Sunday Snippet: V Is for Victory

Geez, I can't believe we're almost through March. This has been such a busy month and it's flying by. A few outside distractions added to the mix this week and were something of a big time suck.

My work projects are still chugging along and I'm making progress on my side gig I hope to launch soon. Technically it's already out in the world but I'm adding a big layer to the whole thing. Of course, I pick a moment in time when I'm crazy busy. But I love a good challenge.

As usual, the weather is all over the map. We've had a lot of wind rolling through, stirring up dust and who knows what else. And the temps are doing the back-and-forth dance. I'm looking forward to having some even, leveled-out days … whenever that might be.

Slow viewing week again. Partly due to work stuff and I'm also in a bit of a slump. I might be edging toward a binge-watching phase, which I haven't really done for a long while.

I got most of the way through the episode of London Kills I started last week. It's the opening ep of the fourth season so I kind of want to pay attention and I keep missing key things, so I'll finish it when I have more brain power.

Watched an episode of Death in Paradise and thoroughly enjoyed it. I'd seen bits and pieces of this one so kind of knew what to expect. I very much remember absolutely disliking Neville's sister with an intense passion and that didn't change. Maybe she'll grow on me, but I doubt it.

Also caught the holiday episode of Beyond Paradise and totally loved it! Christmas shows make me happy and this episode seemed to pull the periphery cast into each other's orbits and I loved that. Looking forward to diving into the rest of season two. And, oddly, the timing ended up being perfect for the crossover last week when Humph returned to the beach. Not sure how I did that.

I did another binge marathon of Peter Gunn also. I'm loving some of the live channels on Plex.

That's it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from V Is for Victory, a novella set in the V-World universe.

Here's the miniblurb:

When Ric Biden is kidnapped by Nemesis to further his hold on V-World, Deandra Wilder vows to help Mallory and Surge bring Ric back in one piece. After all, she's the reason Nemesis found their headquarters. And she's willing to do anything to get Ric back … even if it means entering the VZ and ghosting herself to keep Ric from succumbing to Nemesis's mind games.

And a sneaky peek…

Deandra Wilder drummed her fingers on the metal table. "So, we agree? I'm going in to find Ric." The idea made her queasy, but she'd do whatever it took to save him.

Even if she ghosted herself or ended up shredded.

But Surge and Mallory wouldn't let that happen. Would they?

No, her gut said they'd have her back. Surge wanted to take Nemesis down once and for all. And Mallory wanted her brother home in one piece … hopefully with his incredible brain intact. If Deandra ended up not making it … it would be her choice and done to save Ric.

Man, if anyone would've told her she'd be ass over tits for a giant brainiac, she'd have laughed them off the planet. Yet here she sat, gearing up for battle because she'd fallen truly, madly, deeply for one. And, dammit, they'd only had like five fucking minutes to get started.

Surge nudged her wrist. "Dea? You get that, right?" He wore his serious Surge face, so whatever he'd said must've been important.

She shook her head. "Sorry. What am I getting?" Exhaling slowly, she focused on the two people at the table.

She couldn't fuck this up.

Mallory's eyes flashed with impatience, but she spoke calmly. "Nemesis knows where the ranch is. We have to go mobile before you go in." Her gaze drifted around the room. "That means making some arrangements to cover the day-to-day operations, get set up at a new location, and finding some way to get you inside without drawing a lot of attention to ourselves." A sigh escaped her, and her shoulders slumped.

Surge grunted. "Actually, I've got just the thing we need." He frowned. "But it'll take a couple of days to get it outfitted." He whipped out his started swiping through screens.

Deandra balled her hands into fists. "A couple of days? Surge, you know what Nemesis can do to someone in less than twenty-four hours." She got up and paced back and forth. "We don't have a couple of days." Dammit, maybe she should do this alone.

Mallory snorted. "Don't even think about trying to sneak off on your own. Ric will buy us the time we need." Her voice held conviction.

Deandra sat back down. "Fine. But if anything happens to him…" She huffed out a breath and rolled her eyes. "Right. What the hell am I saying? If anything happens to him it's on me." For the millionth time, she wished she'd never met Nemesis.

Mallory leaned forward. "Look, it would be easy to let you shoulder all the blame. But it wouldn't be fair." She held Deandra's gaze. "This team, which includes Ric, is my responsibility. Security is never completely foolproof. That's why I have Surge. To test the limits and use that knowledge to shore up our defenses." A shoulder lifted. "There aren't a lot of people who can do what we do, so we all have to dig in and do the work. You're part of that now. And we need you. Maybe more than you need us, especially since you didn't sign up to be a team player…"

Surge cut into the conversation. "There're perks to having a team." He shifted his gaze to Mallory. "Ask me how I know…" He turned his attention to Deandra. "We'll be with you every step of the way. You're not alone anymore."

Deandra gave a jerky nod. "I know. I do." She sighed, folded her arms on the table, and rested her head against them.

She might not be alone. She appreciated having people in her corner now. But…

I won't be complete without Ric.

I literally just started this one and I'm so excited to see where things go with this universe. Pretty sure one of the other side characters is pushing to have their story told also.

 

That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.

 

ML Skye

Sunday Snippet: Vice

The work project abundance continues. I'm plugging along and chiseling away at the four current projects I have on my plate—two copy edits, a proofread, and a developmental edit are the main events. I also have a set of revisions to review and a read through to start. It's chaotic but also … fun? I love that everything I'm working on right now is so different. Not one of the manuscripts is similar to the other ones.

As usual, totally unhinged weather in Ohio. It's cold. It's hot. It's both in one day. Rain, sun, gloomy clouds, and hey, a chance for more snow. I did get lucky and had a mostly clear night for the recent blood moon eclipse, which was amazing to watch. Being a night owl comes in very hand sometimes.

Had a limited viewing schedule this week, mainly because I needed to focus on the words in the manuscripts. I did get a few things watched. I might have to give binge watching something for background noise a go for the next few weeks.

Finished up Beyond Paradise and thoroughly enjoyed the first season finale. They packed so much into this episode. The case, Humph and Archie fight, more shenanigans from the Chief Super, Esther and Hump bonding, Margo being Margo, Kelby being Kelby, and of course, the crew from Death in Paradise at the end. I can't wait to watch the first holiday episode this week!

Caught an episode of Elementary and quite enjoyed it. Interesting interactions between the consulting trio and the police duo and twisty bits thrown in to keep things rolling.

Enjoyed an episode of Batman Beyond. It's one I definitely remembered and liked during my first watch of this series.

Watched an episode of Classic Rugrats and actually remember this one, which is odd because most of the ninth season has been new-to-me stuff.

Started an episode of London Kills, the opener to the fourth season. I had to stop partway through because I need to pay attention and this isn't the week for me to do that.

Also binged a marathon of Peter Gunn on one of the live PlexTV channels. I've been hitting Plex up for a lot of viewing fare lately and I might end up using it over the next several weeks for background noise. Stay tuned.

That's pretty much it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Vice, a novella where the characters get together despite it being a terrible idea.

Here's the miniblurb:

Mercy Flynn and Bishop Hiller, two of Space Station Titania's brightest employees, have many vices, but the biggest one for either? Each other. They have to live and work together and avoiding the temptation to take things into personal territory wears on each, making the thin line of professionalism very blurry.

And a sneaky peek…

Mercy escorted Ivan to his one and only meeting for the day. "Mr. Lemig, you're scheduled to review the mining contracts for Darbin's kelcite ore with Titania's commerce director. While you're occupied, I'll get to work on your requested itinerary for the rest of the day." She stopped outside one of the private conference areas. "If you finish early, please wait for me to return. The attendant will be happy to assist you with refreshments or entertainment modules." Opening the door, she ducked inside to make sure Rave Neptite had arrived.

Rave lifted his chin. "Mercy, I'm ready." He patted the stack of portable files.

Mercy smiled and made the introductions between the men before stepping out and sealing the door. She a beeline to Bishop with a list of activities the dignitary wanted to participate in. She almost couldn't wait to see his reaction.

He glanced up when she handed him the curated notes. "Gambling, the bathing chamber, and a visit to the private club. Is there no limit to this guy's need for debauchery?" Bishop snorted his disgust.

Mercy bit back a grin because he responded exactly the way she'd imagined.

She shrugged. "Apparently not." Folding her arms over her chest, she met his gaze. "What do you want me to do to get this rolling?" She hadn't given him the best news yet.

Bishop heaved a sigh. "Nothing. I'll make personnel assignments and get back with you before he's through with the contract reviews." He opened the employee roster.

Mercy grimaced. "Well … that might not work. The dignitary requested the two of us." Apparently, Ivan needed to posture and look important on top of being as depraved as possible.

Bishop growled. "Are fucking you serious?" He shot her a look over his shoulder. "Does he realize the less we know about his vices the better?" He put his head in his hands. "Great universe, help me." Grumbling, he straightened and reached up to pull down two handheld comp units.

Mercy huffed out a breath. "The universe could give two shits about us." If the great expanse cared, it would stop sending randy politicos their way.

She took one of the devices, opened the roster and synced her machine with Bishop's.

He got up. "Fine. Let's get started." Keying in two names, he swiped and sent them to her.

Mercy's lips twitched. "You're gonna be fun today, aren't you?" The dealer he'd chosen pretty much guaranteed Lemig would leave with much lighter coffers.

She kind of feared who Bishop would pick for the bathing chamber.

Bishop rolled his eyes with a grim twist to his lips and stalked out of his office.

Mercy let out a long exhale. "Gonna be a long, long day."

Enjoying this one. Mercy and Bishop are fun to write and throwing Ivan in there makes things interesting.

 

That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.

ML Skye

Sunday Snippet: Viable Options

What a week! My brain is all spinny at the moment because I have an abundance of work projects in my inbox. I love having a full calendar. That said, I need about five more hours in each day, please and thank you.

Honestly, the overflowing inbox comes at an excellent time for me. I have several things that need attention, one of them being the brakes on my car. Now to buckle under and get the work done.

Weather in Ohio is typical for March. Maybe a little on the extreme side, but March always seems to be whiplashing back and forth between winter and spring. Today is springlike with temps in the fifties. Yesterday we barely broke freezing for our high.

Another very limited week for viewing. I'm not kidding when I say five more hours each day would be helpful. Just saying.

I did finish up the Death in Paradise episode I started last week. So sad to see Florance leave again. But what a way to go out. And pretty sure we'll see her again.

Also started a Beyond Paradise episode, which will finish out the first season. I'm really enjoying this show.

That's pretty much it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Viable Options, a novella that brings a couple together under intense circumstances.

Here's the miniblurb:

Karlin Hex and Jay Shaliman are trapped high in the mountains when their planet is attacked and left for ruin. Jay decides plan A is to find a ship, get off the planet and find their way to the military fleet or a viable spaceport. Karlin finds the notion admirable but wonders what his backup option is. That's easy—plans B through Z are the same as plan A.

And a sneaky peek…

Karlin couldn't escape the stench of failure. "How the hell does an attack occur with zero notice? What the hell is the purpose of a remote outpost if it can't capture an advance warning?" Her shoulders slumped.

Okay, she didn't personally fuck up. Not really. But an attack on the scale of what they suffered should have had some kind of chatter, right?

She rewound the last twenty-four hours and scrolled through the audio looking for anything she could've missed. "There's nothing." With a sigh, she signed off the base system. "No one out there to hear me anyway." She couldn't leave to try and get to a base until morning. "And what good will it do?" The closest one lay in ruin and everyone who could get off the planet would be gone within twelve hours.

Geez. Everything tilted a little sideways. The crushing weight of despair tried to swallow her whole.

She pushed the weight of reaction back. Couldn't deal with or wrap her head around the idea she'd be dead soon. Getting up, she grabbed a bottle of alcohol and decided to drown her misery in whiskey.

Twisting the cap off, she took a long swallow. "Here's to the end of … well … the world, I guess." She tucked the bottle under her arm and left the comm station area.

Crossing into the small living space, she walked through and ended up out in the garage area. Setting the whiskey on the workbench, she pulled several of the storage bins down from the shelves and poked through them. Lots of odds and ends that could come in handy. She grabbed another quick drink then wandered to the first aid station, pulling supplies out of their containers and stuffing them into another crate.

She followed up by digging through the fresh food supply. "Plenty here … not that I'll be around long enough to worry if this stuff goes bad." No doubt they would.

Rifling through the rest of the cupboards, she found several cases of MREs. Meals ready to eat might not have gourmet quality, but they traveled well and provided nutrition in convenient rations. Absently, she gathered a decent supply—she had no idea why—then stowed them in the garage with medical supplies.

After making a quick dinner of eggs on toast, she bedded down with the whiskey for comfort and a loose plan to spend the next day weighing her very limited options for survival.

I love to take a bleak outlook and sprinkle little glimmers of hope, even if they're subconscious sparkles.

 

That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.

ML Skye

Sunday Snippet: Veracity of War

Wow, March is being its typical mercurial self. Warm up and then plunge back into the teens and single digits. The back-and-forth weather is normal but not fun.

Crazy-busy week with work projects. I'm thrilled to have my calendar filling up and excited to start some new manuscripts. Also getting more details sorted out for Tip Jar Shorts. I need to find a full day I can dedicate to getting everything where it needs to be.

Very limited viewing this week. My brain decided it needed quiet to focus on the reading I needed to finish up for one of my work projects. I probably needed the break.

I did get more of the One Lane Bridge episode watched. I might take a brief vacation from this one. There's a lot going on in this show and focus is going to be important so I don't miss anything.

Finished up season three of London Kills with the behind-the-scenes bonus episode. I always enjoy getting a deeper look at how everything comes together in a series.

Started another episode of Death in Paradise. I'm about halfway through and I like the tension in this one. Also enjoyed Neville and Commissioner Patterson being on the same page for once.

That's pretty much it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Veracity of War, a novella that explores changing dynamics in a relationship.

Here's the miniblurb:

The veracity of war takes a toll when Emerson Gamble assumes command of a military outpost after his captain loses his life. Sheena Tram wonders if they'll be able to maintain their relationship when the burden of responsibility always gets in the way.

And a sneaky peek…

"To a good man and an excellent CO. I have big shoes to fill." Emerson raised his glass. "To Captain Elias Marx."

Along with the rest of the unit, Sheena raised her glass. "To Marx!" She downed the shot and turned the glass upside down before meeting Emerson's gaze. "A speech wouldn't be remiss, especially after that excellent sendoff." She might be pushing boundaries, but she wanted Emerson to get off on the right path.

And letting the unit know how he intended to move forward would quell any uncertainty.

Emerson didn't call her out, but he narrowed his eyes just a bit before he took a deep breath. "A speech. Right." Squaring his shoulders, he directed his gaze over the entire unit. "I couldn't ask for a better crew than the one I'm with right now. We've been through the worst humanity has to offer, and we've come through that gauntlet … maybe not intact or unscathed, at least not on a personal level but stronger as a cohesive group. That's where our strength is. We function better because of each other, because we have each other's backs. If we find a weak spot, we pick up the slack together and share the burden. Marx trained us that way, and I have no doubt we'll continue to honor his memory by utilizing those lessons under my command." He picked up a shot freshly poured by the medic. "To Razor Company. Sharp and true."

Everyone toasted. "Sharp and true!"

Sheena downed her alcohol, savoring the burn of the liquid and the words of Emerson's toast. Sharp and true. Simplistic but hugely effective as a rallying cry. And that's what he'll have to be. As their new leader, Emerson would have to be sharp on the uptake and true to his subordinates. Where will that leave us? She had no answer to the question, but she'd be the first in line to help ease the transition regardless of how it might affect the personal relationship with Emerson.

Two hours later, members of the unit started heading for their racks. Everyone wanted to be as well rested as possible before the next mission operation. Sheena stayed behind to help clear up the glasses and bottles. And to spend some time with Emerson.

After stowing the alcohol in the cupboard, Emerson made his way to the large expanse of windows, gazing into the depths of space. The tension returned to his shoulders, and he heaved a sigh. Sheena put the washed glasses away and observed him for several long moments. She had no idea what kind of weight he carried with the bump in rank, but she did have a way she could help soothe his unease.

Making her way to his side, she wrapped her arms around him. "What do you see out there? Because it's not the stars."

Emerson snorted. "I'm seeing a black void that needs filled, and I'm not ready." He circled her waist. "I don't think being a good soldier qualifies me to take over for the captain."

Sheena frowned. "Marx could have picked anyone to assume command. He chose you." Her head tilted back, and she met Emerson's gaze. "Why do you think he did?" Emerson didn't lack confidence, so what had him twisted up?

He shrugged. "Honestly? My guess would be because I'd served with him the longest." Easing away from her, he clasped her hand and led her to one of the long, wide benches tucked into the alcove that faced the windows.

Sheena nodded. "Okay, that tracks. But he trusted you to get us to the egress point. That has nothing to do with how long you've served with him." She swung her legs up and motioned for Emerson to do the same. "You already acted as his de facto second in command. He delegated a lot of responsibility because he counted on you to follow through with his orders. Even the unspoken ones. You didn't have to stop and think about how he would've handled things. You didn't have to question what he wanted to happen. And you never let him down. That's why he picked you to assume leadership." The truth of that observation couldn't be denied.

Emerson shifted his position and settled her back against his chest. "Kind of like how you and I work together … perfectly in sync." His lips brushed her temple.

Sheena didn't know how much longer they would be, but she smiled. "Pretty much." She angled her head around. "And not just during battle." Her hand cupped his face, and she met his mouth with hers.

Emerson deepened the kiss and worked the buttons on her shirt undone, exactly how she planned. She had a sinking feeling their relationship would be in a for a big change, but for now, she'd tuck that concern away and enjoy being with him. Shrugging her arms out of her sleeves, she broke the embrace and quickly shed the rest of her clothes.

I like how this story is coming together. It's fun to dig in to an established relationship and see what pops up when outside factors force change.

 

That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.

ML Skye

Sunday Snippet: Unlawful Acts

Well, had a better week than the last one. Still not completely tip-top but feeling way better with the worst of the cold finally over. We got more snow this week, but warmer temperatures are around the corner. At least for a few days.

I got caught up on my work projects and lined up a potential new one. I'll be starting a new copy edit on one of my favorite mystery series and continuing my read through on the nonfiction project.

I'm setting up a storefront for Tip Jar Shorts. I'm kind of doing things a bit backward, but the more I thought about it, the more I figured a storefront would lend legitimacy to this endeavor. I wanted to keep things super simple and offer various methods of payment and I might still be able to do that, but I also thought it would be best to have immediate access to a downloadable file instead of waiting on a delivery to an inbox. We'll see which version works out the best.

Had an okay week of viewing. I didn't make a full cycle through of my shows, but I did get the back half watched. And I might be adding one additional show to the roster. I'll let everyone know if that happens.

Watched another episode of Elementary and rather enjoyed this one. Sherlock's dynamic with Joan is different and getting more settled. And Kitty is fitting in with both in ways I didn't expect.

Also caught an episode of Batman Beyond. I remembered this one and enjoyed it. I did forget the interaction with Terry and his brother so that was a nice reminder.

Enjoyed another new-to-me episode of Classic Rugrats. I sometimes wish Nickelodeon had continued with the plans for the pre-school show and added more of All Grown Up. The nostalgia is strong with this franchise. Instead, Spongebob and other weird stuff took off.

That's pretty much it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Unlawful Acts, a sexy short that puts a couple in close proximity to work out their differences.

Here's the miniblurb:

Effy Carmichael, an up-and-coming officer, wants the job of alpha team leader and deserves it, except she's a few years too young to hold the position. When the spot goes to one of her oldest friends, Jonah Kirkland, Effy has to swallow her pride and welcome him even while she fights the powerful attraction between them. Hooking up with Jonah is against regs, but it may be worth committing an unlawful act to finally realize one of her most closely held desires.

And a sneaky peek…

Effy's heart kicked against her ribs. How the hell to answer? Maybe with the truth … even if it might be scary ugly …

She laid it out. "I wanted the team leader job. And I should've had it." Sighing, she conceded the loss. "Except, of course, I didn't qualify." Waiting a beat, she put the period at the end of the sentence. "And then they send you." She shrugged. "Which should be awesome but, honestly, I'm having a hard time separating my personal feelings from the professional…" She trailed off because the admission cost some pride.

Jonah blinked. "Personal feelings?" His thumb brushed over the top of her hand. "As in … wait, why haven't I ever gone after that before feelings or just the age-old friendship type?"

Effy narrowed her eyes. "Are you making fun of me?"

He shook his head. "No, Eff. I'm not. Believe me, I'm not." He huffed out a laugh. "Heh, you've never given me a hint of hope that you saw me as anything but a brotherly type of friend." His hand squeezed hers.

She pursed her lips because … true fact. "Maybe you didn't look hard enough." Her lips twitched.

Jonah snorted. "And maybe your poker face is too good for me to see through."

She rolled a shoulder. "There is that." She'd become very good at keeping her true feelings hidden behind a mask.

Jonah tugged her a little closer. "So … if I'd never received this promotion, we'd have spent the rest of forever not getting it on?" His palms skimmed along her torso.

Awareness skittered through her. "Maybe." Anticipation thrummed through her veins.

Jonah's mouth curved. "Well, that sucks."

She agreed with a nod.

Jonah sobered. "Can we get past this whole thing? The job situation? Because if we can't, I'll transfer out of here." His voice held a note of conviction.

She didn't hesitate. "We can get past it. I just needed to be pissed off for a couple of months." He couldn't leave now.

Jonah lifted his chin. "And you're over it now?"

She wrinkled her nose. "Pretty much."

Jonah got serious again. "In that case … I can think of a very inappropriate way for you to thank me." He tipped his head toward her. "Right now."

When she opened her mouth to utter a comeback, Jonah slanted his mouth over hers.

A very effective way to shut her up, and she probably wouldn't give him another opportunity like this … ever.

The helmet forgotten, she let the kiss consume her. They could've kept dancing around this for years. Effy slid her tongue along his lower lip as she leaned into the embrace.

She became the aggressor, backing away, she pulled him upright and started tugging at his shirt. "Off. Now." She stepped back and slid her sweatshirt over her head, then started on her sports bra.

Jonah made short work of his shirt and, after tossing it behind him, pulled her to him and kissed her again. His lips slid to her shoulder and his hands began to unbutton her pants.

She cupped his chin. "We're going to do this?" She left the here unvoiced. "Technically, sex on the premises constitutes an unlawful act." Not that she gave a damn.

He pushed her pants down as far as they would go. "Don't much care at the moment."

Effy stepped out of her fatigues. "Okay, yeah. We're going to do this." She reached forward and ran her finger down his chest and stopped at the waistband of his sweatpants before looking up at him. "Think you can handle it?"

I love Effy and Jonah. Friends to lovers is one of my favorite tropes to write.

 

That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.

ML Skye

Sunday Snippet: Uniform Differences

Whew. It's been a week. I'm under the weather and not enjoying that at all. I'm behind on my two work projects and we're getting a buttload of snow at the moment. Also … I'm on cold medication and it's making me loopy. Fun times.

I made a video for Tip Jar and I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out. I'm excited about this new endeavor and hope it gets some traction.

Really slow week for viewing. Between being under the weather and everything else going on in the world, I didn't have the spoons to really dive into my shows.

I didn't end up finishing the episode of One Lane Bridge. I'm hoping to get to it this week.

I did watch the finale of London Kills and it ended up being pretty thrilling. I have a behind the scenes episode to watch and then I'll be starting the next season.

Caught an episode of Death in Paradise and enjoyed it. I'm liking Neville a lot more this season. Very interested in how things play out with Florance's under cover job.

Started an episode of Beyond Paradise and should finish it today. I ended up sleeping a lot over the weekend and just didn't have a chance to get the whole episode in. I did get a chuckle that Humph named his duck Selwyn because that's the commissioner's name from Death in Paradise. Not sure how I missed that before.

That's pretty much it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Uniform Differences, a novella that brings a couple together by focusing on their differences.

Here's the miniblurb:

When it comes to respect, Tegan Gruss and Ellsworth Boshuk have a few uniform differences when defining how to show it. Ellsworth is tired of her constantly busting his chops—he's her superior officer—but Tegan doesn't care about rank when someone isn't worthy of her time or effort and Ellsworth is very worthy.

And a sneaky peek…

Ellsworth rolled a shoulder. "Look, I've been thinking. I rely on you too much." He paused a moment. "And to be honest, it borders on an abuse of power." Letting out a sigh, he owned the truth. "Because, to further blur the lines, I've let my attraction for you get in the way and I should know better." He did know better.

Her eyes went wide. "Wait, do you honestly think I give a crap about the regs? No one pays attention to them." When he quirked a brow, she backpedaled a little. "Okay, let me rephrase. Regs get broken a lot out here. It's not blatant and we police ourselves." She folded her arms over her chest. "What do you expect?"

Probably a good question. What did he think happened in remote outposts? Far from the stern eye of the admiralty. Of course, things were less rank and file.

He grunted. "I don't expect anything from you." He folded his arms over his chest. "From me, I expect to not put you in a position where I can take advantage of you." More than he already had by relying on her and letting their chemistry make things murky.

Tegan rolled her eyes. "As if I'd let you. Well … I actually would if it involved a hot romp on a lazy afternoon." She got up close and personal with him. "And it would most likely go something like this…" Her mouth hovered close to his, a sly twist to her lips.

Then she leaned in and caught his lips in a sizzling hot kiss. He didn't think twice when her tongue invaded then plundered. His arms unfolded and he brought his hands up to cup her face, tilting her head to take the embrace deeper.

When a low moan rumbled up from her chest, reality slapped against his brain. He ended the lip-lock, way more slowly than he should because he wanted to remember every detail to replay later. In vivid color and on loop in his mind.

Easing back, he brushed his thumb over her cheek. "Yeah, no. This can't happen right now. Not when I'm trying to get my feet under me." Even if he'd rather have her there.

She gave him a sexy smirk. "Fine. I can live with that." Trailing a finger down his uniform shirt, she flashed a smile. "Let's see how long you can."

Turning, she did a slow walk to the exit giving him ample time to watch her incredible ass on the way.

I am having so much fun with this story. Tegan loves to push buttons, and Ellsworth enjoys her efforts to thumb her nose at protocol.

 

That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.

ML Skye

Sunday Snippet: Unexpected Surprise

Happy Kendrick Lamar Does the Halftime Show to all who celebrate. I'll be feasting on food that's terrible for me because that's my favorite part of this weekend.

I'm still doing small things for Tip Jar Shorts. I'm trying to get my other blogs and my author website updated with the new material and I'm looking at possible setting up immediate downloads. That's a goal and I hope I can get there. Trying to gauge interest first. I also kept up with drawing one oracle card a day and posting the results on Bluesky.

Had a fairly busy work week. I finished up a copy edit and completed a combination copy edit proofread. I also had a terrific meeting with a new client, and I'll be working on evaluating their manuscript over the next few weeks. Very exciting!

Slow week for viewing. I had a lot of distractions and couldn't focus on watching very much. I think lack of sleep played a role there. I'm trying to figure out what kind of sleep schedule I need right now.

I did get a few shows in, starting with Elementary, which ended up being a really great episode and I enjoyed it.

Also caught an episode of Batman Beyond. I'm very nostalgic for this show right now and thoroughly enjoying the rewatch.

Watched another episode of Classic Rugrats. Again, the two vignettes were new to me. Although, I think they were out of order with the rest of the season because one showed how Chas and Kira ended up with the coffee shop.

I started an episode of One Lane Bridge and should finish it up today. This show has some twists, and I enjoy those but also need to be able to focus so I don't miss important details.

That's pretty much it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Unexpected Surprise, a sexy short story with a fun premise.

Here's the miniblurb:

Roma Dobbs and Case Havensworth, two soldiers with a long and storied history, finally tie the knot, but keep it very low-key and don't tell anyone. Case's dad shows up without warning on their second wedding anniversary and gets an unexpected surprise—a not so new daughter-in-law.

And a sneaky peek…

Cal arched his brows. "Okay. How did that work? If you weren't going to be at the same location?"

Case's lips twisted. "Very carefully." He sent Roma a sideways glance.

She smiled. "We realized the attraction was getting deeper. Case's unit wouldn't be attached to our base much longer, so I asked him where things were headed."

Case snorted. "I said they were headed to dangerous ground." He'd never wanted anyone more than he wanted her.

Roma laughed. "I liked the sound of that."

Cal chuckled. "I'll bet you did. You always liked to go where you weren't supposed to."

Something his dad had to deal with when Roma went through basic training and drew him as her instructor. In fact, she'd met Matt through their dad.

Roma acknowledged the truth with a lift of her chin. "True. I do like to test boundaries. And I would've crossed the line if Case had been on board with the idea." She huffed out a breath. "But he played it cool and smart and wouldn't trash our careers for a quick lay."

Case shook his head. "Nope. I suggested we wait another two weeks then meet on neutral ground." He named the resort asteroid they'd agreed to. "I'll spare you the erotic details." Basically, nonstop sex for two full days.

Cal grunted. "Yeah, I think I get the picture." He cocked his head. "So, that's when you got together together?"

Roma met Case's gaze. "In a way. I figured we'd have a one-shot deal. Spend the weekend together. Get it out of our system. Go on our merry way."

Cal lips twitched. "Didn't work like that, did it?"

Roma turned her attention to Cal. "Uh-uh. Even though I didn't plan on seeing him again, we ended up making a date to meet up after Case's next temporary duty assignment."

I'm actually having a lot of fun with this sexy little short. Roma and Case are a joy to write.

 

That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.

ML Skye