Spotlight on author Angela Smith
One Last Hold by Angela Smith
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He has a shaded past…
Wesley Webb is at the pinnacle of his auto racing career
when his main rival is murdered hours after their confrontation. That, along
with evidence found at the scene, shades him as prime suspect. Now he’s under
intense press scrutiny, particularly from Caitlyn Daniels, an ex-girlfriend who
knows all about his secret past.
And she’s the one
woman who could expose him…
Caitlyn thought to never see Wesley again. Now, his life
could be in her hands. Ten years ago, a tragedy tore apart everything she held
dear, including their relationship. When she’s assigned to do an exclusive
story with the reluctant race car driver she once loved, she believes this
could be her purging. But chemistry tears apart her resolve to stay strong. Can
they work out their differences and fall in love again, or will tragedy keep
them apart?
EXCERPT:
She took a deep breath. Usually her
interviews became more personal. She wasn’t sure how personal to get with him.
She knew a lot about him—at least she used to—but she was scared of asking him
the wrong thing. She didn’t want to set him off.
“What’s your favorite color?”
Caitlyn held a pen in her hand, poised to write, trying to concentrate on the
task at hand. Her focus, though, was Wesley’s deep green eyes. Eyes able to
pierce her and reach a part of her no one had ever been able to touch before.
Something about the way he looked at her, like he saw only her, deep down,
clear to her soul.
A hint of danger lurked in his
eyes, a predator-like stance that made her sense he was ready to devour her,
sexually and otherwise. A vulnerability that made Caitlyn yearn to take him in
her arms, to be as close to him as possible. His gaze held no arrogance, no
indifference, and no deceit.
Her throat felt parched. His eyes
devoured every morsel of her power and well-being.
She couldn’t think of a decent
thing to say. Thank God it was his turn to talk.
“My favorite color,” he said as he
leaned across the table, closer to Caitlyn, “is the capricious color of your
eyes.”
His lips were only inches from hers
so that his breath licked against her skin. His eyes possessed her.
She clutched her pen in midair,
frozen in space for a mere second. He touched her hand.
The pen fell.
“Blueberry,” he said as he trailed
a light kiss across her knuckle, his eyes still magnetizing hers. Her heart
stopped in her throat. “Dark and wounded. Cornflower blue, tantalizing with
banter and witticism.” He kissed the tip of her pinkie and went on to taste
each finger, slowly taking his time with each one. “Sea blue, bright and
sparkling like the waves catching a sunset, when you’re happy.”
Caitlyn, entranced with his words,
was amazed he even noticed her eyes and more amazed he practically recited
poetry. Where had he come up with this?
“Storm clouds,” he continued as he
stroked the inside of her palm. “Brewing with a passion and desire you’re too
afraid to feel. Sometimes periwinkle, sometimes almost lavender and sometimes a
sultry gray. Right now though, they are definitely–”
She pulled her hand away and
scooted back in her chair. Thoroughly aroused, she squeezed her thighs tighter
in an attempt to bury the spark.
“You’re full of it,” she said. “My
eyes don’t change colors that much and even if they did, you wouldn’t notice.”
“What makes you say that?” He
leaned back in his chair, taking the two back legs to its haunches, something
they both used to get in trouble for when they were kids.
She shook her head and didn’t
answer. The touch of his warm mouth on her fingers still burned in her core.
“I always notice your eyes.”
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Fatal Snag by Angela Smith
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BLURB:
Hollywood fashion consultant Naomi Fisher is happy to use
her obsessive-compulsive planning to assist with her cousin's wedding, but her
history with the sexy and sullen Chayton Chambers, the groom’s brother, terrifies
her. When the groom is kidnapped at his own wedding, Chayton and Naomi rush to
find an important relic to satisfy the ransom before her cousin becomes a widow
before a bride. Naomi trades garters for guns as survival, and love becomes a
deadly game impossible to resist.
Information about the book:
Title: Fatal Snag
Author: Angela Smith
Genre: Romantic
Suspense
Release Date: 17
March 2014
Publisher: Crimson
Romance
EXCERPT:
From the hushed voices and quick
glances between Garret and Buchanan and the other officers in the room, Naomi
knew something was up. Garret and Buchanan disappeared for a time, and when
they came back in she noticed him squeeze Reagan’s hand tighter and thought she
heard Chayton’s name. Garret’s face revealed no clues.
Was Chayton dead?
An officer came to stand by him. He
fixed his hand on Garret’s shoulder and leaned down to say something in
Garret’s ear. A shadow crossed Garret’s face.
Long, drawn-out seconds passed.
Silent seconds. Naomi’s thought processes were past the point of rationality as
every fear—past and present—rushed forward. She was about to jump up and demand
an explanation when a door slammed, the reverberation like a cannon straight
through her heart.
When Chayton walked into the room,
Naomi was struck with shock the force of a tsunami. Waves surging, striking her
off balance. Crushing. Washing over her, crashing down, choking her. Water in
her chest. She wheezed, unable to breathe. Her thoughts tumbled with the force
of the waves. The swell receded, releasing her, leaving her in a wake of
relief. As she regained her momentum, her breath came in short, liberating
gasps. Her heartbeat steadied. Warmth tingled her skin. She wanted to run to
him, hug him, tell him how grateful she was that he was alive. Limbs shaking in
exhaustion, she couldn’t stand.
Buchanan stood and shook his hand.
She remained seated, her eyes focused on him as he spoke to Buchanan, trailing
him as he sat across from her. His gaze found hers, forcing out the terror of
his potential death. He reached out and curled his hand in hers. Warm.
Assuring. Alive. She let out a weak smile, her body unable to fully express
everything she felt. Relief overflowed in tears she managed to choke down.
She’d never felt so safe or so
joyful. She’d feared he’d get himself killed, and they still had so much to
straighten out with the police.
Her mouth was dry. She couldn’t
speak if she wanted to. Garret bantered with him, but Naomi couldn’t follow the
conversation. All she could think about was Chayton. He was alive. Unharmed.
Then she noticed Caleb beside him.
Caleb, a friend who had never evoked those types of emotions in her. He winked
at her and she smiled, returning her gaze to Chayton.
Chayton slouched in his chair and
kept one hand up on the table, the other lightly holding Naomi’s. He spread out
his knees in a casual stance, like he had no care in the world. Like he hadn’t
almost lost his life. And as far as Naomi was concerned, she’d been pressured
to the point of breaking. Being left alone in a hotel with a distraught woman.
Being nearly kidnapped. Nearly smashing her face in the windshield—prevented
thanks to the seatbelt. It’d been a hell of a day.
“Life with these boys will never be
normal,” Naomi commented to Reagan, who was sitting beside her.
Reagan laughed and turned to her,
her eyes gleaming. “No, it won’t, will it?”
Chaos was right up Reagan’s alley.
She liked spontaneity and surprises.
Not Naomi. When she’d left Air Dog
a few months ago, she couldn’t wait to leave. She couldn’t live the spontaneous
lifestyle her cousin was so wrought to live. Picking up and moving didn’t
bother Reagan, probably because she’d done it since she was a child. But Naomi
needed roots, and those roots needed stable ground.
But now, the graffiti Chayton
painted on her heart would be impossible to erase. She didn’t want to leave.
She never wanted to leave. So maybe Chayton was a little careless. He was still
the most thoughtful, intelligent, and strong-willed man she’d ever known. And
she loved everything about him. Internal scars and all.
He leaned into her and bunked his
nose on hers, still wearing that blasé, devil-may-care attitude. “Are you
okay?” he asked. Maybe the look in his eye was casual, but his voice was full
of emotion.
Her toes, her knees, her thighs,
her belly, her neck, her ears trembled as the whisper-soft breath of his words
branded her.
“I am now.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
During her senior year in high school, Angela Smith was
dubbed most likely to write a novel, and that has been her dream ever since her
mother read Brer Rabbit to her and her sister so often that they were able to
recite it back to each other before actually learning to read. She’s always
enjoyed stories about the adventure of love, and getting involved in the legal
field developed her love of suspense. A certified paralegal, work gives her
perfect fodder for her romantic suspense stories. When not caring for her small
farm or spending time with her husband of two decades, she enjoys creating,
reading, and dreaming of the places she’ll visit one day.
Angela Smith LOVES talking to readers. You can contact her
in the following ways:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/angelaswriter
Website: http://www.loveisamystery.com
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/author/authorangelasmith
Email: angela@loveisamystery.com
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/asmithauthor/
Crimson Romance: http://www.crimsonromance.com/crimson-romance-ebooks/crimson-romance-books-by-author/angela-smith/
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On my TBR list. May you have much continued success, Angela!
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ReplyDeleteAngela, it was my pleasure. Your books sound delicious & look yummy too! Best of luck with the sale and the new release ♥
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