Hidden
Depths
By: Angela Claire
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ISBN
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9781419922848
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Book Length
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Novel
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Publisher
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Ellora's Cave
Publishing Inc.
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Format Ebook
Imprint: Romantica®
Line: Breathless
Line: Breathless
DESCRIPTION
Evan Reynolds likes
his sex straightforward and without strings attached. An anonymous hook-up is
just his style. So the hot quickie with the high-class escort he hired to meet
him at one of his father’s parties suits him just fine.
The only problem is
she’s not a call girl.
Supremely aloof
executive assistant Andrea Prentiss has shot down passes from guys in a dozen
different languages. So when she realizes big-money-on-both-sides-of-the-family
Evan thinks she’s a whore he’s ordered up like a flower arrangement, it should
have prompted one of her most disdainful set-downs.
Instead, it makes the
ice princess hot. When Andrea gets together with Evan, her cool façade melts
away and his laid-back front starts to show its possessive, alpha-male Reynolds
roots.
But Andrea isn’t who
she seems. Her thaw is interrupted after a chance meeting identifies her
resemblance to a long-lost heiress. She disappears without a word only to
reappear months later. She’s in trouble, he’s confused and they’re both
exploring hidden depths.
A Romantica® erotic suspense romance from
Ellora’s Cave
Ellora's Cave: http://www.ellorascave.com/hidden-depths.html
Angela Claire's first love was romance novels, but she resolved to
give them up temporarily for law books (which were considerably less fun). In a
quest for a 'responsible' career, she headed off to Harvard law school,
obtained her diploma and settled into a corporate law practice in New York
city...which she hated! After staying in the rat race long enough to pay back
her massive student loans, Angela returned to her roots in the Midwest and is
now raising two active boys and working as a lawyer at a more leisurely pace
than big city law firm life would allow. She writes in her spare time and finds
romance in real life with her husband of 24 years. If you would like to contact
Angela at angelaclaire5162@yahoo.com, she would love to hear from you.
Q: How did you find your way from practicing law to writing
romance?
A: Actually, sad to say, I find the two things have absolutely
nothing to do with each other. Despite what you may have seen on "L.A.
Law" or "Perry Mason", the day to day practice of law is very
dry and boring. There is no whisking off to tropical islands to close deals or
fending off the advances of billionaire clients while saving struggling
companies. There are really just reams of paper and trivial details and anxious
folks wanting you to tell them what they want to hear. Which is where romance
comes in! (Did anyone say 'calgon take me away...?!') I can't tell you how many
times I've tuned out of listening to some blowhard in a boardroom and imagined
myself as an FBI agent in a safe house with a gorgeous guy. In fact, that's how
I came up with Saving McCade, my first book. If only the old guys in the
Boardroom knew...
Q: When do you find the time to write?
A: When nobody's looking at work....? Just kidding. I do a lot of
my writing at home in the evenings and on the weekend. My sons are both
teenagers now and (this will come as a surprise to those of you with young
kids), they really tend to need you a lot less in those years. So as much as I
start every Saturday morning seeing if the boys want to 'play', unfortunately I
usually get a no on that. It seems playing zombie video games with their
friends trumps hanging out with mom and dad. But at least it gives me a lot of
time to write.
Q: Is this the first time you've tried writing romance?
A: Actually, no. I tried my hand at it in the nineties when my
sons were little. For a few months, my saint of a husband would take the boys
out for one day on the weekend and I would sit at my computer letting my
imagination go wild. I had a great time with it then, but when another
publisher read the first three chapters of my book and asked for the whole
thing and then turned it down anyway, I was crushed. Despite some encouraging
words from the editor at the time, I found I couldn't take the rejection (and
preferred to just hang out with my husband and kids rather than keeping at
trying to write). Now that I'm older, I'm much better with rejection! (And, as
mentioned in my previous answer, my kids aren't as keen on hanging out with me
on the weekend now anyway!)
Q: What do you think of e-books?
A: They're great! In fact, it was only after I got a Nook and
started reading some Emma Wilde e-books (she's fabulous) that I thought to try
my hand at writing again. I think the e-book format is more conducive to first
time writers; publishers can take a chance on an unknown because they have to
invest relatively less cash than they do with print books. My husband laments
the potential demise of print books, claiming he likes the feel of a 'real'
book. And God knows, he's got about a million of them crammed into his study at
home. But as I tell him, books used to be written on papyrus by hand...and did
the invention of paper and a printing press mean the demise of the book? Of
course not! As long as we have writers and, just as importantly, readers, there
will be books, whatever form they may take.
Q: Romance gets a bad rap most of the time for being escapist or
lowbrow. Are you embarrassed to read it or write it?
A: Absolutely not! I get infuriated when people mock romance books
or equate romance reading with being brainless. It's absolutely ridiculous. As
a life long reader of romance and a first time writer of it, I'm proud of the
opportunity to give women (and I acknowledge it's mostly women) the opportunity
to just let go of real life and imagine themselves in an exciting situation
with an exciting guy. Most of us would not really want to be stuck on a
tropical island (even if it was with a hot guy), but what's wrong with dreaming
of it? It relieves stress the same way that some men get stress relief by watching
other men bat a ball around or punch each other out. No one suggests men who
watch baseball or boxing are stupid just because they do it. Everyone
understands it for the leisurely activity it is. I would hope someday the rest
of society would see romance reading in that light. (That being said, I admit I
do keep my vast romance collection on bookshelves in our bedroom, rather than
the living room! But that's just because we romance readers are misunderstood!)
Q: Is Angela Claire your real name?
A: No. I can't let those old guys in the Boardroom know what I'm
really thinking...
Q: How did you come up with your pseudonym?
A: I always wanted to have a little girl. Unfortunately, it never
happened. (My sons hate to hear that!) So I had a girl's name picked out in
advance and was never able to use it... Angela Claire. For a long time I
settled for just naming our cat (who is a girl) a version of it... Clairie...
but now I finally get to use the full name!
Favorite Quotes
“Why do you keep calling
Michael ‘Mr. Reynolds’?” he snapped. “It’s creepy.”
Her chin hiked up a little
higher. “I’m not interested in your impressions of my vernacular. Or in your
assessment of ‘creepy’. Some people might think it was ‘creepy’ to arrange for
a prostitute to come service you at a family party.”
“Not you, though, I guess.”
“On the
contrary, I found it heartwarming. I admire multitasking.”
“I want to brand you. I want to
own you so you never think to leave me again. Do you understand that?”
She closed the gap between a
mutter and a kiss, pressing her lips to his, thrusting her tongue in. But
whether she thought to placate him with her kisses or not, it wasn’t enough.
Not nearly enough. Still not letting her go, he walked her back to the built-in
bed against the bulkhead, yanking off the covers and pushing her down, coming
right on top of her.
When he had her beneath him, he
said, “What’s your name? Tell me.”
One shake of her head was
enough to undo him. He kissed her fiercely, again and again. “Tell me,” he
demanded, wedging his legs between her bare thighs, positioning his cock so he
could bury it between her legs where she was wet and ready for him.
Hands on either side of her
head, he kissed her. “What is your name, Andrea?”
“Athena,”
she whispered.
Chris Reynolds sipped a glass
of champagne and slapped Evan on the back, admiring his brother’s new wife in
her antique-lace cream wedding gown, fitted at the waist, tasteful but low cut.
“I cannot believe you got Andrea Prentiss, old man. I didn’t know you had it in
you.”
Chris, like the rest of the
Reynolds family, now knew Andrea’s background and true roots, but in an odd
twist continued to seem to regard her in what to them had been her most
important role—Michael’s unflappable assistant. “I’m a lucky guy,” Evan agreed,
watching his wife talking to Cassie, probably apologizing to her yet again for
getting her on the wrong end of a gun.
“Yep, you and Michael have got
some good ones, but for those of us left on the field, you provided some nice
eye candy here.” Chris nodded at Cassie, looking hot and resplendent in a short
pink minidress. “Though I have to admit she’s a little young.”
Evan eyed Tommy O’Neal, who for
his part just looked out of place and uncomfortable in an ill-fitting suit as
Evan’s father for some reason grilled him. Probably trying to set him up on
some cockamamie internship.
“A word of warning, Chris,
don’t set your sights on Cassie unless you want a knife through your ribs while
you’re not looking.”His brother glanced at the grocer. “Really? Her dad doesn’t
look that bad. He seems pretty friendly when he’s talking to your mom. I’m sure
he allows his daughter to, ah, date.”
“I know your version of dating,
bro, and it’s not her dad I’m talking about. That kid over there is wild about
her.”
Chris glanced over at the
competition. “I could take him.” “In a fair fight maybe but when it comes to
that girl, that kid won’t fight fair. Trust me.”
I received this book in exchange for an honest review.
What would you do if you go to a party for work and a very
hot guy grabs your hand and takes you up stairs and tells you to undress? He is
not asking but tell you has he is removing his close. And man is he hot… Well I know what I would do. That is what happens
to Andrea. She went to get her boss to sign paper and got more than she bargained
for but she didn’t seem to mind.
Evan was so used to using high-class escorts to give him
what he needed which was a quickie. But this time it was his mistake he thought
Andrea was one and once he had her in the room she wanted her so bad he could
wait and didn’t want to hear her excuses.
What will he do when he finds out the truth?
Evan decides he wants more for from Andrea but she pulls
away and runs. Evan is determined to find out why she ran and where she
is. Andrea has secrets, secrets that could
get her and Evan killed. Will she let
Evan help her? Will the people she is running from find her and kill her and
Evan? Can the love they found with each other survive the secrets?
I loved this book… There is action, adventure, sarcasm, and
murder. It is a fast paced story that keeps you wanting to know more.
FIVE SECRET ANGELS
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