Day 1 word count: 1,085
Favorite line: He definitely needed to get out of this damn swamp, get away from here before he did something really stupid, like trust Savannah Guidry and her hot pink toes.
Day 2 word count: 1,465
He filed that knowledge away for further use. Yeah, he knew that made him a b*st*rd, but he’d been one for the past ten of his thirty-two years so he had it down pat by now
Day 3 word count 1,293
(Heroine) “Is that your polite way of telling me I smell like eau de swamp?”
(Hero) “Whatever gave you the idea I was polite?”
Day 4 word count 1,003
“You’ll need to undo your pants to give me better access to the wound.” (Heroine)
“Are you sure that’s all you want access to?” (Hero)
“Your wound is probably infected and that’s what you’re thinking about?”
“Thinking? H*ll, no. The blood left my brain the minute you said undo your pants.”
Day 5 word count: 672
Favorite lines: Hero’s knife wound is infected and he’s fading fast so heroine is trying to get him in bed before he passes out.
She touched his arm. As she feared, he was burning up. “C’mon, let’s get you in bed.”
He opened one eye. “Does this mean we’re dispensing with the preliminaries?”
Day 6 word count: 1,210
Favorite line: Heroine is nursing the wounded hero who has a raging fever from an infected abdominal wound and she trying to cool him down with cool compresses plus check on the infected wound. This is one of her inner thoughts.
Quit gawking. It’s not as if you’ll need to describe it to a sketch artist or pick it out of a line-up.
Now, I'm off to get today's writing done.