It's weekend, and time for more Rainbow Snippets! 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 week, I'm switching over to snippets from The Sorcerer's Guardian, which also has a publishing anniversary coming up this month. In The Sorcerer's Guardian, an arrogant (but really very powerful and talented) sorcerer and a loyal guard captain are sent on a dangerous mission by the Crown Prince. Neither of them feels it is necessary that they make this long journey together, but the guard captain is too loyal to argue and the sorcerer's arguments are ignored. Along the way, they learn to work together...and that they're quite attracted to each other. And at one point, there's a storm and only one room left at the inn with only one bed. But we haven't gotten that far in this snippet... (I'm sorry that it's a bit long!)
The one small window let in enough moonlight for him to see but left the room in shadow. He moved to grab the candles from the chest and light them from the ones in the corridor, but Savarin was faster. He took hold of Loriot’s arm, keeping him back from the candles, and an instant after, the wicks ignited into steady, glowing flames.
Loriot sucked in a quick breath. At the surprise of having the candles light on their own? Or at the surprise of having Savarin touching him? Both were unexpected, and both kicked his heartbeat up. The realization Savarin had used his Talent to light the candles settled into his mind, becoming far less jarring. But Savarin was still touching him, his grip firm on Loriot’s forearm. Loriot was suddenly much more aware of Savarin’s presence close by his side, of Savarin so much taller than he was. But Savarin’s hand holding his arm...it was almost devastating in the awareness it produced.
In that breathless moment, heat rushed through him from the one point of contact between them, and he wondered--in what was obviously lunacy--what it would be like to turn and push Savarin up against the closed door, trapping him there with his body and kissing him.