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***The Regency Risks Series***

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Copyright © Natasha Blackthorne, 2012, 2013


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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
 

Deepened & Fully Re-edited!

 


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.






"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)

©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.

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1 comment:

  1. This was really interesting. Love hot historicals. Thanks for the giveaway

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