Another great week
of TV even if a few of my shows were on break for the election night coverage.
Gotta take a moment to mention Arrow. Seriously, this show keeps improving on
itself. The pacing is perfect and the interweaving of past with present stays
flawless. I love this show!
Finally started
seeing previews for the new season of Orphan Black. It's just a small little
spot with 'You Don't Own Me' playing in the background. Honestly, though?
Perfection. And hopefully a small hint of what we'll be seeing early in 2015.
Last mention of
television related stuff… Doctor Who. I'll be completely in the minority, but
eh, I'm just not feeling the new doctor at all. I did enjoy the season finale
and I always watch the Christmas special, but I can't disconnect from the fact
Capaldi has played two other roles in the Whoverse. Don't get me wrong, he's a
great actor, but the inability to move past his other roles seriously harshes
my enjoyment of the show. This saddens me greatly. L
Anyway, enough TV.
Tonight's post is from Intimate Bond, a sexy short where my characters have to
rely on their bond to get them through a very rough patch.
Here's the tagline:
Lindsay Redd has a big problem with one of her pilots, but
when the younger woman goes down in flames, Lindsay can't let go of her grief.
Doyle Ingersoll has to find a way to push Lindsay back into top gun form, and
isn't above using sex to make it happen.
And a sneaky peek…
Lindsay stood at the podium,
staring down at her neatly typed notes. The empty room mocked her, the
short-lived silence serving to heighten her awareness that she had to be the
worst person in the universe to speak about Kenda. The upstart pilot drove
Lindsay to fits of temper on a good day. On a bad one, well, brawling wouldn't
be unheard of.
Lindsay cleared her throat, tight
with nervous tension. Would using notes cheapen the speech? Why did Doyle pick
Lindsay as the best candidate?
She shook her head. "Kenda,
you're gonna hate this eulogy."
"No she won't." Doyle's
voice echoed through the quiet. "I'm pretty sure the afterlife will mellow
her considerably." He moved forward, coming to a stop at the dais.
Lindsay met his gaze. "Why
me?" She didn't have to voice the rest of the question.
Doyle shrugged. "Problem or
not, she belonged to you. To your squadron." He turned and took a seat in
the front row. "The others need it to be you for closure. They'd expect
and want the same if they went down, don't you think?" He crossed his arms
over his chest.
Lindsay sighed. "Not really.
But people skills aren't my forte. They're yours, so I'll take your word for
it."
Doyle gave her a sad smile.
"You underestimate yourself, Linds." The doors opened and pilots
started filing into the briefing room. "Hang in there. You'll get
through."
She gathered up the cards and
straightened them then squared her shoulders. Yes, she'd get through, if only
to show Kenda she could.
Lindsay will get
through, but it'll be a tough road. Good thing Doyle plans to stick close and
help her out.
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flip.
ML Skye
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