Whew. What a week
in television! First, Teen Wolf pulled
off a pretty interesting ending for the summer finale. That being said, I'll
happily watch Theo die in a fire created by Parrish if that ever happens. Just
saying.
The Last Ship threw in a few more little twisty bits. I
tweeted last weekend about wishing they'd stop killing my faves and boot off
the Ramseys. Here's hoping someone heard my plea. LOL
Defiance turned in a kick ass finale. I'm so hoping it's not the end of the
series, but if it is, I could live with the way it ended. That said, I think
there's a buttload of potential left and hope to see more from this show. Dark Matter ended up being way better
than I thought. Finally have more info about Two. It's a little sketchy but enough
to keep me interested. And wow… I have to say I didn't see the end coming with
Six. I'll leave it there for anyone who hasn't seen how things are left, but
yeah, I'm in for more.
Not sure what Syfy
has slated for their Friday nights now, but whatever it is, the shows have a
tough act to follow. Fingers crossed for good stuff.
Haven't mentioned Dominion lately, but again, good show
that's holding my interest. We'll see how they leave things for their finale. Haven is starting soon and I'll probably
be a blubbering mess when it's over because I love that show so much. Stay
tuned. LOL
Tonight's post is
from Calling Bull, a sexy short where my hero knows my heroine a little too
well and isn't afraid to remind her.
Here's the
mini-blurb:
No one knows Ivy better than Ward. A fact she truly hates
sometimes. But when he pushes her into a corner, she either comes out swinging
or learns to forgive and forget.
And a snippety peek…
Ward Farthington barreled through
the corridors with one thing on his mind. Find Ivy Tweed and make her see
reason.
He rounded a corner and almost
collided with a desk sergeant. "Sorry, Frank." Ward took a step back.
"Did Ivy come this way?" His gaze swept the crowded hall.
Frank gave a quick nod. "You
bet she did." He leaned in, lowering his voice. "And she looked
pissed as hell. You didn't have anything to do with that, did you?"
Ward sighed. "Don't I
always?" He could push Ivy's buttons without even trying.
One of the many drawbacks to
growing up with her, first next door and then later, after her dad died, in his
family's attic bedroom. He'd moved to the basement less than a year after she
moved in, the added distance not always helping to tame the wild hormones
pinging at age sixteen.
Frank jerked his thumb toward the
equipment room. "Think she ducked in there. Quieter than the locker room
and Barney's punching bag is still hanging up." His hand clamped on Ward's
shoulder when he started to walk away. "Don't be too rough on her,
boyo." He slapped Ward on the back and strolled away.
Ward rolled his eyes. A precious
flower Ivy would never be. Her name sometimes suited her, clinging to bad
habits a good pruning might circumvent. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled slowly
and strode to her latest hiding place.
With his hand on the knob, he
hesitated. Maybe Frank had a point and Ward should just leave her alone.
This one is coming
together so nicely. I can't wait to finish and share with everyone!
That's it for this
week. Happy reading!
Skylin
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