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Wednesday, May 9, 2012

TRR Erotic Madness Bloghop, Erotic Regency Romance, NC17

A BIG thank you to The Romance Reviews for organizing and hosting this giveaway hop!

I am so honoured and humbled to welcome my guest host today, Nikki of Close Encounters With The Night Kind!

Nikki says: Welcome to my first guest post!!  A Measured Risk is by far my favorite book of Natasha's, although I must admit all of her books have original story plots and extremely exciting sex scenes.  A Measured Risk just had a little of everything that I liked and made it into my personal favorites library. 

Lady Cranfield has a bookish, logical, and secretly decadent side that made her quite relatable to me.  And Ruel?  Can we say YUMM.  I can…YUMMMMMMMM.  This book has light aspects of BDSM, but Ruel has had these proclivities for quite some time. 

He slowly introduces this lovely lady into the wonders of being submissive, and through it, he begins to slowly erase her fears.  He loses himself in her and she in him.  But reality comes crashing back.  Will their new-found love survive it?  Of course I’m not going to tell you!!  I’d rather you find out for yourself!!  I loved the historical aspect mixed with the new-age naughtiness.  It made this book a truly decadent treat!!!

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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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 (prologue omitted) of A Measured Risk: 
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  1. What I enjoy about erotica is how hot the books are...they about sizzle right off the page. I also like how they push the envelope...and I get to read outside my box. I've read A Measured Risk...loved it Natasha!!!! *swoon*

  2. I may be strange,but what I love most about erotic romance is the storyline. The sex is part of it, but I like to get to know the characters. Without them, it's just a written porn movie and I never was into them. I like to have some emotion behind what I read.

  3. Hot books, great stories and characters, learning things I never would have thought of.


  4. I love immersing myself in the fantasy!

  5. First you see a really hot cover to get the fantasy started. Then you feel as if you become one of the characters and then the imagination really gets going. And if anything, it gives you some ideas of what you can actually act out in your real life.


  6. Well the sex scenes of course, but I will say that if the book isn't any good then I don't care how much sex is in it I will stop reading it.


  7. What I like about erotic romance is how the sensual tension builds up to the moment. Also, the details in which the scenes are described. For me as long as the book has a good story line, the characters are believable, and there is romance with hot sex, then that's my kind of book.

  8. The intense chemistry that happens between the MCs is what gets me every time in erotic romance.

  9. Love coming by to visit!! Thanks Nikki for the awesome review. I haven't read this one yet, but rest assured, by the end of the summer I will!

    I love erotic romance as it takes me away!! Kinda like the Calgon commercials :) I love the sexual build up, the release, and the visualization I get from the written word. My mind adds so much to what is there. Thanks to all of the wonderful authors. Natasha included!

    bournmelissa at hotmail dot com

  10. The discovery of each other for the hero and heroine. There differences, their likes and dislikes. And the best part is when they realize they love each other.
    luvfuzzzeeefaces at yahoo dot com

  11. What I like most is the wild abandon some characters show in their adoration of their partner. (HOT SEX)

    thanks for the great giveaway!

    mimirose41209 at hotmail dot com

  12. Fabulous excerpt! I have to know what happens!

    I love erotic romance, but it has to be well written with great characters that I can really get into. There is a lot of erotic romance out there that is just crap. Even though I love to read a good erotic romance with hot & steamy sex, it still needs to be a quality story.

    Michelle V

  13. I enjoy the escape erotica gives to me. There's no holds barred, no judgements and many other things that just give me a sense of (I guess I'd say) peace for the characters. It's a free feeling-lol

    Thank you for the chace to win!

    dragonlady 029 @ aol . com

  14. What I enjoy most about erotic romance is the fantasy of it- 'cause it's not my lifestyle! LOL.

  15. They are steamy fantasys that you can escape into.

  16. Hello everyone, I am glad you could stop by and check out my post. I enjoyed reading all your comments.

    Thank you Andie and Mel for the lovely compliments. :)

    I hope everyone has a great weekend. <3

  17. I enjoy the passion...and how happy my hubby is that I've discovered erotic fiction! Wink, Wink.
    catherinelee100 at gmail dot com

  18. I love great story lines, exciting characters and the steamy scenes; what a great combination.

    Tracey D
    booklover0226 at gmail dot com

  19. I love the characters, the story lines, and the wonderfully hot love scenes. There are a lot of erotic books to match whatever mood you might be in (historical, paranormal, contemporary, sci-fi, BDSM, menage, m/f, m/m, etc.
    manning_j2004 at yahoo dot com

  20. This sounds so... Drool worthy, the main characters both sound like they... Draw you in and don't let you go until they're done with you.

  21. The HOT HOT HOT love scenes are what I like best about erotic romances. However if there is NO story to go along with the HOT love scenes, then the book will do nothing for me.
    Thanks for being part of the hop and for the chance to win! <^_^>

  22. I love reading erotic romances of any type, but my first love of reading was historicals, so I especially love erotic historicals!


  23. I enjoy the passion between the two (or three, or four?) main characters, the sex scenes of course, but also the development of the relationship between them.

  24. I love that it takes me away from my own world, I can live vicariously through the characters in the story.

  25. The sizzling sex scenes! But there has to be a real story to it, I love watching characters finding their HEA.

  26. I don't have a love life of my own so I like to live vicariously. The romance, love, and of course sex scenes!

  27. I love the way that the authors describe the human bodies. They are so vivid!

  28. What I enjoy the most about erotic romance?

    I enjoy getting lost in the Wonderfully Sexy, Romantic, not to mention HOT, Erotic Worlds, Fantastic Authors create for Us. An Ultimate Fantasy for their Fans in each book they write with their Incredibly Impressive, Imaginative Minds.

    I would very much appreciate the opportunity to be considered in your very generous giveaway for a chance to win a choice from Natasha's e-published works. Thank You for participating in the Erotic Romance Madness Hop.

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

  29. I love the passion that steams off the page
    dancin_deb2000 @
    thanks for considering me for this prize

  30. I like the heat that reflects the intensity of the emotional connection between the characters!

    f dot chen at comcast dot net


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