Sam's Snippet Sunday

This week's snippet is from talented GBLT author Declan Sands #:0). Declan's new book, Dusted will be coming out on March 15th! Enjoy!

Bounty Hunter Matthew Blood is a Bloodhound shifter, so tracking things comes naturally to him. But when one of his skips gets blasted out of a fourth floor window, Matt goes after the only other person in the vicinity, and gets fairy-smacked himself.

Rum is a fairy. He left the safety of the mound to bust a fairy dust ring and rescue some captured fairies. In the process, he quickly finds himself the target of the sexy bounty hunter tracking one of the dealers. Trapped and being pursued on multiple fronts, Rum asks Blood for help. Blood is happy to lend a hand, but he soon discovers fairy dust isn’t the only addictive thing about a fairy.

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The little bitch’s barking woke him up. Matt groaned as he moved, his muscles screaming. When he opened his eyes, he jumped.

The fairy sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him with a heated, turquoise gaze. “Good morning.”

Matt squinted toward the window. Yup. It was morning. He vaguely remembered dragging himself home and falling into bed the night before and nothing at all after that. It was unusual for him to sleep that long or deeply. Pushing himself to one elbow, Matt scrubbed a hand over his face and realized he was still tired. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a train.”

The fairy smiled. “I have that effect.” He cocked his golden head, the softly curling strands of his hair catching the rays of the sun and creating a golden halo.

“How did you find me?” Matt squinched his eyes closed and reopened them. The halo effect remained. “What did you do to me?”

The fairy shrugged. “I followed you. And that’s what you get for using an attraction spell against me.”

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Musings from the Shower

No, toidy brains, this is not an erotic story. Yeesh!

You might wonder how the simple act of standing under a stream of hot water could inspire creativity. For me, naked navel gazing mostly inspires horror. Strangely enough though, I often solve problems and come up with lots of good ideas in the shower. I've pondered why this would be, while soaping up of course, and I've discovered what I think might be the reason.

In the shower, my brain is, for all intents and purposes, shut down.

Now, those of you who know me are saying, but your brain is always shut down. Okay, there's no need to be cruel. It's not always shut down. But in the shower it is, because good heavens, do you think I want to think about what I'm seeing in there?

But seriously, I think it's the same concept as when you're trying to remember a name or a title and it just won't come to you, so you push it away and try to think of something else and all of a sudden it pops into your brain. You see, a busy brain is a clogged brain.

Put the Draino away. I said brain, not drain.

Wait a minute. I'm not sure I like where that leaves me. I mean. If I am mostly able to crank out stories, does that mean my mind is mostly blank? But if it's blank, where do the stories come from?

I'm getting that headache I always get when I try to imagine where mankind originally came from. I mean, I get that we came from somewhere...but where were we before we were at that place? And before that, where were we? Ouch!

Blank brain, blank brain!

Oh! Pretty shiny. There's the piece I need to fill that plot hole.

Not pothole...plot hole. Pay attention.

Anyway, enough navel gazing, blech, time to dry off and go back to work. Did I mention my brain shuts down while I'm drying off and dressing too?

What did man do before showers? What did he do before waterfalls? What did he do before pools? What did he do before he knew he needed to get clean? I know what woman did then, she kept man at arm's length. 


Happy Reading everybody!