Author Virginia Barlow
She loves to write steamy romances, whether fantasy, historical, or contemporary. All are liberally spiced, with adventure and sensual, seductive heroes. Her heroines are just as compelling with equal parts intelligence, sass, and backbone. They give as good as they get, whether saving their man’s life or responding to his heated kisses, they’re all in.
The most important thing in Virginia’s life is her family, and spending time with them. When she is not bouncing a grandbaby in her arms or handing out popsicles, she is writing and dreaming up her next love story. Virginia has published fifteen romance novels with another two on the way, and has half a dozen more circling around inside her head eager to make their debut.
This is Author Virginia Barlow’s writing and publication journey in her own words…
Inspiration to start writing…
Virginia’s works…
I have 16 books available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads, Target, Walmart.com, and other retail stores. My newest book, coming out later this year or early next year, is Mercy’s Peril Book 4 of the Calhan Brides.
On This Christmas I Thee Wed Blurb
Bartered to Viscount Hudson Becker by her father, Lady Lavinia Holbrook escapes her arranged marriage and travels to her Godmother, the Duchess of Chauncy to seek asylum. Determined to put men and marriage behind her, she is unprepared for the duke’s interest or his heated kisses. The Duke of Chauncy believes love is a weakness and refuses to take a bride despite his mother’s scheming. When the duchess makes a wager he will marry by Christmas, he considers the matter a lark. Until Lavinia gets under his skin, and he rethinks his position on love and happy ever afters.
One of Virginia’s favourite scenes from On This Christmas I Thee Wed…
Though he loved her with all his heart, why wouldn’t she accept his decision to remain a bachelor?
Lavinia’s voice played in his head. There, neither Papa nor the viscount can order meto do anything I don’t want to do.
He understood her frustration, but even Scotland wouldn’t save him from his mother. And who the hell was the
viscount? He knew of no scandal involving Lavinia.
Her voice continued. I refuse to be some man’s broodmare, impregnatedand discarded…
Snorting, he wanted to add his discontent to being a…What would a man forced to sire a child be called, anyway? A
brood sire? He chuckled. Discarded like a settee in the parlor. Forgotten until the lord required someplace to sit.
The girl used amusing analogies, he thought. But if she were his, he wouldn’t be sitting on her. Nay, she would be
atop him.
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