#SpeakeasyRomance

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Tales From the Velvet Trap - Sapphic Historical Fiction

My newest short story series completes next week. The first story is free. All on Medium. I also paint the covers for the stories.

Tales From The Velvet Trap is a series set in Prohibition-era Chicago, following the lives of Vivian and Violet. Vivian, deeply rooted in the city's underground with her mob ties, exudes dominance and complexity, while Violet, a housewife, is drawn into an unexpected affair that shakes the foundations of her life. Their narrative unfolds in the seedy glamour of a speakeasy where jazz, gin, and illicit desires swirl together. As Violet struggles with her newfound cravings and fears, Vivian continues to wield power and seduction, making every encounter a play for control. The series navigates themes of forbidden love, power dynamics, and the quest for personal freedom, all while portraying the risks of living authentically in a time of societal constraints.

Secrets of the Velvet Trap is the sequel series coming in the spring.

Excerpt

Violet had never danced with a woman. She had never been so close to another woman, never felt another woman’s body against hers or the gentle pressure of a woman’s hands on her hips. With her unapologetically masculine charm, Vivian stirred a longing so unsettling, and yet so enticing, that Violet feared she would go mad.

Her mind shouted at her to leave, warned that everyone was watching her. Her cheeks heated as she realized everyone would know what kind of woman she was. But her body obeyed Vivian, and she gave herself over to the slow rhythm, bathed in the warm glow of amber lights. She moved with a mixture of desire and fear and wondered, as she often did, how could she feel such an attraction to such an aberration.

The enticing scent of musky cologne and Vivian's warm breath on her neck confused her. When Vivian kissed her neck, nuzzled her ear, and drew their hips together, Violet began to tremble. She lost her breath, and then gasped to retrieve it.

“I’m not like you,” she managed to whisper.

Vivian forced her mouth against Violet’s resisting lips until they finally yielded.