Skye Ritchey's Blog, page 36
February 3, 2019
Sunday Snippet: Melee
Brrrr. The past week ended up being a wild ride of crappy weather and really cold temperatures. Of course, we're warming up for a few days then back to the icy tundra again. I predict lots of colds and other nasty viral illnesses in the near future. Bleh.
It was a good week to stay in and watch television. I finished a 77 Sunset Strip marathon binge watch. I love the classic show, even the last season that only had Bailey as the detective. Completely different tone but good episodes.
Caught another episode of Pensacola Wings of Gold. Kind of fun to have them in a different location. Also watched an episode of Lexx. This is one I didn't remember seeing the first time around. Nice to have something unexpected.
Started the fifth season of Endeavor. I love this show. I'm kind of looking forward to maybe doing an entire start-to-finish watch of Inspector Frost once the Endeavor series concludes. I can follow it up with Lewis. Started episode two of season fourteen of Midsomer Murders. I'm quite enjoying the new Barnaby and somewhat different tone of the show.
Finally got to watch the fifth season premiere of Gotham. The app on my streaming device was being contrary and kept stopping before the opening credits even rolled. Played the stupid ads though. Loved the opening episode. Between this show and Riverdale, the batshit crazy can't be topped. Just saying.
I caught some more Classic Who, finishing up the space museum episodes and starting on the next Dalek arc. Also binge watched a day of Mod Squad.
That's it for television. A little lighter than I originally thought. Tonight's post is from Melee, a novella that started with a two-word prompt of "forget this".
Here's the mini-blurb:
Josie Walls and Parson Parrington gain extraordinary skills when they're captured and experimented on in a remote laboratory in an icy tundra. Longing to be free, they put their newfound abilities to the test, escaping their prison and going on the run.
And a preview snippet…
"Psst. Hey. Hey, you. Raven chick. Wake up."Josie Walls fought through the fog in her brain to address the persistent voice to her left. "The name's not Raven and I'm not asleep." Drugged to the nth degree, yes.Definitely not asleep.The voice, deep and smooth but with a bit of a rasp between breaths, spoke again. "Do you know where we are? Or how we got here?" Struggling sounds echoed in the space. "Or what the hell is going on?"Josie blinked and tried to sit up. Fuck. She couldn't move either. Restraints around her wrists and feet and—if she didn't miss her guess her midsection—held her immobile.She growled. "No. No. And no. Absolutely clueless over here." At least the fuzziness in her mind started to clear. "You can't move either?" The rattling of metal on metal answered.Shit. What the hell happened? The last she remembered… being at Zero Chill, the new club on the boulevard. Out of her league on a good day, she'd gone to blow off steam and max out her ex's credit card. Damn, I looked kick-ass in that slinky red dress."Hey. Hey… did you zone out on me?" The voice broke through her memory.Josie shook her head… or tried to. A band of something foamy held it in place, too.She cleared her throat. "No. Trying to piece the how and what together. Head hurts and everything is fuzzy and distorted." Like a bad experience with booze or drugs.The guy snorted. "Yeah and not in a good way. This blows ass." He struggled again. "Name's Parson. Last thing I remember is getting out of a limo with a group of friends at Zero Chill."Josie jerked in response to the name of the club. "That's where I was." Why couldn't she remember leaving?Parson cut into her musing again. "That's something at least." He waited a beat. "Can I know your name?" Waited another. "Aw, hell. Do you remember it?"She smiled, which made her face ache, something she'd have to ponder later. "I remember. I'm Josie." Angling her head as much as the restraints would allow, she got her first glimpse of Parson.Whoo, boy. Covered from shoulder to toe in a clear, gauzy fabric, he took up most of the neighboring table. The material left little to the imagination. The man's primo physique displayed nicely. What the hell, Josie? Figure shit out now… ogle later."Wish I could say it's nice to meet you, Josie, but I'd rather know what the hell is going on instead."She almost chuckled. But she couldn't. Unease slithered its way through her when she cast a glance around their location. Stark white walls, lots of stainless steel, and terrifying-looking equipment met her gaze.She made a stab a keeping the rising fear at bay. "Uh, Parson, something tells me we're not in Zero Chill anymore." Hell, it didn't look like they were in the US anymore. The language on the piece of machinery looked foreign.He made a garbled choking sound. "Yeah, I got that." He struggled against the bindings again. "I'd like someone to tell me what the fuck is going on."A bright light snapped on overhead and a booming voice supplied an answer. "All in due time, my captive subjects. Until then… enjoy the solitude while you can." A rumble of something resembling a laugh followed.Josie closed her eyes, the full extent of her dilemma seeping into her. "Son of a bitch. Hollis Mayweather."Her stupid, lowdown, good for nothing ex.
This one is taking some turns I didn't expect but I love it. I'm at the point where a long brainstorming session needs to happen so I can flesh out all the story beats.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
It was a good week to stay in and watch television. I finished a 77 Sunset Strip marathon binge watch. I love the classic show, even the last season that only had Bailey as the detective. Completely different tone but good episodes.
Caught another episode of Pensacola Wings of Gold. Kind of fun to have them in a different location. Also watched an episode of Lexx. This is one I didn't remember seeing the first time around. Nice to have something unexpected.
Started the fifth season of Endeavor. I love this show. I'm kind of looking forward to maybe doing an entire start-to-finish watch of Inspector Frost once the Endeavor series concludes. I can follow it up with Lewis. Started episode two of season fourteen of Midsomer Murders. I'm quite enjoying the new Barnaby and somewhat different tone of the show.
Finally got to watch the fifth season premiere of Gotham. The app on my streaming device was being contrary and kept stopping before the opening credits even rolled. Played the stupid ads though. Loved the opening episode. Between this show and Riverdale, the batshit crazy can't be topped. Just saying.
I caught some more Classic Who, finishing up the space museum episodes and starting on the next Dalek arc. Also binge watched a day of Mod Squad.
That's it for television. A little lighter than I originally thought. Tonight's post is from Melee, a novella that started with a two-word prompt of "forget this".
Here's the mini-blurb:
Josie Walls and Parson Parrington gain extraordinary skills when they're captured and experimented on in a remote laboratory in an icy tundra. Longing to be free, they put their newfound abilities to the test, escaping their prison and going on the run.
And a preview snippet…
"Psst. Hey. Hey, you. Raven chick. Wake up."Josie Walls fought through the fog in her brain to address the persistent voice to her left. "The name's not Raven and I'm not asleep." Drugged to the nth degree, yes.Definitely not asleep.The voice, deep and smooth but with a bit of a rasp between breaths, spoke again. "Do you know where we are? Or how we got here?" Struggling sounds echoed in the space. "Or what the hell is going on?"Josie blinked and tried to sit up. Fuck. She couldn't move either. Restraints around her wrists and feet and—if she didn't miss her guess her midsection—held her immobile.She growled. "No. No. And no. Absolutely clueless over here." At least the fuzziness in her mind started to clear. "You can't move either?" The rattling of metal on metal answered.Shit. What the hell happened? The last she remembered… being at Zero Chill, the new club on the boulevard. Out of her league on a good day, she'd gone to blow off steam and max out her ex's credit card. Damn, I looked kick-ass in that slinky red dress."Hey. Hey… did you zone out on me?" The voice broke through her memory.Josie shook her head… or tried to. A band of something foamy held it in place, too.She cleared her throat. "No. Trying to piece the how and what together. Head hurts and everything is fuzzy and distorted." Like a bad experience with booze or drugs.The guy snorted. "Yeah and not in a good way. This blows ass." He struggled again. "Name's Parson. Last thing I remember is getting out of a limo with a group of friends at Zero Chill."Josie jerked in response to the name of the club. "That's where I was." Why couldn't she remember leaving?Parson cut into her musing again. "That's something at least." He waited a beat. "Can I know your name?" Waited another. "Aw, hell. Do you remember it?"She smiled, which made her face ache, something she'd have to ponder later. "I remember. I'm Josie." Angling her head as much as the restraints would allow, she got her first glimpse of Parson.Whoo, boy. Covered from shoulder to toe in a clear, gauzy fabric, he took up most of the neighboring table. The material left little to the imagination. The man's primo physique displayed nicely. What the hell, Josie? Figure shit out now… ogle later."Wish I could say it's nice to meet you, Josie, but I'd rather know what the hell is going on instead."She almost chuckled. But she couldn't. Unease slithered its way through her when she cast a glance around their location. Stark white walls, lots of stainless steel, and terrifying-looking equipment met her gaze.She made a stab a keeping the rising fear at bay. "Uh, Parson, something tells me we're not in Zero Chill anymore." Hell, it didn't look like they were in the US anymore. The language on the piece of machinery looked foreign.He made a garbled choking sound. "Yeah, I got that." He struggled against the bindings again. "I'd like someone to tell me what the fuck is going on."A bright light snapped on overhead and a booming voice supplied an answer. "All in due time, my captive subjects. Until then… enjoy the solitude while you can." A rumble of something resembling a laugh followed.Josie closed her eyes, the full extent of her dilemma seeping into her. "Son of a bitch. Hollis Mayweather."Her stupid, lowdown, good for nothing ex.
This one is taking some turns I didn't expect but I love it. I'm at the point where a long brainstorming session needs to happen so I can flesh out all the story beats.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
January 27, 2019
Sunday Snippet: Maybe This Seems Familiar
We're still in the grips of cold and snow. Not a ton of accumulation but the temperatures? Ugh… it's cold. We had a full day of single-digit weather this past week. The local school system had Monday and Tuesday off for the Columbus Day holiday and a staff training day, then had the rest of the week off due to icy roads. Fun times.
Light week in television again. I finished up episode two of the second season of Penny Dreadful. Also watched the season finale of Wynonna Earp. Man… this show. It's so, so good.
Caught another episode of Painkiller Jane and watched an episode of Underbelly Razor. Also caught some Babylon 5 and The Sarah Conner Chronicles.
I'm finally catching up on Arrow and "The Demon" did not disappoint. I wondered what happened to Talia and it's probably good she survived the island. I also watched an episode of Blade the series.
I had some binge marathons of some classic television with The Saint and 77 Sunset Strip. I love both shows and it's nice to have them on in the background when I'm working.
That's about it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Maybe This Seems Familiar, a novella that started with a two-word prompt of "step back".
Here's the mini-blurb:
A tragic death sends Inyx Pic, an Adept Major, into a brittle shell of self-doubt. When Philo Batson, her Adept Master, pushes Inyx to get back to teaching, her armor of disillusionment cracks and anger and grief come pouring out, leaving Philo to handle the fallout.
And a preview snippet…
Philo crossed the bedroom to gaze through the window. "The sun's trying to come out but it'll stay gray all day." Fitting, all things considered.He needed to fully extricate himself from Fillomena, cut ties and be done with the attempt to have a life that didn't include Inyx. If last night showed him anything it plainly laid out the fact he loved her, enough to be patient and let her find her way to him.Inyx sighed. "You're leaving, aren't you?" She slid to the edge of the mattress and sat with her legs dangling from the side.He turned and met her gaze. "For a while, yes. A clean break with Fillomena needs to be handled and I want to do it today." He should've listened to Inyx about the other woman's machinations.Inyx shook her head. "For what it's worth. I'm sorry." She got up and scrubbed a hand over her face. "If you hadn't been distracted by my drama, you would've seen Fillomena for the manipulator she is." Sighing, Inyx came to stand beside him.Philo shrugged. "I'm just glad someone other than you pointed out how lame Philo and Fillomena sound together." His lips twitched and he tamped down a chuckle.Inyx blinked then snorted. Then she surprised the hell out him by barking out full-blown laugh. She grabbed his arm, almost doubled over with mirth.If he accomplished nothing else today, he'd be happy.Almost.He needed one more thing from Inyx.And she wouldn't like it.He'd let her have a few more moments of glee. "I know. I can't believe you didn't hit on the name thing straight away." Inyx usually found the absurd before anyone else.She hand-waved his comment. "Me too. I'll have to blame my lack of notice on everything else going on right now." She sobered but the haunted shadows didn't enter her gaze.Philo took his chance. "Speaking of everything going on…" How did he word what he needed to say? "There's a whole class that still needs training, will you at least take another look?" He caught her before she could turn away. "If there's anyone you have true concerns about, we'll hold them until the next class comes through. Maybe add a new level for those who have ability but lack the aptitude to really keep up?" The idea took shape as he spoke and he glanced to see her reaction.Better than he expected. Interest and consideration entered her gaze and she slowly nodded, turning the concept over in her mind. He'd take the small win. Now for the bigger battle.He opened his mouth to plead a case but she stopped him by raising her hand.Heaving a sigh, she inclined her chin. "Okay. I'll look at the class files again. But I won't promise anything more than that right now." She paused a moment. "But the idea of adding a new level has merit and I'll keep that in mind when I'm reviewing."Philo nodded. "It's a solid compromise and a place to start." He exhaled slowly, gearing up for a not so pleasant task. "I'm going to take off and track Fillomena down but I'll stop by this afternoon if you plan to be here."Inyx gave him a quick smile. "I've got twenty-five folders to read through. I won't be going anywhere anytime soon." She followed him from her room to the front door.He paused before he turned the knob. "If you need anything—"She cut in. "I'll let you know. I'll be fine, Philo. And I'll see you later this afternoon."He gave a brief nod then exited, shivering a little in the brisk morning air. First stop, home, for a hot shower and some warmer clothes. The earlier hint of sun now fully hid behind gloomy clouds.
I'm not quite sure where this one will end up but I'm really pleased with how it's going so far.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
Light week in television again. I finished up episode two of the second season of Penny Dreadful. Also watched the season finale of Wynonna Earp. Man… this show. It's so, so good.
Caught another episode of Painkiller Jane and watched an episode of Underbelly Razor. Also caught some Babylon 5 and The Sarah Conner Chronicles.
I'm finally catching up on Arrow and "The Demon" did not disappoint. I wondered what happened to Talia and it's probably good she survived the island. I also watched an episode of Blade the series.
I had some binge marathons of some classic television with The Saint and 77 Sunset Strip. I love both shows and it's nice to have them on in the background when I'm working.
That's about it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Maybe This Seems Familiar, a novella that started with a two-word prompt of "step back".
Here's the mini-blurb:
A tragic death sends Inyx Pic, an Adept Major, into a brittle shell of self-doubt. When Philo Batson, her Adept Master, pushes Inyx to get back to teaching, her armor of disillusionment cracks and anger and grief come pouring out, leaving Philo to handle the fallout.
And a preview snippet…
Philo crossed the bedroom to gaze through the window. "The sun's trying to come out but it'll stay gray all day." Fitting, all things considered.He needed to fully extricate himself from Fillomena, cut ties and be done with the attempt to have a life that didn't include Inyx. If last night showed him anything it plainly laid out the fact he loved her, enough to be patient and let her find her way to him.Inyx sighed. "You're leaving, aren't you?" She slid to the edge of the mattress and sat with her legs dangling from the side.He turned and met her gaze. "For a while, yes. A clean break with Fillomena needs to be handled and I want to do it today." He should've listened to Inyx about the other woman's machinations.Inyx shook her head. "For what it's worth. I'm sorry." She got up and scrubbed a hand over her face. "If you hadn't been distracted by my drama, you would've seen Fillomena for the manipulator she is." Sighing, Inyx came to stand beside him.Philo shrugged. "I'm just glad someone other than you pointed out how lame Philo and Fillomena sound together." His lips twitched and he tamped down a chuckle.Inyx blinked then snorted. Then she surprised the hell out him by barking out full-blown laugh. She grabbed his arm, almost doubled over with mirth.If he accomplished nothing else today, he'd be happy.Almost.He needed one more thing from Inyx.And she wouldn't like it.He'd let her have a few more moments of glee. "I know. I can't believe you didn't hit on the name thing straight away." Inyx usually found the absurd before anyone else.She hand-waved his comment. "Me too. I'll have to blame my lack of notice on everything else going on right now." She sobered but the haunted shadows didn't enter her gaze.Philo took his chance. "Speaking of everything going on…" How did he word what he needed to say? "There's a whole class that still needs training, will you at least take another look?" He caught her before she could turn away. "If there's anyone you have true concerns about, we'll hold them until the next class comes through. Maybe add a new level for those who have ability but lack the aptitude to really keep up?" The idea took shape as he spoke and he glanced to see her reaction.Better than he expected. Interest and consideration entered her gaze and she slowly nodded, turning the concept over in her mind. He'd take the small win. Now for the bigger battle.He opened his mouth to plead a case but she stopped him by raising her hand.Heaving a sigh, she inclined her chin. "Okay. I'll look at the class files again. But I won't promise anything more than that right now." She paused a moment. "But the idea of adding a new level has merit and I'll keep that in mind when I'm reviewing."Philo nodded. "It's a solid compromise and a place to start." He exhaled slowly, gearing up for a not so pleasant task. "I'm going to take off and track Fillomena down but I'll stop by this afternoon if you plan to be here."Inyx gave him a quick smile. "I've got twenty-five folders to read through. I won't be going anywhere anytime soon." She followed him from her room to the front door.He paused before he turned the knob. "If you need anything—"She cut in. "I'll let you know. I'll be fine, Philo. And I'll see you later this afternoon."He gave a brief nod then exited, shivering a little in the brisk morning air. First stop, home, for a hot shower and some warmer clothes. The earlier hint of sun now fully hid behind gloomy clouds.
I'm not quite sure where this one will end up but I'm really pleased with how it's going so far.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
January 20, 2019
Sunday Snippet: Manifest Legend
Whoo boy… winter arrived with an icy drizzle followed by some major snow. I'm very glad I have no place I need to be that involves travel. Ugh.
Another slower week for television. I had a project that needed some solid focus and I used music as my background noise for less distraction. Oddly enough, it was a New Year's Eve playlist. LOL I also had some outside things going on; lunch with my daughter and cousin and a lengthy concussion assessment for my middle kid. Okay, he's not really a kid anymore since he just turned twenty, but he needed to have someone with him while they did the tests and I'm glad I was there. Turns out he's probably had a concussion for at least a couple of years. Epic fail on my parental duties there.
I did catch the finale of Strike Back. Kind of liked the way it ended but I'm used to a little more closure. I'm definitely looking forward to the new season in the next week or so.
Watched an episode of Chicago Fire and—thank whatever rules the universe—the stupid deputy commissioner appears to be out. Who knows for how long, but man, I hate that storyline. Also saddened that Severied lost his dad. Really thrilled Benny came through in the end though.
Caught an episode of Luke Cage. Actually kind of liked watching several relationships implode. Almost to the end of the season then, sadly, won't have any new to look forward to. I'm so excited for Punisher's second season but I'm hitting up Iron Fist and Dare Devil first.
I watched some behind the scenes stuff from Passionflix. If you're not a subscriber, check it out if you love books made into movies. Had time to finish up the web planet arc of Classic Who also.
I finished out the week with an episode of Murdoch Mysteries. This show continues to make me happy and hasn't fallen back on repeating storylines yet. After twelve years. That's amazing.
That's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Manifest Legend, a short story free read that helps set up the Sanctuary Island stories.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Insula Ara is a mystical island offering sanctuary to those in need, but when she reveals herself for the first time, Cedric Edward Teasdale, former crewman of a privateer, almost blows his chance for refuge… and a reunion with his lost love.
And a preview snippet…
Ceet rose and strolled down the path to the shoreline. He looked out at the inlet and said a sad farewell to his former mates. They were a good crew and he'd miss them. A quiet hush fell, all around him, and Ceet shifted his eyes around slowly. An eerie feeling trickled down his spine and he jumped when a loud crack reverberated and a deafening roar burst through the skies. Thunder boomed and lightning danced all around him. Even the trees seemed to scream their fury.Ceet threw up his arms, fists punching toward the sky. "Now just you calm down! I ain't a going anywhere." He shouted, raising his voice as loud as he could. "We had a deal and I aim to keep my end. Now, stop this nonsense!" He flung his arms down and the noise ceased. Peace and quiet returned. "Just like a woman, it is." Ceet ambled over to the encampment area and built up a fire. Nightfall would come on soon. He'd have to start thinking about building permanent shelter right away. His eyes scanned the coastline then he turned and looked at the dense foliage behind him. Dusk settled around the island, he wouldn't make much headway tonight. He gathered up the foodstuffs left behind and set about making dinner. After eating, he secured his camp—more out of habit than concern for safety. He strung a hammock and started to climb onto it when a winking glint caught his eye. Over by a small outcropping of rocks there looked to be something bobbing up and down in the water. He'd check it in the morning. The day had been long and his body and mind needed rest. Ceet crossed his ankles and lay back in the canvas bed. His eyes closed and he waited for sleep to claim him.The nocturnal rest eluded him. Even with his eyes shut the blinking was noticeable. It reflected off the large leaves of the trees above him. With a heavy sigh, Ceet rolled out of the hammock, lit a lantern and made his way toward the group of rocks. Might as well discover whatever the island wanted him to find. And Ceet knew it was Sanctuary that made the flashing brighter when he tried to sleep. Getting closer, he realized he'd have to wade into the surf to actually retrieve the object. "You jest couldn't let me get me rest, could ye?" The water was still on the warm side when he went in. It was also up to his chest by the time he got to the spot. Lantern held high, he checked for creatures before sticking his hand inside the group of rocks. Feeling around he found what the island had for him and pulled the object out to get a better look. A compass. Ceet harrumphed. "I've got one of these. I don't need another one, do I?" The device grew warm in his hand. Ceet turned it over and tried to find the source of the heat.
I'm having a lot of fun working in Ceet's backstory with the mystic island of Sanctuary.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
Another slower week for television. I had a project that needed some solid focus and I used music as my background noise for less distraction. Oddly enough, it was a New Year's Eve playlist. LOL I also had some outside things going on; lunch with my daughter and cousin and a lengthy concussion assessment for my middle kid. Okay, he's not really a kid anymore since he just turned twenty, but he needed to have someone with him while they did the tests and I'm glad I was there. Turns out he's probably had a concussion for at least a couple of years. Epic fail on my parental duties there.
I did catch the finale of Strike Back. Kind of liked the way it ended but I'm used to a little more closure. I'm definitely looking forward to the new season in the next week or so.
Watched an episode of Chicago Fire and—thank whatever rules the universe—the stupid deputy commissioner appears to be out. Who knows for how long, but man, I hate that storyline. Also saddened that Severied lost his dad. Really thrilled Benny came through in the end though.
Caught an episode of Luke Cage. Actually kind of liked watching several relationships implode. Almost to the end of the season then, sadly, won't have any new to look forward to. I'm so excited for Punisher's second season but I'm hitting up Iron Fist and Dare Devil first.
I watched some behind the scenes stuff from Passionflix. If you're not a subscriber, check it out if you love books made into movies. Had time to finish up the web planet arc of Classic Who also.
I finished out the week with an episode of Murdoch Mysteries. This show continues to make me happy and hasn't fallen back on repeating storylines yet. After twelve years. That's amazing.
That's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Manifest Legend, a short story free read that helps set up the Sanctuary Island stories.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Insula Ara is a mystical island offering sanctuary to those in need, but when she reveals herself for the first time, Cedric Edward Teasdale, former crewman of a privateer, almost blows his chance for refuge… and a reunion with his lost love.
And a preview snippet…
Ceet rose and strolled down the path to the shoreline. He looked out at the inlet and said a sad farewell to his former mates. They were a good crew and he'd miss them. A quiet hush fell, all around him, and Ceet shifted his eyes around slowly. An eerie feeling trickled down his spine and he jumped when a loud crack reverberated and a deafening roar burst through the skies. Thunder boomed and lightning danced all around him. Even the trees seemed to scream their fury.Ceet threw up his arms, fists punching toward the sky. "Now just you calm down! I ain't a going anywhere." He shouted, raising his voice as loud as he could. "We had a deal and I aim to keep my end. Now, stop this nonsense!" He flung his arms down and the noise ceased. Peace and quiet returned. "Just like a woman, it is." Ceet ambled over to the encampment area and built up a fire. Nightfall would come on soon. He'd have to start thinking about building permanent shelter right away. His eyes scanned the coastline then he turned and looked at the dense foliage behind him. Dusk settled around the island, he wouldn't make much headway tonight. He gathered up the foodstuffs left behind and set about making dinner. After eating, he secured his camp—more out of habit than concern for safety. He strung a hammock and started to climb onto it when a winking glint caught his eye. Over by a small outcropping of rocks there looked to be something bobbing up and down in the water. He'd check it in the morning. The day had been long and his body and mind needed rest. Ceet crossed his ankles and lay back in the canvas bed. His eyes closed and he waited for sleep to claim him.The nocturnal rest eluded him. Even with his eyes shut the blinking was noticeable. It reflected off the large leaves of the trees above him. With a heavy sigh, Ceet rolled out of the hammock, lit a lantern and made his way toward the group of rocks. Might as well discover whatever the island wanted him to find. And Ceet knew it was Sanctuary that made the flashing brighter when he tried to sleep. Getting closer, he realized he'd have to wade into the surf to actually retrieve the object. "You jest couldn't let me get me rest, could ye?" The water was still on the warm side when he went in. It was also up to his chest by the time he got to the spot. Lantern held high, he checked for creatures before sticking his hand inside the group of rocks. Feeling around he found what the island had for him and pulled the object out to get a better look. A compass. Ceet harrumphed. "I've got one of these. I don't need another one, do I?" The device grew warm in his hand. Ceet turned it over and tried to find the source of the heat.
I'm having a lot of fun working in Ceet's backstory with the mystic island of Sanctuary.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
January 13, 2019
Sunday Snippet: Man Up
Man, what a week. Sixty-one degrees one day and twenty-two the next. Ohio is crazypants sometimes. Yesterday, it snowed and, since it's the first significant accumulation we've had this winter, everyone forgot how to get around in the white stuff. It is rather nice it waited until the weekend. Monday's commute should go smoother. LOL
Had a light viewing week for television shows. Caught another episode of Underbelly: Razor. I thoroughly enjoy getting a feel for Australia in the twenties. It's a very different vibe from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries and I like that.
Also caught another episode of Babylon 5. I've also been tuning into Comet occasionally to catch up there also. Also got to finally catch The Flash's 100th episode. Gotta say, the messing with the timeline gives me a headache. I'm invested in the characters though so I'll keep watching.
Watched the second part of Blade's pilot episode. I liked this series when it aired but never got to watch it all the way through in order. I'm looking forward to having the chance now.
Started season fourteen of Midsomer Murders. The changing of the guard from Barnaby one to Barnaby two is fun to watch. I didn't get to see that episode in its original run.
I'm almost finished with season one of Pensacola Wings of Gold. In all honesty, I'm not sure I'll stick it out for the other two or three seasons. It sometimes irritates me when they scrap an entire cast and almost start over.
Caught another episode of Lexx. I really forgot how cornball some of the series ended up being. Still… it's a great nostalgia thing. Back when Syfy was SciFi and I watched the channel almost exclusively. I miss those days.
Tried to watch Gotham's fifth season premiere and my app decided to crap out. Not sure what the problem was so I'll try again later this week.
And that's it for television. Tonight's post is from Man Up, a novella that started with a writing community prompt of write a scene where a drunken game of one-upmanship goes all the way because neither character can admit being outdone and put a stop to it.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Hattie Hale and Nero Palmer, instructors at the Academy of Light, are supposed to set the example, but can't quite get past their competitive natures. A drunken game of one-ups-manship goes all the way to the sleeping chamber because neither will admit to being outdone.
And a preview snippet…
I can't believe I said he has an awesome brain. To his face.Hattie blamed her loose tongue on the alcohol. The thing with Stiltskin… inhibitions often flew out the window. Her rivalry with Nero, if she had to be honest, fueled her creativity and charged her up in ways she didn't want to examine too closely. He featured as the counterpoint in almost all of her personal and professional idea sessions.And, okay, if pressed… she'd admit he played a role in some of her fantasies. Probably more than a healthy amount allowed. But, seriously, she couldn't control the dreams in her head.Nero quirked a brow. "Should I be scared?" He drained his glass again.Hattie tilted her head to one side. "About what?" Did she miss something? A question or comment?Nero poured again. "Whatever's going through your mind right now."She laughed. Oh, man, if he only knew. And, hey… did he just pull ahead of her on shots? She couldn't have that. In fact… a brilliant thought presented itself.She quickly downed her glassful. "It depends on how daring you want to be." If she could get him to go along with her plan, they'd discover once and for all who ruled the AoL.Nero narrowed his eyes. "I'm definitely terrified then." He leaned back in his seat. "But go on then… spill it."She gave him a wide grin. "You and I are going to have a contest, we'll both man up so to speak."Nero pursed his lips for a long moment then nodded. "Okay. I'm in. But we're definitely having some ground rules."Hattie raised her glass. "Here's to finding out who has the most talent."Nero smirked. "May the best man win." He tapped her glass, tilted his head back, and drank the shot.Oh, Nero… you have no idea what you're in for.
I love where this one is going. I'm at a place where I need to plot out the rest of the scenes and nail the climax, no pun intended.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
Had a light viewing week for television shows. Caught another episode of Underbelly: Razor. I thoroughly enjoy getting a feel for Australia in the twenties. It's a very different vibe from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries and I like that.
Also caught another episode of Babylon 5. I've also been tuning into Comet occasionally to catch up there also. Also got to finally catch The Flash's 100th episode. Gotta say, the messing with the timeline gives me a headache. I'm invested in the characters though so I'll keep watching.
Watched the second part of Blade's pilot episode. I liked this series when it aired but never got to watch it all the way through in order. I'm looking forward to having the chance now.
Started season fourteen of Midsomer Murders. The changing of the guard from Barnaby one to Barnaby two is fun to watch. I didn't get to see that episode in its original run.
I'm almost finished with season one of Pensacola Wings of Gold. In all honesty, I'm not sure I'll stick it out for the other two or three seasons. It sometimes irritates me when they scrap an entire cast and almost start over.
Caught another episode of Lexx. I really forgot how cornball some of the series ended up being. Still… it's a great nostalgia thing. Back when Syfy was SciFi and I watched the channel almost exclusively. I miss those days.
Tried to watch Gotham's fifth season premiere and my app decided to crap out. Not sure what the problem was so I'll try again later this week.
And that's it for television. Tonight's post is from Man Up, a novella that started with a writing community prompt of write a scene where a drunken game of one-upmanship goes all the way because neither character can admit being outdone and put a stop to it.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Hattie Hale and Nero Palmer, instructors at the Academy of Light, are supposed to set the example, but can't quite get past their competitive natures. A drunken game of one-ups-manship goes all the way to the sleeping chamber because neither will admit to being outdone.
And a preview snippet…
I can't believe I said he has an awesome brain. To his face.Hattie blamed her loose tongue on the alcohol. The thing with Stiltskin… inhibitions often flew out the window. Her rivalry with Nero, if she had to be honest, fueled her creativity and charged her up in ways she didn't want to examine too closely. He featured as the counterpoint in almost all of her personal and professional idea sessions.And, okay, if pressed… she'd admit he played a role in some of her fantasies. Probably more than a healthy amount allowed. But, seriously, she couldn't control the dreams in her head.Nero quirked a brow. "Should I be scared?" He drained his glass again.Hattie tilted her head to one side. "About what?" Did she miss something? A question or comment?Nero poured again. "Whatever's going through your mind right now."She laughed. Oh, man, if he only knew. And, hey… did he just pull ahead of her on shots? She couldn't have that. In fact… a brilliant thought presented itself.She quickly downed her glassful. "It depends on how daring you want to be." If she could get him to go along with her plan, they'd discover once and for all who ruled the AoL.Nero narrowed his eyes. "I'm definitely terrified then." He leaned back in his seat. "But go on then… spill it."She gave him a wide grin. "You and I are going to have a contest, we'll both man up so to speak."Nero pursed his lips for a long moment then nodded. "Okay. I'm in. But we're definitely having some ground rules."Hattie raised her glass. "Here's to finding out who has the most talent."Nero smirked. "May the best man win." He tapped her glass, tilted his head back, and drank the shot.Oh, Nero… you have no idea what you're in for.
I love where this one is going. I'm at a place where I need to plot out the rest of the scenes and nail the climax, no pun intended.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
January 6, 2019
Sunday Snippet: Loss
January 6, 2019
Welcome 2019! I can honestly say it's been a weird week. The whole having the new year start on the second day of the week throws me off. Even more so than if it started on Wednesday. I have no idea why, but there it is. LOL
I started some new shows this past week. Caught the first episode of Blade and I'm looking forward to actually watching this show in the correct order. If CW Seed doesn't pull it. I didn't get to finish Birds of Prey and it irritates me.
Also watched part of the second episode of Roswell but I'll be switching to Netflix for this one or maybe another streaming service. DustX only has it available as a marathon and, frankly, it's too much of a giant pain to fast forward until I get to the episode I need.
Also watched another episode of Pensacola Wings of Gold and Lexx before the end of last year. I'd forgotten the prison ship episode and end up enjoying it more than I thought I would.
Caught the next to last episode of Strike Back season five. So thrilled to see familiar faces and experience the passing of the torch, so to speak. Looks like those familiar faces are in the last episode, too. I'm also super excited for the new season with Jamie Bamber taking over the CO. I can't wait!
I watched the last episode of The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency and truly wish there had been another season. I fell in love with the characters. I'm rather glad it didn't end on a massive cliffhanger, only hinting at what the characters might face in a new season.
Caught another episode of Luke Cage and loved having Danny turn up. Nice to have another mention of Claire too. I'm actually thrilled with Missy's arc and I'm kind of disappointed we won't see more of her development after this season ends.
Chicago Fire disappointed the hell out of me by having the stupid deputy commissioner back again. Not sure why the conflict irritates me, but it's the same thing that happened with Chicago PD. I think it's because it feels forced and not something that happened organically even though both antagonists were introduced well before they became the actual pains in the ass they are. Eh… whatever.
I watched the Passionflix holiday Quickie Caught Up In You; obviously after the actual holiday. Such a sweet little tale! More of these please!
Murdoch Mysteries had a terrific episode but I'm honestly still trying to figure out what the hell happened in the last one. LOL
Watched several episodes of Classic Who. I'm still on the web planet arc and it's kind of a fun run. Also started Doctor Who's "Demons of the Punjab" but still need to finish that one. Also can't wait to see the New Year's special.
Started season two of Penny Dreadful and, wow, Vanessa is a true magnet for all things evil, no? I'm very interested in Ethan's story and not so much in Frankenstein's. I'm honestly kind of pissed off with his actions lately.
Caught most of Wynonna Earp's second to last episode of the season. I had a sneaking suspicion Charlie would end up being something other than a cool new dude. And this show loves taking crazy twisty turns and Charlie's real identity is definitely a solid effing twist. LOL
Started a rewatch of Painkiller Jane but didn't have time to finish the first episode. I rather like this show when it originally aired and I'm looking forward to seeing it again.
That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Loss, a novella that started as an exercise in writing grief but turned into a story I wanted to show.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Welsh Hollingsworth is the golden child of Clan Grimstone, but when he's expected to fill the void left when his dad dies, he can't quite figure out how and he hopes Cagney Gaines can help him find some insight. Cagney can't deal with the loss of her mentor, the one constant in her chaotic world and she leaves when Welsh needs her the most. One year later, she returns to find a very different Welsh—one who doesn't welcome her with open arms.
And a preview snippet…
Cagney pulled the zipper on her single suitcase. "Travel light and fast." Wallace taught them to take only the essentials and find everything else they'd need in the field.Except I'm not going in the field.Where she'd up would be anyone's guess. But she couldn't stay here. Losing Wallace left her rudderless and unfocused. Vengeance filled her heart and mind and she had no room for anyone or anything else.Including Welsh.Her heart squeezed but her resolve remained. "I can't right now. He needs a strong number two and I'm not it." Welsh needed to lead the clan and finish Bainbridge.Crossing the room she'd lived in since the age of five, she gazed out the window. The pyre continued to grow. The clansmen added logs in carefully placed bundles, with Welsh directing the flow, stopping to answer questions about the mix of hard and soft woods.She placed her palm on the glass. "I'll miss you most, Welsh." After Wallace, Welsh lined up next as her most cherished relationship.And I'm gonna trash it all because I can't. I just can't stay and be around when Wallace isn't here.Tears pooled in her eyes. She didn't have a clue how to exist or function without her guiding constant. Wallace fulfilled the role for so long acting a father, mentor, and so many times, her conscience. The man often drove her crazy but he kept her from making truly terrible decisions even while letting her make mistakes she'd learn from. Okay, she had to get moving. Thinking about Wallace solved nothing and it hurt. Dashing the tears from her eyes, she inhaled deeply and turned from the window. She grabbed her suitcase and checked to make sure the letter she'd left for Welsh remained on the bed.Satisfied, she left her room and closed the door on her life. The one she loved but couldn't live anymore. She didn't have a destination in mind, but she planned to be as far away as possible before the pyre rites began. With the sun already slipping toward the horizon, she needed to make tracks.When she exited the estate house, she refused to look back. She didn't need to see the huge structure to remember what it looked like. She'd always have a picture in her mind of the place she called home. But she carried pain in her heart underneath the vengeance and she didn't want either to touch the one sanctuary she'd had growing up.Reaching her car, she popped the back door open and slid the suitcase inside. Once settled behind the steering wheel, she experienced a moment of indecision, the longing to stay almost overwhelming.Squaring her shoulders, she started the engine and slowly drove down the winding lane to the main road. Luckily, she didn't have any oncoming traffic and turned left onto the state route, heading away from the city and the never-ending clan war.She exhaled a long breath. "I'm sorry, Welsh. You'll be so much better off without me mucking everything up."From one tiny corner of her mind, a niggling thought pushed through. I'm leaving the next best thing in my life and neither of us will be unscathed.
I'm excited to see where this one ends up. I have the basics in place and I'm slowly adding the detailed elements that flesh everything out.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
Welcome 2019! I can honestly say it's been a weird week. The whole having the new year start on the second day of the week throws me off. Even more so than if it started on Wednesday. I have no idea why, but there it is. LOL
I started some new shows this past week. Caught the first episode of Blade and I'm looking forward to actually watching this show in the correct order. If CW Seed doesn't pull it. I didn't get to finish Birds of Prey and it irritates me.
Also watched part of the second episode of Roswell but I'll be switching to Netflix for this one or maybe another streaming service. DustX only has it available as a marathon and, frankly, it's too much of a giant pain to fast forward until I get to the episode I need.
Also watched another episode of Pensacola Wings of Gold and Lexx before the end of last year. I'd forgotten the prison ship episode and end up enjoying it more than I thought I would.
Caught the next to last episode of Strike Back season five. So thrilled to see familiar faces and experience the passing of the torch, so to speak. Looks like those familiar faces are in the last episode, too. I'm also super excited for the new season with Jamie Bamber taking over the CO. I can't wait!
I watched the last episode of The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency and truly wish there had been another season. I fell in love with the characters. I'm rather glad it didn't end on a massive cliffhanger, only hinting at what the characters might face in a new season.
Caught another episode of Luke Cage and loved having Danny turn up. Nice to have another mention of Claire too. I'm actually thrilled with Missy's arc and I'm kind of disappointed we won't see more of her development after this season ends.
Chicago Fire disappointed the hell out of me by having the stupid deputy commissioner back again. Not sure why the conflict irritates me, but it's the same thing that happened with Chicago PD. I think it's because it feels forced and not something that happened organically even though both antagonists were introduced well before they became the actual pains in the ass they are. Eh… whatever.
I watched the Passionflix holiday Quickie Caught Up In You; obviously after the actual holiday. Such a sweet little tale! More of these please!
Murdoch Mysteries had a terrific episode but I'm honestly still trying to figure out what the hell happened in the last one. LOL
Watched several episodes of Classic Who. I'm still on the web planet arc and it's kind of a fun run. Also started Doctor Who's "Demons of the Punjab" but still need to finish that one. Also can't wait to see the New Year's special.
Started season two of Penny Dreadful and, wow, Vanessa is a true magnet for all things evil, no? I'm very interested in Ethan's story and not so much in Frankenstein's. I'm honestly kind of pissed off with his actions lately.
Caught most of Wynonna Earp's second to last episode of the season. I had a sneaking suspicion Charlie would end up being something other than a cool new dude. And this show loves taking crazy twisty turns and Charlie's real identity is definitely a solid effing twist. LOL
Started a rewatch of Painkiller Jane but didn't have time to finish the first episode. I rather like this show when it originally aired and I'm looking forward to seeing it again.
That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Loss, a novella that started as an exercise in writing grief but turned into a story I wanted to show.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Welsh Hollingsworth is the golden child of Clan Grimstone, but when he's expected to fill the void left when his dad dies, he can't quite figure out how and he hopes Cagney Gaines can help him find some insight. Cagney can't deal with the loss of her mentor, the one constant in her chaotic world and she leaves when Welsh needs her the most. One year later, she returns to find a very different Welsh—one who doesn't welcome her with open arms.
And a preview snippet…
Cagney pulled the zipper on her single suitcase. "Travel light and fast." Wallace taught them to take only the essentials and find everything else they'd need in the field.Except I'm not going in the field.Where she'd up would be anyone's guess. But she couldn't stay here. Losing Wallace left her rudderless and unfocused. Vengeance filled her heart and mind and she had no room for anyone or anything else.Including Welsh.Her heart squeezed but her resolve remained. "I can't right now. He needs a strong number two and I'm not it." Welsh needed to lead the clan and finish Bainbridge.Crossing the room she'd lived in since the age of five, she gazed out the window. The pyre continued to grow. The clansmen added logs in carefully placed bundles, with Welsh directing the flow, stopping to answer questions about the mix of hard and soft woods.She placed her palm on the glass. "I'll miss you most, Welsh." After Wallace, Welsh lined up next as her most cherished relationship.And I'm gonna trash it all because I can't. I just can't stay and be around when Wallace isn't here.Tears pooled in her eyes. She didn't have a clue how to exist or function without her guiding constant. Wallace fulfilled the role for so long acting a father, mentor, and so many times, her conscience. The man often drove her crazy but he kept her from making truly terrible decisions even while letting her make mistakes she'd learn from. Okay, she had to get moving. Thinking about Wallace solved nothing and it hurt. Dashing the tears from her eyes, she inhaled deeply and turned from the window. She grabbed her suitcase and checked to make sure the letter she'd left for Welsh remained on the bed.Satisfied, she left her room and closed the door on her life. The one she loved but couldn't live anymore. She didn't have a destination in mind, but she planned to be as far away as possible before the pyre rites began. With the sun already slipping toward the horizon, she needed to make tracks.When she exited the estate house, she refused to look back. She didn't need to see the huge structure to remember what it looked like. She'd always have a picture in her mind of the place she called home. But she carried pain in her heart underneath the vengeance and she didn't want either to touch the one sanctuary she'd had growing up.Reaching her car, she popped the back door open and slid the suitcase inside. Once settled behind the steering wheel, she experienced a moment of indecision, the longing to stay almost overwhelming.Squaring her shoulders, she started the engine and slowly drove down the winding lane to the main road. Luckily, she didn't have any oncoming traffic and turned left onto the state route, heading away from the city and the never-ending clan war.She exhaled a long breath. "I'm sorry, Welsh. You'll be so much better off without me mucking everything up."From one tiny corner of her mind, a niggling thought pushed through. I'm leaving the next best thing in my life and neither of us will be unscathed.
I'm excited to see where this one ends up. I have the basics in place and I'm slowly adding the detailed elements that flesh everything out.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
December 30, 2018
Sunday Snippet: Lie to Me
December 30, 2018
I hope everyone who celebrates had a terrific holiday. Mine ended up being lovely; very low-key and quiet with family. The days after have been filled with catching up with friends. I got to spend time with my two best friends from high school last night and we had the best time. So nice to catch up after such a long time.
It's been a slow week for television. My focus is off right now and background noise gets distracting sometimes. I did catch some Classic Who while catching up on the dishes and doing some cooking. I'm into the web planet episodes right now.
Started the Thanksgiving episode of The Flash. Really hope to get caught up on my CW shows soon. Watched Midsomer Murders's final episode of series thirteen. Nice to see how Barnaby the first retired.
I also caught another episode of Babylon 5. I'd forgotten about this one and it was nice to see Dr. Franklin fight a moral dilemma. Also watched an episode of The Sarah Conner Chronicles. As a standalone episode, it worked well.
And that's pretty much it for my light week of viewing. Tonight's post is from Lie to Me, a novella that started with a brief flash of inspiration and has rolled out from there.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Jana Ricks has a target on her back and she wants Rhys McPherson to help her get rid of it. Rhys loves Jana, but may not be able to protect her, not if they want to stay alive, which he's determined to make happen… even if it means giving up the future he wants.
And a preview snippet…
"Who did Jana piss off this time?"Rhys McPherson gathered his notes on layered spells and stashed them in his messenger bag. Looping the handle over his shoulder, he started for the study doors. He paused when he caught sight of his sister-in-law, Lindi.Shit. Terrible timing. Especially because of where he had to go.He mentally braced himself. "I've gotta go out for a while." He slid past her, heading toward the main entrance of the manor house. "Not sure how long I'll be gone."With Jana, a good guess might be anywhere from a few hours to a couple of days. She never did anything the easy way. And Lindi definitely didn't need to know who Rhys had to meet. But he didn't want her to worry.And she would. Since his brother Rand had died and she'd moved in with Rhys, bringing his niece and nephew, the scale tilted more toward the downside. But Rhys took full responsibility for his family obligations. He loved Lindi and the kids and would always make a home for them.Rand would do the same if the positions were reversed.The tension between Rhys and Lindi—her grief made her a little clingy—fluctuated with her moods. Not in good or bad way. Both needed to find a new normal after losing Rand.She let out a small sigh. "Will I be able to contact you?" The little catch in her voice steadied out when he paused.He turned and nodded. "I hope so. And I'll try to check in when I can." Until he had a handle on Jana's situation, he couldn't give a concrete answer.Her mouth thinned. "You're going to see Jana, aren't you?"Dammit, how did she know?Lindi's lips twisted with a bitter edge, almost like she'd read his mind. "You get cagey and vague when it has something to do with her."The bad blood between Lindi and Jana might never dissipate. Not when Lindi blamed Jana for Rand's death. His larger than life brother worked like Jana did—off the books and on the fringe. The bounty hunters for the society were supposed to be each other's unofficial backup and Jana couldn’t stop the standoff that caught Rand in the crossfire.Rhys shook his head. "It's not a friendly visit. She needs help." And he had the research material to lend the assist.Lindi snorted. "She always does." She folded her arms around her waist.Rhys didn't have time to engage in a verbal battle of wills. "Look, can we discuss this later?" He needed to do something to help Lindi move on from Rand's death.Lindi shrugged. "Whatever, Rhys. I'm your sister-in-law. I don't have a claim on you." She relaxed her posture. "But you're all the kids and I have left so don't let her get you killed."Like she got Rand killed.The words remained unspoken but her tone telegraphed the warning.Rhys strode toward the door. "I'll try not to." He glanced back. "Take care, Lindi. Call Ellington if you need anything while I'm gone." The family caretaker would do exactly that… take care of Rhys's family.Which used to include Jana… sort of.Unofficially.Way back when Jana the warrior taught Rhys how to fight. And Rhys the scholar tutored Jana about the ancient texts. Back when they were a golden couple like Lindi and Rand.Before Jana's work and his studies got in the way.Before his brother died.
A little longer scene than usual but this turned out better than I'd hoped. I love the dynamic between Lindi and Rhys.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
I hope everyone who celebrates had a terrific holiday. Mine ended up being lovely; very low-key and quiet with family. The days after have been filled with catching up with friends. I got to spend time with my two best friends from high school last night and we had the best time. So nice to catch up after such a long time.
It's been a slow week for television. My focus is off right now and background noise gets distracting sometimes. I did catch some Classic Who while catching up on the dishes and doing some cooking. I'm into the web planet episodes right now.
Started the Thanksgiving episode of The Flash. Really hope to get caught up on my CW shows soon. Watched Midsomer Murders's final episode of series thirteen. Nice to see how Barnaby the first retired.
I also caught another episode of Babylon 5. I'd forgotten about this one and it was nice to see Dr. Franklin fight a moral dilemma. Also watched an episode of The Sarah Conner Chronicles. As a standalone episode, it worked well.
And that's pretty much it for my light week of viewing. Tonight's post is from Lie to Me, a novella that started with a brief flash of inspiration and has rolled out from there.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Jana Ricks has a target on her back and she wants Rhys McPherson to help her get rid of it. Rhys loves Jana, but may not be able to protect her, not if they want to stay alive, which he's determined to make happen… even if it means giving up the future he wants.
And a preview snippet…
"Who did Jana piss off this time?"Rhys McPherson gathered his notes on layered spells and stashed them in his messenger bag. Looping the handle over his shoulder, he started for the study doors. He paused when he caught sight of his sister-in-law, Lindi.Shit. Terrible timing. Especially because of where he had to go.He mentally braced himself. "I've gotta go out for a while." He slid past her, heading toward the main entrance of the manor house. "Not sure how long I'll be gone."With Jana, a good guess might be anywhere from a few hours to a couple of days. She never did anything the easy way. And Lindi definitely didn't need to know who Rhys had to meet. But he didn't want her to worry.And she would. Since his brother Rand had died and she'd moved in with Rhys, bringing his niece and nephew, the scale tilted more toward the downside. But Rhys took full responsibility for his family obligations. He loved Lindi and the kids and would always make a home for them.Rand would do the same if the positions were reversed.The tension between Rhys and Lindi—her grief made her a little clingy—fluctuated with her moods. Not in good or bad way. Both needed to find a new normal after losing Rand.She let out a small sigh. "Will I be able to contact you?" The little catch in her voice steadied out when he paused.He turned and nodded. "I hope so. And I'll try to check in when I can." Until he had a handle on Jana's situation, he couldn't give a concrete answer.Her mouth thinned. "You're going to see Jana, aren't you?"Dammit, how did she know?Lindi's lips twisted with a bitter edge, almost like she'd read his mind. "You get cagey and vague when it has something to do with her."The bad blood between Lindi and Jana might never dissipate. Not when Lindi blamed Jana for Rand's death. His larger than life brother worked like Jana did—off the books and on the fringe. The bounty hunters for the society were supposed to be each other's unofficial backup and Jana couldn’t stop the standoff that caught Rand in the crossfire.Rhys shook his head. "It's not a friendly visit. She needs help." And he had the research material to lend the assist.Lindi snorted. "She always does." She folded her arms around her waist.Rhys didn't have time to engage in a verbal battle of wills. "Look, can we discuss this later?" He needed to do something to help Lindi move on from Rand's death.Lindi shrugged. "Whatever, Rhys. I'm your sister-in-law. I don't have a claim on you." She relaxed her posture. "But you're all the kids and I have left so don't let her get you killed."Like she got Rand killed.The words remained unspoken but her tone telegraphed the warning.Rhys strode toward the door. "I'll try not to." He glanced back. "Take care, Lindi. Call Ellington if you need anything while I'm gone." The family caretaker would do exactly that… take care of Rhys's family.Which used to include Jana… sort of.Unofficially.Way back when Jana the warrior taught Rhys how to fight. And Rhys the scholar tutored Jana about the ancient texts. Back when they were a golden couple like Lindi and Rand.Before Jana's work and his studies got in the way.Before his brother died.
A little longer scene than usual but this turned out better than I'd hoped. I love the dynamic between Lindi and Rhys.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
December 23, 2018
Sunday Snippet: Left Unsaid
Happy early holidays. I hope everyone has a wonderful season full of love, laughter, and fun. If not, I hope the trauma is limited and as painless as possible.
The past week flew by with a lot of crazy running around. I did manage to get a ton of work cleared and got in some television viewing while doing so. Caught another episode of The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency. Seriously, I love this show so much. I think I'm about halfway through the season. Also caught another episode of Strike Back and, damn, the CO pulled a twisty move I didn't anticipate. Gotta say, I'm kind of pissed and sincerely hope she gets what's coming to her. Can't wait to watch the next episode and see some familiar faces.
Caught an episode of Chicago Fire and thoroughly enjoyed. I like Christopher as the new lieutenant and it was so nice to have the weasel-like commissioner dude not around. I'm not down with that plot point at all. Caught episode nine of Luke Cage and loved the little twists. Glad to see Bushwhacker get his ass handed to him for once.
Watched Mr. 365, a Passionflix original holiday movie. I liked it a lot. Looking forward to the holiday quickie, which I might not get to until after the actual holiday. LOL
Murdoch Mysteries's sixth episode will need a rewatch. I'm not actually sure what the hell happened. LOL
I'm finished with the first season of Penny Dreadful. The last episode ended up having quite a few surprises. Good ones. I'm ready for season two. Also caught an episode of Wynonna Earp. This show never fails to throw in a crazy twist and get really messy. I like that.
Watched episode twelve of The Dresden Files and remembered this one from my original viewing. I liked having Murphy's dad in the mix. Also started episode two of Underbelly: Razor. I'll try to finish it up soon.
Watched another episode of Classic Who and finally finished the fifth episode of Doctor Who. It ended up being better than expected.
And that's pretty much it for television this week. Between work and getting the final shopping stuff done, I ran out of steam.
Tonight's post is from Left Unsaid, a novella that started with a writing community prompt of "a moment of truth finally gets the couple together". In other words, they realize the depth of their feelings.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Haven and Pryce are involved in a covert war between humanity and the fae. When the battle takes a nasty turn for the worse and their lives are in danger multiple times, the couple realizes it's sometimes better to communicate without words.
And a preview snippet…
"It's a goddamned trap!" Haven Mills swept her arms out and froze as many of the combatants as she could.She'd had the maneuver ready just in case. Her witch's blood coursed strongly through her veins, giving her the power to ward off the oncoming danger. But her focus wouldn't last long. She had too many thoughts crowding her head.There were no hostages. They'd been lured to this abandoned barn in the middle of nowhere for sport. And maybe to act as targets.Stupid Beidmeyer. The guy just didn't quit.His death wish for any and all preternatural beings would never end.Haven held the attackers at bay but her grip weakened. "Take cover! Move to the shadows." Don't become a target. How many of these battles would she have to lead before they couldn't go on anymore? How many more faekind would fall? Her stamina gave out and the goon squad broke free.Haven ducked and rolled, trying to do a head count. Her three fellow witches were safe. The lone goblin hung from the rafters. They didn't have experience in the skirmishes Beidmeyer liked to plague them with. That left the mesmer and siren, both seasoned fighters. They'd find a place to lay low. But she couldn't find the last member of their rescue team, Pryce McKenzie. The sorcerer had as much power as Haven and together they might be able to dispel the wave of Beidmeyer's goons.She slid under a piece of equipment, a baler of some sort, and glanced around. "Pryce? Where are you?" She caught movement from the far end of the barn and sucked in a breath.Pryce dropped down from a loft behind two of the linebacker-sized men invading the building. He warped the air around them, sending their heads crashing together. Haven flashed a quick grin. Pryce had a flair for making tricks like that look easy. The men crumpled to the ground, leaving seven… no, eight… nine brawlers left.She did another speedy assessment. The goblin had made it over to the group of witches. They crouched in a corner, the goblin altering his shape to act as a shield. Brave move.Haven engaged with two beefy men, bringing out her full bag of tricks. Spells, incantations, and hexes flew from her lips. The mesmer created an illusion of something terrible because the two men he battled with ran from the building like their clothes were on fire. The siren lured three of the combatants away with her sultry song. Pryce pulled another mind-bending maneuver, creating a dust storm with the waves of loose hay and straw, flinging it into their faces. Blinded, they stumbled toward the exit and out into daylight.Haven finally worked the two thugs in front of her out the same way. Quiet descended on the space and everyone took stock. The mesmer and the siren checked on the newbies. Aside from some falling for the misinformation, they'd made it through the battle relatively unscathed.Haven stated the obvious. "We're gonna need to vet anything that comes in about hostages from now on." She started toward Pryce when a flash of light from the open loft window drew her attention.The barrel of a rifle poked through the opening and aimed in Pryce's direction.She dropped and shouted. "Pryce! Ten o'clock, high." Her brain blanked, devoid of spells that could assist and get him out of the way.So many cherished moments spent with Pryce rolled through her mind. She couldn't lose anyone else. Especially him.Horror filled her when a thwack followed by a whistle of sound pierced the air and a cartridge shot out from the muzzle of the gun.Headed straight for Pryce.And she froze in her spot.
I have this one all mapped out and I'm excited to finish it up and get it launched.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
The past week flew by with a lot of crazy running around. I did manage to get a ton of work cleared and got in some television viewing while doing so. Caught another episode of The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency. Seriously, I love this show so much. I think I'm about halfway through the season. Also caught another episode of Strike Back and, damn, the CO pulled a twisty move I didn't anticipate. Gotta say, I'm kind of pissed and sincerely hope she gets what's coming to her. Can't wait to watch the next episode and see some familiar faces.
Caught an episode of Chicago Fire and thoroughly enjoyed. I like Christopher as the new lieutenant and it was so nice to have the weasel-like commissioner dude not around. I'm not down with that plot point at all. Caught episode nine of Luke Cage and loved the little twists. Glad to see Bushwhacker get his ass handed to him for once.
Watched Mr. 365, a Passionflix original holiday movie. I liked it a lot. Looking forward to the holiday quickie, which I might not get to until after the actual holiday. LOL
Murdoch Mysteries's sixth episode will need a rewatch. I'm not actually sure what the hell happened. LOL
I'm finished with the first season of Penny Dreadful. The last episode ended up having quite a few surprises. Good ones. I'm ready for season two. Also caught an episode of Wynonna Earp. This show never fails to throw in a crazy twist and get really messy. I like that.
Watched episode twelve of The Dresden Files and remembered this one from my original viewing. I liked having Murphy's dad in the mix. Also started episode two of Underbelly: Razor. I'll try to finish it up soon.
Watched another episode of Classic Who and finally finished the fifth episode of Doctor Who. It ended up being better than expected.
And that's pretty much it for television this week. Between work and getting the final shopping stuff done, I ran out of steam.
Tonight's post is from Left Unsaid, a novella that started with a writing community prompt of "a moment of truth finally gets the couple together". In other words, they realize the depth of their feelings.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Haven and Pryce are involved in a covert war between humanity and the fae. When the battle takes a nasty turn for the worse and their lives are in danger multiple times, the couple realizes it's sometimes better to communicate without words.
And a preview snippet…
"It's a goddamned trap!" Haven Mills swept her arms out and froze as many of the combatants as she could.She'd had the maneuver ready just in case. Her witch's blood coursed strongly through her veins, giving her the power to ward off the oncoming danger. But her focus wouldn't last long. She had too many thoughts crowding her head.There were no hostages. They'd been lured to this abandoned barn in the middle of nowhere for sport. And maybe to act as targets.Stupid Beidmeyer. The guy just didn't quit.His death wish for any and all preternatural beings would never end.Haven held the attackers at bay but her grip weakened. "Take cover! Move to the shadows." Don't become a target. How many of these battles would she have to lead before they couldn't go on anymore? How many more faekind would fall? Her stamina gave out and the goon squad broke free.Haven ducked and rolled, trying to do a head count. Her three fellow witches were safe. The lone goblin hung from the rafters. They didn't have experience in the skirmishes Beidmeyer liked to plague them with. That left the mesmer and siren, both seasoned fighters. They'd find a place to lay low. But she couldn't find the last member of their rescue team, Pryce McKenzie. The sorcerer had as much power as Haven and together they might be able to dispel the wave of Beidmeyer's goons.She slid under a piece of equipment, a baler of some sort, and glanced around. "Pryce? Where are you?" She caught movement from the far end of the barn and sucked in a breath.Pryce dropped down from a loft behind two of the linebacker-sized men invading the building. He warped the air around them, sending their heads crashing together. Haven flashed a quick grin. Pryce had a flair for making tricks like that look easy. The men crumpled to the ground, leaving seven… no, eight… nine brawlers left.She did another speedy assessment. The goblin had made it over to the group of witches. They crouched in a corner, the goblin altering his shape to act as a shield. Brave move.Haven engaged with two beefy men, bringing out her full bag of tricks. Spells, incantations, and hexes flew from her lips. The mesmer created an illusion of something terrible because the two men he battled with ran from the building like their clothes were on fire. The siren lured three of the combatants away with her sultry song. Pryce pulled another mind-bending maneuver, creating a dust storm with the waves of loose hay and straw, flinging it into their faces. Blinded, they stumbled toward the exit and out into daylight.Haven finally worked the two thugs in front of her out the same way. Quiet descended on the space and everyone took stock. The mesmer and the siren checked on the newbies. Aside from some falling for the misinformation, they'd made it through the battle relatively unscathed.Haven stated the obvious. "We're gonna need to vet anything that comes in about hostages from now on." She started toward Pryce when a flash of light from the open loft window drew her attention.The barrel of a rifle poked through the opening and aimed in Pryce's direction.She dropped and shouted. "Pryce! Ten o'clock, high." Her brain blanked, devoid of spells that could assist and get him out of the way.So many cherished moments spent with Pryce rolled through her mind. She couldn't lose anyone else. Especially him.Horror filled her when a thwack followed by a whistle of sound pierced the air and a cartridge shot out from the muzzle of the gun.Headed straight for Pryce.And she froze in her spot.
I have this one all mapped out and I'm excited to finish it up and get it launched.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
December 16, 2018
Sunday Snippet: Led Astray
Well… I appear to be almost over the cold from hell. The scratchy throat from last week lasted about three days and then it all went to my chest. Those mucus busting tablets work wonders for clearing out the crud and getting lots of sleep helped a ton. I think I'm on the road to recovery, so yay!
I'm still behind on my regular viewing shows but I did catch the episode "The Icicle Cometh" on The Flash. Actually quite enjoyed that one.
Caught another episode of The Sarah Conner Chronicles. My Crackle app started misbehaving and I finally got it back to usable form. I'm about halfway through the second season now.
I have one episode left of series thirteen of Midsomer Murders. Looking forward to starting the next one. Also caught episode nine of Babylon 5. I'd forgotten how truly remarkable the first season of B5 ended up being.
Watched another episode of Birds of Prey. I think I have five left. That show was a little ahead of its time. If they shot it now, it would probably be well-received. Also started a rewatch of Roswell. If the new reboot gets picked up, I want to have the memory of the original in my mind. Not sure they'll be able to pull off a decent new show.
Caught episodes of Pensacola Wings of Gold and Lexx. I've discovered I'm not as fond of Lexx on my rewatch. The episodes are very hit and miss.
Caught a few more episodes of Classic Who and started the fifth episode of Doctor Who's new season.
That's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Led Astray, a novella that started with a two-word prompt of "just drive". I had a scene play out in my head and the story came together from there.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Gia Schmidt is tasked with bringing Orrick Triolo around to her clan's way of thinking, but he proves a hard case to crack, even with her considerable skills. Orrick's got something she wants but if she's not careful, he'll lead her astray instead of the other way around.
And a preview snippet…
Gia rolled to a stop at the end of the rutted lane leading to the caves. She killed the engine and waited. Orrick had the upper hand and even though staying quiet killed her, she kept her mouth shut.Orrick popped the door open and got out, heading for the entrance of the caves, obscured by lots of overgrowth. He used his ability to clear the tangle of vines and underbrush. With a brief, hard look over his shoulder, he entered the cavernous space.Gia blew out a long, slow breath. "This should be loads of fun." She got out but didn't follow Orrick inside.She'd played his way up to this point. Now he could either meet her halfway or find his way home alone. Orrick reached out and grabbed her arm, tugging her forward. Gia dug her heels into the gravel-covered ground.She held up her free hand. "No way, Orrick. I'm not going inside until we get a few things straight." Like being a dick wouldn't get him anywhere.His fingers dug into her bicep. "And we won't get anything hashed out until you're inside." Stalemate meet standoff.She winced and he loosened his grip enough for her to jerk away. "You said no stunts and I'll abide by that rule, but I want the same assurances, dammit." Like there wouldn't be a shit ton of Triolos waiting inside for her.Orrick's gaze went dark and stormy. "Considering what you've already done, that's a tough road to go down." He all but snarled the words.Gia growled her frustration. "I didn't do anything." Not that it mattered; she couldn't control what her idiot grandfather did.Orrick held up a hand. "Not another word until you're inside. I mean it; you're going to have to trust me." His stony gaze gave nothing away.Gia wanted to argue so badly… but the need to explain what actually happened ruled out.Fuck it. One of them had to give an inch.Lifting her chin, she bit the bullet. "Fine."She crossed the threshold into the cave and the world went dark.
Orrick won't let Gia lead him astray and the caves offer the best chance for them to work out a strategy to thwart their families' agendas.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
I'm still behind on my regular viewing shows but I did catch the episode "The Icicle Cometh" on The Flash. Actually quite enjoyed that one.
Caught another episode of The Sarah Conner Chronicles. My Crackle app started misbehaving and I finally got it back to usable form. I'm about halfway through the second season now.
I have one episode left of series thirteen of Midsomer Murders. Looking forward to starting the next one. Also caught episode nine of Babylon 5. I'd forgotten how truly remarkable the first season of B5 ended up being.
Watched another episode of Birds of Prey. I think I have five left. That show was a little ahead of its time. If they shot it now, it would probably be well-received. Also started a rewatch of Roswell. If the new reboot gets picked up, I want to have the memory of the original in my mind. Not sure they'll be able to pull off a decent new show.
Caught episodes of Pensacola Wings of Gold and Lexx. I've discovered I'm not as fond of Lexx on my rewatch. The episodes are very hit and miss.
Caught a few more episodes of Classic Who and started the fifth episode of Doctor Who's new season.
That's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Led Astray, a novella that started with a two-word prompt of "just drive". I had a scene play out in my head and the story came together from there.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Gia Schmidt is tasked with bringing Orrick Triolo around to her clan's way of thinking, but he proves a hard case to crack, even with her considerable skills. Orrick's got something she wants but if she's not careful, he'll lead her astray instead of the other way around.
And a preview snippet…
Gia rolled to a stop at the end of the rutted lane leading to the caves. She killed the engine and waited. Orrick had the upper hand and even though staying quiet killed her, she kept her mouth shut.Orrick popped the door open and got out, heading for the entrance of the caves, obscured by lots of overgrowth. He used his ability to clear the tangle of vines and underbrush. With a brief, hard look over his shoulder, he entered the cavernous space.Gia blew out a long, slow breath. "This should be loads of fun." She got out but didn't follow Orrick inside.She'd played his way up to this point. Now he could either meet her halfway or find his way home alone. Orrick reached out and grabbed her arm, tugging her forward. Gia dug her heels into the gravel-covered ground.She held up her free hand. "No way, Orrick. I'm not going inside until we get a few things straight." Like being a dick wouldn't get him anywhere.His fingers dug into her bicep. "And we won't get anything hashed out until you're inside." Stalemate meet standoff.She winced and he loosened his grip enough for her to jerk away. "You said no stunts and I'll abide by that rule, but I want the same assurances, dammit." Like there wouldn't be a shit ton of Triolos waiting inside for her.Orrick's gaze went dark and stormy. "Considering what you've already done, that's a tough road to go down." He all but snarled the words.Gia growled her frustration. "I didn't do anything." Not that it mattered; she couldn't control what her idiot grandfather did.Orrick held up a hand. "Not another word until you're inside. I mean it; you're going to have to trust me." His stony gaze gave nothing away.Gia wanted to argue so badly… but the need to explain what actually happened ruled out.Fuck it. One of them had to give an inch.Lifting her chin, she bit the bullet. "Fine."She crossed the threshold into the cave and the world went dark.
Orrick won't let Gia lead him astray and the caves offer the best chance for them to work out a strategy to thwart their families' agendas.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
December 9, 2018
Sunday Snippet: Kings of Chaos
December 9, 2018
Ugh. The saying when it rains it pours definitely applied to me this week. All three of our vehicles ended up needing something crucial and important RFN. Luckily, one of our local car dealers is a friend and he let us borrow a car. Yes, I said borrow. Saving the expense of renting a car helped a lot! Then… I ended up with a nasty cold. The kind where I literally couldn't be more than an arm's length away from a box of tissues because my nose wouldn't stop running, my eyes wouldn't stop watering, and I coughed and / or sneezed every few minutes. Thankfully, I’m at the stage where my voice is gone and my throat is a little scratchy, but otherwise, I'm tissue-free. Whew!
I'm so behind on my regular television shows. Arrow is probably my favorite and I'm at least two episodes behind. I'm hoping to catch up this weekend.
I did get to watch Penny Dreadful and I'm one episode away from the end of the first season. I kind of like the jagged direction this show takes sometimes.
Wynonna Earp continues to be a favorite. The "Undo It" episode ended up being way better than I expected. This show is so good.
Watched another episode of The Dresden Files and I think I'm close to being at the end of the one season we got. So much promise for this show.
Started a new season of Underbelly: Razor. 1920s Australia is a great setting.
And that's pretty much it for television this week. Between dealing with all the car drama and the cold symptoms, my brain took a vacation. LOL
Tonight's post is from Kings of Chaos, a novella that started with a writing community prompt of setting a story around a motorcycle club with a charity ride gone wrong. I loved the idea and put a bit of a supernatural spin on my tale.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Ainslee and Witt are stranded during a charity ride for their local children's organization. Foul play is involved and they have to determine which rival club member has the most to gain or if someone closer to home is the culprit. Either way the warlocks versus wizards mindset is supposed to be null and void when a truce is underway.
And a preview snippet…
Ainslee Rix gathered up her change of clothes and stuffed them into her messenger bag. "Almost ready." She exited the room she considered to be her home away from home and entered the main clubhouse for the Kings of Chaos.Belonging to the motorcycle club saved her life and she couldn't wait to get on the road for the charity ride.Dropping her bag by the bar, she pulled out a stool. "Mona, did you make those poultices we talked about?" Glancing out at the gathered members, more than a few were walking wounded.Stupid Dirty Bastards. A rival club, the Bastards never failed to find a reason to throw down with the Kings. The group of wizards didn't need a solid beef, only a perceived motivation to wreak havoc with the warlocks that made up the Kings roster.Mona Dansbury, a dowager old lady, nodded. "Yeah. From the looks of half the crew, you'll need them." She reached under the bar and brought out a large pouch. "Tiny and Tucker bore the brunt of the beat down last night. They're staying behind today." Handing the cache of healing remedies over, she poured a beer for Tucker when he approached.Man, he looked like he'd been hit by a truck.Tucker eased up onto a stool. "Ladies." He winced, putting a hand to his side.Ainslee laid a palm over his ribs and whispered an incantation. Healing energy poured outward, easing the deep-seated ache.Tucker nodded. "Thanks, Ainslee. I'm good. Save that energy for the ride." The implied meaning she'd need it.Ainslee frowned. "We expecting trouble?" Okay, when weren't they?But charity rides always involved a truce. No beefs, lame-ass shenanigans, or dickholery allowed.Strong arms wrapped around her. "No more than usual, but we're popping Hot Dog's cherry as a fully established member so there's that." Fingers tilted her chin up for a quick hard kiss.Witt Ferguson also known as her better half and the club's vice president nodded toward the new, fresh off the prospect list Harvey Derringer.Hot Dog whipped around, showing off the new patch on his cut. "Prospect" had been replaced with the chapter location. Harvey wiggled his ass then slapped his left butt cheek.He waggled his eyebrows. "One hundred percent KoC now, bitches."Ainslee rolled her eyes. "Sure you are." She slid off the barstool and grabbed the poultices. "Decide what you're gonna do to earn around here, Hot Dog?" Every member pulled their weight to add to the Kings's coffers.Harvey smirked. "Aw, c'mon, Ainslee. Can't you guess?" He mimicked having sex by pumping his hips back and forth and grunting.Ainslee bit back a laugh. "Geez, Hot Dog, you'll never be in the black if that's what you plan to do." Gigolo material? Not likely.He huffed out a breath. "Ha. My dick's a lethal weapon, Ains. Didn't you know?" His hands bracketed his crotch.Ainslee snorted. "Right, if there's anything lethal about your wang, it's called an STD." Tucker nearly fell off his stool after spraying the front of the bar with his beer.Hot Dog made a show of stabbing himself in the heart with an imaginary blade. "Your razor tongue cuts deep but you and I know how much you want what I'm packing." He cupped his cock through his pants.Witt growled and stepped forward, crossing his arms over his chest.Uh-oh. New member crossed a line. Better diffuse the situation before it got out of hand.Ainslee leaned in, speaking in a low voice. "He's got new guy smell on him, Witt. Cut him a break." She turned her attention to Harvey and shook her head. "Hot Dog, you get one freebie. Consider it used." The next time he pushed the boundary of respect Witt would put a pox on Harvey's genitals and strip him of member status.Contrite, Hot Dog bowed his head. "I'm sorry. There's no excuse." He glanced up and met Witt's gaze. "I'm pledging twenty percent of my first year's earnings to the club as restitution."Well, damn. A little over the top, but warranted under the circumstances.Witt gave a terse nod. "We'll accept that on top of the ten you're already in for." His eyebrow quirked, daring Harvey to argue.Holy shit. Thirty percent of everything Hot Dog brought in would go to the club. A harsh punishment.Hot Dog lifted his chin, acknowledging the stake. Before his big mouth got him in deeper, he turned and headed for the pool tables.Ainslee shot Witt a sideways glance. "That's cutting him a break?"Witt lifted a shoulder. "His dick's still attached. That's cutting him a break." He met her gaze. "I finally get why you think he's a pain in the ass. His mouth is gonna lead him down some dark paths if he's not careful." Grasping her hips, he tugged her closer. "You're mine, Ainslee. He needed the reminder."Her lips curved. "As if there's any doubt." No comparison between the two men.At least not for her. Both had sex appeal with hard, fit bodies and bulging muscles. But Witt belonged to her from the moment she laid eyes on him. And he'd staked a claim on her heart and body from their first wild night together five years ago. She'd never looked anywhere else and didn't plan to start… ever.The old man entered the bar and planted his hands on his hips. "What the hell is everyone still doing inside? It's time to mount up."The room cleared in less than two minutes. When Wyatt Ferguson spoke, everyone listened. One of the perks of being president.Witt put a hand on her ass when they exited the clubhouse. "Let's ride, Ains."Hell, yeah.
I love where this story ended up going. Ainslee and Witt are a solid couple and the conflicts they face add extra layers.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
Ugh. The saying when it rains it pours definitely applied to me this week. All three of our vehicles ended up needing something crucial and important RFN. Luckily, one of our local car dealers is a friend and he let us borrow a car. Yes, I said borrow. Saving the expense of renting a car helped a lot! Then… I ended up with a nasty cold. The kind where I literally couldn't be more than an arm's length away from a box of tissues because my nose wouldn't stop running, my eyes wouldn't stop watering, and I coughed and / or sneezed every few minutes. Thankfully, I’m at the stage where my voice is gone and my throat is a little scratchy, but otherwise, I'm tissue-free. Whew!
I'm so behind on my regular television shows. Arrow is probably my favorite and I'm at least two episodes behind. I'm hoping to catch up this weekend.
I did get to watch Penny Dreadful and I'm one episode away from the end of the first season. I kind of like the jagged direction this show takes sometimes.
Wynonna Earp continues to be a favorite. The "Undo It" episode ended up being way better than I expected. This show is so good.
Watched another episode of The Dresden Files and I think I'm close to being at the end of the one season we got. So much promise for this show.
Started a new season of Underbelly: Razor. 1920s Australia is a great setting.
And that's pretty much it for television this week. Between dealing with all the car drama and the cold symptoms, my brain took a vacation. LOL
Tonight's post is from Kings of Chaos, a novella that started with a writing community prompt of setting a story around a motorcycle club with a charity ride gone wrong. I loved the idea and put a bit of a supernatural spin on my tale.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Ainslee and Witt are stranded during a charity ride for their local children's organization. Foul play is involved and they have to determine which rival club member has the most to gain or if someone closer to home is the culprit. Either way the warlocks versus wizards mindset is supposed to be null and void when a truce is underway.
And a preview snippet…
Ainslee Rix gathered up her change of clothes and stuffed them into her messenger bag. "Almost ready." She exited the room she considered to be her home away from home and entered the main clubhouse for the Kings of Chaos.Belonging to the motorcycle club saved her life and she couldn't wait to get on the road for the charity ride.Dropping her bag by the bar, she pulled out a stool. "Mona, did you make those poultices we talked about?" Glancing out at the gathered members, more than a few were walking wounded.Stupid Dirty Bastards. A rival club, the Bastards never failed to find a reason to throw down with the Kings. The group of wizards didn't need a solid beef, only a perceived motivation to wreak havoc with the warlocks that made up the Kings roster.Mona Dansbury, a dowager old lady, nodded. "Yeah. From the looks of half the crew, you'll need them." She reached under the bar and brought out a large pouch. "Tiny and Tucker bore the brunt of the beat down last night. They're staying behind today." Handing the cache of healing remedies over, she poured a beer for Tucker when he approached.Man, he looked like he'd been hit by a truck.Tucker eased up onto a stool. "Ladies." He winced, putting a hand to his side.Ainslee laid a palm over his ribs and whispered an incantation. Healing energy poured outward, easing the deep-seated ache.Tucker nodded. "Thanks, Ainslee. I'm good. Save that energy for the ride." The implied meaning she'd need it.Ainslee frowned. "We expecting trouble?" Okay, when weren't they?But charity rides always involved a truce. No beefs, lame-ass shenanigans, or dickholery allowed.Strong arms wrapped around her. "No more than usual, but we're popping Hot Dog's cherry as a fully established member so there's that." Fingers tilted her chin up for a quick hard kiss.Witt Ferguson also known as her better half and the club's vice president nodded toward the new, fresh off the prospect list Harvey Derringer.Hot Dog whipped around, showing off the new patch on his cut. "Prospect" had been replaced with the chapter location. Harvey wiggled his ass then slapped his left butt cheek.He waggled his eyebrows. "One hundred percent KoC now, bitches."Ainslee rolled her eyes. "Sure you are." She slid off the barstool and grabbed the poultices. "Decide what you're gonna do to earn around here, Hot Dog?" Every member pulled their weight to add to the Kings's coffers.Harvey smirked. "Aw, c'mon, Ainslee. Can't you guess?" He mimicked having sex by pumping his hips back and forth and grunting.Ainslee bit back a laugh. "Geez, Hot Dog, you'll never be in the black if that's what you plan to do." Gigolo material? Not likely.He huffed out a breath. "Ha. My dick's a lethal weapon, Ains. Didn't you know?" His hands bracketed his crotch.Ainslee snorted. "Right, if there's anything lethal about your wang, it's called an STD." Tucker nearly fell off his stool after spraying the front of the bar with his beer.Hot Dog made a show of stabbing himself in the heart with an imaginary blade. "Your razor tongue cuts deep but you and I know how much you want what I'm packing." He cupped his cock through his pants.Witt growled and stepped forward, crossing his arms over his chest.Uh-oh. New member crossed a line. Better diffuse the situation before it got out of hand.Ainslee leaned in, speaking in a low voice. "He's got new guy smell on him, Witt. Cut him a break." She turned her attention to Harvey and shook her head. "Hot Dog, you get one freebie. Consider it used." The next time he pushed the boundary of respect Witt would put a pox on Harvey's genitals and strip him of member status.Contrite, Hot Dog bowed his head. "I'm sorry. There's no excuse." He glanced up and met Witt's gaze. "I'm pledging twenty percent of my first year's earnings to the club as restitution."Well, damn. A little over the top, but warranted under the circumstances.Witt gave a terse nod. "We'll accept that on top of the ten you're already in for." His eyebrow quirked, daring Harvey to argue.Holy shit. Thirty percent of everything Hot Dog brought in would go to the club. A harsh punishment.Hot Dog lifted his chin, acknowledging the stake. Before his big mouth got him in deeper, he turned and headed for the pool tables.Ainslee shot Witt a sideways glance. "That's cutting him a break?"Witt lifted a shoulder. "His dick's still attached. That's cutting him a break." He met her gaze. "I finally get why you think he's a pain in the ass. His mouth is gonna lead him down some dark paths if he's not careful." Grasping her hips, he tugged her closer. "You're mine, Ainslee. He needed the reminder."Her lips curved. "As if there's any doubt." No comparison between the two men.At least not for her. Both had sex appeal with hard, fit bodies and bulging muscles. But Witt belonged to her from the moment she laid eyes on him. And he'd staked a claim on her heart and body from their first wild night together five years ago. She'd never looked anywhere else and didn't plan to start… ever.The old man entered the bar and planted his hands on his hips. "What the hell is everyone still doing inside? It's time to mount up."The room cleared in less than two minutes. When Wyatt Ferguson spoke, everyone listened. One of the perks of being president.Witt put a hand on her ass when they exited the clubhouse. "Let's ride, Ains."Hell, yeah.
I love where this story ended up going. Ainslee and Witt are a solid couple and the conflicts they face add extra layers.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
December 2, 2018
Sunday Snippet: Kindred Spirits
December 2, 2018
Hello, December. Per usual, the weather in Ohio is crazy back and forth. Super cold for several days then sixty degrees then back to super cold again. And rain. Lots and lots of rain. Bleh.
It's been another busy workweek with a rush job for a holiday release and finishing up another manuscript. Throw in car trouble on Friday with not one but two vehicles and, yeah, lost the whole day. LOL
Television was a mixed bag of viewing pleasure. I finished out last week with Pensacola Wings of Gold watching a pretty interesting episode where one of the marines got set up by another government worker. Lexx's second season is at the wobbly part where one episode is great and the next is not so much. Also caught a Hallmark movie, An Old-Fashioned Thanksgiving, which has three of my favorite actresses. Should be following up with the Christmas movie this week if my schedule doesn't blow up again.
I have to take a moment and rave about The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency. This show always ends up making me smile, even when the storyline is somewhat sad. The fifth episode ended up making laugh out loud and I needed it this past week.
I followed up the funny with some serious emotional drama in Strike Back. Almost through season five, which should catch me up for season six. I gotta say this show does a great job at not letting the members of section twenty save the day in an easy fashion. Two steps forward and five steps back is things usually go for them.
Chicago Fire is kind of losing me with this whole deputy commissioner bullshit. Kind of like Chicago PD lost me with sticking someone in just to put a leash on Hank. I'll finish out this season but if there isn't a big change, I'll be skipping the next with the exception of crossover episodes. I love crossovers.
I'm almost finished with Luke Cage's second season. I'll be honest, I'm really disappointed there won't be more and supposedly it's because of the whole Disney + streaming service that's not even launched yet. I'm all for choice and options, but when services get overly proprietary, they sometimes shoot themselves in the foot. I hope that doesn't happen here.
Passionflix debuted another Quickie with Dry Spell and it was funny and sweet but not sugary. I enjoyed it.
I also caught Murdoch Mysteries and liked seeing Terence back again. Finished out the night with a Christmas Belle, a holiday spin on Beauty and the Beast.
Not a bad week of viewing. Tonight's post is from Kindred Spirits, a novella that started with a prompt of set your characters in a high school or college / university and see what happens.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Merrit Rhodes accepts a teaching position at the Athena Academy of Magic and Semblance to earn her rites. Vaughn Gregorvich and Kirby Selwig are best friends and fellow instructors who fall hard for the newest addition to the campus. Sparks literally fly when the trio decides to test the power of three after a night of drinking a powerfully potent new cocktail called Elixir.
And a preview snippet…
Aw, hell, no. Not again.Merrit Rhodes struck Vaughn Gregorvich in the metaphorical solar plexus the moment she glanced his way. His immediate attraction to her spelled trouble, which he needed to avoid. He couldn't afford a repeat of what happened with Nina Bastion.The vision of loveliness inclined her chin. "It's nice to meet you."Great Mage, her voice conjured images of sinful things and made his dick hard. Oh, yeah, I'm in trouble. He had to be aloof and controlled. Vaughn's place in the grand scheme of Atherton's meant he couldn't be standoffish, but he had to stay away… if Merrit wanted to learn control.Why did he have to get hit with a powerful attraction now? When he'd finally worked through the debacle left behind by Nina?Kirby, ever the showman, grasped Merrit's hands. "Well, hello, Mistress Rhodes."Vaughn rolled his eyes. Kirby used his roguish tone and waggled his eyebrows. Figured he'd be sniffing around the newest protégé, too. Why not? She commanded admiration.And of course Kirby turned on the charm. The guy had chemistry with anything that walked. And stuff that didn't move, too.Not the first time Vaughn and Kirby had a rivalry for a female. But they'd never been responsible for her future before.They were now.Merrit's lips curved in a wry smile. "I can't claim the title of mistress yet."Kirby snorted and opened his mouth to respond, but Hargrove stepped in. "Ah, but you can. You're official as of this meeting."She shrugged. "That'll take some getting used to." She sent a glance Vaughn's way.He gave a small nod. "You'll manage just fine. It won't be as hard as you think." Damn, he kind of sounded like a complete ass.Merrit gave him a long, considering look then turned with a smile toward Kirby. "Thanks for the warm welcome."And, okay, he probably deserved the snub. Stupid Kirby had a leg up.Wait. That didn't matter. No way would Vaughn be pursuing anything more than instructing and training with Merrit.Dean Hargrove clapped his hands together. "Gentlemen, why don't you get Merrit assigned to a classroom then reserve a training area." He started herding them toward the door. "Block of a semester for their use. Merrit will stay, in residence, so make sure you consider that when choosing a training area." Dean focused on Vaughn when speaking.Which meant he needed to make sure the suite they chose had a partitioned area with a shower and bath combo along with a kitchenette. Only four were available and Vaughn wanted the largest one so the trio could work and spread out during training.Merrit shook her head. "Oh, no. I can't accept." Hargrove bore the brunt of her gaze. "We didn't discuss that as being part of getting in to Atherton's."Kirby jumped in this time. "Merrit—can I call you Merrit—we'll save Mistress Rhodes for the classroom…" His voice trailed off a moment and his gaze drifted far away before he shook his head and continued. "Unless that's a problem for you?" His eyebrow quirked.Vaughn had a solid idea where his friend's mind went during the brief lull in conversation. The shithead no doubt pictured Merrit in black leather or latex with shiny red boots and a matching riding crop. An adept master, Kirby should be beyond the juvenile wet-dream response to the mistress title. For that matter, Vaughn should be too. Yet the heavy length of his cock growing bigger by the second proved he couldn't claim maturity either.Merrit blinked in response to Kirby's verbal onslaught.Vaughn cracked a genuine smile and took the opening. "What my motor-mouth friend is trying to say is it's common practice for a raw recruit to live on the premises while they're training." She directed her attention to him and Vaughn fought the kick of attraction again. "You'll be teaching at least six hours a day and learning craft and control can be exhausting. You'll probably find it convenient to avoid a commute back and forth into the city."Merrit flashed a smile and glance toward the dean. "Is there a fee for living expenses?"Hargrove shook his head. "No, dear. Master Gregorvich left out the part where you'll be using the phases of the moon while training. It's much easier to have you onsite to take advantage of your time." He nudged her toward the door again. "We don't charge you for rooming here. It's part of your salary for teaching. You'll be responsible for meals and uniforms."Kirby hopped back into the conversation. "We'll show you where you can purchase everything you need." He deferred to Hargrove. "May we get started, Dean?"Hargrove waved a hand to dismiss them but gave Vaughn a barely perceptible nod. Vaughn dropped his mental shield to allow the dean to speak telepathically.Hargrove didn't mince words. "Mind this one carefully. She's got a very bright future if all goes well."Vaughn responded. "I'll personally monitor her progress and report directly to you."Hargrove lifted his chin. "I'll count on you to help her find her path."He didn't mean the statement as a warning, but Vaughn took it as one. He definitely needed to quell the raging lust he had for her.No way would he survive a repeat of Nina.
I had no idea exactly where I wanted this one to go but everything finally fell into place along with the idea for a continuation. I can't wait to see where else this universe takes me.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
Hello, December. Per usual, the weather in Ohio is crazy back and forth. Super cold for several days then sixty degrees then back to super cold again. And rain. Lots and lots of rain. Bleh.
It's been another busy workweek with a rush job for a holiday release and finishing up another manuscript. Throw in car trouble on Friday with not one but two vehicles and, yeah, lost the whole day. LOL
Television was a mixed bag of viewing pleasure. I finished out last week with Pensacola Wings of Gold watching a pretty interesting episode where one of the marines got set up by another government worker. Lexx's second season is at the wobbly part where one episode is great and the next is not so much. Also caught a Hallmark movie, An Old-Fashioned Thanksgiving, which has three of my favorite actresses. Should be following up with the Christmas movie this week if my schedule doesn't blow up again.
I have to take a moment and rave about The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency. This show always ends up making me smile, even when the storyline is somewhat sad. The fifth episode ended up making laugh out loud and I needed it this past week.
I followed up the funny with some serious emotional drama in Strike Back. Almost through season five, which should catch me up for season six. I gotta say this show does a great job at not letting the members of section twenty save the day in an easy fashion. Two steps forward and five steps back is things usually go for them.
Chicago Fire is kind of losing me with this whole deputy commissioner bullshit. Kind of like Chicago PD lost me with sticking someone in just to put a leash on Hank. I'll finish out this season but if there isn't a big change, I'll be skipping the next with the exception of crossover episodes. I love crossovers.
I'm almost finished with Luke Cage's second season. I'll be honest, I'm really disappointed there won't be more and supposedly it's because of the whole Disney + streaming service that's not even launched yet. I'm all for choice and options, but when services get overly proprietary, they sometimes shoot themselves in the foot. I hope that doesn't happen here.
Passionflix debuted another Quickie with Dry Spell and it was funny and sweet but not sugary. I enjoyed it.
I also caught Murdoch Mysteries and liked seeing Terence back again. Finished out the night with a Christmas Belle, a holiday spin on Beauty and the Beast.
Not a bad week of viewing. Tonight's post is from Kindred Spirits, a novella that started with a prompt of set your characters in a high school or college / university and see what happens.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Merrit Rhodes accepts a teaching position at the Athena Academy of Magic and Semblance to earn her rites. Vaughn Gregorvich and Kirby Selwig are best friends and fellow instructors who fall hard for the newest addition to the campus. Sparks literally fly when the trio decides to test the power of three after a night of drinking a powerfully potent new cocktail called Elixir.
And a preview snippet…
Aw, hell, no. Not again.Merrit Rhodes struck Vaughn Gregorvich in the metaphorical solar plexus the moment she glanced his way. His immediate attraction to her spelled trouble, which he needed to avoid. He couldn't afford a repeat of what happened with Nina Bastion.The vision of loveliness inclined her chin. "It's nice to meet you."Great Mage, her voice conjured images of sinful things and made his dick hard. Oh, yeah, I'm in trouble. He had to be aloof and controlled. Vaughn's place in the grand scheme of Atherton's meant he couldn't be standoffish, but he had to stay away… if Merrit wanted to learn control.Why did he have to get hit with a powerful attraction now? When he'd finally worked through the debacle left behind by Nina?Kirby, ever the showman, grasped Merrit's hands. "Well, hello, Mistress Rhodes."Vaughn rolled his eyes. Kirby used his roguish tone and waggled his eyebrows. Figured he'd be sniffing around the newest protégé, too. Why not? She commanded admiration.And of course Kirby turned on the charm. The guy had chemistry with anything that walked. And stuff that didn't move, too.Not the first time Vaughn and Kirby had a rivalry for a female. But they'd never been responsible for her future before.They were now.Merrit's lips curved in a wry smile. "I can't claim the title of mistress yet."Kirby snorted and opened his mouth to respond, but Hargrove stepped in. "Ah, but you can. You're official as of this meeting."She shrugged. "That'll take some getting used to." She sent a glance Vaughn's way.He gave a small nod. "You'll manage just fine. It won't be as hard as you think." Damn, he kind of sounded like a complete ass.Merrit gave him a long, considering look then turned with a smile toward Kirby. "Thanks for the warm welcome."And, okay, he probably deserved the snub. Stupid Kirby had a leg up.Wait. That didn't matter. No way would Vaughn be pursuing anything more than instructing and training with Merrit.Dean Hargrove clapped his hands together. "Gentlemen, why don't you get Merrit assigned to a classroom then reserve a training area." He started herding them toward the door. "Block of a semester for their use. Merrit will stay, in residence, so make sure you consider that when choosing a training area." Dean focused on Vaughn when speaking.Which meant he needed to make sure the suite they chose had a partitioned area with a shower and bath combo along with a kitchenette. Only four were available and Vaughn wanted the largest one so the trio could work and spread out during training.Merrit shook her head. "Oh, no. I can't accept." Hargrove bore the brunt of her gaze. "We didn't discuss that as being part of getting in to Atherton's."Kirby jumped in this time. "Merrit—can I call you Merrit—we'll save Mistress Rhodes for the classroom…" His voice trailed off a moment and his gaze drifted far away before he shook his head and continued. "Unless that's a problem for you?" His eyebrow quirked.Vaughn had a solid idea where his friend's mind went during the brief lull in conversation. The shithead no doubt pictured Merrit in black leather or latex with shiny red boots and a matching riding crop. An adept master, Kirby should be beyond the juvenile wet-dream response to the mistress title. For that matter, Vaughn should be too. Yet the heavy length of his cock growing bigger by the second proved he couldn't claim maturity either.Merrit blinked in response to Kirby's verbal onslaught.Vaughn cracked a genuine smile and took the opening. "What my motor-mouth friend is trying to say is it's common practice for a raw recruit to live on the premises while they're training." She directed her attention to him and Vaughn fought the kick of attraction again. "You'll be teaching at least six hours a day and learning craft and control can be exhausting. You'll probably find it convenient to avoid a commute back and forth into the city."Merrit flashed a smile and glance toward the dean. "Is there a fee for living expenses?"Hargrove shook his head. "No, dear. Master Gregorvich left out the part where you'll be using the phases of the moon while training. It's much easier to have you onsite to take advantage of your time." He nudged her toward the door again. "We don't charge you for rooming here. It's part of your salary for teaching. You'll be responsible for meals and uniforms."Kirby hopped back into the conversation. "We'll show you where you can purchase everything you need." He deferred to Hargrove. "May we get started, Dean?"Hargrove waved a hand to dismiss them but gave Vaughn a barely perceptible nod. Vaughn dropped his mental shield to allow the dean to speak telepathically.Hargrove didn't mince words. "Mind this one carefully. She's got a very bright future if all goes well."Vaughn responded. "I'll personally monitor her progress and report directly to you."Hargrove lifted his chin. "I'll count on you to help her find her path."He didn't mean the statement as a warning, but Vaughn took it as one. He definitely needed to quell the raging lust he had for her.No way would he survive a repeat of Nina.
I had no idea exactly where I wanted this one to go but everything finally fell into place along with the idea for a continuation. I can't wait to see where else this universe takes me.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
