cuffmeonce: (Not this again)
Nikki leaned across the table, her blouse gaping open just enough to throw the suspect off his game. Only a hint of a smile quirked the corners of her lips before she banished it for the dominatrix attitude that worked so well in the interrogation room. The truth was crawling all over the suspect's skin just waiting to be spoken. Heat could see it there and she knew there would be a moment when he couldn't stand it anymore, when he'd come to her on his knees begging to confess. She pushed herself away from the table with a smirk that clearly said you missed your chance

"You may not want to tell me the truth but you're going to. Sooner or later."

Nikki leaned across the table, her blouse gaping open just enough to throw the suspect off his game. Only a hint of a smile quirked the corners of her lips before she banished it for the dominatrix attitude that worked so well in the interrogation room. The truth was crawling all over the suspect's skin just waiting to be spoken. Heat could see it there and she knew there would be a moment when he couldn't stand it anymore, when he'd come to her on his knees begging to confess. She pushed herself away from the table with a smirk that clearly said you missed your chance

"You may not want to tell me the truth but you're going to. Sooner or later."

Nikki leaned across the table, her blouse gaping open just enough to throw the suspect off his game. Only a hint of a smile quirked the corners of her lips before she banished it for the dominatrix attitude that worked so well in the interrogation room. The truth was crawling all over the suspect's skin just waiting to be spoken. Heat could see it there and she knew there would be a moment when he couldn't stand it anymore, when he'd come to her on his knees begging to confess. She pushed herself away from the table with a smirk that clearly said you missed your chance

"You may not want to tell me the truth but you're going to. Sooner or later."

Nikki leaned across the table, her blouse gaping open just enough to throw the suspect off his game. Only a hint of a smile quirked the corners of her lips before she banished it for the dominatrix attitude that worked so well in the interrogation room. The truth was crawling all over the suspect's skin just waiting to be spoken. Heat could see it there and she knew there would be a moment when he couldn't stand it anymore, when he'd come to her on his knees begging to confess. She pushed herself away from the table with a smirk that clearly said you missed your chance

"You may not want to tell me the truth but you're going to. Sooner or later."


[Castle growls ridiculously then shuts the laptop and pushes away from his desk.]

The same paragraph. Twelve times. I can't write anything else. Nothing wrong with the paragraph but I've got to cut to the chase here. The same paragraph over and over isn't going to cut it.

[That's when he notices the video device is recording. It pulls another growl out of him]

I'm going for a walk.
cuffmeonce: (Writer)
Most of you know I'm an author and I know some of you are interested in my writing. While the City may have been less than kind to me personally, it has done wonders for my inspiration. I'm three fourths of the way finished with the second Nikki Heat novel and am working on getting it printed with one of the companies here. I thought some of you might want to hear a snippet:

Nikki's eyes were hard, scraping over details, cataloging facts. She leans forward on her elbows. Her gaze locks with Mr. Smith's and by contrast his eyes are warm even jovial. He's certainly lucid enough which is a miracle in and of itself. Rook can't help but wonder if they're dealing with the classic false insanity plea. He watched Detective Heat work from the one way glass.

Heat was content to let the silence do it's work. She liked an interrogation room uncomfortable but today it didn't seem to bother Mr. Smith. In fact unless Rook missed his mark, Mr. Smith was enjoying the silence. Nikki realized this and made her next move. She dealt gruesome pictures on the table like playing cards; each bloodier than the previous. Her river card made Rook's stomach twist. There were days he still didn't understand how she could do this job without being thoroughly jaded.

In contrast to Heat's cool, eerie calm Mr. Smith finally reacted. The change in him was like an oncoming storm and Rook watched it roll across his eyes. He'd only ever seen the hunger there matched by dogs during an illegal dog fight and in response he stepped back from the one-way glass.

Heat didn't flinch.

Instead she smiled slightly, hands folding in front of her on the table. “Mr. Smith, you're free to go. I apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused you.” She got to her feet and walked out of the room, high heeled shoes clicking on the floor.

The moment the door to the room behind the glass open, Rook wailed “You're just letting him go?”

“No,” Heat informed him, eyes rolling in response. “I've whet his appetite. Now we watch him and this time we get more evidence.”


I expect it to be out within the next three months just in time for summer.

[ooc: Fictionalized "account" of the Master's interrogation as well as the fictionalized portrayal of The Master previously ok-ed by the fantastic mun of the Master.]
cuffmeonce: (Wait what did I do?)
Yesterday, some kind soul sent me a lovely leather bound journal. It inspired the writer in me to start the second Nikki Heat novel. I thought some of you might appreciate hearing a snippet;

[He clears his throat and prepares to read]

Nikki grasped the hem of her skirt and ripped, rending a tear along the seam all the way up her hip. Yes, this turn of events exposed her finely shaped thigh all the way to the hip but it also allowed her access to the gun in the thigh holster. Neither rain, nor snow nor pencil skirt would keep her from getting her man.

"Rook, you go around front and distract him. I'll come around back and finish the job."

Jameson was percolating an idea in his head even as Nikki gave him instructions.

"I like a woman who takes charge," he told her.

"Figured that one out already. Just do it. We've got a murderous Santa to catch and a Christmas to save."

[Short pause]

Just a rough draft of course. And no it's not the beginning. Writers don't always work chronologically. I tend to write the more exciting parts first.

Yes Beckett, this does mean the sex scenes are already written. I'll let you have a first look at them. Let's say...lunch?