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 current WIP, a slow budding romance between an escort and the client that goes from a one time thing to a regular. A bit long, and for that I apologize, it just wouldn't have the same impact cut into pieces. This scene comes right after Takashi showed Zander a statue in a garden maze that he'd never had the opportunity to see before, so Zander is speaking in reference to the statue with the opening line below.
“I’m pretty sure I have a new favorite now.”
Takashi chuckled, hating the edge of bitterness that chipped away at some of the pride he felt.
“Guess you’ll have to ask to come see it every time someone brings you here.”
“Nope,” Zander replied with a small shake of his head, shocking Takashi once again. “This was special. Most people don’t care what I want, or like, or enjoy, to them, I’m just an ornament, another prop for the night like their dress or shoes or car.”
Takashi didn’t know how to respond to that. How could someone keep doing something that so clearly demoralized him? Faint strands of music still drifted from the party, so Takashi tugged him forward, surprising them both with his impulsiveness. Zander seemed to recover first, slipping his arms around Takashi’s neck and molding his body against Takashi’s, his head on Takashi’s shoulder, facing inward again. Another impulse hit and Takashi reached up and stroked his hair, assuaging his curiosity about how soft it would be. Time seemed to stand still as they moved, the music fading at times, growing louder at others, and all the while they swayed. Brilliant bursts of color erupted overhead and Takashi tilted his head back to look at the sky.
“Happy New Year, Takashi,” Zander murmured against his neck.
When Takashi looked down, he could see the fireworks reflected in Zander’s eyes, a million times more stunning then seeing them against the sky and he couldn’t resist brushing a kiss against Zander’s forehead, recalling what he’d said about never kissing on the lips.
“Happy New Year Zander,” he murmured, continuing to hold him close. “Thank you for making this my best New Year in a very long time.”