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Welcome to my stop on the Fools For Love Giveaway Hop. A Big Thank You To Steph at Fangs, Wands and Fairy Dust And Dana at Readaholics Anonymous for organizing and hosting this hop.

 

I am offering readers the chance to win an ecopy of one of my erotic historical romances. For details, see "GIVEAWAY!" toward the end of this post.

 

 

I want to share something I think is a real work of art. It takes love from the courtship stages to the real test of everyday, lifelong love and after. If that's not romance, I don't know what is.

It's just beautiful.

Video shared from Vevo on Youtube. No endorsement of my work by Mr. Leonard Cohen is intended or to be implied.

 

 

"Jonathon was pure male and super hot...a perfect mix of passion, dominance and submission..."
 

Author Sam Crescent has reviewed A MEASURED RISK and what she said left me very humbled and touched. Here's a little of what she had to say:

"...bloody brilliant. I can’t even begin to praise it enough. From the moment I opened my kindle and began reading, I had to finish. The lead, Lady Cranfield or Anne was such a wonderful character...Jonathon Lloyd, the Earl of Ruel...was pure male and super hot...a perfect mix of passion, dominance and submission...Well written and wonderful escapism.

A highly recommended read."

To read the entire review, click here.



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Total-e-Bound is a UK company and A MEASURED RISK is published in British English.

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A MEASURED RISK features a shy, intellectual, strong-willed widow with real life curves (Rubenesque/BBW) and a protective, possessive Dominant, alpha male hero. This is a story of Dominance and submission with light BDSM, emotional healing, trust and love.

 

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A Measured Risk is an Erotic Historical Romance. This means it contains graphic sexual language. It also means that there is a greater focus on the development of the romance through eroticism than in Mainstream/Traditional Steamy or Spicy Romance.

Wonderful erotic romance!

"I absolute loved this story. It's rare to find a real, sweet love story in a BDSM romance. This one's definitely a keeper, something to read a second time. Looking forward to read more of those! ;) Review By Deborah Court

A too-die-for alpha hero

"I wanted to recommend a super-hot erotic romance that I just read: 'A Measured Risk' by Natasha Blackthorne.

 

It's set in the Regency period, has a too-die-for alpha hero who loves to dominate the heroine, and an interesting storyline. I really enjoyed this book and ripped right through it--I love how the author writes. She puts you right into the characters' heads and bodies, so you feel what they feel.

This was definitely one of the best erotic romances I've read this year, and I've already recommended it to several people. Jonathan Lloyd, the Earl of Ruel, is my new Christian Grey!"

~ Author Dana Delamar, posted on my Facebook profile, Wednesday October 10, 2012.

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Excerpt from A Measured Risk

"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.

Ended.

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...

So what happened next? Click the banner below to read the entire first chapter and find out:

To read Another Excerpt Click Here: http://natashablackthorneblog.blogspot.com/2012/09/a-two-part-kiss-scene-erotic-romance.html
 

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What are other people saying about A Measured Risk?

Five Stars for A Measured Risk From Romance in Review!

"...Yes, I am hopelessly in love with the Earl of Ruel and I don't care if he's a fictional character! So, ladies, read at your own risk and don't say I didn't warn you.

Experience the elegant, and frequently excessive life of the privileged during this romantic era. This story is a bit different than other Regency Era stories you have probably read. The heat level is high and the story has a bit of a twist that makes it fresh and unique.

I still don't want to leave the world of Lady Cranfield and the Earl of Ruel."

Review from Michelle at Romance in Review. Click here to read the entire review: http://romanceinreview.com/2012/07/20/romance-in-review-a-measured-risk-by-natasha-blackthorne/

Five Stars for A Measured Risk From Salacious Reads!

"...you knew this man as dominant as he was, was falling in love with this woman..."

Reviewed by Sharonda

"I loved everything about this story, it was so good. But want I loved most was Jon patience with Anne. He was a strong male lead and very dominant, but his patience with her was just…I can't even explain it. I mean just reading this story, you knew this man as dominant as he was, was falling in love with this woman...

 Like I said before, these woman are strong and independent in a time when as a woman you're not supposed to be, you are suppose to depend on the man. And the men, yes..they are strong and dominant, but they also support their women in everything...

These men are written with strength and purpose Thank you Natasha for helping me love historical romance once again."

Read the entire review here: http://www.salaciousreads.com/2012/06/review-request-measure-risk-by-natasha.html

Five Stars from Let's Get Romantical.

Masterpiece! Loved it with a passion.

"Natasha Blackthorne's book's just get better and better. This one is by far the best. It's really a work of art and a total masterpiece for this genre.

Jon is a sexy, confident, dominate, trustful and honorable man. He is sure of himself and knows what he wants and goes for it. When the luscious Ann gives him a come get me look. He cant help but follow her...Sensual, erotic, romantic, steamy, sexy, sweet, arouse, masterful and loving are all the words that come to mind when I think of this book." Reviewed by Dawn of Let's Get Romantical.



 

A Naughty Delight!!

Five Stars From Close Encounters WTNK from USA

 

Book one in the Regency Risks Series

 

He is her most dangerous temptation and now he is demanding her submission. Dare she take the risk?

 

Young dowager countess, Lady Cranfield, is emotionally scarred by the traumatic accident that took her husband's life. She cannot forget how he was killed and breathed his last in the circle of her trembling arms.

Imprisoned by her lingering fear of horses and carriages, Lady Cranfield is fascinated by the brave, self-assured Earl of Ruel and longs to be closer to him. She believes he alone can teach her how to overcome her terror.

Seduced by the covert, come-hither glances from the shy Lady Cranfield, Ruel sensed she would be the sweetest, most submissive experience of a lifetime-if only he can gain her total and complete trust.

Lady Cranfield grew up emotionally neglected by her ducal parents and later betrayed by her charming, handsome husband. She has learned that she can trust no one and protects herself at all costs. However, she's desperate to regain her former life and now willing to risk almost anything-her reputation, even her virtue.
But Ruel wants something she never expected. He makes her a non-negotiable offer. His help in return for her complete sexual submission and total obedience for one month.

Dare she take the risk?




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I am giving away an ecopy of my Light BDSM, Rubenesque, erotic Regency romance, A Measured Risk, to one randomly selected person. (Or you may pick from any of my epublished works. For information on my other ebooks, click the covers in the left side bar.)

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