Rainbow Snippet 3/19/22: From Devin's Boys

  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 Devin's Boys, part of the All-American Boys small-town romance series I am a part of. You can see the graphic below for the other authors in this awesome group. A little more than 6 lines this week, but this is the final snippet from Devin's Boy's which is now available for preorder Here. 

“I heard the door,” Derrick said softly, slightly averting his gaze. “Didn’t want to tell them that ‘cause I didn’t wanna say why I didn’t turn around.”

Gently, he pressed against Derrick’s cheek until Derrick looked him in the eye again. “Can you tell me why?”

The flush spread, pinking up his cheeks even more. “Thought it was Moon.”

“Okay.”

“I…”

The barest shrug, but Devin had a good idea where this was going, so he decided to wait him out and see if he’d open up on his own. Derrick’s fingers lifted the strands of Moon’s hair to his face, inhaling them.

“He smells like rain on the ocean.”

“He got drenched yesterday, took a while to get him warmed up but he still insisted we bring him home to you.”

“None of this feels real. I’m afraid I’m going to wake up alone, that this will all be some crazy amazing dream. I got hit in the head, didn’t I, that’s what this is? I’m really unconscious and floating on pain meds.”

Chuckling, Devin lightly glided the pad of his finger along the bruise on Derrick’s jaw, making him tense.

“Are dreams supposed to hurt?”

“No.”

“Then you’re not dreaming.”