Author: Angie Stanton

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Angie Stanton never planned on writing books—she wanted to be a Rockette. However, growing up in rural America with her brothers’ 4-H pigs as pets, she found that dance didn’t quite work out. Instead, she became an avid daydreamer. After years of perfecting stories in her head, she began to write them down, and the rest is history. When not writing, she loves watching natural disaster movies, going to Broadway musicals, and dipping French fries in chocolate shakes.

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Tour Review: Under the Spotlight by Angie Stanton

Tour Review: Under the Spotlight by Angie Stanton

Kristi’s Review: OK, so I’m going to be honest. When I signed up for this tour, I solely signed up for this based on this amazing cover. It’s gorgeous and made me want to read more about this couple. When I began reading the story this past weekend, I realized I read book one, Rock and a Hard Place, eons ago! Squee, I love those little surprises. But I’m sorta out of the loop—and I need to catch up and read book two, Snapshot, to complete the brothers! This book has two spunky characters and if I’m truthful, Garrett was a bit of a prick in the beginning (and middle)…but I kinda love the jerks even the ones who are jerks for most of the book. Then there’s Riley. Riley — damn she is strong to put up with a mother like hers. I don’t blame her for being hesitant… Read more »

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$25 GC GIVEAWAY and Happy Release Day…Under the Spotlight by Angie Stanton

$25 GC GIVEAWAY and Happy Release Day…Under the Spotlight by Angie Stanton

Happy RELEASE Day to Angie Stanton… I can’t wait to read this! Looks amazing! Here’s an exclusive excerpt… and don’t forget to enter the giveaway at the bottom! Happy reading! Chapter 1 Garrett’s head pounded, and not from the hangover that would greet him with the sunrise, but from being slammed against the wall. Or maybe it was from the few punches that came later when he crashed to the floor of Ye Ole Boston Brew Pub and knocked his head on the beer-stained tile. He rubbed his unshaven face, and dried blood flaked into his hand. Great. He needed a shower and an aspirin, but the Boston city jail offered neither. Where the hell was Peter? It had been over an hour. The sharp edge of the narrow bench he lay on cut into his back, making his already battered body even more sore. He only hoped the other… Read more »

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