Another week of not
losing any favorites on The Last Ship.
Now I'm really concerned whoever is next will completely gut me. The Greens
need to stay safe, at least long enough for a lovely family reunion. I actually
fear something will happen to Mrs. Green because that's so not the obvious
choice. I'll say this… if the president or Jacob the asshat reporter tries to
harm her, I'll come after them. (In actuality, it'll probably be the blonde
advisor—whose name I can't be bothered to remember—who does something awful to
Kara, which, yeah, will add her to my list of 'deserves to die in a fire'
candidates.)
Killjoys had a terrific episode this week. I'm excited to watch the next
episode. Really interested in finding out more about Dutch's history, but I
also want to see more about Johnny and D'Av, too. Sprinkling in small details
about Pree, Pawter, and Alvis along the way is always welcome, too. I'm a
little less into the whole nine thing, but I could become intrigued if they play
that out a little over this season and really dive into it during the next
season. (hint, hint).
Dark Matter jumped up on the interest chart again. I
have a sneaky feeling there's been a switcheroo regarding One and I'm looking
forward to finding out if my theory is correct. That said, I'm enjoying the
dynamic with the remaining crew and the newcomers. We'll see if that continues.
J
Babylon 5 and Strike Back rewatches are
ongoing. I'm leaning toward a Banshee
binge since I'll finish up Strike Back before
B5 is complete. I'm also debating
whether to start a few of the Netflix series I've wanted to dive into.
Decisions, decisions.
Enough TV.
Tonight's post is from Call the Ball,
a sexy short built around the prompt of "a grown-up version of 'seven
minutes in heaven'". Too much fun!!
Here's the
mini-blurb:
Gwen keeps a tightly controlled leash on her feelings for
Tag, thinking if she gives up control, she'll get lost in the passion. But when
a simple game throws them together, she has to take a chance to see if sparks
fly and if so, how to quench the flame.
And a sneaky peek…
Gwen West put her tray in the
slot for cleaning and dumped her trash in the bins. Weird how becoming a full
lieutenant didn't change much of anything. She still ate at the same time,
usually alone, and had the same flight rotation. Oddly, she expected to at
least feel different, but no, not so much. The extra bar on her collar looked
nice, but everything else stayed pretty much the same.
Okay with her, for the most part.
She'd hoped she might… well… gain a little boost of confidence with her
promotion. Should have known better. Self-assurance had to come from within,
not from a bump in rank or an extra stripe.
Dammit, she used swagger with the
best of them. One wrong move tore her bravado to shreds. No, one stupid mistake
set her back and she had to suck it up and move the hell on or risk being
trapped by her past.
"Yo, West. Glad I caught
you."
Tag Locksley. Her heart hammered.
Gwen flicked her gaze in his direction, taking in the incredible vision of male
perfection. She quickly looked away. Her reaction to her superior officer
served as a good reminder… of why a sharply handsome face, sexy voice, and a
lean and cut body would definitely get her into trouble.
Risking another quick glance and
cursing her accelerated pulse rate, she quirked an eyebrow. "Did you need
me for something?" God. Stupid
response, Gwen.
Tag flashed a smile. "Not
yet. But later, the senior officers are meeting in the lounge." His lips
curved in a full grin. "And since you're now a senior officer, you should
be there."
Gwen sucked in a breath. Wow. The
unofficial gathering spot for blowing off steam used to be off limits. Junior
officers always steered clear and she'd been one of those less than a week ago.
Tag shot her a sideways glance.
"What? You've got other plans?"
His gravelly voice sent a zing of
awareness shooting through her and sounded an alarm in her head. But the
incredulous tone stopped her from being completely stupid.
She shrugged. "Nothing
specific. What time did you have in mind?" Excitement mixed with wariness.
Gwen wanted to experience the
camaraderie with the senior officers, but being the newest in their midst had
nervous tension settling between her shoulders.
Tag lifted a shoulder. "Eh,
sometime around seven." He planted a hand on the bulkhead not far from her
head. "Plan on a late night. We'll be celebrating your new status."
Gwen suppressed a shudder and
unglued her tongue from the roof of her mouth. She so needed to get over the
crazy attraction for him. Wetting her lower lip, she tilted her head to one
side, studying the almost challenging glint in his gaze.
Ducking under his arm, she
started toward the exit. "Seven o'clock." Sparing a quick backward
glance, she nodded. "I'll make the time to be there."
Sailing through the open doorway,
she willed her heartbeat to slow down and prayed she didn't trip over her feet.
The last thing she wanted? To appear inane and not up to par with the rest of the
officers.
Or Tag Lockesly
Having a good time
with this one. Need to find a few more spare moments to finish up and make it
shine.
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
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