Sunday Snippet: Dodging Bullets

So far, June is shaping up to be a weird month. Work has slowed way down, which isn't an all bad thing. I've been very fortunate to have a steady flow when so many others have been furloughed or, worse, completely lost their job. That said, it's weird to have time on my hands so I'm hitting projects I've been putting off for ages. It's kind of wonderful and scary all at the same time.

Hit or miss week with television viewing. I haven't been watching as much as I normally do, mainly because I've been doing a good bit of writing. I did catch another episode of Danger Man. Almost finished with the second season.

I caught the penultimate episode of Arrow. Green Arrow and the Canaries ended up being more entertaining than I thought it would be. I'd watch the new version if it comes around.

Also started another episode of Riverdale. I'll be honest, I'm probably done after this season. Alice came such a long way and now she's back to being her obnoxiously overbearing self. I had so hoped she'd maintain her character growth. Bleh.

That's pretty much it for this week. Tonight's post is from Dodging Bullets, a novella that's coming along with main characters that have a long history.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Sable and Gage live on the same street and survive their childhood by having each other's backs. When they grow up, they're still looking out for each other, but instead of ducking verbal barbs and flying objects, they're dodging bullets instead.

And a snippety peek…

Sable couldn't believe Gage followed her. When Betty found out, she'd go batshit on Gage's ass. Then blame Sable.

Again.

She grabbed another box of T-shirts. "Your mom is gonna flip her shit when she finds out you followed me." She dumped the box and shoved half over toward Gage.

He shrugged. "She's been in full-on bitch mode for months now. This isn't going to make her any worse." He sorted through the shirts, lining them up in a pile. "I wish I knew why she spiraled all the time." Deftly, he folded the tee in front of him.

Sable had a solid idea why Betty Waterson hated her life. But … what would telling Gage accomplish? At fifteen, would he want to know intimate details about his mother's life before Prescott?

Knowing why his mom hated Sable could help him understand. Or … it could cost Sable the one person—aside from Bernie and Prescott—who helped keep her sane. Her gut said Gage wouldn't walk away … and she hoped he wouldn't.

Pausing mid-fold, she angled around, resting her butt on the workspace. "You might want to cut your mom a break." It almost pained her to say those words.

Gage stopped, his gaze flying to hers. "Why the hell would you want me to?" He grabbed a stool and sat upon it.

Sable shrugged. "My grandma filled me in on some things last night. You know my dad wrote most the The Bangers songs, right?" Ivan had a gift with words.

Gage folded his arms across his chest. "Yeah, so?" His eyes narrowed but he didn't say more.

Sable absently flicked specks of imaginary lint off the cotton fabric. "Their very first hit, the one that put them on the road to stardom, was 'Elizabeth is Calling'." She swallowed hard, kind of wishing she hadn't started the conversation. "Know who he wrote that one for?" Gradually, she raised her gaze to meet his.

His face showed confusion first, then a dawning realization, then disbelief.

He shook his head. "No effing way. You're saying my mom is the Elizabeth in the song?" He got up, pacing with agitated steps.

Sable nodded. "According to my grandma, my dad and your mom were a hot item back in the day. They broke up when Betty went to school because my dad put everything he had into the band and getting them a record deal and setting up live shows. He wrote the song as wish fulfillment or something like that." She paused, because her brain still struggled to imagine her dad with Gage's mom.

Gage stopped walking. "What does this have to do with anything?" He went back to striding back and forth.

Sable sighed. "Apparently, when the song hit big, your mom came home on break hoping to pick back up with my dad." She stopped again, hating the next part.

Gage huffed out a breath. "Sable, you can't not tell me the rest." He sat down again, bracing his hands on the edge of the stool.

She blew out a long breath. "She came home too late. Because the week before, my dad met Bianca and ended up marrying her and taking her on tour with the band." The one and only time Ivan got drunk, according to Grandma Zelma. "And that's why your mom hates—hated—my dad. And my mom."

Gage shook his head. "And, what? That gives her a pass to hate you too. Why should I cut her a break for that?"

Sable's eyes filled. "Because she's your mom and even though Bianca sucked at being a parent, she's never coming back and I wouldn't wish that on anyone." The tears overflowed and she dashed them away.

Gage came up off the stool and hauled her against him. "Dammit, Sable. I'm sorry for making you cry. But it's not fair. The way she treats you." He eased away, gently cupping her chin. "I'll try to be more understanding, though. Even when I want to smash things when she's yelling at my dad and us all the time."

Sable gave him a small smile. "Thanks. Trying is good." She held his gaze, tingles of awareness running through her.

A first for her. She hugged Gage and Garth all the time, but not like this … being held, comforted, and … cared for by Gage seemed so different.

The moment stretched out and the air in the room shifted. Gage's eyes turned darker and his grip tightened on her chin. His head drifted toward hers and Sable's breath hitched in her throat…

Garth burst into the room. "Gage, bro, you gotta get home. Mom's ready to call the entire precinct in to find you." He stopped short. "What's going on? Why're you all up close and personal with Sable?" He cocked his head to one side. "And why's she crying?"

Gage rolled his eyes. "Why do you think, dumbass?" His gaze met hers, a silent communication passing between them. "She's still a little sad about her parents." Pulling away, he squeezed her hands. "I'd better go, but I'll see you later." His tone held a wealth of promise.

Sable nodded again, unable to form words. She moved aside, letting Gage pass by her, and stood alone in the room when he left with Garth.

Her fingers brushed over her chin where Gage's had been. If Garth hadn't interrupted when he did, I would've had my first kiss. And she wouldn't have minded one little bit.

I love this story and how it's coming together. Gage and Sable are fun characters and the family drama is a treat to write.

That's it for this week. Happy reading!

Skylin

Sunday Snippet: The Deep End

Well, June is off to an auspicious start. Not only a pandemic still raging but global protests against police brutality and systematic racism. It's a wild time to be alive. Whew.

Not a bad week of television viewing overall, especially considering how intense this past week has been. I started out with some new Blue Heelers and almost finished up the episode.

Also caught several more episodes of Danger Man. I'm almost through the second season and should be starting the third soon.

I did indeed start Gabriel's Inferno and I've been catching bits and pieces throughout the week. This is a movie I want to watch during uninterrupted time so it'll take me a while to get through the full two hours. I'm excited there will be more to come with a second part to this and I think two more books to adapt. Good stuff so far.

Also did some additional listening to the Battlestar Galactica soundtrack for season three. I'm going to have to hunt down the works I don't have from Bear McCreary. He's truly a remarkable composer.

That's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from The Deep End, a novella with a sibling rivalry component—one of my favorite tropes.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Raelin is six months into a relationship with Eames, but isn't feeling the spark … until she meets Eric, Eames's brother. The sibling rivalry takes an ugly turn and Raelin takes a big step back so the men can mend fences.

And a snippety peek…

Raelin buried her nervous tension and exited the car. "How long has your brother been in the navy?" Such an odd choice considering Eames drove a route sales truck for an auto parts manufacturer and his mom and dad were successful representatives overseeing US interests in Europe.

Eames draped an arm over her shoulder. "He's been a squid for ten years, or close to it." Pulling the door to the bar open, he cracked a wide smile. "Yo, Eric! Long time, no see, bro." He left her side and shook hands with a slightly older version of himself.

Raelin hung back, especially when Eames bear-hugged his brother and made a show of lifting him off his feet. Classic Eames, drawing every eye in the room their way. Raelin shook her head. The closest thing she had to a sibling—her cousin Mara—would utterly die if Raelin greeted her with so much enthusiasm.

Mara had very specific ideas of how people should conduct themselves in public. Raelin loved her cousin to death, but didn't have a lot in common with her. They got along famously as long as Raelin didn't get too rowdy.

Eames stepped away from his brother. "Rae, come meet the firstborn Bannerman." He snagged her arm and tugged her forward. "Eric, meet Raelin Hicks. A woman of significant taste." He sent a wink her way.

Raelin rolled her eyes but thrust her hand forward. "Nice to meet you."

Eric clasped her palm and met her gaze. A zing shot through her and she blinked. Hello, deep end. The drowning pull of desire hit her hard. Holy shit. What the hell?

Eric's firm grip lingered a little. "Uh, same." He let go, cleared his throat, and glanced away.

Rae tried to recover. She'd met a man she could probably spend the rest of her life with—her boyfriend's brother. Geez. She did not just think that.

Eric snorted. "You know, I gotta ask how you manage to put up with him? I mean, I'm his brother so I kind of have to…" He flashed a quick grin in his Eames's direction.

Eames huffed out a breath. "Did you miss the part where I said she had impeccable taste?" He quirked an eyebrow and looked toward her.

Rae finally got her tongue unstuck from the roof of her mouth and shrugged, joining in the banter. "Eh, he kind of grows on you." She fell into step between the men when a hostess flagged them for their table.

Eric chuckled. "Right. Mainly because he plants roots and sprouts up like a bad weed."

Eames pulled his chair out. "At least you didn't compare me to toilet paper on a shoe." He settled down and grabbed a menu. "That's usually what you cock off with."

Eric smirked and sat down.

Rae responded the only way she could … by laughing her ass off.

I love writing siblings and Eric and Eames are fun, even when they have a big conflict. I can't explain why I have so much fondness for meeting the wrong brother first, but it's one of my favorite things to dive into.

That's it for this week. Happy reading!

Skylin

Sunday Snippet: Curiosity Kills It

I'm a little surprised May is at an end and I shouldn't be. Then again, I spent the entire week getting days mixed up so there's that.

Pretty decent week of television viewing. I started out by finishing the Roswell, New Mexico episode and, frankly, loved it. I like that Maria didn't let Liz off the hook. I'm so glad she knows what's going on now. I also hope she gets over the betrayal and becomes an ally for the alien side. I'm very cautious about Cameron's appearance. Something tells me she's going to be doing a lot of backstabbing but for a good reason. I don't for a moment believe Jesse is as bad off as he makes out to be and we'll be seeing his evil ways rear their ugly heads again. And, finally, Isabel. What a terrific episode for her. I enjoyed the way her connection to Max was explored and explained. I'll look forward to more of this type of storyline for her.

On a fun note, I got to watch my daughter's graduation via YouTube. I can honestly say it was rather nice to sit in a cool house to see her get her diploma rather than sitting in a hot stadium. The circumstances might not have been ideal, but the school put a ton of effort into making the graduation special and I appreciate their work.

I started an episode of The Heart Guy and, well, didn't finish it. The show isn't grabbing me the way I'd hoped. I'll probably come back to it later.

Also caught another episode of Peak Practice and enjoyed it. For a show that's well over twenty years old, some of the storylines are very relevant to today's circumstances.

Caught the beginning arc of the fourth doctor on Classic Who. Four has a long, long run for the show and I'm excited to get started on his tenure.

Watched one episode of Gargoyles and it's another one I didn't remember from my initial viewing. Pretty decent episode with some cat and mouse maneuvers.

Was able to get in another episode of Strike Back and quite enjoyed it. The team now knows what's going on with the blood vendetta and I'm excited for the final three episodes. Can't wait to see how the series ends. The declassified behind the scenes also ended up being really enjoyable.

Caught another episode of The Witcher and I'm getting sucked deeper into the mythology of the show. I thoroughly enjoyed all three storylines, two of which converged together in this episode. I'm interested to see what happens next.

And that's pretty much it for television this week. I'll be starting a new Passionflix movie sometime later tonight and look forward to seeing the first part of Gabriel's Inferno.

Tonight's post is from Curiosity Kills It, a novella that is coming along nicely now that the characters have figured out what they want.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Pagan and Chuck push each other's buttons … and not in a good way. But Pagan has a moment of clarity when she spies Chuck in the shower—they argue so much because they fight a powerful attraction. Hooking up may not be the answer, especially since they work together, but Pagan's curiosity gets the better of her and she has to find out.

And a snippety peek…

Chuck heaved a sigh of relief when he exited the station after a call-free night. "Could've sworn Pagan would be up my ass about the protocol thing." Yet she'd never mentioned the argument.

She'd steered clear of him, taking her dinner out onto the patio even though the wind gusts had picked up. And she'd gone to the sleeping quarters early instead of watching the latest super hero flick with the rest of the crew. But … she didn't cop an attitude or anything, just quietly went about her business, tucking a book under her arm before calling good night.

After sliding into his vehicle, he paused, watching her stroll to her car. "She seems distracted." Odd, because she usually tried to talk at least one of their coworkers into stopping at the diner around the corner for a huge breakfast.

Shaking his head, he started his truck and headed for home. "Don't beg trouble, dumbass. Who cares why Pagan didn't get in your face?" He definitely counted it as a bonus that she didn't jump his shit.

Cutting through some heavy traffic on the freeway, he focused on driving. Once he cleared the glut of cars, his mind wandered again. Back to Pagan and why she always seemed to give him nothing but headaches.

Not like he didn't get her frustration. She wanted to be able to put the medic back in service if they didn't transport anyone from a scene. Currently, they weren't able to do so, especially if supplies were used on location.

Pulling into his drive, he cut the engine. "Completely get her point of view, but she has to stick to the policy, dammit." At least until the SOP got changed.

Exiting the truck, he waved to his neighbor. Like clockwork, Marcie watered her plants before she left for work in the morning. Chuck went past his house to the storage shed in the backyard. He might as well get the grass mowed; they were due for rain the next day.

Doing the mundane chore should give his mind time to settle and, hopefully, find a new topic to think about.

Pulling the mower out, he yanked on the cord. "I so don't need Pagan taking up space in my head for the next two days."

I'm excited to work on this one again. Pagan and Chuck needed some time to get their heads on straight.

 

That's it for this week. Happy reading!

 

Skylin

Sunday Snippet: A Castle Christmas Carol

Another crazy weather week in Ohio. Warm, chilly, cold, hot. Seriously, I'm not putting anything seasonal away this year … just in case.

Not a bad week of television viewing. I'm almost finished with the Blue Heelers episode I started last week. I like this one. It's got some twisty turns in it.

Watched the Thanksgiving episode of Riverdale and got just a wee bit misty eyed by the end. Anything to do with Fred and his presence on the show makes me happy though. The dinner from hell Cheryl and company hosted will go down as the most creeptastic but ultimately hysterical I've ever watched on television. Betty and Jughead's Charlie Brown Thanksgiving entertained me even if the cat and mouse with Brett and Donna didn't really shed much light on the situation at the prep school. I spent another episode wishing for Hiram to join Cheryl's family in whatever circle of hell will provide the most torture. I seriously hate the character. Time will tell if I can stomach next season with him in it or not. Chances are … not. Which is unfortunate.

Caught three more episodes of Danger Man. I needed a good background noise show and this one works well. I had several graphic images I needed to work on and it's nice to take a small break when needed and watch the action.

Started an episode of Roswell, New Mexico. This is a show where I enjoy the cat and mouse going on. I'm to the point where Maria discovered Rosa and thinks she's completely lost her mind. Really happy to see Cameron back and I hope she's not going to be some kind of double agent working the alien camp for intel to give to Papa Main. I'll be a little pissed if that's the case. Alex might have bitten off more than he can chew regarding his dad. I'll get more into my thoughts on Isabel next week. I kind of miss Kyle and hope he makes an appearance or has screen time in the next episode.

I also began something a little new but also very old. Listening to soundtracks while I work. Bear McCreary's music is awesome to have playing while writing or editing. I blew through the second and third season soundtracks for Battlestar Galactica this week.

Last, but not least, I finished up the Strike Back episode from last week. I had a feeling while writing my reaction in the last post of what would come but didn't want to dive too deeply into it because it hadn't happened yet. Yes, I'm being cryptic but I don't want to spoil anyone … and maybe I'm not quite ready to face the reality of being one character down. All I can say is stellar acting by every single character. Seriously.

The Strike Back: Declassified episode ended up being funny and poignant. Getting the reactions from the actors and hearing how they prepared ended up being a soothing balm after the gut-wrenching episode. Kudos to shows who do the behind the scenes interviews. I really miss that with Roswell, New Mexico this season.

And that's it for television this week. Tonight's post is from A Castle Christmas Carol, a holiday novella that started with a writing community prompt.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Ebony Schrool, the daughter of a toy magnate, is summoned to a meeting at Halliday Castle in the first week of December. She's surprised to find three men—each representing her past, present, and future—all bearing news she doesn't want to hear. Ebony is used to doing things her way, even when her decisions wreak havoc on SchroolRules Toys employee morale. Foley Norton, Patton Gates, and Pearson Beatty have to show Ebony the error of her ways before the holiday season is beyond saving and they're not above using seduction to make their case.

And a snippety peek…

December First

"So … we all agree?"

Foley Norton sat at the head of the ornate table in the huge dining hall of Halliday Castle.

A mysterious place filled with nooks and crannies, tons of furniture, and almost impossible to get to. A single winding road, a questionable bridge across the bay, and a three-mile drive up to the cavernous tunnel that led to the castle courtyard.

His cohorts, Patton Gates and Pearson Beatty, nodded. Each wore the same somewhat bewildered look on their face. And why wouldn't they? Everything in Foley discounted the weird set of circumstances that brought the men to the castle. The others received the same cryptic invitation Foley had.

Pearson voiced Foley's concern. "You know this isn't going to be easy. She's a tough sell on a good day. The woo-woo factor here is going to send her screaming for the green hills behind the castle or the pounding surf below the cliffs in the front." He tapped his pen on the polished wood surface of the table.

Patton rolled a shoulder. "Might be easier than you think." He held up a hand when Foley and Pearson each gave a rude snort. "Listen, she hasn't always been hell in heels with something to prove to her old man." He shoved his chair away from the table and kicked back, his khaki cargo pants completely at odds with the sport coat, starched shirt, and striped tie. "Growing up, she had a fanciful imagination. It's a big reason SchroolRules became the success it is."

Pearson chimed in. "Long time ago, Gates. She's all about besting her dad now. I doubt she even remembers what it's like to dream something up for fun." He tossed the pen on the table. "Speaking from experience, if she can't nail down a projected profit with solid numbers, forget about it." He shot Patton a hard stare. "As you should know."

Patton frowned and rolled his eyes. "I'm only suggesting we take a positive approach. She'll bring enough negativity, what with her parental baggage, as it is." He slid his gaze toward Foley.

Ah, yes. The parentals. Dad and stepmom. Both … okay, one more than the other, at the root of this bizarre intervention-style setup. Although, neither dad nor stepmom had a clue about the forces in play.

Hell, Foley hadn't quite decided until the display fifteen minutes ago if he believed in anything paranormal.

He did now. As did the other two. Kind of hard not to when the castle projected the entire reason the men had been called into action on the huge glazed walls. They had one goal—to save the woman who would be arriving within the next day or two.

And to do it, they'd be invoking the age-old Dickens classic, A Christmas Carol.

Foley pushed back from the table and rose from his seat. "We should start preparing." He put his hands on the smooth surface of the oak table. "I have one request…"

Pearson waved a hand. "Yeah, yeah. Don't mention your aunt, the stepwitch. We figured that out already."

Patton gave a nod. "The less said about your relationship the better. You can reveal that connection on your own timetable."

Foley inclined his chin, acknowledging his thanks. "Much appreciated." He lifted his glass of bourbon. "To the education of Ebony Schrool, may she learn the true meaning of the holiday season."

The three clinked glasses and downed their drinks, sealing the pact.

The men had their roles, they had a plan, and none were above using seduction to make their point.

I'm kind of excited to see where this story goes. I love writing holiday stories and adding a little twist here and there will be fun.

That's it for this week. Happy birthday!

Skylin

Sunday Snippet: Camden General

May 17, 2020

Well … my youngest is pretty much officially a graduated senior. She got to walk outside—the weather cooperated—and received her diploma in a socially careful ceremony. The entire thing will be shown next week on the scheduled night of commencement. I'm scared and excited for her future. Times are weird, what else can I say?

Semi-decent week of television viewing. Still haven't finished up the third episode of Picard but hope to get to it this week.

Caught an episode of Gargoyles and remembered this one. I like it when they dive into the mythology of the show.

Watched four episodes of Danger Man. I'm enjoying the longer format of the second season. I also really like the black and white episodes. I think the show moves to color in the next season.

Caught another episode of The Witcher. I love this show! The fluid timeline can be a little confusing but I'm staying pretty clear on what's going on. Based on what I've read, by the end of the season, the timelines converge. Here's hoping that's actually the case.

Finally watched the season finale of Murdoch Mysteries. I'll honestly say I'm pleasantly surprised by the way everything unfolded. Not sure I'm keen on Violet getting a second chance but I'll see how things go. I do believe the moral quandary of not always being able to go by the book comes through in a terrific way. It's also quite nice to see William understand things can't always be firmly put into one column or the other. I so love this show!

Started a new episode of Blue Heelers but didn't get very far before I had to pause. I'll try to finish it up this week.

Also in the middle of a Strike Back episode. Quite happy with how they've moved the timeline forward but we still get to see what happened to Mac play out. That was a massive cliffhanger at the end of the previous episode.

And that's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Camden General, a novella where the characters do things a little backward, which is one of my favorite tropes.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Jayden and Whit, two of Camden General's best emergency department staff, come together after losing a patient. Trying to navigate the fallout becomes even more difficult when their one-time hookup turns into a very personal relationship.

And a snippety peek…

"Hey, Whit. We've got a hit and run victim coming in. Tag trauma room two, will you?" Millie scurried down the corridor and stopped in at the next treatment room to speak with Wendy.

Whit dashed across the hall and pulled the curtains for trauma two. He flipped the switch to activate the light, alerting all personnel to stay clear for an incoming case. Double-timing it, he made his way to the emergency doors to wait for the ambulance.

Wendy scooted in behind him. "You know who's on shift tonight?" She donned gloves and watched for the squad to arrive.

Whit pulled some latex on. "It's a three-unit day, but I don't know who got the call." Camden bordered on the downtown area of the city but its status as a trauma center meant they got a lot of outlying traffic in their ED.

 The rig pulled up and backed in. Whit had one brief moment to push past the weird sensation of being on this side of the doors. The medics pushed the cot forward and the auto doors swung apart to let them enter.

Doug Rafferty gave Whit a nod. "Hey, Brack. Good to see you." He pushed the patient at the head of the gurney.

His partner, Lola Guess, entered at the victim's side, jotting vitals down.

"Give me the bullet." The doctor appeared at Whit's side.

He glanced down to her credentials. Dr. Jayden Betts. Okay, good to know.

Lola fell into step beside Dr. Betts and gave her the rundown. Whit did a mental triage while Lola relayed the details.

"Vic is thirty-one. Out for a jog on Grandview and lost a battle with an SUV doing forty-five in a twenty-five. She was thrown fifteen feet…" Lola continued the barrage and Whit got a good look at the patient.

His gut sank. She didn't look good. Cuts and abrasions marred her skin and bruising covered her torso. Lola handed him the board with the patient info. Mary Daniels. Whit took over, writing Dr. Betts's immediate orders. Based on the extent of Mary's injuries, he hoped like hell they could save her.

Dr. Betts jumped right in, directing Whit and Wendy with calm efficiency. Whit focused on Mary but the new doctor impressed the hell out of him. She carried out several procedures with deft movements and let the nurses do their jobs.

"I need the panels ASAP and that X-ray right away." She paused a moment to don a surgical gown. "Let's get started on the chest tube."

Whit moved forward, ready to assist with whatever Dr. Betts needed.

This one is coming together slowly but I like where the story is going. It took a small turn I didn't expect. J

That's it for this week. Happy reading!

Skylin

Sunday Snippet: Call of the Ripper

Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there. I'm having a low-key day, which is kind of nice. The past week has been crazy with weird weather—we had snow yesterday … in May—and a lot of uncertainty about how safe it is to start getting back out there and mixing with people.

Had a semi-decent week of television viewing. I'm finally caught up on the Crisis on Infinite Earths crossover and, yeah, I'll save my thoughts on it for last.

Otherwise, I caught a few more episodes of Danger Man. Again, these were two I don't remember in my first run through of the episodes. I really love this classic.

Speaking of classics. I finished up the third doctor's run in Classic Who. I thoroughly enjoyed Jon Pertwee's portrayal. Up next, is the fourth doctor and I'm ready to dive in.

Caught another episode of The Heart Guy and liked it. I have to say it's kind of odd how much I like Hugh because he really is a bit of a dick. But there's a good heart, pardon the pun, under his arrogance and immaturity. I actually had a moment of intense dislike for his boss when she spent the money he cajoled out of Nathan for an MRI on regular supplies. The jury is still out on that situation. I think it was a major smack and her level of smugness irritates me on the regular. Then again, she's dealing Hugh so there's that. My last thought on the show for this week is really hoping the sister-in-law doesn't do anything stupid like hook up with Hugh again. I don't hold out much hope because that's a hard trope to ignore and the messy fallout is hard to resist.

Also caught the opener of season two Peak Practice. I kind of like where Will is right now. I'm a little weirded out by the whole trying to pray a daughter's asthma away plot line but overall a good episode.

I got to watch another Cirque du Soliel performance with Zed. This one ended up being the whole show from start to finish and, wow, what a show. I'm going to try to catch it again later this week. There's always so much going on I miss stuff.

Started episode three of Picard but CBS All Access is crap for streaming at my house. I have no idea why, but I literally struggle to get episodes watched. Very frustrating.

Last but not least … Crises on Infinite Earths. I give the whole thing a ten out of ten. Backtracking a little, losing Oliver in the opening episode? Bold choice. I can honestly say, I loved everything about the Supergirl portion of the crossover even if it broke my brain.

Following up with Batwoman, what a kick-ass episode. I loved the additional cameos and throwbacks and mash-ups. Having Kevin Conroy as a live-action Batman, albeit a broken one, rocked. Anyone who's a huge fan (um … definitely me) of Batman the Animated Series should have enjoyed the voice actor in this role. I liked the bonding Kate and Kara did too.

Moving on to The Flash, again, thoroughly enjoyed the episode even if, by this point, I decided to have a full box of tissues next to me. I think because I knew what to expect everything hit harder emotionally. I loved the way they brought the Black Lightning 'verse into the fold; a solid choice with Barry and Jefferson bonding over shared circumstances.

The Arrow episode almost did me in. I won't lie. I spent most of it in tears. And they were actually good tears even if I ended up ugly crying for a lot of it. Part of the reason is because Arrow is the first, the show that launched it all and the one I've followed from the very beginning to the very end. I've caught the others, watched a good bit of The Flash and Legends, a little of Supergirl and a smattering of Batwoman, but Arrow is my Arrowverse show. I'm truly, completely in awe of Stephen's performance not only in the crossover but also over the eighth season so far. There's a lot of nuance to his acting and I'm impressed.

The falling action in Legends of Tomorrow didn't stop the flow of tears but the much needed lightness interspersed with the final battle ended up being a good mix. By the time they held the memorial I was literally laughing while sobbing. Not a good look for me but for the crossover an excellent ending. Seeds have been planted and it'll be fun to see how everything shakes out. I'm actually excited by the Earth Prime concept and I loved the voiceover from Oliver kind of laying the groundwork. By the time Barry unveiled the table and with it the hint of a Justice League story I was raring and ready for another crossover. Even if it'll be super weird without Oliver.

So … those are my random thoughts on what ended up being an emotional week of television viewing.

Tonight's post is from Call of the Ripper, a novella that spins some intrigue into the romance of the characters.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Two 'Ripperologists' take a working vacation to experience the essence of Jack's madness. But when a modern day stalker takes an interest in their excursion, the call of the ripper hits a little too close for comfort.

And a snippety peek…

Sean shoved the loose-fitting pajama bottoms past his butt then used his feet to kick them off. Faith laughed before settling back atop his thighs and the sound soothed his worried heart. He hated how often she got trapped in a nightmare world.

Sliding his hands along her thighs, he shifted his position, freeing his trapped erection. "Better?" His leaned up, flicking his tongue over a pebbled nipple before sucking it between his lips.

Faith gasped and her head fell back. "Mmm. Definitely better." One hand fisted his length, her fingers curling around to squeeze and stroke from base to tip.

The only check in the plus column when Faith had her recurring dream would be this. An intimate check-in, reminding her she didn't face anything alone. And since she had the dream at least once or twice a week, they had this kind of sex a lot.

Not that he cared.

His mouth moved upward, ghosting over her skin. He always let Faith set the pace after a particularly nasty bout with her sleep demons. If she wanted slow and steady or hard and fast, he'd accommodate her.

She gave him a wicked grin and scooted down to rest her ass on his shins. Lowering down, she engulfed his dick between her lips and bobbed her head. Faith approached blowjobs the same way she pursued their topics for production—with relentless enthusiasm. And he loved every moment.

His fingers threaded through her hair. "Feels great, Faith." His hips rocked forward and she took him deeper into her mouth.

She used her tongue, swirling it around his shaft then the head of his cock. Hollowing her cheeks, she enveloped his dick with just the right amount of pressure. If she kept going he'd blow way before he wanted to.

Then again, probably wouldn't take much to get him raring to go again.

But Faith had other plans. She eased away, first licking his cockhead then laving a long trail up along his torso. Her lips met his at the same moment her hot core made contact with his erection. Wet and ready, she didn't break the lip-lock when she lifted her pelvis and slowly slid over his length.

He moaned against her mouth and his hands cupped her ass, urging her to ride him. She complied, rolling her hips and grinding over his groin. Raising her head, she thrust her boobs forward and Sean took advantage, trading back and forth between the two, alternating from licking to sucking the taut peaks. Faith shuddered and picked up her pace. Tight and slick, her pussy gripped his dick with increasing friction. A sure sign she wouldn't last much longer.

Fine by him … he'd slide right over the edge behind her.

She panted in short, rapid bursts. "Getting close … just need a little bit more…" She changed the speed, rotating her ass in a circular motion.

Sean licked his fingers and slid them over her clit back and forth, back and forth until she tightened around his cock with an orgasm. She gasped then hummed with pleasure. Sean bucked upward, thrusting inside her then came hard, his fingers digging into her thigh.

Faith collapsed on his chest, her breath fanning across his shoulder. "Best dream chaser ever." Her lips brushed his collarbone.

Sean wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She'd sleep soon and he'd keep vigil until certain she wouldn't wake again. If he thought she'd listen, he'd suggest they take a break from the Ripper series, but he'd promised to dive into research mode and he'd keep his word.

Even if it meant she'd have many more nightmare nights.

I love where this story is going. For the longest time, I didn't have a solid plan about the conflict but the sages came through and gave me a terrific idea. Looking forward to getting this one completed.

That's it for this week. Happy reading!

Skylin

Sunday Snippet: The Cabin

Well, May is starting out fairly chilly and gloomy in my part of the country. It's been quite a while since we've had true spring weather and we're definitely getting it so far. I'm hoping it doesn't rain on the weekend my youngest gets to have her drive-up graduation. We're still not risking anyone's health by having a full-blown commencement ceremony.

Slower than usual week in television. I finally got to finish Picard and Strike Back; also got Strike Back Declassified in. I love those behind the scenes moments and interviews.

Finished up a four-part arc on Gargoyles, watching the last two episodes this week. It's weird how the voice actors are enemies on this show and their characters are allies on Star Trek TNG.

Watched another episode of The Witcher. This show has me very intrigued. Definitely glad there will be another season. At least I think there will be.

Caught several episodes of Danger Man, most being ones I didn't remember. I might have to rewatch The Prisoner when I'm done with this series.

Watched the first episode of Crisis on Infinite Earths with the Supergirl episode. I'll do more this week but I needed a moment to wrap my head around this one. I loved the cameo appearances and look forward to more of those but I'm already crushed by the events in this opening episode. Good stuff. That's all I'm saying.

That's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from The Cabin, a novella with family dynamics, one of my favorite tropes to dive into.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Whip meets the woman of his dreams when he tries to convince Kari to give his brother another shot at her art class. But when she can't accommodate the request, Whip still wants to pursue a relationship … until his brother tries to get in the way and Kari decides she won't come between them.

And a snippety peek…

Kari glanced up when a knock sounded on her office door. "It's open." She checked her calendar … none of her students had an appointment scheduled.

The door opened to admit a certified prime specimen of the male species. Dark hair, green eyes, a nicely put together package of angular planes and muscular bulges. Her fingers itched to break out the clay and start sculpting.

She rose from her chair. "Is there something I can help you with?" A little older to be a student, but too young to be a parent, her curiosity kicked up a notch.

He flashed a grin and walked to her desk then stretched out his palm. "I hope so. Name's Whip Harrington. I'm Warner's brother."

Oh. Okay. This could get interesting.

Giving him a tentative smile, she clasped his hand. "Kari Kells. You're here to pick up your brother's portfolio?" Reaching down, she opened her drawer and retrieved the folder.

Whip gave a nod. "I'm also hoping you'll maybe reconsider and think about letting him take your class." He wore a hopeful expression.

Kari sighed. "You didn't see what he turned in for the evaluation, did you?" She unzipped the file and spread it out on her desk. "I only have room for twenty students and, as this is deemed an easy credit class, I have about a hundred vying for the slots." She moved the pages into a neat line across the surface.

His gaze snapped to hers when she mentioned the easy credit.

Her lips curved. "I'm not pretentious, Mr. Harrington. My art introduction class is designed to be a filler course but it doesn't mean the applicants shouldn't at least try to do their best work." Her hand swept over the projects Warner turned in. "Would you consider this acceptable?" She raised her gaze to gauge his reaction.

Whip's lips thinned to a slash. "Jesus. He didn't even try."

And, in the space of a heartbeat, Kari decided she liked this Whip Harrington.

I'm such a fan of family conflict and resolving it in fun ways. Whip and Kari will have some interesting issues to deal with.

That's it for this week. Happy reading!

Skylin