Here are some of my favorite teaser lines from last month :)

All from Pup Games (mm fantasy romance/coming of age novel) except for the one with the picture. That one was a writing prompt I had fun with.

<3 you all! Hope your weekend has been going well :)

 

The fantasy of a perfect union disintegrated as they discovered each other, one dark secret at a time. #TalesNoir

— Emmi Lawrence (@EmmiLawrence) August 2, 2017

The pounding of paws on the dock came long before they arrived. We were fast away by then, hidden by the deathly smell of the marsh. #Thurds

— Emmi Lawrence (@EmmiLawrence) August 3, 2017

Those insidious thoughts I covered with more mundane ones, fooling myself that I was healthy, whole and needed no one’s help. #FictFri

— Emmi Lawrence (@EmmiLawrence) August 4, 2017

The shore jutted out as if some giant had spliced it together, one side a rising jungle, the other barren stone. #Slapdashsat #Sharewrit

— Emmi Lawrence (@EmmiLawrence) August 5, 2017

Some people claimed the marsh sat at the edge of the world, but they’d never seen the ships pass under the stars. #ShareWrit #SlapDashSat

— Emmi Lawrence (@EmmiLawrence) August 5, 2017

We called them family, but they were far closer than blood could ever be. #sunscribbles

— Emmi Lawrence (@EmmiLawrence) August 6, 2017

Deep in that rock lay twisted fossils, nothing left of the once proud and savage wyrms but a whisper of their terror. #TalesNoir

— Emmi Lawrence (@EmmiLawrence) August 9, 2017

I hadn’t risked a damn thing. Not yet, at any rate. I still could though. If I could find the courage to return. #Thurds

— Emmi Lawrence (@EmmiLawrence) August 10, 2017

One good thing could be said of that wretched river: it hid the bones of those it stole so as to not upset the view. #Fri1st

— Emmi Lawrence (@EmmiLawrence) August 11, 2017

She named them after royalty. Ancient words that compared only sparsely to human monarchies. #SlapDashSat #ShareWrit

— Emmi Lawrence (@EmmiLawrence) August 12, 2017

My pack’s growls betrayed my emotional response just as succinctly had I shouted at my brother myself. #SatLines #SlapDashSat

— Emmi Lawrence (@EmmiLawrence) August 12, 2017

She agreed, her thoughts a wisp, a cloud within our minds, promising our adventure never need include those who did not want us. #SunWIP

— Emmi Lawrence (@EmmiLawrence) August 13, 2017

There was no returning to who I’d been, and waiting for that person to return was a folly I’d lingered in too long. #MuseMon

— Emmi Lawrence (@EmmiLawrence) August 14, 2017

I didn’t care to say goodbye for I suspected my longing would be apparent in every word uttered, every pause between. #ThruLineThurs #Thurds

— Emmi Lawrence (@EmmiLawrence) August 17, 2017

No rain obscured my vision, the clouds wispy and long, the moon half-grown, an edge of a talon sailing toward its prey. #2bittues

— Emmi Lawrence (@EmmiLawrence) August 22, 2017

Arousal mingled within air of the room, sifted among the bloodthirst and whiskey. #terratues

— Emmi Lawrence (@EmmiLawrence) August 22, 2017

From sand made, to sand become,
his presence my protection,
a dream upon the scorching wind.#writtenriver 1136 pic.twitter.com/7QiFz9ZE53

— Emmi Lawrence (@EmmiLawrence) August 22, 2017

The only dance I knew was one with claw and teeth. And though my steps lacked grace, I always landed on my feet. #1linewed

— Emmi Lawrence (@EmmiLawrence) August 23, 2017