Link to my snippet…

notes-723339_1920Hola Snippetteers!

I’m posting today as my alter-ego, Charli Coty. Visit me here for six sentences from a new story that should be hitting eReaders in late spring/early summer.

To find links to more snippets, visit the Rainbow Snippets FB Group. It’s a public group and everyone is welcome to join.

Have a wonderful weekend~stay warm!

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#RainbowSnippets : 6 from the love interest…

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Welcome, lovers of LGBTQ+ books! Huge thank you hugs to everyone who has made it such a fun place to visit. I’ve been looking forward to the support and encouragement in your comments every week–and not only on my own posts!

Today’s snippet is from my WIP (that’s due Monday!), Book 3 in my Buchanan House series set at a queer retreat on the central Oregon coast. We’re in Brandon’s POV today (the love interest :)). Previous snippets can be found here.

Brandon sat at his desk  trying to get caught up on paperwork, but not having much luck in forcing his mind on task. His current interior monologue centered on why he’d hidden out at his mom’s on his days off instead of going back to the camp and pursuing Kyle. He and Minnie had both enjoyed the conversation and the cribbage and her garden had needed attention she wasn’t up to giving it anymore, so at the time it hadn’t seemed like hiding out. Hindsight forced him to question his motives.

Why? A hookup is a hookup and that’s all it was, all it was supposed to be, wrap your mind around that, Smith.

 

Thanks for reading!

Don’t forget to visit the Rainbow Sinppets FB group for more links to great fiction. The gang posts throughout the weekend, so check back a few times if you can.

If you know of any readers who would be interested please feel free to link them to the group on Facebook–the more the merrier. You don’t have to post a snippet to be a part of the community!

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An inappropriate smile…

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Welcome, lovers of LGBTQ+ books! It’s that time again, when writers and bloggers share 6 sentences of fiction or a book rec.

It’s been a long week, i hope you’re enjoying the weekend (or whatever day you happen to read this :)).

I’ve been sharing from book three of my first-ever series, the Buchanan House Love Stories, and yesterday i learned the audio version of book #1 has finished production! It’s surreal to listen to my words in the hands of a professional voice actor! In about three weeks Buchanan House should hit Audible. Stay tuned for updates…if you like audio books.

Now for the reason you visited in the first place. We’re back with Kyle today; I’ll be snippeting from BH#3 until i make that deadline on Feb. 1 and maybe a bit longer. This is the third bit of BH#3; if you missed any and want to catch up you can find them all here.

Today’s follows directly after last week’s; Kyle’s just thought about how his friends are going to be setting him up with “someone nice” over the long weekend. Please squint while you read, so the creative punctuation and unedited prose won’t hurt your eyes.:)

 

A smile spread across Kyle’s features even as he tried to keep a handle on it; he was at a funeral, and the only non-white person in attendance so he already stuck out without an inappropriate smile on his face. The face that was a perfect replica of his father’s—Kenzou Shimoda—even though Kyle’s mother had been French Canadian and Irish.

A deep voice called out softly for Paulie, breaking into Kyle’s thoughts of his mother.

“Brandon?” Paulie sounded surprised as he extended a hand toward the Lincoln City police officer. Brandon Smith wasn’t in uniform, but even if Kyle hadn’t known what he did for a living Brandon’s posture spoke of strict discipline and hyper-alertness.

 

Thanks for reading!

Don’t forget to visit the Rainbow Sinppets FB group for more links to great fiction. The gang posts throughout the weekend, so check back whenever the mood strikes.

If you know of any readers who would be interested please feel free to link them to the group on Facebook–the more the merrier. You don’t have to post a snippet to be a part of the community!

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BH#3, the snippetry continues…

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Welcome, lovers of LGBTQ+ books! It’s been overwhelmingly gratifying to see how fast interest in the #RainbowSnippets group has grown. Huge thank you hugs to everyone who’s participated! I’ve been looking forward to the support and encouragement in your comments every week.

If you know of any readers who would be interested please feel free to link them to the group on Facebook–the more the merrier. You don’t have to post a snippet to be a part of the community!

We’re back with Kyle today; I’ll be snippeting from BH#3 until mid-Feb at least. Last time i shared the opening, if you missed it you can find it here. For today’s i’ve skipped a few sentences to get closer to the fun part of Chapter One. The funeral is over but Kyle and Paulie haven’t left yet. Paulie’s just scanned the remaining faces, obviously looking for someone in particular.

 

Kyle had a moment to wonder if Paulie was disappointed or only preoccupied before a familiar form separated from the slow procession toward the parking lot. Kyle knew Paulie’s invitation to spend the weekend at Buchanan House was meant to hide a set-up, but he couldn’t bring himself to be upset about it. Ever since Paulie and Nathan’s wedding six weeks before, he’d been waiting for it. Three boutonnieres and a wedding bouquet hitting him square in the chest turned out to be a signal even he couldn’t fail to notice. It looked like all of Kyle’s friends knew he wanted to find someone nice.

Ha, someone nice. How many times have I heard that in the past year?

 

Thanks for reading!

Don’t forget to visit the Rainbow Sinppets FB group for more links to great fiction. The gang posts throughout the weekend, so check back a few times if you can.

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A new WIP for #RainbowSnippets

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Welcome to my Rainbow Snippets post. In case you haven’t heard, RS is a group on Facebook where authors and bloggers get together on the weekends to share six sentences of fiction or a book recommendation. You’re officially invited to become a member of the group, to post or to read the weekly snippets, or both. It’s a laid-back group (it runs on West Coast US time, so it kind of has to be ;))–members leave links to their snippets on the pinned post and everyone hops around reading when they’re able.

This week i’m posting from a new story because it’s on deadline and i need the encouragement. 🙂 If accepted this will be the third book in my Buchanan House series (technically the 4th, but more on that later), in which Kyle Shimoda gets tortured for about 200 pages on his quest to find someone nice and settle down. These are the first six sentences, unedited and rife with creative punctuation, so please squint a little while you’re reading.

Kyle reminded himself for the tenth time (at least) that he stood graveside at a stranger’s funeral for Paulie. Even though the mere thought of a funeral made his skin crawl, if Paulie needed an escort Kyle would push his own feelings aside and be there for him.

Dwelling on that felt better than the knowledge that attending a funeral was better than what he would’ve been doing otherwise—playing second fiddle at Puddle Jumper or dancing with any man who didn’t say no and hoping he wouldn’t turn out to be another dead end. Not that Kyle would be dancing and drinking in the middle of the day. His life had been reduced to work and sleep, with increasingly smaller portions of fun sprinkled in.

Valentine’s Day was last weekend; get over it already.

 

Thanks for reading!

To find links to more snippets, visit the Rainbow Snippets FB Group. It’s a public group and everyone is welcome to join. Have a lovely weekend!

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A few more sentences won’t hurt…

Hola Snippetteers!

Here’s another bit from SB, it picks up right where last week’s left off. We’re still in Ezra’s POV, so the “he” is Red. The usual caveat to squint while reading (and ignore the creative punctuation :)) applies.

 

He always wore nice button-down shirts, in videos or going to the Mini Mart in Drop—jewel-tone red, purple, black—that looked like silk.

“Where are you headed?”

“Nowhere, just out driving.”

Even in the dark I could see his brilliant smile; he probably paid good money for that whiteness. I couldn’t see his long black hair or whether he was clean shaven or had that short patch of beard he sometimes wore on his chin, but the smile did me in on its own.

“Where are you headed out here on foot in the middle of the night?” Red asked.

“Home.” A few steps closer won’t hurt. Maybe.

 

Thanks for reading, and for the “on sub” luck! *fingers still crossed*

Let me know what you think in the comments, and then head over to the Snippet Sunday group on Facebook for links to more snippets!

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More from the side of the road…

Hola Snippetteers!

Last week I promised a proper intro to my new story so here it is—along with another snippet.

My latest project that’s out on submission is an LGBTQ+ Romance featuring Ezra Cook, who was assigned female at birth and identifies as bisexual and genderqueer. Ezra is caregiver to older brother Tray, who’s living with early-onset Alzheimer’s, and they live in an unincorporated area outside the small town of Drop, Oregon. Drop is about halfway between Portland and the coast, near where i used to live, and is completely fictional. 🙂

The story, which i’ll call SB for now, is told in alternating first person POV. This snippet picks up right where we left off last week so we’re still riding along with Ezra, who was walking home in the dark and the rain when a car pulled off the road.

 

Red Richardson, also known as Ellred Long, the name he got the day he was born. Back from Los Angeles where he never really made it but came close enough to be a Big Man in this little backwash town of five hundred (give or take). What he was doing that far off the highway or any of the main roads, I had no clue.

“Hey,” he shouted. Even just hearing him shout you couldn’t help but know the man could sing. “Let me give you a lift. It’s starting to rain again.”

Slowly, to give myself time to figure out what was going on, I approached the passenger side of the car. I didn’t want to get in—that was trouble waiting to happen if I’d ever seen it—but I wasn’t looking forward to walking for another two hours either. I bent at the waist to look in the window, a safe four feet between me and the car; a blast of warm air hit my face and I tried not to look too hard at him.

Thanks for reading!

Let me know what you think in the comments, and then head over to the Snippet Sunday group on Facebook for links to more snippets!

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It’s been a while…

Hola Snippetteers!

I’ve missed you guys! Today i hit send on another novel, so i thought i’d share a bit and see what you-all think. And if the story gets a little “on sub” luck out of the deal, so much the better.

These are the first 10 sentences so i’ll hold off on an intro for now, but will warn you that this is an unedited snippet, best read while squinting. 🙂

 

It had been a while since the last time a moving vehicle hit me, but I wasn’t in the mood to take chances. The night was dark—no moon and only a smattering of stars peeking between the clouds, but at least the rain had stopped—and even though the county road I walked along was flat I’d just passed a blind turn. A blind turn the locals had been known to straighten now and then, especially when the weekend and low visibility coincided.

I ran toward the neighbor’s fence, their patched fence with a boulder guarding the apex of the turn, and hoped whoever sat behind the wheel didn’t mean to run me down. The way my luck was going that night, with the unexpected rain and Granddad’s truck quitting, it surprised me when the car stopped and I still stood upright.

The GTO, the 1964 stock GTO that I knew to be deep purple but looked black just then, rocked gently and then settled. It rocked again when he leaned across the seat to roll the window down. Even if he’d seen the truck he wouldn’t know who I was. He’d left town before we moved here, and only one thing about me is at all noteworthy anyway. Everyone knew the day he came back to town.

 

Thanks for reading!

Let me know what you think in the comments, and then head over to the Snippet Sunday group on Facebook for links to more snippets!

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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?”

 

Thanks for reading!

Check out more snippets on the Snippet Sunday Facebook Group, you’ll be glad you did.

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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.

 

Thanks for reading!

Check out more snippets on the Snippet Sunday Facebook Group, you’ll be glad you did.

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