Rainbow Snippet 1/14/23: Still untitled but almost finished

 Coming this summer

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's Rainbow Snippet comes from my current WIP, an MMM Pet Play book for the Pride Pet Play Project I'm involved in.

“In that case, I’ll text him right now.”

Cas slipped his phone out of his pocket and quickly tapped in a message to Mouse. He’d barely placed the phone on the nearest table when it buzzed and he picked it up to see he had a hell yeah from him about wanting to go.

“Told you.”

“How do you know that isn’t the dentist’s office with a reminder about my next appointment?”

“For one, your smile is beautiful, and two, I don’t think you grin and do a little shimmy when their office calls, unless, of course, you’ve got a thing for your dentist.”

Cas laughed at that, then slapped a hand over his mouth when he realized he’d been loud enough others in the dining area had turned to look their way.

“Sorry,” Cas muttered, feeling his face flush. “Just the thought of going on a date with Mr. Phizinger is, well, I wouldn’t be sure if he was going to show up alone, or with a cardboard cutout of a lower jawbone.”

Now Garrett was laughing and shaking his head. “I take it he has one in his office.”

“Dude, it’s bigger than his nurse, and he’s not tiny.”

“Damn.”

“Tell me about it.”

“I saw him putting it in his trunk once. I didn’t ask why and he didn’t tell me when I stopped to help, but he was damn particular about the way it fit in there and worried as hell about scuffing it.”

“Alrighty then.”

“Too much information, I know.”

“No it’s, well, hopefully no one ever raids his house and finds lamps and seat cushions made out of teeth that’s all I’ve got to say.”