This is how you write an erotic historical romance story! This is how an erotic historical romance story should be! I thought I had known all the things about the carnal pleasures portrayed in literature and the scope of sexual gratification that two people can gain from each other. But this deliciously sensual and utterly magnificent novella gave me a whole new understanding of what a man and a woman can enjoy sexually together. Oh Robert, or Colonel Coally, you and your wicked fingers!
During a raging storm, Miss Abigail welcomed Colonel Coally into her secluded cottage to give him shelter. Abigail was a passionate and fiery woman when it came to sex; she secretly harbored a lot of sexual fantasies and enjoyed reading erotica. However, the society at that time and how she was brought up in a noble family didn’t very much allow a wanton woman like her, with secret sexual desires, to fully live and embrace her own sexual nature. Moreover, she was seen as a spinter by Society at that time, since she was turning 30 years old in three weeks and had not been married. Abigail’s alone time in this cottage was a way for her to live inside her sexual fantasies one last time with her erotic magazines before she headed back home in London to fulfill a woman’s duty: marrying whoever asked her for her hands in marriage, and becoming a submissive wife while repressing her sexual nature.
Then came Colonel Coally, first name Robert. He was a soldier who had spent 22 years fighting in countless battles and wars, seen a lot of deaths, and killed a lot of people as part of his job. He was not proud of what he had done in those battles, although he knew it was for the country he was serving. The brutal nature of what he did for a living almost scarred his soul permanently, causing him trauma and chaos in his mind that he just wanted to forget. Robert was looking for a woman who could help him forget all the guilt and brutality of a soldier’s life when he came upon Abigail’s cottage. So I guess fate had brought them together.
The beginning of the novella did not provide a lot of background or back story to the characters or to what was about to happen inside the cottage. However, this lack of background was more than compensated by the scorching hot sexual acts that both Abigail and Robert later consented to perform together. They both agreed, for as long as the storm lasted, to become each other’s fantasy man and woman, to act out their own sexual fantasies and thoroughly enjoy all the pleasures as well as pains that sex brought. And my oh my, those sex scenes were incredible and incomparable. They were beyond what I could ever imagine could take place between two people sexually. The intensity in which Robert and Abigail engaged in sexual activities together had the capacity to take my breath away. This is the first time that I have ever heard of Robin Schone - the author - and reading this novella made me wonder, where has she been all my reading life?
But sex was just part (but a huge part) of the story’s dynamics, since through sex and all the erotic treatments that Robert and Abigail did for each other, they also bared their souls and all the secret longings that they had kept hidden inside of them. Sex, for these two lonely people, was the initial step, the catalyst, the propeller that brought them closer together and led them to realize that the bond existing between them was more than just lust and carnality. Through sex, Robert and Abigail could bring the darkest, roughest, most animalistic part in themselves and live it, unashamed in each other’s embrace. And sex was healing for these two characters, too. From a woman who wanted to leave the future and a man who wanted to forget the past, they each found release for their own sorrows and saw how reality could be even better than fantasy.
Of course, with the historical romance genre, the story could not end without the hero realizing he needed to marry the heroine and share the rest of his life with her. And Robert did, although there were some mishaps along the way. The ending was climatic enough within the limited length of a novella, and everything was wrapped up nicely. After reading this story, I can never look at sponge and butter the same way again. And I fantasized about erotic and private time with the man of my life on a beach, naked in the sea amidst an ongoing storm, rain falling down on our faces, which I proves just how impactful this novella is. I definitely will check out more of Robin Schone’s works.