Saturday, April 29, 2017

Rainbow Snippet April 29th

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 Guitars and Choices, the sequel to my debut novel Guitars and Cages. Both will be available on May 26th. With the relaunch of Guitars and Cages, as well as the upcoming sequel, I hope some of you will please consider supporting my thunderclap for the project:  https://www.thunderclap.it/projects/56310-guitars-and-choices-launch?locale=en

“Oh, she’s so soft,” Carly said as she carefully combed out Buttercup’s mane.
“Yup, and she’ll stay soft and clean as long as you remember to groom her each day after you’ve worked with her.”
“I will, I promise!”
When they were done, Carly turned and hugged him, surprising Asher, but he gently hugged her back.
“You’re really nice. Thank you for helping me not be afraid of Buttercup anymore,” she said.
“You’re very welcome, Carly,” Asher said as he let her go.
“Yes, thank you,” Carly’s father said from the stall door where he waited for his daughter. 

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Available Now! Nature of the Beast by Aimee Brissay





Synopsis:
One mistake is all it takes for all hell to break loose.

After sorceress Alexandra tries to kill her insane father, her fae uncle expels her from the Otherworld to keep her safe. Living among humans, she wants nothing more than to leave her past behind. But working for the vampires and the werewolves doesn’t shield her for long.

When she saves a hurt werewold pup, Alexandra inadvertendly breaks the bond tying him with the pack and becomes his new alpha. This unhear-of shift exposes her to all kind of dangers, but it’s the least of Alexandra’s worries

Back in the Otherworld, her father has not forgotten her and dispatches an assassin to kill her. But just who is this mysterious foe, and what will their arrival mean not only to Alexandra but to the delicate balance of the world?



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Excerpt
“Settle down, little one. No one is going to hurt you here.”

His gaze darted to the hallway Chris had disappeared down, and he let out a low rumble.

I smiled and answered his silent question. “Not even him. He will come around.” After he’d got over having a werewolf in the house and came to terms with the idea that werewolves were real, that was.

“Trust me. Now settle down.” Though keeping my tone calm, I put as much force as I could muster behind the words.

I wasn’t a shifter, and the animal had no reason to obey me. But power was power, no matter where it came from, and I was praying it would be enough. Otherwise, I was screwed.

The wolf growled, shifting his center of gravity lower down his back as he prepared to jump.

I was familiar enough with werewolves to know they reacted to strength and dominance, so I tried again, putting more of that behind my words. “Enough!”

The growl subsided without dying completely, and the eyes holding mine became more alert, the anxiety in them half-replaced by curiosity.

“That’s it. Settle down.”

The wolf whimpered and crouched until his belly rested on the floor. He regarded me carefully, his upper lip still curled in a threat. He didn’t trust me. Not yet. The feeling was mutual.

I wasn’t his alpha, nor did I want to be, but I needed him calm and obedient. My heart, which beat loudly when I first faced the animal, had lowered to a more normal rhythm. Sweat soaked through my T-shirt, and I was willing to bet money the wolf could smell the fear on me. I held his gaze, bringing up even more power.

Calm down, damn it!

The wait stretched on; a nerve wrecking staring contest. I didn’t move, barely breathing. Slowly, the wolf’s body went slack, the lip uncurling. The pupils shrank back to normal size, for a wolf anyway, but some of the angst remained.

“That’s it. Good boy.”

One of his ears flicked, head tilting to the side.

“I need to check how bad you’re hurt.”

The wolf tried to crawl farther back, clearly not happy with my suggestion.

“No, I mean it. You’re hurt. I need to see what is going on.”

The growl was back in his throat.

“Enough!” I used power to put strength behind the command. “Shift!”

His eyes widened, but the force behind the words could not be ignored. He tried to fight me, I could see it
on his face, but I kept my gaze and the stream of power steady, waiting for him to submit.

Eventually, the tension left his body and he stretched out on the floor. The pupils changed slightly, their color softening to a warm brown. The fur rippled as the muscles beneath rearranged themselves. The shoulders widened, the neck thickened, and the muzzle retracted.




About the author
Born in Romania, land of the Iele and Vlad the Impaler, AIMEE BRISSAY has spent all her life surrounded by stories. She has ridden side by side with d’Artagnan and The Three Musketeers to retrieve the Queen’s diamonds, set sail on the Erasmus in search of the Japans, fell in love with Rhett Butler and roamed the Wild West alongside Old Shatterhand. She has walked in the footsteps of the Olympian Gods and searched for Zalmoxis’ sanctuary in the Carpathians. In her mind, she’s never been the damsel in distress but rather the knight in shiny armor fighting for a cause. Aimee Brissay loves each and every one of these characters with a passion, and has always had a soft spot for the men-on-men fellows. With a background like this, turning to writing was no surprise. Aimee discovered Men-on-Men erotica early in life and has never looked back. After that first story, she devoured all the books she could find. And when she ran out, she decided to write her own. Aimee Brissay has over 10 stories published, varying from contemporary to fantasy and BDSM, men-on-men, men-on-men-on-men or on-women, and anything in between.


She can write anywhere, even in a crowded room or a busy subway station, but she loves solitude. When she’s not at her evil day job or she’s not torturing her characters in her latest WIP, she can be found writing or playing with her cats. Or her newly adopted dog, because 5 cats are just not enough.


She welcomes messages from readers and promises to answer all of them as soon as possible, though that can mean anything from one hour to a month.

Aimee Brissay can be found at:
www.men-on-men.com
Aimeebrissay@gmail.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100006586754683
Twitter: @aimeebrissay

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Teaser Tuesday A glimpse at Gypsy's Rogue

Teaser Tuesday Unedited From Gypsy's Rogue
Feel free to like, share, tweet, and comment, this is an ongoing WIP and I would love to hear your thoughts.
“Why are you here? How did you ever find me?”
He chuckled again, turned on his side, brushed the wet grass aside so he could see them more clearly.
“You told me about this place over a bottle of Grey Goose and Brit Coms.”
A bark of laugher erupted from their throat, harsh, rough, but it was a pleasant memory and damn, they needed those. “You laughed so hard you puked.”
“Yeah, that was your fault too, never though those things would be even remotely amusing.”
“That doesn’t explain how you were able to find it.”
“We always keep records of the towns we’ve visited and the places we’ve set up shows. It wasn’t hard to backtrack through them and figure it out.”
“Why would you go through that much effort for me?”
“Why not. You didn’t call, you didn’t write, so when Isaac told me you’d come back here, I figured I’d come find out what happened and make sure you were okay. You said you’d never come back here so I figured something drastic had to happen to change your mind.”
“My father died.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“They I’ll wait ‘til you decide if you want condolences or a celebration.”
“That’s harsh. I wouldn’t…I’d never…”
“Sorry. I would though.”
“You didn’t even know my old man.”
“I was talking about mine.”
“Oh.”
Well Damn. Gypsy was stunned into silence. That was the most honest he’d ever been. Open too. They glanced at him to find that his gaze was back on the heavens and watching the rain pour down around him, blinking as the drops got too close to his eyes.
“Have you watched any since I left?” They asked softly, calmly, hoping to change the subject as the rain slowed and water ran from their clothes to seep into the earth beneath them, like their strength, which seemed to have been sucked right out of them.
“Huh?”
He rolled again, startled and messy, and they could see the confusion in their eyes and were certain there was more to the story of why he’d come so far just to check on them.
“Brit coms. Did you keep watching them?”
“I bought the whole damn series of Keeping Up Appearances, Chef too, and Fawlty Towers but I make sure I don’t drink anything while I watch them.”
They wanted to smile, but something told them that he hadn’t come here for anything good. Their heart rate picked up again, their breath hitched, and they forgot they were supposed to exhale before they tried to inhale again. All they could picture was Randy dead in a coffin somewhere, and as much as they hated it, that thought still bugged them immensely. A year later and they still couldn’t get him out of their head, still couldn’t look at anyone else and not compare them to the prince turned frog who’d wrecked everything they’d hoped a relationship could turn out to be.
“Relax, what’s wrong?” that deep voice rumbled, calling them back, calming them down in slow increments.
“He’s dead, isn’t he, what happened? H-how did he….”
“Whoa, whoa, wait, he isn’t dead, far from it, actually,” he assured them, hand hovering over their arm, pausing inches away from touching.
“Then why…”
“Spending so much time in my own head hasn’t been too good for me,” he interrupted, sighing as gave them a sheepish shrug “I needed to disappear and lay low for a while. The cops aren’t after me, I promise. If they were I wouldn’t have come here, I’d have just turned myself in for the three meals and the free bed.”

“I’d let you stay even if they were,” they told him, meeting his eyes for the first time since he’d arrived. Both of them knew Gypsy meant it.


And if you're in the mood for Shapeshifters, check out my latest release, Serpent's Kiss. 


While searching for their missing sibling, Zaiden and his sister, Kaandhal come across the last pure blooded psy-clairvoyant of their kind. Unfortunately for them, Darian has no idea what he truly is and isn’t much interested in learning, or in helping them locate their brother, Zxex.

A bounty hunter by trade, who’s been all but banished from his family due to his visions, Darian’s a bit cynical about his ability to be of any assistance to them. Never-the-less, Zaiden brings him back to their home Rhumba, where Darian discovers that very little is what it seems.

With plots unfolding all around them and discoveries about his own heritage leaving Darian reeling, he is left with the choice of whether to embrace who and what he is, or spend every moment with them a prisoner on the fringes of their society.

Add in a pesky little bond that only seems to grow the more time he and Zaiden spend together, and several factions looking to gain possession of him and Darian is left wondering if his visions just might be the least of his troubles. 

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Rainbow Snippet April 22

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 Serpent's Kiss, available at amazon.com and through Kindle select.  Serpent's Kiss can be found here!


“You will tell me my future, if you lie I will make you suffer before Karim kills you,” she hissed.
“You’re future is easy,” he chuckled. “You’re dead.”
Her fingers dug into his arm, her grip intending to punish. Instead he just laughed until she was shaking with fury and sliding from his lap.
“Karim, punish him until he begs to read the future for me,” she ordered, her voice low, cold and barely controlled.
“Awe, you ain't capable of doing it yourself. It's your future, after all, why don't you come over here and earn it?” he taunted.

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Thursday, April 20, 2017

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Teaser Tuesday an excerpt from Rockin' Ryker's World

Teaser Tuesday
Unedited From Rockin' Ryker's World 
Feel free to like, share, tweet, and comment, this is an ongoing WIP and I would love to hear your thoughts.


“I know. I just …” Kyle huffed “We screwed up okay, the behavior was just so unlike Jesse and he wasn’t offering to explain so we made some assumptions and I don’t know, now I think maybe we might have been wrong.”
“We all know what assumptions make” she reminded him. “I hope this time you’ll listen with an open mind and hear Jesse out without accusing him of anything.”
“I will, I just have to wait for all this to be over” Kyle said as he waved his free arm around.
She laughed “There is that impatience shining through again.
“Yeah, I know.” Kyle chuckled.
“Why don’t I send dinner over with you when you go? If I know Jesse, he isn’t eating anything that he isn’t cooking on that grill.”
Kyle laughed at that, knowing his best friends habit of trying to grill damn near everything. It had certainly made for some interesting meals over the years.
Sighing, Kyle glanced back at Jesse again, listening as he sang O come all ye faithful. Jesse’s voice was as stunningly beautiful today, a far cry from the growling, guttural mess it had been for their last show. He’d never had issues with it on tour before unless he was playing sick, but that night, it sounded like he’d spent the past two days straight screaming until there was nothing left. It had been so wrecked, they hadn’t expected him to finish out the set. But he had, and promptly fled as soon as the concert was over.
“Maybe I should hang out up front and wait.”
“Did Jesse promise that you guys could talk?” his mother asked.
“Yeah.”
“Then trust him to be there when you arrive.”
Kyle sighed, shoulders slumping. “Fine.”
“Now come on, you’re supposed to be helping me shop.”
Dragging him from booth to booth his mom gave him little time to brood or speculate, she certainly didn’t give him enough alone time to work himself up into a frenzy of impatient waiting. No matter where they were in the room he could listen to Jesse’s playing above the buzz of conversatrions, and it comforted him to know that he was so close.
His mom finished up her shopping about an hour before the festival was set to end, which gave him plenty of time after they’d unloaded to pack up some of her delicious spegetti, and a grab a couple of the six packs his dad kept in the basement fridge.
“Damn, planning to tie one on?” Ryker asked as Kyle emerged with the beers.
“I found Jesse.”
“Holy shit, where?”
“At winterfest, playing Christmas carols. He said we could talk so I said I’d bring food and beer.”
“I’m glad you found him, and that he’s safe.”
“Me too. I just, I’m not sure about the safe part.”
“Come again?”
Kyle shrugged, catching the way his cousin was eying him, his eyes having gone dark, dangerous in a way Kyle had never seen before.
“If he’s in some kind of trouble then maybe you shouldn’t be going over their alone.”
“If I don’t show up alone, Jesse won’t walk to me, hell I doubt he’d even let me in. It’s okay. I’ve got my cell on me and something tells me whatever is going on it isn’t dangerous, at least, not to anyone but Jesse.”
“Fine, but give me a text or something in about an hour and let me know everything’s cool and he’s not setting you up for money or some shit he blew on drugs.”
“Hey, no, okay, Jesse might be messed up right now, but he’s my closest friend, he’d never do something like that to me.”
Ryker nodded, but Kyle knew he’d better call if he wanted his cousin to stay put. It sucked that Jesse’s behavior up at the cabin had made Ryker so suspicious of him. He’d hoped the two could be friends, what with Ryker’s love of their music and the questions he’d peppered Kyle with about Jesse over the years.
Depositing the beer on the counter Kyle hurried to his room and retrieved Jesse’s bass and the Fender, safely packed in their cases. He loaded them in the trunk then went back for the food, pausing to cut them each a large slice of chocolate cake he packed in plastic containers.

The drive over seemed extra long. Hard to believe they used to bike ride between houses or skateboard before either could drive. He told himself it was just the nerves that were making him feel like it was taking forever, though he wondered if maybe there wasn’t something metaphorical wrapped up in it too. Maybe this time the distance between them had grown too vast to ever be closed again.



And if you're in the mood for Shapeshifters, check out my latest release, Serpent's Kiss. 


While searching for their missing sibling, Zaiden and his sister, Kaandhal come across the last pure blooded psy-clairvoyant of their kind. Unfortunately for them, Darian has no idea what he truly is and isn’t much interested in learning, or in helping them locate their brother, Zxex.

A bounty hunter by trade, who’s been all but banished from his family due to his visions, Darian’s a bit cynical about his ability to be of any assistance to them. Never-the-less, Zaiden brings him back to their home Rhumba, where Darian discovers that very little is what it seems.

With plots unfolding all around them and discoveries about his own heritage leaving Darian reeling, he is left with the choice of whether to embrace who and what he is, or spend every moment with them a prisoner on the fringes of their society.

Add in a pesky little bond that only seems to grow the more time he and Zaiden spend together, and several factions looking to gain possession of him and Darian is left wondering if his visions just might be the least of his troubles. 


Saturday, April 15, 2017

Rainbow Snippet April 15th

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 Serpent's Kiss, available at amazon.com and through Kindle select.  Serpent's Kiss can be found here!

“Hell yeah,” Darian remarked without thought, quickly realizing his mistake. “Sorry, but if ever a moment called for cursing, this was it. Holy…seriously, this one amazing armory.”

“This is but a small collection, the true armory if kept far from here. Perhaps, if you cease to annoy my mistress she will allow us to spar with a few of them, if you believe you are capable.”

“I’ve done my share of playing with knives.”

“Good, then I look forward to testing just how much play you are capable of.”


Darian flicked out his tongue, licking along his upper lip, deliberately teasing the same way it seemed as if Karim was teasing him. For a moment, the minister was forgotten as he locked eyes with Karim and saw the interest flicker in the other man’s eyes. 

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Teaser Tuesday, a taste of Gypsy's Rogue

Teaser Tuesday
Unedited From Gypsy's Rogue




“I’m right here.”
“Why?”
It came out slurred, and Gypsy frowned, trying to figure out the actual question.
“Why am I here?” Gypsy repeated, leaving their hands where they were when they felt him nuzzling against them, his eyes drifting half closed once again.
“Wh-why can’t you see me without seeing him?”
Awe damn.
“It’s…complicated and you probably won’t remember if I try to explain.”
“But…I like you. Always liked you. Why do you hate me?”
Oh god, tears pricked their eyes and made them burn, their vison swam and they wrapped their arms around him and hugged him close, trying to convey that they cared. Stroking their hair, they grimaced at how sweaty it was, wishing they could clean it for him.
“I don’t hate you. I never have, I promise. It’s just really complicated and I’m so sorry I made you feel that way.”
“Wanted to come with you,” he muttered, weight pressing heavier on their shoulder. He was so warm. They’d bought ice in town, in case they needed ice backs and from the feel of him they did, if he’d just let go so they could go down and make them.
“When you left, I wanted to go too, was scared you wouldn’t want me to. Hated being alone. Thought maybe…maybe…but I can’t stay. You still don’t see me.”
“I do.” They replied, continuing to stroke his hair while trying to ease him back down on the bed. “And I promise, we’ll talk just as soon as you’re better, but right now, I need you to let go. I need to bring ice up. You’re fevers gone up again and if we can’t get it down I have to figure out how to get you downstairs and in the truck.”
“no hospitals.”
His words were slurred, and the very idea had him clinging tighter to them, making them wonder what they’d done to him in order to get him admitted the first time.
“If you don’t want to go to the hospital, then you have to let me go so I can get ice, I promise, I’ll be right back and I’ll stay with you okay. Do you think you can drink some of the gingerale I brought?”
“don’t want nothin’ but you,” he muttered, but he let go, which is what they needed him to do.
Hurrying downstairs, they quickly made icepacks, and grabbed a ginerale just in case. He needed to drink so he didn’t end up dehydrated, and while he’d eaten the soup, that had been hours ago. They stuffed the box of medication they’d purchased him in their pocket, hoping they could get him to swallow a few pills, and headed upstairs, carrying the ice packs in a cloth bag.
He’d gotten twisted up in the clovers again, one tangled around his leg, two or three wrapped around his middle, arms and legs starfished out with his head turned towards the door, eye thin slits that widened as they stepped back into the room.
“you came back.”

He said it like he hadn’t believed they would and they knew it was likely the fever talking, but with the way things had been going between them, they couldn’t be sure. They hopped he’d know that they would protect and care for him the same as they knew he would do for them, but he was clearly uncertain, and thinking back to how he’d ducked away when they were in bed together and again last night, they weren’t so sure he was clear on that. They just needed to get him well again. Then they could start making things right.

serpent's kiss trailor





Serpent’s Kiss by Layla Dorine
Serpent’s Kiss Blurb
While searching for their missing sibling, Zaiden and his
sister, Kaandhal come across the last pure blooded psy-clairvoyant
of their kind. Unfortunately for them, Darian has no idea what he truly is and
isn’t much interested in learning, or in helping them locate their brother,
Zxex.

A bounty hunter by trade, who’s been all but banished from
his family due to his visions, Darian’s a bit cynical about his ability to be
of any assistance to them. Never-the-less, Zaiden brings him back to their home
Rhumba, where Darian discovers that very little is what it seems.

With plots unfolding all around them and discoveries about
his own heritage leaving Darian reeling, he is left with the choice of whether
to embrace who and what he is, or spend every moment with them a prisoner on
the fringes of their society.

Add in a pesky little bond that only seems to grow the more
time he and Zaiden spend together, and several factions looking to gain
possession of him and Darian is left wondering if his visions just might be the
least of his troubles.

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Saturday, April 8, 2017

Rainbow snippet April 8

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 Serpent's Kiss, available at amazon.com and through Kindle select.  Serpent's Kiss can be found here!

“Something tells me that you worked very hard to create that reputation as a defense mechanism as much as for the business it brought in.”
“What can I say? I've never been fond of attachments.”
“Never been fond of them, or never had much of a chance to experience them?”
Darian fell silent as he pondered that question, turning his attention back to his mech and adding a few more stripes of paint.
“I'm sorry if I struck a nerve. It wasn't my intention.”

“You didn't. I was just thinking that you were right, you know. I've never even had a pet. I'm used to being on my own. Not thinking about anyone but myself. Even the jobs I took, those were about me needing cash, or needing the rush, or needing something to alleviate the boredom, it was never about the people who contracted me to find someone.”

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Serpent's Kiss Cover reveal


Serpent’s Kiss Blurb

While searching for their missing sibling, Zaiden and his sister, Kaandhal come across the last pure blooded psy-clairvoyant of their kind. Unfortunately for them, Darian has no idea what he truly is and isn’t much interested in learning, or in helping them locate their brother, Zxex.

A bounty hunter by trade, who’s been all but banished from his family due to his visions, Darian’s a bit cynical about his ability to be of any assistance to them. Never-the-less, Zaiden brings him back to their home Rhumba, where Darian discovers that very little is what it seems.

With plots unfolding all around them and discoveries about his own heritage leaving Darian reeling, he is left with the choice of whether to embrace who and what he is, or spend every moment with them a prisoner on the fringes of their society.


Add in a pesky little bond that only seems to grow the more time he and Zaiden spend together, and several factions looking to gain possession of him and Darian is left wondering if his visions just might be the least of his troubles. 


Cover by Rue Volley





Sunday, April 2, 2017

Rainbow Snippet April 2

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 ont he writing available and get involved yourselves in this awesome exercise. The link to the group can be found HERE.  The following Snippet is from The Art of Displacing Nero, available at amazon.com and through Kindle select.  Nero can be found here!

“And it doesn’t bother you, the wolf whistles and cats calls or the other vulgar things people yell at you while you dance?”
Nero shrugged, looked away, swirled his fingertips through the condensation from his glass and tried not to remember the way it used to make him blush.
“It used to,” He finally admitted without looking up. “After a while, you just get numb to it all. They say that shit ‘cause they know they can get away with it, and if I let them touch a little, then they tip better, so it’s win, win.”
“Is it?”
Nero shrugged again, sighed deeply, chugged the last of the soda in the glass, watered down from the mostly melted ice.
“What do you care? You don’t know me.”

“No, but I know what it looks like to watch someone be unhappy and not be able to find their way out.”