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. Changing things up a bit. I had been posting snippets from ...And All Shall Fade, but that is entering into Edit stage this week and preparation for submission, so for the foreseeable future, I will be posting snippets from Ryker and Jesse's as yet unnamed story. This is a rough WIP featuring a bodyguard and a rocker. First meeting between the pair, a little more than 6 lines but needed.
(hehehehe Why indeed)
"You must have the wrong cabin," Jesse grumbled, attempting to slam the door against the stranger and the wind. Ryker just slammed his hand against the door, pinning it in place.
“Even in it’s the wrong cabin, which I don’t think it is, there’s a storm coming in case you hadn’t noticed, so I think I’ll just come in out of it, thanks” Ryker stated, taking a step forward and trying to wedge himself through the opening. Jesse held firm however and they stood there glaring at one another.
“Look,” Jesse said, “you could be a psycho or a serial killer for all I know, so you ain’t getting in here. I’ve got enough problems without ending up dead.”
“You look,” Ryker shot back, studying the guy more intently. Something about him just looked really damned familiar.” I’ve been on the road for hours. It’s fucking cold out here and it’s snowing buckets. I’m supposed to be at my cousin's cabin, which the GPS says is right here. So here I am and I’ve got no intention of driving anywhere until the shit lets up. My cousin's name is Kyle.”
“Morrison,” Jesse finished with a sigh. “Yeah, this is his cabin, though it’s supposed to be my cabin for the next four months. I fuckin’ told him when he offered it that I was coming up alone and plan to stay that way. So why the hell would he send you up here?”
(hehehehe Why indeed)