Sunday, June 14, 2015

Sunday Snippet: Red Tape

So… some good TV this week. Strike Back continues to be excellent viewing. Awesome to see Martinez and Richmond kick ass as they're trained to do. I did call the wife, which is all I'll say for now. Can't wait for the next installment!

Orphan Black, once again, totally blew everything out of the water. Seriously, every time I think I'm cool to settle back and watch, another twist has me sitting on the edge of my seat with my mouth hanging open. I love it!

Defiance returned and, geez, cleaned freaking house. Not only is the E-rep gone, with the exception of Berlin—thankfully—but three regular characters are no more. I love having Nolan and Amanda working in tandem. We'll see how long that lasts.

The premiere of Dark Matter has me intrigued enough to keep watching. I like the blend of characters so far. Hopefully, as the show unfolds, that'll stay the case. Who knows? Killjoys opens next week and I'm very much looking forward to adding it to my Friday night viewing.

More on new shows next week…

Tonight's post is from Red Tape, a novella where my main characters have to learn a new set of rules to break regs.

Here's the tagline:

Noelle Phame and Dirk Santias are given a temporary duty assignment to a new space cruiser and quickly realize how different the traditions are on an admiral's flagship. Once they figure out the red tape, they're free to fraternize all they want.

And a sneaky peek…

Carl caught sight of the boots outside the bunkroom and shook his head. If they meant what he thought, his two temporary pilots were headed for big trouble. He didn't care about the fraternization, but if Admiral Glazier stumbled over the footwear, Stein would be down his extra help—and Noelle and Dirk were desperately needed for the new training rollout.
He picked the boots up, dragged the hatch open, and heard heavy breathing and loud moans. Not wanting to interrupt, he hesitated a moment or two trying to figure out what move to make.
Noelle's raspy voice carried to his ears. "God, that hit the spot."
Risking a glance inside, he found the couple facing each other, foreheads resting together. Their skin glistened and with the way they were seated, Noelle straddling Dirk, his arms wrapped around her, they looked like a work of art. Dirk's lips caught Noelle's in a lingering kiss and Carl chose to break up their interlude now before it heated up again.
He cleared his throat. "I take it these belong to one of you?" The boots dangled from his fingertips.
Dirk angled his head and cocked a brow. "Do you not know what it means when they're outside the bunkroom?" He grasped a light throw and draped it over Noelle's shoulders.
Shiner shot back. "Yeah, it means KP duty in the galley if Glazier sees them and that's when you're not confined to the brig." He flicked his gaze to Noelle, relaxing a little when he found her covered up. "If you two want alone time, you need to use the red tape on the bulkhead here." His hand slipped in between the panels and snagged a scrap of bright red tape. "Otherwise, expect to be interrupted on a regular basis." Dropping the boots, he slapped the tape on the hatch and exited, pushing the heavy door shut behind him.
The muffled curses coming from inside quarters brought a wide smile to his face. He had a feeling he'd just gone up a notch in their book. And since he liked both pilots, he didn't mind giving them a helping hand—as long as they did their jobs and got his squadrons trained.

This one is already lots of fun. Can't wait to see where the sages take me.

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

ML Skye

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