Twilight author Stephanie Meyer is set to publish another book. This time it’s the tale of a “former secret agent forced to go on the run, hiding from members of the government who fear she knows too much.” It will probably sell eleventy bajillion copies and allow everyone who works for her publisher to breathe just a little easier.

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That’s according to the Wall Street Journal. The book, titled The Chemist, drops in mid-November. Meyer calls it “the love child created from the union of my romantic sensibilities and my obsession with Jason Bourne/Aaron Cross,” but it also sounds like somebody has read a romantic suspense novel or two. The plot, according to her publisher and via the WSJ:

She used to work for the U.S. government, but very few people ever knew that. An expert in her field, she was one of the darkest secrets of an agency so clandestine it doesn’t even have a name. And when they decided she was a liability, they came for her without warning.

Now she rarely stays in the same place or uses the same name for long. They’ve killed the only other person she trusted, but something she knows still poses a threat. They want her dead, and soon.

When her former handler offers her a way out, she realizes it’s her only chance to erase the giant target on her back. But it means taking one last job for her ex-employers. To her horror, the information she acquires only makes her situation more dangerous.

Resolving to meet the threat head-on, she prepares for the toughest fight of her life but finds herself falling for a man who can only complicate her likelihood of survival. As she sees her choices being rapidly whittled down, she must apply her unique talents in ways she never dreamed of.

“I very much enjoyed spending time with a different kind of action hero, one whose primary weapon isn’t a gun or a knife or bulging muscles, but rather her brain,” Meyer added.

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Honestly, shout out to the woman for doing anything with her time other than counting her money and occasionally egging E.L. James’ house.


Photos via Getty, Stephanie Meyer.