Bitchery reader Sara, more appropriately known as Baroness Nutte-Saxon, is in search of the first romance she’s ever read. And wow.
I bought a romance novel from a drugstore when I had nothing to read at band camp (geek alert!) over the summer in the late 1980s or early 1990s when I was in my early teens. All I remember of the plot was that it was set in Colonial America, and early on, the heroine was sentenced to be executed for something that she didn’t do. The hero was in charge of the execution, and he couldn’t stop it. So he took the bullets out of all the rifles, gave the “ready, aim, fire” order, and let his soldiers fire away. The heroine, expecting to die, fainted upon hearing the crack of the guns and fell into the pit where the bodies go. The hero was able to smuggle out her limp body and explained that he couldn’t tell her what he’d done because she had to act genuinely scared during the execution. I believe sexx0ring then ensued. That’s all I can recall of the plot.
I remember thinking at the time that the book was actually quite good and being surprised about it, because I’d always assumed romance novels were junk with sex scenes attached. How wrong I was! It wasn’t until about 10 years later that I started reading them regularly, but I’ve often wondered what my first romance novel was called. Does that ring a bell with anybody?
Band camp? Colonial America? Firing squad? Innocent because imminent death is scary? I’m so curious – what book is this?