jeriendhal: (Scandalous!)
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The text from Angie was what first got me worrying.

Home late, not hungry, was all it said. 

Angelica was a motorcycle cop. I was used to her coming in late, given her shift hours tended to run long if there was some sort of crisis. But she almost always wanted dinner when she came home. It was part of my job to have it ready for her.

I should explain I guess. After we were married and my dad cut me off (not that I was crying too hard about that) we figured out between her salary and what my mother had left me, we could actually live pretty comfortably even without me holding a job. So to the neighbors I was her house husband. 

Between just Angie and me, I was her slave.

Love is strange )
jeriendhal: (Ali)
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"Alinadar, my love, what are you doing?" Lady Salli asked.

Ali flinched, trying to hide the portion of roasted glide lizard she'd wrapped in a napkin behind her back, even as she realized how pointless the gesture was. "Nothing, milady," she replied, her ears heating up. "Just getting a snack, for later." As was their habit, she and Salli had been eating their dinner at the dining table in their suite in the Governor's Mansion on Greenholme, the colony worlds Salli administered for her mother, the Countess Darktail.

Old habits die hard )
jeriendhal: (Red Vixen)
Ali, still flexing her paws in frustration at both the mystery of Zaker and the loss of an opportunity to pound her more thoroughly, headed back to her room to shower and dress for the day. Stepping out to dress after blowing dry her fur, she found one the servants, what was her name? Nari, that was it, busily fitting fresh sheets to the bed.

Cut for content )
jeriendhal: (Alinadar)
“Told me what?” Salli demanded.

“I did tell you, but you didn't think too hard about what it meant, milady,” Ali said. “You remember how I told you because I was small, I was sent through the ducts on ships we attacked ,to find all the secret, hidden spaces?”

“I remember.” Salli's voice was hoarse now from acid and dread.

“Clan ships, the freighters manned by families, have always had a very secure place in the center. It's where they kept their most valuable, most vulnerable things.”

Ali's Confession )
jeriendhal: (Alinadar)
The room the pirates had placed her in was large, white and empty.

After her capture, Salli had been stunned and bound, waking up on the floor of a military skimmer surrounded by pirates. She’d reacted to this news by going into a full blown panic attack, after one of them had shown off her disconnected cybernetic eye to her. Eventually they’d tired of her screaming and crying and stunned her again. Then she’d woken up here, bound naked with plastic shipping ties to a metal folding chair, in the center of a large multipurpose room with a tiled floor that smelled of disuse, the bright florescent lights hanging from the bare ceiling hurting her remaining good eye.

“Do you know where you are, Lady Sallivera?” a voice asked.

Unfortunately, she's about to find out )
jeriendhal: (Red Vixen)
[livejournal.com profile] jimhines has an interesting essay on his LJ about reviews for his novel Libromancer that discusses the negative reviews he's received due to the relationship the protagonists end up in at the end. And though the final relationships at the end of my own Shadow of the Red Vixen are considerable different, they might generate negative reviews as well, for entirely different reasons.

Spoilers for both books below )
jeriendhal: (Default)
Fair warning: This is a rough section, with discussions of topics that might be too close to home for some on my FL, even if the setting is a silly sci-fi universe.

Lord Darktail's Dark Tale )

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