Bleh. I'm feeling under the weather today. Allergy season is in full swing and my sinuses hate me right now. LOL
Got caught up on the premiere of Killjoys but haven't been able to watch the other two episodes yet. I hate it when On Demand makes me wait. Might have to see if they're available on SyFy. One of my favorite things about Dark Matter is how trippy they get with episodes sometimes. I love it when I have to keep up or get lost. Wynonna Earp… wow. Seriously, just wow. This show gets better with each passing episode. It's crazy, batshit, and over the top and I love every single moment.
Hoping to get into Orphan Black later this week. With five or so episodes ready, I'll have a good amount to binge watch.
I'm excited to see they've started filming season six of Arrow! Can't wait for the new season to start.
And that's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Intimate Bond, a novella that was started with a writing community prompt of "grief sex… have your characters engage over losing someone that isn't a relative". I loved that one!
Here's the mini-blurb:
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…
"God dammit, Deadspool, what the hell did you think you were doing out there?" Lindsay Redd stood toe-to-toe with her junior pilot.
Kenda Deeds aka Deadspool smirked and lifted a shoulder. "Showing my skill, sir. What did it look like I was doing?" She handed her helmet off to one of the deck crew.
Linsday resisted the urge to slap the snark out of her pilot. "It looked like you were spending too much time hot-dogging instead of flying your patrol. Make sure you don't do it again." Already forming the scathing words for her report, she started to sidestep around the other woman.
Kenda pushed back. "Why not? You do it." She swung around and blocked Lindsay's path.
So not the point and yet Kenda didn't have it wrong. Lindsay did fly with a buttload of flair, even on patrol.
Lindsay did a slow ten count before responding to the smart ass retort. "I've got three years' experience on you." Not to mention rank, which she'd pull if the Kenda didn't back off.
Kenda rolled her eyes. "And I fly as good as or better than you did back then." Another smirk over the age jab.
God, Lindsay hated the overconfidence of Deeds. And it had nothing to do with the fact that Lindsay, if she really thought about it, could probably remember saying something eerily similar to her first squadron commander. Doyle Ingersoll would be wearing a smug smile if he were here to eavesdrop on this conversation. No matter, he'd get an earful once Lindsay put Kenda in her place.
She narrowed her eyes. "You're proficient, Deeds. There's a difference between that and experience and it's one that might just save your life. So stop with the dramatics when we're on patrol." Finished with the conversation, Lindsay stepped around Kenda again and started for the corridor.
Kenda shot back. "I think you're jealous and green isn't a good color on you."
Lindsay didn't break stride, stifling the urge to punch the other woman. "Whatever gets you through the day, Deeds. Make sure you hold on to that." Ignoring the small burst of laughter from the deck crew, she made the turn to head for the showers to wash the stench of anger away.
The rivalry between the two pilots is fun to write. They'll form something of a mutual respect for each other before too long, especially when Doyle steps in to play referee.
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.