Sunday Snippet: X Out the Date

Time to wrap up 2024 and send it on its happy way. For me, it's been a year of ups and downs and sometimes the downs packed a punch. That said, I try to focus on the ups and pull that energy into my realm.

Wild weather, per usual. We had sixty degrees yesterday, so my husband went golfing. He's been down with a nasty cold and wanted / needed the fresh air and exercise. Today it's raining and dreary outside.

Finished up a section of a developmental edit I've been working on. So excited to have it done, because we're almost to the finish line on this story. One more chunk of chapters then a full read through and we'll be ready to go.

A semi-decent week of viewing even with the holiday thrown in this week. I still need to pick a new show to watch on one of my streamers and I finished another show and will need to replace it also.

Started season three of Elementary. I'm not sure how I feel about Harsh Joan or New Watson working with Sherlock. Also feel a bit off by Gregson's backhanded bitchslap to Sherlock. I do love that Sherlock is seeing consequences for his actions, even if they were to preserve his sobriety. Season three could prove to be interesting.

I finished The Batman series and thoroughly enjoyed the rewatch. I feel like there's at least one episode I missed, but maybe I'm remembering a different series.

Caught another episode of Classic Rugrats and didn't remember either of the vignettes. Loved the babies thinking they were helping and the grown-ups getting locked in the playpen.

Enjoyed another episode of Mr. and Mrs. Murder. I think I have two more episodes left in this series. It's a fun show and I'm glad I watched from the beginning.

Finished up the second season of London Kills and I'm excited to start season three. The weaving of the plot lines is something I really like about this series. Looking forward to seeing what happens next.

Caught another episode of Death in Paradise. Really interested to see what happens with JP. I love his character and I'll be sad to see him go, if he does.

That's pretty much it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from X Out the Date, a novella that explores a couple reflecting on how they met before making a big commitment to each other.

Here's the miniblurb:

Preston Ayl and Elliot Newman are on the verge of making a strong commitment. Attending conferences on opposite ends of the country, the week away from each other is proving more difficult than either expects and they're crossing out the date until they're back together.

And a snippety peek…

One thirty a.m. rolled around, and Elliot still couldn't sleep. "Wild how much I miss having her next to me." He rolled to his side and punched the neighboring pillow then spooned up against it.

A shitty substitute for Preston.

He'd been lucky to meet her. Okay, the circumstances were off-the-chart weird. Elliot got tangled up in a fracas while playing hockey and he didn't have his gloves on. He'd sliced his finger open on a skate blade.

Alex dropped Elliot off at the emergency entrance of local ED then drove around to park.

Elliot's lips curved. "And he neglected to tell me his cousin worked there." After he'd been triaged, a nurse took him to a curtained area and told him to wait.

The physician assistant entered within ten minutes and Elliot kind of fell for her on the spot.

She looked up from the tablet she'd grabbed from the wall. "Elliot Newman?" Her head tilted to one side. "Normally, I'd shake your hand, but we'll skip that for now." Her gaze met his. "I'm PA Preston Ayl, and I'll be stitching your injury." She pulled a drawer open and retrieved a packet from inside.

Elliot blinked. "Did you say Ayl? Any relation to Alex?" Not exactly a common name.

She arched her brows. "Alex is my cousin. Did he do the honors?" She nodded toward the gauze-covered finger.

Elliot chuckled but didn't have a chance to answer because Alex poked his head around the curtain.

"Hey, it wasn't me. We're on the same team." He gave the PA's shoulder a squeeze. "Take good care of him, Pres. We've got a match next week."

Preston rolled her eyes but got ready to stitch up the wound. "Did anyone think to warn you about Alex? He thinks dangerous stunt is his middle name."

Elliot laughed. "Actually, Alex did the warning himself. Said to forget about trying to keep up with him." He barely felt the sting of the numbing agent she used.

Preston huffed out a breath. "Yeah, he should come with a warning label." She put four sutures in and bandaged his finger. "I learned not to follow Alex blindly after I fell out of the tree we were climbing and broke my arm."

Alex chimed in. "Yeah, she was a trooper. Pretty sure that's when she decided she wanted to be involved in the medical field." He paused a moment. "Hey, you two have something in common … aside from me, that is. Elliot works for a small medical equipment manufacturer in design and sales."

Preston arched her brows. "Pre-hospital, medical center, or primary care facility?" She put a piece of tape on the gauze to hold it in place.

Elliot rolled a shoulder. "All three. We make portable sharps containers and medical bags that clean easily to avoid cross contamination as our main lines." He didn't mention the disposable sheets they were testing right now.

Her eyes widened. "Are the bags the ones with the sealed mesh stuff?"

His lips twitched. "Uh, yeah. They're super easy to wipe down and there's no worry about stuff getting imbedded in the weave." He'd had a hand in creating that product line.

She did a slow nod. "Those bags are terrific."

Elliot resisted the urge to puff out his chest at the kudos.

After going over the instructions for care, she slid her gaze to Alex.

He held his hands up. "I know. I know. I won't make him practice until the stitches are removed."

Preston snorted. "I think you mean you won't let him practice." She gave Elliot a smile. "Seriously, you need to sit out for bit." She started gathering up the debris from her work.

Elliot grunted. "Not a problem. I'd rather not tempt fate and risk another injury." Unless he could see her again.

Alex must've read Elliot's mind. "Hey, Pres. Why don't you plan to make a house call and check those stitches in a day or two."

She narrowed her eyes. "Are you playing matchmaker?"

Alex smirked. "You know me better than that. I'm asking for purely selfish reasons."

Preston lifted her chin. "Ah, right. The big match you need Mr. Newman for."

Elliot winced. "Elliot, please. Not to be cliché, but Mr. Newman is my dad." He experimented and tried to wiggle his finger and didn't find a lot give, which impressed him. "Thanks for this. It's not restrictive yet I can't really move or bend it either." Took some skill to get it just right.

Preston flashed a smile. "That's good to hear. Thank you." She made a note on the screen of the tablet. "I'll send the nurse back in with your paperwork then you can head home." She started to leave the curtained area.

Alex waved. "Hey. House call? Will you do it?"

Elliot should protest, but he wouldn't mind seeing Preston again.

Her lips twisted in a wry smile. "Text me Elliot's contact information and if I'll try to arrange a time to drop by." She glanced in Elliot's direction. "If you're okay with this?"

Elliot nodded. "Sure. If it's no imposition."

Alex shook his head. "It's not."

Elliot tsked. "Dude, I'm pretty sure she can answer for herself."

Preston grinned. "It's not. I'll look forward to seeing you again." She waited a beat. "Hopefully without my weird family member this time." She gave a waggle-fingered wave to Alex and exited the space.

Elliot stared after her.

Alex leaned in. "FYI, she loves superhero movies."

This is such a fun story to write. Elliot and Preston are pretty angst free and I enjoy writing happy, fluffy stories sometimes.

 

That's it for this week. Happy reading!

Skylin

Sunday Snippet: Keeping Secrets

The first week of June is in the books and I got a big chunk of my garage cleaned out, which makes me very happy.

Work projects are moving along and I'm hoping to line up another project or two in the near future. I love a full calendar!

I had a decent week of television even with the great garage cleanout. I'm not up to my regular schedule yet and I'm actually okay with that.

I finished up the second half of Silent Witness and actually liked the kind of twisty ending it had. Lots of red herrings in this episode.

Started a watch of Death in Paradise. I've never seen this series from the actual beginning and I'm excited to dive in.

Caught another episode of Only Murders in the Building and I loved having some Mabel backstory. The fact she loved The X-Files as a kid makes me so happy.

Continued my rewatch of Battlestar Galactica. "Resistance" is such a great episode … with the exception of introducing a character I absolutely disliked with intense passion.

Watched an episode of Classic Rugrats. The two segments were ones I had forgotten and I'm always happy to watch those.

That's pretty much it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Keeping Secrets, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Priscilla Porter and Barry McDaniel are a happy couple—but they're keeping secrets from each other, which leads to suspicions and brings them close to breaking up.

And a snippety peek…

Priscilla Porter poured two mugs of coffee. "Nothing like starting the day after noon." Then again, nothing beat late night wake-up calls when her significant other, Barry McDaniel, caught a late flight home.

She startled a little when arms circled her waist, and a stubbled jaw nuzzled her neck. Turning slightly, she met Barry's lips for a lingering kiss. They were coming up on the fifth anniversary of their move-in-together date and she wanted to do something special and fun for him.

She eased away, her gaze drinking in the sight of him. "You're only wearing a towel." Barry grinned. "And you're only in a robe." His fingers trailed along the edges of her lapels.

Priscilla slid her palm down Barry's chest. "Guess that makes it easy to pick to pick up where we left off in the wee hours of the morning." She tugged the towel loose and let it fall to the floor, revealing his expanding hard-on.

Barry's eyebrows arched. "In the kitchen?" He nudged the robe over her shoulders.

The garment glided down, pooling at her feet.

Priscilla leaned into him. "Mmm … maybe not right here." Her lips ghosted over his jawline. "But if you can't run naked in your own place what's the point?" Giving his butt a quick tap, she made a dash for the bedroom.

Barry laughed and gave chase. "You'd better be in my favorite position." His bare feet made slapping sounds on the hard wood.

Priscilla crawled up on the bed on all fours and angled her head around when Barry followed her in. "You mean like this?" She gave her ass a shake.

Barry made a low growl. "Ahh, yeah. Perfect." His knees hit the mattress and he scooted in behind her, his hands skimming along her sides to reach around and cup her breasts.

Priscilla moaned. "The only thing better than wake-up sex is before breakfast sex." Her nipples pebbled under Barry's touch.

Barry nudged his hard length along her folds. "Yeah, but both are distant seconds to coming home sex." He thrust forward, sliding in deep.

Priscilla made a low hum. "Ah, yes. Good point." Her head dropped and she pushed back against him. "Anytime is the best with you."  

I like the premise of this story and can't wait to really explore how things go almost completely wrong when this couple decides to surprise each other.

 

That's it for this week. Happy reading!

Skylin

Sunday Snippet: Jack in the Box

An interesting start to April with howling winds and a kaleidoscope of weather. We got a mix of pretty much everything. Rain, flurries, high wind advisory, and temperatures all over the place.

Solid week of editing. I have three projects that are moving forward at a great pace. I'm looking forward to getting these completed.

Had a decent week of television. I'm not quite back to my full rotation but I've been writing a lot more and that's not a bad thing.

Caught another episode of Wednesday. I love the lore and world building in this show. Didn't know if I'd like having Wednesday at the center of a prophecy but I like where things are going at the moment.

Watched another episode of Classic Rugrats. Always fun to catch a couple that don't always make the rotation of encores.

Enjoyed the finale of Midsomer Murders. I kind of miss when they did six to eight episodes per season, but the four we have this time around are all excellent.

Continued my rewatch of Battlestar Galactica with "Six Degress of Separation." This episode has so many great one-liners with two coming from Doc Cottle. Seriously, it's hard to top the writing and acting in this show.

Caught another episode of Peak Practice and it ended up being a bit of a doozy. I think I have five episodes left of this series and a lot is supposed to happen. Not sure I'm quite ready for it.

Watched another episode of Classic Who. I'm nearing the end of this season and I'm not sure where things are going with this arc, but I'm excited to find out.

Started the second half of Silent Witness. Nikki just can't catch a break. I'm quite interested in finding out where the twists are leading. Update next week on this.

That's pretty much it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Jack in the Box, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Carter Gill can't say no when someone needs a favor, which isn't a bad thing until he overextends, doesn't seem to have enough hours in the day, and his relationship with April Walters suffers. April understands and supports Carter's need to help people, but she has to convince him to slow down a little if only to avoid cracking under the pressure.

And a snippety peek…

April Walters woke up to an empty bed. "Wonder what Carter got into so early." Then again, eleven a.m. didn't really qualify as the crack of dawn.

But for bar owner Carter Gill, anything before then counted as ugly o'clock.

April grabbed a quick shower and padded down to the second floor from the third-story loft she shared with Carter. Walking past the three apartments, she jogged down to the bar level and entered from the rear into the kitchen. Mavis Sample, the day-shift manager unpacked produce boxes.

April waved. "Hey, Mave. Know where Carter is?" They had an appointment at a nearby hiking trail for some downtime.

Mavis rolled her eyes and nodded toward the delivery door. "Check outside. Parker pulled Carter out to help with something in the truck." She went back to sorting salad bags and vegetables for the lunch crowd, which had already started arriving.

April frowned and headed out to the alley along the side of the building. Sure enough, Carter had a dolly with boxes stacked on it. Parker Mills, the delivery driver sat on stacked boxes and had his foot propped up on a crate, his ankle surrounded by a brace.

She paused beside Parker. "Hey, what happened to you?"

Parker grimaced. "Got tangled up with a set of stairs and they won." He pointed to the splint. "Got a severe sprain and have to wear this brace for who knows how long." His gaze went to Carter. "Gilly's gonna help me repack the truck so it's easier to maneuver around in." He sent a thumbs-up in Carter's direction.

April's lips quirked at Parker's nickname for Carter. They'd been friends since grade school and added the 'Y' to their rhyming last names sometime in first grade. April thanked the universe she didn't arrive in their orbit until high school. Walty didn't appeal on any level.

She squeezed Parker's shoulder. "Want some ice or anything?"

Parker shook his head. "Nah. I'm good. Gilly's gonna come along on the route today, do the driving so I can elevate the foot. With two unloading, I'll probably be done earlier than usual and can ice it down when I get home."

April met Carter's gaze. "You're going along?" Meaning they wouldn't be heading to the hiking trail.

Carter's eyes filled with regret. "Yeah. Think it would be better for Millsy. He almost backed into the dumpster because the brace makes driving difficult." He propped his arm on the handle of the dolly. "Shit. We were supposed to hit Feather Run today, weren't we?" He swiped his free hand over his face. "Can we reschedule for next week?"

April shrugged. "You can. I'm heading up there, at least for a while. I need the green space." Especially since he'd forgotten they had plans … again.

Carter pulled his lower lip between his teeth. "You don't mind? I'll make the time next week. I promise." He grabbed another crate and loaded it.

April didn't answer right away. Yes, she minded. But not enough to have a bitch fit over another canceled date.

She rolled a shoulder. "Can't leave a friend hanging." Even if it meant not spending time with the significant other. "I guess I'll see you for the late shift." She turned to head back into the bar.

Carter caught up with her, grasping her shoulder. "Hey, thanks for understanding." He tilted her chin and meshed his lips with hers. "I will make it up to you."

April's lips curved. "Yeah, okay." She glanced toward Parker. "Be careful out there. Don't do any more damage to the foot." With a wave, she went back inside.

Mavis paused chopping vegetables and arched her brows. "Let me guess. Parker roped Carter into helping on the route today." She lifted the knife. "And you two had plans, not that Mr. Help Everyone probably remembered." Her eyebrows arched, daring April to deny the statement.

April waved a hand. "Called it right on both counts. But I'm heading out anyway. Weather's too nice to miss the opportunity." She started for the stairs.

Mavis tsked. "That boy is gonna regret not taking some time for himself…"

April's lips quirked. At forty-three, Mavis had a dozen years on Carter. Then again, she kind of mothered everyone, even the old guys that stopped in for lunch every Monday and Wednesday after their morning golf league.

April grabbed her trail shoes and headed out the back to the private lot. "I'll definitely have more fun than Carter today." She really needed to have a conversation about work-life balance with him…

This one is only in the beginning stages but I have some fun stuff planned for April and Carter.

 

That's it for this week. Happy reading.

Skylin

Sunday Snippet: Imagination

The final weekend of 2020 is very chilly and snowy in Ohio. We got about eight inches over the holiday and I can't complain. I wouldn't mind temperature above the teens but as long as we bundle up, it's not bad. I got the doggos some fleece vests to keep them a little warmer when we go out for potty breaks in the wee hours of the morning.

Watched some holiday fare for a good part of the week. Mainly some classic television special episodes, which are always fun.

I did start Gabriel's Inferno part three and have it ready to go again sometime tomorrow. So far, I'm enjoying it. The sleazy ex finally made an appearance and is getting ready to wreak havoc on Gabriel and Julia. Should be fun.

I caught an episode of Silent Witness, the second to last with Amanda Burton. It ended on a cliffhanger so I need to watch the next one ASAP.

Also started a new episode of Blue Heelers. I'm really enjoying this one. One of the heelers is suspected of murder but he didn't do it. So far, it's a great episode.

That's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Imagination, a sexy short that has the characters using their senses to experience a special evening.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Holland Dukes and Rand Allerdyce love to play games. When Holland decides Rand needs to stimulate his imagination, she uses a blindfold and makes him rely on his other senses. Rand loves her creativity and promises he'll return the favor when she least expects it.

And a snippety peek…

Rand used his fingers, trailing over the garment. "Ahhh. The purple corset. The one that makes your boobs look luscious and lickable." He traced the ruffled demi-cup covering her breasts.

He didn't need his vision to picture her. The lacing in the back crisscrossed down her spine and the black lace accents stood out boldly against her pale coloring. He loved the images dancing through his brain and the craving they created.

Holland moved to straddle his thighs, her wetness soaking his groin. "Very good. Your reward is removing the corset so I can do a full body to body massage." She loosened the silky binding then brought his hands around so he could take it off.

He removed the garment and cupped her breasts. Rolling the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

She hissed out a breath and swatted his hands away. "Stop cheating." She flipped the top of a bottle open.

A trail of warmed oil trickled onto his chest. Holland smoothed her palms over his skin, working his shoulders and arms. Then she lowered down and sensuously rubbed her body over his. He loved the feel of her breasts brushing over him. His blood heated and need rose.

Holland met his mouth, slipping her tongue past his lips. The kiss got him revved up and very ready. Rand couldn't wait but continued to play along. He loved her touch and teasing torment.

But he also wanted her hot core to sheath his aching hard-on. His hands cupped her ass and he pushed his groin into the apex of her thighs. Holland moaned and his anticipation notched up another level.

She eased away and slipped his cock between her folds. "Are you ready, Rand?"

He gave a nod. "So ready." His hands gripped her hips. "Can we get rid of the blindfold now? I need to see you when you come all over my dick." Not much he liked more than watching her shudder in bliss.

Holland chuckled. "I think you've earned for being so patient." She removed the barrier.

Rand blinked then focused on her. "The new hair looks great."

Holland lifted her hips and sank over his hard length. "Oh, you get bonus points for noticing." She rocked forward then leaned down and met his mouth.

Rand groaned. Pays to pay attention.

I'm having so much fun with this sexy short. There's a follow-up and Rand will turn the tables on Holland.

 

That's it for this week. Happy reading!

Skylin

Sunday Snippet: Youth is Overrated

Wow, I can't believe January is almost over. Actually… yeah, I can. It's been a strange month. The weather is definitely not winter-like, which I'm not really complaining about. It might be nice to have snow… but maybe after we get our roof repaired.

Slow week for television as I had a few projects to get caught up on. I caught a new arc of Classic Who episodes. I'm in the tenth season and have one more to go with Three.

Also watched two more episodes of Gargoyles and finished out the first season. The second is super long with something like fifty-plus episodes. I'll gradually make my way through those.

I watched the first episode season eight's Arrow. Man… I'm going to miss this show so much. I'm excited there might be carry-on with Mia and the Dinah's and I actually hope some of the others in the 2040 version of Starling City find their way to the new show.

Caught an episode of Murdoch Mysteries and loved it. I always find it fun when they have historical figures mixed in with the regular cast. And I love the soft jabs the show takes at current events.

Watched another episode of Frankie Drake Mysteries and I have one left for the third season. I really love how they work Flo and Mary into the storylines and I'll be interested to see what season four has on the horizon. If there is a season four.

Started the Riverdale finale for season three. I'm so hoping Edgar is gone for season four and I know Hiram isn't but I at least I might get one wish to come true. Seriously, I hate Hiram with the passion of a thousand burning suns. Ugh.

And that's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Youth is Overrated, a novella that got a start with a writing community prompt.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Tatum Moore and Fisher Vogler have three grown children and their oldest is considering divorce. When he seeks advice from his parents, they try not to interfere but provide insight into a passionate opposites attract marriage and how to make it work.

And a snippety peek…

Well, hell. A ton of bricks would've landed easier on her than her son's words. Tatum shifted her gaze sideways to gauge Fisher's reaction. His stunned countenance matched hers.

She strode forward and grabbed Jamie's arm, hauling him to the table and pushing him into a seat. Pulling another back, she sank down and sent a silent thank-you to Fisher when he set the coffee in front of her.

Pushing her shocked reaction aside, she laid a hand on Jamie's. "What's going on, Jamie? You're asking for a divorce?" What the hell had happened… what signs had she missed?

Tatum had a decent grip on her children's statuses—what they had going on in their lives, jobs, schooling, and relationships. Maybe not so much. The normally close bond stretched taut at the moment.

Fisher remained standing, his hips propped against the counter. No surprise there. He always thought better on his feet.

He gave Jamie a pointed look. "Plan to answer your mom anytime soon?" His voice softened. "I get needing to take a moment to collect your thoughts but you just dropped a bomb, Jame. Talk to us." He folded his arms over his chest but his words lacked any kind of heat.

Jamie shook his head. "Yeah, sorry. Not sure about the divorce thing. I think I needed to say it to see how it felt." His lips twisted. "Not good, by the way. Which is why I want to stay a few days if you don't mind."

Okay, that explained the three suitcases in the foyer. But maybe overkill for a few days.

Tatum shot Fisher another questioning glance. He shrugged and gave a quick nod.

She squeezed Jamie's hand. "You can stay, of course. What can we do to help here?" She didn't want to push hard but, damn, she needed some idea of what the hell happened with Jamie and Risa.

Jamie sighed. "Honestly, Mom, I don't know. Risa and I are taking a break to think about things, namely us, our marriage, and what we want from the future." He huffed out a breath. "Lately, it's been total chaos, or maybe I should say more chaotic than usual and I'm at a point where peace and calm are about the only two things I want in life." His shoulders slumped forward.

Tatum snorted. "Peace and calm are overrated. Not saying they aren't important and all but, Jamie, life tends to get a little boring when it's all quietness and tranquility." Neither Risa nor Jamie had jobs that fostered a serene vibe.

Jamie rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I know. There's more to it than both of us going Mach two with our hair on fire. Risa and I always come at our problems from different angles. We're never on the same page. I mean, I love her. Pretty much from the first moment we met." His gaze met Tatum's. "How do I know if that's enough? Because, right now, I'm too tired and angry to think about much else." Pain and defeat warred in his eyes.

Tatum's heart went out to her oldest. His words sent her mind back, way back, to the very beginning with Fisher. Jamie's predicament had deep roots and the tendrils sprouted with her and Fisher.

She glanced up at her husband. "Sounds familiar, doesn't it?" Especially the part about loving from the very first moment.

Fisher's lips kicked up in a wry smile. "It does, yes. Why don't you tell him about our first meeting."

I'm taking a different approach with this story and I'm having a good time writing it. I love taking a walk down memory lane and Tatum and Fisher have a long and winding road they've traveled.

That's it for this week. Happy reading!

Skylin

Sunday Snippet: Vin's Valentine (An Organic Nature Short)

Hard to believe November is almost over. I think the whole furnace fiasco made the month seem a lot shorter than it actually was. That and my workload hasn't decreased… not that I'm complaining.

Had a somewhat slower week with television. I stuck mainly to marathons during the day. I did get some old-school Midsomer Murders watched along with several episodes of JAG.

I watched another episode of Riverdale and, man, Edgar is super creepy. Also, I still dislike Hiram with the passion of a thousand suns. I actually loved the whole shakedown of the gargoyles. The filming of that scene had me glued to the screen.

Other than that, I'm halfway through an episode of Murdoch Mysteries and really hoping they're not going to have Julia and William break up over the doctor who has the hots for her. I'd be very disappointed.

I also had a run of Classic Who episodes on Pluto TV. Nice to have that on in the background when I'm getting the dishes done or folding clothes.

That's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Vin's Valentine, a sexy Organic Nature short.

Here's the mini-blurb:

After Eppie revealed her kinkier side to Vin, their trust and bond is deeper and better than ever. But there's someone else who knows how Eppie likes to play and he's hell-bent on worming his way back into her life.

And a snippety peek…

Vin Derbish turned into Organic Nature's driveway and narrowed his gaze. "Who's driving an expensive import around here?" He slowed when the driver barreled toward him, peering to get a look at them.

The lane had plenty of room but Vin swerved a little to avoid a collision. "Shit driver, whoever the hell it is." He caught a view of the guy when he sped past. "Huh…" He braked and confirmed his suspicion in the rearview mirror.

The license plate of the BMW read NASHONE.

Vin rolled forward again. "What's Eppie ex doing in town?" He pulled into his usual spot close to the house, got out, and headed around to her studio. "Hey, Ep? That was Jordan Nash, right?" Vin didn't deal with Nash directly, but he'd worked on several of his projects.

Eppie rolled her eyes. "None other. He dropped in, spewed his usual bullshit, and I sent him packing." She put another crate under the worktable. "I can't believe he made the effort to find me then drive out here. Why the hell would he?" She grimaced and glanced away.

Vin frowned but didn't comment. They didn't speak of Nash often, especially since he'd cleaned Eppie's bank account out and she hated the fact he'd played her for a fool. Vin's experience with Sheri bordered on something similar with the exception of Sheri not hiding the fact she liked Vin's monetary achievements.

Eppie shook her head then shot Vin a heated glance. She started toward him, her fingers undoing the buttons of the flannel shirt she wore. After shrugging it off, she untucked the waffle-knit thermal shirt from her jeans.

Vin didn't move, waiting to see what she did next. A trickle of concern moved through him. Did Nash stir up old feelings of uncertainty in her?

Eppie grabbed hold of his heavy jacket and pushed him against the wall. "You're a little overdressed." She pushed the garment from his shoulders.

Vin shook his arms free but gave Eppie full rein. She lifted her chin, slanting her mouth against his. Her kiss went off-the-chart hot in under two seconds. Vin grasped her hips but held back. An underlying hint of desperation in her lips threw up a red flag.

When she popped the button of his jeans, he gently halted her progress. "Eppie… Are you with me or Nash right now?" He'd gladly drop trou and have sex with her anytime, but not if she had her ex on her mind.

Eppie blinked. "What? Why would you think—"

Vin gave her a pointed look. "It's a fair question." One that deserved an answer.

Even if she didn't want to face it.

These two… I love writing Eppie and Vin. The challenge of having an established couple work their way through everyday relationship hurdles is something I enjoy.

That's it for this week. Happy reading!

Skylin

Sunday Snippet: Summer's Eve

Whew. Long, long week with a ton of busywork stuff along with my regular workload. I sometimes get the idea that most of my family members don't realize how long or how many phone calls it often takes to make things happen. Luckily, I'm in a position where my job isn't at stake if I need to make those frequent and often time-sucking phone calls. But… bleh.

Had an even more sporadic viewing week. I'm not fairly behind on a lot of my shows. But… I did catch up on some laundry so not a bad tradeoff. I got two episodes of Blue Heelers in while folding and stacking clothes. LOL

I got a little more of Riverdale watched but haven't finished the episode yet. I might be getting to the place where I need to switch over to music. The main reason I've been light on viewing for the past few weeks is a heavy work schedule and lots of distractions from other drama.

I have so many playlists that I listen to while driving. I should probably start listening to them while working also. Maybe I'll start that this week.

Since there's not much to report, tonight's post is from Summer's Eve, an Organic Nature short.

Here's the mini-blurb:

The beginning of summer means Vin Derbish is chest-deep into his busy season. Eppie Collins is used to not seeing much of Vin during the month of June, but suggests a spontaneous camping trip when the weather turns nasty with thunderstorms. A few days in a cabin with pouring rain as their soundtrack can't be a bad thing.

And a snippety peek…

Eppie Collins ran inside to grab the phone. "Hello." Her breath came out in gasping pants.

Vin Derbish groaned. "Damn, Eppie, it sounds like you're having sex."

She laughed. "That would be hard to do since you're not around." The month of June hit squarely in the middle of his busiest time of year.

He sighed. "And I won't be for at least another week. But…" He paused to say something to one of his workers. "I have an idea for getting together if you can get someone to cover the farm this weekend and maybe make a couple of calls for me."

She liked the sound so far. "Fill me in and I'll bribe or beg whoever I have to." If Lily couldn't cover weekend hours, Dani might be able to.

And Dani owed Eppie for the Easter emergency, even if Eppie would've been there no matter what.

Vin's voice came through louder and clearer. "Whew. Sorry. Next time I'll wait until I'm actually in my truck before I call." He switched over to Bluetooth. "So… if you can find someone to cover, Greg mentioned he'd be staying in town from Wednesday through Monday morning. He's helping spearhead the organizers for the veterans who'll be participating in the summer reading program at the library. That means the cabin will be free and I thought maybe you could meet me there."

Eppie hesitated a little. "I'd love to, Vin, but how do you see this working? Me at the cabin for fourteen hours a day while you're working? Which isn't a no, by the way, more a question about whether it's worth making the trip for the whole weekend." She could go up on Saturday and head back on Sunday.

Vin chuckled. "Man, I'm screwing this up royally. Check the weather report. We're supposed to get a line of thunderstorms rolling through for the next five days." He waited until she'd pulled up her app. "There's a good chance I'll be available and I know how much you love storms."

Eppie pictured watching the clouds roll in from the cabin's small porch. "Oh, yeah. Sounds awesome." She waved to Lily when she entered through the front door. "Let me talk to Lily and double-check with Greg. I'll give you a call later, say after nine?" He usually worked until they had no light left.

This close to the summer solstice meant he put in some very late evenings.

Vin let out a whoop. "That'll work. I'll probably be having a beer with the guys at Mo's." The little tavern sat just across the county line and had half a dozen rooms Vin's crew had taken over.

Eppie grinned, getting excited. "I'll speak with Lily now. Love you." She ended the call and motioned Lily over. "I have a proposition for you…"

I love this couple so much. This series is a joy to write and coming up with small… snapshots… into their relationship is challenging but also fantastic.

That's it for this week. Happy reading!

Skylin

Sunday Snippet: Sparkle and Boom

June kind of flew by in a rainy, chilly, dreary kind of way. I'm kind of looking forward to July. Not the heat so much, because it did finally get hot, but mainly in a new month clean slate deal.

Not a bad week for television. I'm staying somewhat caught up on everything. Started out with an episode of In the Dark and I'm happy Murphy and Dean are on speaking terms again. I also love how much Max messes up with her.

Watched another episode of Classic Roswell and enjoyed it a lot. I'd forgotten Michael became an emancipated minor in the first season. For some reason, I thought that happened later.

Caught Frankie Drake Mysteries and loved this one. I thoroughly enjoy seeing historical characters woven into the storyline. I also still want the detective and Mary to hookup but have a feeling Frankie is in his sights. Bummer.

Man… Riverdale truly embraces the batshit crazy. And I love it. I still want Hiram to go down hard. And Alice… oh, Alice. What the hell happened to you? I guess I better keep watching to find out.

Watched an episode of Arrow and it's one I've been looking forward to. I enjoy the future flashes almost as much as I loved the flashbacks. How awesome is having Nyssa train Mia? Seriously.

Caught the next episode of Krypton and didn't really see Brainiac possessing Seb coming. A cool twist though. I'm also quite enjoying having the multiple storylines unfold. So glad to see Lyta's mom back on the screen.

Painkiller Jane had a solid episode even for a clip show. Series television doesn't do those much anymore, which isn't a bad thing, but when they're done well, it's fun to watch.

Watched another episode of Durham County, the first season finale, and wow. Kudos to the actor who portrays Ray Prager, Sr. Watching him unravel was seriously compelling. I'm so curious about the actual… original… serial killer though. Maybe that line will be picked up again?

Started a new episode of Blue Heelers and I'm still enjoying this one.

Also watched the next episode of Midsomer Murders, which ended up being terrific. The mix of themes with Romeo and Juliet and Sleeping Beauty worked out better than expected.

Got two more episodes of Peter Gunn in and also two more of Classic Who. Not a bad way to round out the week.

And that's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Sparkle and Boom, an Organic Nature short.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Eppie Collins and Vin Derbish head back to the city for another fireworks extravaganza. Margie comes through with comping the VIP suite again, but right before the thrilling show, the couple is interrupted by the last minute arrival of the registered occupant, much to Margie's dismay.

And a snippety peek…

Eppie Collins finished wrapping her latest batch of hand-milled soap. "I love this fabric. Gotta let Dani know she picked a good one." Her sister bought several bolts of tropical-themed material at an estate sale.

The side door popped open and Vin walked into the house. "Hey… glad I caught you here and didn't have to go searching for you." He toed his boots off and shucked his jeans, which were covered in a combination of drywall dust, wood shavings, and… metallic flecks. "Is anyone here? Do you have customers?" He snagged a pair of shorts from the railing in the laundry room.

Eppie grinned. "Not at the moment. Never know who might walk in though." She made her way around the island Vin had built for her while he shrugged out of his T-shirt. "What brings you home so early in the middle of the day?" The weather had been hot and dry, usually perfect conditions for construction.

Vin huffed out a harsh breath before draping a clean shirt over his shoulder. "Gotta wait on an inspection before we can move on to the next phase of building." His lips quirked in a grin. "And that won't happen until the fifth." He waggled his eyebrows. "So I'm all yours for the next three days. Check that. After I shower, I'm all yours." He started toward the stall he'd tucked into the corner of the laundry area.

Eppie followed him, her gaze riveted to his sculpted ass. "What are the guys going to do?" All of his crews were working on the big project, a discount convenience store.

Vin turned the water on, barely letting it warm up before he stepped under the spray. Considering how hot it had been lately, she didn't blame him. She couldn't do the cold shower thing though.

Vin squirted some shampoo in his palm. "I'm giving them two days off paid at their regular pay scale. Their holiday pay will be the prevailing wage." The bid for the store construction had been at union rates.

Eppie loved how much Vin looked after his employees. He had a good group of guys who showed up day after day and did terrific work. Vin rewarded them when he could with paid time off and bonuses.

"Eppie? Did you hear me?"

She shook her head. "What? Sorry, I was adding to my running list of epic Vin moments." She laughed. "I'm listening now."

Vin repeated his earlier question. "Do you wanna maybe get away for a day or two? Can you get someone to cover the farm on short notice?" He rinsed off and cut the water.

Eppie nodded. "I'm sure I can. What did you have in mind?" Even if Lily had already made plans with Ken, Eppie wouldn't mind shuffling things around to have a few days with Vin.

Vin toweled off. "I was thinking we might head to the city for the fireworks show. Gonna be hard to top New Year's Eve but we can try." His lips curved in a wolfish grin.

Eppie shuddered. New Year's Eve would go down as one her absolute favorite getaways with Vin. Maybe Maj could work her magic again and find a room for them.

Eppie fished her phone out of her pocket. "Let me make a call. See if Maj has anything available." She swiped through her contacts and found the hotel.

Vin quickly dressed. "If she can't, we'll wing it. Drive in for the day, watch the show down by the river then head back after. We can stop at that waffle place you love."

Eppie quirked a brow. "You mean the one you introduced me to? Because I distinctly remember you raving about it." Vin made a who-me gesture and Eppie laughed but quickly sobered when her friend answered. "Hi, Maj. It's Eppie… would you have anything available over the holiday…"

I have so much fun with this series. Eppie and Vin are a terrific couple!

That's it for this week. Happy reading!

Skylin