Monday, September 12, 2016

Welcome to Angela Archer and The Parking Space


I have a new guest joining me today, the lovely Angela Archer. She's a mom, homeschool teacher, homesteader, blogger, and, of course, an author. Angela's next title, The Parking Space, releases on September 14th!

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Book Blurb: After her fiancé leaves her at the altar and a blind date stands her up, Helen Wright is done with love. Married to her real estate career instead, the only thought on her mind is selling a top listed house in San Francisco so she can finally afford the home of her dreams.

After her wealthiest client fires her, Helen's vision of moving away from her cramped apartment and the person stealing her parking space vanishes and leaving her professional life as pathetic as her love life. When her best friend, Lisa, informs her that she's getting married in Bora Bora, Helen packs her bags for a much-needed vacation and boards a plane with the excitement of leaving all her Mr. Wrongs behind.

A new practice and a new place to live, those are the only two things that veterinarian Rick Stark needs after finding out his fiancé cheated on him. With his trust in women shattered, he jumps at the chance for the perfect job, leaving San Francisco in the dust. However, while visiting his possible new boss on the islands of Bora Bora, he finds himself in the company of a familiar face---the attractive owner of a patient who he once thought he wasn't interested in.

Could it be that maybe he was wrong about her? And if so, what's he supposed to do when her old flame falls into the picture wanting to rekindle what they once had?


Author Bio: Angela lives on a ranch with her husband, two daughters, and many farm animals. She was born and raised in Nevada, and grew up riding and showing horses from hunter jumper, English equitation, western pleasure, trail, and halter. While she doesn't show anymore, she still loves to trail ride her paint horse, Honky. In December of 2007, she and her husband moved to Oklahoma.

From a young age, she always wanted to write a novel. However, she never believed she could write anything well enough for a publisher to even consider her. Every time the desire flickered, she shoved the thought from my mind until one morning, in 2009, she awoke with the determination to follow her dream.


Excerpt from The Parking Space

“Aww, girl, I’m so sorry.”
“Nah, you didn’t know Travis wouldn’t show up.”
“Still, though, I feel bad. I never would have set you up if I knew he’d do that. He seemed so nice, and after I showed him your picture, he said he was interested. I wonder what happened. Do you want me to talk to him the next time I see him?”
“No, no, you don’t have to do that.”
“But what if he had an emergency? You don’t really want to write him off when it could have been beyond his control, do you?”
“Well, no, but I just don’t really know if I want to know what happened.”
“Why? I mean, I want to know and I wasn’t the one he stood up.”
Her words resonated in my chest. Surely, they made sense. Surely, I should want to know what happened to him. I should want to know why he left me waiting in the café all by myself, feeling less than worthy of any decency like a simple phone call.
I should want to know, and yet, I didn’t.
“If you want to talk to him, then talk to him. To be honest, I’m just not interested in dating right now. It just all seems so pointless, ya know?”
“Don’t say that.”
“But isn’t that when I’m supposed to find the one? Isn’t that what all the books and shrinks and all those love articles in magazines say? You always find Mr. Right when you’re not even looking.”
I laughed at my own joke. Lisa didn’t.
“Well, I’m sorry tonight didn’t go as planned,” she finally said.
“Again, it’s not your fault. But maybe next time, just let me find my own dates instead of pushing me toward another deliciously perfect for me man who is far from it?”
“Are you saying that I don’t have the gift of Cupid?”
“You don’t necessarily have the greatest track record.”
“That’s not true.”
“Oh please, Travis was just another one of your many hits and misses.”
“Many? Name one.”
“Well, let’s see, first you introduced me to the out-of-work actor who tried to move in with me after the second date because he couldn’t pay for his own place.”
“And I still say you should have stuck it out. One movie or TV show and you’d be living quite the luxurious life.”
“After him, you set me up with that physical trainer, who not only talked to and about himself in third person, but woke me every morning at four o’clock with his grunting while he screamed ‘just one more, Craig, just one more.’”
Laughter burst from the receiver. “Okay, maybe that one was a bust.”
“I think out of all of them, though, the surfer proved my favorite tragic moment. With his long blond hair and hang-ten vocabulary, he believed the he was the real Jeff Spicoli from that 80’s movie I remember from my teens. Of course, I wasn’t shocked to learn that it was not only his favorite movie of all time, but his favorite character, too.”
“Okay, okay, point taken.”

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