Sunday Snippet: Threshold

So… The Last Ship? Probably one of the best season finales I've seen in a long time. I love this show! Now I have a whole year to wait for new episodes. *sigh*

Not much else on the television front. I'm patiently waiting for my superhero shows to return and watching a lot of new stuff on Netflix. The new season of Longmire is now streaming and I'm two episodes in. I love where things are going so far… stay tuned to see if that changes. LOL

New Doctor Who episodes start the weekend. Can't say I'm super excited to have a new season, but I'll watch and hopefully be surprised. After investing so much time, I'll have to keep current with what's happening.

I also started a beta read on a great story for an author friend. Looking forward to finishing it up this week.

Tonight's post is from Threshold, a novella that's kind of close to my heart. I love the concept of this story and how it's coming together.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Satin Welch takes one look at the gorgeous Blade Killian and has to have him. She purchases his slave contract and grants him freedom. Blade doesn't trust the beautiful woman or her idea to make him a partner on the Threshold, a pleasure ship traveling throughout the galaxy, but he can't quite resist the chance to make his own choices after a decade of sexual servitude.

And a sneaky peek…

"The Court hereby grants Satin Welch the sum of one hundred and fifty million credits and the deed to the cruiser class ship, Threshold." The magistrate glanced up from his order. "By the decree of this Court, the title is free and clear of lien and Madam Welch can use the ship in any way she sees fit." He slapped the gavel down. "So ordered on this date, year, and time."

Satin let out the breath she'd been holding and resisted the urge to shout with glee. Instead, she rose with as much grace as she could muster and walked out of the magistrate's chambers with her shoulders squared and head held high. Her family could no longer touch her, control her, or bring her to heel.

Or use her to garner favors from their debauched and depraved friends.

Nine years of being whored out by her own blood for anything from settling a gambling debt to gaining a seat on a corporate board, she finally got her freedom. Thanks to her great-grandfather who had promised she'd never have to service another rutting cock or salacious couple, unless she chose to do so. He'd kept his word and she now had the means to do whatever she wanted.

And she had just the plan to get underway.

Stepping out into the atrium of the galactic judicial building, she dug her howler out of her inside pocket and dialed a series of numbers.

Her recipient answered on the third beep. "Yeah, Manilow."

Bart Manilow served as a mercenary for hire and she'd grown up with him. His father ran her dad's security service. Bart got along with his parents about as well as she did with hers.

Satin's lips curved in a smile. "Bart? It's Satin. I have a major opportunity for you and five of your closest friends."

Her dream of putting an end to the sex worker slave trade finally within her grasp, she said a silent thank you to her great-grandfather for making it happen.

Satin is so much fun to write. This may end up becoming a full series if the ideas keep pinging in my brain.

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

ML Skye