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What’s in Your Purse?
A guest post with Angela Smith

Angela_SmithDo you prefer a small, medium, or large purse?  Do you change purses as often as you change hairstyles?  Do you have a different purse for each event?  Do you have a particular style you gravitate toward, a particular color?

I’m a large purse carrier, and I always tell myself I’m going to trim it down because most of the stuff in my purse isn’t necessary to carry on a daily basis.  And yet, I still end up getting a big purse.  I require certain pockets, but sometimes those pockets get ignored (especially if it’s a small one in between two larger ones.)

If you needed to borrow a small sewing kit or pain reliever, I’m probably not the girl to ask, so I don’t really know what’s lurking at the bottom of my purse except receipts I should have gotten rid of long ago.  My keys, sunshades, wallet, and of course my cell phone.  I carry hand sanitizer, lip gloss and a mirror, but I don’t usually carry makeup.  Why would all that require such a large purse?

When we first meet Reagan, in Burn on the Western Slope, she is on a trip with her obsessive-compulsive cousin, who is upset about the status of the luggage and purse Reagan carries.

“Why in the world didn’t you use some of that money your uncle gave you to buy yourself a new set of luggage?”

“There’s nothing wrong with this suitcase.”

“Except that it’s missing a wheel.” Leave it to Naomi to notice the small details. “Seriously,” Naomi continued, “your luggage is an expression of yourself. An extension of your wardrobe.”

“And mine clearly expresses the status of my life at the moment. Here’s the key.” Reagan held up the key and grabbed hold of her bag before it toppled over and took Naomi’s prized set with it.

“First thing we’re doing is going shopping. New bags. New keychain.”

“It’s one key, and I didn’t see the need to take up valuable space in my purse for one key. The pocket would have been fine if it wasn’t torn.”

“New purse.” Naomi stepped aside, giving Reagan space to open the door. But Reagan couldn’t do it. She wasn’t ready to begin this new era.

Haha, that’s how I feel at times, rummaging through my purse because I know something is there, I just can’t find it.  I haven’t always been disorganized, but the older I get and the more responsibilities I have stacked on top of me, sometimes I have a hard time keeping track.

The worst part of carrying a large purse is shopping.  Sometimes I’ll switch purses and take out just the basics so I don’t have to lug around a heavy bag, but I always end up needing something out of it at just that moment.  I swear sometimes I look like a bag lady with the purse I carry.  It is somewhat ridiculous.

However, Googling a woman’s purse has made me realize something.  I don’t carry dirty socks, used items, food, or old gum.  So I must be okay, right?

What about you?  What’s in your purse?

Burn on the Western Slope
Angela Smith

BWS_CoverReagan McKinney is on a mission to discover more about a deceased uncle who mysteriously left her a sizable inheritance, a condo in the mountains, and a stash of stolen jewels. With both her graphic design career and her love life in shambles, the opportunity to begin a new life couldn’t have come at a better time. When she becomes involved with the sexy FBI agent next door, she finds her struggle is not only to keep her heart intact, but her life. Grief stricken after an undercover investigation ends in the death of his partner, FBI Agent Garret Chambers goes home to find solace in the arms of his mountain retreat.

That is, until his boss assigns him to investigate the spirited brunette staying in the condo next door. He is assigned to investigate Reagan’s involvement with a large jewel fencing organization, but his investigation becomes comprised when his attraction to her heats up. Will his discovery destroy everything he has come to love, including Reagan?

Publication Date: July 15, 2013
Publisher: Crimson Romance
Genre: Romance
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About Angela Smith

In high school, I was dubbed most likely to write a novel because I always had my nose stuck in a book. I’ll never forget the day the history teacher told me to finish my page and put down the novel romance I had hidden behind the history book that he was lecturing us on. I thought it was cool of him to let me finish my page, LOL! Of course, I closed the paperback right then. I was way too nervous to finish reading with all eyes on me.

Most people didn’t know back then how much I wanted to write, and now it’s no secret. I’ve always loved reading about the adventure of love, and getting involved in the legal field developed my love of suspense. I believe the whole act of love is a mystery that most people have trouble resolving, so now I work on resolving the mystery of love for my characters. It might be the only thing in life I can solve!

I work full time as a certified paralegal and spend my nights writing my next scenes.