Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Why I like ghost stories by Barbara Edwards


Barbara Edwards
I'm Barbara Edwards and I'll be a regular contributor here. I've agreed to review paranormal romance for Paranormal Love and look forward to reading many wonderful stories. We’ll soon have a submission form and details posted for those interested. 
I do like all kinds of paranormal stories from steampunk to vampire and werewolves, but I have a soft spot in my heart for ghosts.
I feel in love with the Captain in "The ghost and Mrs Meir" and never recovered. Love conquered all and I still cry as they are reunited.
As for me, I write in several genres.
My paranormal romance books include Ancient Awakening, Ancient Blood and Ancient Curse  from the Rhodes End Series published by The Wild Rose Press. I’m working on two more. I also have historical romance Another Love and Annie’s Heart from WingsePress. For fun I have two sweet romance Christmas stories, too.

Here’s the Blurb for Ancient Curse, Book Three Rhodes End Series.
Evil never dies.  And this time it wanted Rainie.  It wanted more than her life, it wanted her soul.
The artifacts Rainie Gamble handled came from every era and she could read their past with a touch. After her Father’s deceit, she’d lost her beloved career until Thomas hired her. 
Thomas Broquette needed Rainie for more than her psychic ability. She would unknowingly bring her father into his reach. Thomas needed him to return the stolen paintings in Mason’s estate. He needed Rainie to destroy the evil items Mason left behind. Then he realized he needed her for much, much more.

Excerpt from Ancient Curse

Changing took a few minutes. She pressed her hand to her throbbing forehead and  studied her reflection in the mirror. Pain lined her forehead. She wondered why Thomas’ touch eased it. Her tangled hair had escaped her twist and needed combing. Humming, she took the time to neaten it.  
Silence enveloped the second floor. With the power off, the soft music she played in her bedroom had been silenced. She half expected her footsteps to echo when she exited the room and walked down the hall. Thomas had probably finished mopping up, and she needed to lock her computer and file her notes  before the back-up battery failed. 
Her pulse beat faster. She looked forward to spending some time with him. Hopefully, he was still in the library. She shook her head. She paused as the hair on her nape stirred like she was being watched. 
A cool draft washed over her nape and she glanced back along the hall. All the doors had been closed. They still were. She frowned, and then shook the feeling off.  No-one watched although her skin itched. Pausing to enjoy the light emotions held by the smooth banister, she stroked the wood. A violent shove between her shoulders tumbled her down the stairs like 
a thrown doll. 





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