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Tuesday, November 25, 2014

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Hello and welcome to my stop on the Winter Heat Blog Hop. Thank you to Julie's Book Review for organizing and hosting this holiday giveaway event.


"WOW! Simply delicious and wicked...A compelling and complex Erotic with a bit of BDSM, lots of passion, submission and love... very sensual...What a thrill ride! I would highly recommend to anyone who enjoys lots of spice with their romance. A perfect late night read!...Loved it! A wickedly delicious Regency romp! Well done." ~ My Book Addiction and More (click here to read the full review)

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Would you like to learn more about PERILOUS RISK? Please keep reading.








©Copyright Natasha Blackthorne 2014
For Adults 18 years of age or older only.

Excerpt from
Perilous Risk
Regency Risks, Book Three
By Natasha Blackthorne



His stare pinned her and she remained rooted to the spot like a cornered hare.
He lowered his head. She felt her eyes widening. Her heart beat harder and harder, deafening thunder in her ears.
He put his mouth to hers.
She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t make a move.
Oh, God. Oh, God save me…
His full lips pressed hers, warm, soft, intense. She’d never known a man’s mouth to be so lushly sensual and yet so deliciously firm. From that touch, pleasure surged through her, tightening her nipples, and sending sparks of fire tingling into her belly and outward, all the way down to her toes. She couldn’t suppress the shudder that wracked her head to foot.
He lifted his head. Then he watched her, closely.
Edginess built inside her, combining with and intensifying the arousal pulsing in her blood. She licked her lips then let her breath out in a ragged sigh.
“Open to me, Rebecca.”
He’d spoken softly, oh so softly—but the steel beneath the gentleness sent shivers all over her. And not a little tingling excitement. Unable to bear the determined heat of his gaze, she stared at the bridge of his elegant straight nose. Dazed, afraid of him, yes, holy heavens yes, but far more frightened of the feelings that were rapidly leaping to life within her.
No, this couldn’t be happening. She had kept herself safe all these years since Jon. No emotionally dangerous entanglements. She was past all of this. He should be out chasing some young opera dancer tonight. She should be home, fast asleep in her chaste bed.
Safe.
He put his hand to the corner of her jaw and applied slight yet steady pressure. “Open for me.”
No, no, she would stay closed. Stay safe, always safe from now on. She tried to jerk her face to the side.
He tightened his grip on her hair and held her in place.
She balled her fists and raised them to beat against his shoulders and chest. God, for all his leanness, his muscles were like iron.
Only the slightest shake of his head betrayed that he was even aware of her blows pelting him.
She opened her mouth to deny him.
He brought his mouth down on hers, cutting off her protest. He thrust into her mouth, the taste of his hot, wet tongue more fiery than the best whisky. She shook, not with fear but with anticipation for the next stroke of his tongue against hers.
It came and delicious shudders quaked through her. Another stroke and another. Ruthlessly, he gripped her head and angled it, thrusting deeper. Taking her breath. Sucking her very soul and taking everything.
She didn’t care.
Every inch of his long, lean body pressed hers. She could feel the whipcord strength of his powerful muscles. Could feel his trembling as though he were holding back his ardour. His erection throbbed against her stomach, huge and hard. Heated.
A feeling of letting go, as though a tremendous weight had suddenly lifted from her. As though she’d been waiting forever for this moment. Tenderness burst within her. Her limbs went weak. Her fists unfurled and she grasped his shoulders, learning his feel, breathing in his scent, glorying in his taste, his strength, his forcefulness.
Stephen.
Her Stephen.
If she could, she would simply melt into him. She clung desperately to his hard body, surrendering herself wholly.
He tore his mouth from hers.
She cried out in protest.
He swept her up into his arms then lowered her. Her backside touched the table and the rickety wooden frame groaned and creaked.
He swooped down on her then gripped her chin in his large hand, gently yet firmly holding her in place. His eyes bore into hers, predatory, determined. “Now, tell me that you don’t know me.”






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Perilous Risk by Author Natasha Blackthorne
 ~ Erotic Romance
 ~ Regency Historical
 ~ Light BDSM
 ~ Older Woman, Younger Man
 ~ Novel Length
 ~ Part of a series but may be read as standalone.


Years have passed since she told him no….

Rebecca Howland has long since given up the life of a libertine. Carnal indulgence and erotic adventures are over. She convinces herself she can live out the rest of her life working in her family’s Apothecary and learn to accept her lover’s dismissal. She can live a quiet, peaceful existence. Or so she thought. But when she’s unwillingly caught up in a past lover’s life, she becomes a pawn between two bitter enemies and finds herself accused of murder—blackmailed and forced to ruin a man she once loved. Now there’s only one man she can turn to. The one man she left behind.

This time he will demand her submission… 

Stephen Drake lost Rebecca long ago. Back then he was too young to keep a woman like her. Now, a spy for the Crown, he has power, funds, a title, and he’s been assigned to follow Rebecca. But thoughts of his mission fade to the background as passion flares and Rebecca flames his dominant side— a darkly erotic side he’s fought to keep hidden, one that she enjoys. Determined to protect her, Stephen takes her into hiding where they spend the nights entwined in passion. But as danger surrounds them, the two lovers must face secrets that could destroy them and the fragile trust they’ve built.



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5 comments:

  1. White Christmas by Bing Crosby will always be my top song. Christmas carol is O Come All Ye Faithful ... love to sing that one!

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  2. My favorite is Blue Christmas with Elvis *happy sigh* Love this time of year!
    Thanks for the giveaway & Happy Friday!
    //Linda

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  3. Lady Antebellum - "The First Noel", such a pure voice!

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  4. I do not like holiday songs. I am just not a fan.

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  5. Merry Christmas From The Family by Robert Earl Keen

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