Today’s #1lineWed is all about the page number. The lines are to come from page 15, 55, or 155 of an unpublished work in progress. That would be DOUBLE CROSS, the first book in the Hard Target series. However, as another contributor pointed out in the Twitter stream, when using Scrivener, there are no page numbers. Hrmmmm. So…here’s some random lines, surrounded by their companion snippets. 😆 Oh, I’ve highlighted the line I’ll be using on Twitter.
Duke, Master Chief Petty Officer and SEAL Team Atlantis’s sniper, is in position waiting to get a shot at their target. There’s a rumor that the war lord has a western doctor as a hostage. Yeah…about that…
This was Duke’s first chance to get a better count of how many occupied the tiny village. Most of the huts had burned and the place looked deserted so he figured the odds of civilians, besides the doctor, were slim. The boy reappeared, threatening the next person ducking through the narrow doorway with his weapon—the good doctor herself. She looked like hell and carried a medical kit. Rust-colored splotches stained her shirt. Hers or someone else’s? Duke couldn’t tell.
Needless to say, Duke and Dr. Coreen “Cory” Prince needed to get together so she was rescued. Now they’re being pursued by the bad guys.
The doctor was having a nightmare. Duke knew all about those, though he reserved his for down time. He didn’t sleep much on missions. He couldn’t take the chance of alerting the enemy if he talked in his sleep. Or screamed. Like Coreen. Cory. She’d asked him to call her Cory. But in his mind, he called her Princess. Little rich girl who wanted to save the world.
And since she might alert the enemy, this is Duke’s solution to the problem, because how else would a SEAL control a pretty doctor…
Duke needed to control her, calm her down. For the good of the mission, he gathered her into his arms and he settled her into the nest formed by his crossed legs as he sat Indian style. Her hands balled into fists but instead of beating at his chest, she clutched his tee shirt. His dick went on alert, liking the way her rounded ass fit against it. Liked it too much, in fact.
In the distance, men called to each other. Torches and flashlights probed the darkness. He and the doctor were hunted. It was now mission imperative to keep her quiet. Duke did the only thing that made sense to him at the time. He covered her mouth with his own.
Because, of course, that’s how you silence someone when being chased by the bad guys… 😉
Back to work for me. Do y’all have any words to spare? Put ’em in the comments. Happy Hump Day!