Thursday Tasters!

thurWelcome to the Thursday Tasters. Here you will find links to delicious snippets of stories written by some wonderful authors. Find the other tastes HERE!

So excited to say my story SAMMY was selected to be in the anthology for Project Fierce, Chicago, where all proceeds from the sale of this book will go towards helping homeless LGBTQ youth. Very happy to be part of this important cause.

Just for fun, here’s the opening paragraphs to SAMMY. I haven’t worked with an editor yet, so if anything jumps out at you, let me know!

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“Sammy, your freak’s here again.”

Sam frowned at the chip in a fingernail. He could nibble off the rough edge, but that would smear his lip gloss, Pink Persuasion, his favorite. He glanced up through his thick lashes. Sure enough, the guy in the green hoodie leaned against a lamppost pretending he hadn’t been staring. This could be fun.

Climbing from his perch on the picnic bench, he winked at Tad and the others and shook out the white skirt of his sundress. The sun was lowering behind them and the guy could probably see right through the filmy material, maybe catch a tantalizing glimpse of his turquoise bikini underwear. He stretched leisurely, arching his back, the sheer tank top exposing his nipples more than it covered them.

He darted a look at the dude again. Oh yes, definitely staring. To his surprise, the man pushed off from the pole and took a step toward him, and his heart gave a funny lurch. The lurker was certainly attractive, wavy brown hair falling to his chin, large brown eyes.

 “Got a minute, baby?”

Sam started at the voice in his ear. Christ, he hadn’t even heard the guy come up to him. Mister Green Hoodie had stopped close enough for him to see dismay sweep his face. He shrugged and gave him an exaggerated wink. Better luck next time. 

He turned his attention to the man in front of him. Ah, the one with the gorgeous suits. This guy was gentler than some of the others he could name. A smile lifted the corners of his full mouth. “Yeah, honey, I got time.” He raised his brows, looking towards the nearby public restrooms, but the dude shook his head, gaze flicking to the Morrison Bridge overhead, the steady stream of cars crossing the river adding to the traffic noise on Naito Parkway behind them. Excellent. He knew just the spot.

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About diannehartsock

Author of paranormal/suspense, fantasy/adventure, m/m romance and anything else that comes to mind. Oh, and a floral designer.
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6 Responses to Thursday Tasters!

  1. Love the dialogue…’Freak’ at the opening is really good. LOL

  2. Naomi Shaw says:

    Love this. I really want to read more. Oh and I hope the nail got sorted

  3. Mangus Khan says:

    i found this a great introduction to your work… I look forward to reading more

  4. I love the concept of this story and the feeling your words invoke. The cruising scene is believable, not the restrooms but a place near the bridge. I love how you set the scene with these few lines. He raised his brows, looking towards the nearby public restrooms, but the dude shook his head, gaze flicking to the Morrison Bridge overhead, the steady stream of cars crossing the river adding to the traffic noise on Naito Parkway behind them. Excellent. He knew just the spot.” I want to read a great amount more of your story.

  5. chickie434 says:

    Ooooh, sounds interesting, I can’t wait to read the story!

  6. Jake Malden says:

    Playful and decadent in tone – you have a lovely light turn of phrase. This opening is both vibrant and seedy – the latter in (literally) the most colourful way. Nothing leaps out – rather it draws the reader in.

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