Saturday, February 22, 2020

Rainbow Snippet Feb 22, 2020: Experimenting with Love

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“You know what we should do?” Avery slurred.
“What?” Kenji asked, a slightly amused smile on their face.
“Have a snowball fight.”
Kenji chuckled. “Don’t you think it might be too cold for that.”
“Nope.” They said. “Lets go. I’ll take you both on.”
“Oh really?” Koda remarked.
“Really.”
“Well then Kenji, it seems we’ve been challenged to a dual.”
“That it does” Kenji chuckled. “I hope its not to the death.”
“Nope, only to the pain.”
“Huh?” Kenji replied looking between the two.
“In this case it means until someone is too cold to continue, haven’t you ever seen “The Princess Bride though, that’s where the line is from.”
“Ah” Kenji remarked. “Can’t say that I’ve seen that one.”

“Dude, we have got to have a movie night.”

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Sunday, February 9, 2020

Rainbow Snippet 2/9/2020: Experimenting with Love

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“You are an unbelievable bastard,” they growled, shoving past him into the house and out of the rain. “Of all the nerve to call Koda unambitious and an underachiever when you have no clue just how hard he’s been working on his art to get it to where he wants it to be so he can have a chance to sell it. You have no clue how many hours him and I have sat at craft fairs and street festivals talking to people and explaining pieces and you know what, he’s always sold more than what it cost for the booth space. He’s gone to every art class he could take in school and every single one that he could afford afterward. He scavenges for materials and imagines all that they can be. He’s got more creativity and talent than you could possibly imagine. How dare you make him feel like shit for not being as successful as you think he should be.”
They took a breath and Kenji rushed to explain before they could launch into a tirade again.
“I fucked up, I know that. I do, and I plan to make it right with him. I just need to catch up with him. He’s kind of made sure to be gone by the time I come home each day.”
“Well no shit,” Avery growled. “He’s been crashing at my place. You really hurt him. How the hell could you be so fucking cruel.”

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Saturday, February 1, 2020

Rainbow Snippet 2/1/2020: Experimenting with Love



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*** Current Project ***

Koda was still studying the floor though, and that just wouldn’t do. Laying the knife he’d been slicing the basil with on the cutting board beside the thin strips he’d already made, Kenji turned towards Koda and lightly touched his shoulder.
“Hey,” Kenji said, closing the distance until they were chest to chest. “I wasn’t trying to snap at you, honest.”
“Then why’s it keep happening?”
Kenji frowned and studied the way Koda was shuffling from one foot to the other and biting his lower lip. “Has it?”
“Yeah,” Koda said softly. “Yesterday morning, when I asked if you were staring at me because I had paint splattered all over my clothes again, and the other night, when you were staring out the kitchen window for so long you charred the onions to the bottom of the pan.”
“Oh,” Kenji replied, feeling sheepish. He’d been staring because Koda had been wearing a tattered pair of shorts with enough holes that Kenji had been busy admiring each patch of skin they revealed. The onions he’d burned watching Koda planting the last of the flowers in the flower bed, imagining him on his hands and knees for an entirely different reason and so lost in the fantasy that he hadn’t noticed the other man come in until Koda was drawing his attention to the smoke filling the room.

Sunday, January 26, 2020

Rainbow Snippet 1/26/2020 Halfway to Someday


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A little longer than six sentences but best not to break up :)

“I’ll be out of the way in a minute; this is almost done. You can report back to Kyle that I ate.”
“Don’t you mean I could report back that you cooked, since technically, I haven’t even seen you take a bite yet.”
“Whatever.”
“Jesse.”
“What?”
Ryker huffed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “I wasn’t spying on you for Kyle. He’s just worried about both of us.”
“Oh, now he’s worried,” Jesse scoffed.
“Sounds to me like he’s been worried for a while.”
“And is that supposed to be my fault?”
“I don’t know. Is it?”
Ryker let the words hang in the air between them. He needed to piss but worried that the moment he stepped out of the doorway, Jesse would once again flee back to his room. Surprisingly, Jesse sighed and hung his head.
“I’d have told him the truth if he’d given me half a chance,” Jesse muttered, his voice low and sad.
“You talk like it’s too late,” Ryker replied. “I know Kyle would welcome a phone call from you and a chance to talk.”
“You don’t know shit.”


Halfway to Someday: Available Tomorrow 1/27/2020 at online booksellers everywhere: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B083YW8DLW/




Saturday, January 18, 2020

Rainbow Snippet 1/18/2020: Halfway to Someday






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Picking up where last weeks left off:
“I didn’t want him ditching you up there.”
“You let me handle me. You should have used that chance right there to find out what the hell was going on with Jesse. Fuck! I thought we were okay for a little while there. Maybe if I hadn’t asked to use the space up here…”
“No. I’m glad you asked. At least there was something I could do to help you since Jesse seems bound and determined to keep me at arm’s length.”
“Can’t help but feel I chased him out of here though. I swear I wasn’t trying to. Things just spiraled real quick.”
“Still not your fault, so stop blaming yourself.” Another heavy sigh from Kyle. “How have you been holding up?”
Now it was Ryker’s turn to sigh.
“I’ve been better. Wish I’d brought a carton of cigarettes before coming up here. I’m sure my docs would tell me what a good thing it was that I didn’t. The silence sucks though, man. At least, when Jesse played his music, there was that to look forward to.”
“Fuck, Ryker are you taking your meds?”
“Yeah, but they aren’t helping much.”

Coming January 27th from Nine Star Press

Wednesday, January 15, 2020

Halfway to Someday Cover Reveal and Sneak Peek


Firelight flickered against the stone mantel of the fireplace, yet despite its warmth, Jesse shivered and huddled in the blankets he’d wrapped around his shoulders. The winds outside had picked up as the sun sank lower in the sky. Now, as the minutes ticked closer to sunset, they howled like the crowds in the stands at every show he’d ever played. Staring into tear-blurred flames, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever climb up on a stage again. His fingers itched to touch his guitar, but what was the point in creating anything with the way his bandmates had turned their backs on him.

“Way to go.”
The sarcasm in Tish’s voice was unmistakable. Whirling, Jesse turned to glare at her.
“You think I ruined the concert on purpose?”
“What are we supposed to think!” she spat, crowding into his space. Didn’t matter that she was shorter, she had a way of getting right in his face. “The way you played tonight was abysmal. The fans didn’t deserve that. We didn’t deserve to have you out there ruining the set like that. You let everyone down tonight, so instead of making excuses, why don’t you tell us what the hell you’re on so you can get the treatment you need!”
“I’m not on anything!” he roared; then Kyle and Griffin were there, crowding him back against the wall.
“You garbled half the words to songs you wrote!” Griffin shot back.
“Not to mention how many times you were off key and singing in an entirely different pitch than you were supposed to!” Kyle rebuked, staring into his eyes. “Were you drunk up there? High? Are you high now?”
“It was a bad night, okay? Why the hell can’t you all leave it at that?”
“One night is a bad night,” Tish hissed. “Hell, even two nights out of an eight-month tour, but this was what, the eleventh, twelfth time you’ve fucked everything up?”
“Fourteen,” Griffin said. “You’re forgetting the show he had to cut short in Reno and the one we had to cancel in San Diego when he called and said he couldn’t perform. Couldn’t even bother to come tell us to our faces, he was so strung out.”
“I. Don’t. Use,” he snarled[CE2] , exhausted, throat hurting as they’d loomed over him like vultures ready to pick him apart.
“Then tell us what the fuck is going on!” Kyle snapped.
Jesse shook his head, defeated, as he stared up into the eyes of his oldest friend. “I-I can’t.”
“You mean you won’t!” Tish chided. “And you’ll drag all of us down with you as our band, our dream, fizzles and burns.”
“It’s not like that. That’s the last thing I want.”
“Could have fooled me,” she snapped, sidestepping him and walking away, leaving the others to follow her.
“I just need time to work a few things out,” he called after them, cringing at the burn in his throat any time he tried to get loud. None of them even so much as turned back to look at him.
Pain sliced through his insides like broken glass, and he cringed and curled inward, rocking in the hopes of easing the ache. It wasn’t fair—he’d never set out do anything that would hurt the band or their music, never meant to get up there and fail or worse, not make it up there at all. But he’d screwed up both his personal and his professional life in all the worst ways possible…well, all except the ways they’d thought. He wasn’t stupid. [CE3] He’d never use any of the hard stuff; he knew what it could do to bands, and he didn’t drink to get drunk, despite how free-flowing the whiskey and liquor got. Pot was different; it came from the earth, and besides, he only smoked it in the states where it was already legal recreationally. It mellowed him out when his brain was racing a mile a minute, and sometimes, that hazy silence was the only way he could relax enough to sleep. They knew him; they knew how deeply he loved the music, how it was all he had aside from them, and yet…
Did he even have them anymore?


Halfway to Someday


Coming January 27th


Ryker Jorgensen left the VA hospital with a bunch of prescriptions and pamphlets on how to deal with reentering the civilian world, not that he’s in any hurry to do so. His nightmares still keep him up at night, and every new limitation he discovers gives him more reason to believe that he’s hopelessly useless now. Better to drive up to his cousin’s cabin and lick his wounds. Come spring, maybe, he’d look into being around people, if only for long enough to make the kind of money he’d need to buy his own secluded place.

The last thing he ever expected to see was the man whose face had been plastered in his footlocker and his dreams for the better part of the past six years, but Jesse Winters is nothing like he imagined. When trying to leave Ryker out in the storm doesn’t work, Jesse resorts to ignoring him. But two wounded souls trapped in a snowed-in cabin have little choice but to reach out for one another when emotions get frayed. His only hope is that Jesse will trust him enough to let him drag him back from the edge before he’s just another burned-out star in the legacy that is rock n’ roll.

Saturday, January 11, 2020

Rainbow Snippet: Halfway to Someday 1/11/2020


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“You know I’ve listened to every CD you ever sent me and have most of Wild Child’s lyrics memorized, but the stuff he was singing up here? It was from a really dark place. About hurting and death and hating who he’d become.”
“That’s not like Jesse. He always said music was supposed to be a celebration of life. He hated touching on the darker aspects and said he never felt he could do them justice.”
“Well, I think something happened to change all that.”
“That’s what I want to know! That stubborn bastard. Why run? Why not fucking talk to me, goddamn it!”
“Maybe because the moment you had him on the phone you blew up at him!” 


Coming January 27, 2020 from Nine Star Press