Rainbow Snippet 6/25/22: A first look at Saint's Sinner

 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!). 

Claiming Cody

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 Saint's Sinner, my current WIP and the book that will follow Claiming Cody in the Rollin' Jokers series. 

“You can’t promise that! You can’t promise he’ll be okay either!”

“No, but what I can promise is that whoever done this will be made to pay.”

“And that’s supposed to be comforting!”

“Did I say…”

Snarling, Saint cut Mark off by whipping a heavy glass ashtray at his head. Fucker didn’t even have the good graces to try and get out of the way. Would have been nice if he’d pretended it had come close enough to hit him, but Saint’s aim had always been shit when it came to throwing. Mark probably figured moving would be what got him hit. That or he just didn’t give a damn. He hadn’t flinched when glass and plaster exploded outward from the dent it put in the wall. Hadn’t even twitched when shards slip the flesh of his cheek and sent blood spilling down it.

“If this was Teddy, or god forbid, one of my nephews, you’d have destroyed half the town by now!”

“And you’d have been right there beside me.”

“Then why the fuck aren’t we out their doing it now?”

The casual way Mark reached up and brushed a hunk of glass glittered hair from his face took Saint to a whole other level of pissed off. “Because we’re older and supposed to be wiser at this point in our lives, and we both know the cops are itching to swarm this place and lock us under the jail.”