#rainbowsnippets: Last Dance #7

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Welcome to another awesome Rainbow Snippets weekend!

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“Writers and bloggers: please post 6 sentences of LGBTQ+ fiction or a book rec on your blog or website and link to it here in the comments. Don’t forget to include a link back to the group in your post so your regular readers can follow it back and enjoy the snippetry!

Everyone: follow the links in the comments of this post to enjoy snippets from a cool group of writers and bloggers. You might find historical fiction, YA, something sweet or something spicy, but the common thread is that all main characters will identify as LGBTQ+. Comments and shares are always appreciated!

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Onward to another paragraph from one of my WIPs Last Dance: Watching Rocco, Joey is trying to get up the nerve to ask him to dance. But Joey sees the ghost of Donna Summer, which apparently heralds a seizure.

This is the last line from Last Dance #6: I held up my wrist, where the medic alert bracelet dangled. “Not my first rodeo.”

Rocco snorted and gave me a sideways glance with a smile. He had eyes as dark as mine, warm and sweet. “I just want you to be okay.”

What I truly needed was right here beside me, but I couldn’t ask him to hold me until the overwhelming insecurity passed. Like I’d narrowly missed falling off a cliff.

Viola said to the staring wedding guests, “Come on, give the guy a break.”

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