Another long week,
but at least some great TV to ease the stress. Currently watching The Last Ship, which continues to keep
me entertained. The new season of Doctor
Who starts in a few weeks and my fingers are crossed. Really not sure I'm
going to like Twelve.
Getting ready to
start season two of La Femme Nikita, probably
when I completely fell in love with the show. I'm also still loving Defiance and can't wait to see where the
season ends.
New and pics from
Comic Con made my week. The casts from Orphan
Black, Sons of Anarchy, and Arrow were super awesome and shared tons
of stuff. I so enjoy it when the actors love what they do and give lots to
their fans.
Tonight's post is
from Fail Me Now, a novella where my
hero wants nothing to do with flying fighters to help win a war.
Here's the tagline:
Tate Emerson has no
desire to fly fighters—he's worked too hard to get out from under his father's
thumb. But when enemy forces attack, Indi Best comes calling with a special
invitation from the elder Emerson: Join the fight or get left behind. Tate
hatches a plan to do his part, but not have to take orders from his father.
And a sneaky peek…
Indi strode into Tate's quarters
and planted her booted feet directly in front of the exit. She folded her arms
over her chest and waited.
Tate glanced up and sighed.
"You seriously won't take no for an answer, will you?" He closed his
logbook and set it aside.
Indi jerked her head back and
forth. "Nope. And you know why I won't." She met his gaze and held
it.
Tate frowned. "Look, I have
no desire to train. I'm perfectly content to contribute to our war effort from
here." He got up and put his logbook back in his desk. "But... we
could pretend to play along few weeks and you could fail me sometime in the
third." He propped his hip on the oak surface.
Indi snorted. "You don't ask
for much do you?" She relaxed her posture, happy he'd finally started
talking.
He waved off her objection.
"Just say I have zero aptitude for flying."
Obviously he did or he wouldn't
be captaining your own ship.
She quirked a brow. "You
want me to lie to your old man? How'd that work out for you as a kid?" The
elder Emerson didn't appreciate bullshit in any form.
Tate's lips twitched. "Not
well." He heaved a long sigh.
Indi chuckled. "Exactly. His
tolerance hasn't improved, take my word for it." She cocked her head to
the side, studied him a moment, and decided on a different tactic. "Let me
ask a simple question. Why did you become a captain?"
He glanced away and didn't answer
for several long seconds. "I grew up taking orders." He slid his gaze
back to hers. "I wanted to give them and earned the right to do so."
She nodded. "Hmm.
Okay." She respected his reason.
She also recognized a kindred
spirit and her instincts screamed he had what it took to fly combat missions.
She wanted him on their side. "Let's
try this for a solution. Come back with me and give it your best. If you hate
it at the end, I'll figure something out."
He huffed out a harsh breath.
"You think I'm going to love it, don't you?" He crossed his arms over
his chest.
She answered. "I know you
will."
He shook his head. "That
doesn't bode well."
Oh…
you're so wrong. Guys like you and your dad win wars. She opted to not share her
thoughts on the topic.
She shrugged. "Maybe not… but
those are my terms. Do your best, give it everything you've got—and I'll know
if you don't—and if you still want to fail… I'll find a way to make it happen."
He narrowed his eyes, but she had
him, he couldn't refuse.
Tate stuck out his hand.
"Deal."
Victory!
Indi won the first
skirmish but she's got a long road to win her personal war.
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flip.
ML Skye
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