As someone with family and friends who have served or are serving in the military, I'd like to thank all of our service members for their courage, sacrifices, and efforts. Thank you.
It's been a rough week with two difficult manuscripts and the end of daylight savings. Seriously, I've been all out of sorts and my internal clock hasn't caught up yet. LOL
I didn't get a lot of television in this week—see above for why—but I did stay current on usual shows. The Last Ship killed off another of my faves, which means I'm trying to prepare for a high body count in the finale. A box of tissues and alcohol might be involved. Just saying.
Arrow kicked some butt. I'm kind of liking the flash forward stuff, especially because the flashbacks are a thing of the past for the most part. I'll give kudos to Stephen, Emily, and Katie because I think they're doing some stellar work. The rest of the cast is on point also. Riverdale's Midnight Club episode rocked. The more batshit this show gets the more I seem to enjoy it. And it's definitely over the top.
Legends of Tomorrow keeps delivering great episodes. I'm always excited to see who's going to interact with whom. The constantly changing dynamic of the cast is so much fun.
I did catch an episode of The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency and, honestly, I love this show. It's going to go down as one of my favorite viewing experiences. I also caught an episode of Classic Who and finished up an episode of Midsomer Murders.
That's it on the television front. Tonight's post is from Monumental Headache, a novella that started with a two-word prompt of "screw you".
Here's the mini-blurb:
Cadee Walsh has a high stress job and needs to blow off steam. She spends the night with Worth Pettigrew, recharging from the incredible sex. Imagine her mortification when she finds out he's her new boss.
And a snippety peek…
Cadee Walsh exited the Canal Boulevard Spinal Care Clinic and locked the door behind her. "What a long, effing day." Shouldering her tote bag, she started for the parking lot.
"Cadee, you worked late tonight."
The voice startled her and she fisted her keys, letting the notched ends stick out between her fingers. She relaxed a little when Matt Debrewers emerged from the shadows of the building. The physical therapist had clocked out well over an hour ago. Cadee stayed behind to enter her patient assessments into the system and close out the files for billing. They'd had close to a hundred visits today for new consultations, adjustments, and therapy.
Cadee gave a nod and started for her car. "Yeah, finishing up the day's business. Doing double duty until Wendy's back from vacation." The office manager left over a week ago for a cruise, leaving Cadee to pull up the slack. "What are you doing back? Did you forget something?" Pausing by the vehicle, she glanced over her shoulder.
Matt gave her a lopsided grin. "Thought I'd hit the gym." He jerked his head toward the building next door, a twenty-four facility they recommended to many of their patients. "Unless… do you want to grab a late dinner or something?" He started forward, his feet shuffling on the pavement.
Cadee held up a hand. "No, Matt. I won't be good company. It's been a long day and I'm beat." She'd worked until almost nine pm every night this week.
She actually wanted to hit her favorite pub and drown her fatigue in a huge burger with a side of fries and slaw and about half a dozen shots. And maybe she'd get lucky and find a hot man to unwind with. Anyone but Matt because work romances usually got awkward and Cadee didn't have patience for the gossip in a tight-knit office environment.
After placing her order, she propped her elbows on the bar and waited for the tequila shot to arrive. Bart, the bartender, settled the glass in front of her and she lifted it wearing a smile. Toasting her favorite employee, she downed the liquid in a single gulp. "Ah… that hits the spot." Turning the glass upside down, she tapped the counter for another one.
Her food arrived and the aroma made her mouth water.
"That looks pretty damn good. I'll have what she's having."
Cadee shot the speaker a sideways glance and straightened on the stool. Well, hello, handsome. A slow once-over revealed a prime specimen of manhood, wearing well-worn jeans, a tight t-shirt that showed off broad shoulders, a defined chest, and gorgeous biceps. Her night looked infinitely better than it did thirty seconds ago.
She patted the chair beside her. "This seat's definitely not taken if you're looking for a place to park yourself." Waving a hand over her plate, she flashed a smile. "You won't find a better burger anywhere in the city."
He slid his sculpted ass onto the seat and he snagged a fry from the basket. "Fries look good, too." Popping it into his mouth, he closed his eyes in bliss.
Cadee grinned. "You and I… are going to get along really well."
And if she had her way, they'd end up back at her place for dessert.
Oh, Cadee, beware what you wish for… it might come true but not in the way you're hoping for. LOL
That's it for this week. Happy reading!
Skylin
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