Rainbow Snippet May 27-28

May 27, 2018

 

 

 

 RAINBOW SNIPPET 

 

Having almost completed the final edits to my upcoming fantasy release, I'm emerging from my dark lair to post my Rainbow Snippet from that story. Phew. *wipes sweat and tears from face*

 

Twenty-One Arrow Salute—book #2.5 in the Order series—is coming out in two weeks. Hurrahh! It's about hot, young Elves who are Royal Archers trying to figure shit out. And sometimes failing at it.  

 

 

To read other little teasers and get some great LGBTQ+ book recs, visit Rainbow Snippet Group on Facebook, where authors share six sentence snippets from their work every Saturday.

 

 

An archer’s heart is a hard target to hit… 

Verhan Tŭrryés of Black Mountain is a handful.

Freshly enlisted in the Highland Regiment, he does all he can to steer clear of responsibility and commitment. Just not his cup of mead, that. Loose of tongue and even looser of morals, he rarely misses an opportunity to get into trouble—and into the other archers’ knickers, too.

In a unit composed almost entirely of Dark Elves, Hernan Seinnés, with his green eyes and auburn hair, is an outsider. When Verhan, up the creek again, is blackmailed into helping Hernan, he never expects to fall for him. But during the long hours spent training Hernan for the Honour Guard, feelings strike the Highlander right in the heart—and with the force of an arrow.

Unversed in relationships, Verhan finally plucks up enough courage to tell Hernan how he feels, only to drive the Asirhwӱnian away instead. If Verhan can swallow his pride, he might get one last chance to show Hernan what he means to him—and maybe this time he can hit the mark.

 

I wasn’t prepared for his whole face to light up from within. I’d never known anyone who smiled that way. Feeling as if he sucker-punched me, I didn’t dare to move, transfixed at the sight of green sparks glowing in his eyes. The tiny lines that formed at their corners tilted up towards his eyebrows and his nose wrinkled at the top, emphasising his pale freckles. Fascinated with a sheen of moisture left on his lip, I leant toward him a little, and when he replicated the motion, we both stilled. My ears rang. An internal tremor went through me as if warning of a threat ahead when our gazes welded together. I refused to blink in fear of losing this unexpected connection.

 

And then, like a moron, I did…nothing.

 

Thanks for reading. Enjoy your weekend! 

 

 

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