It's been a busy, busy week. I've got a new long-term project in a new to me genre and I’m excited to get started. Also finished up a couple of copy editing projects that were fun to work on.
About normal television viewing. I finished up the rewatch of Roswell, New Mexico. I'm serious when I say this show is kind of consuming me right now. Also caught the newest episode and it's everything I expected as to the reveal of the fourth alien but it also surpassed my expectations in so many ways. I don't know if there's going to be a triangle with Michael, Maria, and Alex but I actually like where things are right now. I'm not a huge fan of triangles but this has potential to be really interesting.
Caught another episode of Underbelly: Razor and really liked where things went. Wally leaving Kate came at just the right time and I'm interested to see how she fares without him. I'm also excited to see where Tillie and Nellie end up. Probably not in the best circumstances.
Watched two more episodes of Peter Gunn. This is such a great show for inspiration when I want to write something with a flair of noir. It's moody and stylish and the mix of grim and dark with humor is excellent.
Caught an episode of Strike Back and my heart goes out to Wyatt. At the same time, I'm totally down with Coltrane going rogue. It's such a section twenty thing to do. And the responses from the team? Perfect. I'm kind of hoping Katrina sees used-to-be Pavel as the evil force he is and switches allegiance again. We'll see what happens.
Watched another episode of Chicago Fire and loved how the group came together for Foster. Doctor Asshat definitely got the message. At least I hope he did.
Iron Fist had a great episode. I love watching Ward try to navigate through emotions. Joy, I'm not so sure about. I can't quite decide if I understand and sympathize where she's coming from or if I want to write her off the way I've written Trish off in Jessica Jones.
Caught an episode of Classic Roswell and Alex and Liz broke my heart all over again. I did love, love, love the way they took Topolski down though.
Watched an episode Murdoch Mysteries. The reporter lady drives me nuts but I loved how she handled getting William and Julie to recognize how much George contributed to their book. The murder case also entertained.
Caught the second episode of The Murders and I really like the partnership between Nolan and Kate. I want to know more about both characters.
I started Ms. Fisher's Modern Murder Mysteries and I'm excited to see how this show stacks up to Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries.
That's pretty much it for TV this week. Tonight's post is from Wounded Birds, a novella that started with a writing community prompt to write about sickness. Sounds like a weird concept but it ended up being fun.
Here's the mini-blurb:
When weeping sickness hits a space carrier hard, pilots Minka Kovak and Channing Santclar are two of the first to go down, which creates a problem since the fleet relies on them to keep the planes in the air. But when the duo gets through the worst of the virus—without killing each other—they end up working from their isolation alcove to shuffle the schedule and fill the flight roster.
And a sneaky peek…
Two hours later, Channing rolled his shoulders and tilted his head from side to side. "Ugh. Okay, break time." He glanced at the stack of panels they had left. "We've got what? Maybe two years of information left to scan and send?" The tedious work had his muscles all kinked up.
Minka jumped off her stool. "Finally!" She came around the counter and leapt on top of him.
He caught her with both hands, but crashed back against the neighboring shelves, sending a bunch of sealed glass beakers crashing to the floor. Minka stilled in his arms, glancing over his shoulder. He followed her line of sight to the growing pool of rainbow colors mixing on the floor.
Minka swung her gaze back to his. "Oops. Sorry about that." She wriggled out of his grasp. "Think we better clean that up?" Her eyes shifted back and forth, no doubt seeking something to mop up the spilled liquid.
Channing shook his head. "Why bother? No one's coming back here once we get those panels uploaded." He reached for her, grabbing her hips and pulling her flush against him.
Her lips curved in a sexy smirk. "Hmmm. I think someone wants to get down and dirty more than cleaning stuff up." She rubbed her groin into his. "And I'm totally here for that idea." Her hand worked the button of his fatigues loose while she toed off her boots.
Lowering his head, he nibbled the column of her throat. "I'll admit I'd rather be buried balls deep in you than swiping a mop across the floor." Licking a trail along her jawline, he brought his mouth close to hers. "Any objections?" His lips hovered barely a breath away.
Minka flicked her tongue out. "Hell, no. I've spent the last two hours waiting not so patiently for some fun." Her fingers lowered the zipper on his pants and she fished her hand inside to grasp his cock.
Her warm fist made a poor substitute for what he wanted. He kicked his boots off.
Easing away from her, he yanked his shirt over his head. "Fun sound good." He pushed her shirt up, his palms gliding over her skin to cup her breasts.
Minka let go of his dick and shed her tee and bra. "It always does, especially with you." Her pants hit the floor and she shoved them aside with her foot.
He dropped trou and stepped away from the fatigues pooled around his ankles. "Hard and fast or nice and slow?" His fingers wrapped around his hard shaft.
Minka licked her lips. "How about both?" She turned away from him and stuck her ass out. "Gimme hard and fast first." She crooked her finger and wiggled her butt.
His mouth watered and a moan rumbled up from his chest. Her sculpted cheeks would tempt anyone to gaze and stare. And appreciate.
Minka snapped her fingers. "Channing. Don't make me wait." She braced a hand on the counter and used the other to delve between her legs. "I'm hot, wet, and ready."
He moved forward and guided his dick between her slick folds, nudging the head inside her core. "Feels good, Minka." He flexed his hips, sinking deep, her warmth an enveloping perfection.
He only waited a second before drawing back and sliding forward again. He gripped her hips in his hands and set a rapid staccato of retreat and return.
Minka groaned. "Yeah, it does. It feels incredible."
I'm actually having a lot of fun with this. Minka and Channing are about to learn a lesson about using caution when they're off the ship.
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
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