If you’re new to Rainbow Snippets, it’s a Facebook group where authors of LGBTQ fiction post a six-sentence snippet (or there abouts) from a WIP, a published story, or a recommendation, every weekend. You can see all the snippets here.
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Rainbow Snippets – 07.10.18
Home is where you are – The Alphas’ Homestead Book 1 – Novel 65k
If you’re new to Rainbow Snippets, it’s a Facebook group where authors of LGBTQ fiction post a six-sentence snippet (or there abouts) of a WIP, a published story, or a recommendation, every weekend. You can see all the snippets here.
This week…well, today I wrote “THE END” on the last of the Alphas’ Homestead books. Three years and six books in all and now it’s all over bar the shouting—or rather the editing. So, I figured a little something from the story that started it all. It’s kinda weird actually, reading about Caleb and Jacob here, how young they seem to me now after everything I’ve written about them since. I’ll miss them.
His dark hair was matted down on one side of his head, stiff with dried blood, and that side of his face was still struggling to arrange itself. The skin looked furiously hot, drawing Caleb’s attention more than the cloudy blue film over his unseeing eyes.
Caleb cleared his throat. “You have a name?”
“Jacob. Jacob Carpenter.” The deep timbre of Jacob’s voice made Caleb’s head swim. He breathed out hard and had to lay a hand on the wall to steady himself. “Is it bad? I figure it’s bad as I still can’t see nothin’.”
Caleb shook his head, and then realized the futility of the gesture. “I’ve seen worse. You should be fixed right up by the end of the week.”
Jacob nodded. “I feel cold. It’s the damnedest thing.”
Caleb closed his eyes for a second, steeling himself to have to touch the man, and then bent down, pulling the soiled blankets aside, and wrapped Jacob back up.
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Rainbow Snippets – 27.05.18
If you’re new to Rainbow Snippets, it’s a Facebook group where authors of LGBTQ fiction post a six-sentence snippet of a WIP, a published story, or a recommendation, every weekend. You can see all the snippets here.
Today’s snippet…from 72 Seasons, a WIP that I’m making available to my Facebook Readers Groups members and mailing list subscribers. I only have a vague plan so it’s kinda exciting for me to see how it’s going to turn out! Also terrifying. Mostly terrifying.
You can find out the idea behind the project here.
Cal didn’t want to make it too easy for him, so he stepped up close and held out the towel. “Why don’t you dry me off while you decide?”Ben took the towel and lay it over his hand before he started wiping up the inside of Cal’s thighs in long, slow strokes. Cal found himself holding his breath as Ben leaned forward and nuzzled into the side of his cock and murmured, “How does same time each Tuesday sound to you?”
The sound reverberated through Cal’s groin and he had to clear his throat before he could answer. “I’ll have to check my calendar.”
Ben hmmed and closed his eyes. When rubbed his cheek the length of Cal’s burgeoning erection, Cal let out a slow steady breath, checked his watch again, and figured it didn’t really matter if they went a little over time. Just this once.
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Rainbow Snippets – 24.02.18
If you’re new to Rainbow Snippets, it’s a Facebook group where authors of LGBTQ fiction post a six-sentence snippet of a WIP, a published story, or a recommendation, every weekend. You can see all the snippets here.
Today’s snippet…something from my free Valentine story, Perfect. Dale and Patrick are two side characters in the Alphas’ Homestead series. Click here to read (NC-17).
He limped over, not bothering to use his cane for the short distance between the desk and the bed, and slowly lowered himself down to sit at Patrick’s side. Still not daring to look into Patrick’s eyes, Dale took the chain from Patrick’s hand with two fingers, cradling it gently in his large hands. “You don’t have to. If you want time to think about it.”
“I don’t have to think about it.” When Dale didn’t move, Patrick pulled his legs from under the covers and climbed down from the bed to kneel on the cold floor at Dale’s feet. Running his hands up the side of his lover’s thighs, he asked softly, “Do you have to think about it?”
Dale looked down at him for a second then opened the chain out and lowered it over Patrick’s head. “I’ve thought of nothing else since the night you showed up in my bed.
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