Sunday, January 29, 2012

Thoughts for 2012






January is almost over . . . finally! It has to be the longest month ever. Thirty-one days that feel more like sixty-one, the awful weather (here in the UK anyway) dull, grey and often raining. We haven’t even had any snow this year to brighten the dreary landscape. But my cat thinks it’s nearly Spring, so there’s hope. The picture above shows her in her new role of bookmark!

I’m not really one for making (and breaking) resolutions, but a new year is still a good time for change. Dig out that long forgotten manuscript for instance, blow the hypothetical dust off, and finish it! Or simply get rid of a few annoying characters in a particularly grisly way – well we are Black Rose J I had a character who’d still been lurking in the story somewhere near the end of the sequel to Fledgling, and had become more than a little bit aggravating. I didn’t know what to do about him for a while, and I wasn’t sure how to resolve the plot finale with him still a part of it. So, I’m sorry to say, come 1st January, he was history! I felt better, even if the character didn’t.

I’m quite disciplined when it comes to writing, I set myself deadlines and try hard to keep to them. It doesn’t always work of course, because other work gets in the way, and sometimes life gets in the way. But my characters are a feisty lot, and they do take over. There’s no arguing with them. (Unless I kill them off!) Hopefully the second month in 2012 will see the spectacular finale to Renegades now that my aggravating character has been removed from the equation. If that’s a kind of New Year’s resolution, then it’s one I vow to keep!


Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Not a new resolution


The New Year doesn’t mean new goals for me. I’m continuing projects started last year. The third book in my Finding Rhodes End is in progress along with several shorter writing projects. I'm returning several familiar characters to Rhodes End to face another cursed evil. In addition I’m blogging regularly on my personal blog, Barbara Edwards Comments.

Time is in short supply and I’ve seriously wondered why I can’t be cloned or add a wife to do all my chores.
I hope you’ve read my Finding Rhodes End series. Here’s a chance to learn more.

In Ancient Awakening, Police Officer ‘Mel’ Petersen investigates a death only she believes 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 Stephen Zoriak is a prime suspect. Steve worked for a major pharmaceutical company where he discovered a weapon so dangerous he destroys the research. He is exposed to the dangerous organism. He suspects he is the killer and agrees to help her find the truth.

In the course of their investigation Mel and Steve find the real killer and a love that defies death.

Excerpt:
Steve’s fingers clawed through his rumpled hair as he absently adjusted the focus on his microscope. He needed another trim badly. His rapidly growing hair was more than an irritation. Along with his thickened nails, it was another symptom.

Frustrated when his vision remained blurred he closed his eyes. He had to take a break. He hadn’t slept since early yesterday morning. His ability to concentrate on the task at hand was keeping him sane, but his thoughts twisted with the implications of the discovery at the dump.

Swallowing a mouthful of the artificial protein drink he’d concocted when nothing else would settle in his stomach, he stared at the fresh slide sample.

What he’d seen of the bloodless corpse had poised him on the edge of panic. He couldn’t hesitate any longer. He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyelids to blot out the memory of Mel concentrating on the puzzle of the dead man, her changeable hazel eyes green with curiosity.

He didn’t want to think about Mel. The way she always moved like those too thin, sensuous women on the covers of glamour magazines, with slim hips, long legs and no breasts had his groin tightening. The longing to taste her lips added to his misery. He could smell her scent on the breeze.


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Ancient Blood, Book Two: Finding Rhodes End

Lily Alban escapes a murderous stalker, but his vicious attack leaves her with the ability to see auras. She finds safety in the tiny hamlet of Rhodes End where a stranger stands out like a red light. Try as she might to deny her growing desire for Cole, she seeks his help but soon discovers the man she loves is not a man at all.

Werewolf Cole Benedict resists his attraction to Lily. A botanist researching the healing herbs to find a cure for Lycanthropy, he’s determined to protect Lily from her stalker as well as himself even in human form, but instinct takes over when he changes to his inner beast.

Together they must use their extraordinary gifts to catch Lily’s stalker before he attacks again, but revealing their secrets to one another could destroy their growing love or save them both.



Excerpt:

“Lily?” His strong hands gently cupped her shoulders.

“Don’t, please don’t.”

She pulled away, fully intending to flee. Her resistance shattered, and she turned into his embrace. It was too late to escape. Pressing against his strength, she wound her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. His erection prodded her stomach, and she moaned. A heavy groan filled his throat as he lifted her from her feet. He kicked the bag aside as he sat her on the counter.

“I can’t wait,” he growled. His flaring aura spiraled with colors she couldn’t name. She caught her breath. One hand burrowed through her hair, keeping her still as he stepped between her thighs. “You’re all I could think about all day.”

Clasping her bottom, he slid her to the edge of the counter. With his lips claiming her mouth, he unbuttoned her slacks, than lifted her slightly to push them down and off.

The cold surface only made her more aware of his scorching heat. His rough denim pants scraped her inner thighs in contrast with the silky hair under her palms. Her pulse leaped, and she gasped. His male scent mixed with hints of the wild forest filled her nostrils. When his fingertip explored the heated moisture gathering at her juncture, she tightened her thighs around his hips.




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Thursday, January 12, 2012

New Year, New Release

Coming soon, the third book in the Mates of the Guardians series. 

In Book 1, His Ship, Her Fantasy, Alastair--a Guardian Shield--finds his mate Ellie, a space engineer on the ship he's attached to. They both barely escape the spaceship before it explodes. But who sabotaged the ship and for what purpose is left to be determined... 

In Book 2, His Hope, Her Salvation, Donovan, a Guardian Hunter, and his mate, Judith, succeed in freeing Judith from the tyranny of a brutal father and fiance in Georgian England only to receive an urgent message to return to Elysia, the Guardian's home planet.

Book 3 brings all the characters together on a new adventure, this time in Victorian England. 

Masquerading as an American, Eallair, a Guardian Steward from another world, is searching Victorian England for the kidnapped mate of a fellow Guardian. When he meets Miss Harriet Cartwright, he knows her for the spirited, intelligent mate he has longed to find.

Since the death of their parents, Harriet has used her intelligence and sharp tongue to guard her sister from fortune hunters, but now that Prudence is close to choosing a husband, Harriet can consider her own future—one hopefully filled with adventure. When she meets Eallair, an American rancher who likes to travel and isn’t put off by her outspokenness, she is intrigued.

But before Harriet and Eallair can explore their attraction, she and her sister are kidnapped. While Eallair scours the countryside for them, Harriet discovers Eallair’s off-world origins. Now she must decide: just how much adventure does she want in her future?