Something is missing…

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Hola and welcome to my snippet!

Last week, Sunday crept up on me so I didn’t get a snippet posted. I’ll try to get caught up. 🙂

This week I’m going back to my WIP in the Buchanan House series. This is from Nathan’s POV. You can find the previous snippet here.

This snippet skips ahead a little, but not a lot. I hope you like it!

 

The thought that he and Eric, through Buchanan House, had been sponsors of Oregon Coast Pride helped Nathan regain some of his composure. He’d always flirted with the idea of becoming a part of the community in Portland, but hadn’t done anything beyond clubbing and creating a tiny reputation for himself as a fun party guest.

Felipe was still nowhere to be seen, so Nathan pulled himself from his chair and started mingling. While keeping an eye out for Felipe, of course. Lovely Felipe Zarate who never ran out of energy and whom everyone loved on sight.

Or maybe that’s just me.

Masseuse for Buchanan House, the guests had reason to love Felipe as they were rendered boneless by his talented hands.

 

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The beginning is also an end…

Hand drawing heart in sand on the beachHello and welcome to my snippet!

I’m feeling the Male-Male vibe this week because my next Dreamspinner release has gone into edits and I have a shiny new deadline for the second book in my first-ever series! (I also might have some good news soon, but that’s just a tease for now.)

Regular snippetteers may remember my Oregon Coast story with BFFs Eric and Nathan (Welcome to Buchanan House, to be released in August by Dreamspinner Press!). Here are the first eight sentences of its sequel, which I’ll call BH#2 for now.

Standard warning re: unedited material applies.

 

Nathan had to slap a hand over his mouth to keep from sobbing out loud. The beautiful sunset touched everything in view with a rosy, golden glow, from the water to the light hair of one of the men gathered at water’s edge, from the matte sand beneath three pairs of bare feet to the shiny brass urn held in trembling hands. Not a word was spoken as the gray ashes blew into the receding tide.

After a moment of silence a haunting melody swelled as the shot pulled back, away from the three figures, away from the deserted beach. At the last moment, the brick path leading from the beach to the backyard of Buchanan House came into view. That’s where the shot froze, framing the ending credits beautifully.

The art room of Buchanan House was filled with people, but the noise level didn’t give that away. The audience for the debut of the St. Clouds’ film This Pretty Life had been reduced to sniffles and sighs.

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What does love look like?

482124355Welcome to my snippet!

I’m counting on a little “on sub” luck here—the wrecking yard romance (a.k.a. A Love Type Thing) has been rejected once, and is now out on sub to the only two appropriate publishers that take simultaneous submissions (as far as I know).

This is from Scotty’s POV and takes place the day after a big event at the yard. (Walt is Scotty’s grandfather & the owner of Bell’s Auto Wrecking; Ernie is Scotty’s father.)

 

Scotty slipped past the roll-up door and saw Mercy hugging Walt—which almost made him laugh out loud, because Walt was not much of a hugger and not overly fond of Mercy as a rule.

But that’s not all he saw. He also saw Mick watching.

Mick had looked a little green earlier so Scotty figured he’d give him time to recover from mopping up a puddle of blood before getting in his face about the chance he took, attracting Ernie’s attention. Scotty owed him a good talking-to for that, because he had to have realized Ernie was well past crazy and attracting his attention was risking getting shot. Mick didn’t look green anymore. He rubbed the back of his neck the way guys did when they saw Mercy all cleaned-up in a tight dress. And she was only wearing her work clothes—old black jeans and boots and a white T-shirt with her family’s garage logo on it.

 

I have a kind of a tagline/blurb deal now too, since if these two publishers pass I’ll probably be going indie with it. Let me know what you think! (If you want to…this is way over my 8-sentence limit so stop here if you want to. :))

What does love look like?

Mick Randall spent thirty-two years trying not to answer that question. At least not honestly. Mick’s running from the San Francisco Bay Area, his sights set on Alaska. Escaping his old life seems the only sane choice and the farther away, the better. A few months later, he rolls into a wrecking yard in North Portland. One look at the silhouette of a welder has him reconsidering his plans to flee, and the half-life he’d been living.

Scotty Bell was so stunned when he first saw Mick, he had to force himself not to start a fight to chase away the confusion. Scotty didn’t know what to do with the crazy feelings Mick has stirred up—in his twenty-eight years he’d only ever been attracted to one person, his best friend in the world, Mercy Taylor. Scotty thought having a fuck-buddy was the most he could hope for, but sometimes letting things get complicated is the best way to figure them out.

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A car by any other name…

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Hola, snippet lovers!

Here’s another ten from A Love Type Thing, aka, the wrecking yard romance. I just passed the 16 week mark on this submission and still no word from the publisher. The wait is starting to drive me ’round the bend, so I needed to crack it open and make sure I hadn’t been imagining things… it really does exist. 🙂

Plus, I finished the draft of my opposite-sex romance today so now I can’t look at it for at least a week. Hey, i don’t make the rules…

This picks up immediately after the last line of the last snippet I shared from this story (find it here). The players are Mick (MC#1) and Mercy (MC#2’s oldest friend); Mick’s ’72 VW Bug broke down on the side of the road, and Mercy stopped to see if he needed help. Mercy just asked Mick what his car’s name is, and showed off her curves. Standard warnings re: unedited material and creative punctuation apply.

 

Mick tried for all he was worth not to stare, not to do the one thing that had always been on his list of things he had to do to be safe; if he stared at Mercy’s tits, he might end up with a black eye. “Name?”

“She doesn’t have a name? I thought car guys all liked to name their cars.”

Mick shrugged, he didn’t want to talk about past names that had been hung on the Bug or whether he was really a car guy, what he wanted was to take a long hard look at Mercy’s tits.

Oh, fuck.

“She’s had names, but it just seems weird.”

“Isn’t it weirder if you call her she and don’t give her a name?” Mercy grinned.

 

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It was a moonless night…

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It’s late, but it’s still Sunday so it’s not too late.

Here’s another snippet from my opposite-sex romance (which i should probably post on my opposite-sex romance blog, but i’m still not 100% sure about that pen name…). The story is flirting with 10K words, and I’m having a blast with it. I really doubt any publisher will be interested, but that probably won’t stop me from pestering one or two…

 

Anyway… Glenna and her knight in dusty denim have gotten clear of the tavern, only to run out of gas even farther out in the middle of nowhere. Our hero’s last lines were something about forgetting his gas gauge was busted in all the excitement. (Last week’s snippet is here–please ignore the creative punctuation and the draftyness of both.)

 

The truck door opened with a creak; the night was so quiet it echoed. In case anyone was paying attention I didn’t slam the door shut again, even though it would’ve felt good to slam something.

“Hey.” He scrambled out of the truck and took a few loud steps, but I wasn’t trying to see where he was headed.

I turned my face up, and found another in the series of disappointments that made up my life. On a moonless night the sky should’ve been filled with stars—no such luck, all I saw was black, an empty sky that seemed to swallow even the outlines of the trees lining both sides of the two-lane road, marching away on either side for miles.

“Hey, Glenna, I didn’t mean to imply it was—”

“What?” He’d been shuffling his feet, or walking, or something—I barely saw an outline of what could’ve been him—but he stopped. My voice did sound too loud out there in the stillness, or maybe it was something else. “How do you know my name?”

 

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Escape Plan

tyre-prints-on-soil-021514-tm-1549Hola Snippetteers!

It’s been a long, strange few weeks. 2015 seems to be The Year of the Drama so far…with both writing-life and real-life taking turns leaving tire tracks all across my back. Hopefully that’s all winding down. *fingers crossed*

One way I’ve coped with my crazier-than-usual life is to write something new and completely different. (Different compared to the past three years, anyway.) It may never be more than a group of snippets, but it might grow up to be an Opposite-Sex Romance. If I like it enough, I might even try to get it published, but that’s really not the point. The point is to write something fun, something I can’t not write. This story was inspired by a few songs by the Kenny Wayne Shepherd Band, especially “Was.”

The “I” is Glenna, and aside from a First Draft Squint Warning, I think that’s enough of an intro.

 

I skulked around the parking lot, trying to decide which car to borrow and almost got caught in a pair of headlights. The truck wasn’t old or new, wasn’t clean or bashed all to hell—probably one like it on every street in Portland. It should get me to California and then, well, then I’d figure something out. Seemed like a decent choice, until I saw the driver.

When he got out of his truck, my plan changed. Sort of. Decided I’d boost him right along with the truck. Plain and on the scrawny side, his hair cut short but not too short, he looked like the kind of guy who’d help a lady in distress. He didn’t have to know I wasn’t much of a lady. Not until I’d gotten clear of the crappy little town where I was born and raised.

 

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What’s in a name?

482124355Happy Caturday!

I’m in the home stretch with my submission of the wrecking yard romance, a.k.a. A Love Type Thing. So, since i really wanted to use this picture, you’re getting a snippet from LTT. (Click here for more LTT snippets.)

This is from Mick’s POV, his ’72 VW Bug broke down between the yard and the Mexican place where he grabbed lunch for everyone. Repairs had been going well, even with the drizzle, but Mick’s afternoon is about to get a little brighter.

 

The sight of the dirty white truck jump-started his heart rate before she even opened the door. Mercy got out of the cab and pushed the door closed with a thunk; she took a short moment to look him over and then approached. Her walk reminded him of Tom’s, slinky like a predator; he reminded himself not to tell her that, though. In Mick’s admittedly limited experience, women didn’t appreciate being compared to pets, and he didn’t want to be that kind of a jerk anyway.

“Did she quit on you?”

“Just acting up, shouldn’t take long to get her back on the road.”

“What’s her name?” Mercy leaned her hip against the side of the car, the position of her body made curves that previously had been invisible pop into alluring view.

 

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Better than nothing…

22401361I spent far too long trying to figure out a snippet for this week. Before I let myself be reduced to actual tears, I decided to go for another free read.

This snippet is from “Better Than New,” my contribution to the Goodreads MM Romance Group’s Don’t Read in the Closet event of 2014, Love’s Landscapes.

Theo is the “I.”

 

 

“Say, Red. What’s up with your leg?” The guy was in my math class. Bone-head geometry. If I was any good an angles and trajectories, a lot more than my class schedule would be different.

“Surfing accident. A shark bit off my foot.”

He looked me up and down, no doubt noting my pale and bony qualities, none of which screamed surfer dude.

“Seriously?”

“No. Someone pushed me off a MAX platform and the train rolled over my leg.”

He shot me a strange look and then ducked into the building faster than I could’ve kept up. Not that I wanted to.

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If you’d like to read all of Theo’s story, links to the three major formats are on this page. If you’re interested in the other 200 or so free stories, check out the MM Romance Group at Goodreads. It’s free to join, and some amazing authors donated their time and talent for our collective reading pleasure.

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Back to the coast…

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Happy Snippet Day!

I hope you’re not experiencing the annual holiday crash, but if you are, i can personally attest that mass quantities of milk chocolate fudge provide partial relief.

Okay, enough of that. Plenty of time to freak out in three months when my birthday rolls around.

 

For this week’s snippet i’m going back to the Oregon Coast story. I need to feel better about it before i go back to editing. Hopefully this won’t backfire.

The working title is Welcome to Buchanan House, and this is the first time Eric sees Tim Tate… handyman… superhero… surfer dude!

 

Timothy Tate knocked on the front doors at eight o’clock sharp. Eric had barely been up long enough to start coffee, and Nathan had yet to emerge. They’d slept in one of the rooms on the first floor. The official reason was to keep from having to clean two rooms, but the unofficial reason was to talk into the night like they had back in middle school. Slumber parties for thirty-somethings. Somehow that didn’t make Eric feel any better about meeting this Timothy person.

But opening the door sure did.

Tim Tate was as tall as Nathan, so six-one, he had curly black hair and eyes so dark you could get lost in them.

“Morning.” He wasn’t much for smiling, though.

 

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A Happy Holiday Snippet!

Comfort 1600X2400Happy Snippet Day!

Here’s one from my maiden voyage into indie pubbing—the second edition of my first published male-male romantic story. I’ve changed the title to Comfort (to get a bad taste out of my mouth… don’t ask), but otherwise it’s mostly the same as the first edition. Except the cover.

Sam and Charlie are an established couple, spending Christmas with Sam’s family for the first time, for… reasons that aren’t the point of the story.

 

 

Sam took Charlie’s arm at the top of the stairs and gently turned him around. He’d planned on stealing a kiss before returning to the celebration and was surprised when Charlie grinned and took his hand, pulling in the opposite direction.

Charlie locked the bathroom door and pushed Sam against it. After the shortest of kisses he dropped to his knees and sighed as he worked to get Sam’s pants open. It was harder than it should’ve been, and Charlie laughed softly at his own fumbling fingers. Sam rested a hand on his and with the other turned his face up.

“My turn again already?” He grinned.

Charlie stood up and kissed him, and then chuckled softly as he dropped back onto the floor between Sam’s feet. “You think last night was for you… silly boy.”

 

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I’ve reached the 40K mark in Eric’s story and have no idea where i’m going to get another 10-20K that’s not filler. Still no PNR edits from LI…

Okay, that’s all for me this week. Check out more flashes of fiction at Snippet Sunday!

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P.S. If’ you’ve read this far, you deserve a treat. Comfort is free at Smashwords. Have a Happy Holiday!