| "She has taken us to many worlds and fought many battles and yet she can still keep us on the edge of our seat and has us begging for more. I don’t know how she does it as long as she keeps on doing it I don’t care, I just want more. If sci-fi is your cup of tea, this story is one you cannot miss." Lydia Funneman, Writers Unlimited |
| "...a book written a little differently from the others in the series. Before, there was some humor, some lighter than others, yet the darkness inundated them till the end. This time, Angela has used a decidedly lighter touch, and it serves her well. Simon and Gabie are not a pair you can really take seriously, they are both inherently lighthearted, and that is not lost in the telling. Once again, I found The Heart of a Smuggler to be an exceptional read, and one that I know I will go back to again and again." Rose Romance at Heart |
| "...is known for her futuristic adventure romance novels with strong characters, lots of action, and a mystery or two. Heart of a Smuggler has all that in spades! We also see a dash more of humor in this book than is usually found. ...has just the right formula for success with her Heart and Soul series. Heart of a Smuggler is a mighty fine example of the fact Angela’s star is still on the rise and will continue in that direction for a long long time. I’m loving every minute of the journey and hope the adventures in the Heart and Soul universes never stops!" Kelley A. Hartsell ck2skwipsandkritiques |
| Heart of a Smuggler |
| Smugglers steered clear of the Daamens. Except for this smuggler and her motley crew. “Well, well,” she said gaily. “Finishing some business, I see?” She waved past Shamon at Simon, who, Shamon saw from a quick glance over his shoulder, didn’t know whether to laugh or frown. To be fair, there was something about the wench’s tenacity and boldness that tickled the humour of the Daamens…along with annoying them at times. “I don’t believe I’ve met you,” she continued, sticking out her hand to Torkra, who was staring at her. “I’m Gabie.” Not knowing what else to do, and never one to embarrass a lass, Torkra gingerly engulfed her hand in his big palm and gave it a gentle shake. “We’re in the same business.” She looked slyly at Shamon and Heddam. “I strongly doubt that,” Shamon returned. “In fact, wench, I know ‘tis not true.” “Why, you big joker, you!” She gave him a hearty smack on one massive bicep. He’d sure like to return the hearty smack on a very pert bottom. “He’s such a joker,” she informed Torkra. “Ha,” Torkra said, totally at a loss. “So…” Gabie eyed the loaded hover trays near the merchants with whom the Daamens were dealing. “Business is good, huh?” “Our business is good.” Shamon eyed the bright-eyed wench with one upraised brow, torn between the desire to laugh or scowl, an emotion never far off when Gabie was around. The wench was outrageous. “Your business isn’t.” Copyright: Angela Verdenius 2009 |