It is lovely to be on Silken Sheets and Seduction again. In case you don’t know my name is Haley Whitehall and I write historical romance set in the Civil War era. It is true that romance stories of all genres can become a bit predictable. The happy ending is always coming, right?
That’s why readers LOVE them.
Another thing that makes romance a bit predictable is all the tropes. I admit I love a good trope, especially when it is written right. My favorite trope is star-crossed lovers or what I like to call forbidden love. Star-crossed lovers are probably most prevalent in the historical genre. A common offshoot of this trope is loving above one’s station. Whether it is the maid falling in love with the millionaire, the jester falling in love with the princess or the commoner falling in love with the socialite they can all make me sigh with pleasure.
Since this is my favorite trope I think it is only natural that I have tried my hand at it. I recently re-edited and re-released the first romance novella I ever wrote – Midnight Caller. Inspired by a true story of loving above one’s station, I let the reader get wrapped in the social expectations of the Reconstruction Era South.
Life without love is painful, but in the Reconstruction Era South forbidden fruit can be deadly. A fiery romance between a widow and an African-American man has more consequences than either of them imagined.
Slavery has ended, but racial prejudice remains in Kentucky. Emma Bennett guards a secret that could destroy her life. Until now she never considered the price of her security. Becoming a well-respected member in Louisville had seemed a dream come true, but at what cost?
Her husband’s death from a carriage accident releases Emma from her loveless, controlling marriage. Now she has a chance to find happiness and raise a family. But before she begins courting again she wants to experience her freedom. At the advice of the leading socialite in town, she takes a black lover to fulfill her sexual needs. His raw masculine power awakens feelings she didn’t know existed. After the first touch, she craves more.
Frederick works as a roustabout by day and moonlights as a prostitute. He knows better than to fall in love with his white client, but Emma enchants him the first time he calls on her. To keep them both safe, he works hard to put up barriers. Unfortunately, he can’t protect Emma from the slimy Mr. Hawthorne, who wants her as his bride. Frederick vows to keep her safe even if his forbidden love costs him his life.
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“Are you all right, angel?”
He just called her angel. Was he trying to seduce her or was he just good at his job? It felt like a jar of butterflies had been released in her chest.
After a moment her body relaxed. “Yes,” she said. “I’m ready.”
Her neglected body betrayed her desire to savor the moment. In only a couple thrusts she entered ecstasy. Her channel gripped onto him as if she didn’t want to let him go. And she didn’t. She couldn’t. Her body was on fire, her blood pounding, and she felt as if she were exploding apart. He filled her . . . he held her. She had never felt so alive, so cared for, so contented in her life.
She rode her climax, his arms wrapped around her. She felt as if she was flying and she never wanted to touch the ground. He could carry her across the entire South. The aftershocks ended too soon, despite Frederick’s best efforts to prolong her pleasure. When she softened into his embrace, he ceased his movements.
She gave him a questioning look. Didn’t he need a release? Mrs. Dimshire had ensured her they always pulled out, but he hadn’t even gotten that far. “Why did you stop?” She panted, trying to regulate her breathing.
“I am here to service you, my lady. Not myself.” He eased her back on to the mattress and again supported himself with his rippled arms.
Emma frowned. There it was again. Another reminder she was just a client. One of the many women he had slept with. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind. She was going to enjoy the rest of the evening.
“Then,” she said, running her fingers through his hair, “I want you to continue. I want to watch your pleasure. You may come on me.”
Where to Find Haley Whitehall
Haley Whitehall lives in Washington State where she enjoys all four seasons and the surrounding wildlife. She writes historical romance set in the 19th century U.S. When she is not researching or writing, she plays with her cats, watches the Western and History Channels, and goes antiquing. She is hoping to build a time machine so she can go in search of her prince charming. A good book, a cup of coffee, and a view of the mountains make her happy.
Midnight Heat – Moonlight Romance Book 2
Midnight Kiss – Moonlight Romance Book 3
Soldier in Her Lap
Wild and Tender Care
Civil War Valentine