Sunday, November 2, 2014

Sunday Snippet: Inside Out

I love crossovers on television. The Flash and Arrow had a character crossover this week and it was great to watch. I think my all-time favorite might be the Homicide and Law and Order crossover. Can't really say why, but that one always sticks out in my mind when I think about the various shows that use them.

I caught a marathon of Covert Affairs on Cloo this weekend and quite enjoyed it. I usually catch shows like White Collar and Covert Affairs on Netflix or when other networks run blocks of programming. I wish networks like BBC America would offer more options than Top Gear and whatever Gordon Ramsey show, which I've seen multiple times and could care less about. Honestly, with the vast library the BBC has, isn't there anything else they could put on during the day?

Enough television, tonight's post is from Inside Out, a sexy short that may make its way into novella status. I seem to say that an awful lot. LOL

Here's the tagline:

Jamie Storm and Shane Castigli are separated by circumstance and each makes an attempt to move on with others. But Shane's got an inside out feeling, something of an intuition about Jaime returning, which doesn't go over well with his current partner.

And a sneaky peek…

Shane tossed and turned on the bed. The images in his head swirled in a misty, hazy fog, but still had weight and volume. He woke up in a different bed, one from over a year ago, alone… again. The gut-punched, kicked in the teeth feeling as strong and gritty as when it had happened.
"Jaime!" He shouted.
But he didn't expect a response. His instincts screamed she'd gone—and wouldn't return.
The dream shifted and he stood at his window, looking out over the expanse of the shipyard, watching a battle cruiser come in for a smooth docking. Another transference. He now waited at the edge of the tarmac, his view obscured by the venting exhaust of the ship's engines. A lone figure moved slowly through the swirling, steamy depths, getting closer and closer until his vision became clear.
A hand grabbed his shoulder, shaking him back and forth. "Shane." He shrugged off the offending grasp and took a step forward.
"Shane! Wake up."
The dream faded and Jaime disappeared. Shane snapped awake, sitting up in bed. A cold chill settled at the base of his spine, but he blinked several times and his head cleared.
He blew out a harsh breath.
A warm palm settled over his thigh. "Are you okay?"
He nodded. "Yeah. I'm fine. Bad dream."
Rosa propped her head on her hand and looked him square in the eye. "Who the hell is Jaime?"
Um, yeah, Shane's not going to want to explain, but won't have much choice. Oddly enough, the variations on the theme of being with the wrong person fascinate me, which is probably why I tend to gravitate toward telling this kind of story.

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

ML Skye

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