Okay, finally got semi-caught up on Haven. Also still current on Sons of Anarchy. I can only say, wow, it hurts to watch both. LOL
I'm behind on some of my other faves. Agents of SHEILD and Sleepy Hollow being two, and I haven't been able to catch Gotham yet either. Sometimes working seven days a week is a huge pain. J
Tonight's post is from Reality Bytes, a short story that has my main characters playing the role of snarky enemies by day but steamy lovers by night.
Here's the tagline:
Libby Cowl and Bourne Levison, on air hosts for the web series, Reality Bytes, snark and snap at each other on screen. But when the cameras aren't rolling, they're all about the hot and sexy, something their producer is not happy about.
And a snippety peek…
Libby twirled her hair around her finger. "And that's why women should rule the universe."
Bourne snorted. "Yeah, because they're sooooo good at busting down doors to get where they need to be."
Libby let a slow smile spread across her face. "Bourne, honey, a woman wouldn't bust a door down. She'd simply turn the knob and go right on in."
Libby laughed. "Oh my. That's gonna get the comment section frothing at the mouth."
Bourne smirked. "I hate it when you get the last word." He glanced at Les. "Tell me, I have the final line for tomorrow's program."
Les chuckled. "You'll find out when you show up in the morning."
Bourne groaned. "I'll ad lib if I have to, Les." He got up and shot Libby a sideways glance. "And you will keep your mouth closed." He walked off the small dais and removed his gear after loosening his tie.
Libby snickered, loving his attire. "You know, Bourne, the whole board shorts down below with the shirt and tie on top is a good look for you."
He shrugged out of his jacket and unbuttoned the shirt. "When you shoot less than twenty minutes from the beach, it saves time." He handed the clothing to the PA and walked over to grab his longboard. "And the waves are calling." He gave Libby a mock salute and exited the small soundstage.
Libby tilted her head to the side, watching him leave.
Les snapped his fingers to get her attention. "Stop it, Lib. You know how I feel about you making out with Bourne in your head."
She rolled her eyes. "No one would care if Bourne and I got naked and danced on the roof together, Les. Well, no one except you."
He dropped down into the chair beside her. "Uh uh. You two have a great rivalry, with the bickering bantery back and forth. Hooking up would be disastrous for you two… and the show."
Libby shrugged. "Whatever you say, Les. You're the producer."
Wouldn't he be shocked to find out she and Bourne could prove him so very wrong.
LOL. I love this duo. J
That's it for this week. Happy reading!