The Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook asks its members to share six sentence snippets from their work each weekend. Check out the group's Facebook page to read all the snippets and add lots of great books to your TBR. You'll find all sorts of books with the common thread that the main character identifies as LGBTQ.
This month, I decided to share some snippets from The Envoy's Honor because it has an anniversary coming up soon. The Envoy's Honor is an adversaries to lovers dragon shifter romance in my Chronicles of Tournai series. Dragon shifter Kirill is an envoy sent with a delegation to Tournai to ensure that his people and their secret (about being dragon shifters) are safe, and Griffen is a diplomat trying to prove his worth and protect his family. From the beginning, they clash and have moments of connection, all with attraction simmering beneath. But there's a lot more going on that they're unaware of at first, and when someone is murdered, they decide to investigate together (because they know they didn't do it...because they were arguing and kissing in the garden at the time...). This is a snippet in Kirill's point of view from after the dragon shifter delegation meets with Griffen and a couple of others from Tournai (Ederic is the leader of the dragon shifter delegation). Also, if you've read To Love the Dragon King, you probably recognize Kirill and Romilly, though you don't have to read either book to understand the other.

Romilly followed Kirill into his sitting room and closed the door behind them. Romilly walked directly to the liquor cabinet without a word. Kirill didn’t blame them--Ederic was enough to drive anyone to drink--but if this became a habit every time they had to deal with him, they were going to spend most of their stay in Tournai at some level of inebriation.
Romilly turned, a glass of wine in each hand. The sunlight streaming through the window made their red hair appear to be aflame. The rich hue of their emerald-green jacket and pants had already heightened their dramatic coloring even without the light, but with it, Romilly glowed. If Ederic hadn’t been drawing everyone’s attention in the palace corridors, Romilly would have drawn a very different sort.
“Here you are.” Romilly handed him one of the glasses and toasted him with a wry twist of their lips with the other.
Kirill huffed out a breath but returned the gesture. “What do you think?”
“The wine is good,” Romilly said. “It’s a nice crisp white. The meeting was a disaster.”