Okay. The end of a seven year ride with the final episode of Sons of Anarchy left me satisfied and kind of weepy. But honestly? The last shot of the series ended up being pretty much perfect, in my opinion. Still digesting everything, but all in all, things played out exactly how I expected, but in a way that made me wish I had Kurt Sutter's talent. Sons of Anarchy will rank right up there with Battlestar Galactica as one of my favorite shows of all time.
The Flash and Arrow also didn't let me down. On one hand, I wish I didn't have to wait until January for new episodes, but on the other, with the busy holiday season, a nice little rest won't kill me. I hope. LOL
Tonight's post is from Last Best Chance, a sexy short that wants to be a novella. I sometimes wonder if my sages enjoy messing with me. LOL
Here's the tagline:
Cadence Coll, a top pilot, dreads her new assignment to the Cressida because the scuttlebutt has the CAG known for his rigid adhesion to the status quo. Nik Garrick likes order and structure and his new flying ace has a mile long list of infractions. Cadence and Nik discover first impressions aren't always what they seem and a rush to make a judgment isn't the best idea.
And a sneaky peek…
Cadence trudged off the transport and hefted her rucksack over her shoulder. Already late, she quickly got her bearings, went up two decks, and started for the string of offices to find the CAG. She'd report in with him and hunt down the quartermaster. She turned at the first juncture and slammed into a hard body.
Stepping back, she apologized. "Er, sorry about that. New ship. Not paying attention." Her gaze swept over a prime specimen of manhood.
Tall, with dark hair, he wore a T-shirt with the sleeves ripped off and knit shorts that hugged a sculpted ass and sinewy thighs. Good God, she planned to spend butt-loads of time in the gym as soon as she got settled.
Her new obsession lifted a shoulder. "No harm done." He wiped a trail of sweat onto his shoulder. "Who're you looking for?"
She blinked, remembering her purpose. "The CAG." She leaned in a little. "Heard he's got a huge stick shoved up his ass. Shouldn't be hard to find."
A slow smile spread across the guy's face. "You might wanna hit the mess first then head down to the hangar deck. His office is down there."
She frowned. "On the hangar deck?" Not SOP for a guy who supposedly adhered to the book like glue.
The guy's mouth curved again. "Yeah, he likes to keep a close eye on his pilots." He shrugged. "Should be back to his office in about thirty minutes."
Cadence cocked her head to one side. "How do you know the schedule so well?" Maybe she'd bumped into a friend of her new superior's.
He chuckled. "Guy's got a stick up his ass, right? Means he sticks to a routine. Right now," the man checked his watch. "He'd be getting in his workout before morning shift."
Cadence narrowed her eyes, taking in his attire, but shook her head. "Hmm. Okay. I could use some food." She adjusted her pack and sighed. "Damned long flight out from Silica base." She turned to head back toward the common area, but stopped, glancing back over her shoulder. "Thanks."
The guy gave her a two-fingered salute. "No problem."
Gotta say, Cadence has some definite ideas of how she wants things to go in this story. LOL
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flip.