Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Spotlight: Barbara Edwards
Today, we have Romance Author Barbara Edwards visiting us at Just Write! Let's ask Barbara a few questions . . .
What kind of stories/books do you write?
I’ve been exploring what I enjoy the most. I have two Historical Romances: Another Love and Annie’s Heart; a romantic suspense: Rachel’s Rescue; and my newest is a paranormal romance: Ancient Awakening. I think I’ve found my niche since I truly enjoy writing the dark side and creating characters who confront evil and win.
How long have you been writing?
As long as I can remember. My father always wanted to be a published writer, a large dream for a person who didn’t finish high school because of the Depression. He didn’t succeed, but he instilled in me a love of the written word. I like to think he’d be proud.
How long have you been seriously pursuing publication?
Since two years before I was published. Before that writing was a pleasure, a hobby and I had to actively decide I wanted to be published. It was a career that took time and dedication. I had to give up other things to concentrate on finishing my books and at times it hurt.
How many manuscripts did you complete before you sold?
I finished four that are still hidden under my bed. I take them out every once in awhile, but they never get better. I don’t have time to ‘fix’ them since I have other commitments.
Please tell us about receiving “The Call.”
My book was being looked at by an editor at a NY publisher for several months. She finally called me and said it had been rejected by the final committee since they didn’t like the villain being a mother. If I could change it, well maybe. Only I knew it wouldn’t work. The entire plot revolved around this dark secret.
I mentioned the rejection on a writing loop and an editor asked for me to send it to her. I thank Lorraine from WingsEpress for her encouragement. A week later I got the contract.
To expand on your "Call Story"— What did you do when you got the call or read the email? Scream? Faint?
Neither. I was numb for the rest of the day.
How did you feel when you found out you sold?
I should be able to find the right words. The feeling is literally indescribable. Over the moon? Overjoyed? Ecstatic? I actually cried.
Who was the first person you told?
My critique partner Joyce. She had encouraged me for years and I didn’t need to think twice about letting her know.
How did you celebrate?
Maybe it sounds clichéd, but my husband and I shared a bottle of expensive champagne.
Ancient Awakening by Barbara Edwards
Paranormal, strong romantic elements, sensuous
The Wild Rose Press
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.
“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.
You can visit Barbara at www.barbaraedwards.net
or leave a comment at her blog Barb'Ed Comments.
Thanks for the interview, Barbara!!!
Posted by Anne Marie Novark at 7:35 AM