Saturday, September 19, 2009

Barbara Edwards and her writing


About Barbara Edwards and her writing

I’m Barbara Edwards and I live in New England.
This is fertile ground for writing paranormal. For example, this is the location of the first verified vampire grave. I could go on about haunted light houses, graveyards and buildings, but I’d rather save that for my books.
My husband, (a retired police sergeant with absolutely no belief in the paranormal) and I live in a Victorian gothic built in 1872. We’re remodeling the interior and keeping the exterior as close to original as possible. The single ghost is a quiet spirit.
I love antique roses and am trying to establish a garden with old-fashioned perennials. It is a sure source of relaxation for me.
We’ve been Civil War re-enactors for several years, fighting for the Confederacy with both the Third Florida and 12th Georgia.
I’ve written historical romance and romantic suspense, but have found my niche with paranormal romance. The Black Rose line is a wonderful source of the stories I love to read- dark, suspenseful, intriguing- and write.
My book Ancient Awakening is a Black Rose at The Wild Rose Press.
Ancient Awakening by Barbara Edwards Finding Rhodes End Book One


Blurb: Police Officer Melanie Petersen is the only one who believes a suspicious death is murder. By disobeying direct orders from the Rhodes End Chief, she risks her career to follow clues that twist in circles to her backyard and lead the killer to her. Her neighbor Stephan Zoriak is a prime suspect. While working for a major pharmaceutical company, he is exposed to a dangerous organism that changed him. He suspects he is the killer and agrees to help Mel find the truth when the deaths continue. In the course of their investigation Mel and Steve find more death and continued distrust that make them wonder if love can defy death.

Excerpt:
“Don’t touch me, Mel, not unless you’re willing to do a lot more,” he warned as her hazel eyes flared golden.
“Don’t threaten me, Steve. You’re…”
He pulled her into his arms despite the alarm bells clanging in his head.
Danger! Danger! Danger!
Her widened eyes met his. Mel’s hands were trapped against his chest, but she didn’t push him away. Instead, her fingers curled into his shirt.
Her mistake. His mistake was to crush her mouth under his.
Mel’s soft lips parted. Need exploded. The taste of black coffee didn’t hide her sweet flavor. As her tongue tangled with his, her arms slid around his neck and her fingers burrowed through his hair.
Steve hungered to peel the starched shirt off her soft shoulders, lay her on the thick turf and ease his desire. He tasted her brows, her cheek, along her throat, seeking the source of her call. Her pulse whipped under his mouth, awakening another need.
His teeth gently closed on the vulnerable vein.
He wanted, wanted, wanted…
Cold alarm chilled his pounding blood.
Steve gasped for air. He’d forgotten his own ironclad rule. Mel’s eyelids flittered open to reveal the molten glow of desire but he forced himself free.
He had no right to touch any woman. Not until he knew he hadn’t become what he had set out to destroy.

For more information, visit me at
http://www.barbaraedwards.net/
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2 comments:

  1. I've always wanted to visit New England but haven't gotten there yet. Haunted light houses, old victorians, vampire graves...I can't wait. Your book sounds fascinating and that cover is down right YUMMY! Nice to meet you and I look forward to seeing what you bring to the garden next!

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  2. Barbara, so proud of you! I loved your work!

    Amanda

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