August 27, 2016

Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook group where authors share weekly snippets of their works in progress.

Today’s snippet occurs just shortly after last week’s. Brooks and Foster have been interviewed for a job at a gay club.

On the way back to the apartment building, Brooks thought about everything that had happened. “Why do you suppose he wanted to see us naked?” he asked Foster.

“I don’t know, but we can’t afford to be choosey. We can dance, right? I’m guessing we’re going to do it in front of people. I mean, he said entertainment.”

“Do you think we’ll be doing it naked?” Brooks asked.

“Maybe? I can’t think of another reason he’d want to see us without clothes.”

“Humans are so weird.” Brooks shook his head. “What do you think he meant about tricks?”

“That’s the part that worries me. I can do a handstand. Maybe a cartwheel.”

“Why would anyone want to watch someone do a cartwheel naked?”

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August 20, 2016

Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook group where authors post snippets of their work every week.

Today’s snippet is from my WIP River Wolf Pack/Angel Hills Pack. Unedited.

Foster grabbed Brooks’ arm, stopping him.  A “help wanted” sign leaned against the dirty glass of a window. Brooks looked at Foster, who shrugged. The place was pretty crummy looking, but did they have a choice? They’d been looking for work for weeks. Brooks pulled open the door and let Foster walk ahead of him into the dark interior.

“Can I help you?” a gruff voice asked.

Gradually, Brooks’ eyes adjusted to the dimness and focused on a man standing behind a bar. He was tall, dark-skinned, and had a scar running down his cheek to the middle of his neck.

“We saw the help wanted sign,” Brooks said.

The man looked them up and down. “You have any experience in the entertainment business?”

Brooks opened his mouth to say no, but Foster was quicker.

“Yes.”

The man walked out from behind the bar. “Follow me to my office.”

Foster gave Brooks a look that said he’d had to lie. “How hard could it be?” he mouthed, and Brooks nodded understanding.

The man’s office was small and messy, with papers everywhere. A laptop sat open on a rickety wooden desk. The man plopped down into a ripped vinyl chair that squeaked.

“Let’s see what you got.” He made a grabby gesture with his hands. Again, Brooks looked at Foster, but the coyote-shifter didn’t seem to understand what the man wanted either. “Take your clothes off,” the man said, looking exasperated.

 

 

August 14, 2016

Rainbow Snippets is a group on Facebook where authors can share pieces of their work in progress.

Today’s snippet is from my WIP Omega Arrival, which spins off from my River Wolf Pack series. In this snippet Justin, one of the omegas traded to Angel Hills Pack, meets some of the alphas and betas looking for an omega mate.

After a moment, the man called Tarz walked into the building, shutting the door on bright morning sunlight and birdsong. Again, Justin felt the blacksmith’s gaze like an unwelcome touch. The man reminded him so much of Stone, Justin’s bowels turned to water.

Tarz walked up to where the omegas were seated, and Grey introduced him to each. Gabriel held himself aloof, obviously not caring for the man, but London smiled at Tarz and the twins didn’t seem bothered. Justin knew just because the blacksmith was powerful and looked a bit like Stone didn’t mean he was a sadist like Justin’s former mate, but he couldn’t shake the unease he felt around the man.

August 7, 2016

Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook group where authors share pieces of their work. Today I’m sharing another bit from my WIP The Vampire’s Consort. In Nox, the underground world of the vampires, Birch meets Draven at the bar.

“So Athan really did it, then. Got himself a consort.”

“Something wrong with that?” Birch lifted his chin.

“You’re blushing, how delightful. No wonder Athan chose you.” Draven cocked his head. “Although there’s something more about you. I just can’t put my finger on it.”

Uncomfortable, Birch looked around for Athan, but he was busy talking to a group on the other side of the bar. At a table nearby, Serafino fed an amber liquid to Lucine from a narrow glass.

“Don’t expect Fino to come rescue you,” Draven said lightly. He grinned at Birch’s astonished look. “Actually, you’re far safer sitting here with me than you would be with that one. You know what his name means, don’t you?”

Birch shook his head.

“It means burning one or serpent.” Draven chuckled. “Surely, as a human, you have studied the Bible.”

A chill ran down Birch’s back, but he jutted his chin defiantly. “And what does your name mean?”

Draven’s blue-green eyes widened a bit as his lush mouth spread in a smile. “My name means hunter. Take that as you will. And, before you ask, your intended’s name means immortal. Rather boring if you ask me.” He rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink. Lifting his hand, he got the attention of the female bartender. “Another one of these, please. And one for my friend, here.”

The woman glanced at Birch before nodding and reaching under the counter.

Birch wasn’t sure he wanted to accept, but something about Draven made him feel he had to prove himself. So when the bartender set down the glass of pinkish liquid, he tentatively took a sip.

“Already moving in on my territory?” Athan’s voice from behind Birch startled him into spilling some of his drink.

July 23, 2016

Rainbow Snippets is a fun Facebook group where authors gather weekly to share pieces of their work.

Today’s snippet comes from book 4 of my River Wolf pack series, which has River and his mate and friends on a quest for a new territory. The book will also tell about Milo, Justin, and the others in the Angel Hills Pack, which is anxious for the new omegas to start breeding. This scene comes very early in the book when River finds Patrick (one of the rogues he took in a while back) lounging on an overhang watching Jax, Brooks, and David below.

Patrick nodded to River in greeting as a sudden breeze ruffled his ginger-colored hair. Below, River could see Jax, David, and Brooks laughing and splashing in the pool. Why Patrick was watching them, River wasn’t sure, although it was certainly a pleasant place to sit–the view of the rounded green mountains rolling into the distance nothing less than spectacular.

River watched David jump onto Jax’s back, the human staggering briefly under the weight before heading for deeper water. Brooks disappeared under the surface and shot up again in a rush, knocking David off Jax and under water. David came up sputtering and sent a large splash into Brooks’ face.

“I’ve never liked humans,” Patrick suddenly broke into River’s thoughts about how much fun the three men seemed to be having. “After what they did to my pack, I despised them.”

“Anyone would,” River said.

Patrick turned to him, his lean, pale body freckled from recent sun exposure. “I didn’t like you much when I met you. Thought you were crazy for what you were doing. I mean, didn’t you realize how ruthless humans are? Didn’t you know that they’d killed children? My whole fucking family?” He looked back over the cliff to the men splashing below. “And you’d mated a half-human. I couldn’t imagine that Josiah could be anything but cruel.”

July 16, 2016

Rainbow Snippets is a fun Facebook group where authors share pieces of their work.

Today’s snippet is from my WIP sci-fi paranormal.

“I’m sure you are being mellow dramatic,” Ezzy said.

“Me?” Michael couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black.” The way Ezzy just stared told Michael the Daosians had different words for their cooking implements. Either that, or Ezzy had never set foot in a kitchen. He wouldn’t be surprised if it were the latter. “You’re the one who’s mellow dramatic.”

Ezzy made a face. “I am sure Quinn’s parents adored you.”

“They liked me fine. It was the grandparents who despised me.”

“Again, I think you are exaggerating.” Ezzy examined his fingernails.

“Twat,” Michael said.

“I beg your pardon!” Ezzy laid a hand on his chest, looking offended. “The Twats have tiny brains and eat their own excrement!”

Michael stared at his friend for a moment before breaking into laughter.

“Oh, my God. Okay, you’re not a twat. But seriously, Quinn’s grandfathers kept crinkling their noses and asking me questions like they thought humans were savages.”

Ezzy shrugged. “You are only half-human. Anyway, who cares what they think? I am willing to bet Quinn does not.”

July 9, 2016

Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook group where authors post a bit of their work every week.

This is another piece from my paranormal sci-fi mpreg WIP. Unedited.

The set-up: Michael is prone to anxiety and has recently found out he’s a werewolf alien and pregnant with his alpha mate’s child. Quinn (Michael’s mate) has taken Michael to the doctor, who turns out to be a species that looks remarkably like the disgusting, giant garden slugs his grandmother used to have in her backyard.

As the slug-man undulated its way into the room, Michael gave in to a full-body shudder.

“I can’t do this,” he said.

Quinn looked really concerned now. “You can’t do what?”

Michael’s eyes went to the doctor, who was adjusting the light over the table with long, glistening fingers .

“Hop up here, Michael, and I’ll have a look at you,” Dr. Gunwanoll said in that voice that sounded as though he was gargling pudding. As the alien moved, Michael could see it left a slick trail of slime in its wake.

Michael shook his head. “No.”

Quinn ran his hand soothingly over Michael’s back.“Michael.”

“No,” Michael repeated, louder this time. He turned and ran out of the room, not paying any attention to where he was going. He turned several corners before slowing down, heart beating almost painfully in his chest. He struggled to bring his breathing under control. There was no way he was letting that—that thing touch him, no matter what Quinn said.

Michael took off one way, changed his mind, and ran in the other direction, covering the same ground like a confused rat in a maze. Finally, he forced himself to stop and think. He needed a place to hide. Spotting what appeared to be a closet, he slipped inside and shut the door.

He heard voices and recognized Quinn’s as well as the glugging speech of Dr. Gunwanoll. Damn, how fast could that mother fucker slide around? Michael tensed, but the voices got farther away rather than closer. It was awful to run from Quinn, and a large part of Michael wanted to call to his mate. He would if it weren’t for the slug doctor.

Michael didn’t know what part of the castle he was in, and he didn’t care as long as he didn’t have to let that gelatinous alien lay its slimy two-fingered hand on him. Taking deep, even breaths, he managed to slow his heart rate and dispel the light-headed feeling that had overcome him when he realized he wasn’t halluciating and that thing was going to touch him. How could anything in the universe look like that and be a talking, functioning being? Shuddering, he covered his face with his hands and tried not remember the feel of the slimy things between his toes on dark mornings when he’d walked out his grandmother’s front walk to get the newspaper.

July 2, 2016

Rainbow Snippets is a fun Facebook group where every week authors share snippets of what they’re writing.

More of my contemporary WIP that I shared last week. Unedited.

“You’re sorry. Again, you’ve said that. You lied to me and embarrassed me, Ethan. I don’t normally do hook-ups like that, but I ignored my better judgment because we’d hit it off so well.”

“We did hit it off well! I felt it, too.”

Donovan ignored me. “When I found out the conference was so close to where you lived—or where I thought you lived, because evidently you don’t live in Marietta—it seemed like the perfect chance for two adults to have some fun. Again, something I don’t normally do, but I liked you and was attracted to you. I’ve learned my lesson. How many men have you lured that way?”

“What? None! Only you. I mean, I didn’t lure you.” I covered my face with my hands and groaned into them. “I liked you and wanted to meet you. And, yeah, I didn’t tell you the real name of my town, because at first I didn’t think it was safe to do that. Later, I was just embarrassed. It’s such a small place, and so backward, especially compared to New York City. Those were the only two lies, I swear. Oh, except…” Fuck.

“Except what?” Donovan’s blue eyes narrowed.

My heart hammered in my ears.

“You might as well tell me. It doesn’t matter much now.”

He was right. What did I have to lose? I needed to tell it all.

“That was my first time,” I said softly.

June 25, 2016

Rainbow Snippets is a fun Facebook group where authors share weekly bits of their writing. My contribution this week comes from yet another WIP–this one in the Partners universe. unedited

Rider and Nicco have moved in together and are attending the yearly function for their police station.

 

Rider looked around. At their table, Nicco was laughing with Chelsey, who had taken Rider’s seat. Eric and Delia were on the dance floor. Resigned, Rider took the seat next to Chelsey.

“How are you doing,” he asked her with a smile that probably didn’t reach his eyes.

“Good, Rider. How are you?” Chelsey had dimples and a button nose. Rider recalled she used to sit on Nicco’s lap a lot. “Nicco says you two have gotten a place together.”

Rider glanced at Nicco. How much had he told her? “Yeah. Sure did.”

Chelsey laughed. “We practically lived together when we were dating. He’s a mess, isn’t he?”

Rider reached over for the drink he’d left on the table and belted down the rest.“Definitely.”

“I’m not that bad,” Nicco said good-naturedly. He seemed to be enjoying Chelsey’s attention, but when she got her phone out of her purse and looked at it, he mouthed at Rider, “You okay?”

Rider nodded.

“You look kinda freaked out.”

Jesus, Nic, what do you expect, with you sitting here talking to your ex? Rider just shook his head.

Chelsey got off the phone. “Dance with me, Nicco. For old time’s sake.”

June 12, 2016

Rainbow Snippets is a fun Facebook group where authors post weekly snippets of their work.

Ethan and Donovan meet online. Donovan is a thirty-year-old doctor and doesn’t know that Ethan is actually five years younger than he told him (19). When Donovan goes to a medical conference in Atlanta, he wants to meet up with Ethan for the night. Ethan’s determined that Donovan not find out just how young and experienced he is. WIP, unedited.

Fuck, how could I have miscalculated my father’s innate ability to mess up my life by snooping? At eight o’clock the next morning, I walked down to the lobby with Donovan to have breakfast in the dining room, my body completely numb from the orgasm I’d had after awakening to Donovan’s mouth on my cock.

I had to say, I felt pretty smug. After all, the night before had been spectacular. Sure, the guilt I’d been suppressing was seeping back in. Now that I’d met Donovan in person, I knew he really was the great guy he’d seemed to be online, and I hated that I was still lying to him. But when was the right time to say—hey, by the way, I lied about being twenty-four. And when you fucked me last night? That was my first time. I’d dug myself deeper and deeper into a hole, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to get out of it. Donovan wanted to keep in touch, and I really wanted that, too.

I was so preoccupied trying to figure out how to make all this right, I didn’t immediately see Alys standing near the elevators looking miserable with my dad glowering beside her. Dad’s girlfriend Lois was there, too, sitting on the fancy couch, expression uncomfortable. She looked like she’d been dragged out of bed with no time to fix herself up.

When Dad saw us, he stepped forward, smoke practically coming out of his ears.