Think I'm finally over the hump with the ear infection and tooth issues. Feeling much more clear-headed and able to function. Low-grade discomfort is such a distraction.
Had an okay week watching more Batman: The Animated Series. I finished up season one and got started on season two, which is much, much shorter than the first one.
Enjoyed the opening of season two with "House and Garden." Ivy can be very intriguing and watching her playing normal family ended up being fun.
Also enjoyed Ra's Agul's return. I like the fact he isn't part of the usual rogue's gallery and doesn't haunt Gotham like the rest of the villains do.
I'm hoping to finish out the year with the rest of season two and three, then maybe dive into some of my favorite Justice League episodes with Batman.
That's pretty much it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Breaking Point, book three of the Scorched Galaxy series.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Molly and Sloan are rock solid until the fleet reaches its breaking point and their relationship is one of the casualties … or so they want everyone to think.
And a sneaky peek…
"The
explosion is just the beginning. The initiative is everywhere … and nowhere…
And
we have nothing to lose."
Sloan sat going over
the tape again. He'd made a full pot of strong coffee—not because he needed it
to wake up—hell, he'd slept a solid six hours. A deep, dreamless, dead to the
world, much needed rest.
His body ached in the
best way. Molly had wanted more than a repeat performance. She demanded several
encores, not that he'd complain. Something about physically exhausting himself
with sex made his head very clear.
His lips quirked.
"Leave it to Molly to know exactly what I needed." Somehow being
replete, spent, and sated made his energy level even out and knocked the
cobwebs loose in his overtaxed mind.
He heard the words on
the tape with different ears, picking up on nuances he'd missed before. The
speech had been practiced and designed to carry weight and have impact on a
group of weary travelers. The initiative would gain momentum and, if Sloan
didn't miss his guess, make a move to gain power and take over the fleet.
Molly staggered out
of the bedroom and made her way to the coffee, pouring a mug then blowing across
the top. Sloan sat back, watching her take a tentative sip, her slow, blissful
grin drawing a quick one from him.
She turned and made
her way to the desk, leaning down to catch his lips in a toe-curling kiss.
"I love you." Planting a hip on the edge, she brought the cup to her
mouth again.
Sloan chuckled.
"You love the coffee." His fingers trailed playfully down her thigh.
Molly laughed.
"Well, there is that. But I love you more." She settled more
comfortably on the desk. "Now play the tape and let me listen to it."
I love writing this couple. At some point, I really do hope to get this saga out into the universe because Molly and Sloan are so much fun.
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
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