Yeah, had another
rough week. But I actually think things are looking up in general. Just need to
get through a few tricky situations involving vehicles and we'll be back on
track. So heartened to see the huge turnout and big changes from the US
election. Having a little hope is a wonderful feeling.
Got my brake parts
ordered and should have them this week, which is better than expected. The last
time I ordered parts, it took almost a month for them to come in. Once the
brakes are done on my car, we have to figure out the tires on my middle kid's
car. After the first of the year, it'll be time to do alignments on the cars.
Can't wait. Yes, that's sarcasm.
Had a busy work
week. My left shoulder has been bothering me and pulling my focus, especially
since I had a long copy edit to finish and a rush holiday manuscript to get completed.
I got it done and was so happy to have another holiday story to edit. It's a
good one! I started a new proofread and hope to find my groove on it soon. I'm
still a little distracted. Also had a great client call on a wellness book that
I'm very excited about.
Because of the
shoulder issues, I didn't get much accomplished on the viewing front. Hoping
this week will be a little different, but I'm not counting on anything. As
usual, I binged Death in Paradise and adjacent spinoffs.
I did get an
episode of Marple watched and thoroughly enjoyed it. Lots of great guest
stars. This one finished out season four so I'll be starting five this week.
Watched the final Poirot.
I can honestly say it broke my heart a little, but it was so good to see
Hastings again. As a send off for the famous detective, it's satisfying. I love
full-circle narratives.
Elementary ended up being pretty interesting. Not sure
how I feel about weaving Moriarty back into the storyline, but it adds a
wrinkle to a few things. Could be twisty to see how things play out.
That's life the
update this week. Tonight's post is from Holly's Masquerade, a Specter
Station novella.
Here's the
miniblurb:
Roman Holly can't believe how smoothly the transition to
his new base of operations on Specter Station is going, but he has Isis Tango,
his uber-efficient admin, to thank. She moves halfway across the galaxy to stay
by his side and he's not quite sure why. But Isis will reveal her reason at the
holiday masquerade, and it will blow Roman's mind.
And a sneaky peek…
Roman's eyes widened
when he entered the conference area. Once again, I'm nothing less than impressed
with Isis's progress. A series of white boards lined the seating area in a
horseshoe shape. Filled with color swatches, sketches, and neatly written
notes, he had no trouble envisioning the space for the gala.
Roman shot Isis a look.
"You've been busy." Not that she ever sat idly by.
Isis quirked a brow.
"Did you expect anything less?" Her hands smoothed the front of her
skirt.
Something in her tone
gave him pause. "Of course not." He wondered about her mood.
She always had a smile
and worked tirelessly at his side. But … what else did she do? A bit of shame surged
in his gut because he didn't know. And he should … especially after almost
seven years. Other than her food and drink preferences, did he know anything
about how she filled her time outside of business?
She busied herself by
clearing the conference table. He opened his mouth to ask her
something—anything—about her time on Specter, but the ding of the turbolift
drew his attention.
He held up a hand. "Ah,
that would be the delivery." Sure enough, a meal cart rolled into view.
Roman tipped the
service employee and thanked him for bringing the meals. He took the entrees
from the cart and placed them on the table positioned at the end of two long
sofas. He suddenly wished they were somewhere other than the suite. A place
with better lighting … less harsh and more intimate.
Isis pulled out a chair
and settled in. "We can make this a working dinner, right?" She
nodded toward the white boards with the ball information. "Let me know if
there is anything you're not happy with. I've got a little time before the absolute,
don't-even-think-about-it deadline." Removing the domed lid from the plate,
she paused and sent Roman a startled gaze. "You ordered my favorite. I
didn't know you knew my favorite food."
Trying not to be
offended, he shrugged. "I do pay attention. You always get the sticky
noodles with finshua or the hydroponic greens with a side of rice gila."
He'd decided on the noodles and delicate strands of coiled meat that comprised
the finshua. "Figured I'd have a fifty-fifty chance of being right." His
lips pulled up in a wry grin.
She nodded. "And
so you were." Tucking into the food, she closed her eyes in bliss.
He took the seat
opposite and dug into his own meal, reviewing the boards while chewing.
He lifted his chin.
"I wouldn't change anything. You know him so well." He speared
another piece of grilled fruit and dunked it into the spicy sauce.
Isis paused with her fork
halfway to her mouth. "That's the problem, Roman, I do. A little too
well." She slid the mound of noodles between her lips and looked down at
her plate.
Somehow those four
words sounded way too ominous. Roman leaned back in his seat and watched his
world open up to a vast void of deep, dark what the fuck. And for once, he had
no idea how to play his next move.
Really happy with
how this story is coming together and I love this series so much. Can't wait to
get it out there.
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
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