd have done the same."

Mick couldn't argue the point. Instead he jumped on the other bone of contention. "Hear anything from your girlfriend?"

Quade didn't take the bait. "Did you miss the old man's morning briefing?" Mick scowled as an answer. "Then you know we haven't." Quade rose and met the PM's gaze. "Trust me, sir. You'll be the first call he makes."

Fitzwater harrumphed and conceded defeat. Quade watched the man exit the room before sinking back down into his empty seat.

"He likes to wind you up." Ron Adams, the under prime minister, ducked into the conference room. "You didn't let him this time."

Quade's lips curved in a half-smile. "I've had a lot of practice deflecting his barbed attacks." He stood up again. "And he needed to get a lick in. I did open the overcrowding topic knowing he wasn't ready to address anything."

Adams's voice went terse. "Not everything can be done on his timetable. He's gotta realize that fact sometime." Ron fell into step beside Quade. "You did good today. The positive response from the other delegates proves it."

Quade shook his head. "It's the first item on the agenda. The top question I get when meeting with the constituents." He made a turn toward his newly assigned quarters. "I owe it to them to at least bring it up."

Ron halted his progress with a firm grasp on his shoulder. "Interesting way of bypassing regular protocol. Did you plan it that way?"

Quade frowned. "What? No." He'd have to watch his step if Ron thought he'd have an opening. "The PM's misconception worked in my favor this time." He shot Adams a bland look. "It won't always play out that way. He'll be ready for the next meeting."

Adams sighed. "Too bad. I thought we might actually have a chance to get things accomplished." He slowly meandered down to his suite of rooms.

Quade ducked into quarters. He felt for the under PM, but the lack of progress didn't rest solely on the administration. The military arm came into play and the long-standing friendship between the commander and the PM often made for stalling tactics. No one really knew how to get out of their current predicament… and the research took time.

Hopefully between the scrolls and Banner's quest, they'd find a path to a new home.

I love mixing the paranormal angle with the political one. This is a fun story to write.

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Hell is in the Details

A low-key week finally. Didn't have a ton of running around to do and got a lot accomplished. Finished up a developmental edit for an author and two full copy edits. I'm thrilled with the productivity!

Not a bad week in television. I rewatched the premiere of Wynonna Earp because it was soooo good. Also caught another episode of Canal Road and The Dresden Files.

Finished series twelve of Midsomer Murders and caught a few episodes of Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries on Ovation.

Started a rewatch of Babylon 5, one of my all-time favorite shows. Caught volume one of Batman: The Brave and the Bold. Also caught another season two episode of The Sarah Conner Chronicles. I seriously forgot how much I loved that show. And it holds up pretty well, too. Finished Constantine and I'm ready for more John on Legends of Tomorrow.

Got an episode of Pensacola: Wings of Gold in and had mini-marathons of Murder, She Wrote and In the Heat of the Night.

Also watched the next episodes of Wynonna Earp and Killjoys. I'm gutted by events in Wynonna and Killjoys kicked ass in ways I thoroughly enjoyed. Seriously, Syfy, please give me more of shows like these. Please.

Got started on a few other shows but didn't have time to finish them yet. An update on those will come next week.

And that's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Hell is in the Details, a novella that started with a writing community prompt of writing a mood, fear, nightmares, the feeling someone is following you.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Macyn has a one night stand with an immortal creature and suffers the consequences when he traps her in a maze of deception. Once free, she withdraws from her clan and it's up to Vig to bring her back from the brink of madness.

And a preview snippet…

Vig Ventura shoved the scroll aside and stretched the kinks from his shoulders. "Mace? You ready to go out?" Silence met his query.

He got up and looked for her. Nowhere on the first floor. Not on the second floor either. Headed for the attic on the off chance she'd gone up there to brood and curse him for being an ass.

Finally returned to the study and actually got a look at the time. "Aw, shit." He'd had his head bent over those damn texts for six freaking hours.

He always lost track of time when he got shoulder deep in research. Something Macyn didn't like—with good reason. They had plans tonight. And he'd screwed up. Again.

Grabbing his coat, he left his house and slid behind the wheel of his car. "I'll see if she went home. Maybe I can salvage something of the evening." They couldn't hit her favorite hot spots, but maybe a late dinner and a wild night in bed could still happen.

When he turned onto her street, her house sat dark and quiet. No car in her driveway and no porch light on. Damn. He'd really screwed shit up this time.

Heading back toward his neighborhood, he considered trying to call or even scrying to find her. "Nah. She's pissed. Rightfully so." He'd stop by her place in the morning and apologize profusely.

Hopefully she'd be willing to let him take her on a short trip to make up for not being available tonight. He'd drop the notes from tonight's research session off with the elders—let them interpret them—and whisk Macyn out to the lake for a few days of downtime.

Vague unease settled in his gut after he pulled into his garage. He wanted to put it down to the translations he'd completed, but the apprehension had a deeper hook. If the elders agreed with his findings, something dark would soon be in their realm.

After grabbing a quick shower, he crawled between the cold sheets on his bed and stared at the ceiling. "I should've cast a reminder spell. Or told Macyn to smack me upside the head if I got too deep." Not the first time their work pulled them in different directions.

They could be a better team. He always forgot she didn't have the same distractions he had when she went out to track for the elders. When she returned, his work started… more like continued, because he had an entire collection of historical items he could review and research while she went out to find more.

Heaving a sigh, he rolled to his side. "I'm sorry, Mace. I'll do better." His hand slid over the empty spot in his bed.

I promise I'll make the time you need.

I like the challenge of writing an established couple who run into issues because they don't quite have a handle on good communication skills.

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: A Haunting Yule

I'm coming off another busy week. My youngest is finally doing her driver's training classwork and driving with the instructor. She also had her first week of summer band camp so the back and forth driving to and from kept me busy.

Not a bad week of television viewing. The return of Wynonna Earp and Killjoys topped the terrific stuff. I'm so excited to have both shows back on my screen.

Other than those, I got another episode of Pensacola Wings of Gold in along with the second episode of Lexx. The latter is such a trippy kind of show. I'd forgotten how off the wall it could be.

I caught a Garage Sale Mysteries episode, "A Case for Murder". Not a bad little movie series. Enjoyed my first experience with the Hallmark show.

Also caught my military shows, Band of Brothers and Strike Back. I'm close to finishing up both seasons of each show.

Caught two DVD viewings of Batman: The Brave and the Bold, with season two's first part. I'm kind of looking forward to the second part of season two if only to figure out the whole star-shaped villain thing.

I'm two-thirds of the way through Chicago Fire's sixth season. I'm going to miss Gabby in a big way. I'm almost afraid of what Matt's storyline is going to become. I'm also close to the last episode of Sense 8's first season. Looking forward to the holiday-themed movie that's next up and launches the second season.

Watch some classic television on the Pluto app for Roku. Fun stuff there. I've also been hitting some nostalgia by watching old episodes of Murder, She Wrote and Heat of the Night. I used to watch both shows when I lived with my Gram. We lost her this past March and it's been kind of wonderful to stroll down memory lane by revisiting these two shows.

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from A Haunting Yule, a sexy Holiday Spirit short.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Holiday spirit Thom Tinsel brings an unlikely duo together for Yule. Urika Uhl is a banshee holding on to a past she needs to let go. Ingo Ingalls is a goblin searching for his place in the netherworld. Thom's magick shows the couple their differences can help them build a strong future together.

And a preview snippet…

Thom Tinsel cut through the heavily wooded section of the town square on his nightly run through the spirit realm. He loved the snow-covered trees and the quiet thud of his footsteps on the wintry trail. With Yule approaching fast, the stars sparkled brightly in the sky.

This year, his matchmaking abilities wouldn't be needed. "I can spend the season in corporeal form, enjoying the wassail, honeycakes, and midwinter feasts." Maybe he'd even throw one of his own.

A zinging buzz coursed through his veins and he stopped running. Dammit. Not now.

But of course now. The powers that be almost always found two lonely, lost people who needed each other and Yule tended to bring out the direness of getting them matched. Taking off at a slow jog, he cut through the woods and headed for his building and the warmth of his apartment.

After entering, he took the stairs—might as well finish his workout—to the tenth floor and found his mission fluttering in front of his door. He grabbed the parchment and quickly skimmed the contents. Okay, not an easy task. Didn't that just figure?

He took a speed shower and settled before his gas fireplace. "Well… let's see if this is going to be as difficult as I think it is. Banshees and goblins don't really get along all that well." He reached out and pulled all the information he could find on his two charges.

He started with the banshee, Urika Uhl. Her tremendous skill put her at the top of the seer group. But her attitude sucked. Haughty and proud, she'd burned a few bridges over the past year.

Thom dug a little deeper into her history. "Well, she's got some baggage. Maybe checking it would make her burden a little lighter." Easier said than done.

The goblin, Ingo Ingalls, looked like a standard tear-em-up, beefy brute on the page, but he had some hidden depths. Ones that pushed him to the fringe of the goblin society. Yeah, he had the typical enforcer job, working as a bouncer at the Devil's Den, the hot hangout for preternatural beings. His huge physique made him a prime specimen to break up drunken brawls and bring control to chaos after the last call.

But Ingo didn't fit in. "Because he thinks with his heart instead of his head." Not a typical goblin trait.

But one that might serve Urika well. Bridging the gap between her preconceived perceptions, rightfully earned, and the direction the goblins needed to go in, Ingo might be the driving force. If he showed Urika a kinder, gentler version of his species, her mind could open to the potential good the two groups could bring forth.

Thom sighed. "The trick is getting them away from outside influences." Someplace a little isolated and off the beaten trail.

Goodacre.

The image of the picture-perfect manor house popped into Thom's head and he nodded. "Definitely the best choice." The quaint bed and breakfast had a unique aura that brought out the best in its occupants.

Now he had to craft a perfect invitation for both parties. And he had the beginnings of a great idea for how to schedule the delivery so they couldn't say no.

"Drop the invite during a heightened conflict."

Shouldn't be hard when both were magnets for clashes. Urika with her in-fighting and Ingo with his bar brawls.

Thom rubbed his hands together and got to work.

I'm enjoying the Holiday Spirit shorts. They're fun!

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye

Sunday Snippet: Halloween Haunt

Whew. Crazy-busy week. I spent much of the past seven days brainstorming a new business idea with one of my closest friends. We're close to making a decision about moving forward or not. I'll keep everyone posted.

Not a bad week for television. Got in more Batman: The Brave and the Bold. Decent episodes but I'm always thrown by Batman not being Kevin Conroy. Ah, well. That's how it goes.

Got a couple episodes of Constantine in. I'll have one more to watch to finish up the season. Also caught the first episode of Lexx. I remember the original run but didn't get to watch everything from start to finish. Looking forward to seeing the entire story.

Watched another episode of The Coroner. It fits in well with my other mystery shows. Got two episodes of Midsomer Murders and Endeavor in. I'm caught up as far as I can be with Endeavor. Have to wait for season five to become available for binge-watching.

Watched a Hallmark movie, The Art of Us. I had the pleasure of editing the wonderful book from Tule Publishing. The movie turned out really well.

Caught my military shows with one episode each. Band of Brothers and Strike Back. Also followed up with an episode of Chicago Fire.

Sense 8 had another terrific episode. I'm always blown away with the seamlessness of the cluster interactions. I can't wait to watch more of this show. Started The Dresden Files with the first episode. I enjoyed this show when it originally aired. I'm up to episode seven of Canal Road and the twisty turns keep on coming. I'm very invested in seeing how the show plays out with regards to Spencer's wife's death.

I started a classic series in black and white called Medic. There are only twelve episodes available on the app, but I'll see how the second one is before deciding to continue or not.

Finally started the second season of The Sarah Conner Chronicles. I so wish there had been more of this show. Things really jelled in season two.

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Halloween Haunt, a sexy short featuring Lantern Jack.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Lantern Jack is back to right another wrong. Hadria Hardcastle is a clairvoyant medium who runs an investigation agency—she solves the unsolvable. Safford Sturgeon is a six-hundred-year-old vampire tired of his undead existence. When a trail of dead bodies leads Hadria to Safford's front door, she has to decide if he's guilty or being framed. Safford won't make her job easy, but meeting Hadria shakes him out of his lethargy and promises to make his life worth living.

And a preview snippet…

Lantrien Jacquard, also known as Lantern Jack, had righted all of his wrongs. But his efforts weren't enough to break the curse that kept him trapped and living his life as a jack-o-lantern. Nope. He had another hurdle or two to clear before he'd be allowed to live in peace.

And he didn't know if he could pull off the required tasks. He didn't like not being confident. Not one damned bit.

"I have to bring two polar opposites together. And there's no history to fall back on." With every other couple he'd brought together, there had been some kind of "in", something Jack had done that could be changed, to fix the harm he'd caused. "But this new challenge? Bringing a clairvoyant named Hadria Hardcastle together with a centuries-old vampire named Safford Sturgeon? Where do I even start on this?"

The one advantage Jack had at his disposal? Being able to see key points, places where Hadria's path might converge with Safford's. And Jack wanted to start with the gifted medium. Vampires were notoriously uncooperative and Safford had six hundred years of baggage getting in his way.

Which meant some old enemies had a few scores to settle with the cranky undead man. A score in the plus column for Jack. But Hadria would be easier to guide, her open mind susceptible to what Jack could reveal. And her passion for the truth should give him room to maneuver the duo into seeing their salvation from loneliness in each other.

He hoped.

"Now I have to test my theories and set the stage."

If he succeeded here, he'd have one more obstacle to overcome then he could seek his reward with his lady queen.

Jack is almost finished with his challenges. This story brings him one step closer to his ultimate goal.

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye