June 21, 2020
I can't believe
there's only one more week and a few days of June left. This year seems to be
flying by so fast—even with a pandemic and social distancing.
Slow week of
television again but a good one for client phone calls. I have a couple if
potentially interesting new projects to be excited about.
I did finish up Danger Man with the last few episodes of
season two. I'll be starting the color episodes this week along with the new
title of Secret Agent. Should be fun.
I also got through
the Riverdale episode I started last
week and, surprisingly, it got better. I kind of understand where Alice came
from but it still annoys me to no end. Veronica's savage takedown of Hiram made
my week. I also ended up really enjoying the Cheryl session with the guidance
counselor—whoever tagged Gina Torres for that role deserves a raise. I'm very
intrigued by the cutaway end scenes. If not for my absolute complete and utter
loathing of Hiram, I would be so set to keep watching this show. As it is, I
literally hate that character so much, I'll probably only skim through the
season.
I caught another
episode of Roswell, New Mexico and
thoroughly enjoyed it. I like Alex and Michael working as a team without the
usual UST between them. Having them become actual friends is a great thing and
I'm totally there to watch that happen. Loved having the former Max back as a
Mains ancestor. Here's hoping he'll be available for more flashback scenes. I
like where Isabel is headed and love what she did for Arturo and Liz. Also
loved, loved, loved Kyle's scenes with his mom. I'm not quite sure how I feel
about the dean's daughter storyline, but I'm down with whatever happens. I kind
of have a tiny hope Kyle ends up hooking up with Cameron at some point … but
that's only if Jessie doesn't have her abducted. I totally don't believe he's
been shackled by anyone or anything. In fact, I'd lay odds he's the actual
private security firm's leader. That's my prediction and I'm sticking to it.
Last but not least,
I watched another episode of Peak
Practice. I've been staying with the chronological order for now and I'm
working my way through the second season. Should have it finished up within the
month. I hope.
And that's pretty much
it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Down the Middle, a novella that's coming along with my bounty
hunters finally figuring things out.
Here's the
mini-blurb:
Bounty hunter Ursa Goode always gets her man … if Jake
Weatherwax doesn't beat her to him. But when a target escapes and comes after
her, Ursa has to take Jake up on his offer to work together and split the
reward right down the middle. The need for a partner rubs her wrong, but Jake
definitely doesn't.
And a snippety peek…
Ursa entered the illegal club and
scanned the entry and exit points. "Two ways in and out." And
probably a hidden egress or two in case the cops came calling.
She'd burned half a dozen favors
getting intelligence on Llewellyn. Didn't matter. She'd call in whatever marks
she had left then beg, borrow, or blackmail if those ran out.
The thumping bass line of the
dance music fueled her adrenaline. Her instincts indicated her informants had done
her a solid. This place represented a smorgasbord for someone like Cavil. He'd
be frothing to get his hands on something young, comely, and eager for a little
danger in their life. Male, female, nonbinary, gay, straight … Cavil didn't
care what label the package wrapped itself in; he sought someone pliable and
willing to walk a wild edge.
She made a vow. "Not
tonight, asshole." She wanted to put him down this time.
Making her way through the throng
of bodies crowding the makeshift club, she finally elbowed her way to the bar.
The location afforded her a view of everything; the dance floor, the rafters,
the DJ booth, and the exits. Only the facilities were out of her sight.
She pointed to a bottle of vodka
and lifted her chin. The bartender pulled it down and poured her a shot,
sliding the glass in front of her. She downed the liquid and relished the burn
it made down her throat.
When she flashed a ten, the
bartender shook his head. "First one's on the house. And when I get a
looker like you, the tab's open." He waggled his eyebrows.
Ursa rolled her eyes, but stayed
friendly. "Just the one. I'm waiting for someone." He didn't need to
know she didn't want a hookup.
And who knew … if she took care
of business, she might end up needing a hard, hot body to celebrate with. The
bartender definitely fit the bill. Built but not jacked up, he'd be worth
pursuing if she didn't have other plans.
He gave her a slow once-over.
"Let me know if you change your mind." His graceful acceptance put
him up another notch in her book.
She winked. "Will do." She
turned and propped her elbows on the bar behind her and scanned the crowd.
So much movement between the
bodies writhing on the floor to the spectators either watching or scoring their
own brand of entertainment. Ursa glanced up to the rafters, clocking more than
a few groups conducting shady deals. Probably a hefty payday up there if she
were inclined to check. She only wanted one cash out tonight.
Cavil. Her gut said he hadn't
arrived yet. She'd wait … not so patiently.
Two hours later, the hairs on the
back of her neck rose and her waiting game ended. She caught sight of Llewellyn
when he slid in from the back door. He hadn't changed all that much. A little
heavier and with longer hair, he still had close-set, hooded eyes. Why would
that change? His eyes were something she'd never forget. And the fact she'd have
to look into them again kicked her rage up into the red zone.
She pushed away from the counter
and followed Llewellyn but kept a good distance between them. If his tactics
held true, the bastard would pick someone in the first ten minutes of his
arrival then stalk his prey until close to closing. For an illegal place like
this, dawn would be breaking before the DJ played the last song.
Ursa shook her head. "Gonna
be a long night." But she'd watch and wait.
I'm pleased with
how this story is finally coming together. After a long brainstorming session,
I've got the flow nailed down and the action figured out.
That's it for this
week. Happy reading!
Skylin
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