#TeaserTenth for February

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#TeaserTenth is a monthly meme for writers, both published and unpublished. It’s a great opportunity to meet other writers, as well as readers, by sharing a sampling (10 lines or less) of the stories we are working on, or have already published.

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This week, I’ve decided to share lines from one of my works in progress. This is taken from a random spot in the book. (unedited.)

Enjoy!

Here’s something a little more intimate than I’m used to. These lines are from my current work in progress, tentatively titled GAMBIT.

“I love you,” Sam gasps between kisses.

A moan escapes Fox’s lips as Sam digs his fingers into her back. He drags her closer to his body. If he holds her close enough, they synchronize. Two hearts beat as one. Two chests rise and fall in tandem. Two beings become one. Sam kisses deeper, feels the love of Fox under his skin.

In his mind, this moment could last forever. Sam imagines doing this on the beach, sun setting into the ocean. Hell, for this, this feeling, this moment, Sam would drive to the ends of the Earth. A hundred lives could never make Sam feel as real as he is right this moment.

A sound somewhere between a Wookiee and a cat caught in radiator fan is the only warning to the slimy, dirty, rotted fist that connects with Sam’s right ear.

#TeaserTenth Here’s ten lines or words and such

teasertenthbadge#TeaserTenth is a monthly meme that writers, both published and unpublished, can play along in. It’s a great opportunity to meet new folks like yourself, as well as showcase what stories you have going on to both other writers and (hopefully) readers.

Here’s ten lines (THE FIRST TEN LINES) from a novel I’m working on titled: Uprising, in Requiem, I hope y’all like it.

“You know, when Hank said, ‘A county boy will survive,’ I just don’t think this is the kind of shit he was talking about.” Galvar glances back over his shoulder at Grace. She puffs out a tired laugh and adjusts the tree branch they are using to carry the fallen deer on her shoulder.

Grace and Galvar spent years hunting for hobby—and for Grace’s famous deer jerky, of course—but now they hunt for necessity.

“I’m serious.” Galvar steps on a branch hidden under the leaves on the ground, stumbles, rights himself. “Why do we have to get the shittiest apocalypse of all time? Yeah, sure, zombies were cliché and all, but that would have been better than this. Hell, even sparkly vampire apocalypse might have been better than a fucking angel apocalypse, maybe.”

Six months since angels descended from the sky like locusts, but they didn’t destroy the Earth like some biblical plague, this was more like a hostile fucking takeover.

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Have a great day, guys!