Ugh. A full week later and I'm still moving files and cleaning up the older computers. Then again, several editing deadlines crept up on me and I got hit with a couple of scenes for two WIPs, so yeah, not going to complain. LOL I also had to take an online course and finished it up today. YAY!
Banshee had a great finale! Without spoiling too much, I'm glad to see the end of one particular character, sad to see the end of one, and very intrigued about the fate of a few others, including Hood. I can't wait for the next season!
Happy to say The Walking Dead didn't lose anyone important last week. We'll see if the streak continues tonight.
Still waiting on the return of The Flash and Arrow, back this week. WooHoo! Getting a few glimpses of Strike Back and Orphan Black, which can't get here soon enough. Found out the US premiere date for Bitten, April 17, if memory serves. The latest episode ended up being way better than I expected. Looking forward to next week's.
I think that's it for TV news. Tonight's post is from Not Quite Paradise, a novella set on a deserted moon.
Here's the tagline:
Janee Neff and Oxley DeCosta are military transport pilots flying a peacetime mission to pick up new recruits when their craft crashes and strands them on a deserted moon. The couple discovers things aren't exactly what they seem when they find their signal beacon is destroyed by blaster fire, which means their unexpected vacation isn't quite paradise after all.
And a sneaky peek…
Janee jerked upright, consciousness returning with a brutal vengeance. "Son of a bitch." Her hand rubbed at a nasty bump on the back of her head. "What the hell happened?"
Crash landing in a burning ship.
Crash landing in a burning ship. Ox! Where is he?
With caution, she craned her neck, ignoring the poundy-drum ache throbbing along her skull. "Ox? Hey, you okay?"
A low groan sounded from behind her. Okay, not at all where he should be.
Her fingers worked to unfasten the safety harness, but fumbled with the buttons. "Oxley DeCosta, Lieutenant Hot Stuff, you've got some explaining to do." The damned belts would not unfasten and concern warred with annoyance over her lack of progress. "Ox. Hello? Speak to me. Or, well, grunt or something. Anything." She still couldn't get the stupid bindings loose and she growled with frustration.
Ox finally spoke. "Janee, shut up a minute. I'm trying to figure out how the hell to get to you." He snarled the next words. "And for all that's holy, stop messing with your harness."
A sick ball of dread formed deep in her gut. Ox's voice didn't come from behind her. No. The pain-laced dialog came from—she lifted her chin and met his gaze below her—the top of the ship. Flaming hell. Trapped, hanging upside down. That explains the raging headache.
Closing her eyes, she drew in a deep, calming breath. "You know what, Ox? Next time I'm doing the flying."
Janee may not be thrilled with Ox at the moment, but she'll be glad he's around later.
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flip.