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A New Romance Novel {Chapter One}

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A new novel.  (Unnamed as of yet!)  The second in “The Cotswolds Series.”  I have already written five chapters and I am already totally in love with the new heroine.  My newest story takes place in one of my favorite small, Southern towns – New Bern, NC.  This story could not be part of the Cotswolds Series if it did not have an English destination.  This time we will be traveling to Castle Combs, one of England’s most photographed villages.

I hate to disappoint but I am only releasing my first Chapter this time around.  The book will be available on Amazon and Kindle upon its release, hopefully in a few months.  I decided to self publish both this novel and my previous novel, At the Water’s Edge.  My first novel will be available for purchase soon, also.  I hope you are just as excited as I am with this second book.  I can’t wait to hear your comments.  xxoo, Barb

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   The love of gardening is a seed that once sown – never dies.  – Gertrude Jeckyll

              

Thirty-six years earlier…

         The remnants of a soft, English rain lay gently puddled upon centuries old garden stones.  Bits of

green moss, covered in shimmering droplets, arose between each stone along the pathway in

an attempt to absorb as much of the warming rays of sun as possible.  The garden behind the Inn was

filled to the brim with statues, raised flower beds and terra cotta containers overflowing with

ivy, perennials and herbs.  Various fountains dotted the landscape, their gently falling waters 

creating a distinctive melodious rhythm throughout the walled garden.  The aroma was beyond

unimaginable with a myriad of blooms and scents creating a cacophony of fragrances meant to incite

the senses.  Several garden benches were strategically placed as an invitation for overnight guests to

sit, relax and fully enjoy the ambiance.  Afternoon tea was often served on small, bistro style 

tables with soft music playing tranquilly in the background.  More often you would hear Mozart or

Chopin as these were the preferred selections of the Inn’s owner.  

        Throughout the garden – tucked under a fern’s frond or secretly placed inside one of fountains – one

might discover small painted stones.  They were about the size of a child’s palm and these stones were not

just ordinary rocks.  Some were painted with a few words from a favorite poem, and others were painted

with tiny scenes of the British countryside.  The Inn owner herself had lovingly created each small

work of art and carefully placed them throughout her garden.  There was an overwhelming sense of

peace within these ivy-covered stone walls.  It was not the most immaculate English garden and certainly far

from the most beauteous.  Instead, it’s appeal could best be described as more surreal and intoxicating rather

than majestic and imposing.  Guests often returned to the Inn time and again because of the garden

and the hospitality shown by it’s owner.  

     As a child, Emily Ann Walker Hayes eagerly anticipated her Summers when she would travel from

America and spend the Summer months with her Aunt, often assisting her with running the Inn and the

afternoon tea service.  Her parents would accompany her on the journey across the ocean but would

soon take off to the European Continent where they traveled throughout Summer.  Emily actually preferred 

when her parent’s were not at the Inn during her stay.  Even as a child, she fully comprehended the

unknown hostility her mother had for her Aunt.  Though Emily had never been told the reasoning for the

bitter feelings between the two women in her life, each year when they visited England it was

more and more obvious that the conflict was escalating .  

      Lilyanna Emily Walker Devonshire, Emily’s Aunt, could only be described as beautiful and alluring.

Her father’s sister possessed an almost ethereal aura about herself that men seemed to find fascinating

and women loathed.  She was creative and artistic, her greatest work being the Inn’s garden which she

had brought to life with her own hands.  Lilyanna married a soon-to-be titled Englishman right out of

college.  They were introduced at an art gallery in New York City and her Aunt proclaimed with great 

fervor that Mr. Devonshire fell in love with her at first sight and she with him. They were married a

mere three months after they met and she was whisked off two days later to live in England with her

new husband. The new Lord and Lady Devonshire traveled throughout Europe immediately following

their nuptials and that is where Lilyanna fell head over heels with the second love of her life – gardens.

Emily’s aunt always told her that a garden was merely a living canvas where instead of a brush, one 

used a spade.  And instead of paints, the blank canvas was filled with flowers and plants.  Emily never

had the privilege of knowing Lord Devonshire as he was killed in a riding accident a mere two years

after they were married.  After his untimely death, the title was inherited by the new Lord,

her brother-in-law.  Lilyanna took the willed but small allowance she had been granted as the widow

of the Estate and purchased a large Inn in the village of Castle Comb and there she settled.  Lady

Lilyanna Devonshire would never marry again.

     Each Summer during Emily’s stays her Aunt taught her more and more about the art of gardening.  As

a child she had a hard time pronouncing and remembering many of the plant’s Latin names but her

Aunt proclaimed that she possessed the skillful knack of combining colors and textures – a requisite

for developing a garden which wasn’t “simply planted” but sprang to life like a magnificent 

masterpiece.  

      Emily carried her passion for gardening back to the States when she returned home after each

Summer, much to her mother’s chagrin.  It wasn’t unusual for her mother to scold her when she found

Emily down on her knees, spade in hand, trying to recreate her Aunt’s English garden at their own

home back in North Carolina.

      “Emily Ann!  Get inside this house right now, young lady!” she yelled one afternoon from their wrap-

around porch.  “No proper young lady wallows in the dirt like that.  I wish your Aunt would stop putting

those ridiculous notions into your head about gardening.  We have a hired gardener, young lady, and that is

not your place in life.  You are an embarrassment to this family. Now come inside at once before someone

passes by and sees you.”

     Head down and almost in tears Emily placed the small spade their old gardener, Mr. Watkins, had

given her to use by the small herb garden she was tending to.  The gardener noted the sadness in

the child’s face and smiled reassuringly.  

     “You go right on along now, Miss Emily.  Ole’ Watkins will finish planting your mint.  I promise to

keep them nice and healthy for you, too.  Now go before yo’ Mama has one of her hissy fits.”

     Emily wiped her dirt-covered hands onto the front of her gardening apron and returned a smile to Mr.

Watkins.  Only he understood the passion inside of her to plant things and in turn watch them flourish

and grow.  The closest Emily’s mother came to anything remotely horticultural was when she hosted

the local garden club for tea on the lawn.  Then and only then would her mother pretend that she

had any interests in gardening, although she could barely name a single plant beyond that of a rose. 

The hard work and dedicated hours which were spent tending to the garden were of no consideration

as long as it continued to be a showcase for her mother’s society needs. 

      This was one of the many reasons Emily was thrilled whenever her parents said their goodbyes and left

her in the care of her Aunt Lilyanna during the Summer months.  Being in England was also an escape

from the constant battling between her parents – something which was becoming more pronounced

each year.  In fact, her father had hinted during the Spring that it was possible that their annual Summer

trip to England could be canceled.  Emily was deeply disheartened and perplexed.  As a child she was

not entitled to any knowledge of the rationale behind her parent’s conflicts.  All she knew was there

was an immense unhappiness in their home in the States.  Emily intensely felt this malaise within her soul

but it all seemed to dissipate as soon as she arrived at her Aunt’s Inn – and especially when she entered the

garden.  Just one hug and one smile from Aunt Lil and all the unpleasantness at home subsided. 

Emily had made a secret friend that she dared not tell her mother or father about.  Her father was

extremely doting and she was afraid her mother would accuse her of pernicious actions in which she

was innocent of.  She had been forbade to have contact with any of the neighborhood boys even as

a small child.  If her mother knew about the male friend she had made several Summers ago in

England she would forbade her from visiting her Aunt ever again.

     Gabriel Conroy Addison was, unknowingly to Emily,  the second son of a Marquess.  As the presumptive

heir he held no title nor would he ever inherit any property or large portion of the family wealth.  He

was tall and lanky with dark hair that was often unruly and needed to be trimmed.  He and Emily had met at

the village hardware store when he was but ten and she was nine.  She was carrying a huge flat of

English lavender that she and her Aunt planned to add by a large fountain under the old oak tree.  He was

there buying a new collar for his dog.  On his way back home, he walked several steps behind Emily before

finally offering to carry the burdensome tray for her.  They soon struck up a conversation and Emily

 invited him to visit her Aunt’s garden.  Gabriel’s family garden was expansive and much more meticulously

designed than this smaller garden being that it was part of a large Estate, but he never once told Emily that.  

He saw the pride in his new friend’s face.  The fact was, he much preferred this garden to the more formal

gardens of his own home.  Gabriel snuck away from his home at Devoroy Hall as much as possible to spend

time with Emily.  He knew his friend’s would tease him unmercifully if they knew he was spending time with

girl in her garden.  Nevertheless he loved conversing with her and hearing her unusual American accent.  She

called it her Southern twang.  He had to look up what the word “twang” meant because he had no clue.  The

dictionary was no help at all as it referred to the sound of a musical instrument.  He finally deducted that

twang was the slow and almost sedate tone of her voice as her words seemed to effortlessly roll off of

her tongue.  When she was excited her “twang” became even more exaggerated.  Sometimes he had to ask her

to slow down or repeat herself in the early weeks of their friendship, but by the end of their first Summer

he understood her perfectly.  If she had any problems understanding his English accent she never mentioned

it.  Gabriel never let on to Emily who his family was, letting her assume he was just another local boy.  

With Emily he could be a regular boy without the burden of an Aristocratic family breathing down his back.  

He was positive her Aunt knew who he was but she never indicated that to him or Emily either.  Every now

and then Lady Devonshire would ask him to pay her respects to his family. By their third Summer together

Gabriel could see changes in Emily that he had not seen the previous two years.  She seemed a bit more

stressed when he spoke of her parents and often he glimpsed moments of sadness when she was digging

in the dirt.  He knew the garden was her place of solace.  

     “Gabe, hand me that watering can. I am almost done here,” she asked her friend. “I promised my Aunt

I would help her greet her new guests arriving this afternoon so I have to get these tools put away.  It’s such a

beautiful day I’m sure the guests will want to spend some time in the garden.” 

     “Does your Aunt have any of those strawberry scones?” he inquired hopefully.

     “Yes and I’m reckoning you want me to sneak in there and grab you some, huh?  Gabriel Addison

you’re making me into a scoundrel and a thief.”

     He smiled at the use of one of her Southernisms and repeated it.  “I am reckoning so,” he smiled.  “But

you know I can’t resist them.  They’re the best here in Castle Comb and for miles around.”

      “Okay come with me then. If’n my Aunt catches me then I’m gonna point you out as my accomplice,”

she teased. 

     They put all the tools away in the small stone shed.  Emily did a periphery glance around the garden to

make sure it was presentable to guests and made her way to the small potting bench by the side of the

shed to wash her hands.  

     “You need to wash off too or Aunt Lily will have a hissy fit if’n you come inside with dirty hands,” she

said, indicating the water where her own hands were immersed.  She scooted over to give him access and he

dipped his hands under the cold, flowing water touching Emily’s hands in the process.  The touch of his

hands upon her own was unexpected and her movements stalled.  Their faces were a mere inches away from

each other.  Emily had never once thought about kissing a boy or even being kissed for that matter.  The

notion was foreign to her.  Gabriel was nothing but a friend and never once had she had any girlish romantic

inclinations for him.  At this very second though, something exciting and raw and unknown ran through the

pit of her stomach at his touch.  He was looking down at her, smiling, as if he knew what was running 

through her mind and it caused her to blush.  To compensate for her embarrassment she bumped him

soundly with her hip.

     “Ow, what was that for?” he asked.

     “For being a boy with an empty stomach all the time.  Let’s go get those scones for you before tea

time.”

     They made their way into the kitchen through the back door.  Mrs. Bivens, the Inn’s cook, was

scurrying around readying dinner and homebaked scones to be used for the tea service.  She

barely acknowledged the children when they came through the door accept to say “Emily, you need to hurry

up and go upstairs and change.  Your Aunt said to tell you that your parents will be here within the

half hour.”

     “My parents?  I don’t understand.  They’re not expected back for weeks.”

     “I don’t know all of the details, missus.  I just know your Aunt is highly upset and asked that you

please hurry and make yourself presentable.”

     Emily looked at Gabriel.  She didn’t want him to see the worry on her face.  Something was wrong and

she could feel it.  Never once in all the years they had been coming to England did her parents end

their European trip early.  They had a series of friends and acquaintances Mother insisted on visiting

and staying with each year.  

     “Bye, Gabe.  I’ll see you tomorrow?” She glanced to see if Mrs. Bivens was watching then quickly

grabbed three scones and wrapped them in a cloth.  “Here you go.”

     “You going to be okay, Em?  You want me to wait in the garden?”

     “No, no.  I’ll be fine.  I’m sure they have just missed me and want to see me. I’m sure that’s all it is,”

she replied, her youthful instinct telling her she was wrong.  “You run along now.”

     “Oh Gabriel,” Mrs. Bivens called out as he turned to leave.  “Would you like a jar of barberry jam to

go with those scones?”   His suntanned face turned beet red with embarrassment.  He smiled, pure white

teeth glistening.  Why had Emily never noticed how handsome his smile was before now?  

       “Yes, Mrs. Bivens, that would be lovely.”

Emily hurriedly changed and brushed and plaited her hair as smoothly as she could.  Her Mother

would no doubt be disappointed at the way her skin had darkened in the sun while she had been

gardening and taking afternoon walks with Gabriel.  There was still dirt under her nails and she would

catch hell for that. It was just another reason for her Mother to be disappointed in her.  She rubbed the

wrinkles out of her dress as best as she could and slipped on her patent leather loafers.  About the time she

was descending the steps she heard the voices of her parents.  They were angry but at what she could

not ascertain.  Everyone was shouting at once, even her Aunt.  Emily wanted to run back into her room and

lock her door, shutting away the shouting and loud voices being raised in anger below.  She descended slowly

a step at a time, all the while hearing bits and pieces of the conversation.

        “I caught her with him…,” she heard her father yell.

        “I can’t help if it if he’s more of a man than you’ll ever be…,” her mother screamed over his

accusations.

       “Please stop this, Emily will hear you,” her Aunt begged.

The word divorce was thrown around several times and then there were words like strumpet

and harlot – words Emily had never heard before.  She rounded the landing at the bottom of the stairs

and stopped.

       “Mother? Father? Aunt Lil?  What’s going on?” Emily asked frightened. 

Emily’s father saw his panicked daughter and made his way over to her. “Emily pack your things,

darling.  We have a flight back to the States tomorrow.”

       “Tomorrow?  But there are several more weeks of Summer, Father. I don’t want to go.”

       “Pack your things now, Emily.  I don’t need any more females in my life arguing with me right now,”

he shouted impatiently. 

Emily ran to her Aunt’s side and Lilyanne clasped her niece to her.  “Please stop shouting at her.  She’s

innocent in all of this. Maybe it’s best she stay and finish out the Summer here until things settle

down.  Until you have worked things out in the States.”

      “Oh, I’m sure you would love that, wouldn’t you?” Emily’s mother sneered.  “I’m sure you would love

to have her stay for good, huh?”

       “I just want what’s best for Emily,” Lily responded back calmly.  “I have always wanted what was best

for her.  Right now, I am concerned about the stress she will endure once you’re back in the United

States.  Please, Thomas.  Let her stay with me,” she pleaded with her brother.

       “I’m afraid not, Lily.  Don’t even go there.  She’s our daughter,” he replied staunchly.

       “I know she’s your daughter, but emotions are high and -“

      “Get your things now, Emily,” her mother interrupted.  “Don’t make me have to tell you again.  And

look at those fingernails.  Good Lord, Lily what have you allowed her to become – a heathen?  Look at

her skin!  I am almost ashamed to have her seen back in New Bern.  She’ll be a laughing stock,” Julie

Hayes declared. 

Emily could not stop the flow of tears.  She didn’t even care to stop them. Her heart was being ripped

out.  It was always hard to leave England and Aunt Lily but this time it seemed wrong.  This entire

scenario playing out before her – the words her parents were shouting at each other, was confusing and

alarming.  

     Lilyanna leaned down so she was level with Emily’s face.  “Be a good girl, my darling.  Aunt Lil will see you

soon. I will come to America if you need me to.”  She held her chin softly in her hand and kissed her on

the forehead.  “I love you, my darling girl.  You be brave okay?  Everything is going to be alright.”  Without

being seen Lilyanna slipped a small stone into her niece’s closed hand and Emily grasped it, fully

understanding it was a secret between the two of them. 

     Minutes later, Emily’s father was practically dragging her and her luggage through the front door to

the car waiting out front.  Emily looked back across her shoulder to see her Aunt standing on the porch,

tears falling down her face in silent agony. Just as the car pulled away she glanced to the side of the house

and standing there – looking confused and downcast – stood her good friend. Gabriel had heard bits and

pieces of the conversation taking place inside.  More than that he saw the fragility and alarm on Emily’s face

and wanted nothing more than to run to her and protect her.  Instead, he waved to her and tried to give her 

the best reassuring smile he could muster.

 

That would be the last time Emily would see either her Aunt or Gabriel again. 

 

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  1. Marlene sullivan says

    July 26, 2017 at 9:36 AM

    I love it.❤️❤️ I will be getting this book when available, hopefully soon. Can’t wait to read it, whatever the title.

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    • Barb says

      July 27, 2017 at 4:34 PM

      Thank you so happy you liked it.

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  2. Barb Schmidt says

    July 26, 2017 at 9:42 AM

    Great start to your new novel.

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    • Barb says

      July 27, 2017 at 4:34 PM

      Awesome glad you liked it.

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  3. Debrashoppeno5 says

    July 26, 2017 at 9:53 AM

    You have gotten me hooked. I want more….

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  4. Terri says

    July 26, 2017 at 10:02 AM

    It’s OFFICIAL !!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am hooked !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! waiting on chapter 2 !!!!!! WOWOWOW

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    • Barb says

      July 27, 2017 at 4:35 PM

      Awesome glad you liked it.

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  5. Jennie says

    July 26, 2017 at 10:08 AM

    Love this first chapter of your new book! I’ll be on the lookout for you to announce when it will be available for sale on Amazon. I hope that it will be soon!

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    • Barb says

      July 27, 2017 at 4:35 PM

      Hopefully soon. 🙂

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  6. Jodi says

    July 26, 2017 at 10:27 AM

    I am not one to sit and read books, magazines or newspaper. My reading material consist of recipes or diy instructions and then I just skim the pictures most of the time. But, Oh my gosh, now I’ll need to wait for the rest of the story because I can hardly wait to travel back to England and see what unfolds in “Stones in the Garden”.

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    • Barb says

      July 26, 2017 at 10:42 AM

      LOL, I have actually been thinking of something along this lines. We think alike. 🙂

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  7. Sandi weiler says

    July 26, 2017 at 10:32 AM

    Oh my goodness.. you’ve got me again. I loved your last novel and couldn’t wait to read the next chapters. Once again I’m waiting for the next chapter. You are a born writer…. so do not doubt yourself.

    Great story line… can’t wait for the next chapters…

    Thanks

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  8. Janice Tramuta says

    July 26, 2017 at 10:48 AM

    Love this new novel too. Can’t wait for the book to be available.

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  9. lisa says

    July 26, 2017 at 11:42 AM

    Another beautiful story is born! I can’t wait to order it, and your first book as well! I don’t want to wait to read it, so if you need a copy editor, send it to me! 😉 (I have 2 books under my belt as copy editor for a friend.) Title ideas… The Painted Stones, Beyond the Walled Garden, Along the Garden Path, Garden Behind the Inn… or something entirely different. Lol.

    Whatever you decide to title it, I am certain that it will be another enchanting story. You have a knack for weaving a tale, and keeping your readers interested! Can’t wait too see what you do with this one!

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  10. Ronny Kosempel says

    July 26, 2017 at 11:47 AM

    Great first chapter. Congratulations! The title idea that popped into my head was “Love Grows in a Garden”. Seems that was was happening between Gabriel and Emily. Looking forward to the next chapter.

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  11. Terri says

    July 26, 2017 at 12:14 PM

    “Back down the garden path”… “The Scent of the English Garden”… Oh well…. “Unturned Stones” …..what ever you come up with… I know it will be good !!!! Can’t wait !!!! Loved the first book………………………… this one is sure to be just as good!!!!!

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  12. Becky says

    July 26, 2017 at 12:31 PM

    I would title the book Emily’s Garden. Great first chapter.

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  13. Susan says

    July 26, 2017 at 1:31 PM

    The Healing Stones comes to mind as a title Great start to the novel. Looking forward to reading more.

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  14. Ilona Smajda says

    July 26, 2017 at 2:04 PM

    WOW this is a real teaser. I always love stories with young friends that will turn into love. It reminds me of my story of my fairy tale Love. It took us 28 years, but it is now so wonderful to be married to my Soulmate and best friend.
    “Memories of Love in a Summer Garden”
    Ilona

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  15. Anne Marie says

    July 26, 2017 at 3:32 PM

    Love this – thanks for sharing.

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  16. Tracy says

    July 26, 2017 at 7:22 PM

    Love this chapter. I can’t wait to read the rest.
    How do I purchase your first novel?

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    • Barb says

      July 27, 2017 at 2:01 PM

      Tracy I am working on getting it edited and hope to have it available on Amazon and Kindle within a few months. I will definitely let everyone know when it is ready for sale. Thanks for asking.

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  17. Mary Wells says

    July 26, 2017 at 8:28 PM

    I am so glad you decided to write another story! I can’t wait until it’s available to purchase!

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  18. Naomi S. says

    July 26, 2017 at 10:58 PM

    A marvelous and intriguing first chapter. But that last line—must it be true? It is definitely a great lead-in to the next chapter.

    I do have one suggestion, though, which I hope will not be offensive to you. I would encourage you to have another writer proof-read your work before you publish. I don’t know if you did that with your first book or not, but as I was reading–and speaking as an old English major–I noticed several somewhat awkward word usages plus some incorrect punctuation. Now, I know that many people in the present day pooh-pooh correct grammar and word usage, but you want to project a professional image as a writer, so it’s important, in my mind, to pay attention to these “small” issues. I hope you will receive these suggestions as I intend them–as friendly and supportive information.

    Having only read this first chapter of your second novel, Barb, I want to tell you that I think you have a gift for writing and are every bit as good as many of the writers of romance and other types of stories that I have read. And that is over the course of about sixty-five or seventy years! So be encouraged by all of us who love your stories and keep on writing!

    Now,please tell me where I can find your first novel! I can’t wait to read it!

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    • Barb says

      July 27, 2017 at 2:00 PM

      Hi Naomi- I was not offended at all. Yes, I am having my first novel professionally edited. I read and read it several times but every time catch myself having to correct typos. I do believe correct grammar is very important. Thanks for your very encouraging words. It means a lot to me. Barb

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  19. Debby says

    July 27, 2017 at 1:02 AM

    Love it and can’t wait to purchase it. You are a gifted writer!

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  20. Joan R Baltzley says

    July 27, 2017 at 1:30 PM

    It will be so hard to wait for the next chapter. So far I love it. Thank you for a wonderful gift of reading your clever story.

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  21. Carol Paulus-Kalis says

    July 28, 2017 at 12:43 AM

    Okay. Now I am hooked. Unfortunately, I did not read your first book for one reason or another. But I definitely would like to continue reading this story. Keep up the good work.

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  22. Jill cassidy says

    July 29, 2017 at 1:46 PM

    I just got to read the new chapter, I’m hooked again…..I guess I’ll have to wait till the book is on Amazon. I know I’m going to love it…

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  23. Edith Weldon (Penny) says

    July 30, 2017 at 10:42 PM

    Very intriguing beginning…can’t wait until the book is on Amazon. So love it already!!!

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  24. marleyd says

    August 6, 2017 at 10:34 PM

    I can’t begin to really tell you how much I loved your first book. I enjoyed it more than anything I have read in a long time. I was captured immediately. Including pictures with your love story caused me to feel like I was there. Having an English garden of my own would be a plus.
    Now I’m looking forward to purchasing your new book as soon as you get it published.

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  25. Ruth B. says

    August 8, 2017 at 9:47 PM

    As I was reading the 1st chapter I found myself totally engaged. Wishing for more…Stones of Remembrance came to mind as I read this initial chapter.
    Keep on writing, Barb!

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  26. Rose M Phares says

    August 11, 2017 at 9:36 AM

    l LOVE, LOVE LOVE GOOD ROMANCE NOVELS & THIS ONE IS GOING TO BE ONE OF THE ONES I BUY & READ 🙂

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    • Barb says

      August 12, 2017 at 12:50 PM

      Hi Rose,
      Glad you liked the first chapter. I am working on it and hope to have it published by Christmas. I am working on getting my first novel published on Amazon and Kindle now. 🙂 Thanks.

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  27. Betty says

    December 10, 2018 at 10:59 PM

    After moving I have lost track of your blog and I am having problems with receiving your latest newsletters. I really enjoyed your 1st Cotswold Series “At Waters Edge”. Did you ever finish your 2nd in the series and if so where did you publish it? Having spent time in England and Germany it felt like taking a trip back in time. If you could help me get back on track with your blog I would greatly appreciate it.

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