#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.

#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.

#RainbowSnippets – 11/25/17

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.

One last little tease for Second Chances, since I hope to have it edited, formatted and published before next weekend (cross your fingers!) 😀

“Please…”

Nikolas nipped his collarbone, teeth scoring into sensitive skin. “Patience, baby,” he tutted and then his warmth was seeping away as he backed away and Ky wanted to howl. He leaned against the wall, breathing hard, but he didn’t look away from Nikolas.

The other man winked and stripped from the Santa Claus coat, folding it over the back of the chair. He kicked the oversized gold-buckle boots off and shimmied out of the crushed velvet slacks. “These cost a fortune to dry clean,” he said, but Ky’s gaze was locked on the bulge hidden away in Nikolas’s candy cane boxers.

 

#RainbowSnippets – 11/18/17

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 I’m sharing with you an excerpt from Second Chances, which is my holiday novella that will be coming out shortly. It’s a little longer than six sentences, but it lost something. I won’t tell if you don’t 😉

 

“Ky? You’re here early. What are you—” But his words were stolen away as Ky crossed the distance in two long strides and kissed him. There was nothing gentle or curious or even hesitant about the kiss; his hand cupped the back of Nikolas’ neck and dragged him closer, until he could feel the heat of his body. Feel the way the other man shivered, then melted into the kiss.

And melt he did. A soft, breathy moan of pleasure escaped him when Ky pulled back. The look that Nikolas gave him, though… It took the cake. Hope and desire and need wrapped up in paper and tied with a golden bow. “Ky…”

“Don’t talk,” Ky mumbled, glancing sidelong to catch a glimpse of the clock. “We still have two minutes until we open. I don’t want to talk. I want to kiss you.

 

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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.