I'm so excited to host the busy, prolific and fabulous Barbara Edwards here today, as she talks about the story she wrote for the 'Twelve Brides of Christmas' series. It's called "Late for the Wedding" and I've already bought my copy!! Can't wait to dive into it!
Welcome, Barbara! Can you tell us a little about your 2nd Day of Christmas store, "Late for the Wedding?"
Heather Green will do anything to make her twin’s wedding perfect. Despite an impending nor’easter, she sets out with the
wedding dress, cake, favors and cake topper in her car. As the snow piles up,
her car is wrecked and she barely misses injury in a major accident.Nicholas
Burnes would rather be ensconced with his latest cuddle than drive a tow truck,
but his brother needs his help. He reluctantly agrees to help Heather find a
way to the wedding locale, but when the storm closes the roads, he ends up
offering her shelter in his penthouse.Warm and rested at last, Nick and Heather
explore their powerful attraction to each other, only to part when he delivers
her, on time, to her sister’s wedding. But weddings breed weddings…
"Late for the Wedding" Excerpt:
She strained to see past the broken windshield. Her
throat hurt when she swallowed. Other vehicles lay tangled in a mess, not just
the truck and her car. She prayed another car wouldn’t hit her again and inhaled to calm her racing pulse.
She finally got the seatbelt lock to release, forced her door open and stood.
Her knees shook and she had to hang onto the sagging door for support. She
stared around. Headlights glittered like monster eyes. Her vehicle was at the
edge of a horrendous multi-car pile-up.
Sirens wailed like lost children. Blinding red and
blue lights flashed everywhere as emergency personnel rushed by. Her hands
shook as she dragged on her cashmere coat. Time squeezed and expanded like an
accordion being played. A fireman asked if she was okay and ran on at her nod.
She brushed moisture from her face and realized she
was crying. She pillowed her head on her arm, the roof supporting her as she
wept.
“Hey, lady, you okay?” A gentle hand gripped her shoulder.
This time the questioner stopped to listen.
She looked up into scorching blue eyes so bright they
could have been a propane flame. Her skin warmed and her pulse leaped as if it recognized the message in
them. They promised heat and comfort and strength like the hand on her
shoulder.
He’d
pulled his knit hat down over his forehead and his lower face was covered with
dark stubble that matched his thick black eyelashes. His hands were splotched
with grease and he smelled like oil and fuel fumes. His quilted jacket was
stained and patched, his boots wet and cracked, but he exuded strength and
caring.
She swallowed. Her mouth was
suddenly dry. Another fixer-upper, like her ex, she briefly thought, although
with those gorgeous eyes he might be worth the trouble.
It sounds great! I've already bought my copy, but can you give us the links to buy "Late for Christmas" as well as your information, for readers interested in following your writing?
Available for order in any format:
http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=242_177_139&products_id=5911
http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=242_177_139&products_id=5911
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, Dixie, demands a walk.
Please follow, friend or
like me. I love to hear from my readers.
Thanks Dylan for being such a wonderful host. I also bought yours and am looking forward to reading it. I love Christmas.
ReplyDeleteI love Christmas, too! :) Especially when I have a wonderful pile of Christmas stories to read from my fellow Brides Authors!
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