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First time #RainbowSnippets

Popping my #RainbowSnippets cherry today. Found this nice little six-sentence LGBT Facebook group through a new-to-me writing friend (everyone wave to Nell Iris! HI NELL!) and I decided to give my hand at it.

#SecondChances is a sort of ‘prequel’ novella that will start off my small-town MM contemporary romance series. Sheltered Hearts will be a series of stand-alone HEA novels set in an idyllic little town called Sundog Park, and each of them have to do with pets (be it rescues, shelter animals, or just dogs and cats as pets in general) and the men who are blessed with their companionship.

Second Chances tells the story of Nikolas Steele III who runs a sort of Santa’s Workshop thing–yes it’s a Christmas story–and the series of events that follow his ex-boyfriend’s return after six years. Ky Kendall had his own reasons for jumping ship…but both of them seem to be drawn back to each other and they find themselves hoping for a second chance at love and happiness.

So here we go! (I think it might be seven sentences–oops!)

For a moment, all Nikolas could do was stare at the man, whose expression twisted up, almost painfully rueful as their eyes met and held. He didn’t look away and Nikolas couldn’t. He was trapped there, transfixed as his pulse began to jackhammer, shattering every last thought in his mind in rapid succession as he gazed at the dark-haired man who’d walked out of his life six long years ago.

“Hello again, Saint Nikolas,” he murmured.

Niko swallowed around the lump that was fast forming in his throat. Even though he stood right there, right in front of him, smiling despite the world-weary lines etched into his face, Nikolas couldn’t believe his eyes.

Ky Kendall was home.

#RainbowSnippets – 2-17-18

Hey there! It’s that time again! Time for #RainbowSnippets 😀 I really enjoy browsing all the blogs and I definitely need to start commenting on everything. Something to work on, perhaps. I definitely have “imposter syndrome” where I feel like no one will care what I have to say–but I know that’s not true. ANYHOW!

In case you didn’t know, #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.

Apollo and Sebastian went out into the great wide world last weekend and it took all my energy. I didn’t write at all last weekend, but I’ve made up for it this week.

That said, my snippets for the next month or so will be from book #2 — Defying Gravity, which is the story of Sebastian’s good friend and fellow musician, Lazarus Knight, and the young college-age photographer he gets tangled up with.

His lips formed the words without a sound, singing along to the lyrics, up so close that the blast of bass was no doubt deafening.

I cradled the mic in both hands and bent down, crooning soft and slow, and the guy’s eyes went wide with a grin. He was just my type—the soft, boyish sort, slightly nerdy with a floppy mop of dark hair and glasses that he kept shoving back up on his nose. I might’ve just been getting back on the rails after Owen carelessly squashed my heart, but I was still a man. I still had urges, and my dick thought that this guy would hit the spot.

Damn, if he didn’t look so young, I might’ve sampled the wares.

 

#RainbowSnippets – 2-10-18

Happy February! I can’t believe how fast this year is going :0 It’s getting away from me, that’s for sure. I’ve been busy with writing. I (FINALLY) finished Three Dog Night and have started the third book in that series, titled Rescue Me, and I’ve been working on edits and polishing up Little Infinities for release this month. Which brings me to #RainbowSnippets day 😀

In case you didn’t know, #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.

Shameless promo: If you wanna see the cover and blurb for Little Infinities, hop on over to this post and take a look 🙂

I found myself looking into the wide blue eyes of a tiny, wrinkly-skinned alien.

“What is that?” It was naked. There was no fur. Was this a thing now? Like those little yippy designer dogs girls could carry around in their purses? The feline, who was long and skinny with splotches of dark grey over his flesh-colored skin, blinked slowly at me. He regarded me with stink-eye before he walked across my legs to lay down on Apollo’s hip. His tail twitched, annoyed.

Apollo grinned. “Oh my god, Seb, it’s a cat.”

Cover Reveal: Little Infinities

Currently working on finishing edits for Little Infinities, so I figured why not drop the cover and blurb? 🙂 This book was my heart project, it literally flew out of my fingertips and I love Sebastian and Apollo so hard. They’re probably my favorite thing I’ve ever written and I’ve been writing since my teen years.

little infinities ebook
Apollo
 
On my darkest day, a handsome stranger saved me, but one look into his eyes and I knew he was broken, too. I promised myself that one day, I’d find him and thank him, but what do you do when your savior turns out to be rock god Sebastian St. Crow?
 
I’m about to find out…
 
Sebastian
 
On my darkest day, I found someone who needed help maybe even more than I did. Someone whose pain echoed mine, and in that moment, I’d wanted to save him. I gave him a second chance–but forgetting the beautiful young man with those haunted eyes was next to impossible.
 
I can have anyone I want, but I want him…and I think he wants me, too.

#RainbowSnippets – 1-20-18

Hi there, and welcome to the blog 🙂 I’ve been hard at work, between *trying* to finish Three Dog Night before February 1st, editing Little Infinities so I can get ARCs out, and trying to brainstorm Dog Days, but I can’t forget about #RainbowSnippets!

In case you didn’t know, #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.

We’re in Apollo’s POV today for a sexy snippet. I’ll tell you, I’m halfway through edits and my gosh, there is a reason these boys are my favorite thing *ever*!

I sucked at his lower lip and his piercing rasped against my tongue and teeth. I tugged and rolled it between my lips. Sebastian’s body shuddered under my touch and he opened his mouth to welcome me inside.

I dove in headfirst, fearless and brash.

I’d only fantasized about this very moment for four years, nine months, and twenty-three days—but who was counting?

Our skin was static cling. Little bolts of desire rippled through me with each crushing, bruising kiss. Our tongues danced and slid together in tandem, a fight for dominance without an end in sight, and I only broke away to suck in a shaken breath.

#RainbowSnippets – 1-13-18

Hard to believe we’re almost halfway through January 0.0 Where is the time going? Okay, well most of this month was spent sick with the cold/flu which sucked. I dragged butt at the day job and it makes me even more determined to “make it” writing full-time (even if I have to work part-time at the day job–though eventually, my goal is complete self-employment, booyah!) Lord knows I have plenty of ideas. Ideas for DAYS.

I started a “for fun” project that came to me last week, a slightly dark-ish MM paranormal romance between a vampire and his werewolf slave-turned-fated mate. Still in the “honeymoon” phase for this one, but it’s a good break from the dredges of my almost-done Three Dog Night, which I have 16 scenes left on. THE END IS NIGH.

However, today it’s time for my contribution to #RainbowSnippets. In case you didn’t know, #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.

We’re jumping back into Little Infinities, which I will be jumping into edits here soon for a still-hopeful February release 🙂

SEBASTIAN

He made a face. “…You should never trust lettuce. You never know when that shit will turn around and chomp off an arm.” He flicked his fingers over a dark green arugula leaf and wrinkled his nose.

“Not a vegetable fan. Got it.” I stabbed my fork into the salad, crunching it loudly on purpose, and I cracked up when he kicked me beneath the table. I flashed him an evil grin, then stuffed my mouth full of salad and made a show of it, groaning softly with pleasure. “You don’t know what you’re missing, Apollo.”

He rolled his eyes. “You enjoy it for both of us, then.”

He did, however, indulge in the fruity raspberry wine that Penny brought to the table.

“I guess fruit’s not on your shit list then, I take it?” I teased him.

#RainbowSnippets – 12-30-17

2017 is almost over, folks, and I couldn’t be happier. I accomplished a lot this year, but I’m so ready for a new year. Have a lot of changes to make, many of them including publishing. So I’m ready 🙂 That said, it’s the weekend, which means it’s #RainbowSnippets time!

In case you didn’t know, #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.

Since I’m gearing up for Little Infinities’ release in February, I think I’ll give ya’ll a glimpse into Sebastian and Apollo’s heads for the next month or so. These two came out of nowhere (I was 40k into a YA novel for my other penname at the time, but they DEMANDED I write them NOW) and I finished their story in 39 days. As of this post, they are my favorite couple I’ve ever written, and I’ve been writing since 2005 (and publishing since 2011).

Sebastian

Lazarus was a fellow musician whose band had opened for Brackenhyde several years back. We’d become good friends during that tour, though it ended up more of a friends-with-benefits situation. I got to explore my sexuality and he got off—it was win-win, in my book.

We’d hooked up and dated under the table for a few months, but after what had happened to my little brother? The idea of coming out spooked me. Lazarus was the one to gently break it off. He wasn’t happy stuffed back in the closet and it was selfish of me to expect him to be. And yet, I missed what we’d had, because Lazarus Knight was a catch.

Merry Christmas – FREE STORY

Merry Christmas and happy holidays, everyone, and here’s to many more ❤

Until December 26th, you can download my debut MM Christmas novella “Second Chances” on Amazon for FREE! Second Chances is a 28,000 word novella with no cheating, no cliffhanger, and a guaranteed HEA.

This is my gift to you this season. I hope you enjoy Ky and Nikolas as much as I do.

second chances ebook

Universal Amazon Link: myBook.to/KGSecondChances

~Kiska

#RainbowSnippets – 12-23-17

Happy holidays, everyone and welcome back for another round of #RainbowSnippets!

In case you didn’t know, #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.

This week will be an excerpt from Three Dog Night–the book that’s given me utter HELL. I started it last January, and I’m determined to finish it THIS January. Not sure why it’s fought me so much, but it definitely has, lol! Enjoy and have a wonderful holiday season, whatever you celebrate ❤

“Look. Either you move in, or I’m gonna have to take it upon myself to drive out to fucking Bluewater and pick you up every morning at the ass-crack of dawn. Don’t make me do that. It’ll be easier this way. Okay? It’s cool. We’re cool. It’s done. End of discussion.” He felt the sudden urge to stomp a foot to prove his point.

Hemi let out a shaky breath, then seemed to buck up. “Okay. Thank you. I’ll pay you back the minute I can afford—”

Kit raised a hand, jabbing a finger in the younger man’s general direction. “Can you cook?”

“Uh… Yes?” He looked puzzled.

“Good, then you’re hired cuz I can’t. I’ve been living off microwave dinners and Kraft mac and cheese for years. I would just about kill for something that’s not loaded with sodium. I’ll buy the groceries if you cook something better than tomato soup and peanut butter sandwiches. Deal?”

#RainbowSnippets 12-2-17

Happy holidays, everyone! 🙂

Welcome back for another round of #RainbowSnippets!

In case you didn’t know, #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.

Today’s snippet comes from the novel I just finished, Little Infinities. Apollo and Sebastian knocked on my head until I wrote their story, and they just flew out of me. 73k in 39 days. It hasn’t been edited yet–my brain needs a break from them!–but I can’t wait for you guys to meet these two. They’re definitely my favorite guys I’ve written so far 🙂

This is in Apollo’s POV, from Chapter 2:

Ten grand and the shiny, gold-embellished business card of a rather famous modeling agency—that’s what my devastatingly handsome savior had given me the following morning.

I’d been shell-shocked when pulled out his checkbook and wrote me out a check, signed with a flourish of purple ink, for an amount of money I’d never in my life imagined to see.

Me. A worthless teenage whore fresh out of the foster system, dead broke and turning dirty tricks on the streets of upstate New York just to try and survive. I’d gaped at him, utterly confused and uncertain if I should turn him down or take the check and run like hell.

Who in the world would offer someone like me money like that? I didn’t understand.

Free Fic Friday – Worth Waiting For

Inspiration photograph courtesy timeisjustanumber on tumblr

Worth Waiting For

 

Caden wasn’t out. I was.

Yet, I loved him more than life itself. My heartbeat fluttered at every little touch, with every last kiss; my soul seemed to sprout wings and fly whenever he was around, whenever he’d smile in that shy schoolboy way of his.

I wouldn’t lie—knowing that I was his secret, his hideaway lover, kept shrouded from the sunlight in his life? It hurt, but I understood why he did what he did. His home life was a hot mess. His father was a fly-by-night playboy who’d never paid a dime of child support and his mother was an angry drunk. I’d never seen Mona sober, honest to god, and I’d known Caden since we were twelve.

I’d loved him just as long.

For four years, I longed to tell him the truth. I ached to tell him how I felt about him. How I got lost in his whiskey-lullaby eyes. How the low bass rasp of his voice on the phone line, late at night, did all sorts of magical things to me. How I wished I could cradle his face in my hands, smooth back his floppily-unkempt brown hair and lay a gentle kiss atop his nose.

I wished I could promise him the world.

When I did finally confess my love for him, Caden didn’t say anything for several long moments. Our eyes locked together and in their dark amber depths, I saw my soul reflected back at me.

“I love you.” The word had slipped from my mouth, lonely spirits seeking refuge.

“I know.” He’d smiled, then, with a sorrowful tilt to his full lips. “But we… We can’t,” he’d said, ever so softly. He dropped his gaze to our hands, to where I’d flattened my palms against his to hook our fingers together. “I can’t. Not where people can see. I’m sorry, Ryder.”

I shook my head and stepped forwards, drawing our linked hands to my chest. “Then let’s be us where the people aren’t.” I bit my lip, worrying it between my teeth. “I can wait for you, Caden. I can wait until you’re ready.”

His fingers squeezed over mine. “It’s not fair to you.”

“I don’t care. I don’t. So long as we’re together, I’m happy,” I’d promised him.

It was mostly true. My longing was different these days. I wished with all my heart that Caden would be brave enough to step out of the shell that he’d built around himself. I knew it was a safe haven. A fortress where no one could hurt him, because how could they hurt him if they didn’t know the truth.

He told me I was lucky, because my family was the type that welcomed me and my newfound pride with open arms and tears of happiness. He told me that Mona wouldn’t understand, that his older brother would shit a brick. He told me that it wasn’t safe for him, but it didn’t stop me from wishing.

How long until I ran out of wishes?

I gazed up at the snowflakes that drifted down around me, lazy and slow. They settled over my coat and hat with the barest of noises in the silence of the night. My hands in my pockets, I strolled down the lane, void of traffic and people alike. The street lamps that lined the road glowed down over the sidewalk, catching the snowflakes in their yellow pallor.

I stood outside the elementary school playground. When I was seven, the swing sets and the slide seemed so much bigger, so much more vast… Now, I saw it for what it was: A small square of land with an ancient aluminum slide and a rickety swing set, its chains squeaking gently with each soft bluster of wintry air. The chain-link fence that surrounded the lot was old and rusty and peeled away at one corner where the neighborhood kids snuck in after hours. After so many repairs, the school finally gave up trying to mend the hole.

I smiled at that. How many evenings had we spent together out here, stolen away on a pair of swings, holding hands beneath the cover of darkness and talking without so many words?

I breathed in the crisp smell of winter—clean and fresh and untouched—and closed my eyes. I tilted my face back until I felt tiny snowflakes gathering in my lashes to melt against the warmth of my skin. My cellphone stayed eerily silent in the back pocket of my jeans. Where are you? 

Meet me at the school. I need you. That was the last text he’d sent. Two hours ago. I would wait for him. I promised him that I would. It didn’t matter that we had class in the morning, though we were only a couple weeks away from graduation now. Soon we’d don our caps and gowns and take the short walk into adulthood. After that?

They said that the world was our oyster, but could I spend the rest of my life, hung up on a boy who may never give me all of himself? Were we doomed from the beginning, undeserving of a happily ever after?

Ryder.”

I twisted around at the sound of my name, almost moaned from the busted lips of my best friend, my secret boyfriend, the guy who meant everything to me. In the dim glow of the street lights, I saw the dark smear of blood over his nose and mouth to drip down the front of his hoodie. He stood there with his arms wrapped so tight around himself, as if he was desperately trying to hold the broken pieces together.

Panic ripped through me, followed quickly by an overwhelming sense of concern.

“Oh my god, Caden! What happened?” I was at his side in an instant. He threw his long arms around me and buried his face in my jacket, and I held on tightly. He began to sob in broken, jagged breaths. It broke my damn heart. “Cade. Talk to me. What happened? Did she hit you?” The idea of Mona, drunk off her ass and taking her self-destruction out on Caden made me ache.

He wiped snot and blood away with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. His eyes were wild, glancing back and forth, up and down—everywhere but at me. “Y-Yeah, I… I told her, Ry. I told her the truth and I shouldn’t have, ‘cause she was drunk, but I thought maybe, maybe she’d just hiccup and tell me to go out and buy her smokes, but she freaked. She really… Fuck. She’s so pissed.” He raked his hands through his hair, yanking at the nut brown locks.

“I’m sorry, baby,” I murmured with emotion thick in my throat. He’d come out. Isn’t that what I wanted? But he looked so broken, so scared. “Come here, Caden.” I pulled him closer and wiped the blood away from his face with the stray Kleenex I found stuffed into my left coat pocket.

He sniffed and closed his eyes. “What happens next?” he whispered. “I can’t go back home.”

“No. You’re not going back there. You’re coming home with me,” I told him firmly. “My parents adore you. They know, and it’ll be okay. I promise, we’ll get through this. Graduation isn’t too far away and then we’ll be free to get real jobs—not some dinky ass part-time burger flipping jobs, either. I’ve been saving money anyway, for an apartment. For us.”

His eyes went wide. “For us?”

I nodded with a small smile. “If you wanted.”

But instead of looking relieved, his expression crumpled like a torn page tossed into a waste paper basket. He swiped a hand over his face when tears began to fall once more. “Ryder… What the hell do you see in me? I don’t deserve you.”

“You’re wrong,” I said gently. I caught his hands in mine and drew us together, like I had the day I poured my heart and soul out to him. I kissed his knuckles and pulled them to my chest. “You deserve the world and if I could give it to you, I would in a heartbeat. I wish I could take away your pain and give you bravery instead. You are sweet and gentle and the kindest damn person I’ve ever known, okay, and I love you.”

He pulled his hands free, only to rest them on either side of my neck. His cold fingers trailed over my skin and I shivered, but it was soon forgotten as he kissed me. His lips brushed over mine with a tender sort of ferocity that made me reach for him, to drag him closer. “I love you, too,” he murmured against my mouth, voice hitching. “So, so much. I’m a fool and a coward and—”

“Shh.” I bit his lip, tugging it between my teeth. “You are not.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“You do.”

He melted into my touch, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, breathed in his summer-sky smell, and listened to the rapid thud-thud of his heart. I clung to him and we stood there, under the snowflakes and the lamp light, for what seemed like forever until, finally, he let me go.

Caden dragged in a deep breath and let it seep back out between his teeth. “You think so?”

It took me a moment to realize what he was asking. I nodded. “I know so. Come home with me tonight, and tomorrow night, and every night after that. If anyone is undeserving, it’s your mom. She can’t see how great of a person you are through the vodka-induced coma she’s living in.” I snorted.

He cracked a small grin. “You’re right.” He reached his hand out to me, palm up and fingers waiting. “You think your parents will freak if they find me in your bed come morning?”

My own smile felt positively wicked as I leaned up and planted a swift kiss on his lips. “Probably, but who cares, right?” I took his hand in mine and squeezed. His laugh made heat bloom to the surface of my chilled skin, reverberating up my arm to swell inside of me. It felt like hope. It felt like love. “I think so long as we’re both wearing pants, we’ll be fine.”

“Aw. Where’s the fun in that?” He giggled soft.

“That’s why we’re gonna get an apartment together, remember?” I tugged on his arm. “It can be a pants-free zone. We just have to wait a little bit longer. I can wait for you, Caden. I told you that a long time ago.” I felt that truth deeper than the marrow in my bones. The smile that stretched across his face lit up my world.

“You think?”

“I know. Some things are just worth waiting for.”