Showing posts with label Deerbourne Inn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Deerbourne Inn. Show all posts

Sunday, October 21, 2018

By Reservation Only is released! by Barbara Edwards

By Reservation Only, the first book in the Deerbourne Inn Series came out and i am wildly happy. With the help of The Wild Rose Press authors I had tons of promo Tweets, sharing on Facebook and visits to blogs. I can’t report being in the top 100 in sales, but I can say I hit 300 in my genre. 

Buy Link: http://a.co/d/atQwzPx


By Reservation Only, Book One in the Deerbourne Inn Series, is an ongoing saga about the people who visit or live at the Inn. the stories vary from contemporary romance to historical romance, a ghost story and a mystery. and thats only the start. 


http://a.co/d/atQwzPx

The second book, Hope's Dream (Deerbourne Inn) by Peggy Jaeger 

Link: http://a.co/d/gu5d0Kaby  is due out November 5. Available for pre-order.

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Friday, September 21, 2018

By Reservation Only, coming soon

I have lots of things finished for my new release, By Reservation Only.
The manuscript is being formatted as I type. Here's the cover, the blurb and the excerpt. Until its galleys are ready, I don't have a buy link, but that's close.



Blurb:
It's the grand opening of The Deerbourne Inn! Award-winning Chef Nathan Harte has worked long and hard to restore this historic property in Willow Spring, Vermont. He’s ready to greet his guests with fine cuisine, comfortable rooms, and maybe even a ghost or two. 
He's escaping the rat-race of the city for a slower more rewarding life, but is he ready to deal with a broken arm, a quirky arsonist, and a long-ago mystery? And what might he find up in the 300-yr-old attics?

Excerpt:
Since the inn was quiet, Emily pulled on a long t-shirt and opened the door. Her heart fluttered. She was disappointed Nate wasn’t waiting for her in the dark passage. She blew out a frustrated breath and opened one of the bedroom windows to let the fresh breeze blow in. A whip-poor-will called from the hill.
The comfortable bed beckoned her. Flowery potpourri scented the bedroom air. She lay on top of the handmade quilt and stared at the ceiling. Sleep eluded her. She lost count of the times she turned over, punched the pillow, yawned.
An owl hooted from the nearby woods. The call of the whip-poor-will sounded closer. The curtain flapped and the scent of smoke tainted the air. Her watch claimed it was only twelve thirty, not nearing dawn. She swore and rolled over again.
Someone knocked on Nate’s door and called his name. Emily pulled on her pants and sneakers before she opened her door.
“What’s happening?” Her pulse raced. Smoke, she smelled smoke.

Do you want to read the rest?
Stay tuned!

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