Another long week,
but at least some great TV to ease the stress. Currently watching The Last Ship, which continues to keep
me entertained. The new season of Doctor
Who starts in a few weeks and my fingers are crossed. Really not sure I'm going
to like Twelve.
Getting ready to
start season two of La Femme Nikita,
probably when I completely fell in love with the show. I'm also still loving Defiance and can't wait to see where the
season ends.
New and pics from
Comic Con made my week. The casts from Orphan
Black, Sons of Anarchy, and Arrow were super awesome and shared tons
of stuff. I so enjoy it when the actors love what they do and give lots to
their fans.
Tonight's post is
from Open Shelter, a novella where my main characters have a long history and
finally have a chance to become more… if their past doesn't come back to haunt
them.
Here's the tagline:
Jay Hestwick meets Weslee Noss at the open shelter his mom
operates and sees through her sarcastic rogue front to the scared kid underneath
and decides to be her new best friend. Fifteen years later, Jay runs the
program and Weslee comes home, ready to assist, but she doesn't realize she's
bringing a dangerous menace out of hiding now that she's back.
And a snippety peek…
Weslee paused inside the doors of
the Shoreline Open Shelter, letting memories shuffle through her mind. The
place still looked the same, but with numerous improvements—better windows,
decent lighting, and light, airy colors on the walls filled with painted
murals. No doubt Jay encouraged the artwork and he probably provided the supplies
to shelter inhabitants. He put so much of his time and funds into the place.
Her gaze scanned the alterations
made over the past fifteen years. He'd put in a full-size kitchen with
institutional equipment. Accordion partitions could keep the sleeping area
separate from the main hall, something she would have welcomed as a child. She moved further into the area and caught
sight of Jay, deep in discussion with a food supplier.
He managed to make jeans and a T-shirt
look great with an athletic jacket that hugged his form but didn't constrict
his movement. Five years hadn't altered his appearance much, his short, cropped
hair still stuck out in different directions—no product necessary to achieve
the look—and her fingers itched to muss the strands further.
Maybe later, after he settled
with the vendors and got lunch out of the way.
He glanced up and caught her
staring, but a huge smile spread across his face. He held up a hand to
interrupt the supplier and made a beeline across the floor to scoop her up in
his arms and twirl her around.
She laughed and hugged him.
"Put me down, you moron. No one will believe I'm your new head of social
programs if you don't."
He settled her on the floor.
"Did you catch an earlier flight?" Grasping her hand he turned and headed
toward the kitchen area. "Why didn't you call? I'd have met you at the
airport."
She shook her head. Same Jay.
Always going Mach II with his hair on fire. Some things really never changed.
He nodded in the direction of the
vendor. "Ralph, give me five. Be right back."
Weslee bobbed her head,
acknowledging the supplier with a quick smile.
Jay dragged her through the café
doors and had her backed up against the wall before they even swung closed. His
mouth crashed over hers and she melted into the kiss, thrilled with the
welcome.
Jay eased away, cupping her face
with his hands. "I'm glad you're home, Wes. I've missed you."
This one has some
suspense which is very fun to write. J
That's it for this
week. Happy reading!
Skylin
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