#RainbowSnippets is a Facebook 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.
I’ll admit, I’m cheating a little bit with a longer-than-usual snippet, but I can’t help myself. About 43k into the third Sheltered Hearts book and I get this idea. It slammed into me and demanded I write it. It’s a darker paranormal romance set in a post-apocalyptic world, after dragonfire ended Earth as we know it. The main character is a sassy fox-shifter who is given as his clan’s virgin tribute to the last dragon, to do with as he sees fit–except nothing is as it seems and the monster that Tamsyn’s been conditioned to fear might not be as terrible as the Magi king led him to believe.
I’m 40k into Foxfire and loving it. Tamsyn and Lucian chatter nonstop in my head (at night…when I’m trying to sleep) and their book turned into a trilogy with spinoff potential. So I figured, I’d give you Snippeteers a taste of my little fox today ❤
The being that stood over him was all-too-human, slender and willowy, wearing little more than the inky scales that graced his pale skin. They seemed to ripple with each movement he made, glinting a deep teal-blue where the sunlight bounced off. Tamsyn’s gaze slid up over a broad chest, to look death in the face.
And what a face it was… The dragon’s jaw was strong and sharp against the dipped hollows beneath his cheekbones, where scales feathered out over his skin. Two gold-adorned horns curved back along his hair, to disappear behind his ears. His long black hair cascaded down over his shoulders, shot through with a thick streak of ivory, which had been weaved into intricate braids fastened with golden beads.
Tamsyn couldn’t tear his eyes away from the beautiful monster staring him down. His nostrils flared. The dragon’s scent was thick and heady, smelling of firewood and incense and male. His heart fluttered at his throat as the man leaned in, his thin lips curving into a self-satisfied smirk.
He raised a slender brow. “Like what you see, little fox?”