Sunday, March 18, 2018

Sunday Snippet: Out of the Box, Into the Burn

Ugh, what a week. The crazy weather has me completely out of sync and my sleep patterns are trashed. Here's hoping spring gets here and I find my footing again.

I missed Legends this week and need to catch up. Same goes for The Flash, Black Lightning, and Riverdale. Seriously, my head wasn't into it at all. Gotham is also still on my catch up list.

I did watch two more DVDs of Chicago Fire. I'm really loving season five, through every heartbreaking moment even. And, man, there's been a lot this season. LOL

Also up to episode six of Jessica Jones. Gotta say I'm pretty happy with how the season is progressing. It's good to get the backstory of Jessica became "super". I will say I'm not quite sure about Griffin, friend or foe? The whole engagement think might be a red herring, yeah?

Got to catch the latest Passionflix movie The Matchmaker's Playbook. Loved it! I'm excited for the next installment, especially with W. Tyler Johnson. While I enjoyed him in Afterburn / Aftershock, he truly rocked in Matchmaker. Now if they'd only cast a few of my other fave actors, I'll be thrilled to death.

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Out of the Box, Into the Burn, a novella that plays on the combination of thinking outside the box but potentially landing from the frying pan into the fire. It's a fun little story.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Parry Thrum, a superior pilot, is sidetracked with an injury and relegated to planning a mission on an enemy outpost instead of flying in to save the day. When one of her superiors rejects every parameter she comes up with, Blake Bradley, another excellent pilot, steps in and backs her up—the out of the box, into the burn approach is just the thing to take their opponent by surprise, and a very Parry plan.

And a sneaky peek…

Colonel Carbine growled. "Are you seriously signing off on this?" He pinned Blake with a harsh stare.
Blake folded his arms over his chest. "I am, yes." He braced for the explosion of temper.
Carbine didn't disappoint. "Are you insane? This is the stupidest thing"—he jerked his thumb over his shoulder—"she's come up with yet."
Parry pushed away from the wall but Blake held up a hand. He had her back. Always would.
He shifted his gaze to Carbine. "Actually, the plan is brilliant and it's time for you to dial back the bluster, shut up, and listen." Moving to the planning area, Blake set out the miniature mockups of the pieces involved.
Carbine snarled. "You're dangerously close to insubordination, Bradley and—"
Blake cut him off. "And you're dangerously close to dereliction of duty. We've got a limited window of time to get this done." He put several ships on the lit-up screen. "You've shot down every single parameter Lieutenant Thrum has suggested and we're now down to the wire." He paused and met Carbine's glare. "Your issues with her should've been checked at the door when Commandant Wagner gave her the order to plan the op." Setting up more of the layout, he went in for the kill. "Since you haven't put the animosity aside, I can only assume you either don't care about this mission or your reason is something more sinister, like deliberate sabotage." The accusation should get Carbine's attention and drive the point home.
They needed to nail the plan down and execute, regardless of Carbine's issues with Parry.
Carbine's face turned a mottled shade of red. "You're accusing me of wrongdoing?" He slammed a hand on the table, scattering pieces to the floor.
Blake shrugged. "Not directly, no. I'm trying to figure out why you're so goddamn set on trashing every single idea—good or bad—Thrum has. Because, from where I'm standing, you've not only delayed a critical mission, but you've also come close to making it impossible for Thrum to obey a direct order, which puts her in jeopardy of a reprimand." He pinned Carbine with a hard look. "With all due respect, sir, it's petty bullshit and it ends right now." Sinking down, Blake collected the miniature ships again then stood back up. "If you refuse, I'll have no other option but to invoke UC 832 and file a formal complaint that a superior officer is actively working to undermine his subordinates and keep them from doing their jobs." He shot a glance toward Parry who stood with her mouth hanging open.
Blake squashed the urge to laugh out loud. Not often he could stun her enough for a jaw drop. He'd held this part of his strategy back from her. And he'd put himself in Carbine's line of fire, which she would've nixed. Parry didn't like anyone to fight her battles.
Carbine blew out a long exhale. "Bradley, you've got a brass set on you. I'll give you that one. But I'm not gonna let you go with this—"
Blake shook his head. "You are, sir. And here's why." He launched into the overview of the mission. "Standard tactics won't work. The enemy knows our moves, because they trained at the same facility. If we don't go way out of the box, we're going to lose people due to our own stupidity. And you know where the blame is going to rest if we do?" He waited a beat. "At your feet and nowhere else. Even with your animosity toward Thrum, you have to recognize she won't be the one everyone looks to when the mission either fails or succeeds." The one and only appeal Blake had… directly to Carbine's ego.
Carbine opened his mouth then snapped it shut. He spun around, pacing back and forth. The man really couldn't refute Blake's words. Ultimately, no argument the colonel might make would hold up, not when the stakes were so high.
Parry finally came around to stand beside Blake. She began arranging the mockup of the first stage on the lit table. Carbine mumbled under his breath, but stopped pacing and joined them. Folding his arms across his chest, he gave a terse nod.
Parry, for once, didn't gloat.
She got right down to business. "Here's where we begin…"
Blake stepped back, giving her the floor. He couldn't be prouder of the strides she'd made with putting aside the past and her grievances with Carbine to work for the best possible outcome. She'd heard Blake's message to the colonel loud and clear.
And she'd taken his words to heart.
Progress. Again. Finally.

I'm so happy with how the preview scene turned out. I'm still plotting the full course of this story, but it's so much fun to work with these characters.

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

ML Skye

Sunday, March 11, 2018

Sunday Snippet: Organic Chemistry (Uncivil Revolution book two)

Well… I'm coming off a bittersweet week. I got to spend my birthday with almost my entire family, which is terrific, but the reason not so much. We buried my beloved Gram on Wednesday and, being in Ohio, the weather ran the gamut from rain to snow to a sleet / hail mixture. Finally, the sun came out toward the end of the day.

Television had a good week. Legends had a great episode even if I can't quite decide if I actually like Damian's campy antics or if I really hate them. It's pretty much a toss-up.

Tuesday's shows are on my list to catch up on. The draining day left me with little to no brain power to watch television. The same goes for Riverdale on Wednesday.

I did catch Arrow and, as always, I enjoyed the episode. I rather like how they keep changing up the versions of Laurel. And having Roy back is always kick ass. I've missed him. I'm also interested in seeing how things play out with Dinah and Oliver. In all honesty, I'm a little on the fence about the Dinah character. Her thirst for vengeance isn't one I bought into, but I'll finish watching to see what happens.

I need to catch up on Gotham also. Totally forgot it returned at the beginning of the month.

Watched a little more of season five of Chicago Fire and still love the show. Looking forward to another DVD this week to see what else happens.

Started Jessica Jones this weekend and season two feels like it's going to be a wild ride. Can't wait to see what else the show has in store for me.

I'll be playing catch up on Murdoch Mysteries again, but I did see episode fifteen and thoroughly enjoyed.

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Organic Chemistry an Uncivil Revolution novella.

Here's the tagline:

Dominic Marinelli and Etta Morgan meet under very difficult circumstances, but form a relationship built on one basic need… sex. When Etta decides to strike out on her own, Dom has to figure out why it bothers him so much.

And a sneaky peek…

Etta's shoulders hit the wall. "That." The word gasped out just when Dom pushed her up against the surface.
And then shoved his tongue down her throat.
No prelim, no tenderness, pure animal lust. It hit almost every kink she had. And she loved it. Craved it.
Wanted more.
She responded in kind. Inhaling him, kissing him back with wild abandon. Her boobs tingled and a burst of instant hot wetness pooled between her folds. Her clit throbbed when his hand cupped her, pushing the seam of her jeans roughly against it. It wouldn't take much to have her writhing in orgasm if he kept it up.
Between bruising kisses, their tongues tangled and dueled for dominance over the other. Dom won the battle when his other hand found her tits, grabbed onto one and applied pressure. Not enough to hurt… oh, no, just enough to arouse.
A groan escaped and he won by default. She couldn't fence tongues when she had to gasp for air.
As abruptly as it started, it ended. Dom flung himself away from her and threw his head back. He won his war for control and tossed out a challenge.
"That dirty enough for you?"
Mouth gaping, she could only answer. "God, yes." Her body literally screamed for more.
A look of almost pain crossed his face and he shook his head back and forth. "Right. So… we fuck like animals and then what?"
Tamping down her raging desire, she struggled to act nonchalant. "If it's good—and, trust me, it will be—we each have something to take the edge off."
"And when it's done?"
She shrugged. "I won't go weeping woman on you, if that's your concern. You go back to wallowing in Unrequitedville and I find another willing participant."
Dom arched a brow. "That easy, huh?"
She nodded. "Yep. If I want it to be."
"I don't think that's true."
She pushed off the wall. "You want truth? Here it is. Charlotte doesn't love you. You'll never feel her legs wrapped around you in lust, love, or anything else. That's true." She watched him flinch, but held her ground.
"And your point is?"
"You can be Mr. Dark and Stoic. I don't want sweeping romance." She walked slowly toward him. "I don't need flowery love words or grand gestures." Stopping in front of him, her voice went husky. "All I'm looking for is a hard cock and a willing body." Her hand cupped his erection. "Like it or not, you definitely fit the bill."
Dom eased away and pondered her a moment. "You've got a deal." He stuck out his hand to shake on it.
The antiquated notion surprised her. Less than two minutes ago, he'd had his hands all over her, his tongue down her throat, and she'd been this close to coming. And now he wanted to go all honorable?
Sensing the importance of the handshake, instead of brushing it off, she accepted the overture and sealed their deal, applying firm pressure when she grasped his hand.    
Dom cocked his head sideways and studied her.
Did he doubt her word? Maybe not, because he gave her a curt nod.
"Okay then." Letting go of her hand, he brushed past her and headed for the door.
The door? But, she'd thought. "Uh, I thought… when are we—" Gonna get laid. She really wanted him now.
He paused, hand on the knob. "Tonight. 2300. I'll come here." His lips twitched. "You didn't think I'd let you call all the shots, did you?" He'd thrown her and he liked it.
Heaving a sigh, she gave him an honest answer. "I had hoped."
His face went dark and dangerous. "Two-way street. Equal partnership." His eyes flashed. "This won't happen any other way."
She studied him a moment. Could it be possible she'd underestimated him?
Not completely certain, she caved anyway. "I'm down with that. 2300. Knock twice, then once, so I know it's you."
He gave her a two-fingered salute. "Done." And then he was gone.
Sinking down to the mattress, she wondered what she'd gotten herself into.

I'm excited about this series and I need to dive back in and get things organized. I've a bit of a quandary about whether to introduce the couple in book four in the opening book or not. Once I figure that out, I hope to finalize the outlines and finish up the series.

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

ML Skye

Sunday, March 4, 2018

Sunday Snippet: Operation Moot Point

My incredible and awesome gram left the world at around 1AM this morning. She gave me the very best adventures while I grew up and I'm going to miss her something fierce. As she said the last time I had the chance to be with her, "It's no picnic getting old." But she aged with beauty and grace. Considering I'm pretty much the spitting image of her, I hope I have the same experience.

It was a pretty great week for television. Legends of Tomorrow had a great episode. I loved having Wally and Rip together for an adventure and the whole pirate scenario kicked ass. I'm always sad when the show gets nitpicked to death. That said, it's not perfect, but I like that it isn't.

I missed the new episode of The Flash, but I'll catch up soon. Black Lightning turned out a good hour. I like having more of the pieces and outing the new kid on the block to her parents ended up being way better than I expected.

Arrow broke my heart. This is still one of my very favorite shows and having the two teams battling each other kills me. I'm not sure where the whole Laurel storyline is going, but I'm interested in seeing how it plays out. I'm really excited to have Roy return even if he'll probably get tortured… again.

I'm almost finished with season four of Chicago Fire. Still pretty thrilled with the overall arcs of the characters and I loved Mouch and Trudy's wedding. I have a new DVD to watch tonight and then I think it's on to season five.

I finished the first season of The Punisher. Gotta say I thoroughly enjoyed it. The guy I actively wanted to die at the end is still kicking but I'm okay with that. The other one I wanted to see die a horrible death got what he had coming, so there's that. Here's hoping there's a season two.

I have to play catch-up with Gotham's newest episode. I'm also getting a few of my foreign shows lined up. Murdoch Mysteries and Marcella are on tap when I can find a few spare hours. Looking forward to both!

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Operation Moot Point, a sexy short featuring two main characters tasked with pulling off a surprise party and the fun and games ensue.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Zia Rogue and Keb Belova are highly trained soldiers and put in charge of Operation Moot Point. Between them and their specialized skills, they should be able to plan the surprise party for the base commander—if they can stop arguing long enough to actually get the work done.

And a sneaky peek…

A crazy plan landed in Zia Rogue's brain and wouldn't let go.
"If someone doesn't break through the communication barricade, the battle will be lost."
Her crazy-ass plan might blow up in her face, but her squadron barely held their own against the enemy ambush. The blinking satellite on the tower almost begged for use… and turning the enemy's equipment against them had a poetic justice to it.
The only problem? The base rail guns on the ground and the enemy squadron between her and the tower. Shitty odds on a good day. And today didn't count as good in any way.
Zia hit her thrusters. "Fuck it. We're all dead if I don't try." She made an end over end flip and dropped as close to the hard deck as she dared, staying just above the enemy flak.
Keb Belova's voice crackled over the short range comms. "Zephyr, what the hell. Get back in formation." He said her call sign with a long emphasis on the 'Z' the only indication of his frustration.
Right. Because SOP tactics were working really well right now. Not.
She flipped the switch over to ship to ship. "Look, Krypter, we've gotta get word out about the ambush. Cover me so I can get through." She hit her turbo thruster and shot forward.
Keb launched into a major tirade. "Don't even think about doing something stupid. You don't have a way—"
She cuts comms so she could concentrate on her task. "Okay, Wheezy. We've got a bit of tricky flying to do and I need everything you've got." Her affectionate name for her ship came from the sound it made when lowering to the hangar deck.
No, she didn't care what anyone thought. Naming her ship kept her in the air. Rational thought didn't have to enter the equations.
Zia rode the turbulent air, keeping just above the enemy counter fire and below the main action above her. Keb did his part, providing cover while Zia ran the gauntlet. She almost freaked out when she hit the halfway mark.
Letting out a surprised laugh, she powered forward. "Looks like I might just pull this insane stunt off." Another burst of speed after dodging fire from a repositioned rail gun and she wanted to take back the confident talk. "Dammit. That's too close." Why did she think up this crazy stuff?
An explosion to her left caught her attention and she glanced over, giving a relieved sigh to see the remnants of a weapon spread out over the ground. A silent thank-you to Keb went up to the universe. The man rarely missed when he fired his long-range missiles.
When she burst free of the chaos, she exhaled a harsh breath. "Yes! Now I've got you." Idling close to the satellite, she quickly keyed a coded message to the fleet. Ambush on asteroid base. Backup needed. Full squadron. She added the coordinates to bring them in from the right flank.
Once she sent the missive, the cold realization hit her. Of course she didn't think about how the hell to get back on her side of the line. Only her singular plan mattered.
Until now.
She closed her eyes. "That's what Keb started to say." She'd cut communication before he got the words out.
Well, hell. She angled her ship around, but didn't engage the thrusters. At this point, she'd pretty much be waiting for death. Wouldn't take long for someone on the base to reposition the counter fire in her direction. She might avoid some of the hail of bullets, but not all.
Her mouth dropped open when she spotted Keb dropping out of formation and heading her way. The lunatic hit his turbo burst and shot forward.
Zia shook her head. "And he thinks I'm insane."

I love writing crazy plans and dropping the characters into the middle of them.

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

ML Skye

Sunday, February 25, 2018

Sunday Snippet: One Last Chance

The Olympics are almost over and we'll be back to regular television viewing again. I'm looking forward to my shows being back on the screen.

I thoroughly enjoyed Legends of Tomorrow 's take on Groundhog Day. The end definitely intrigued me. Looking forward to seeing how that plays out.

I finished up another episode of The Punisher and I'm really trying to figure out what's going on with Lewis. I'm not very familiar with the comics versions of Frank's story so I like not having any information to pull from.

Caught several more episodes of Chicago Fire and I'm getting close to the end of season four. Oddly enough, I wasn't all that upset to see Chili go. I did like the reach out to Severide even if that particular thread got rushed.

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from One Last Chance, a sexy short exploring the need to take one last stab at making something work.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Uma Banks, a natural born pilot, fails everyone she loves. But her biggest catastrophe is Fitz Winterson, a lifelong friend who should be more. Uma has one last chance to make things right… if she doesn't blow it again.

And a sneaky peek…

As the last transport lifted off, Uma Banks stood, watching the black smoke roll off the burning piles of rubble. She couldn’t say she'd be sorry to see the end of the new settlement… an outpost called Chancery on a now-disputed planet called Homah. Not with what she’d been through… but she didn't want to face returning to the Helix either. It didn’t seem to matter where she went… a path of destruction always followed along behind.
Uma couldn’t seem to escape it. Even now. The last one off the planet, their fucked up new home, she looked down at the surface and muttered a final good riddance. It didn’t matter she’d had nothing to do with the Cessians showing up and claiming ownership of this area of space. To her, it just showed she failed at everything.
The settlement failure only added one more thing to the list.
Because she’d failed before landing on the planet.
Way before.
For as long as Uma could remember, she’d let the people she loved down. Nothing she did ever measured up. Or proved to be never enough.
She constantly screwed up.
Her mother.
Biggest disappointment of the woman’s life.
Uma's father, Darmot Banks, bailed three days after Uma's third birthday and Ursula Banks placed the blame firmly at their daughter's feet. Uma got daily reminders at home with cruel words and random injuries. Until she went to school and discovered not all children suffered like she did. But… Uma didn't have clothes that matched or the latest everything and being different took on a whole new level of horrible. Uma wouldn't care if the other kids made fun of her, except she desperately wanted to belong to something.
Then, on the playground at school, she found a friend. Fitz Winterson. He didn't care if her hand-me-downs were several generations old. Or about the fact her comm device lacked the bells and whistles of the most recent models. Fitz treated her like she mattered and Uma finally came out of her shell and opened up about her homelife. How her mom blamed her for Darmot leaving. Put the fault of their divorce solely on Uma's head.
Fitz leaned in and told Uma a huge secret. "You know what? Parents fight and split up, but not all of them blame their children." His gaze focused on the gyroscope spinning two girls around at a slow speed. "My folks just got a divorce and my mom blames the military. The constant moving and change of station never let her put down roots." He met Uma's gaze again. "She doesn't blame me, but she crawls inside a bottle every night and stays there." He lifted a shoulder, shrugging. "At least she's not screaming at Dad or me anymore."
"What did you do when she got mean?" Did he hide under the bed like she did?
Fitz shrugged. "I lost myself in books. It's like the words on the page drown out the noise."
Uma wrinkled her nose. "I don't like to read." Not like her mom would buy books anyway.
Fitz nudged her shoulder. "So find something else. What do you like to do?"
Uma considered the question for a few moments. "I love to draw. And play rickett." The sport tested hand and eye coordination where a fist-sized ball had to enter a six-inch hole to score.
Fitz flashed a smile. "There you go then. A way to escape." He gave her a wink then got up and joined a holo-ball game.
Uma's mom wouldn't do things like take Uma to practice, so for now, she could count rickett out. But she picked up a pencil and drew on whatever she had handy. Sometimes she snuck into her mom's room and searched for loose change. A notebook didn't cost much and Ursula rarely missed the small amounts Uma stashed away in her backpack.
And Fitz had it right. When Ursula got mean, Uma could hide away in her closet and get lost in her pictures. If she stayed quiet and out of the way, Ursula would settle down and leave her daughter alone. A small cache of MREs and a jug of water meant Uma didn't even have to leave her room until her mom passed out or fell asleep. She got lonely sometimes, especially after Fitz had to move again, but she never forgot his kindness or advice.
She couldn't count the number of notebooks and sketchpads she went through, but the lifeline they provided throughout her primary school years kept her sane. And out of the Casualty Department. She even gained some acceptance from the other students when her sketches were featured in the primary school art show.
Exited the transport, Uma spied Fitz leading a group to the intake station. He met her gaze with a brief, icy stare then focused his attention anywhere but on her.
She sighed. She'd give anything to go back to primary school and have the kind of easy relationship with Fitz again. A single chance to have him look at her with friendship instead of cool detachment.
Way too much baggage between them now. And most of that luggage belonged to her.

I'm liking this one. It's gone several different directions but seems to finally be settling into the story it needs to be.

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

ML Skye

Sunday, February 18, 2018

Sunday Snippet: One Hot Mess

Slow week in television due to the Olympics, but that's okay. I enjoy being a casual viewer of the coverage and there have been some terrific events. Watching Virture | Mior during ice dancing is such a joy. They're unmatched by anyone else.

Legends of Tomorrow returned on Monday and while I'm kind of "meh" about the move to a new night, I did love the episode. Nice to see the group dealing with Firestorm being gone. Also kind of cool to see Mick step into something of a leadership role, even if he'd never own doing it. LOL

I had the chance to catch up on my period dramas. Murdoch Mysteries is having some fun with Julia's pregnancy and I kind of like how she's dealing with everything. Frankie Drake Mysteries keeps getting better. I love the varied types of cases Frankie and Trudy get involved in.

Also caught another five episodes of Chicago Fire. Season four is diving into things on a much deeper level and I like where the characters are right now. It's been fun watching Severide pull himself back up from his demotion. I even sort of enjoyed Patterson figuring out what really matters at fifty-one. Not sure I'm totally down with him becoming a battalion chief but, yeah, I can live with it. LOL

I didn't get the chance to watch more of The Punisher, but I'll be catching some episodes this weekend. Also still need to watch the latest Riverdale before the show returns after the Olympics.

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from One Hot Mess, a novella that started with an idea of a character waking up next to someone and not remembering how they got there. Oh… and they're naked.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Eva Twine and Van Jefferson have a very friendly rivalry when their teams compete for the galaxy championship. But when Van questions what Eva will wear to the celebratory masquerade, she decides to rock his very foundation.

And a sneaky peek…

Eva soaped up her skin, the hot steam of the shower easing her aching muscles. Her foot throbbed and she kept most of her weight off that side. Made the shower go must faster than normal.
She lathered up her hair and shook her head. Leave it to Van to assume she'd show up as a Sky Hawg poster girl. And okay… that might have been her original plan, but not anymore.
Something about the sexy smirk on his face made her want to wipe it off in a spectacular fashion. "Oh, Van, you think you know me… but you so don't." Eva let several ideas roll around in her head.
She had to find something killer to wear for the costume ball. A dress. A gorgeous one. Ugh… and heels. She didn't wear them often, who liked to torture themselves? But her legs looked kick ass great when she did.
Hopefully her foot didn't have any broken bones. The universe would not be that cruel. She had a point to make. Her team might have lost the battle, but she had a chance to beat Van by proving his expectations so very wrong.
She laughed. "How effing awesome? Kinda like kismet for the big loss."
Shutting off the water, Eva quickly toweled off and pulled on some clothes. She had to check in with the infirmary doc and see what the x-ray showed. Head still full of ideas, Eva started down the corridor, oblivious to anyone else passing by. She favored her injured foot, but cut a quick path through the throngs of people and burned a steady trail toward the lower level. Making her way down the steps, she made a quick decision to do the heels even if her foot had broken bones. At least until Van got a good, long look at her. Grinning wide, she made the turn and entered the infirmary.
She couldn't wait to get the all clear… "Geez, it's been years passed since I've actually wanted to go shopping." The exorbitant amount she'd spend didn't irritate her either.
She firmly decided not to examine the reason why Van Jefferson inspired so much competitiveness she'd go to great lengths to show him up. The challenge of rocking his world a fun one she deserved after taking one for the team.
Laughing, she sat up on the exam table and waited for the doc. "Poor guy won't know what hit him."

Eva and Van are on the path to something more… who knows if it'll work out but they'll have fun testing the waters.

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

ML Skye

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Sunday Snippet: Off the Hook

February 11, 2018

Greetings! Ohio has crazy weather patterns rolling through the state again. I'm at the point with winter where I'd be happy if it made up its mind and either stayed cold or got warmer. The back forth is hell on my sinuses.

Great week in television. The Flash had a good episode and I'm interested to see where things go now. In all honesty, the slow reveal of evil plans is getting to the point of annoyance. Get on with it already.

Black Lightning, on the other hand, is staying on form. I like the world building of this show. Keep on keeping on.

Riverdale is going down another dark road and I like it. I have to watch this week's episode but I caught up on last week and Archie continues to fail in spectacular fashion. I love all the bad decisions he makes.

Arrow did not go where I thought it might and I'm happy about that. I'm thrilled with the left turn the plot made. It's always the quiet ones people need to watch out for.

I'm moving along on Chicago Fire and I've started season four. I'm slowly but surely getting caught up to the current season. I love having the crossover episodes on the DVDs and following the storyline all the way through. Nicely done.

I'm caught up for the most part on Murdoch Mysteries. I loved the cooking competition episode. One of my favorite things about Murdoch is taking a modern trend and making it a trope in the show's setting. And it's always fun to have the spy versus spy episodes.

Need to catch up on Frankie Drake Mysteries and I might have time later today. Legends of Tomorrow returns this week and I'm excited to see what's next for the legends.

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Off the Hook, a novella that started with a writing community prompt of writing a scene about a character's crash.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Esti Warf's relationship with Wyatt Corben is tested when she agrees to give his younger brother a chance to pass basic flight. Wyatt knows in his gut his brother doesn't have the chops, but he can't get Esti to budge on her decision, especially when his old man pressured her into accepting Wilton as a cadet. Both are on the hook, trying to keep peace in the family and still maintain their bond as a couple.

And a sneaky peek…

Esti glanced up when knocking drew her attention from the entrance exams. Wharton Corben stood, one shoulder propped on the door jamb. Esti placed the tests aside and waited for her superior officer to state his reason for being there.
Wharton entered and closed the door behind him. "Lieutenant, how's my boy treating you?" He took a chair across from her and settled into it.
The closed door clued Esti in about which son he wanted to discuss. Wilton. The youngest, the one who'd failed his entrance exam into flight school. Granted, he'd missed the mark by two points, but he hadn't passed and Wharton would have problems with the fact. Besides, the elder Corben had no reason to doubt his oldest son's treatment of Esti. They'd had dinner with Wharton last night.
Esti cut to the chase. "Since Wyatt and I saw you less than twelve hours ago, I'll assume the small talk is perfunctory. You're here to discuss Wilton's test, aren't you?" Thankfully, she didn't bear the responsibility of giving him the failing grade.
Wharton nodded. "I've always appreciated your ability to cut through the niceties and get to the point." He leaned forward, resting his forearms on her desk. "I want you to accept Wilton in your basic flight class." He met and held her gaze.
Esti blew out a slow breath. "Permission to speak freely, sir?" She settled back, feigning a relaxed stance she didn't feel.
Wharton waved his hand. "As if it's necessary to ask. Granted, Lieutenant." He didn't give an inch, electing to stay leaned in close.
More or less directly in her face.
Esti shook her head. "I don't think you've thought this through. Putting Wilton in my class is going to set the scuttlebutt off the chart." Not to mention put her in the universe's most awkward position. "It's one thing to pull strings to get your son into basic flight after he missed the mark on the entrance exam; it quite another to drop said son into the class of your other son's significant other." She hesitated a moment. "You're setting both of us up to fail." Maybe a little harsh, but she'd be on the hook for Wilton's advancement.
Wharton narrowed his eyes. "You're suggesting I don't know what's best for Wilton?" Phrased as a question, his meaning still came through.
Put Wilton in her class. If she didn't, there would be repercussions. When it came to his younger son's flying or not, her relationship with Wyatt wouldn't protect her.
Esti shook her head. "I wouldn't presume to do so and you know it. But you're putting my career on the line, not to mention Wilton's and yours. You'd better be damned sure of this request, because you're not giving me room to say no." He wouldn't appreciate her harsh tone, but he'd given her leeway to speak plainly.
Wharton relaxed his stance. "I'm confident you'll give him a fair shot and that's all I care about. From experience, we both understand the entrance exam isn't foolproof. Sometimes it weeds out good candidates." He settled back in the seat. "Wilton doesn't test well. He never has. I want him with someone who believes everyone deserves a shot. I want him with you." Their conversation over dinner last night took on a whole new significance.
The crafty bastard well and truly set her up and nailed her to the wall.
Esti inclined her chin. "So be it, then. I'll add him to the class roster and issue an acceptance letter this afternoon." She reached for her stack of tests, ones where a command officer wouldn't be able to pull strings if the cadet didn't make the mark.
Yes, the gesture basically dismissed the superior officer. Yes, it probably pissed Wharton off. Esti didn't care at the moment. She had a job to do and Captain Corben's interference just made it one hell of a lot harder.
The scrape of the chair legs on the floor didn't pull her from her task. Wharton walked to the door and opened it. She breathed a little easier. She could vent some serious frustration when he left.
Of course he'd go personal before he made his exit.
She glanced up, tapping her pen on the page in front of her.
"Thank you."
She held his gaze. "Don't thank me, sir. As you know, there're no guarantees he'll pass."
He gave her a brusque nod and left her office, his footsteps echoing down the corridor.
Esti growled and flung her pen across the room. "Dammit."
The next six weeks are going to suck.

Esti is not going to have fun with her new class. The men in her life are going to complicate things on a grand scale.

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

ML Skye

Sunday, February 4, 2018

Sunday Snippet: Nugget Training

Hello, February! We've got snow and slushy ick outside today. Perfect weather for the big game I won't be watching. LOL

So… The Flash definitely got Barry out his regular cell, which is terrific. Sadly, he ended up in a much worse predicament. Nice that he got to do a good deed before landing there.

Black Lightning continues to make me happy. I need a few hours to binge watch all the eps together so I can truly immerse into the universe. Looking forward to that.

I'm behind an episode of Riverdale. Need to catch up this week before the new episode.

Arrow… wow. I have so much love for this show. The dueling teams sadden me but I like where everyone is for the moment. I have a truly bad vibe that I won't share just yet but it's going to make me really angry if I'm right. Not mad in a bad way so maybe disappointed is a better word. Stay tuned. LOL

Got through another four episodes of Chicago Fire and I'm so glad the almost lethally lame fill-in chief is gone. Nice to see Welsh do something terrific for once.

I'm almost through season one of The Punisher. Gotta say this show pisses me off to no end but for all the right reasons. I'm kind of interested and waiting to see where they take the Lewis storyline. Right now it's not meshing well with the other parts. We'll see how it goes.

Also need to catch up on my period dramas. Hopefully, I'll have something for next week.

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Nugget Training, a fun little novella that started with a two-word prompt of "I'm blessed".

Here's the mini-blurb:

Bonnie Bash has issues with remembering boundaries and it gets her in trouble with Taggart Allen, her immediate superior—especially when she sometimes forgets she has to respect the rank. She quickly learns why she frustrates Tag so much when she's thrust into training a group of fifteen newbie pilots, nuggets, and not one has a clue or even cares about how the chain of command works.

And a sneaky peek…

"Bash! Hold up."
She paused by the door, but didn't turn around.
"I'll only take a moment of your time… unlike the ten minutes you spent hijacking my briefing." He grabbed her arm and tugged her to the side of the room. "What the hell, Bonnie?" She'd been more of a pain in his ass than usual lately.
Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Hey, if you can't take the heat, maybe you shouldn't be leading the briefings." She crossed her arms over her chest, closing off the chance for a friendly reminder.
Fine. He could pull rank with the best of them.
He gave a terse nod. "I'll keep that in mind. Now here's something for you to consider…" He pitched his voice low to keep the pilots milling in the halls from overhearing. "You don't have to respect my methods or, hell, even me, but you do have to respect the rank. And since we're on the topic of likes and dislikes..." He nailed the issue really pissing him off at the moment. "You don't have to like me on a personal level to follow orders—"
Bonnie pushed away from the bulkhead, dropping her arms. "Wait. Hold on. You know I like you. We've been friends for a long ass time."
Could have fooled him, especially over the past two weeks.
But… "That's part of the issue, Bonnie. Yeah, we're friends and all, but you know the extra pip means you don't get to be a raving bitch when I'm going over the flight roster." Warming up, he laid everything out for clarity. "Just because you don't like to fly with Brownie doesn't mean you get to have a say. I decide who flies when. You got a problem with my schedule; you come see me after the briefing." Wouldn't that be nice?
She grimaced, silently acknowledging his point. "Not always easy to find you after it's over. And fifteen minutes until wheels up doesn't give you much time to make adjustments." Her sheepish tone revealed the reason for her earlier attitude problem.
He quirked a brow. "Then deal. You have to know I didn't just plop you in with Brownie to piss you off. We're down a full squadron. If I could've made the roster work without putting you together, I would have." He shook his head. "Seriously, Bonnie. Cutting you slack is one thing, but throwing out a well-planned schedule is crossing the line. We have rank and chain of command for a reason."
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I remember the party line. It's only thing standing between us and the enemy." As they both knew well.
Tag pinned her with his gaze. "Then do me a favor and keep your mouth shut the next time you're not happy with your choice for wingman."
Her lips curved in a saucy smile. "Yeah, I'm not stupid enough to make that a promise, but I won't disrupt your briefings anymore."  She bumped his shoulder with her fist. "And I'm sorry. For being a pain."
Tag couldn’t ask for more. "Wendell's coming back in two days. He'll have the next rotation with Brownie." They could talk each other into oblivion and neither would be worse for the experience.
Bonnie nodded. "Thanks." She made a move to go past him. "If I leave now, I'll have just enough time to get some painkillers from the infirmary."
Tag frowned. "Are you okay to fly?" She hadn't mentioned anything being wrong.
Bonnie flashed a grin. "I'm fine. I'm being proactive. Trying to ward off the headache I'll no doubt come back with." Her low, husky chuckle followed her out the exit.
Taggart snorted. "Always with the last word, that one."
She'd always been that way… why change now?

I'm having a lot of fun with this one. My brainstorm notes keep me entertained and I truly hope that translates onto the page as I continue writing.

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

ML Skye