Thanks for having me Shiloh. Civil War Valentine was my first venture into paranormal romance. Of course, I paired it with my favorite time period the Civil War.
I’ve
often felt like I was born in the wrong generation. Ever since I first learned
about the Civil War in school I had a strong connection to that era. Do you
believe in past lives? Some people have read my writing and suggested I had a
past life during the Civil War. All I know is I wish I had a time machine so I
could go into the past and find my Mr. Right.
I
guess that is what inspired me to write “Civil War Valentine.” The heroine
Charlie Bristol, a museum curator, is the closest to being me than all the
previous characters I have written. Writing her story filled a need for me to
give myself a happy ending. Okay. Whew that was kind of deep, wasn’t it?
Valentine’s
Day celebrates love, and maybe due to all the sappy Hallmark movies and TV
shows it also seems magical to me. Valentine’s Day magic is evident Civil War Valentine.
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If
you had a time travel machine where in the past would you go to find Mr. Right?
For recently divorced Charlie Bristol she didn’t have choice, but she was
pleased with her destination.
Civil
War Valentine
Recently
divorced museum curator Charlie Bristol comes to Seattle to set up a display at
the Fine Art museum chronicling the history of Valentine’s Day. The director of
the museum surprises her with a package of Civil War valentines from an
anonymous donor. She reads the heartfelt messages and is touched by his words.
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, but Charlotte has no
reason to celebrate. The man she loves died 150 years ago. Unless love works
some miracle even time and death cannot overcome.
Excerpt:
The
stew made her mouth water. This was classic country cooking, nothing like she
was used to having in New York City.
There was a knock at the door. Her chest constricted. Who could that be? Another knock. She found herself drawn to the door and slowly opened it as if the stranger might bite her.
A young man with thick black hair and a sexy five o’clock shadow stood there, a single red rose in his hand. He straightened, bringing his boot clad feet together. She worked her gaze up from his feet all the way up his long legs to his broad shoulders and dreamy blue-gray eyes. He was dressed in a Union uniform, the blue wool coat unbuttoned to reveal his white shirt underneath.
My imagination sure knows how to construct a good looking soldier!
The man smiled, showing a row of straight teeth. “Miss Adams,” he said in a deep voice. When she raised her eyebrow at the use of her maiden name, he frowned slightly. “I know I’ve been gone for several months, but I didn’t expect you to forget me.”
There was a knock at the door. Her chest constricted. Who could that be? Another knock. She found herself drawn to the door and slowly opened it as if the stranger might bite her.
A young man with thick black hair and a sexy five o’clock shadow stood there, a single red rose in his hand. He straightened, bringing his boot clad feet together. She worked her gaze up from his feet all the way up his long legs to his broad shoulders and dreamy blue-gray eyes. He was dressed in a Union uniform, the blue wool coat unbuttoned to reveal his white shirt underneath.
My imagination sure knows how to construct a good looking soldier!
The man smiled, showing a row of straight teeth. “Miss Adams,” he said in a deep voice. When she raised her eyebrow at the use of her maiden name, he frowned slightly. “I know I’ve been gone for several months, but I didn’t expect you to forget me.”
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Bio:
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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