SPOTLIGHT ON AUTHOR ~ ANGI MORGAN ~ & Giveaway!!!

Hi Angi! First, I would like to say it was a pleasure meeting you at RT in NOLA and even more a pleasure to share a few meals with you at RT San Antonio. For those of my followers who don’t know you, can you please tell us a bit about yourself?

It was terrific to meet you this year, too. Thanks for having me today.

So… the short version? I grew up on romance and can’t think of a better job. Of course, my husband says he probably would have me committed if I didn’t write. (The voices talk pretty loudly.) I love to travel (which I am now). I love spontaneous road trips, can’t keep anything green alive except cactus, am an Amazing Race junkie, and absolutely love taking my frustration out on the characters in my books. It’s awesome therapy. If someone is rude to me, I mentally stick their dead body into my story.  LOL

So looking forward to your new Texas Watchmen Series…  Can you tell us a bit about the series?

I wrote a West Texas story two years ago (Protecting Their Child). The characters were very intense and it was received well by readers. I loved the area which is perfect for my type of story. I continued the same theme of gunrunners and drug traffickers into Mexico. My three heroes might be standard fare for Harlequin Intrigue (The Sheriff, The Cattleman, The Ranger), but I tried to make their lives complicated and a little different--a family secret, PTSD, and a “daddy crush.” Of course, they each meet their match with a smart, complex heroine.

Actually, I love these couples. They were a lot of fun to write and I hope I did them justice.  

You write so quickly and so eloquently. How do you do it?

You’re too kind. It actually feels like I’m pulling teeth (without Novocain) when I write. I feel like I write slowly especially compared to others. But I guess four books a year isn’t shabby. >>grin<< I try to keep the pace of my story fast so *I* won’t get bored while editing.  LOL  How do I do it?  My husband is a frequent flier so that leaves lots of time for the pups--and my characters. Having my daughter out of the house has made a big difference, too. In fact, I sold during her freshman year in college.

What do you do in your downtime? If you have downtime?

When I’m  not traveling, we foster Labradors (and own two). People ask how we fall in love with a dog and then give it to someone else, especially when they’re puppies (which we had four of this past November for six weeks). I’ll admit that it’s hard, but when you see the looks on the new families’ faces…it’s such a joy to know we’ve helped them find a companion to make life-long memories with.

One of my vices is puzzling. Jigsaw puzzles that is. I usually work one with each book. I’m a linear writer and if I get stuck, there’s something about a puzzle that frees up my subconscious. My BFF (debut author Jan Schliesman) gave me a 2,000 piece giant puzzle too big for a table. We had to set up a piece of plywood so we could put it together. The whole family got involved…and I received another complicated puzzle for Christmas as a reward.

Where can your fans meet you in 2015?

If you’re in Texas, I’ll be signing at the Barnes & Noble at Creek Village in Plano on February 7th. Then on Feb 28th I’ll be at the Houston Author Bash with 100 other authors. I’ll be at the Romantic Times Convention here in Dallas in May. I’m sure I’m signing, but readers can find me walking around the RWA conference in NYC in July.

Where can we find you on the web?

Website   Facebook   FB Fan Page  

Twitter @AngiMorganAuthr    

    Book Trailers on YouTube

Monthly Giveaway on Rafflecopter check out A Picture A Day for the link

Famous last words?

I think I’ll let Pete, my sheriff, take it from here:

 “He’s dead?” She was obviously panicked, more upset than she’d been earlier after the Suit had backhanded her jaw. “The man who stumbled out of the desert is dead? Did he die in the crash? Did I kill him?”

“Gotta run, Dad. Get a deputy there to pick you up. You shouldn’t be driving.” He slid the cell into his pocket and faced her. “I’m sorry you had to hear like that. How he died wasn’t clear when I viewed the body, so I don’t have the answer to your question.”

“I need another shirt. Now.”

He witnessed her realization she still wore the man’s blood. Her chest began rising and falling more rapidly and she was about to completely lose it. Good or bad? He didn’t know. They didn’t get too many cases like this bizarre situation in Jeff Davis County.

One second he was sticking his head out the door calling for clean scrubs and the next he saw Andrea tug the back of her shirt over her head.

“What are you doing?”

She threw the shirt across the room. “I think that’s self-explanatory. What? You’ve never seen a woman in a bra before?”

“Here.” He shifted the pillow from the bed to block the view of her breasts.

“I’m not claiming harassment, if you’re worried–”

“This is a small town and people will talk no matter what you claim.”

“Someone’s trying to kill me. I have no idea why. And you’re worried about seeing me in my bra.” She stared at him, hugging the pillow to her stomach.

She wanted a logical explanation. There wasn’t one. “They’re covering their bases.”

“But I don’t know anything,” she whispered.

“They don’t know that.”

The door swung open and Ginny held a pair of pink scrubs. She handed them to him without a word and turned to leave.

“Wait.” He stopped the nurse after the disapproving look she shot his way. “I’ll leave and you help Miss Allen get cleaned up and changed. Bag all her clothes, will ya?”

“Sure, Pete.” Ginny smiled, raising an eyebrow to match the questions in her voice.

He stepped outside and pulled the door shut behind him, leaning against the wall and refusing to beat his head against the drywall. He was attracted to Andrea Allen in a major way and needed to set it aside until this mess was cleared up.

It didn’t matter that her belly had been faintly stained with blood. He’d barely been able to think like a sheriff while admiring her other…assets. His red-hot American boy shouted at him to take notice.

The woman he’d been watching closely was completely in shape, sleek muscles in spite of being a scholar. That is, they still needed to verify her identity. They hadn’t found any ID at the scene. Nothing on the viewing platform the way she claimed. And if he hadn’t seen the dead man himself, they’d be questioning her story about that, too.

Maybe that’s what she’d intended? Get him distracted so she could slip out of the hospital. Andrea Allen might just be a legitimate name she acquired so she could pretend to be someone from the university.

She was either the most carefree, speak-her-mind woman he’d ever met or the best con artist he’d ever witnessed. Being a looker helped. Spirited. Easily embarrassed on one hand and then contradicting it by stripping her shirt without blinking an eye. Dark brown hair, skin that hadn’t seen sun in a while and at least five necklaces, varying in length, drawing his stare to a pair of perfectly shaped breasts.

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GIVEAWAY ALERT!!! 

I’d love to give one reader a copy of THE CATTLEMAN for being with us today. Just leave a comment and a way to reach you and Kim can choose a reader. (U.S.--autographed copy; International--digital) So what do you do in your “spare” time?

 

AUTHORS, BJ DANIELS AND ANGI MORGAN WITH ME AT RT NOLA