by Viola Grace
The new suit was the same green as Brav's eyes and did not carry the memories of the last assignment. When Archer came around the corner dressed in black and gold, she had to admit that Fixer had good taste.
Archer let out a whistle and she turned around and around for him to admire the corsetry installed in the suit which helped give her a narrower waist and a more femme-fatale look.
"I don't think that I will let you out of the ship looking like that."
She grinned and buckled on her new belt. It vee'd the same way as the banding and rode on the edge of her hips. "So, from a humble weaver to a member of the Guard with my partner's tongue flapping on the floor. I will take it."
He stepped toward her and she lunged backward, tripping over her own feet. Archer caught her in his arms and she ran her fingers through his hair as he kissed her.
"You have horrible instincts." He gave her a quick peck on her nose.
"And yet, I am exactly where I have wanted to be for three whole years." She laughed and pulled his head down for another kiss before Haunt returned and spoiled her fun.
Assignments would come and go, would be gratifying and horrifying, but as long as Archer was there with her, she would take every opportunity to let him get her all wound up.
Author's Note
Thanks for joining me on Station 13. It's always a fun thing to revisit old characters and the way the Sector Guard gets around, it will definitely be a constant happening.
Morganti is the heart of the Sector Guard and the children of Morganti will soon grow up until they have books of their own. No…I have no idea when. It is just something that is slowly germinating in my brain, like a fungus.
Seal the Deal is the next book on the roster and will provide the needed therapist to the Guard. After that, Pilot in Command will detail the meeting of Commander and Pilot, the first two Guardsmen.
I can hardly stand the wait.
Thanks for visiting,
Viola Grace
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About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola's fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.