Thursday, November 8, 2012

Author spotlight - Ednah Walters

Multi-published romance author, Ednah Walters is basking in the author spotlight today! I've known Ednah for years, and she, in fact, was one of my critique partners. Here's a little bit about her background.

Ednah grew up reading Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys and dreaming of one day writing her own stories. She finished her PhD in chemistry, married the love of her life, and decided to be a stay-at-home mother. She now lives in a picturesque valley in Utah with her husband, five children and two American short-hair cats. When she is not writing, you can find her doing things with her family, reading, traveling or online chatting with fans.

Ednah writes adult romance under the pseudonym E. B. Walters. SLOW BURN, the first contemporary romance with suspense was released in April 2011. It is the first book in the Fitzgerald family series.

Book 2, MINE UNTIL DAWN, was released in July 2011.

KISS ME CRAZY, book 3 in the series followed three months later. Book 4,

DANGEROUS LOVE was released end of January 2012. FOREVER HERS was released October 15th. Ednah is presently working on the next book, Lex’s story.

When she is not writing adult romance, Ednah writes YA fantasy books. Her YA fantasy series, The Guardian Legacy, is book about children of the fallen angels, who fight demons and protect mankind. AWAKENED, the prequel was released in September 2010 with rave reviews. BETRAYED, book one in the series was released by her new publisher Spencer Hill Press in June 2012. Book 3, HUNTED, which will be released April 2013. She’s working on book 4, FORGOTTEN.

You can visit her online at,, or She’s also on Facebook, twitter and Google-plus.


Hoping not to wake up the housekeeper, Eddie tried to be quiet as he entered the house. Kara had informed the housekeeper to expect him. He’d leave her note on the kitchen table that he’d arrived late, so she wouldn’t freak out in the morning.

Closing the door and softly turning the lock, he froze at the tell-tale sound of a gun cocking. Then a glaring light filled the foyer. Not the overhead light. The intensity indicated it was a flashlight.

“Drop the bag, open the door and get the hell out of my house before I start shooting,” a female ordered.

Eddie hands shot up. “Ma’am—”

“Don’t ma’am me, you son of a bitch. Open the goddamn door and get moving.”

The voice was smoky and low with an eastern lilt. It stroked his senses, the effect on him unexpected. He bit off a curse. Hadn’t his cousin said the woman was about sixty years old? Either he now had a thing for cougars or he liked being subjugated by a gun-wielding woman, which was unlikely. He wasn’t into bondage.

“My name is Eddie Fitzgerald. Baron, the owner of this house, is my cousin.”

She scoffed. “If you think dropping the Fitzgerald name is going to convince me of anything, think again.”

“I used a key to get inside the house,” Eddie ground out through clenched teeth, letting the keys dangle on his forefinger. “Where could I have gotten it unless they were given to me by the owners of this house?”

“Show me an ID or I’m shooting.”

Eddie relaxed. People who threatened to shoot most often weren’t shooters.

“Fine. I’m going to reach inside my back pocket for my wallet.” He shifted slowly so he could see her but the glare from the flashlight made that impossible.

“Don’t turn around. Get out of the house first then show it to me from across the threshold.”

Eddie opened the door.

“Leave the stolen goodies behind,” she ordered.

He lowered his left arm and the straps slipped off his shoulder. The bag landed with a thud. As he stepped outside, he caught her reflection on the glass window bordering the rotunda foyer. He couldn’t see her face, but he noticed something that gave him a pause. Her hands were crossed at the wrists, the bottom hand gripping the flash light at a right angle and supporting the one holding the gun. Only cops held guns and flashlights like that when confronting a criminal. She also kept a safe distance from him, making it hard to rush her and disarm her, another precautionary move he learned at the Academy.

“Are you a—?”

The door slammed shut behind him and the locks clicked. The patio light came on at the same time as the ones inside the house, then muffled sounds followed as though she was running away.

Eddie frowned. He might not appreciate being ordered around but he understood the woman’s vigilance. It couldn’t be easy living alone when a burglar was on the loose in your neighborhood. It also took guts to pull a gun on him. Many thugs had tried and lived to regret it.


Monique DeVere said...

Hi Chicki & Ednah,

Your books are fabulous reads, Ednah. I really enjoy them! Keep up the good work. Looking forward to the next one :)

Ednah Walters said...

Thanks for Monique. Happy you've enjoyed them. And thanks for featuring my work, Chicki. You're amazing