On Kindle Unlimited by Barbara Edwards

I’m so excited!

My publisher Books by Wings Epress has put my two historical romances on Kindle Unlimited.

If you already have this service from Amazon, here is your chance to enjoy both novels. I’m plotting sequels to both and would love to know which one you’d like first.

Another Love 

by Barbara Edwards 

http://www.books-by-wings-epress.com/another-love

Some promises are made to be broken.

Caught in a web of political intrigue, graft and threats to a beloved child, Meg Warren and Drew Larkin hunt the men threatening the downfall of President Cleveland and the economic fabric of America. From a poor farm to the ostentatious world of New York’s elite, they sift lies, discover trust and an attraction they cannot resist. The last thing they expect to find is a love worth more than gold.

Susan E. Falk "apckrfan" reviewed Another Love

 1890s Romantic Suspense December 13

Set in the US East Coast in 1893, ANOTHER LOVE is a historical romance with a suspenseful plot. We are introduced to a loving, independent Meg who takes unwanted orphans into her home.

To clear her name of Drew's accusations as to her involvement in his nephew's kidnapping Meg reluctantly agrees to help the boy's uncle, Drew, reveal the people responsible for the kidnapping of his nephew.

"A real page-turner with wonderful characters and a unique plot. You can't miss with this one."-­Award-winning author Patricia Potter

Review from Romantic Times Magazine **** 1/2 (four and one-half stars)

Another Love 

by Barbara Edwards 

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Annie’s Heart

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Annie’s Heart was the result of a dream I had about living on the Kansas plains after the Civil War ended. I researched the area and found the hardships settlers faced to be overwhelming. I was surprised so many not only survived, but thrived. Annie is a strong woman with too many problems, but she is a survivor.

I hope you take this opportunity to read about her.

Blurb:

Only two coins and a gold pendant heart separate widowed ANNIE MOSS from disaster. The fields need to be plowed, the barn repaired and food stored for the winter, but she is alone and afraid. Her dream of a home for her children hangs from the promise of a wandering man to keep moving on, a man she has no reason to trust.

TRACE RANDOLPH has lost everything except his honor, so when a desperate ANNIE saves his life he knows he must pay his debt, even if it means marrying her. The only promise he makes is to leave before the winter snows. A promise he finds impossible to keep.

Excerpt:

Trace wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and hefted another bundle of shingles onto his shoulder. The sweat dripped off him and he knew he smelled like an old goat. He wondered if Annie had noticed, or if he were the only one suffering from this itch. His mouth was parched and he made a note to purchase more mints when he visited town. A blister burned on his heel. And work shoes. His high-heeled boots weren’t designed for doing farm chores.

He planned on taking a quick dip in the creek later to wash away his ripe odor. The scent of lavender, light and delicate as the woman herself, filled his head. Annie stood behind him. He turned. She smiled and held out a dripping glass of water. Nodding his thanks, he swallowed the drink with pleasure. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and her blue eyes flicked from his fingers to his mouth.

"When do you expect to be done?"

A longing to touch her seared him like a hot poker. Trace jerked his gaze from her mouth to eye the rising sun and gathering clouds. He gauged the daylight hours left.

"Maybe by tonight. It looks like rain, and I hope to have it completed so you won’t be inconvenienced again."

Her fingers trembled slightly when she held out her hand for the empty glass. His gaze darted to her face. She blushed at his bold stare and stepped back.

"I’m sure I never implied--"

"No, you didn’t, but I have eyes in my head. You need your privacy. I intend to get Digger’s bunk ready as well as my own."

She blushed a color reminiscent of the climbing roses in his mother’s garden. He realized she was embarrassed by his reference to sleeping arrangements. He was enchanted by her sweet reaction. A woman so innocent shouldn’t be the mother of two children.

Her gaze dropped to the ground as she hugged the glass to her breasts. The dripping condensation soaked into the fabric. She didn’t notice the wet material clinging to her soft outline, but he did. Heat pulsed low in his groin. He longed to trace the outline of dampness with his mouth.

"I need to go into town. Would you like to come?" Trace didn’t know where the suggestion sprang from, but Annie’s eyes sparkled with anticipation, then dimmed.

"But we have chores to…"

"Let Digger do them," he interrupted.

She hesitated. Cackling laughter followed by a whoop of excitement broke the silence stretching between them. Annie gave him a shaky nod before heading back toward the house.

Trace cursed under his breath as he watched the sweet sway of her hips when she climbed the shallow steps to the porch. Annie was soft and curvy in all the right places. She cast him a quick glance before darting inside.

Review:

”... Barbara Edwards creates a romance that proves life is about surviving disaster. Growing back stronger, and most of all, the courage to love." **** (four stars), Gerry Benninger, Romantic Times Magazine

Annie's Heart 

by Barbara Edwards 

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Bio:

 I’m Barbara Edwards and a native New Englander. I’m a graduate of the University of Hartford with a Master’s degree in Public Administration. I write poetry for myself and novels when I need to tell a longer tale. I’m fascinated by the past so naturally turned to writing historical romance. The dark paranormal stories evolve from nightmares. The romance comes from my belief in people’s basic goodness and longing for love. 

I lived in Florida for several years and am past president of the Central Florida Romance Writers and a member of Romance Writers of America.

When I returned to Connecticut, I founded the Charter Oak Romance Writers, a Chapter of Romance Writers of America, along with several close friends
 My husband is a retired Police Sergeant. We share an interest Civil War re-enacting and travel the Eastern states to participate in events. I love visiting museums, galleries and battle sites, gathering information for my stories.

I taught Romance Writing at Manchester Community college for three years.

I’m fond of gardening and growing antique roses with limited success. 

Most of my exercise is when my Belgian Shepherd, Keeno, demands a walk.

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Do you know the 5W tool? by Barbara Edwards

Do you know the 5W tool? by Barbara Edwards

At a recent meeting of Charter Oak Romance writers, we were discussing the difference between experienced writers and the newly minted.  

I mentioned that going over the basics is always useful and a short session we’re planning to add to our meeting.

How about the old 5W?

I was taught this simple tool in elementary school by a wonderful teacher named Hazel Robinson. 

The five Ws are Who, What, Where, When, Why.

These are basic questions to ask about every written article. The example my teacher used was the newspaper. The this day I ask if the article answers the five questions. Recently many news reports lack the When.

To use it for my work is pretty easy.

Who? the hero and Heroine.

What? the basic situation that draws them together.

Where? the local of the story.

When? today, last week, Medieval, Regency, whatever.

Why? This gets tricky. It involves the conflict, background, the characters goals.

The nicest plus is that it makes writing a synopsis easier.

Using an old tool makes my work better.

Do you have a method you use to keep your writing focused? Please share.

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Some promises are made to be broken.

Caught in a web of political intrigue, graft and threats to a beloved child, Meg Warren and Drew Larkin hunt the men threatening the downfall of President Cleveland and the economic fabric of America. From a poor farm to the ostentatious world of New York’s elite, they sift lies, discover trust and an attraction they cannot resist. The last thing they expect to find is a love worth more than gold.

"Quote." – Pat Potter, award winning author calls Another Love…“A real page turner with wonderful characters and a unique plot. You can’t miss with this one.”

Review from Romantic Times Magazine **** 1/2 (four and one-half stars)

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What President did what? by Barbara Edwards

Presidents’ birthdays were celebrated twice in February when I was in school. Not a holiday but a time of respect. I learned about Washington and Lincoln and developed a love of history. In writing my very first novel I researched Grover Cleveland for background in my story.

Cleveland had the distinction of being 22nd and 24th president. The only non-consecutive two terms of a president.

There was a tremendous amount of scandal during elections in those days. Accusations of adultery, illegitimate children, and theft were published in the news on a daily basis. Candidates need a thick skin and the ability to throw mud harder than their opponent.

Things don’t seem to have changed much.

So Cleveland was in my first novel. A minor player but important to the plot.

Check out Another Love by Barbara Edwards

A Historical Romance

Available at Books by WingsEpress

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Blurb: 

Some promises are made to be broken.

Caught in a web of political intrigue, graft and threats to a beloved child, Meg Warren and Drew Larkin hunt the men threatening the downfall of President Cleveland and the economic fabric of America. From a poor farm to the ostentatious world of New York’s elite, they sift lies, discover trust and an attraction they cannot resist. The last thing they expect to find is a love worth more than gold.

Excerpt: 

Meg quivered like a trapped bird in his arms. Her slender bones were as fragile and delicate as the lace edging her collar. Alarm widened her eyes.

"How can you prove your innocence? I can think of a way.”

 His mouth locked over hers, smothering her protest. His tongue probed the seam between her lips and she moved head back. He instantly slipped his hand to the back of her head to hold her still. His tongue coaxed.

Her thick hair loosened from its knot. The heavy length cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. Drew groaned when the silken tresses brushed his hands. His fingers twined in the softly scented curls. He tugged gently. Upon her gasp, his tongue surged between her lips.

Her hands stilled, then she caught his lower lip with her teeth and bit down, hard. She whirled away to face him from the other side of the small room. If he thought she looked regal before, now she looked magnificent. A Greek goddess, breasts uplifted with pride and rage, her hair flowing like dark water over her slim shoulders.

She pointed an accusing finger at him and he fully expected a bolt of lightening to char him to a cinder.

"I will not prove anything by going to bed with you," she cried.

"Quote." – Pat Potter, award winning author calls Another Love…“A real page turner with wonderful characters and a unique plot. You can’t miss with this one.”

Review from Romantic Times Magazine **** 1/2 (four and one-half stars)

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Surprise! #3.99 for my historical romances by Barbara Edwards

A big surprise for my followers! #3.99 for Another Love and Annie's Heart by Barbara Edwards

Even when you think things are set in cement, they can change. My first publisher changed their name from Wings Epress to Books by Wings epress. http://www.books-by-wings-epress.com Not a biggie you might say and you’d be wrong. Another publisher started using Wings e-press and people looking for Wings got confused and frustrated.

Changing the name involved a new website, a new venue for print books and re-listing all the books in their catalogue. it took time and a ton of effort. Wings has a new Facebook page, too.

https://www.facebook.com/Wingsbooks16/ where they display new books.

I’m excited about the changes. My first book was published by Wings in 2000. And they still offer it.

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Another Love by Barbara Edwards

Some promises are made to be broken. Caught in a web of political intrigue, graft and threats to a beloved child, Meg Warren and Drew Larkin hunt the men threatening the downfall of President Cleveland and the economic fabric of America. From a poor farm to the ostentatious world of New York’s elite, they sift lies, discover trust and an attraction they cannot resist.

Some promises are made to be broken.

Caught in a web of political intrigue, graft and threats to a beloved child, Meg Warren and Drew Larkin hunt the men threatening the downfall of President Cleveland and the economic fabric of America. From a poor farm to the ostentatious world of New York’s elite, they sift lies, discover trust and an attraction they cannot resist. The last thing they expect to find is a love worth more than gold.
TRACE RANDOLPH has lost everything except his honor, so when a desperate ANNIE saves his life he knows he must pay his debt, even if it means marrying her. The only promise he makes is to leave before the winter snows. A promise he finds impossible to keep.

Looking at Another Love by Barbara Edwards at #smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/293526

"Quote." – Pat Potter, Award winning author calls Another love…“A real page turner with wonderful characters and a unique plot. You can’t miss with this one.”

Reviews from Romantic Times Magazine **** 1/2 (four and one-half stars)

Drew Larkin has fallen into the hands of his prey. When Meg Warren rescues him from the tumble he takes from his horse, she unwittingly provides the opportunity he needs to prove she is involved in the kidnapping of his nephew. The pretty Meg vows she knows of no plot to hold the boy ransom in exchange for a political favor, one that would force Drew's father to betray President Cleveland.

But she does have a secret. Never having the love of a family, she means to keep hers together. It is the only way to protect the brood of orphans she has adopted. She must resist the powerful feelings this stranger evokes at all costs. Drew is torn between his growing desire for Meg and loyalty to his family. How can they trust one another, despite their growing attraction?

ANOTHER LOVE is a story that is hard to put down. The characters are well-developed and the setting is vivid amidst a solid, balanced plot.

Excerpt:

June, 1893

North of New York City

"Ma, Ma," a high-pitched voice yelled. "He looks dead."

Andrew Larkin cursed as agony knifed up his thigh and threatened to split his skull, but he struggled onto his elbows. He squinted as an assortment of human shapes floated and danced before his blurred vision. Bright New England sunlight shattered into a rainbow of colors around a skinny young girl in a dark brown frock and wrinkled white pinafore. Her grimy fingers dug in the furry neck of the huge mongrel panting into Drew’s face. He inhaled the acrid odor of fresh manure from the nearby fields.

"I’m. Not. Dead." He said as a slender coverall-clad figure crouched in the road next to him. Urgency set his nerves to thrumming. President Cleveland couldn’t wait. He had to get moving. "Why don’t you help me back onto my horse, son? If your Ma gets here, I’ll let her take a look."

"I am Ma," she snapped impatiently as she jerked free the battered straw hat shading her face and settled back onto her bare heels. Shockingly thick auburn hair, fastened with a leather thong, tumbled down her back. Her face clearly showed her resentment at the way his gaze moved over the way her baggy overalls snugged her flared hips, clearly outlining her shapely derriere. A flush burned red flags on her cheeks. "Your leg is bleeding, mister, and…"

To his amazement, her fingers brushed like butterfly wings over his face and through his tumbled hair. He flinched when she probed a tender spot behind his ear.

"You took quite a wallop on the head. Hold still."

She wiped her perspiring brow with a sun-browned forearm, then pulled a worn jackknife from her hip pocket, flipped the blade open and calmly proceeded to cut away his bloodstained pant leg. The little girl whimpered.

"Don’t be afraid, Martha. He’ll be fine," Her cultured voice flowed over him like warm honey, soothing as a mother’s lullaby.

The child frowned, but her whimpers ceased.

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Annie’s Heart by Barbara Edwards

Only two coins and a gold pendant heart separate widowed ANNIE MOSS from disaster. The fields need to be plowed, the barn repaired and food stored for the winter, but she is alone and afraid. Her dream of a home for her children hangs from the promise of a wandering man to keep moving on, a man she has no reason to trust.

Looking at Annie's Heart by Barbara Edwards at #smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/296872

   Annie Moss buries her abusive husband with no regret, hoping desperately that she'll be able to keep the abandoned stage station as a home for herself and her two children.

On her way home, she find Trace Randolph, gunshot and unconscious. As he recovers, Trace helps Annie out, while reminding her that he must leave before winter comes.

The tremendous physical hardship that the country presents is as much a threat to their love as Annie's mistrust of men and Trace's reluctance to settle, Barbara Edwards creates a romance that proves life is about "surviving disaster. Growing back stronger," and most of all, the courage to love. 

**** (four stars), Gerry Benninger, Romantic Times Magazine

Excerpt: Trace wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and hefted another bundle of shingles onto his shoulder. The sweat dripped off him and he knew he smelled like an old goat. He wondered if Annie had noticed, or if he were the only one suffering from this itch. His mouth was parched and he made a note to purchase more mints when he visited town. A blister burned on his heel. And work shoes. His high-heeled boots weren’t designed for doing farm chores.

He planned on taking a quick dip in the creek later to wash away his ripe odor. The scent of lavender, light and delicate as the woman herself, filled his head. Annie stood behind him. He turned. She smiled and held out a dripping glass of water. Nodding his thanks, he swallowed the drink with pleasure. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and her blue eyes flicked from his fingers to his mouth.

"When do you expect to be done?"

A longing to touch her seared him like a hot poker. Trace jerked his gaze from her mouth to eye the rising sun and gathering clouds. He gauged the daylight hours left.

"Maybe by tonight. It looks like rain, and I hope to have it completed so you won’t be inconvenienced again."

Her fingers trembled slightly when she held out her hand for the empty glass. His gaze darted to her face. She blushed at his bold stare and stepped back.

"I’m sure I never implied--"

"No, you didn’t, but I have eyes in my head. You need your privacy. I intend to get Digger’s bunk ready as well as my own."

She blushed a color reminiscent of the climbing roses in his mother’s garden. He realized she was embarrassed by his reference to sleeping arrangements. He was enchanted by her sweet reaction. A woman so innocent shouldn’t be the mother of two children.

Her gaze dropped to the ground as she hugged the glass to her breasts. The dripping condensation soaked into the fabric. She didn’t notice the wet material clinging to her soft outline, but he did. Heat pulsed low in his groin. He longed to trace the outline of dampness with his mouth.

"I need to go into town. Would you like to come?" Trace didn’t know where the suggestion sprang from, but Annie’s eyes sparkled with anticipation, then dimmed.

"But we have chores to…"

"Let Digger do them," he interrupted.

She hesitated. Cackling laughter followed by a whoop of excitement broke the silence stretching between them. Annie gave him a shaky nod before heading back toward the house.

Trace cursed under his breath as he watched the sweet sway of her hips when she climbed the shallow steps to the porch. Annie was soft and curvy in all the right places. She cast him a quick glance before darting inside.

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Politics make me laugh by Barbara Edwards

Don’t get me wrong. I’ve been interested in politics my entire life, but today I heaved a sigh of relief. 

The last primaries are today and I thought how wonderful it would be to turn on the television and watch a show. Then I realized the political coverage will be overwhelming over the next few months. I laughed so hard my sides hurt when I heard one announcer claim this election is going to be offensive and full of attack ads.

The news media is so weird. 

I did research for my historical: Another Love. and found politics have always been vicious. President Cleveland was the object of terrible accusations. If you study history these candidates are mild. 

Madison and Jefferson were vitriolic. The only thing they didn’t accuse each other of was murder. The newspapers were full of hateful and nasty comments. Laws about slander didn’t exist.

It seems with the advent of radio then television the speech is muzzled. 

Curse words and wild talk are controlled by ‘rules’, but the exchange of insults has already begun.

If you’re really interested you can research any of the previous elections for laughs.

As for me, I thinks I’m turning off my television.

Another Love

Some promises are made to be broken.

Caught in a web of political intrigue, graft and threats to a beloved child, Meg Warren and Drew Larkin hunt the men threatening the downfall of President Cleveland and the economic fabric of America. From a poor farm to the ostentatious world of New York’s elite, they sift lies, discover trust and an attraction they cannot resist. The last thing they expect to find is a love worth more than gold.

1893

North of New York City

"Ma, Ma," a high-pitched voice yelled. "He looks dead."

Andrew Larkin cursed as agony knifed up his thigh and threatened to split his skull, but he struggled onto his elbows. He squinted as an assortment of human shapes floated and danced before his blurred vision. Bright New England sunlight shattered into a rainbow of colors around a skinny young girl in a dark brown frock and wrinkled white pinafore. Her grimy fingers dug in the furry neck of the huge mongrel panting into Drew’s face. He inhaled the acrid odor of fresh manure from the nearby fields.

"I’m. Not. Dead." He said as a slender coverall-clad figure crouched in the road next to him. Urgency set his nerves to thrumming. President Cleveland couldn’t wait. He had to get moving. "Why don’t you help me back onto my horse, son? If your Ma gets here, I’ll let her take a look."

"I am Ma," she snapped impatiently as she jerked free the battered straw hat shading her face and settled back onto her bare heels. Shockingly thick auburn hair, fastened with a leather thong, tumbled down her back. Her face clearly showed her resentment at the way his gaze moved over the way her baggy overalls snugged her flared hips, clearly outlining her shapely derriere. A flush burned red flags on her cheeks. "Your leg is bleeding, mister, and…"

To his amazement, her fingers brushed like butterfly wings over his face and through his tumbled hair. He flinched when she probed a tender spot behind his ear.

"You took quite a wallop on the head. Hold still."

She wiped her perspiring brow with a sun-browned forearm, then pulled a worn jackknife from her hip pocket, flipped the blade open and calmly proceeded to cut away his bloodstained pant leg. The little girl whimpered.

"Don’t be afraid, Martha. He’ll be fine," Her cultured voice flowed over him like warm honey, soothing as a mother’s lullaby.

The child frowned, but her whimpers ceased.

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