I’ve joined the Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook. From their description: “Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).” Pretty cool, eh? Don’t forget to “Like” my Facebook page and/or my Facebook profile while you’re over there checking out this fantastic group!
This snippet picks up directly where I left off last week. Nash has worked up the nerve to open the door and enter (his best friend and temporary roommate) Harley’s apartment where his tardiness and disheveled appearance is raising eyebrows. Here are seven lines (sorry—one over the limit again) told from Nash’s 3rd-person POV:
Harley placed the empty can on the counter and walked to Nash, whose face heated as Harley slowly looked him up and down. “You had sex, didn’t you? All I want to know is did you pay for it?”
“What? Shut up!” This was so not going as planned. Not that he’d had a plan, but he needed to get this conversation under control.
Will Nash find love again? Of course he will. Will he go about it in the usual manner? Now that’s another story entirely.
Jilted by his fiancé two weeks before their wedding, Nash Marino’s outlook on life in general, and love in particular, is jaded. After months of couch-surfing, Nash is fed up. He’s sick and tired of his living conditions, worn out by the demands of his nursing job, and despairs of ever finding love again. In fact, he doesn’t think he’s capable of true love. Monogamy, commitment, companionship, and regular sex…that’s all he wants, and the sooner, the better.
When Nash crosses paths with a like-minded man who’s also in need of a live-in nurse for a beloved relative, Nash figures all his problems are solved. Matters are complicated by a freak accident and amnesia. When Nash’s marriage of convenience scheme is muddied by notions of love after his memory reboot, will their plans go awry, or will Nash’s new outlook on life be just what the doctor ordered?