This is a virtual book blast for the contemporary romantic suspense novel, Burn on the Western Slope by Angela Smith. The novel is now available from Crimson Romance.
Angela will be
awarding 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, a $10 Amazon gift
card, to three randomly drawn commenters during the tour. If you’d like to be entered for a chance to win, leave a comment below. And to increase your chances of winning, visit other tour stops and comment there, too.
becomes more hypnotic than jewels.
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
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,
Reagan said, running her tongue over her lips as she rested her glass on the
counter. “Skiing, that is,” she quickly added. He would never know she’d been
thinking of kissing him, but she had to force herself to look away from his
mouth. Nudging Naomi, she stood. “It’s time for me to go. I need to settle in.
I haven’t even unpacked yet.” And she had no intention of doing so now, but it
was a good excuse to leave. She wiped her hands on her jeans before extending
her hand to his, praying hers weren’t clammy. “It was great to meet you.”
and nested his other on top, engulfing her hand. She burned. Everywhere. “Meet
me on the slopes tomorrow?”
the floor. “Tomorrow? I don’t know. I might need a little more time to get used
to this place.”
can’t not like sledding.”
never done it, but cozying up to him at a hundred miles an hour would probably
dropped his hand.
his eyes. Maybe he was a good guy in most people’s standards, but he made her
heart beat too fast to be anything but dangerous.
town will vouch for me.”
my senior year in high school, I was dubbed most likely to write a novel
because I always had my nose stuck in a book. I would hide my romance novels
under my history book until my teacher called me out on it. Writing has been my
dream ever since my mother read Brer Rabbit to my sister and me so often that
we were able to recite it back to each other before actually learning to read. I
love reading about the adventure of love, and getting involved in the legal
field developed my love of suspense. I believe love is a mystery that most
people have trouble resolving. While I don’t expect we’ll ever solve that
mystery, I love to read and write about characters who work to solve their
love’s mystery. See more about me at my website www.loveisamystery.com or tweet me