Rainbow Snippets November 10th
Happy early morning on a Sunday! The weather has been cold this week, but no precipitation (yet) beyond an early morning frost that makes hubby and I scramble to get cleared off before headed to work.
Today I plan to be a bit more active both indoors and out. Yesterday was a marathon of Dallas and coughing up a lung as I slowly get over a nasty sinus infection. Hubby has been wonderful, as has kitty, in keeping my spirits up and just being by my side when I nap.
This week I’m sticking with one of my first creations, “Love by the Numbers’. Originally printed in 2009, this has had a few covers, but the latest is below. The story is the same…about Scott the nerd and Jared the jock and how they find love while battling high school, hormones, and parental issues.
What is Rainbow Snippets? It’s a group of LGBT+ authors who post six sentences (or more) from a current WIP, published work or even something they’ve read that they want to rave about. Click on the link below the rainbow to be transported to a place of wonder where you will find tasters of everything from sweet romance, to hot and steamy, to fantasy and sci-fi.
Blurb: Jared Adams is the smokin’ hot darling of the school baseball team. Girls fawn all over him and the world is at his feet.
Except he can’t do math.
Enter Scott Williams: nerd and mathlete. He’s only supposed to help Jared with math, but the help – and friendship – go further than that.
Fate made them friends, but is friendship all they have?
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“The homework is too hard! No one but the real brains can even pass your tests. Ain’t there another way?”
Mrs.
O’Reilly curled her lip and raised her brow. “First of all, the correct word is
‘isn’t,’ Mr. Adamson. English
should be another focus of yours, I see.” She looked at Scott out of the corner of her eye and offered a
crafty grin. “I think you could benefit greatly by getting a tutor.”
Jared
laughed aloud, but he was the only one who found it amusing. His posture
stiffened. “A tutor? Me? Come on! How would that look for me to have a freakin’
tutor?”
Mrs.
O’Reilly scowled and gritted her teeth. “You’re not the first ’hot jock’ in
this school to have a tutor, young man! It’s your only chance, Mr. Adamson.
I’ve informed your parents of your difficulty. If improvement isn’t seen very
soon, you cannot be on the team next spring.”
