Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).
In this group you’ll find anything from romance and historical fiction to mystery and YA. The common thread is that every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+. The snippets could range from zero flames to full-on sexytimes, anything goes content-wise. The only rule is snippets will be 6 sentences long–one for each color in the Pride flag.
I would invite everyone to please come check out the Rainbow Snippets group, click on a link, read and comment on the writing available and get involved yourselves in this awesome exercise. The link to the group can be found HERE.
This week, my snippet is taken from my new release Roadhouse Reds. I have to admit, I never set out to write about aliens crash landing in a cornfield or even aliens who were wondering around the planet not realizing that they weren’t really from earth. I’d intended Roadhouse Reds to be a romantic comedy, but the characters, and some wild daydreams changed the course of the story entirely. By the end, I found myself wanting to write more about these refugees who were hiding out on earth, how the events of Roadhouse Reds shape their relationships moving forward and if there were any repercussions coming for the events at the end of the book. There’s certainly plenty more stories to tell about all of them, so don’t be surprised if there isn’t a second book in a year or two.
Sagging against the pane, he ordered himself to get a grip, look at his hands again, and see for himself they were just normal human hands. It took a moment, and a few instances of calling himself a coward, but he looked front and back, turning them over, feeling like a raving lunatic with an overactive imagination.
Until his palm itched, fierce and steady, rapidly increasing in intensity until it burned and a perfect fireball sat cupped in his hand.
The door slammed open with a bang, and Jason shoved his hands behind his back, eyes wide, damn near hyperventilating.
“Jesus fuck, Jason! Didn’t you hear me calling you?” Dan bellowed.
“No I-I just—”
“You better not be high!”
“I’m not,” Jason squeaked, keeping his hands hidden, praying to God his shirt or the curtain wouldn’t go up in flames.