Rainbow Snippet June 24

ainbow 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.  The following Snippet is from my newly released supermoto themed release, Racing the Sky, which can be found HERE!  From one of my favorite scenes in the story, here is this weeks snippet. 

Looking at the big man, who was watching him from the far end of the counter, Nicky gave a tense smile. 

“Could I, umm, have another slice of pie? Apple this time, please.”

The man laughed. “How about ice cream with that?”

“Sure. Maybe I’ll die of a sugar overdose.”

They were alone in the diner, save for the guy on the grill in the back.

“You know,” the man began, “there are some fun ways to burn off sugar, if you’re interested. I get off in an hour.”

Nicky shivered, partly in fear and partly in anticipation. He could say yes, easy. Hell, it wasn’t as if Terry had even waited for them to break up before he’d moved on to someone else. Still, Nicky had never been with anyone but Terry, and this was a stranger, even if he was friendly as hell.

“Think about it,” the guy said before he headed to the back.

Wednesday Workshop #3

I'm back with another Wednesday Workshop! I'm hoping to make this a weekly post, barring anymore unforeseen misadventures.

This writing exercise is from an erotic writing workshop I've been working my way through. The exercise for the week was a dialogue exercise, where the characters had to get one another revved up from a distance.

“This was a stupid idea, next time I’m coming with you,” Talon grumbled.

Flint could tell he was pacing, likely on the porch if the creek of wood was any indication. He kept meaning to fix the loose boards and Talon kept finding ways to distract him every time he headed out there with the hammer and jar of nails.

“I never pictured you as the bored housewife waiting for me to come home.”

Snorting, Talon grumbled into the phone. “Think you’re funny huh, when you get back here we should see just how funny you are draped over my knee with my hand warming your ass.”

Flint whined, then glared at the trio of women who looked over at him and openly stared.

“Fuck, don’t say shit like that when I’m out in public,”

Talon’s chuckle, deep, low and rumbling made him shiver, and he had to take a deep breath and let it out slow.

“maybe you’ll be more careful with your comments next time.”

“You don’t play fair.”

“Never said I did.”

That chuckle again, it was making Flint’s inside’s melt. Pressing the phone to his ear, he unscrewed the cap on his soda and took a long, slow drink, hoping it would cool him off.

“Were you able to get the radio equiptment yet?”

“Yeah, but I have to wait until Friday to take the class and get certified.”

“Dammit.”

Flint grinned at the positively frustrated and annoyed tone that rumbled through the phone.

“Maybe you could fix those loose boards while I’m gone, and chop some more firewood, then go stand over the falls and let all that cold water cool you off least you go up in flames waiting for me to get home and suck you ‘til you beg to fuck me raw.”

The only response was a choking sound, followed by loud, forceful coughing, and Flint had to laugh at the way Talon sputtered and wheezed.

“Son of a bitch, you keep it up and I’m going to need a new phone at this rate. The fuck’s wrong with you. I’m hard as fuck over here now thanks to you.”

“Consider it payback,” Flint chuckled. “how do you think I feel right now trying to talk down the fuckin’ street with my cock swollen against my zipper. Shit hurts man.”

“Too bad you’re not back at the hotel, so I could tell you exactly what you should do with that, and that fat orange toy I know you took with you.”

“What?” Flint squeeked. “How….”

“I went looking for it last night and found it gone.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah, and what were you gonna do with it?”

“Pretend it was you.”

“Shit…” Flint groaned, walking smack into a light post. It was so unexpected his phone fell, clattering on the ground. Flint shook his head and reached for the phone, brushing some grit away, grateful it hadn’t cracked. All he could hear coming through it was laughter when he placed it back to his ear.

“You suck,” he grumbled.

“Anything for you, babe.”

“Uggg, I’m ending this call now, Talon, before I walk into a bus or something.”

“Yeah, okay, but call me tonight if you can. Its way too quiet up here. I didn’t think it would be so bad.”

“Call me if you need to, doesn’t matter what time, okay. I’ll be on the road as soon as the class is over.”

“Good. Miss you.”

“Miss you too.”

“Bye Tal.”

Hanging up, Flint shoved the phone back in his pocket and finished his drink. It wasn’t easy being apart, especially at night when the endless sounds of the city made it next to impossible to sleep. He missed the silence, he missed Talon, and he missed the hot, burning exploration of one another that had gradually come to consume a good chunk of each day. His phone beeped, and he frowned as he pulled it out again. One missed call, now who…

Chase’s name and number popped up and Flint froze. Now that was certainly unexpected. 

It's also my pleasure today to reveal the cover to my upcoming novel, Racing the Sky, set to be released on Friday June 23rd. 

Teaser Tuesday

Coming Friday June 23rd

“What kind of pie do you have?”

“Boston Cream, French silk, cherry, and apple.” The man’s voice was a lazy drawl and Nicky found it a little arousing.

Nicky tried to give the man a smile. “I’ll take a slice of French Silk and a slice of Boston Cream, please.”

The big man chuckled. “Got a sweet tooth, do ya?”

“More like depressed as hell,” Nicky muttered.

“Oh, well then, you sure I can’t bring you a slice of each?”

Nicky laughed. “Nope, two will do. I don’t need to get fat on top of everything else.”

The guy’s eyes raked over him and Nicky was sure he didn’t misinterpret the way he was being appraised. Nicky watched as he cut the pie and brought it over. “Whipped cream?”

“No thanks,” Nicky said.

“Doubt it would pack on any extra pounds,” the man quipped.

“Fine, whipped cream,” Nicky relented, his eyes widening a little as the guy piled it on.

“Eat up.” The big man chuckled before he resumed wiping down the counters.

Nicky took his time eating the pie, savoring it. It was really, really good. So good he couldn’t help but close his eyes and slowly chew several bites, allowing the flavors to roll over his tongue as the anger and tension of the day finally began to melt away.

“Wow, you really love pie; don’t you?”

Nicky’s eyes popped open to find the man watching him. He felt his cheeks heat up a bit as he averted his gaze.

“It’s, umm, really good,” Nicky said. “Chef must be awesome.”

“I am, thanks.”

Monday Mini Part 4 (Conclusion to Lactose Intolerant)

Welcome to the conclusion of the first Monday Mini-Series, a new idea I've been introducing to Rainbow Lyrics and Mellow Mushrooms. Each mini-series will be roughly 4-5 parts all coming together to comprise a short story. This first short features a superhero trying to do a very simple task...go grocery shopping. I hope you enjoy the conclusion and will tune in next week for the introduction to a new Monday Mini.  Feel free to leave comments and feedback.

Lactose Intolerant Part 4

Rounding the corner to the organic section, they found the island with the coffees, teas and nuts, a long row of dispensers with plastic baggies to collect dried goods in. Grabbing two at a time they filled them with green tea leaves and light roast beans, tied them off and grabbed two more. Expresso beans this time and red rooibos tea, the packages stacked on top of the other two. The third time around they shoved the bags beneath the yogurt covered raisins, 'yogurt covered rat droppings,' Devlin complained, and the chamomile blossoms, like some tea was gonna be enough to relax them and lull them to sleep, but whatever. The shit tasted like sucking on grass but Naill seemed to like it and sometimes sharing a body meant putting up with things he'd rather not taste.

Flicking the levers closed produced a grinding sound from the raisins, and flicking it again only produced a dull, metallic clunk before raisins poured over the edge of the bag and onto the floor. They tried to stop them, using both hands to try and hold the raisins in but all that managed to do was send the blossoms flying, till it was raining chamomile into the ever growing pile on the floor.

Groaning, he tried to shuffle away, booted foot landing on a pile of raisins that caused his ankle to roll, spilling him sideways. The only thing to grab on to was the dispensers, one hand smacking into the lever, sending a hail of pistachios onto the floor. Throwing up his hands in frustration, he slunk away as carefully as he could, hurrying to the checkout line so he could get the hell out of there before something else went wrong.

At this point fast food would have been easier and far less stressful and if the checkout girl didn't hurry up and get him out of there before someone discovered the mess on the floor then it was going to prove to be a lot cheaper too.

"Told you so," Devlin giggled.

"Sometimes I think you do this shit on purpose," Naill bemoaned. "Every time you don't want to do something you turn it into a disaster."

"Consider it a hidden talent."

"Wish you'd keep it hidden, forever preferably, why do you have to do these things."

"In all truth and fairness, the whole, let's use our hyper reflexes to fill the bags faster thing was your idea, which proved to be an epic fail."

There was no way to argue that point so Naill let it slide, made much easier by the fact that the checkout clerk was dragging the final item across the scanner, the can of mushrooms that had started it all.

"Sixty-three dollars and fourteen cents is your total," she declared. "Do you have a food saver card?"

"No."

"Would you like to apply for one, you can do it today and start saving right away, it will take five percent off your total." she rambled, as Devlin caught sight of the store manager and the security guard heading for the coffee dispenser aisle.

"Umm no thanks, not today, we’ve gotta be going" Naill explained as he hastily swiped his card, punched in his pen number and gathered up the bags as the receipt started to flow out of the machine.

"Would you like your receipt," she called after them as they briskly headed for the door.

"No thanks," Naill called back over his shoulder.

The automatic doors seemed as if they couldn't open quickly enough and the second set seemed to take even longer, they'd nearly walked into the glass before it parted in front of their noses, sending a blast of frigid wind whipping around them.

Naill sighed and shifted the bags he carried, trying to better distribute the load. "Holy shit that was close."

"I would not wanna be the guy whose gotta do the cleanup."

"Yeah I'm sure he'd going to be loving you."

"Loving us you mean."

Nail just counted backwards peppering the numbers with the occasional curse.

"Okay chef, since this is still your show why don't you tell me what we're having for dinner, hope its something high carb and cheesy, we're supposed to patrol tonight."

"Shit."

"I'm not liking the sound of that."

"I forgot to get cheese."

"Awe come on man, seriously."

"Hey, it’s your fault, if you hadn't kept getting us into shit, I might not have forgotten anything."

"Come to think of it, we kind of forgot the eggs too."

"Oh for fuck's sake, Devlin."

"Hey, this was your show, remember,"

"And you're never gonna let me live it down, are you?"

"Nope."

"God, sometimes I hate you."

Fall leaves rustled and crunched beneath their feet, riled up by the cars that rushed past. Devlin kicked a can out of his path, watched it spin, clattering against the concrete before it finally struck a wall and ricochet off, smacking into the dull brown loafers of a man chattering away on his phone.

"Hey watch it!" the man complained, returning to his phone call moments later with complaints about even the sidewalks not being safe. Seemed like nothing today was destined to go right. In the distance, they could see their apartment looming; maybe tonight they should just stay in. Devlin was just about to suggest it when Naill paused, causing Devlin to stagger.

"Son of a bitch." Naill rasped with such venom in his voice that Devlin flinched. "SON OF A FUCKIN' BITCH!"

In an explosion of flapping wings the pigeons on the rooftop took to flight, a dark cloud rapidly fleeing into the distance.

"Language!" An older woman snapped from where she sat on her porch doing the crossword.

"Sorry ma'am," Devlin replied, giving her his most charming smile.

"Dude", he muttered under his breath, "what the hell was that all about?"

"I give up," Naill replied, hurrying them on their way to their apartment again. "All that shit we went through and guess what we forgot?"

"What?"

"The milk."

*END*

Rainbow Snippet June 17th

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.  The following Snippet is from my upcoming supermoto themed release, Racing the Sky, due to be released on Friday June 23rd. 

Of all the fucking nerve. Nicky saw red and closed his eyes, willing himself not to slam the door and throttle Dirk, or, better still, throttle Dirk, toss him out on the lawn, slam the door on him, and then spend the next hour cussing at Terry. Taking a deep breath, Nicky paused, then blew it out slowly as he counted to thirty. Only then did he finally close the door. His head felt like broken glass and he desperately wanted a drink. He even considered detouring to the kitchen to get one, but Dirk and Terry were already upstairs in the bedroom, and Nicky wasn’t about to leave them there alone.

June 10 Rainbow Snippet

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.  The following Snippet is from my newly released novel ...And All Shall Fade to Black available on Amazon HERE: 

“Hey, are we going to lunch or what?”

Herman’s voice cut through his thoughts and Danny turned to face him, sighing heavily.

“Yeah we’re going. I was trying to get Jax to come too, but that didn’t end very well. I’m just hoping he’ll be back tomorrow. I didn’t mean to upset him, but he stormed out anyway.”

“He stormed out because you invited him to lunch?”

“No, um, he stormed out because I kind of brought up how we’ve all noticed that he doesn’t eat. Phillip actually approached me yesterday and asked if there was a way we could pay him daily or something so he’d be able to get some food. I had to explain that Jax had another job and wasn’t starving because he was broke.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.”

Rainbow Snippet June 3rd

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.  The following Snippet is from my newly released novel ...And All Shall Fade to Black available on Amazon HERE: 

“You think he’ll actually show when it counts?”

“Yeah, actually, I do. He didn’t sit there and nod occasionally and make grunts and mummers whenever I questioned something or left something open ended in the hopes that he’d chime in. He actually asked about the research I’d done into the masks, if part of my research had been watching matches. If Az was modeled off any wrestlers in particular, if I’d found any good autobiographies or histories of the sport, all sorts of things like that. He didn’t make me carry the conversation on my own, he participated in it.”

“Sure he wasn’t just saying that shit to get in your pants?”

“Fuck off, Herman. He did not kiss like he was trying to get in my pants. He kissed like he wanted to leave something new to discover the next time we got together, something you wouldn’t know anything about.”