I feel kind of off balance since there's no new Orphan Black to rave about this week. LOL
But... Defiance held up against its premiere, no complaints. In fact, I'm really enjoying the shift in dynamics. The mayor totally creeps me out, and that's a good thing. The actor who plays him is one of my faves and it's fun to see him in something of a villainous role. And not that I have any expectations, but I'm thrilled Nolan and Amanda aren't dancing around each other and drawing crap out. Doesn't bode well, I'm sure, but half the fun of watching is to see where the writers take things.
Oddly, Dominion is keeping my attention, too. Didn't have loads of confidence, but I still want to find out what happens next. I also finished a rewatch of Bitten and I'm on the second season of a Canadian show—Arctic Air. I have a list of shows from Canada I'm looking forward to watching. Stay tuned. J
Tonight's post is from Muse it Up, a novella where the main male character needs to find a new muse.
Here's the tagline:
Nate Shaunessey can't get in the groove to write his new supernatural series. When he meets the new bartender, Hunter Gant, at his local pub, a muse is born. The only problem? Nate's afraid to tell her she's his latest inspiration.
And a snippety peek…
Nate entered The Library, climbed up onto a stool and slumped over the counter. Defeated by his lack of a muse, he wanted a shot of something strong to wash away the bitter aftertaste of no progress for the third day. He'd never had a novel give him flaming fits the way his current one wanted to.
A shot of tequila landed in front of him and he glanced up to find a new bartender behind the counter. A smokin' hot looker.
She smiled. "You look like a tequila kind of man." She wiped the surface beside him with a towel. "I'm two for three on guessing tonight. Did I peg you right?"
Nate grinned. "Consider yourself three for four. Tequila is never a bad choice." He downed the shot.
The woman lifted a brow. "No salt or lemon? Gotta say I'm impressed." She poured him another. "The name's Hunter Gant. Nice to meet you."
Nate stuck out his hand. "Nate Shaunessey." She had a firm grip and gorgeous eyes. "You're new here, aren't you?"
She nodded. "Yep. Started last night." She propped her arms on the counter. "You look like you needed the double."
Nate's lips quirked. "Been a long and unproductive day." He lifted the glass. "A double is exactly what I needed."
Hunter cocked her head. "Author, agent, or editor?"
He blinked and she laughed.
"They don’t call this place The Library for nothing. I hadn't worked more than hour before I realized a very bookish group called this place their home away from home."
He chuckled. "You're good." And fascinating. "And it's author, although not much of one today."
Hunter sent him a quick grin. "Blocked or distracted?"
Nate sighed. "A little of both, to be honest. I've hit a wall and can't seem to scale it."
Another patron took a stool at the other end of the bar, drawing Hunter's attention. "Be right back." She leaned in. "I think this guy's a vodka man."
Nate's lips curved upward. What an interesting woman, and he didn't really know much about her. He loved her look, though. Shoulder length hair pulled back in a serviceable ponytail, leaving her flawless face on display. Moss green eyes that filled with humor or understanding and drew people in.
Ideas started rolling through his head and Nate fought an urge to leap off his seat and dash back to his house.
Not yet. Too many details warred for space in his mind and he'd have to let them settle before he could focus on building a story. But at least he had concrete picture and images floating around.
Because of Hunter Gant.
Nate had found his new muse and he barely knew anything about her.
Hunter won't be overly thrilled to be Nate's inspiration, but she may just grow to like the idea.
That's it for this week. Happy reading!