Saturday Snark!

 So, since I've been a bit MIA lately blogging-wise and the lovely S. A. Meade got me interested in a cool feature called Saturday Snark that  m/m author Marie Sexton started a while ago, I decided hey, why not join in the fun and  share some snark of my own?

This bit is from my dystopian fantasy EMPIRE OF LIGHT in which a trigger-happy hitman teams up with a crazy revolutionary to take down the Empire that killed his friends and kidnapped the guy he loves. There are shootings and explosions, dark, scary magic and yeah, there's quite a bit of snogging and all that as well.

Hope you enjoy this snippet that's kind of out of the middle, but should give you a sense of how these characters tick. :)

“Why the fuck do I have to do all the body-dragging?”

“Because,” Raeyn said, “to put it into your words, we’ve fucked up. No, let me rephrase, you fucked up. And now man up and do your job.”

I wanted to strangle him. Him and his fucking pompous airs who’d gotten the Red to sneak up on him in the first place. And how did he thank me for saving his sorry ass by cutting the guy’s throat before he got the chance to call his buddies? Figures.

“Seriously surprises me that you haven’t stuck a Dumb Muscle label to my forehead yet.”

“You want one? Why didn’t you say so before?”