Harlie Williams


The Romance Troupe Blog Hop-Day 4 New Excerpt

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Harlie is giving away a copy (in your choice of format) of The Couple.  Please leave a comment and email address to win.  All this week, I will be sharing snippets of two WIP's that I have going.  One is for my editor pitch at my chapter's writer's conference and the second one is for a contest.  Try to guess the contest and I will throw in a $5 GC.  So basically there are two contests for my blog.  :)  Good luck.

A little bit about the Romance Troupe.  Krystal Shannon thought it would be a great idea to form a group of writers, published and unpublished, to help each other, push each other and form a band of ladies that will take over the world.  Here's a list of the fabulous ladies that I'm with now:  Krystal Shannon, April London, Liberty Ann Ireland, Angela Rose, Susan D. Taylor, Lynn Myshe Joseph, Natalie Gibson, Lynda Kaye Frazier, Susan B. Anna, Jinni James, Kerry Adrenne, Dariel Raye and Suzan Tisdale.  At the bottom of the post is the link to visit the participating authors and their posts.  Happy reading!

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Waiting on Sunday Excerpt:

Please forgive NOT EDITED

“Forrest, I’m sorry,” said Donna.  “I’ll help you clean it up.”

“No worries.  What are you doing here?”

Walking past Forrest, Donna walked into the kitchen and looked around for a mop, towel or anything to clean up the mess.  Not finding what she needed, she turned around and ran into a wall of hard man and literally bounced back on her heels.  He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.  Donna definitely grew into a woman.  She still had her auburn hair but it was cut short and flirty.  Big hazel eyes still mesmerized him and she was has headstrong as she was growing up.  Without a second to think, he grabbed her left wrist and pulled her back to his chest.  Her body molded into his and for a brief second, he lost all sensibility and rational.  What he wouldn’t give to touch her all over and feel the curves that had transformed her from girl to woman.

“What are you doing here?” Forrest asked.

“Well, hello to you too Forrest and an ‘I’m so sorry about your Uncle Jack’ would have been nice.  Not the surly snarl I just got.  You can let me go now.”

“Again…why are you here?”

“I thought I would come help you this morning.”

“Seriously, you, help me?  This isn’t City Slickers, sweetheart.”

“Too bad, Forrest.  I need to do this and to see his patients.  If not with you, then I’ll go on my own.  So what will it be?  Alone or with me?”

Damn, she looked good and she still gave as good as she got.  Grudgingly, he let go of her wrist.  He mourned the loss.

“Fine but I’m driving.”


After cleaning up the spilled coffee and broken coffee cup, they headed to Forrest’s truck.

My, my did Donna fill out a pair of jeans.  Watching her walk out the house and towards his truck, all he could think about was her butt in those jeans.  Donna was curvy, but had the tiniest waist.  Those jeans of hers cupped her backside like kid gloves and slung low on her hips.  Forrest loved a woman in a well-worn pair of jeans, and Donna’s were faded at the knees, and was that a rip on one of the back pockets?  Was she wearing cowboy boots on her feet?  Donna turned around and leaned against the truck door, his mouth went dry.  Was that a bellybutton ring dangling from her navel?  Damn, Donna was not the same person that left fifteen years ago.  She intrigued him more and more.

“Hey, we’re burning daylight.  Hurry it up.”

“Why are you so hell bent on doing this?”

“Because I need the closure, Forrest.  Can we just go now?”

“Why the rush?”

“Because when we are done, I have to go to the funeral home with my cousins.”

Like it?  I hope so because this is what I'm pitching in less than two weeks.  If I sell Forrest's and Donna's story, Kevin's story is next...

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