It's the weekend of
trying to keep my doggos from losing their minds. I love fireworks, don't get
me wrong, but I feel for all the pets out there that freak out over them.
I continued with the
great cleanout stuff this week. Honestly, I did more organizing than cleaning
but being organized helps make cleaning and clearing a little easier.
I'm finally at a manageable
level of projects. I have a few odds and ends to finish on a couple of them but
they're with the authors or the designer and I'm waiting in the wings to review
revisions.
Had another decent
viewing week. Having a lighter workload does help. And I'm not as scattered on
the attention span side of things.
Started out with Miss
Fisher's Murder Mysteries. I'm finding new things in the episodes, which is
one of the reasons I love to rewatch a series I've seen before.
Watched another episode
of Art Detectives and I'm enjoying this show. I'm very interested in the
backstory of Mack's dad. I'm also hoping for more backstory with his partner.
Caught another
episode of Death in Paradise. Good to see the commissioner's daughter
again. The mystery also ended up being intriguing.
Enjoyed another
episode of Poirot. Very fun to not have a big murder to solve and see
how Poirot uses his skill to ferret out what's going on.
Watched another
episode of Elementary and, wow, season three ended on a big downer. I'm
still trying to decide if Sherlock ended up relapsing or if he's just horribly
distraught from Oscar's machinations. Oscar needs to die in a fire. Just
saying.
Caught another
episode of Batman Beyond and it's one I remembered. Loved the spin on an
urban legend that had a grain of truth in it.
Started a new to me
series with The Lower Decks. Enjoyed the first episode and ended up
being happy I clocked the relationship between the captain and the know-it-all
crew member. I'll enjoy watching more of this one.
Ended the week on an
episode of Peak Practice. A lot going on in this one. And the tragic
leap Will's patient made kind of surprised me. Kerry finding out the truth
about her parentage kind of bummed me out, but I'm also seriously irritated by
her parents being such ninnies about the whole thing. Definitely feel bad for
Sam.
That's pretty much it
for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Fits and Starts, a
novella that brings a couple back together after one has been through the wringer.
Here's the miniblurb:
After escaping from a madman's clutches, Pru Stark can't
quite find her footing again. She pushes her man, Dane Callaway, away and
refuses to see the little girl she saved. Dane can give her space, but he won't
stay on the sidelines, not when Pru needs him the most, even if she can't quite
admit it.
And a snippety peek…
Pru woke up in the operation's base
hospital with Dane by her side. "How long?" Her fingers twitched on
the sheet.
Dane held her gaze. "You've
been sedated for forty-eight hours. You had some nasty drugs in your system."
His hand covered hers.
Pru shook her head. "No. How
long was I gone?" She needed to know.
Dane hesitated but answered. "Six
months." He squeezed her palm.
Tears leaked from her eyes and her
gut roiled. Son of a bitch. She'd lived
a total mind fuck for half a damned year. For half a year she'd believed…
She swallowed against a groan. "Minnie?"
Dane arched a brow. "The
little girl you had with you? She's just fine. Back home with her mom and
grandma."
Pru nodded, ignoring the sharp twist
in her heart. "When can I get out of here?" She had to move, escape,
be anywhere else but here.
Dane frowned. "Probably soon. You're
through the worst of the withdrawal."
She started on the IV, trying to
remove the taped tubing. No more needles. At least not for a long damn time.
Dane snagged her hands. "Hey,
wait. Let the staff do that." He hit the call button.
A nurse bustled in. Different scrubs.
Nothing remotely similar to her previous caregivers. But bile still rose in her
throat.
Pru inhaled deeply, fighting back a
wave of panic. "Get this needle out of my arm. I gotta get out of here."
And go where … she didn't know.
The nurse took a firm grip of her wrist.
"Okay, Agent Stark. Calm down." Efficient movement disconnected the
tubing.
Dane grasped her free hand, and Pru
settled, impatiently waiting for the nurse to finish. The needle removed, a
band-aid on the insertion point, and the medical staff member dubbed Pru good
to go.
Once the scrub-clad woman exited,
Pru got up. "Clothes?" Her skin itched and her head spun.
Dane nodded toward a rucksack by
the door.
"Thanks." She got dressed,
her movements clumsy.
When she finished, she glanced in
Dane's direction. He offered his arm. She shook her head.
His eyes filled with steely
determination. "You got pretty banged up. It's let me help or we get a
wheelchair.
She rolled her eyes. "Fine."
She took his elbow and followed him out the door.
He guided her to the elevators. "We
should debrief you first."
When she stepped inside the
elevator, the feeling of being trapped hit hard and became too much to bear.
She turned and fisted her hand in
Dane's shirt. "Debrief later." Her mouth sought his, urgent and
hungry.
The door pinged and Dane eased back
when it slid open. "Okay. Debrief later. Quarters it is." They exited
the lift and turned toward the living space.
Pru watched Dane's ass flex under
his fatigues. She wanted hot, hard, dirty sex. She needed to feel alive and
free. They got inside and she tore at his clothes. Rushed, urgent.
Dane tried to slow down. "Hey.
It's not a race here." He grasped her biceps.
She refused to go slow. "Need you.
Right now." Her mouth traveled along his throat. "Slow can be later …
after … sometime. Just not now."
Dane would give her what she needed.
Hot, hungry, awesome sex. She'd figure everything else out later.
Pru's avoidance is
going to be harder than she imagines to overcome. And Dane can't make it easier
for her.
That's it for this
week. Happy reading!
Skylin
