First I’d like to thank Daisy for welcoming me back to her blog this time for my Midnight Heat release tour. It is always a pleasure being here. I’ll be on my best behavior and promise not to set anything on fire. *grin*
You are most welcome, Haley. Good luck with the new book.
I have a confession to make. In my historical romances I like it when my hero and heroine heat up the pages. Oh yes, there are steamy bedroom scenes, but it goes behind that. I did not realize this until I started writing the Moonlight Romance series, but apparently I’m a closet pyro. Obviously I can’t go around torching buildings, so I have my characters do it for me! That’s what characters are for, right? Writers life vicariously through them.
In Midnight Heat Allison is trapped in a burning house, and George comes to her rescue. She had been preparing herself for a fiery death, but then this tall, dark and handsome man carries her to safety. She instantly has feelings for him. However, due to her traumatic past, she struggles to trust him. Did he expect something in return for saving her life?
When I wrote Midnight Kiss during NaNoWriMo it occurred to me that readers might expect another fire. Or maybe that was just my excuse to start one. Not quite sure there. Flames are so pretty and powerful. Now I understand why women fall head over heels for a fireman. Anyway, rest assured there is more heat and smoke in Midnight Kiss which was recently contracted by Liquid Silver Books. Yay! I encourage you to read Midnight Heat so you’ll be ready for the third book in the Moonlight Romance series.
Midnight Heat Excerpt:
The acrid smoke seared her nostrils. Now billowing across the room she could barely see. Her eyes burned. Her throat burned. Her chest burned.
She closed her eyes and prayed for freedom.
The windowpane broke. A large shadow lumbered over the broken glass. Was this the grim reaper?
“Anyone here?” a male voice called.
Allison tried to respond but all she could do was cough. The man stepped quickly across the hot wood floor, carefully making his way to her. He held a wet rag to his mouth.
He glanced at the chain on her ankle then over at her jailor lying still on the floor. “Where is the key?”
Allison blinked at the young black man towering over her. “Around his neck,” she said in a raspy voice.
The man retrieved the key and Mr. Grier didn’t stir. This stranger unlocked the leg iron, picked her up into his arms, and carried her out of the cabin.
Stunned, Allison struggled to comprehend what was happening. Strong arms cradled her. She rested her head against his rippled chest. Only the cotton shirt he wore kept her from feeling his skin. Her stomach fluttered with a combination of fear and delight. She felt safe for the first time since she was a little girl. She closed her eyes as it dawned on her how dangerous that safe feeling was. She shouldn’t feel safe. After all, she didn’t know him. She couldn’t trust him.
She wanted to tell him to put her down and leave her here, but her mouth couldn’t form the words. It took all of her strength just to breathe.
She wasn’t worth saving. Still, this man was rescuing her, being a hero.
Her head ached and she closed her eyes. This had to be a dream, a hallucination. This stranger seemed to come out of nowhere, but this wasn’t the type of freedom she had been expecting. Or even wanting.
God obviously had other plans for her. Would she learn to like them better?
Buy Midnight Heat:
Liquid Silver Books: http://www.lsbooks.com/midnight-heat-p868.php
If you’re not in the mood for a fiery romance, I also have also released a sweet novella Civil War Valentine in the holiday themed anthology Love, Valentine Style.
Charlie Bristol comes to Seattle to set up a traveling Valentine’s Day exhibit. The director of the museum surprises her with a package of Civil War valentines from an anonymous donor. She is touched by the heartfelt messages. Does such powerful love still exist?
During a nap she dreams she’s alive during the Civil War and meets Elliot Lowery, the author of the valentines who mistakes her for his fiancée Charlotte. She and Elliot negotiate the murky waters of wartime romance. When she wakes she’s still under the dream’s spell and Valentine’s Day love is in the air. Can love work some miracle time and death cannot overcome?
Haley Whitehall lives in Washington State where she enjoys all four seasons and the surrounding wildlife. She writes historical fiction and 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. Visit Haley’s website at http://haleywhitehall.com
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