September 15, 2019
This past week I
got to experience my daughter's first "senior night", this one for
golf. She's my youngest and the last one we need to get through high school.
Which is actually funny because she's also the most organized of my three
kiddos and we haven't had to do much to get her through anything. Okay, except
to maybe open the checkbook or whip out the debit card.
Anyway, the golf
team had a scramble with another county team and the girls had a great time.
This is a little poignant for three of the four seniors because they're all
four-year letterman and they literally launched the girls' golf team for the
high school. My daughter and one of her friends were the true masterminds,
getting another freshman and two sophomores interested so they could form a
team. There had to be at least four girls and they had five so they were good
to go. In the four years they've had a team, the roster grew to eight, dropped
to seven, then went back up to eight again this year. It's been exciting to
watch the group grow and change and support each other.
Next up, is senior
night for band and that's next weekend. I'm hoping for a non-rainy football
game. This past week, the game got delayed due to lightning. Fun times.
Had a busy week
overall with work but did get some television viewing in. I kept up with more
episodes of Peter Gunn. I'm almost
through the second season.
Also got some Classic Who in with The Mind Robber, The
Invasion, and The Kroton multi-part episodes. I think I'm through the mixed
episodes that are part animation and part regularly shot scenes.
I also watched
three more Midsomer Murders episodes.
I'm in series seventeen so I have about three more series to finish up.
That's pretty much
it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Ugly Drunk, a novella that
got a start with a writing community prompt.
Here's the
mini-blurb:
Pippa Rice is a problem solver and when she takes a job at a
local watering hole, her natural skill defuses quite a few tricky situations.
Too bad she can't quite figure out how to fix her boss, Wood Finnian. The guy
has more baggage than an airport, but Pippa isn't one to give up on people,
ever.
And a snippety peek…
This
is a supremely bad idea.
But Pippa paused. "Why? Why
do you want a shot?" If he said she challenged him, she'd punch him. Hard.
Especially after his earlier crack down in the bar.
Wood put his arms around her, his
lips nuzzling her neck. "I honestly have no idea. You're annoying and a
huge pain in my ass." He turned her to face him. "But my brother
trusted you and I don't know a better man than him." His forehead rested
against hers.
Pippa closed her eyes. Not
exactly what she hoped for, but she had no idea how much Wood drank before
getting him up here. Even so, she didn't want to be a substitute for Ward. She
needed Wood to want her for her.
Wood's mouth dropped a kiss on
her nose, then glanced across her cheek to burn a trail along her jawline.
Pippa's head fell back and she moaned low in her throat. His hand delved inside
her blouse, cupping a breast. The nipple responded, puckering against his palm.
God, the man hit every turn-on
she had.
His chuckle rumbled close to her
ear. "Your body wants me, Pip." He tilted his head back. "Or
does it want any hard cock? How long did you say it's been?"
Dammit. Definitely still in ugly
drunk mode. Even after baring his soul.
She shoved him back. "A long
time, Wood. And using my admission to be an asshole doesn't suit you." She
moved away, circling around him to nudge him toward his room. "But to
answer your question, no, I don't want any hard dick." She prodded him,
step-by-step until he finally stood by the bed. "I want yours. But not
tonight."
He shuffled around, facing her.
"Why not?"
She rolled her eyes, his petulant
tone grating on her good will. Seriously? If he could hear himself right now,
he'd wonder why she even stuck around.
Giving him a harder than
necessary shove, she waited until he toppled backward before answering.
"Because the dickhead factor outweighs everything at the moment and I'd be
sorely tempted to do damage to what I'm sure is an impressive piece of manhood
if it got anywhere near me right now." Leaning down, she grabbed his feet
and swung them up onto the bed.
He grunted. "I hate that
you're right. Are you ever wrong?"
Takes his boots off.
"Rarely. It's a gift." She threw a blanket over his prone figure.
Making her way to his living
room, she dragged a throw off the back of the sofa and settled in to stay
overnight. No way would he get up and try to drink more or possibly take his
grief out on the bar.
She also hoped to have an actual
conversation after he slept off his drunken fest.
Because her heart wanted a chance
with him even if she needed to stay vigilant.
Pippa's got it bad
for Wood and I like the way these two interact. I'm excited to see how things
play out with them.
That's it for this
week. Happy reading!
Skylin
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