Sunday, November 1, 2015

Sunday Snippet: Enforced Confinement

Wow. Only two months left in 2015. Where did my year go? LOL

TV round up… pretty great this week. I have a feeling The Walking Dead is going to blow my mind. I couldn't watch Doctor Who due to a crazy, insane, busy weekend, but I'll catch up soon.

Gotham and Sleepy Hollow were quite good. I love how Gotham is all about the rise of the villains and the focus on the new crop, but I'm really enjoying Nygma's slow burn. I'm pretty excited to see where things go there. And Sleepy Hollow's crossover with Bones ended up being pretty fun.

The Flash and Arrow are still ranking high on my 'can't miss anything' list. Both seasons are kicking serious ass and I hope it continues.

Agents of SHIELD had what I think will end up being one of my favorite episodes of the season and I'm pretty excited to see more. I don't know, even with all the various different plot threads vying for attention, I feel like this season is actually better and more cohesive than last season. This is not a bad thing.

Lost Girl is almost over. *sniffles* I'm dying to see how it ends even though I'm going to miss the show so much. And The Murdoch Mysteries had a great episode last week. I'm looking forward to more this week.

That's it for now. I'm still trying to figure out if I love The Romeo Section or not. Will keep everyone posted.

Tonight's post is from Enforced Confinement, a novella where my characters have no choice but to face their issues head on.

Here's the mini-blurb:

After a break-up, Baylee and Noah get trapped in a confined space and neither is happy about the situation. But the enforced intimacy gives them a chance to meet their issues head on in a place they can't take each other for granted.

And a snippety peek…

Noah Nelson checked the time on his phone again. After seven. Baylee should've shown over an hour ago. She often ran late, but a slice of worry cut through him. The weather sucked balls tonight and she usually called if she got stuck in traffic or had to work late.
He shoved away from the bar and strolled into the private party room, hoping he might have missed her coming in.
A hand slapped his shoulder. "Noah, where've you been?" Ben Johnson, the recipient of tonight's festivities, shook Noah's hand. "Where's Baylee?"
Great question. "No idea. She must be running late." Noah nodded toward the huge cake on the buffet table. "Awesome job. Melissa outdid herself." The replica of a blue phone box from Ben's favorite show towered over the nearly empty catering dishes. "How are you going to cut that thing?" Nearly two feet tall, Noah wanted to see his friend's attempt to cut through the confection.
Ben snorted. "I'm just hoping the cake isn't bigger on the inside than the outside." He nudged Noah's arm. "If Melissa can pull that off, she'll be rolling in the dough."
Noah cracked a smile at Ben's joke. But his gaze scanned the set of doors leading out to the bar. Still no sign of Baylee.
Melissa tapped her knife on a goblet, announcing Ben would be cutting the cake.
Ben turned to Noah. "Look, the storm blew in fast. Maybe Baylee got stuck in traffic. You know how the commuters freak out when we get heavy rain." He started for the table. "It's like the world is ending and no one remembers how to drive."
Noah's lips quirked. "You're probably right. Go cut that bad boy and see what's inside." Stepping back, he checked the bar area again.
Still no Baylee.
Heaving a sigh, Noah waited until Ben sliced through the top section of the phone box before making a quick exit. Concern battled with frustration. He swiped through his contacts and tried Baylee's work number. The answering system picked up and he ended the call. He tried her cell phone again. Straight to voicemail.
He might as well head home and see if she'd forgotten about the party. He doubted she had, they'd discussed the event this morning on their way out the door. Dodging as much of the rain as possible, he slid behind the wheel of his car and started the engine. The wipers swished back and forth and he tried Baylee's number one more time. Still nothing.
Pulling out of the parking lot, he headed for home, hoping like hell nothing had happened to her.
Failure to communicate is only the tip of the iceberg. Baylee and Noah have some deeper issues…

That's it for this week. Happy reading!


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