The Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook asks its members to share six sentence snippets from their work each weekend (I'll beg forgiveness in advance for sometimes going over the sentence limit!). 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.
I'm sharing snippets from the first chapter of To Love the Dragon King, the first book in my Dragons of Ivria series (I promise I'm working on book 2 and will have it out as soon as possible!). To Love the Dragon King is a dragon shifter fantasy romance in which Lysander, the king of Ivria, discovers the existence of a plot against him and his country. While searching for the conspirators, he encounters Sascha, a young man whose family has been using him as a bargaining chip in that same plot. Lysander is immediately fascinated by Sascha, but can he trust him? Can they trust each other, even as they become closer and danger closes in? This snippet follows directly after last week's.
His resolve didn’t stop him from jumping when a voice bellowed from deeper in the castle. It didn’t stop his hands from trembling when he realized the owner of the bellowing voice was coming closer. And that, from the reaction of the staff, the bellower had to be Lord Jannik. No one had taken Sascha’s cloak, so he clenched his gloved hands together beneath it and strove to regain his tattered self-possession as he was left alone in the center of the hall, the servants scattering, the man of business halting several feet away from him.
Sascha’s first sight of Jannik did not inspire calm—nor did it inspire feelings like desire or infatuation or even interest, and so he let go of any dream of such things he might’ve had. No, the man who strode into the hall inspired nothing but fear. Physically, he wasn’t imposing. His build was average, and he was older than Sascha’s father. Gray streaked his thick blond hair. But an aura of menace surrounded him. His eyes were hard and cold, his lips set in a mean twist. His movements were sharp and authoritative. This man was in complete control of his household, of his affairs, of all he considered his—and his control would not be kind or fair.
Sascha understood Triana’s warning now.
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