Ugh. I got a few days off and decided to get a nasty cold. LOL Nothing like mixing sinus meds with everything else. :D
This week in TV is almost a bust. I don't think I've watched anything in real time, with the exception of Sons of Anarchy. No comment from me, but my big wish from a few weeks ago still holds true AND I'm pretty sure Jax is fighting a war from within. We'll find out if I'm on the right track soon. J
Arrow premiers this week and hopefully I'll be home to watch it live. I can't wait. And this time next week should see The Walking Dead gracing my screen again. YAY!
Tonight's post is from Reflex Reaction, a novella set in a small town where my characters get to find their way back to each other.
Here's the tagline:
Rory Crame longs for more than her small hometown can provide. She escapes, leaving her childhood sweetheart, Gib Larrison, behind. Seven years later she returns, older and wiser, with a better appreciation for what she walked away from—especially Gib, who doesn't seem at all interested in rekindling their romance.
And a snippety peek…
Rory entered the dimly lit lounge and quickly spied Gib and Miss Manners Ava. She strode forward, shoving doubt aside and running on sheer instinct. Stopping beside the table, complete with two burning taper candles, she grabbed a hold of Gib's shirt and tugged him forward.
With little choice, he got up, following closely so she didn't stretch or tear the fabric. "Where are we going, Rory?"
She didn't trust herself to speak and charged ahead, dragging Gib along behind. Stopping by the ladies room, she glanced both ways then pushed the door open and hauled Gib in behind her.
He yanked away, straightened his shirt, and made a move to exit. Rory dashed in front of him and blocked the door.
He crossed his arms over his chest. "What the hell?"
Having him where she wanted him didn't make it any easier to actually explain.
She cocked her head to one side. "Look, I just can't stand the idea of you being with her." God, could she sound any more stupid or trite?
Gib snorted. "What, exactly, are you gonna do about it?" He unfolded his arms and lowered his hands.
She took a step forward. "How about this?" She mashed their mouths together and popped the button of his jeans, fishing her hand under the denim to palm the hard erection.
Um, yeah. Rory isn't one to waste a lot of time when she makes a plan of action. LOL
That's it for this week. Happy reading!