About the Book
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. Her professional life is now feeling just as pathetic as her love life. So 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:
Growing up in Nevada, reading was always a pastime that took second place to trail riding and showing horses. When she did find the time in her youth to curl up with a book, she found enjoyment in the Saddle Club Series, the Sweet Valley High series, and the classics of Anne of Green Gables, The Box Car Children, and Little House on the Prairie. Although, writing always piqued her curiosity, it wasn’t until September 2009 that she worked up the courage to put her passion to paper and started her debut novel.
When she’s not writing, Angela spends her days from dawn to dusk as a stay at home, homeschooling mom. She also works in her garden and takes care of her many farm animals, as well as loves to bake and cook from scratch. She doesn’t show horses anymore, but she still loves to trail ride her paint horse, Honky, as well as enjoys teaching her daughters how to ride their horses, Sunny and Cowboy.
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Excerpt:
“What happened?” Hal shouted as he scurried to meet us on the back the stern.
“She got stung by a jellyfish.”
Without saying another word, Hal grabbed my arm underneath my armpit and hoisted me on the boat while Rick climbed onboard after me.
I glanced down at my leg. The blistered skin burned a bright shade of red. A scream hissed through my teeth, and I closed my eyes as I lay back against the stern.
“Holy cow, this hurts.”
“Do you have any vinegar?” Rick asked Hal.
“I did, but I ran out and forgot to restock it.”
Rick’s fingers clutched my ankle while his other hand grabbed my knee. “Helen, how bad does it hurt?”
“Bad. It stings and burns.”
“Okay, Helen, we don’t have any vinegar to pour on it, but I can still help you. There is one thing I can do, but I don’t think you’re going to like it.”
I opened my eyes, locking them on his.
Not too long ago, on a restless late night, I’d caught the middle of a show on an animal discovery channel. I knew the words that sat on the tip of his tongue.
Oh, Lord. Please. Please, no. Are you kidding me? Of all the things that could go wrong today it has to be this?
A lump caught in my throat. “I know what you’re going to say.”
My body began trembling as I sat on the stern.
“Helen, you’re going into a bit of a state of shock.” He glanced up at Hal. “See if you can find Logan and Flora. We need to get her back to the hotel as soon as possible.” He glanced back at me. “While we wait, I need to help with this pain.”
“I’m not going to lay here while you pee on me.”
He frowned. “You could have a serious reaction any moment from this.”
“I’m not going to lay here while you pee on me.”
“Fine.” He scooped my shoulders in one arm and my legs in the other to carry me to the seat.
Pain shot up my leg into my hip and down through the tips of my toes. “Ouch,” I howled. “I can’t. I can’t move. Don’t move me. Set me down. I can’t. It’s too painful.”
“I’ve got to get you in the back of the boat so we can leave.”
“Okay. Okay. Move me.”
He wrapped both arms around me again, but before he could even lift me more than a few inches, I screamed in pain again.
Oh for the love of all that is holy. Why? Why? Why?
