Sunday Snippet: Breaking Point

Can't believe we're in the final few days of the year. I can't say 2025 has been stellar, but it has been interesting. I'm looking forward to a new year.

Our weather is still wild. Our low for today is going to be about four degrees higher than the high for tomorrow. We're currently at fifty-eight degrees for our high and we'll plummet to twenty-nine. The high for tomorrow? Twenty-five. Seriously.

Slower work week with the holiday out of offices. I finished up a copy edit and started a new proofread that won't be due until the first week of January. Also got started on a developmental edit of a five or six book series. Continued work on the memoir and making good progress with the author. This is such a great story.

Had a pretty good viewing week. I got a couple of holiday special episodes in and that made me happy. I have one more I'm looking forward to this week.

Started again with Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. I'm getting closer to the end with a handful of episodes left. I'm thoroughly enjoying the rewatch.

Caught the holiday special episodes of Madam Blanc Mysteries. At first, I didn't realize it was a two-parter and had to impatiently wait for the second half. Excellent episodes! I love the holiday specials.

Watched part two of Silent Witness and honestly didn't expect the twists and turns. I'm enjoying the newest team member. She's going to be a great addition to the Lylle.

Enjoyed another episode of Poirot. I kind of like it when Poirot is under the weather. He's such a cranky dude but also hilariously funny.

Caught another episode of Elementary and, wow, Joan could be headed for some serious trouble with Moreland. I have a sneaky suspicion Sherlock knows exactly what's going on and I'm interested to see if I'm right.

Watched another episode of Batman Beyond and remembered it on my original run through. Good episode.

Enjoyed another episode of Lower Decks. So fun when lore from all the other Trek incarnations pops up and play a big role in the episode.

Caught the holiday episode of Beyond Paradise and loved seeing Commissioner Patterson! Also very happy to see Humphrey and Martha tie the knot. The rest of the background story ended up being super emotional and I love this episode a lot.

I did skip Foyle's War but should finish up the episode this week. Looking forward to watching the rest of the show.

That's it for the life update. Tonight's post is from Breaking Point, the third space opera saga in the Scorched Galaxy series.

Here's the miniblurb:

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…

Sloan walked in just in time to see Molly wrap herself around Raj and something snapped. Her action felt like a punch to the gut. He should've expected it … she basically did exactly what they expected her to do. Sloan should be elated she seemed to be pulling it off.

But he hadn't been prepared, dammit. Not really. Burning anger and jealousy settled deep in his gut.

Sloan couldn't stop himself. He started forward, intent on smashing Raj into the nearest hard surface.

Killian's firm grip on Sloan's shoulder halted his progress. "Take a breath, Major." He kept his voice soothing and quiet, meant to calm. "You know it's just part of the game. It's not real."

Right. Molly loved him … that's real.

Sloan forced himself to calm down.

Several long, slow breaths later, he nodded jerkily. "Right. You're right. We're close and can't afford to blow it now."

Especially over something he'd specifically asked Molly to do.

Didn't stop Sloan from hating himself and—if he were completely honest—her just a little bit right now. Raj's hands lowered to cup Molly's ass. Sloan bit the inside of his cheek so hard the metallic taste of blood coated his tongue.

Dammit.

Sloan shot forward and Killian slapped a hand on his shoulder, again halting the progress. "Don't do it, Major." He tightened his grip when Sloan tried to shrug out of reach. "She's close, you know she is. You do not want to break her cover."

Sloan threw a lethal glance in Killian's direction and jerked away from him, but stayed on their side of the bar. Killian had it right. They were too close to fuck things up now.

Didn't mean Sloan had to be happy about it.

His voice terse, Sloan gave Killian an order. "Give Molly the signal for a meet up." He didn't say anything else.

MacShane would do as he asked.

Sloan turned on his heel and stalked away.

Away from the vision of Molly all but poured onto the initiative man. Sloan's stomach churned, anger thrummed in every cell of his body. The stress of the last few weeks hit the boiling point and Sloan's vision blurred. He finally gave rein to the rage he'd kept firmly under control and his fist shot out, connecting with the wall in the corridor. A hole appeared in the panel, but Sloan didn't break his stride. He kept going until he reached the waiting Talon.

He wouldn't bother looking at his bruised and scraped up knuckles, but they would hurt in the morning. He should probably be thankful for the lower-grade material of the Star Riser. A metal bulkhead could have done serious damage to his hand.

Still too pissed off to feel the pain, Sloan only offered a grunt of response when MacShane angled past him to take the pilot's seat.

Killian kept his gaze forward. "Better strap in, Major."

Sloan let the anger churn while Killian ran the preflight prep. Sloan still saw several shades of red even as the checkers green signal came over the headset. He developed a solid appreciation for MacShane's companionable silence on the trip back to the MacGregor.

And he finally felt nearly rational and had a little clarity by the time they landed. Or at least something resembling both.

With the clearer head came the inkling of an idea. Wanting some time to mull it over, Sloan exited the Talon and turned to Killian.

He gestured to his now swollen fingers. "I'm gonna see if the doc can check the damage and maybe ice this down." The attempt to flex the digits had him wincing with pain.

Killian clapped him on the shoulder. "Probably a good idea." He didn't comment on the injury and Sloan appreciated it.

Still turning thoughts over in his head, Sloan started for sickbay.

He paused and turned back to the Talon pilot. "Meet me in quarters tomorrow morning, will you? I've got something to run by you."

MacShane nodded his agreement and wisely refrained from asking questions even though curiosity lit his gaze.

By the time the doc finished with his hand, Sloan's idea pretty much meshed out. Everything solidified in his mind.

It's time to bring Molly home.

I have so much love for this series and I really, truly hope to have the opportunity to get it out there in the near future.

 

That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.

ML Skye

Sunday Snippet: Breaking Point (Scorched Galaxy)

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

Sunday Snippet: Breaking Point (Scorched Homeworld 3)

I have a new furnace! It's shiny and pretty and takes up a lot less space than our old one did. And it's amazing how nice and toasty the house is again. Here's hoping the much-improved energy efficiency pays off too.

My workload is still crazypants. Trying to get prepped for having the equipment going in and out of our house didn't leave me a lot of time the past week. I also have a goal of seriously getting rid of a bunch of stuff that's been collecting in odd, random places for the past two decades.

I did get some television watched, starting with another episode of Midsomer Murders. I think I might have found the show I'll be replacing Midsomer with, but I have made a final decision yet.

Caught a few more episodes of Sapphire and Steel and watched a full arc of Classic Who. Sapphire and Steel is actually pretty interesting with a different style.

Watched a Halloween episode of Murdoch Mysteries, which ended up being pretty fun. I love it when William has to deal with people and things he doesn't feel comfortable with. Pretty cool variation on the theme song also.

Also caught another episode of Frankie Drake Mysteries. I really do like this show and the friendship between Frankie, Trudy, Flo, and Mary. My favorite season is still the first one, but if this is going to be a long-haul show, I'm down with the changes to the style.

That's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Breaking Point, a follow up novel in what I'm referring to as the Scorched Homeworld series. Definitely a working title there.

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… (a little on the sexy side)

Molly stood under the hot spray, waiting for Sloan to arrive. Her first mission objective accomplished, she let her mind dwell on the lack of progress. Something had to give soon or Sloan wouldn't be the only one feeling the crunch. And if any more civilians died, she hated to think how it would play out in the press. She might not credit the reporters with knowing their asses from an airlock, but they could cause all kinds of trouble the fleet didn't need right now.

Even anticipating Sloan's arrival, she'd been lost in thought and jumped a bit when his hands cupped her breasts and his mouth nuzzled her throat. Turning, she traded places with him and shoved everything else from her mind.

"Water's hot." She gave him a nudge and let him duck under the stream.

Sloan's head tilted back and water sluiced over his face. Molly's eyes tracked the rivulets as they slithered down his chest and torso before branching off to roll along his hips and legs. She moved in close, picked a droplet and chased after it with her finger. Sloan's stomach muscles rippled under her touch and his head dropped forward. He grabbed the soap and poured a small amount on his chest before adding some to the palm of his hand.

Molly took the hint and smoothed her hands over his skin working up a good lather. Sloan returned the favor and the heat of the shower notched up another degree. The way his fingertips ghosted over her skin made her shiver under the hot spray of the water. Her tongue darted out, the urge to follow the trail of suds sliding in tempting pathways over his torso too strong to resist. She licked a trail from his shoulder to his groin, dropping to her knees, her mouth wrapping around Sloan's rock hard erection.

His hips thrust forward and he groaned. "Feels good, Molly." His fingers smoothed over her scalp.

Molly swirled her tongue around the tip of Sloan's cock then sucked the length to the back of her throat. Sloan moaned and the ball of tingling awareness in Molly's stomach spread outward along all of her nerve endings. She bobbed her head back and forth, listening to Sloan's breath rasp out, letting the exquisite feeling of anticipation build until she couldn't stand it anymore.

Rising, her lips met Sloan's and he lifted her, entering with a smooth thrust. Molly tore her mouth from his with a groan. Her head dropped to his shoulder and she reached out, shutting the water off. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she rocked her hips, meeting Sloan's rapid staccato pace.

The knowledge she made him forget the problems plaguing the fleet—at least for a while—gave her a heady sense of power. The feel of him going deep, the sound of his harsh breathing, the look of ecstasy on his face… everything combined to overwhelm her senses. Would they ever lose the skill to affect each other on such a primal level?

I honestly doubt Molly and Sloan will ever lose that particular skill, but they might have to pretend to for a while.

That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.

ML Skye

Sunday Snippet: Breaking Point

Well, The Last Ship didn't kill any of my favorites last week. On one hand, this makes me very happy. On the other, I'm now wondering when, who, and how much it will destroy me when they take out a crewmember. LOL

Killjoys continues to rock my world. I love the show so much. I also love seeing so many familiar faces from other genre shows. Same goes for Dark Matter. After a "meh" opening episode, this week's turned out to be so much better with the possibility of a few cast shake-ups. I'm a little iffy on where things are going but I'm in for the ride.

The rewatch of Babylon 5 is up to the start of season two. I'm also in season two of Strike Back. Summer is great for sinking into and revisiting old favorites.

Tonight's post is from Breaking Point, book three in the saga of Molly and Sloan. Series title is forthcoming.

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…

Molly waited her turn. She thought she had the answer. "We still need to get someone on the inside."

All eyes looked at her now. Most held disbelief.

"What?" She walked around the tactical room. "It's not a bad plan. We get someone close… go to the big deal meeting and grab the leader. Game over."

Sloan shook his head. "It won't work. They'd never let anyone military within ten feet of that meeting."

Oscar jumped in. "If someone resigned their commission in support of this movement, they would."

Molly grinned wide. "I like the way he thinks."

Quinn considered the idea. "It's risky… lotta things could go wrong."

Sloan had a very bad feeling. He had no doubt who Molly thought would be the best. And he hated the idea. Who better for the job than a loud-mouthed, high profile pilot with a propensity for bucking authority?

He shook his head back and forth. "Don't even. Don't even think it, Molls. You are not going in."

Killian. He'd be a better choice. He had a reason to be angry. Hadn't been back very long, got left behind. Molly… too high profile, too recognizable. Utterly crazy idea.

No one would buy it.

Molly shot him a scathing look and fired back. "You did not just say that." Her glare should've singed him on the spot. "Who died and made you admiral?"

Her comeback pulled a grin from the elder MacNeill. And Sloan knew he'd lost.

Liam nodded. "It makes sense, Major. Create a big splash, grab their attention, go in hot."

He shook his head again. "No… they'll never go for it."

Molly scoffed. "Says you. And screw that. If you're not going to help, go meet with Sinclair."

Sloan sent her a chilly glance. "I think I'll do that. Admiral?"

His dad treaded lightly. "Go. See what you can find out. We'll need his intel."

Sloan gave a curt nod, pivoted, and walked out the door.

This was far from over.

I'm making slow progress on this series. The first two books are pretty much completed and the third is a little over halfway. Based on what I have to date, looks like two more will round out the series with a possible offshoot or two. We'll see how everything goes. J

That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flipside.

ML Skye