Saturday Snark

Saturday Snark is the creation of Marie Sexton, a gay erotica author who has shared her gift for subtle sarcasm with her creations. Each Saturday, she invites writers to join her on a snarky blog hop. If you have a snarky character and would like to participate, it’s simple:

1. Post a snarky sample on your blog.
2. Provide a link back to Marie’s site.
3. Enter your link into the blog hop on Marie’s site.
4. Check back often to read new snark posts.


Today’s Snark is from January Black. The night before, Iris and Matty attended the king’s party, where they played chess. Dancing later didn’t agree with the cute but impractical shoes Iris was wearing. The next day, Iris takes Matty on a train ride.

“I really didn’t think you’d be up for walking even this far today.”

“Josh gave me his mom’s signature pedicure when I got home.”  She kicked off her slipper and put her foot on his knees, showing off her glistening pink toenails adorned with flowing silver lines.  “Super-secret relax-on-contact massage oil and thirty-minute rub.”

“Josh, huh?”  His question conveyed more annoyance than he had planned.  He caught himself short of apologizing, because, on second thought, it did bother him.

Her eyebrows shot up.  “Is that jealousy?”

“Intimidation,” he said.  She stared at him like he had called her a nasty name.  “What?”

Iris laughed heartily, “Josh?  Matty, he’s a lamb!”

“A rabid lamb.”

She rolled her eyes and sighed, shaking her head in mild annoyance at him.  “Ok, he can be overprotective.  You have to understand that he’s the only man in the lives of his mother, three sisters, and Julia.  If it makes you feel better, he’s been in love with her since they were three.”

“And her?”  He caressed the bottom of her foot with his finger.  She kicked reflexively.

Glaring a silent warning to stop, which he ignored, she answered, “Pretends she hasn’t a clue.  Seriously, stop.”  He held her foot in both hands but stopped annoying her.  She relaxed back into her bench, and he was content to simply touch her.

“Why would she play with him that way?”

She smiled mischievously.  “Chess.”

He studied her with suspicion.  “Have you been playing games with me?”

“No.”  She shook her head against the bench, holding his gaze with her beautiful blue eyes.  “As it happens, I’m bad at all manners of games.”

He let the matter drop and joked, “A foot massage sounds nice.”

She didn’t miss a beat.  “I’ll ask him.”


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