Sunday Snippet: Bomb's Away

WooHoo! Another week, another post. Two weeks closer to my goal (50 weeks to go…LOL)

So, for this Snippet Sunday—and I think I have to call it something other than Six Sentence Sunday because I don't always follow the rules very well—I'm posting a bit from one of my favorite WIPs, Bomb's Away. It's not a really long story, but the characters are two of my faves.

Let's get started with a tag line:

A power struggle, an explosion and communication breakdowns. Sometimes it takes a really big boom to move things in the right direction.

And here's a wee sneaky peek:

Kiara Ungaro strode down the steps heading toward the private sector of the base compound. Coming off shift, she wanted a shower and her rack, in that order. The rising tensions over the moon everyone wanted rights to, despite peace talks, took their toll and she'd had more on her plate than she liked lately. Exhausted didn't begin to describe her state of mind. Bone weary, dead dog tired, and very pissy defined her state of mind.

Cutting through the private residential area saved time and kept her out of the main hub. Ronan Sidwell had watch this shift and running into him would not be at the top of her list of fun things to do.

Sadly it used to hold the number one slot.

But with the mood she found herself in…good chance blood would be shed if they crossed paths. Especially since her current level of irritation tied directly to the nasty bit of gossip she'd overheard about the former love of her life. If one more person weighed in about her split with Ronan her head would implode.

Breaking up with someone in a very public manner had made her the object of way too much speculation. It had been two months…people should move the hell on already. If they didn't do it soon, she might have to start maiming anyone who opened their mouth in earshot range.

What can I say? Kiara doesn't appreciate the amount of time her fellow soldiers spend talking about her break-up with Ronan. :D

Maybe she should have a cuppa and calm down a little. :P

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Stay tuned for more…

ML Skye

Sunday Snippet: An Answer to Fate

Happy 2013!!

Starting things off right with a weekly post and hoping to keep the momentum going. My good intentions for December got derailed by the entire family battling the flu and a kidney stone flare to finish things off for my husband.

Seriously, I truly believe the adage that kidney stones are the equivalent of giving birth for men. That may have to go in a book sometime. LOL

Anyway, let's get to the good stuff and post a couple of sentences from a work my progress, An Answer to Fate.

First, a tag line: Quillan Jaymes and Jeb Paladino finally get their act together and declare themselves a couple. Too bad that's when everything goes wrong.

And now the snippet...

Jeb Paldino stepped out of the shower and snagged a towel from the rack. He used deft, efficient movements, drying off and wrapping the towel around his waist. Padding over to the mirror, he ran his fingers through his damp hair, quickly smoothing down anything sticking up. He had to look somewhat presentable when he met with his father. Not that it would help. His physical appearance wouldn't stop the argument they'd have over Quillan. Again.

But the looming quarrel wouldn't stop Jeb from trying one more time. Sooner or later, he'd convince his old man to let him conduct a search. The guy missed Quill as much as Jeb did.

Quillan couldn't be dead. Jeb would know, deep in his gut, if she were. He'd do whatever it took to convince the old man.

Funnily enough, there's a sequel to this that's almost further along. LOL Honestly, the sages love to mess with me. :D

Until next time...catch everyone on the flip!

ML Skye

BREAKING NEWS

Greetings from Hell Week!!!

Yes, I said Hell Week.

Your favorite on the beat blog reporter scored a coveted spot aboard the ASC (that's Aircraft Space Carrier for those not in the know) Mythos just when things in the military space program are gearing up to a fevered pitch.

But seriously? Who hasn't heard about the Mass Preparedness Assault Training or M-PAT? Ah…the military and their acronyms. And who isn't tired of the same recycled information, covered 24/7 since the announcement of this exercise? Is anyone not bored to tears yet?

I know I am.

What do we really care about? Certainly not silly war games in a peace time society. No, we care about the ins and outs of the behind the scenes drama.

Am I right?

That's why this reporter will be taking a different approach to gathering information. Will I wait for the daily briefing, containing the same carefully reworded information we've received since day one? I don't think so. What do we really want to know about the inner workings of a spacecraft carrier?

Yes, you wanna know as much as I do. What do the elite of the elite pilots really think about each other? Who hates whom? Where do they go for downtime on a ship the size of small city? And of course the big questions. When do they find time for sex? Where do they have it?

Yours truly has made it my personal mission to chase down the two top pilots, Max 'Ripper' Cutter and Maggie 'Magpie' Harper, and find out the burning answers.

Wish me luck!
The 'Skipper' (<-- a="" by="" call="" cute="" given="" isn="" it="" moi="" pilot.="" rookie="" sign="" span="" sweet="" t="" to="">

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Stella Snupe is an award-winning investigative journalist. After 25 years, she walked away from the trenches to focus on something fun and exciting, instead of dreary and depressing. Five years ago, she established the Daily Dash and it quickly became the most highly visited blog in the blogosphere. Her philosophy on life is: Live for fun, laugh for life, but always get the dirt.