 “I figured you could start working out on Sig. You know, to get back into things.” Val stopped and glanced around the room again, looking for some sign even though Wyatt wasn’t in this room, possibly he was in the building. “Has your dad been in to see you?” He rubbed the back of his head and didn’t meet Janelle’s gaze.
“He’s been in every day, but today he said he had some work to do.” Janelle shrugged. “You just missed him by about a half hour.” She took a sip from a glass of water on a table beside her bed, lifting her eyebrows and watching Val as she drank. “So whatcha been up to?” Val shrugged. “Work. Nothing exciting. Did you hear any more from the cops?” “No. Have you gotten out of the house at all, other than to go to work and come here?” “I went and watched the horses,” Val said and grinned. “You need to go out and have some fun,” Janelle said. Val leaned back in his chair and stretched. “You’re right.” “But? And I’m always right.” Val laughed, but didn’t have a ready answer for her. He stayed until visiting hours were over then headed for home, looking forward to the time he’d have his friend back. He was doubly looking forward to watching her race again. Val hadn’t realized how much he’d come to enjoy watching the horses train, then watching them in actual races, and he immensely missed seeing his friend ride in races. Somehow horse races weren’t the same without Janelle being one of the jockeys. It was after dark when he arrived home and was surprised, then delighted to find Wyatt’s car sitting in his drive. Wyatt sat inside, with the window open and his arm bent and resting on the door frame. He waved casually and got out of the car as Val parked his truck. “I hope you don’t mind me just showing up?” Wyatt sounded hesitant, almost shy. “No, not at all,” Val said. Wyatt wore khakis and a polo shirt with the first few buttons opened. He had a sports jacket with him, but it was flung over one shoulder. Val’s heart stuttered a few beats as he watched the muscles of Wyatt’s arms slide under his skin. Normally he wore a sports jacket or longer sleeves, and Val hadn’t noticed how well built Wyatt’s arms and shoulders were. Val decided right then and there, he definitely had a thing for older men. “I was kind of hoping you hadn’t had dinner yet and would like to join me.” As Val got closer, he picked up a hint of cologne and saw a soft sheen on Wyatt’s salt-and-pepper hair, still damp from a recent shower. Warmth curled around Val’s belly and nestled between his legs and in his balls. “Um…I mean, I’d like to, but…you don’t….” Val’s throat and mouth were too dry for him to talk properly. Wyatt stepped closer, reached out with his free hand, and ran his palm lightly down Val’s arm to his hand, then took it and applied light pressure before he let go. “Val. I’m asking if you’d like to have dinner with me. For no other reason than I’d love to spend a few hours with you. And I’m hungry.”  My snippet this week is from Jewel Cave. It's also on sale for $2.99.  “Something’s not right,” he grumbled. Griff couldn’t believe Clint was ignoring him; that wasn’t his style. They’d argued plenty of times over the years, and Clint had never acted like this. Griff stopped pacing and reached for his office phone. He hit the button for the line that would show up on caller ID and dialed Clint’s number.
Again it went to voice mail. Surely Clint wouldn’t ignore a call from the Marshal’s office that could very well be due to an emergency with Griff. He left another message before slamming the phone down. “Griff.” Candice walked into the office. “I’ve called, texted, and sent private messages to Clint. No response all day. Not only that, there hasn’t been any activity on any of his media sites.” She looked genuinely worried. “He might be pissed enough to ignore me and maybe he realized I checked on his sites, but I doubt he’d ignore a call from here, and he absolutely wouldn’t ignore his readers.” Griff grabbed his carry bag from the desk where Candice had left it earlier, took his keys from the top drawer, and headed to the door. “I’m going home. This isn’t right. It doesn’t feel right.” Candice grabbed his arm and stopped him. “Griff, call me.” He nodded and all but ran to his car. The normal fifteen-minute drive seemed like hours. Finally Griff pulled in his driveway and parked behind Clint’s car. Seeing the car did nothing to unclench the knot his gut was in. Griff sprinted up the walkway and took the front steps of his house in two bounds. The key stuck in the lock, and he pounded on the front door, shouting, “Clint!” Read more snippets at the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. Jewel Cave can be purchased on Amazon or read in Kindle Unlimited. 
Katherine McIntyre has a new FF contemporary romance out: Confined Desires. And there's a giveaway! Sky’s crush on her best friend has always been unrequited… until they’re stuck in quarantine together and sparks fly. Sky’s high school bestie is moving back to the area and staying with her for a few weeks. Easy, right? Not when she’d held a torch for the woman since high school. The moment Mia walks through Sky’s door, those unrequited feelings return full-force. So, when a spreading virus keeps them confined in Sky’s apartment even longer, Sky is screwed. Mia returns home after a bad breakup, but Sky is the only one who offers a safe place to land. However, the seven years they spent apart has her looking at her best friend through a different lens, attraction sparking with every inside joke, shared dinner, and cuddle on the couch. That flare of desire fast turns physical. They can’t get enough of each other. Yet, whenever Mia tries for the "where is this going" talk, Sky dodges. Sky lost her sister in high school, and ever since, she’s become ace at keeping dates at a distance. Yet if she doesn’t manage to push past her own fears, she might lose her one shot at happiness with the woman she’s waited a lifetime for. Giveaway Katherine is giving away a $10 Amazon gift card with this tour: Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47177/? Excerpt
Mia twined her arms around Sky and leaned her head against her shoulder. “See, this is why I missed you so damn much.” Sky froze, unable to move. Part of her melted at this touch, while the other freaked out. The last thing Mia needed was her best friend dumping a lifelong crush on her lap. This close, she could feel the woman’s sleepy heat, and the sweet scent of peaches wafted off her. Sky’s mouth watered—the response instinctual. She forced her hand up to run her fingers through Mia’s silken strands. That was friendly, right? “Missed you too, babe,” she murmured. “So, wait, are you working tonight, or no?” Mia asked, pulling away to grab her mug. “Uh, no,” Sky murmured, mind racing as she tried to come up with an excuse to leave. Mia tapped the edge of her mug with her fingernail. “Then maybe we could take the day to play catch up?” she asked. When Sky didn’t respond, the words refusing to leave her tongue, Mia’s eyes widened. “I mean, as long as you didn’t have plans or anything. I know I kind of dropped this on you. Fuck, I don’t even know if you’re seeing anyone or who you hang out with anymore.” “Pitifully single,” Sky responded. “My girlfriend and I split up last year, and I’ve been so busy with work that I haven’t been able to get out to the bars or clubs in Philly at all to jump back into the dating scene. Trust me, you haven’t missed much.” “Bullshit,” Mia said, placing her mug of coffee down. “Get dressed. We’re heading out to Lucky’s, and I’m buying you breakfast.” Her blue eyes twinkled as she doled out the commands, and Sky’s heart thumped harder. Sky scratched the nape of her neck. “Yes, ma’am.” She headed to the bedroom, cursing her lack of an excuse. A large part of her was thrilled to be spending all of this time around Mia after so long. Yet the other part of her just wanted to solder metal sheets around her heart. As if she’d stand a chance with Mia Brownstone living at her house for the next two weeks.
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Snarky women, ragtag crews, and men with bad attitudes. Katherine McIntyre is a feisty chick with a big attitude despite her short stature. She writes stories featuring snarky women, ragtag crews, and men with bad attitudes—and there's an equally high chance for a passionate speech thrown into the mix. As an eternal geek and tomboy who’s always stepped to her own beat, she’s made it her mission to write stories that represent the broad spectrum of people out there, from different cultures and races to all varieties of men and women. Author Website: http://www.katherine-mcintyre.com Author Facebook (Author Page): http://www.facebook.com/kmcintyreauthor Author Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/pixierants Author Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/authorkmcintyre Author Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6473654.Katherine_McIntyre Author Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Katherine-McIntyre/e/B00J8U4VNU 
 For anyone who would like a French translation of Whiskey and Moonshine, the translation is now available from Juno Publishing.
 This week's Tuesday Taboo is from The Art of Domination (Pain and Pleasure book 2).
The temptation to use his hand on Ian’s round ass was almost overwhelming. Taren took in Ian’s long legs and the way his calves and thighs twitched. He loved how Ian’s ass cheeks tensed and relaxed every few seconds. The slight spattering of hair covering his skin enhanced every ripple of his muscles. Taren’s hand against Ian’s flesh was an intimate act. Discipline wasn’t meant to be intimate. The proper equipment was needed, so Taren had brought a paddle. It had to be small enough to fit into his jacket pocket. This paddle was the size of a woman’s hairbrush. The handle and paddle were about the same length. It was narrow and just thick enough not to crack under pressure. Paddle resting in his palm, Taren took his position behind Ian. Twenty-four hits, twelve to each ass cheek in an alternating pattern. One for each hour in the day Ian neglected to include in his vacation. With every hit Ian rocked up on his toes, grunting and panting. No matter how he struggled to keep silent, even for a submissive man who craved pain, it was impossible. Taren knew what was worse than the pain was the thought someone who worked for Ian would hear them and know what was happening. Ian’s ass reddened with each hit. His body tensed, then relaxed in quick order. His shoulders were rigid and his knuckles white around the chair arms. Ian’s willingness to submit and accept discipline filled Taren with pride and stoked the fires of love and lust. This week for Tuesday Teaser I have an excerpt from Collared Souls (Sentries Book 4).  When two of the guards took a position on either side of Todd and one pulled Todd’s hands behind his back to cuff him again, Nick couldn’t stay still any longer. A huge bubble formed inside his chest, threatening to burst through his ribs. His guts tightened down, and he couldn’t pull in enough air for a decent breath. Lurching forward a few steps, heading for his mate, Nick garbled, “No. We’re sentries!” Raleigh laughed, loud and obnoxious. “You think that matters to me?” “Since sentries are the people who can get rid of the scum he uses, all the more reason to get rid of us, Nick,” Todd said. He yanked his arms away from the guard, took a step closer to Nick, and waved his hands in a come-here gesture. One of the guards sidestepped, blocking Nick’s path and shoving him back. The other guard grabbed both of Todd’s arms, stopping him from going any farther. Moving fast, Witze got between them, holding both hands out. “Quit,” he snapped at the guards. “Give them a minute.” Turning to Raleigh, Witze shook his head. “They’re not going anywhere. Todd’s already given his word. Let them say goodbye.” “Witze, your sentimentality is nauseating.” Raleigh nodded at the guards. “Let them go, but any suspicious moves, shoot them both.” Nick didn’t waste time. The second the guards’ hands were off him, he closed the distance between him and Todd and stopped when Todd’s hands came to rest on either side of Nick’s face, holding him so Nick was forced to look only at Todd. “Nick, you listen to me. Go with Mr. Witze and do what he tells you to, okay?” For a split second, Todd’s gaze flicked to Witze before coming back to hold Nick’s. Nick could do no more than nod. His throat was too tight, and there was no way he was going to let Raleigh hear the wet, broken quality his voice would have if he spoke aloud. “That’s my boy.” Todd pulled Nick closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead, then cheek, before wrapping both arms around him and pulling him in for a tight hug. Nick bent his head so his face pressed to Todd’s shoulder, sucked in a shuddering breath, and nodded again. He turned his head a bit to the side when Todd whispered in his ear.  Purchase Collared Souls Purchase the Sentrie series
Happy Easter! My Rainbow Snippet this week comes from Code Name Jack Rabbit.  Bronwen held her palm out. “May I have the transmitter?” Blair handed it over. She spent a minute searching through her tote, finally pulling out fishing line. She wound it around the transmitter, stood up, switched the device on, and lobbed it into the water. “That should keep us from getting rammed.” “Rammed by—” Forge reached out and grabbed Blair’s arm when the boat lurched to one side. “It didn’t hit us,” Bronwen said. Smiling, she pointed at the water. There was a swell and a ripple, and the boat swung to one side. “There is a transmitter attached to that creature. Grier did that too, and I’m sure he wasn’t gentle about it.” “There!” Lucas moved down the length of the boat and leaned over the rail. “Did you see that?” A long form sliced through the water. As it breached the surface for a split second, it shone in the sunlight, a shimmering blue that changed to gray as it moved. Then it disappeared. Lucas could see by the way the water moved that at least part of the animal was still above water. “Whoa!” Blair exclaimed, the fact he was on a boat apparently forgotten. He darted across the deck and stood beside Lucas. Declan went to the bow and leaned over. Forge took up a position partway between him and Blair. “There it goes.” Lucas pointed out the path the creature took. “I don’t see it,” Blair said. “It’s right there. It’s huge.” Lucas moved along the rail. “You can’t see it?” “No.” Declan shook his head. “Mr. Grier could see them through the water too,” Bronwen said. “It must be something with the refraction of the water.” Lucas pulled his shirt and shorts off. “I’ve got to get a better look at this.” Read many more great snippets on the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group.
Pat Henshaw has a new MM contemporary romance out: When Heart Becomes Home. And there's a giveaway! Is there a time limit on love and forgiveness? Fifteen years ago, Manny didn’t show up to take Wes to the Shelby High School prom as he promised. Instead, Wes found Manny’s letter jacket at their meeting spot without a note or any explanation. From college to his current job in Monterey, California, Wes has carted the jacket around as a memento of his teenage love and rejection. This year he decides enough is enough. He’s attending the high school class reunion, returning Manny’s jacket, and going home free to find the real love of his life. When Manny sees Wes at the reunion tour of the new high school facilities, he’s determined not to let his teenage lover leave without them clearing the air and possibly getting back together. Through reunion activities such as a quiz bowl, meet-and-greet meals, and a formal banquet with a prom-like ball as well as outside activities like the quinceañera of Manny’s niece, Wes and Manny work through the lies and misunderstandings of the past. With so much to reconcile and forgive on both sides, will they end up together? Or go their separate ways with only memories of the past? Universal Buy Link | QueeRomance InkGiveaway Pat is giving away two $10 Amazon gift cards with this tour: Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47175/? Excerpt
Manny and I had never talked about college or the future. We’d been too centered on sex. Because of all my wanderings through the past, it took me a few seconds to process what he’d told me. He’d written me a letter, and on the night of the prom, he had put it with the jacket at our prearranged meeting place. He’d left the jacket—for me. He hadn’t crushed it into the ground in some undecipherable message. He’d left it with a note for me. What had happened? Who’d come along and taken the note? And tried to blot out the jacket? Why hadn’t he or she taken it, too? There was still a lot of food left on our plates when we both stopped eating and sat staring at each other. “Okay, please tell me what happened from your side. What did your letter say? I have to make sense of this.” He put his hand on the table, open for me to grab it with mine. We needed to hold on as we looked down at the rift that had separated us for fifteen years. “What the letter said was I was stupid and asked you to forgive me. I knew I was gay. You knew I was gay. Hell, most of the town and the class probably knew, too. Everyone but my mother who insisted I wasn’t. According to her, none of the Garcias or the Escobars had ever been. She had read about homosexuality running in family lines. We had no gay men in the family. Therefore, I could not possibly be gay.” His thumb started rubbing over the back of my hand. “But I am. I knew it then. And I know now she knew it.” The last part was said so low and his thumb over my skin was so seductive the words at first bypassed my brain. He kept speaking, so I had to scramble to keep up. “Her big ambition for me wasn’t to get into a good college and have a fulfilling career like some parents wanted for their kids. No, it was for me to be a chambelane for as many of the daughters of friends as she could arrange, pick one of the girls, get married, and have as many kids as the girl would allow.” His thumb stopped, and he stared into my eyes. “All I wanted to do was go on dates with you and for us to go to the prom. Together. As boyfriends. That’s all.” His soulful eyes reflected the conflict between him and his mother. “In the end, she won a tiny victory that has nicked away at my soul. When it came time for me to stand like a man, I failed. I cut myself down to her size. I agreed to play her game of life.” He looked away and sighed. “I learned the quinceañera waltz. I partnered her friends’ daughters. She smiled at me and bragged about her dutiful son. She dangled me by the strings she had woven since I was a baby.” A short silence descended on us. I had nothing to say and knew he had a lot more to tell me. Author Bio
Pat Henshaw has spent her life surrounded by words: teaching English composition at the junior college level; writing book reviews for newspapers, magazines, and websites; helping students find information as a librarian; and promoting PBS television programs. Pat was born and raised in Nebraska and since then has lived at various times in Texas, Colorado, Northern Virginia, and now Sacramento, California. Over the years, Pat has traveled to Mexico, Canada, Europe, Nicaragua, Thailand, and Egypt, and Stowe, Vermont, where she now has family. Author Website: https://www.pathenshaw.com Author Facebook (Personal): https://www.facebook.com/pat.henshaw.10 Author Facebook (Author Page): https://www.facebook.com/pat.henshaw.10 Author Twitter: https://twitter.com/HenshawAuthor Author Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6998437.Pat_Henshaw Author QueeRomance Ink: https://www.queeromanceink.com/mbm-book-author/pat-henshaw/ Author Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/~/e/B00BPDEDEA
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