Rainbow Snippet Jan. 28

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. Takes place shortly after the phone call between Jesse and Kyle regarding Ryker's presence. 

 God this was all kinds of fucked, there was no way he could be stuck up here with a stranger for four months.  Lasting through the storm was going to try every bit of his patience and calm especially when one of the voice in his head was screaming for him to get the hell out of there and the other was berating him for not slitting his fuckin’ arm open when he had the chance. The memories flashing through his head were threatening to send him headlong into panic mode.  He took a long drag and closed his eyes, hoping they’d leave him alone.  The wind reached a helacious crescendo, howling like a furious banshee and he shuddered as the echo of curses and threats crashed like angry rhinos through his mind. He’d come up here to escape this, not relive it.  He lit a second cigarette after he finished the first, singing softly to himself as a hopeful distraction.  It failed and he trudged back inside when he was done, caught a whiff of something sizzling in the kitchen and his mouth and watered, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten yet this evening.  It would just have to wait until the kitchen was vacant. 


For additional snippets from other pieces of work, scroll down through the blog and enjoy.