For this
occasion, Angela is doing a virtual super book blast tour with Goddess Fish
Promotions for one day only. Angela will be rewarding one of three prizes: a
car mirror hanger or key chain (a seashell as a tie-in to her book), an mp3
album by Pretty Little Blisters or a $10 Amazon gift car, to a randomly drawn
commenter. She’ll also award an mp3 album by Pretty Little Blisters to a
randomly drawn host.
Author Bio
and links
During her
senior year in high school, Angela was dubbed most likely to write a novel
because she always had her nose stuck in a book. She would hide her romance
novels under her history book until her teacher caller her out on it. Writing
has been her dream ever since her mother read Brer Rabbit to her sister and her
so often that they were able to recite it back to each other before actually
learning to read.
She loves
reading about the adventure of love, and getting involved in the legal field
developed her love of suspense. She believes love is a mystery that most people
have trouble resolving. While she doesn’t expect we’ll ever solve that mystery,
she loves to read and write about characters who work to solve their love’s
mystery.
Book blurb
On the ski
slopes of Montana, deception turns deadly and seduction becomes more hypnotic
than jewels.
Reagan
McKinney is on a mission to discover more about a deceased uncle who
mysteriously left her a sizable inheritance, a condo in the mountains, and a
stash of stolen jewels. With both her
graphic design career and her love life in shambles, the opportunity to begin a
new life couldn’t have come at a better time.
When she becomes involved with the sexy FBI agent next door, she finds
her struggle is not only to keep her heart intact, but her life.
Grief
stricken after an undercover investigation ends in the tragic death of his
partner, FBI Agent Garret Chambers goes home to find solace in the arms of his
mountain home. That is, until his boss
assigns him to investigate the spirited brunette staying in the condo next
door. He is assigned to investigate
Reagan’s involvement with a large jewel fencing organization, but his
investigation becomes comprised when his attraction to her heats up. Will his discovery destroy everything he has
come to love, including Reagan?
Excerpt
Garret
blinked, slowly, and she watched his chest rise and fall. “Did you know
something about Kyle?”
She threw
her boot at him. He caught it. She cursed.
“I knew he
was a dirty cheating slime ball. Just like you.” Reagan tugged on her socks and
her knee-high boot, tightening the lace in record speed. Standing, she marched
to him and seized the other from his grasp, refusing to look at him. Her
balance teetered as she tried to slip it on, but she wouldn't give him the
satisfaction of seeing her helplessness. She braced one hand on the wall as she
loosened the lace and lugged on the boot, refusing to sit. Refusing to reveal
any kind of vulnerability or regret.
Garret
remained in the doorway, watching. Unmoving. She pushed past him, his woodsy
scent all the more reason to hate him, or at least hate the effect he had on
her. She donned her jacket, slipped on her gloves, and tore out the front door.
“It’s too far
to walk,” Garret called behind her.
“I’ll take
my chances.”
Garret
pulled on her arm and whipped her around. Eye level with his chest, she didn’t
fail to notice the tension streaming out of every pore of his body. The cords
in his neck bulged with each breath. His eyes, a deep, dark, abysmal dye,
wouldn’t let her inside his head. Which was a good thing, now that she knew the
psychosis of his mental state.
Thanks for hosting!
ReplyDeleteThank you for hosting! I'll check back later, but for now I'll leave readers with this question: What is your favorite way to travel?
ReplyDeleteGlad to have you here, Angela. Perhaps I can also let you know how I like to travel - I love boats and trains. When possible, I make trips by using the rail or a ferry.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a great story.
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I love the ferry, but don't have a chance to take it very often at all (since I'm a few hundred miles from the closest ocean).
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by and commenting, Ingeborg!