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Tuesday, February 14, 2012

The Naughty After Dark BlogHop (Feb 15-22) Erotic Regency Romance NC17

This is my first time to host a blog hop. I want to start off by giving a BIG thank you to Nikki of Close Encounters With The Night Kind.
Thank you to everyone who joined our blog hop. We have over 105 talented authors and wonderful book blogs sharing their most naughty imaginings with you. Come over to the naughty side and check all of them out to win great prizes.

Meanwhile, here are some photos to stimulate your naughty imagination:

I am sharing two very naughty excerpts. I had hoped to have excerpts of Alex's Angel to share as it has many naughty, erotic moments. However, Alex's Angel is not out of editing yet so I had a change in plans.

So I am going to share two excerpts. A naughty waltz and a naughty carriage ride. I hope you enjoy.


By reading any further, you are stating that you are 18 years of age, or over. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to stop reading and exit this post immediately.

A VERY naughty waltz...

Waltz of Seduction Copyright © 2011 Natasha Blackthorne

Alarm accelerated her heartbeat and she glanced up at him. "What are you doing?"

"Trust me." He moved behind her and took both her hands. She felt him tugging and pulling.

Then he faced her. "Now we try again."

She pulled at her hands. She couldn’t move them. He had bound them together. "Colin?"

He came back to face her and clasped the sides of her waist, holding her firmly. "I will not let you fall. Do you trust me?"

"I suppose," she replied. But she worried about his state of mind. He did seem a little foxed.

He began to move, slowly. She stared down at her feet.

"Stop counting the steps." He pointed at his face. "Look me in the eyes. Feel this in your stomach, not your head. Trust me."

Her feet wouldn’t obey.

"In my eyes," he said.

She took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on this mysterious thing he seemed to think she would see in his eyes. He smiled at her and then she did feel something in her belly. A gushy sensation that did nothing to steady her balance. She returned his smile. He was certainly more handsome than her dancing master had been. More graceful as well. They finished the dance with a few trips and stops. Then mercifully, it was over.

They rested a moment.

"I think I have it, will you untie me now?"

"Oh no, my Lady Lockhart. That was just practice. If you trip this time, you shall owe me two waltzes at that ball."

It was an unfair edict. She felt helpless as a marionette in his arms. She didn’t know how she was expected to keep her balance.

After a time, his steady blue gaze transfixed her. She forgot about her feet and just followed him. He was right, there was something in the stomach. A feeling of connection between what she saw in his eyes and how her feet seemed to move in tune with his as if by magic. He twirled her faster and faster until she was laughing and trying to catch her breath. He slowed down and bent his mouth to her ear.

"This is waltzing. And you dance beautifully when you forget yourself." His husky voice sent shivers though her and her nipples drew tight.

His lips touched hers. His tongue caressed her lower lip in feathery strokes. Her lips parted of their own volition and his tongue swept into her mouth. Hot, wet and wine tinged.

Dear sweet heaven.

He had never kissed her like this. She wanted to embrace him but he didn’t seem in a hurry to release her from her bonds. Maybe she should ask. But then, Priscilla said men didn’t like to be directed in the bedchamber.

A naughty carriage ride...

Grey's Lady
by Natasha Blackthorne

Chapter One
Philadelphia, PA
Spring, 1812
Grey couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Philadelphian women were the cream of the Republic, but damn if this one didn’t exceed all previous definitions. Curling wisps of hair escaped from her indigo bonnet and trailed down her graceful neck. He’d never seen hair that colour—like champagne shimmering in the moonlight.
She looked up, giving him his first full sight of her face. Sky blue eyes, full of aching, longing…and something else. Abject sadness. Haunting.
Something caught in his chest. Something reminiscent of pleurisy. Well, it wasn’t surprising. Philadelphia air was notoriously insalubrious and the day was oppressively damp. He blinked, glancing away. Was he losing his wits? Haunting eyes? What romantic nonsense. If he didn’t know better, he’d think he was getting a fever.
He glanced at his pocket watch. God, time was crawling. He’d arranged this series of lectures to entice potential investors, and last week in Boston had been most profitable. However, today, Mason’s Bookstore was packed with adolescent boys who sat with their mouths agape listening to local captains recount tales of privateering glory. His own speech on how and why to invest in a voyage had been met with yawns and bobbing heads. What a waste of an afternoon.
Shifting in his seat, he sensed her gaze. Lingering. Burning him. Against his will, he turned back to her. Those eyes seemed to reach across the room, directly into him, to touch his emptiness.
What a fanciful notion. His wits must be addled.
She didn’t drop her gaze, as a modest woman might. Instead, she appraised him, boldly weighing and measuring. A hint of her tongue flirted along the seam of her pink lips. Her eyes smouldered as if she’d read his every erotic longing and fantasy in his face.
He shifted again, trying to adjust for the heated blood rushing into his cock. The corners of her mouth turned up and humour glinted in her eyes. Clearly, she found his interest amusing. She found him amusing.
By God, then, I’ll have her beneath me, writhing and begging me to fuck her.
Damned if he wouldn’t.
The fervour of his thoughts shocked him back to his senses. People were talking and laughing and moving around. The lecture was over. He got up to leave, but he found himself standing at the windows, transfixed by the rain sheeting down.
“My goodness.” The breathy, feminine voice hit him low in his gut and he didn’t have to look to know who’d spoken. Something primal pounded through his blood. An urge to turn, grasp her by the back of her hair and kiss her with such brute force she would run.
Shaken, he took several long, deep breaths before he trusted himself enough to turn to her. He looked down to where her head barely met his shoulder and suddenly he was drowning in those azure eyes.
“It’s so hard, isn’t it?” she said in breathy, bedchamber tones.
“Pardon me, Madam?”
“The rain. It’s coming down so hard today. Buckets and buckets full.” Her voice sounded sincere but her eyes glimmered with mirth.
“Yes, it is.” He kept his tone cool, polite.
She stood so close his arm almost touched her breast. So close her tangy, sweet gardenia-like scent became intoxicating.
“Pardon me, Madam, but do you have some question about investing in a privateer venture?”
“Oh, no, they answered all my questions in the lecture.”
“But how could they have? You came in after the part about investing.”
“I didn’t really have any particular questions—I come to all the lectures here.” She glanced at the chalk board on the opposite wall, where the names of the lecturers were posted. “You are Mr Asahel de Grijs Sexton of New York?”
“At your service.”
“Your middle name means grey…like your eyes. Correct?”
“Yes. It’s Dutch.” It had been his mother’s maiden name.
“And you’re here to invest in privateering voyages for the expected war?” She took hold of the curtain’s thick, gold, braided cord.
“I own some ships and take on investors. I also invest in other voyages. It’s a numbers game, for safety.”
She gave a soft sigh… No, it was more like a moan. A lush, bedroom sound that made his lower belly tighten.
“Well, I was wondering…” She caressed her fingers up and down the braided cord in a way that could only be described as suggestive. Sinfully so. Right here in the book store.
A tide of lust like he had never felt before swept through his blood and stiffened his cock.
“I—I was wondering…” She trailed her fingers one last time before she dropped the cord. A half-smile curved her lips.
“Yes, Madam?” The steadiness of his voice amazed him.
“Could you—” She drew her lashes down as she spread her lips in a slow, sensual smile. “Would you be so kind as to give me a ride in your carriage?”
Her inflection left no doubt what kind of ride she meant.
What true gentleman could disappoint a lady? He offered her his arm. “Come, then.”
She raised fine, pale-gold brows. “I cannot be seen leaving here in your company.”
“Then what?”
“Drive around the block and wait there. I shall come along presently.”
“It’s raining like the flood. You cannot walk in that.”
“Do you think I shall melt?” Her deep and throaty laugh resonated deep in his balls.
“I think a gentleman doesn’t expect a lady to walk in the rain.”
She laughed again. “Oh, but I am not a lady.”
“Don’t talk like that.” His harsh tone puzzled him. Where had it come from?
“Did my fine silk gown fool you?” She plucked her coarse woollen skirt. Her fingerless nankeen gloves revealed digits reddened as though they habitually spent hours soaked in lye. The sharp contrast with her refined loveliness made his throat burn and he swallowed tightly.
She sighed. He glanced up. Her eyes were sad again and her emotion seemed to touch him in places he’d forgotten had existed. Damn, she was beautiful. How many times had he repeated that today? God, he was making a jackass of himself. But what did she really want from him? She was bold, yes, but she lacked the hardened look of a girl on the town. Maybe poverty had forced her into temporary whoring.
“You need money?” The hoarse terseness of his whisper surprised him.
“I don’t want your money.” She turned her gaze to him. Bold, blue and full of unmistakable longing. “I only want a ride.”
* * * *
Alone with her in the carriage, Grey took her hand and caressed it. Her fingers grated roughly against his. The burning sensation returned to his throat, making him cough. Her eyes were full of that earlier sadness. And longing. Compassion and sympathy flooded him, rendering him incapable of thinking clearly. Making him aware of his own sadness, the emptiness that had been with him so long he’d forgotten it was even there. It was getting to be unnerving. As if there was a cord attached to his innards that she could yank at will.
What the devil was he getting into here?
He kept his life orderly. Free of emotional entanglements and excess. He certainly never spent time indulging his more maudlin emotions. And yet, right now, the combination of sympathy and sexuality was overpowering. Irresistibly seductive.
Maybe he was turning sick. Maybe he was lying in bed right now, delirious with fever.
He squeezed her hand. “What is your name?”
He exhaled her name, cupping her face and rubbing his thumbs over the hollows beneath her cheekbones. The sensation was pure luxury, the texture of her skin like satin cream.
She closed her eyes, lifted her face. Barely aware he moved still closer, he felt her soft mouth under his with a sense of shock. She moaned and opened her mouth, all hot, wet and spicy-sweet, like mulled cider against his tongue.
He moved his hands down her back against the coarse wool of her bodice, pulling her closer. The folds of his cravat rustled, crisply crushing. She cried out. Damn—his cravat pin. He leaned away, stripped his coat off, plucked out the offending pin and came back to her. She laughed and tugged at his cravat until it came loose. Her grip tight on the two loose ends, she pulled him close to her face and held him in place.
Her taste was so intoxicating. He ravished her mouth without mercy. She returned his strokes measure for measure until they were forced to stop and pant for breath. Fuck, she was so intense. So willing and wanton and womanly. Her fire consumed him. Part of him—the gentlemanly part—watched appalled as he hooked his fingers around the damp hem of her coarse woollen skirt and pushed it up in one swift motion, baring her to the waist. She gasped, then laughed again...

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Grey's Lady

Book one in the Carte Blanche Series

Seeking sexual excitement and conquest, poor but beautiful Beth seduces wealthy merchant prince Grey Sexton, only to find herself the pursued as he seeks to own her body and soul.

Flouting the moral standards of Jeffersonian America, temptress Beth McConnell lets no man touch her heart. Her motto is love them once and leave them burning.

But when she boldly seduces Grey Sexton, a self-controlled merchant prince from New York, she finds herself too fascinated by his ice-over-fire nature to stay away. His possessive determination to own her, body and soul, threatens to expose her secret erotic life to public shame.

But Beth will only surrender her love to a man she can trust. And Grey's materialistic approach to relationships leaves her little reason to believe he can ever give her what she truly needs.

For these two cynical yet lonely people, can deep sexual intimacy work a miracle and lead to the opening of their hearts?
Buy Now: Grey’s Lady at Total-e-Bound 
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White Lace and Promises is the sequel to Grey's Lady. Click on the cover to learn more and to read excerpts:

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1. Waltz of Seduction
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  1. My favorite way is to get in the tub, we have one of a big corner whirlpool tubs. We grab a bottle of wine, get clean and then move on from there.

  2. Another fun blog hop, count me in!
    mcv111 ar hotmail(dot)com

  3. In the bedroom in front on the fireplace (on the floor, in the bed, on the table, etc.). Thanks for the blog hop.


  4. My favorite way to get naughty...hmmmm...well, any time with my Muse/boyfriend Liam has the potential of being naughty, but the shower is my favorite. I'm hoping to find a new fave in Vegas this week and then again when we go to Maui at the end of March. Oh being naughty on the beach! LOL

    dochappycamper at gmail dot com

  5. my favorite....ehm... in shower with water stil on, but traditional way still very much to do, bedroom. LOL

    filiafantasy at gmail dot com

  6. I'm all for streaking in the moonlight. There's something very freeing about dropping your drawers and getting busy in the open. :)

  7. In the shower! then we move on from there
    skpetal at hotmail dot com

  8. Is it too late to join the blog hop fun as an author? BTW, today, I'd take it anywhere I could find an ounce of privacy.

  9. Out in the woods on a blanket under the stars is where I'd like to get naughty as long as there are NO Bugs. LOL

    I love these hops. What a great way to discover new authors/blogs and visit with old friends.
    Thanks for being part of the hop and for the chance to win such a fantastic prize! <^_^>

  10. I have a huge walk-in shower. It is a great location.

    Thanks for the giveaway!

    geishasmom73 AT yahoo DOT com

  11. My favorite way of being Naughty is reading one of your fantastic books (they are hot hot hot), I can't wait for Alex's Angel to come out. LOL ok seriously, I just love being with my husband and knowing anytime I want I can go up to him and take him to bed - LOL

    congrats on your first time hosting a hop, you guys are doing great. Love all the prizes too.

  12. My favorite way to get naughty is to read some of the great erotica on my TBR.

    Congrats on the great hop. I love these as I always find new authors and books to read.

  13. Undressing for my husband infront of a mirror. He loves to watch, and so do I.

    author_shannon_leigh (at) hotmail (dot) com

  14. skinny dipping in the small community pool in our neighborhood in the middle of the night :)

  15. In our swimming pool under the

  16. I like a nice, warm, sudsy tub:)

  17. By reading guy on guy stuff :O lol!!
    Thanks for the great giveaway!

  18. I really like reading almost any type of Erotica and that helps me get naughty anyway.

    I'm lacking someone important at the moment so reading steamy novels and pocketing future naughty ideas from the novels is one of the best ways I think to get naughty.

  19. A start in the shower and see what happens from there.

    Thanks for the great blog hop!

  20. I've been with my husband going on 17 years now and my favorite way to get naughty is wherever we land! I LOVE just going with the flow wherever we start our romps. I find it more invigorating to go with the flow rather than take it to a safer place :)

    Fun times!!

  21. I like to read and watch. Waiting for someone to read and watch with. Please post picture to apply for the position ;-)

  22. Toys and books. Sometimes a nice bubble bath works too. :)

    menina.iscrazy @

  23. well looking at eye candy the girl put on the site
    desi the blonde at msn dot com

  24. Shower together with my man :b

  25. I love when it is spontanious. When the hubby just grabs me and needs me now. Toys and playing are fun too.

    1. oops forgot my email
      musicalfrog at

  26. My favorite way to get naughty? Find a nice "adult" movie OnDemand with my local cable company. You can get as naughty as you want and they give you lots of good ideas.

    Great Hop!

  27. in the car on the way home from a night out..........

    areeths at new dot rr dot com

  28. I have to say that reading erotica helps get me in a naughty mood.
    manning_j2004 at yahoo dot com

  29. Snuggling with my hubby on the couch after the kids are in bed.
    jwx4 at yahoo dot com

  30. I'd have to say in the shower. Thanks for the chance.

  31. Reading some good BDSM erotica!! (And then acting some of the good parts out with my honey!)
    Ashley A

  32. Naughty includes a hot soak in the tub and a great book ;-) christina_92 at

  33. Congrats on your first hop! I love being naughty. I usually start be sending pictures will my hubby is in a meeting or around lots of people. Then I may walk by and touch him in inconspicuous places. Next, I inform him of my "going commando" under my skirts. By the time the kids are in bed and our door is locked he has the rope and bar ready!! Can't get any better than that!!

  34. Great pics and excerpts! I love to soak in a bubble bath with a steamy book! cheryllynne(at)rocketmail(dot)com

  35. Skinny dipping in the hot tub is naughty fun.

    drainbamaged.gyzmo at


  37. Love your post. Ty for doing this awesome blog hop. I have come across so many new to me authors who I look forward to reading :D

    readingissomuchfun @

    1. My way of getting naughty is to cuddle with my hubby :-)

      readingissomuchfun @

  38. In the tub. Or just being spontaneous. :) Thanks!
    NB-Amber Hall
    goodblinknpark @

  39. I like to surprise my hubby in the shower. I wait until I hear the water running, then I sneak in and join him. It's lots of fun.
    luvfuzzzeeefaces at yahoo dot com

  40. My favorite way to get naughty is by reading some of the awesome naughty stories you authors write. And believe me, I've found some others to follow (am already following your work), all kinds of different stories, paranormal, contemporaries, etc., I love reading them all ;)

  41. Great giveaway. Thanks for hosting it.

  42. Thanks for doing the hop. I loved Grey's Lady! I don't have anyone to be naughty with these days, but when I did, I loved when I seduced him while at a party and then we we sneak into a bedroom or bathroom for a quickie!
    msmjb65 AT gmail DOT com


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