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STRIPPED Down

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Time to announce my Sekrit Writing Projekt, so that it no longer has to be kept secret…

At the end of May, I will be publishing my first contemporary novel, Stripped! Whee!

A blurb and excerpt are up at my website, where you will notice that this is the launch of a new series called city2city, with two more titles (Scorched and Sparked releasing in September and December 2013, respectively). These high-heat contemps are set primarily in either Chicago or Los Angeles, and feature heroes and heroines so focused on their careers that love simply blindsides them.

Let’s just say Cupid’s not pulling any punches. ;)

These novels will be approximately 65,000 words in length, and available first in digital format, with a potential print release to follow. I hope to have eARCs ready for reviewers come the beginning of May, so if you’re a reviewer and you’re interested, don’t hesitate to drop me a line, either here on the blog or in email (info@edieharris.com).

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PS: For those of you who were following me back in the early days, you might be interested to know that Scorched (the September release) is a revamp of a weekly serial I had on my website, featuring a certain burned-out baseball player and an up-and-coming opera star. I’ve been dying to get this one reworked for a long time, so I’m super pumped.

Finally: A New Weekly Serial Post

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I know. You’ve been waiting forever. I’ve been incredibly itinerant. I am a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad person. I know.

Here’s the seventh chapter of my weekly romantic suspense serial, In Her Sights, after a too-long hiatus (again: I know). An excerpt from “The Beginning of a Long Night”:

“So. Your own people are trying to kill you,” Beth said casually as she hopped up on her kitchen counter. “What do you think that means?”

“Funny, back when I was listening in on all your phone conversations, that sarcastic tone didn’t bother me quite so much.” As soon as he’d gained entry to the apartment, Vick had moved to the front window and lowered the slatted teak blinds. Now he paced from one side of the room to the other, her open living space allowing her a center-stage view of his tedious floor show.

She palmed her cell, idly scrolling through the legions of missed calls from Casey, Tobias, and, worst of all, her father. “It’s an inherited trait,” she mumbled. She couldn’t even contemplate talking to her father now; she hadn’t spoken to Frank Faraday since right before she picked up and moved to Chicago, and as with many peel-off-the-bandaid activities, she kept delaying it, hoping that would somehow make the stilted awkwardness between them just…go away.

He’d been so disappointed in her after Baghdad.

“Elisabeth.” Vick’s annoyingly delicious accented voice wasn’t coming from across the room anymore. She blinked out of her brief reverie to find him standing in front of her. “You okay?”

She sighed. “That is a stupid question, Agent Vick.”

“You looked sad all of a sudden.” He settled his hands atop her thighs, as confidently as if he’d had the right to touch her body for years. “I don’t think we’re ready for sad yet. We still have a long night ahead of us.”

2012 © by Edie Harris

Previous installments can be found at my site, and I will be returning to regular Sunday postings once again. Because, once again,  I know.

Get excited, y’all: Beth and Vick are BACK!