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Sunday Snippet: Urban Grit

First week of August down and in the books. Next weekend we move my daughter to her dorm and pray for the best. They're doing a shortened semester, very similar to what a college quarter used to be. She'll be moving back right before Thanksgiving and won't return to campus until January.


Busy week with projects and random things that needed attention. I did get more of my desk cleared off for the big overhaul organization.
Limited viewing time this week but I got a few things watched. I did start Gabriel's Inferno part two and have about half of it finished. I actually decided to dedicate actual time to watching and not do anything else while it's playing. Hence the reason I'm only halfway through.
I watched another episode of Danger Man and also started a new episode of Blue Heelers. Like I said, busy week where I couldn’t spend the time I wanted to catching up on television.
I did have Ovation's morning mysteries on as background noise during the day. Murdoch Mysteries, Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, and Midsomer Murders for the win. I also caught a block of Numb3rs on Friday.
That's pretty much it for this week. Tonight's post is from Urban Grit, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Keeley Fitz and Holt Matterworth produce and star in the reality docu-style web drama, Urban Grit. They shamelessly drag their friends along on their adventures where they try to bust and debunk urban myths … except they quickly learn most legends all have a basis in truth.
And a preview snippet…
Holt led the way up the ornate staircase with Dean backlighting the area. "The research on this place is sketchy, but we had an opening to get some filming done." He held the camera and did a slow sweeping shot of what the steps looked like.Dean cocked his head. "So, it's what? Haunted? Possessed by something? Do you know?" He moved ahead and adjusted his angle to illuminate the long, wide corridor.Holt shrugged. "The legend talks about running footsteps, growling and scratching sounds, and claw marks in some of the rooms." Honestly, nothing that would be overly difficult to replicate if anyone had a mind to do so.Dean caught up, casting a shadowy glow ahead of them. "Hmm. Who owns the place?" He paused beside the first door.Holt snorted. "Apparently, that's in question. Records have Margaret DuBois listed as the last title holder. But the guy we got permission from claims he has the deed. His name is Mortimer Sparrow." The document certainly appeared to be authentic.Dean barked out a laugh. "Seriously? Now that's a name for scary tales." He entered the room and swept the light in a wide arc. "Yo, Holt. Check out the corner over there." He wiggled the beam back and forth to indicate the location.Holt trained the lens on the spot and moved forward. "Ahhh, yeah. Scratches or claw marks." He met Dean's gaze. "Hoax or real?" Hard to tell in the waning light of the evening.Dean shrugged. "Who knows? But if it's fake, it's a damn good job." He got closer, giving Holt some good backlighting.Holt zoomed in and panned from one edge of the swipe marks to the other. "About a six-foot arch, yeah?" He glanced over his shoulder to get confirmation.Dean nodded. "At least. Weird that it's only one, right?" He turned and directed the light in a wide circle. "I'm not seeing anything else on the walls."Holt moved toward the window and leaned down to get a better look. "Hmm. There're some marks here, too." Directing the camera, he got some footage of the scratches on the sill.Dean wandered out into the corridor. "Wanna check the room across the hall?" He tried the knob but the door wouldn't budge.Holt got a kick of warning. "Locked or stuck?" He made his way over to Dean's side.Dean set the light down. "Stuck, I think." He put his shoulder to the wood panel. "Lemme try to give it a shove." Putting his weight into it, he moved back and lunged forward.The door gave way and the nasty stench of something disgusting rolled out. Dean coughed and grimaced, backing away. Holt pulled his T-shirt collar up over his nose and grabbed the light. Shining it inside the dimly lit space, he blinked at the sight greeting him. The walls were spackled with feathers and dotted with pock marks—maybe from a beak pecking at the surface?Dean pulled a mask from his pocket and put it on. "Man, that's some epic aroma. Think a bird got trapped in here?" He moved forward and took the light, giving Holt a chance to grab a mask also.Holt put the covering on and entered the room. "Eh, this couldn't be from a single bird. No way." The sheer number of feathers littering the floor and walls indicated multiple numbers."Holy shit. What the hell happened in here?" Keeley winced and covered her nose, quickly backing out of the room. "Joanie, trust me when I say this, break out the masks and gloves."Leave it to Keeley to state the obvious. But, damn, if she didn't have a valid point.
This story can't quite decide if going to be super scary or more of a tongue in cheek romp. Either way, I'm having fun writing it!


That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye

Sunday Snippet: Unforeseen Consequences

Is it really August? Man, I'm actually kind of thankful. I'm ready for 2020 to be over and done with. It's been a very crazy year.
Had a fairly busy week of calls with potential new clients and a new project starting. It's been kind of slow since May and I'm excited to see if things pick up a little now.
I also got quite a few of my long-form brainstorming sessions converted into text. I'm seriously thrilled with this!! I can't wait to see how many I get translated and transferred over this week.
Didn't get a lot of shows watched this week, but I did catch another couple of episodes of Danger Man.
Also watched episode seven of The Witcher and I'm so happy there's going to be another season of this show.
I'll be catching the second Gabriel's Inferno movie this week, even if I have to stay up super late to watch. I'm looking forward to this one.
I'll hopefully be catching up with a few other shows also. It's been hit or miss with both time and lack of focus to get into a show.
That's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Unforeseen Consequences, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt.
Here's the mini-blurb:
In the School for the Extraordinarily Gifted, Stella Stubbs and Dak Satterfield hold the record for the most challenges won. As instructors, they no longer join in on the fun, but both enjoy watching their students try to break their top scores—until a dangerous element is introduced and they discover their last wager won had unforeseen consequences.
And a preview snippet…
Stella entered the headmaster's office when he called out a greeting. "Wilson, it's that time of year…" Her voice trailed off and she hoped he picked up on the meaning.His lips twisted in a wry smirk. "Ah … and you've come to get the ball rolling so to speak?" He withdrew a folder from his drawer. "You always did like to be the first one, didn't you?" The file had a blank page on the top of a full two decades' worth of predictive wagers.Stella's lips curved when memories assailed her. "I don't have to be the first … but I do like being the last one standing." The very first time had been her and Dak against Wilson.Wonder if he remembers?Wilson flicked his gaze to her. "From what I remember, you have a habit of getting what you want." He turned the folder toward her. "We'll see if you can hit the mark this year." He placed a pen on top of the page.Stella cocked her head and quirked an eyebrow. "Will you be joining in?" She filled in the first line with her prediction and added Dak's name beside hers.Phelps frowned, his mouth flattening to a thin line. "The entries should be individual ones. Is there a reason Satterfield can't pick another number?" He leaned back in his chair, giving her a speculative stare.Stella rolled a shoulder. "If we disagreed, absolutely. But we don't. Neither of us thinks we'll lose anyone this go around." She tapped the paper. "This is one of the best groups we've ever had. Possibly rivaling our class way back when." She didn't exaggerate; the vibe from this group took her back a decade.Wilson gave her a bland look then shrugged. "Fine. Since I'm still finding my footing, we'll let it go this year." He took the folder and closed it. "But next year, there might be some changes." His tone didn't match the placid look on his face.Wonder what kind of grudge he's still holding?Stella resisted the urge to find out, but pressed for some additional information. "Will you be making a lot of sweeping changes? Or sticking mainly with the status quo?" She didn't see a need to mess with a good system but wouldn't discount a new perspective.Phelps narrowed his eyes. "I'm not completely certain. I'm still going through the staff files." He folded his arms across his chest. "You've been here pretty much since graduation, haven't you?"Yeah, she had. And she didn't regret it one bit. She and Dak traveled during their breaks but the school had become their home. They'd never leave voluntarily.Giving Wilson a nod, she answered with a question. "Have you ever found a place that speaks to you on an instinctive level? That's what I found here. From the very first day." Might sound a little out there, but true nonetheless.Wilson inclined his chin. "I thought the same thing until senior year." A dark look crossed his face but cleared almost immediately. "But ten years of new experiences makes me appreciate what can happen here. I'm glad to be back." He stood up and came around the front of his desk. "It's not quite the same, but it's starting to feel like home again."Stella smiled even though his words struck a weird chord. "Well, it's good to have you back." She jerked her head toward the door. "I'm gonna be late for training, but thanks for letting me get my name down first." Starting for the exit, she paused when he mumbled something under his breath.Shaking her head, she gave him a second to continue but he didn't say anything else.When she reached the jamb, Wilson called out a farewell. She gave a small wave and ducked out of the room. An odd sense of foreboding settled between her shoulders but she shook it off, putting the vibe down to opening the door to the past.Maybe Wilson didn't like the reminder that she and Dak were a package deal.
I love a little cat and mouse and this scene ended up being a lot of fun to write.


That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye

Sunday Snippet: Underbelly

I seriously can't believe I'll be moving my daughter into her dorm in three weeks. It's coming up fast! She's very excited and I think I have almost everything she needs to be prepared for the daily masking, temperature taking, and hand sanitizing she's going to have to do.
On a super-positive note, I found an app that will let me not only brainstorm but will translate the long-form handwritten brainstorming I've done into text! This is true game changer for me. I'm so, so, so excited.
Had a semi-slow week for watching shows. I made some serious progress on getting my office cleared and organized. I'm almost ready to add a bookcase or two. I've been a little light on work projects so this is a terrific time to get the tedious sort, sort, sorting accomplished.
I did get to watch another episode of Peak Practice. I'm about midway through the second season and I have a sneaking suspicion someone will be leaving at the end of this one.
Also rewatched the second episode of Ms. Fisher's Modern Murder Mysteries. I truly love this spinoff.
Caught "The Sontaren Experiment" episodes of Classic Who. It's a lot of fun to visit Sarah Jane way back when. I miss Elisabeth a lot.
Watched episode four of Picard. I'm trying to figure out what the captain's deal is. All of his holographs are versions of himself? I kind of love it but also really wonder about it.
Got a few more episodes of Danger Man in, both ones I didn't remember. I thoroughly enjoyed each.
Also watched another compilation of Cirque du Soleilshows. I honestly can't fathom how the performers do what they do. I'm always, always amazed at their ability. And the costumers and makeup artists along with the musicians pull everything together. It's mind-blowing.
That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Underbelly, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Jarrod Steele is a private investigator who deals with the weird and the unknown and can find anything his clients want. His super-efficient assistant, Maylin Rose, along with her unique skill set, makes sure of it.
And a preview snippet…
Jarrod straightened his clothes and grinned. Maylin started typing—something she could actually do but not accurately at her current speed—just before their prospective client entered the office.She rose to offer a standard greeting. "Mr. Pemburke? Mr. Steele will see you right away." Ushering the man into Jarrod's office, she made the introductions. "Jarrod Steele, this is Mr. Aston Pemburke."Jarrod stood and offered his hand. "Pemburke, what can I do for you?"Maylin ducked out, no doubt going back to her desk to resume typing, but not before she turned the intercom record button on. She'd have an earphone in so she could listen to the entire meeting.Aston didn't waste time, getting directly to the point. "Steele, I'd like to hire you to retrieve an object stolen from my family's estate." He sat down and reached inside his interior jacket pocket. "This is what was taken." He handed Jarrod a photograph of a cube with carved runes embedded on all sides.Jarrod's curiosity piqued and he met Aston's gaze. "I'll need to know what I'm getting into here. The runes imply magick. Is there a protective spell or backlash to deal with?" He'd run into some nasty scenarios and now charged his client's accordingly.Aston's eyes widened. "Uh, I'm not certain. The object is my father's and he doesn't know it's missing yet." He leaned forward. "I'd like to keep it that way. I know who has it but I can't get close to him."Interesting. Jarrod mentally added another line item to the bottom line, as would Maylin when she gave Pemburke the contract.Jarrod pulled out a notepad. "I guarantee confidentiality. You're the client. The rest of your family can be none the wiser." He glanced up. "Tell me who has it and anything else you can think of regarding the artifact."Aston snarled. "Jayson Barrowman is the cretin who stole the cube from our home. He'll have it secured in his compound, which is a gated, guarded, and gilded monstrosity located in the foothills of Quark Mountain." His hands fisted in his lap. "You're not going to have an easy time of getting the cube back. I attended a party last month and it's nowhere on the main levels of the house. But I know it's there."Jarrod narrowed his gaze. "How, exactly, do you know?" A red flag went up.Aston shrugged. "I scried for the object. It's there but nowhere on the upper levels." He shifted his position on the chair. "Barrowman has to have a sublevel. There's no other explanation."Jarrod jotted the information down but Maylin would already be researching the architect and builder details. "I'll look into whether or not he has one. It's not a problem if he does." Jarrod paused and met Aston's gaze. "Do you have proof of ownership? If you don't, things could get sticky." He'd had his share of off the books item-retrieval, which always got dangerous.Aston withdrew another document. "This is a copy of the decree that gave my family control of the cube. My grandfather purchased the artifact from the Manchurins three decades ago."Jarrod had a working knowledge of the Manchurins. Old family, old magick, old money that ran dry. But he now had a thread he could pull to find out more about the cube. Especially if Pemburke didn't give Jarrod more to go on.Jarrod prodded Aston a little. "Okay, you've got ownership. Why did Barrowman steal the item?" A dispute between buyers couldn't be ruled out.Aston glanced away. "I'm not completely certain. The cube has immense power if the wielder understands the runes and how they work. Barrowman fancies himself a dark arts master." Pemburke met Jarrod's gaze again. "Which means he could turn the power against whomever he wants to."Well, hell. The stakes just anted up. And Pemburke knew more than he wanted to share with Jarrod. Another dollar sign to add to the contract.Jarrod stood. "Pemburke, the terms for this case will be fluid, dependent upon what I'll need to get in and out of Barrowman's estate and how much trouble I have doing so." He wrote an amount down. "This is the amount to put me on retainer." Sliding the paper toward Aston, he waited until the man nodded to continue. "If I don't have the job finished within a week, I'll provide an update to you and only you. Since you want this to stay confidential, I'll contact you via a messenger service under the name Atlas Limited." He moved around the desk and directed Pemburke to Maylin's desk. "Maylin, please provide a standard contract with this amount as a retainer. We're leaving the expenses open-ended for now."Maylin turned and opened a file cabinet to retrieve a contract.Jarrod thrust his hand forward. "Thanks for coming in, Pemburke. I'll leave you in Maylin's capable hands." After a firm handshake, Jarrod reentered his office and strode over to the windows.He didn't like the potential for mishap the cube represented. He'd be doing some careful research on any side effects handling the item might generate. Neither he nor Maylin needed another curse to be unleashed on them.They almost hadn't survived the last one.
This story took on a life of its own and I'm completely okay with that. The sages knew exactly what little twist to add to make this ten times better.


That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye

Sunday Snippet: Raid at Midnight

Wow, half of July is gone and I'm trying to get my office organized and figure out how we're going to get my daughter moved into her dorm. If she can even move into the place. The clear out and organization is going better than expected. I ordered several types of smaller bookcases and some drawers to help corral all the crap I've had surrounding me for close to a decade. It's way past time.
I didn't get a ton of television watched this week but I do have a few updates. First, I'm still having feels about Arrow's final episode. There might be more coming about the series as a whole at some point.
Caught Roswell, New Mexico and honestly truly enjoyed the episode, "I'll Stand by You." The entire cast got some solid screen time and that makes me very happy. Special kudos for Michael and Isabel's arc and I loved Kyle telling Liz she's family because he gets what she means now. I'm starting to truly appreciate the complexities of the characters' interactions. So good.
Watched the penultimate episode of Strike Backand, damn, the cast brought their A games. Seriously, every single moment had me on the edge of my seat. The crazy fight between Coltrane and Wyatt topped the list because the size difference is almost comical but the entire point wasn't lost on me. The trio needed to clear the air and that was the best way to do it. And I'll freely admit I absolutely loved Chetri's journey. I love that she pretty gave a giant middle finger to her captors and that her end didn't happen before the team arrived. Another huge eff you to the antagonists. Excellent viewing. Seriously.
Started another new episode of Blue Heelers and this one is off the charts crazy. Different from the usual and I like that.
Began a rewatch of Hollywood Dirt, a Passionflix original. I love the chemistry between the actors and I also appreciate the fact that the casting department will go back to actors who are terrific.
Caught several episodes of Danger Man and both were ones I don't remember watching. Each ended up being terrific.
That's pretty much my week in a nutshell. Tonight's post is from Raid at Midnight, formerly known as Under the Black Hawk Banner, which became the series title. I've done a little research and decided I need to make a change for the series and it's tentatively going to be Under the Black Raven Banner.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Verity Jones joins an elite group of civilian protectors in a battle-torn land. She's the daughter of an ace fighter pilot who tore up the skies in the first epic war. Emory Cavendish is the lead pilot and his crew pulls off amazing feats, largely thanks to Verity, which drives their commanding officer mad to the point of putting Verity in danger.
And a preview snippet…
Emory quelled the urge to stare at the newest member of the group. Whitcomb already set a terrible standard with his lack of welcome. Emory didn't care who worked on their planes as long as they flew.He led Specialist Jones down a darkened corridor then withdrew another set of keys. "We'll be heading to the east wing. No one is currently housed there, but it's kept clean and ready." After unlocking the door, he motioned for VJ to precede him.She stepped through the doorway and paused. "This isn't going to cause problems, is it? Only having one person in the entire wing?" Her eyes squinted when he pressed the lightswitch.Emory's lips curved. "Not at all. We're not fully staffed, but we do have a group that comes in to clean and air out the unused sections of the manor once a week. We have a cook that stays here full-time and his wife does the bulk of the cleaning and laundry. I'll introduce them to you…" He paused and tilted his head. "What do you prefer to be called? We're fairly casual around here since we're a civilian outfit." Only Whitcomb really adhered to rank and structure. "Do you go by your initials?"His companion lifted a shoulder. "Sometimes. But Jones is fine. I'm used to being referred to by my last name." Her gaze darted away from his.He shook his head. "We have two other Joneses. Do you mind if I ask what the VJ stands for?"She frowned for a moment. "Uh, Verity is my first name. The middle name is Jay, as in J-A-Y." She rolled her eyes. "My dad's got a thing for family names and every generation's firstborn has that middle name."Emory stopped at a set of stairs. "Up this way." His curiosity compelled him to ask more questions. "So, the firstborns are usually male then?" Her lips quirked and the smile reached her eyes.She gave a nod. "Got it on the first guess." Her gaze raked over the landing when they topped the stairs. "Wow. I'm going to be the only one here?" A slight echo bounced off the walls.Emory lifted his chin. "For now, yes. Whitcomb, no doubt, thinks you'll go stir-crazy not having any kind of company and you'll ask for a transfer straight away." He paused and caught her gaze. "But you're not gonna give him that satisfaction, are you?" He arched a brow to let her know he hoped she wouldn't.Verity grinned. "Probably not. I tend to stick to my guns." She sobered. "And I will prove my worth." Her tone held a ton of conviction.Emory flashed a smile. "I have no doubt…" Making a quick decision, he added, "Verity."She blinked, showing her surprise. "Um, okay. I appreciate the confidence." She glanced around then met his gaze again. "Do I take my pick? I'm a little out of my depth here."Emory shook his head. "Me too. And, yes, choose a room or rooms, whatever you'd like. I'll see if Mrs. Bainbridge can sort out a kettle and maybe a hot plate for your use." He pointed down the hallway. "There's a loo at either end of the corridor and you can do some washing in the one on this end if you need to."He waited while Verity poked her head into a few of the rooms then chose one. A good choice. The window looked out over the hangar and the runway would be in full view.Once she placed her rucksack at the end of the bed, he gave her a full briefing on the planes and upcoming missions. She asked intelligent questions, not surprising given the credentials and signatures she'd brought with her. But she completely threw him when she asked for details about a damaged rudder and the degree it affected the yaw. Only someone who flew would really think to ask something that specific.Intrigued beyond measure, Emory started piecing a few bits of information together. First and foremost, the home office finally sent someone who could maintain their small fleet of planes and really understand how they got used. Secondly, she had a ton of pull if the president and prime minister endorsed her presence. And, finally, whether she liked it or not, he had a pretty good idea where her intrinsic knowledge came from. And Whitcomb is going to be dead in the air if he thinks he'll run her out of the group.He wanted to verify his gut instinct, but if it proved correct, Verity Jones would be a valuable asset to the Black Raven program.Female or not.
I love this series! I think I've finally got a handle on how everything is going to play out. There might be a few tweaks here and there, but the alternate reality thing is so much fun to write.


That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye

Sunday Snippet: Uncommonly Good

I spent the past week wondering where half the year has gone quickly followed by feeling like it's been a decade since January. Anyone else have that experience? It's kind of insane how weird this year has been.
I did get a few shows watched while I worked on several projects. I had a week where I wanted some good background noise and got multiple episodes of Danger Man in. I truly enjoy this classic show.
I also started another episode of Blue Heelers. I'm almost through the second season of the show and I'm enjoying how things get changed up. I also love seeing how rural Australia is portrayed.
Have almost all of Riverdale's "Tangerine" in the watched column. Man, lots of reveals and good stuff in this episode. As much as I loathe and dislike Hiram, I kind of loved how Veronica sticks it to him. That said, I dread her storyline revolving around one-upping her dad all the time … if that's the direction the story goes in. Cheryl's situation with her mummy dearest ended up being a load of fun to watch. Archie's vigilantism biting him on the ass ended up being better than I thought it would be. Also loved Jughead finally getting to the bottom of the whole deal with his grandfather and the mystery books. And Betty … not quite sure how I feel about everything going on with her. I do have a theory about who's doing what to whom and I can't wait to see if I'm right.
Last but not least … I finally watched "Fadeout", the finale of Arrow. I have to say I couldn't have asked for a better end to the series. I'm so sad to see this chapter of the Arrowverse close but I'm also thrilled to have been a part of the experience from the very beginning. I got to watch the characters grow and change and become who and what they're meant to be. I think my favorite thing about this whole season are the callbacks to previous seasons and the cavalcade of familiar faces from the past—seriously, I don't think they missed anyone—and how they made Oliver's send-off worth its weight in green arrows. The fadeout with Oliver and Felicity in Moira's office ended up being pretty much a perfect endcap to the entire series. My glass is raised and my pile of tissues is testament to the emotional journey I took with the cast and crew of one of my very favorite shows ever.
Whew. I'm actually getting a kick in the feels all over again.
And that's a good note to wrap up television for this week. Tonight's post is from Uncommonly Good, a novella that features the coming together of a couple from opposite sides.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Shelby Fewes and Creed Campanalla have a very friendly rivalry vying for top name in their respective dark and light organizations. When Creed is ordered to eliminate Shelby for retaliation, he makes a different call and the duo have an uncommonly good time proving the two sides can live and love together.
And a preview snippet…
Creed Campanalla entered the study of Damon Gray, the light master, leader of the lightsider mages. "You wanted to see me, sir?" His gaze swept the room, taking in some recent changes.Damon glanced up from a file on his desk. "You're familiar with Shelby Tewes?" The folder made its way over to Creed, along with a chair.Creed sat, giving in to the expectation he would do so. "I am. We've got something of a friendly rivalry. She's at the top of the ranks on her side; I'm at the top on mine." The quiet part rarely got said aloud … assassins didn't compete openly.At least lightsider ones didn't.Damon tapped the packet of information. "She's overstepped and needs to be dealt with." His gaze met Creed's. "I want you to handle it." His tone didn't waver, but a question entered his eyes.Creed gave an inward sigh. He didn't have to accept the assignment. His connection to the light master gave him some leeway to pick and choose the type of work he did. Taking out a top ranked darksider would put a target on Creed's back.Creed set the file aside. "Is this an elimination or extraction?" He didn't really have to ask but making Gray verbally confirm would give Creed a kick of legitimacy. Damon folded his hands on the desk. "An elimination is warranted. She killed a protected mage and we can't let her get away with doing so." His chin lifted. "Darksiders have no honor. But this isn't a sanctioned accord. That's why I'm asking you to do this. I don't trust anyone else to complete this task."Creed bit back a scathing retort. He'd gone down this road before. Damon's trust tended to be a double-edged sword. Convenient for the light master to trot out when he needed something done off book but otherwise held at bay when things really counted.But Creed made a promise to his mother long ago and wouldn't break it now. She finally had the life she deserved … as long as he kept his place at Damon Gray's table.Creed leaned back and folded his arms over his chest. "What's the plan?" There would already be one or Shelby's file wouldn't have been provided.The light master's lips curved. "You're going to join the next cage match and make sure she ends up as your opponent." He shuffled the pages in his copy of the file. "You'll take her out when she cheats to win. That way you're within your rights and questions will be minimal." A very pleased look graced his features.Creed gave a nod and picked up his folder. "I'll put my name on the roster." He started toward the exit.Damon shook his head. "No need. It's already there."Creed's step didn't falter but he silently cursed the other man on his way out of the manor house. Creed liked to handle his work without interference from anyone, including the light master. He'd earned the right, dammit.The trek to his quarters on the grounds of the light master's estate, didn't take long and he'd cooled off by the time he sat down to review every detail in the package of information. He didn't question the need to do something about Shelby Tewes, but he did want to thoroughly research her background. Anything to give him an edge in the cage.By the time he finished the first two pages, he let out a low whistle. "Man, she's in a crappy situation." Paying off a debt her mom owed had turned her into an assassin for the darksiders. "At the age of fifteen? Geez." Ten years later, she'd become lethally proficient at her job. "And that's why I got called in."And if he had to be honest, this assignment didn't sit well with him. Shelby did cross a line, but if she'd been ordered to do so, making an example of her solved nothing. To avoid a late-night visit from the light master, Creed needed to be somewhere else to think and ponder how to handle everything … and to train for the upcoming cage match.Rising, he tucked the folder under his arm and headed for the location he always found sanctuary. With the blink of an eye, he stood inside his loft in the industrial section of the city. The old factory building belonged to him and had become the only place he called home.
I love this story! Creed and Shelby have a lot at stake because family is involved. I like exploring how characters will do what they have to in order to keep people they love safe or to pay a debt of honor.


That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye

Sunday Snippet: Twilight Kingdom

Well, July is off to a roaring start. Daughter's graduation party is scheduled for today and I'm hoping we have a good turnout but also spaced out over the three hours of the party. I'm filling out my blog post early and getting it ready to post beforehand.
Had a semi-busy week between work and the party prep, but I did get some solid television watched. I started out with Ms. Fisher's Modern Murder Mysteries. This is a rewatch for me but I love the show.
Also caught another arc of Classic Who. The four-part Ark in Space episodes. Not a bad group.
Watched another episode of The Witcher and, ouch, kind of a heartbreaker episode. I did totally love the dragons though. Looking forward to the next episode.
Caught two more season three episodes of Danger Man. I don't remember either of them so I enjoyed watching.
And that's it for this week. I should have more time next week to dive into some of the shows I'm behind on. And I have to watch the finale of Arrow. I'll have at least two boxes of tissues on hand. Just saying.
Tonight's post is from Twilight Kingdom, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt and puts a twist on a fairytale.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Jess Gillian heads to the outer rim planets to get away from his overbearing parents—the royal consorts of their home planet. When the heir is away, the evil Maniforti will play, luring Nareen Rhom, a palace ward, into a relationship so he can get close to the rulers. When Nareen gets wise, Maniforti casts a spell holding the entire kingdom in his thrall—until Jess returns and sets things straight.
And a preview snippet…
Nareen Rohm threw her head back and planted her hands on Jess Gillian's chest. "Ah, Jess! So good." Her fingers curled into her palms, no doubt to avoid drawing blood on his skin.Jess grasped her hips and thrust harder. Nari connected telepathically with his mind and the level of intimacy deepened. How it is possible for her to make the sex even hotter?He had no idea because he didn't have her inherent mind gift. Probably a good thing or they'd burn the palace down whenever they got passionate. Which happened often.She nudged his mind with her skill. "I'm close … you need to focus here." Her mental tone held no rancor, more like a desire to find release together.He responded, "See if this helps." His lips found and closed over her nipple and he swirled his tongue around the pebbled tip.Nari gasped then moaned. "Perfect. Don't stop." Her inner walls tightened around his shaft.The increased friction pushed him to the edge. "Come with me, Nari." A ball of tension uncoiled at the base of his spine and spread outward but he held back.Her breath rasped out between her lips then hitched in her throat before a shudder tore through her. "Now, Jess. Please, now." Her thighs quivered around his torso.His control slipped and he toppled over the brink, his palms cupping her ass until the orgasmic wave crested. She collapsed atop his chest but angled her head to meet his mouth. The kiss spun out, her tongue dueling with his. Sated and spent, it still didn't take long to have him half-hard again.He started to shift out from under her, intent on having her again, but a loud pounding at his door stopped their progress. Tangled up in the sheets, he heaved a sigh. Nari chuckled and helped him get unwrapped.The knocking grew louder."Dammit, Jess. I'm coming in. I know you're in there." His father's bellow came through loud and clear.Jess slipped from the bed, wrapping the sheet around him. Nareen sat up, pulling the duvet over her naked form. Jantzen Gillian, House of Gillian consort, entered the room in all his regal glory.He stopped and rolled his eyes. "You know this has to end soon, don't you?" He pinned Jess with a stern look. "In fact, it ends tonight. I'm announcing Jess's betrothal to Lavica Premier." He focused on Nareen. "You're my ward and I love you like a daughter, but you'll not be marrying my son." He turned to leave as if he didn't expect an argument.He should know better.Jess stalked to his father's side. "Uh-uh. No way. We've talked about this. I'm not getting married any time soon." He tightened his grip on the sheet. "It'll be my choice when I do."Jantzen's face took on a red hue of anger. "You know why I want this match. I won't accept argument." He shot his gaze toward the bed. "You're lucky I've let this go on as long as I have."Jess chafed at the constraints his father tried to put on him. "You don't have a say, Dad. Nari and I are grown. We can think for ourselves." Did they have to have this same conversation over and over?Jantzen waved a hand. "You play at being lovers because you're bored."Jess's temper snapped. "And why are we bored, Dad? Maybe because you keep us confined all the time? Only trot us out when you need us or let us travel for official events." On a roll, he plowed forward. "Why wouldn't we fall for each other? We've been at each other's sides for ten years. We know each other inside and out." He met Nari's gaze. "And guess what, Dad? We wouldn't have it any other way." Her wide smile confirmed her agreement.Jantzen huffed out a harsh breath. "Since you're being unreasonable, I'll give you three days to get your head around the idea of your betrothal. Be prepared for the announcement." Not bothering to wait for a response, he exited the room.Jess did a slow ten count to keep from following. Getting into a heated discussion wouldn't change his dad's mind. A cooler head might prevail … later.
I'm having a ton of fun putting some twists on the Sleeping Beauty trope. Jess and Nareen are very cool characters and interesting to get a handle on.


That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye

Sunday Snippet: Turning the Tide

June is coming to a close and I can honestly say this feels like the longest effing year while at the same time the days are flying off the calendar. It's bizarre and baffling. 2020 is probably going to go down as the year I want to forget but won't be able to. LOL
Rather slow week of television but I did get a few things watched. I started with Kings of Broadway, a charity program on YouTube. Thoroughly enjoyed it.
Started season three of Danger Man and thought it would be color episodes, but it's not yet. Enjoyed the first episode.
Caught another episode of Strike Back and Strike Back Declassified. I've only got two episodes left and then I'll have to start a rewatch because I love these characters so much.
Started a new episode of Blue Heelers and look forward to seeing how it ends. I like this Aussie drama and have a feeling I'll be seeing a lot of familiar faces.
Watched another episode of Gargoyles. It's one I don't remember so it was nice to have something to sink into. I think I'm about a third of the way through the second season.
That's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Turning the Tide, a Black Hawk Banner novella. Interestingly enough, the series name is going to change, but I haven't landed on the new title yet.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Verity and Emory have to balance the personal with the professional when they're back at Blackhawk command. They're tasked with taking out a crucial enemy stronghold by exploiting a vulnerable weakness. The removal of the base will give the allied forces a way into the heart of enemy territory. Just when they think they're ready to go, Verity's ace fighter pilot dad shows up to see his daughter … and meet the man who wants her—Emory Cavendish.
And a preview snippet…
Verity Jones kept her gaze on the panel in the wall of her room. She loosened the belt of her robe, anticipation filling her. Any moment now, Emory Cavendish would enter her room through the secret passageway and her night would be perfect.A soft click sounded a heartbeat before the panel slid outward and Emory came through.Verity's eyes widened and a laugh escaped. "Ah, Emory. You're eager tonight, aren't you?" His shirt and pants were thrown over his shoulder and his boots dangled from his fingertips.He flashed a grin. "I'm always eager to be with you and we don't have enough time together." He shrugged. "I figured I'd cut through the preliminaries." Placing his boots beside the secret door, he then dropped his clothes on the wooden chair beside the writing table.Verity moved forward, her robe billowing around her legs. "I love a smart man." Her fingers worked under his cotton T-shirt. "And you left me something to remove." She pushed the fabric upward and Emory lifted his arms, making it easy for her to slip the garment over his head.His hands cupped her shoulders and edged the silky material away from her skin. The robe hit the floor the same moment his boxers did. Skin-to-skin, they tumbled to the bed and their lips met.Verity loved everything about kissing Emory. He never rushed through an embrace, took his time exploring her mouth before he moved on to a sensuous skate along her jawline and down to her collarbone. He left a burning trail over the top of her breasts and paused to nuzzle between them before choosing which pebbled nipple he'd tease with his tongue.Verity used her hands to skim over his back, down his torso, and finally cupped his ass. She kneaded the flesh then worked her hands around to palm his erection. The shaft swelled in reaction and her fingers curled around the girth, adding stimulation.Emory's lips ghosted over her skin with a satisfied hum when he maneuvered his way back upward. "We're not gonna last long tonight, are we?" He cupped a breast, thumbing over the taut peak.Verity shook her head. "Not the first time, no." Her legs splayed, inviting him closer, and she guided his cock to her entrance.Emory flexed his hips, ready to thrust deeply but a rapid knock on her door kept him from following through. He rolled to his side and Verity scrambled off the bed to grab her robe.Tying the sash, she called out, "Be there in a minute." She checked to make sure Emory had ducked out of sight before twisting the knob.Percy waited outside, pacing back and forth. He stopped when she stepped out into the hallway. To his credit, he didn't gawk at her attire.Instead, he blew out a long exhale. "Important intel's coming in. Worthington needs you two." He jerked his head toward the main wing.Verity raised a brow but let the two slide. She and Emory worked at being discreet but the entire company probably had a solid handle on their status. As long as they didn't flaunt their relationship, the status quo would be golden.Verity lifted her chin. "I'll make sure Emory gets the message." After Percy gave her a brief salute, she closed the door to find Emory tugging on his boxers.The sight pained her, watching him cover his magnificent ass. She looked away, searching for her discarded uniform.He glanced over his shoulder. "I'll head down through the passageway." He dragged his shirt on then jammed his legs into his fatigues. "Don't think Worthington would appreciate me showing up sans pants." He didn't take the time to button up, instead yanking his uniform shirt on.Verity chuckled. "He might not, but I sure would appreciate it."Okay, maybe not. She'd be useless if they had to plan a mission.Emory's lips quirked. "We'd get nothing done if I tried that." He got up and cupped her cheek. "I'll see you down there." He leaned in and caught her mouth in a kiss.Verity melted into him for a moment then stepped away so he could head down. She opted against her uniform and threw some regular clothes on and exited her room to attend the briefing.Julie met Verity on the way up the stairs. Holding a mug of tea in one hand and a warmed pot in the other. Verity had no doubt where Julie had been—holed up in Worthington's room.She shook her head. "There's something about late-night tea runs, isn't there?" Her teasing tone had Julie's lips twitching.She lifted a shoulder. "The tea is just so much better in the main wing instead of our makeshift kitchenette."Verity laughed. "I hear you." Amazing how the steamy brew left stubble burns on Julie's neck too.Giving the nurse a quick wave, Verity headed down the stairs and out into the main corridor.
I have this four-book series almost completely planned out. This is, right now, the final book and I'm having so much fun writing the exploits of the characters.


That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye

Sunday Snippet: Truth Hurts

I can't believe there's only one more week and a few days of June left. This year seems to be flying by so fast—even with a pandemic and social distancing.
Slow week of television again but a good one for client phone calls. I have a couple if potentially interesting new projects to be excited about.
I did finish up Danger Man with the last few episodes of season two. I'll be starting the color episodes this week along with the new title of Secret Agent. Should be fun.
I also got through the Riverdale episode I started last week and, surprisingly, it got better. I kind of understand where Alice came from but it still annoys me to no end. Veronica's savage takedown of Hiram made my week. I also ended up really enjoying the Cheryl session with the guidance counselor—whoever tagged Gina Torres for that role deserves a raise. I'm very intrigued by the cutaway end scenes. If not for my absolute complete and utter loathing of Hiram, I would be so set to keep watching this show. As it is, I literally hate that character so much, I'll probably only skim through the season.
I caught another episode of Roswell, New Mexico and thoroughly enjoyed it. I like Alex and Michael working as a team without the usual UST between them. Having them become actual friends is a great thing and I'm totally there to watch that happen. Loved having the former Max back as a Mains ancestor. Here's hoping he'll be available for more flashback scenes. I like where Isabel is headed and love what she did for Arturo and Liz. Also loved, loved, loved Kyle's scenes with his mom. I'm not quite sure how I feel about the dean's daughter storyline, but I'm down with whatever happens. I kind of have a tiny hope Kyle ends up hooking up with Cameron at some point … but that's only if Jessie doesn't have her abducted. I totally don't believe he's been shackled by anyone or anything. In fact, I'd lay odds he's the actual private security firm's leader. That's my prediction and I'm sticking to it.
Last but not least, I watched another episode of Peak Practice. I've been staying with the chronological order for now and I'm working my way through the second season. Should have it finished up within the month. I hope.
And that's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Truth Hurts, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Mardi Darr discovers her current lover is an enemy agent with an enchanted chip in his head. She gives the okay for a risky surgery and it lands him in a submersion chamber with no brain activity. Heth Santiago is responsible for Mardi being with Staz and he needs to help Mardi accept the truth … even though it hurts like a bitch.
And a preview snippet…
Mardi pulled up behind the nondescript ranch house on a quiet street two towns over. "This should work until we can get Joannie in for a debrief." She cut the engine.Staz rubbed the back of his head and around to his temples. "Man, my head hurts." He craned his neck from side to side.His brows furrowed and he exhaled on a long breath.Mardi frowned but turned to face Heth. "We weren't tailed, but it probably won't take long for the hawks to figure out we've got her." She slid a quick glance in Staz's direction, concerned when he kept rubbing his fingers across his forehead.Heth nodded. "We bought some time but not much. Getting her inside then relocated should be a top priority." He angled sideways to address Joannie. "Are you good with going into our protective program?"Mardi rolled her eyes. Whether Joannie wanted to or not, she didn't have a choice. She either went into seclusion or she risked losing her life.Joannie twisted her hands in her lap. "Will I have any contact with you?" She asked the question of Heth.Mardi bit back a rude snort. Of course Joannie wanted to maintain a line of communication with Heth. Probably had serious heart eyes for the guy.Which shouldn't concern Mardi in the least. Not anymore. Her case of romantic infatuation with the man ended when he walked away from her.Except it didn't … not really.Staz groaned. "Mar, you got any painkillers? This throbbing won't stop." He popped the glove compartment open and riffled around.Mardi reached out and placed her fingers at his nape. She pushed a soothing vibe, hoping to alleviate some of his discomfort. A niggle of guilt licked along her consciousness because she'd been focused on Heth instead of Staz.Heth answered Joannie. "I'll help handle getting you moved but, after that, you're better off severing all ties with us. It protects you. But we'll keep tabs on you and you'll have an emergency number you can call if anything hinky happens." His gaze flicked to Staz, who continued to mumble complaints about his headache. "Look, Mardi, cancel the crew. I'll get Joannie into alliance headquarters for a debrief." His shouldered his way out of the SUV then motioned for Joannie to follow.Mardi barely refrained from snarking about the change of plans. If Heth wanted to spend his time with a beautiful woman, it didn't matter to Mardi. She wanted to get Staz home anyway.She rolled her window down. "Standard perimeter wards and hex locks?" She'd have to let the team know so they didn't trip anything when they came to pick Heth and Joannie up.He nodded. "Have them approach from this side via the back door. I'm going to reinforce the front out to the street. If we get any surprises from the hawks, it'll buy us time to get out." Grabbing Joannie's elbow, he led her up to the house.Mardi waited until they got inside then pulled away. "You're going in to have a brain scan, Staz. No more arguments. We've gotta find out why your headaches are getting worse." Easing out onto the street from the alley, she glanced in his direction.He gave a twitchy nod then leaned back against the headrest. His eyes closed and he took slow, even breaths—a sure sign her healing magic had little effect. Surprising, since her ability had grown in recent months.Hence the reason the Street Hawks were so damned determined to get their hands on her. They wanted a powerful mage to control so they could enhance their sorcery and act as a conduit between their mage and wizard sides. Her direct descendancy from a line of pure blood mages had them frothing at the mouth. Lucky her.Staz opened his eyes and angled his head toward her. "I'm sorry for this, Mar. I'm such a pain in the ass." He straightened again and drifted back out.Mardi shook her head. "No reason to apologize." She should be the one begging forgiveness.She enjoyed their time together, and she wanted to love him, but Heth obviously still had pull with her thoughts and her heart. As for being a pain in the ass … no one but the hawks had that particular claim right now.
A little longer than usual with the preview but this scene came together better than I'd hoped. The sages were on fire.


That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye

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

So far, June is shaping up to be a weird month. Work has slowed way down, which isn't an all bad thing. I've been very fortunate to have a steady flow when so many others have been furloughed or, worse, completely lost their job. That said, it's weird to have time on my hands so I'm hitting projects I've been putting off for ages. It's kind of wonderful and scary all at the same time.
Hit or miss week with television viewing. I haven't been watching as much as I normally do, mainly because I've been doing a good bit of writing. I did catch another episode of Danger Man. Almost finished with the second season.
I caught the penultimate episode of Arrow. Green Arrow and the Canaries ended up being more entertaining than I thought it would be. I'd watch the new version if it comes around.
Also started another episode of Riverdale. I'll be honest, I'm probably done after this season. Alice came such a long way and now she's back to being her obnoxiously overbearing self. I had so hoped she'd maintain her character growth. Bleh.
That's pretty much it for this week. Tonight's post is from Trip the Light Fantastic, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt and is part of the Chaos series.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Esme Von Staunton and Ashton Sylvester think they might be going insane. Ashton's weird attunement with Esme draws her into his bizarre nightmare of hallucinations and doing things neither remember. Esme's brother Eric stumbles onto a plot by Baron Mobride and races to save his source and his favorite couple, but Mobride has other ideas and doesn't plan to let Eric thwart him.
And a preview snippet…
Baron Franz Mobride pressed his seal against the wax on the envelope. "This goes to the usual location." The mixture of olympus and opium in the paraffin might be his most ingenious idea ever.The lackey, Johnston, maybe, carefully took the stack of correspondence and tucked it into his case. "I'll see they're delivered in due course." He turned on his heel and exited Franz's office.Franz leaned back in his chair. "Soon … very soon now, I'll know who has an affinity with the olympus and the advantage that knowledge will afford me." He needed something to give him an edge with his silent benefactor.All because of Ashton Sylvester.Franz poured a healthy amount of amber liquor into a tumbler. "The earl of Cranford won't a thorn in my side much longer." Not if Franz's intuition didn't fail him.His gut squirmed, indicating the correct nature of his guess. Olympus gave Sylvester added insight and who knew what other abilities. Now Franz had to prove his theory and find a way to exploit the fact to benefit himself. If he got his hands on Sylvester's fortune more the better.Draining the glass, he cracked a smile. "Then I'll be on equal footing with my American counterpart." And he wouldn't have to keep excruciatingly accurate account of his expenses.The very thought chafed against Franz's sense of value. Why did it matter what he spent the flow of funds coming from the American on? Franz had an image to uphold and a network of people to control. The loss of his personal wealth left a bitter taste in the back of his throat.Twirling the tumbler in his hand, he gnashed his teeth. "Sylvester will pay for ruining me financially. I've still got some friends in the consortium that'll back my every move." Sometimes extortion didn't pay in gold.Setting the glass aside, Mobride rose from his chair and took a moment to doff his hat and coat. He had a long-standing appointment at the Tildaswail Brothel.Flashing a grin, he hailed his carriage. "Can't be late. I want to use every minute I have working out my frustration on a willing woman." Stepping up into the plush interior of his enclosed vehicle, he waved his driver onward.
This series is going to some unexpected places. It started with two books then quickly morphed into four. I'm excited to see how everything plays out.


That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye

Sunday Snippet: A Timely Distraction

Well, June is off to an auspicious start. Not only a pandemic still raging but global protests against police brutality and systematic racism. It's a wild time to be alive. Whew.
Not a bad week of television viewing overall, especially considering how intense this past week has been. I started out with some new Blue Heelers and almost finished up the episode.
Also caught several more episodes of Danger Man. I'm almost through the second season and should be starting the third soon.
I did indeed start Gabriel's Inferno and I've been catching bits and pieces throughout the week. This is a movie I want to watch during uninterrupted time so it'll take me a while to get through the full two hours. I'm excited there will be more to come with a second part to this and I think two more books to adapt. Good stuff so far.
Also did some additional listening to the Battlestar Galactica soundtrack for season three. I'm going to have to hunt down the works I don't have from Bear McCreary. He's truly a remarkable composer.
That's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from A Timely Distraction, a fairytale-style fantasy.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Donahue Stuart, prince and heir to his father's throne, longs for grand adventures, but danger lurks from raiders and marauders, out for royal blood. Enter Lady Vivian, daughter of the king's oldest friend, and a kindred spirit who shows Donahue he can have all the magnificent escapades he wants, right in his own realm.
And a preview snippet…
Damon Stuart, the reigning monarch of Kendara entered his son's suite of rooms unannounced. "Donahue Malcolm MacKinnon Stuart! Where are you?" His voice boomed, carrying out to the balcony.Hue winced. "Shit. All four names. He knows about Delia." He'd hoped to keep the dalliance under wraps a little while longer.Heaving a sigh, Hue pushed away from the stone abutment and turned to enter his sitting area. His father paced back and forth, muttering under his breath. Hue paused a moment, wishing they could agree on at least one single topic for once. Probably not going to happen today.Hue cleared his throat. "I'm right here, Father." He didn't say more; no use poking at his dad when he already had a full head of steam boiling out of his ears.Damon whirled around. "What were you thinking? Bedding Delia Sinclair." He began pacing again. "Fitzmar just set her up as his mistress. He paid her tribute price and expected to have a solid return on his investment." He stopped walking again and sent his son a scathing look. "You've ruined her for that now."Hue rolled a shoulder. "It's not my fault I'm well-endowed or that she snuck into my bathing chamber. You employ servants who are supposed to keep the latter from happening." Of course, Delia slipped a bag of coins to the footman for the privilege of watching Hue bathe.Why would anyone consider it a privilege? Oh, right. I'm the prince and heir to the throne.Damon grunted. "And you couldn't have refused her advances? Especially knowing Fitzmar had claim?" A grimace of distaste belied the king's words.King Stuart loathed the court consort tradition but couldn't do much to disabuse visiting dignitaries from engaging in the exchange of tributes between his noblemen and those from other kingdoms.Hue ripped the scab off an already festering wound. "Why should I? It's the only time I have contact with the realms outside of Kendara." He gave his dad a pointed look. "I might not have to resort to bedding the comely women who track me down if you'd actually let me travel without an entourage of guards and gibbon-faced advisors." He'd be twenty in a month's time and hadn't seen anything of the world that didn't involve some kind of courtly fanfare.He longed to explore, visit villages outside of Kendara's realm, see how other people lived their lives.Damon laid a hand on Hue's shoulder. "You know why you can't." Sadness weighed his father's words.Yeah, he did. A promise made to his mother on her deathbed—to always keep Hue safe. Ah, Mom, why would you do that to me?Damon sighed. "We've had this argument too many times, my son."Hue lifted his chin, acknowledging the truth of those words. "And we'll keep having it until you see reason, Dad." Which might happen just shy of never.Damon shook his head. "You'll have to make recompense to Fitzmar. He's frothing over the loss of Delia."Hue quirked a brow. "She's really refusing to honor her contract?" Not that Hue blamed her; women shouldn't have to barter their looks and talent to have a place in court.The king sent Hue a sideways glance. "After bedding you? I'm sure she's holding out hope to become a royal asset."Which would never happen because Damon abolished the horrible practice when he became betrothed to Hue's mother.Hue frowned. "I'll forward the tribute price with an added ten percent to Fitzmar. That will soothe his tattered ego. As for Delia, she can wish and hope until time's end but I explained our liaison would be a one-time occurrence." He never made promises he wouldn't keep.The idea and practice of stringing people along irritated him. His father's tutelage and demonstrations of being up front, honest, and open in his dealings stuck with Hue and helped shape him into a man he hoped his mother would be proud of.Damon shook his head. "Fitzmar will accept the offering, but he'll make his disappointment known. That's something you'll have to deal with." Exhaling slowly, he continued. "You arrogance is going to do you in someday, Hue. And probably make your future wife wary with fear of being married to you, a man with a voracious appetite for sex."Hue snorted. "I doubt that. I won't wed a simpering mess who can't handle physical intimacy, Dad." The thought made him cringe.He'd bedded the most amazing mistresses and courtesans in the kingdom. Hue wanted a woman in bed; one that had the same passions he had. Like his father, Hue wanted to be true to his wife.He met his dad's eyes squarely. "I want what you and Mother had, to be of one heart and in tune with each other."Damon's gaze drifted to the balcony doors. "I hope you find someone who loves you the way your mother loved me, and that you return her feelings tenfold." He faced Hue again. "But try to be more circumspect with your dalliances until you find her."Hue rolled his eyes. "If you'd let me leave and travel a little, no one would be the wiser to my conquests." And he'd finally have the longed-for freedom he wanted so badly.Damon's lips thinned to a slash across his face. "You've had quite enough adventure in this castle; let's not start the same argument again."Hue conceded. "Fine, Dad. Consider the subject closed." He gave a slight bow and stalked back out onto the balcony, needing the fresh air and distance from the king.How can I effectively lead a kingdom if I've never truly been out in the world?The honest answer made his head ache.He couldn't.
I have a lot of fun mixing and blasting through some of the established norms of fairytales. Hue is a joy to write.


That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye