Review: Lost Honor by Loreen Augeri from Barbara Edwards

Lost HonorI never know when I start a Historical Romance what to expect so I was pleased that I was immediately drawn in to the action with the capture of the female stowaway. Descriptions of the American Sailing ship were vivid and believable.

Arianna Pemberton is a feisty heroine fighting for a measure of freedom not allowed to women in her time. Her resolve is eroded by her growing attraction then love for Captain Danvers. How can she actually sail the seas when he is as protective as her father?

Morgan Danvers honor is threatened by his lust for the lovely stowaway. He can’t return to port if he hopes to rescue his pirate captured brother and he can’t allow Adrianna free run of his ship. His engagement to another woman leaves him fighting for his honor as he is overwhelmed by love.

A tangled plot with several unexpected twits kept me reading until a satisfying end.

I gave this novel 5 stars out of five.

You can find it at The Wild Rose Press

or Amazon

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Addicted to the internet? by Barbara Edwards

Barbara EdwardsAm I addicted to the internet? I scoffed at my husband when he said yes. I work on my computer I insisted. I don’t play video games or text. My use of Facebook is for promoting my writing personae and my books, not to be social as in chat with friends. I tweet about my friends’ blogs or new books, not my dog or cat. I have my books listed on GoodReads, Shelfari and LibraryThing and belong to a few groups devoted to reading.

I use Triberr as a huge timesaver to keep my contacts active and I limit it to one visit a day.

Am I addicted to the internet? When I was hacked I discovered, to my horror, that I am. If you call go into cold sweats when I couldn’t connect a problem.

Oh yeah. I realized I needed that daily dive into the wide wide world of cyberspace. I couldn’t concentrate on other things like writing my book or blog. My contact list was gone. I was essentially alone on a cold plane of reality.

This is not a funny as it sounds. For four days I frantically worked to get my loops and groups back into my life. I had a temper tantrum. I ate continuously. On the fifth day I realized I was acting like a nut. I hadn’t written anything productive in days. The real focus of my life, my writing, had somewhere gotten lost in the shuffle and I sat down for a long look at my work habits.

I used to get on my computer right after breakfast and write until lunch. Most days I did housework, exercise or fun stuff in the afternoon. I didn’t work on the weekends, choosing to do stuff with my family. That had changed. I got on the internet. I spent anywhere from an hour to two or three daily. Even weekends have become a part of the cyber-flow.

What should I do?

For one thing, I’ve written more on my book in the last week than I have in the past month. I let my groups and loops slide. I’m not sure what’s happening and although I miss my contact with on-line friends I’m refocusing.

I made a couple decisions about time on the net. I visit Triberr before breakfast. It’s quicker that early and I’m off in less than 20 minutes. I am slowly revisting the sites I joined to promote my books and taking a look at each. If I’m not using it to my benefit why am I there? What is the most efficient use? Often I don’t know and I shake my head. What am I doing?

As to my addiction, I recognized I have a problem. I am limiting the time I spend on the net by putting a limit on its use.

The best thing I’ve done is to make a list of places that need attention and the time I will devote to each. This is a serious work in progress.

Are you also in denial? Are you addicted to the internet?
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Hacked by a creep who sold my info by Barbara Edwards

I got hacked. I’m the real Barbara Edwards.

I am safe at home. Recovering from a flu virus but otherwise fine. I don’t need money.

If you were one of the people on my contact list you already Imagegot the email and have my apologies.

You might be under the impression that those begging emails were the sum total of the intrusion and you would be wrong.

The destructive results are piling up and I am struggling to recover.

The first thing I notice was no email in my inbox folder.

I knew enough to change my password immediately, but didn’t know how to change my account back to English. It was now posting in Arabic and I had to find the translate to, then change it back. This took hours of my time since for some reason yahoo was slow translating then accepting my return.

I thought I was done until I discovered my contact list had been wiped. How do I tell people I’m not the spammer?

That’s when I found the added email address very similar to mine. My mail was being forwarded to this bogus account. Obviously is a friend emailed, they got a response from the hacker.

Today I deleted that account. I hope.

I also deleted the forward mail to that account.

Gosh this is horrible.

I’ve temporarily sent my group emails to a secondary account I rarely use, but event that doesn’t get me my mail.

I’m sure I’ll find other things that need to be fixed over the next few weeks.

Be assured, I regularly change my password and recommend you do, too. I do keep my passwords secret.

My son the computer guru says I got hacked while signing on through a site while on vacation. Probably someone with a live scanner. Another cyber thing to be concerned about in a world full of problems.

My only upbeat note is that I’ve been online since the early nineties and this is the first time I’ve been hacked thanks to the advice of my son and his help over the years with learning cyber stuff. Thanks. Love you, Mom