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My favorite wicked character is Eugene Onegin in Onegin by Aleksandr PushkinRalph Fiennes starred in the legendary and he also helped produce the movie. It is a beautiful and lush production. Onegin is so apologetically bad and then becomes so romantic. It is a tragic and heartbreaking.

What makes you fall for a truly wicked character? What tweaks at your sympathy?


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A MEASURED RISK
 Regency Risks Book One

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Copyright © Natasha Blackthorne, 2012




Excerpt 

“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. His gaze became so piercing that she had to lower her eyes.


He brushed his fingertips over her cheek. “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 that 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 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.

 
What are people saying about A MEASURED RISK?

"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." Salacious Reads




"I really enjoyed A Measured Risk. It was fresh, steamy, emotional and just a heart touching romance between two very unique characters...


There are some holy hell make you fan yourself moments and some sweet ones too which totally worked for me.

All in all, an excellent historical erotica that'll spice up an evening in. They were really just a great pairing and I enjoyed their time together in and out of the bedroom." ~ Review by Anna of Herding Cats and Burning Soup.






"Jonathon was pure male and super hot...a perfect mix of passion, dominance and submission...Well written and wonderful escapism...A highly recommended read." ~ Best Selling Author Sam Crescent

 

"Wonderful erotic romance! I absolutely 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!
 ~ Author Deborah Court.


"I am hopelessly in love with the Earl of Ruel and I don't care if he's a fictional character! Experience the elegant, and frequently excessive life of the privileged during this romantic era." ~ Romance in Review
 

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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.


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"Mesmerizing characters, who I fell in love with in A Measured Risk. Their story is so emotional and consuming..."  5 stars from Lusty Penguin Reviews

Anne and Jon's story continues.




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21 comments:

  1. Sexy smirk and flirty comments make me fall for a wicked character.


    ladyunwritten[AT]gmail[DOT]com

    [I am not a USA citizen. But I do have a friend in US who receives my gift cards on behalf of me.]

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  2. Believable motivations make a wicked character work for me!

    vitajex(At)Aol(Dot)com

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  3. Tough question. It depends on the character as to what makes me like him or not. Those truly wicked characters that have a hidden soft spot get to me every time.

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  4. I love a character that needs to be redeemed and think that adds dimension to them. And in a different type of wicked, I enjoy an honest lover of sexy wicked who doesn't play games and just goes for it.

    Loved the excerpt on your book and thanks for the giveaway opportunity, Natasha!
    sophiarose1816 at gmail dot com

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  5. I like the wicked characters who have a spark of goodness to them...not TOO much, but enough to make you remember they're human.

    Thank you for the chance to win :)

    -Amber Terry-

    starry_night1987(at)yahoo(dot)com

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  6. *waves at Natasha* Hello, my friend! Love your question. I tend to fall for the characters that are slightly wounded, but hide it under a façade of badassery. Or someone who maybe makes mistakes or mistreats others because they've never been shown the right way.... Well, until the heroine comes along who inspires them to be the person she believes them to be. ;-) (Can you tell I'm a sucker for a happy ending?)

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  7. If they actually have a truly noble heart. Thanks for joining the hop!!!
    Ashley Applebee
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  8. Someone who has a motivation for their actions. Thanks for the giveaway!

    prettylittlepages(at)gmail(dot)com

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  9. I can fall for a truly wicked character if there seems to be some quality in that character that can be redeemed. Extenuating circumstances or pass can tweak my sympathy. wcraig5432@yahoo.com

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  10. A background that makes you understand why they are the way they are, along with hints of vulnerability and kindness.
    jmcgaugh (at) semo (dot) edu

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  11. When a wicked character shows their vulnerable soft side. <3

    Thanks for this giveaway!

    I hope you have a great weekend! =)

    Brandi
    BLeigh1130 at yahoo dot com

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  12. I love a character that's majorly damaged -- but ultimately redeemable!

    Thanks for the amazing giveaway!
    elizabeth @ bookattict . com

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  13. Thinking that i could be the one to tame the beast and make him mine

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  14. I am a complete sucker for alpha males with gooey centers . Also, tortured heroes.. but who isn't?

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  15. I like a wicked alpha male with a caring heart in side!
    sasluvbooks at yahoo dot com

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  16. When they show their vulnerability based off of their interaction with the heroine.

    Shannon
    sabai30705(at)yahoo(dot)com

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  17. I love those damaged men! They definitely pull on my empathic feelings. If they are alpha, all the better! ;) Love Ruel!
    trb0917 at gmail dot com

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  18. heart of gold is my weakness
    meandi09@yahoo.com

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  19. I love the tortured but they would do anything to hide that heart of gold of theirs.

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  20. I fall for the wicked characters when I can see inside that they're not all bad. When you can see the good inside it makes the bad so much more fun.

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  21. The bad guy that's bad for a reason. Like his sister was kidnapped or something like that.

    devynsmom95@yahoo.com

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