*Almost* Release Day
Posted in Romance on December 28th, 2009 by Cynthia Eden
Tomorrow is the official release day of ETERNAL HUNTER, the first book in my new paranormal Night Watch series.
(A quick note: I’ve been told the book is on some store shelves already. A shopper in Books-A-Million found copies of ETERNAL HUNTER in the fiction section. So if you happen to be shopping in BAM and you don’t see the book on the romance aisle, check the general fiction section–or just ask your friendly bookseller.)
Another quick note: I hope you enjoyed a fabulous holiday. 🙂 I’m still recovering. Between Christmas and copy-edits for two books, I’ve been a busy gal. But busy is good. THANK YOU to everyone who sent me holiday wishes, holiday cards, and general good Christmas cheer. You’re seriously awesome and you helped to make my holiday great!
Last note: I’m guest blogging at the fabulous Greta’s place today. Come on by to talk about “More Than Men” with me.
Now…on to some excerpt fun. Since tomorrow is release day (let me do a woo-hoo!), I thought I’d share one more excerpt from ETERNAL HUNTER. Warning, this one has some spoilerish info from chapter two of the book.
You’ve been warned so here’s the unedited excerpt:
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“You don’t want to see the body.”
His voice, even deeper now, stopped her as Erin began to climb the steps leading to the police station and to the dead man.
She glanced back over her shoulder. She’d caught his scent seconds before he’d spoken. “How do you even know there’s a body here, Donovan?” The District Attorney’s office had received the call less than fifteen minutes ago. Just how had the hunter learned about the death?
Suspicion had her eyes narrowing. “You didn’t—”
He jumped up the steps. Grabbed her arms. “I didn’t kill the bastard, no. If I’d killed him, well, he would’ve been left in the swamp and been gator bat by now.”
Erin swallowed. Nice, to, ah, know. “Then why are you here?”
“Same as you. I want to know what happened to the Slasher.”
Her eyes narrowed. You don’t want to see the body. “Sounds to me like you already know.” Which meant she had a leak in the department. Not surprising. Not particularly good news, either.
His wide shoulders lifted in a shrug. “Trust me on this, you don’t want to see Bobby Burrows right now.”
She licked her lips. “And, trust me, I’m a big girl. I can handle it.” Not like it was her first murder scene. Not by a long shot. She was twenty-nine years old, and she’d been working the rough cases since she’d passed the bar years ago.
To make a difference, sometimes you had to get your hands dirty.
Erin turned and continued stalking up the stone steps. Jude shadowed her moves, his body a ripple of muscle.
His scent filled the air around them.
Her heart raced, too fast. Was the frantic beat from the dread filling her at the thought of a dead man waiting in what should have been a secure cell?
Or was it from something more?
No.
She shoved open the glass doors. A guard near the front rushed forward. “Ms. Jerome—”
Her thumb jerked toward her hulking shadow. “Keep Donovan up here. I don’t want him anywhere near my crime scene.”
Her sensitive ears picked up the hunter’s swift inhalation and the nearly soundless… “You’ll need me on this one, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart. She slanted him a scathing glance. “Doubt it, hunter. Doubt it.” Then she stalked down the tiled hallway, heading for lock-up, and wondering just what sort of sight waited for her.
You don’t want to see the body.
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