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Copyright © Natasha Blackthorne, 2012
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Excerpt From: A Measured Risk

Suffolk, England
August 1819

“Why did you run away?” His deep voice settled in her belly, rich and warm, like crème brûlée on a cold winter’s night.
“Because I wanted you to follow.” She tried to sound sophisticated and seductive, but her voice choked off on the last word.
Ruel placed his hand on the shelf above her head and blocked her path to the door. His tall, solidly muscled body leaned over her, surrounding her with the sumptuous, sinful scents of tobacco, Scotch whisky and something masculine and undeniably dangerous. A slow, sensual smile stretched his hard mouth.
He appeared different. Softer. More approachable.
At the change, her insides seemed to flip over.
“Well, sweeting, getting us off alone was a very inspired idea.” He touched one of her fallen ringlets. “I am bored to distraction with endless hunting and fencing.”
As he slowly wrapped the curl around two fingers, he brushed her collarbone. Fiery sparks tingled down her spine, so intense that she shivered and her nipples beaded, pressing against her stays. By some instinct she hadn’t even known she possessed, she arched her back, presenting herself for his assessment.
His eyes shone so vividly blue against his bronzed face that they resembled cornflowers. She swallowed tightly and wished for a long drink of claret. This more personal side of him suddenly seemed far more hazardous than his usually fierce exterior.
Well, no matter. There was nothing to fear. She would allow only as much contact as need be to get to know him a little. Since being torn from her lonely yet secure life in Ireland and thrust into society at age sixteen, she’d spent her time allowing people only as near as was comfortable. She was an expert at emotional evasion.
It should be easy to regain her control.
But now, as late afternoon sun rays played over his pale hair, turning it to the colour of winter wheat, all her carefully rehearsed words flew away.
Say something—anything—else he will think you’re a bird-wit.
An intimate smile, one that invited her to play, tugged at his mouth.
“In a situation like this, alone with a gentleman, it’s perfectly normal for a lady to feel some apprehension.” His hushed voice, barely audible above the piano and boisterous singing from down the corridor, accentuated their isolation. He brushed his fingertips over her cheek and his gaze became so piercing that she had to lower her eyes. “She will invariably ask herself if he will try to kiss her.”
She jerked her eyes back to his face. God, he couldn’t mean to—Not yet, surely… Peculiar, heated chills swept over her. She tried to take a step back, but found her arse flush against the bookshelf.
He leaned closer; so close that his Scotch-scented breath tickled her face. “And just in case you are wondering, Lady Cranfield—the answer is most assuredly yes.”
She should demand that he put his arm down so she could pass by and leave. She really should. But she couldn’t stop looking at his hard mouth and wondering what it would feel like upon hers. He was so close to her, his breath blew on her lips. If she moved but a fraction, she’d be kissing him.
Kissing him.
Dear God. Her breath began to come very fast and short. Her throat went tight with a suppressed moan.
His eyes burnt as brightly as aquamarines. He looked so fierce. If he kissed her, if he dared… Oh God, it would be so harsh. That cruel-looking mouth could express itself no other way.
Excitement rushed through her, sending tingles to every point of her body, even her toes.
But no, he wouldn’t. Not yet.
He kept leaning closer. He didn’t close his eyes. Instead, he seemed to focus all the harder upon her.
Heart pounding and unable to move away, she braced herself for his assault.
His lips brushed hers, barely. A gossamer caress.
He lifted his head.
It was done.
And it hadn’t even begun.
He held her chin, appearing so cool, so unaffected. His kiss had seemed to sear her. An urge to put her fingers to her lips arose in her. She resisted it, for it would give away too much of how she was affected.
Never show your feelings.
He traced his thumb along her lower lip, slowly, deliberately, as he studied her with eyes that now glittered with something powerful and predatory. Heat pooled in her pelvis, low and spreading even lower.
She went weak all over, as if she’d lain in a sunny window seat for too long. Her knees almost buckled. She forced them to lock. To be strong.
It should not have affected her so profoundly. It had just been a peck—not a true kiss at all. William had poured out all of his skill upon her and hadn’t garnered even a tenth of the reaction in her that this man’s peck had.
Ruel traced her jaw line with his fingertips. Unthinkingly, she leaned in to his touch.
“Of course, once he has kissed her, then it’s his turn to wonder…” His voice sounded unnaturally loud to her ears. “How will she respond? Will she withdraw, or can he ignite some hidden fire?”
She sensed that he was toying with her. She’d didn’t understand flirtation—why had she imagined she could carry this ruse off? Was he making advances in order to have a laugh with Francesca and her simpering friends later? Hurt blossomed in her chest. She resented him for that. She ought to feel indignant, superior, uncaring—anything but hurt.
“Please don’t make sport of me.”
She cringed. Was that quavering, pleading voice really hers?
An infinitesimal pause. “Now, why on earth would I do such a thing?” His voice was as smooth as velvet.
“To please your vanity,” she replied, trying to regain her wits.
“Here.” He placed her hand to his chest. The contours of his muscles were hard, powerfully developed. Even more so than she’d expected. His body heat radiated through the satin and, beneath her hand, his heart beat was rapid and strong.
“Is that vanity?” He put a finger under her chin, giving her no choice but to face him. “Is it?” He gentled his grip.
The warmth in his voice settled over her like luscious hot chocolate. Melting her insides to quivering burgoo, rendering her speechless, unable to move.
“My dear, lovely Lady Cranfield, I am going kiss you again.”
Then he touched his mouth to hers, more firmly this time. Delicious, steady pressure. Her lips trembled and she clutched his lapels. He lifted his head. At the loss, a throaty, pleading moan sounded in her ears. Had it really come from her?
Clearly, now was the time for her to reassert some control over her reactions. To put him at a more comfortable distance.
“Kiss me back.” At the commanding edge in his voice, hot, sweet honey pooled in her belly.
No. Focus.
What had she wanted to ask him? Focus? Dear God, what rubbish. She could scarcely remember her own name, much less anything else. What madness had made her think she could maintain control over him?
He traced her mouth with his tongue. Deliberately; lingeringly. This time she couldn’t hold back a moan. She had grown to dislike it when William kissed her opened mouthed. It had always seemed such an overheated, messy thing. But where was her coldness now? She was burning to know what it would feel like to know Ruel’s full kiss. She had to know—just once—or she would surely die.
Just once. Certainly once wouldn’t hurt.
Tentatively, tremulously, she opened her mouth.
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  1. I don't know how sinful this is but I love the solitude of being up at the crack of dawn, on the deck, reading and drinking my coffee....

  2. Sitting under a shady tree with a book and ice cold iced tea or lemonade.

  3. Skinny dipping in the pool out back late at night with the hubby ;)

  4. I love gardening and have a fantastic yard. It's great to recline in the shade and read a good book after the watering of flowers is done!
    mcv111 at hotmail dot com

  5. Drinking a XX Amber (Mexican beer) on a boat with my fishing pole.


  6. Sneaking out when the kids are in bed for alone time with my husband in the hot tub. Its only the backyard, but we are alone.

  7. Sitting on one of the decks, in the shade with a cool drink, reading till my hearts content.


  8. Being outside with the dogs playing or reading a good book.
    crystaley73 at yahoo dot com

  9. a frozen Strawberry Daiquiri & a hott hunky delicious alpha male!

  10. Drinking a glass of local white wine after dinner and enjoying the balmy evening on my deck.

  11. love sitting in the back yard sipping a white wine sangria

    caity_mack at yahoo dot com

  12. I'm sinful summer time activity is reading in a hammock under a shade tree.

  13. hmm! Its books of course! In the summer something about laying on the beach with a great read or cuddling up on the sofa during a summer time FL storm is perfection! Thanks for the great giveaway!

  14. I love a good book, a glass of wine, and just laying around. It is the best.
    bournmelissa at hotmail dot com

  15. I live in FL, so summer is my least favorite time of year. It just gets to darn hot outside. Not everyone who lives in Fl is by a beach. I happen to be one of those. Thanks for doing the hop.

  16. Hello Natasha,

    My favorite sinful summer time activity is floating in our pool, reading a book while drinking one of those slushy frozen drinks. That's a perfect day. :)

    I would very much appreciate the opportunity to be considered in your very generous giveaway for a chance to win an E-book From Natasha Blackthorne's E-Published Works. Thank You for participating in the Sinful Sirens Giveaway Hop.

    Take care,
    PaParanormalFan (Renee’ S.)
    paranormalromancefan at yahoo dot com

  17. Swim parties and cookouts!

  18. I guess just spending time in the pool and reading outside. Food wise, I love a good cookout.

  19. Reading! :) But the kids are busy, so that usually means I'm busy, too ;)

  20. I love hanging out at the lake, lying on the hammock and reading my kindle! My favorite foods are the fresh fruits and veggies that are in season!

  21. Beach Beach and more beach

  22. Book, wine, strawberries, in the garden perfect conbination :)

  23. being lazy on the hammock and reading a book all day!

    Thanks for the giveaway!


  24. eating too much sugary foods

  25. Love hiking with my hubby & dogs

  26. My sinful food is ice cream! Especially soft serve! Yummy!
    Thank you for the wonderful giveaway.

  27. favorite sinful summer time indulgence is chocolate


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