Thursday, February 20, 2014

Please Welcome Angela Smith.

Romantic suspense writer Angela Smith, author of Burn on the Western Slope and Fatal Snag,  has come by today to blog about why she loves romance.

Why I love romantic suspense

It’s a question asked of me often, and I usually have the same spiel as an answer. You know, I’ve always read, always loved romance, liked suspense and then I started working at a prosecutor’s office and yadda yadda yadda, blah blah blah.

It’s a difficult question to answer because loving romantic suspense, loving to read and write and loving to write romantic suspense has just always seemed to be a part of me. But when I really dig deep, I see a glimmer of how that love originated, or at least how it developed into my writing.

It all started with the movies. I grew up watching Kung Fu and Looney Toons with my dad. Maybe they aren’t romantic suspense, but they have some suspense and even some romance, right? And then there are the movies I loved as a tween (even though that word didn’t exist back in my day). Not the normal Top Gun, Dirty Dancing, or The Princess Bride movies (even though I love those!) but movies that aired on cable every summer when I was a kid and movies that I couldn’t get enough of. Movies that I feel are often overlooked but still good, which is why I’m listing them today.

Movies like Stakeout. Oh my goodness I love the movie Stakeout to this day. Back then, I would watch it every single time it came on, and it wasn’t near as often. Of course it didn’t hurt that I had a crush on Emilio Estevez. Even today, that movie cracks me up, but the undercover investigations and romantic twist are what kept my eyes glued to the screen. Even as a child I loved that undercover investigation stuff. Is it any wonder I now love to write about it?

One Crazy Summer, although not necessarily suspense (depending on how you look at it) would be my second in a list of top three often overlooked but awesome movies that shaped my love of romance. It was that particular time frame, between 1986-1987, when my sister and I were staying at home by ourselves, baking sugar cookies, and watching movies during the hottest part of the day.

Last, but certainly not least, is Centennial. Although it was already at least a ten-year old miniseries by the time I remember it and it aired at nighttime, for a while it came on once a year every summer and, for twelve days, my entire family was glued to the screen.  I never read the book, written by James Michener, but I remember the time it stopped playing. My heart broke. I thought I’d never see it again. And, sadly even though I can find it now, I never did watch it again.  

Of course there’s Top Gun and Dirty Dancing. What woman between the ages of 30-40 doesn’t love those two movies? More romance with action, adventure, and yes, even some suspense depending on how you look at it.  And even though they are labeled as part of the top romantic movies of the 80s and are well deserved, I have a few that shaped what I love to write and who I am now. Stakeout, One Crazy Summer¸ and Centennial are my three.

Burn on the Western Slope by Angela Smith


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 death of his partner, Special Agent Garret Chambers goes home to find solace in the arms of his mountain retreat. 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 compromised when his attraction to her heats up. Will his discovery destroy everything he has come to love, including Reagan?

Information about the book:
Title: Burn on the Western Slope
Author: Angela Smith
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: 15 July 2013
Publisher: Crimson Romance

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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.

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 “The snow’s great, the skiing is great. When are you going out to ski?” Garret asked.
Reagan fumbled with the button on her sweater. When Chayton set her drink on the bar, she tightened her hands around the glass to curb her jitters.
“I hate to admit it, but I don’t ski.”
“You don’t ski?”
“I mean, I never have.”
“You have to be tempted, right?”
“Uh, not really.”
            This was where he’d leave. He would think she was crazy, boring, uninteresting, and he’d find someone more fitting to talk to. Only, he didn’t. He smiled, his eyes twinkling with interest. At least, she thought it was interest. It could have been pity, or mockery, or…
No. She cupped a hand over her cheek, as if that would soothe her insecurities. The cold condensation from the glass she’d held sent a chill between her shoulder blades.
“How long are you staying?”
“A month, at least.”
“Do you want to learn to ski? Because I’m a pretty good teacher. And Tanyon is a great place to learn. It’s busy, but not as busy as some of the bigger resort towns.”
“Oh, I don’t know.”
“Yes. You have to try it at least once. You’ll love it. Chayton can hook you up with gear.”
“Well, I’ve always had a secret desire to plunge down a twelve-thousand-foot drop.”
Garret’s eyes sparkled, like sunbeams skipping across the ocean and landing under her skin. But even sunbeams on a clear summer afternoon wouldn’t affect her like this.
“It’s not so bad,” he said. “We’ll start on the bunny slopes. Then, if you fall it’ll only be half that.”
“I’ve seen the size of these mountains and there’s not a bunny slope in three-hundred miles.”
“Sure there is.”
Reagan clamped her mouth over the straw and slurped the cocktail. It tasted divine, the sugary, minty flavor inciting sweet thoughts of Garret’s lips.
“I’m not sure I’m ready for that,” 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.”
Garret grasped her proffered hand and nested his other on top, engulfing her hand. She burned. Everywhere. “Meet me on the slopes tomorrow?”
Reagan bit her lip and glanced at the floor. “Tomorrow? I don’t know. I might need a little more time to get used to this place.”
“We’ll start with sledding. You can’t not like sledding.”
She didn’t know, seeing as how she’d never done it, but cozying up to him at a hundred miles an hour would probably be amazing.
“I’m safe,” Garret said as he dropped his hand.
“You’re what?” she asked, meeting 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.
“I’m harmless. Several people in town will vouch for me.”
“But I don’t know them either.”


  1. Thanks for coming by, Angela. I do hope Reagan takes up skiing!

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