I'd like to share a recent five star review for The Delicate Matter of Lady Blayne:
"When I picked this book up it didn't take me long to get into it and it didn't take me long to finish either because I struggled to put it down. I felt like I was back in time and living the life of Catriona...I found it very easy to understand what she was feeling. Natasha has yet again created another main man which I found so easily to fall in love with...
THIS BOOK WAS SIMPLY AMAZING." from Satin's Bookish Corner
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Catriona, Lady Blayne is recovering from a most delicate situation. Driven to the brink of madness by love for her late husband, a young man too ill to meet the demands of the marriage bed, she teeters on the brink of scandal. Now she must face the carnal temptation personified by her husband’s cousin and heir, James, the new Lord Blayne. His sensual appeal, contrasted with his iron will and stern self-mastery fascinates her. She can’t help but ask: what if sensual indulgence is the only way out of her darkness? However, she is not free to explore the idea. There are those who seek to control the young widow, keeping her imprisoned through emotional manipulation and physical coercion. With her growing restlessness, the very people she loves and trusts the most are becoming an increasing danger to her sanity and safety.
James is determined to protect Catriona—but he will not soften to her again. She rejected him once and James can’t risk losing his heart a second time. As heir to the Blayne baronetcy, he must marry a woman socially and politically appropriate. Such a scandalously self-indulgent lady as Catriona won’t do. Yet the pretty girl he once knew has grown into a beautiful, curvaceous woman that is every man’s dream.
Erotic Romance; Regency Historical; Elements of Sensual Domination, Spanking and Light Bondage; Rubenesque Heroine; Character-Driven Story with Angst and Strong Internal Conflicts; Standalone Long Novel.
Reader Advisory: The characters discuss issues of abuse which took place in the heroine's backstory. Frank sexual language & period appropriate sexual slang and general bedchamber naughtiness.
Excerpt from The Delicate Matter of Lady Blayne ~
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Still holding one wrist, James rolled Sunny onto her back and flung a leg over hers, locking her into place.
She tried to resist him again but she was growing tired, her struggling becoming more like flailing.
And the maddening thing was, he simply watched her.
Watched her fight, watched her grow weaker.
Eventually, she went limp in his arms. Exhausted.
“What the devil, Sunny?”
“Let me go!”
“You want to go?” he asked, as though she hadn’t just spoken clear English.
He regarded her seriously. “I don’t think I should let you go. At least not quite yet.”
She swallowed hard, trying to think of what to do or say.
“What are you about here, Sunny?”
He spoke in that same calm, serious tone he always did. Yet, now there was a hard edge beneath the calm.
Her mouth went even drier and she swallowed once more, delaying her response. Her racing heart was slowing.
Well, what the devil had just happened? Dizziness overcame her as she frowned, confused.
She’d come here to do what?
She hadn’t expected his resistance. She certainly hadn’t expected his aggressive response. She had become frightened.
No, she had become frightened of her feelings toward him.
Just as when she’d been a girl. She ought not to have run away from him that night in the garden, so long ago. She ought to have allowed James to seduce her. They would have had to get married then, wouldn’t they? It wouldn’t have been her fault?
No, Freddy needed me.
And you let him down.
She frowned. That was the past and the past was set in stone. All her sins and failures were set in stone.
But the lesson is don’t be a ninny! Don’t run, seduce him!
How did women tempt gentlemen? Surely gentlemen had more refined tastes than commoners did.
Certainly kissing him and thrusting her hand down his trews and stroking his manly parts hadn’t worked. Yes, it had given him an erection—and what an erection! But it hadn’t placed her any closer to attaining her goal, either.
What else should she do? How did one seduce a Rock of Gibraltar?
“You’re drunk,” he said.
“No, no, I am not.”
“Just how much did you have to drink?”
Again, she heard the incredulousness in his voice.
She reached up with her free hand, intending to stroke the side of his face. To make an appeal.
He seized her wrist. “There’ll be no more of that.”
Hurt blossomed in her chest. Did he not trust her? “No, do no’ deny me. Take me. Make me yours.”
He was giving her the oddest look. “I think you said you’d like me to take you?” His frown deepened. “Bed you?”
She nodded avidly. “Yes, yes…oh, please, yes.”
He stared at her. Oh, his expression! As though she’d suddenly sprouted horns. Did she repulse him that much?
She wriggled against the coverlet, the contact making her aware of the lingering sting on her buttocks.
He had actually spanked her!
Why had he been so intent on detaining her if he hadn’t wanted what she had offered him?
He laughed softly.
“You think it is amusing?” she asked. Shame burnt into her.
He brushed the hair off the side of her neck then and traced a fingertip along the cord down to her collarbone. “I didn’t think I needed to lock my door against you, Sunny.”
How cruel and mocking he was! She had never known this cruel side to him.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her neck. The soft-firm touch of his mouth sent shivers through her. Making her nipples tighten.
Making her more confused than ever.
“You don’t really want this,” he said.
His assured tone puzzled her. Hadn’t she come here naked to his bed? What man would ask himself aught beyond that? “I do, I do,” she said.
“Much as I’d love to oblige you, my lady, you’re too foxed to know what you are doing.” He kissed her nape again, this time opening his mouth. Heated breath blew on her flesh, and then the slight bite of teeth.
Wild shivers of pleasure chased down to her belly, tightening her nipples all the more and sending gooseflesh all over her body.
Despite the kindness in his voice, he had been teasing her. Mocking her. How foolish of her to have come here.
To have thought he might still want her.
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RELEASING JUNE 12, 2015