Thursday, July 26, 2012

Event: Tie Me Up in July with Natasha Blackthorne (Guest Post/Giveaway)

Welcome back! Today I would like to give a warm welcome to erotic romance author, Natasha Blackthorne, who is joining us with her juicy new erotic regency books! 

My erotic regency short story Waltz of Seduction is about a newly married couple that have been engaging in a very restricted sexual life. The husband, due to a past, painful experience, believes a gentleman shouldn’t make passionate sexual demands on a wife. When they have been married approximately nine months, they accidentally fall into practicing bondage. As a result, they find each other.

A Measured Risk is a different type of story. This is an erotic English Regency romance, which contains themes of D/s and BDSM. The hero in this story knows what he wants and isn’t hesitant to make demands.

Shy, bookish Anne Bourchier, the dowager Countess of Cranfield, finds herself imprisoned by a deep emotional trauma. This trauma developed because her husband was killed while being held in her arms during a carriage accident. She survived the accident but the emotional trauma is slowly killing her inside.

She isn’t the typical English Regency noblewoman. Her priorities and perspectives are different. She has no use for society life. She never really completely understood all the rules and rituals. Emotionally neglected by her parents, she was raised in seclusion in the Irish countryside with only servants to watch over her. As a result, she’s rather socially awkward and reclusive. Subsequent disappointment in her marriage only made matters worse and she hides her feelings to protect herself. She’d rather spend her time with philosophy books and theories. Theories are safe and will never be inconsistent or disappoint her like people have.

When her late husband’s cousin comes home for the hunting season, she suddenly finds her private world invaded by a loud, fast crowd that pushes the limits of what is considered scandalous. Anne has been relegated to the position of an unwanted relic. She’s about to meet Jonathon Lloyd, the fascinating, virile, brave Earl of Ruel. He’s about to show her a whole new word of wickedly sensual experiences, both in bed and out, that she never dreamed existed. In return, he wants something that she never expected, her complete submission. Is she willing to take the risk?

Blurb: Book one in the Regency Risks Series
He is her most dangerous temptation, the only man she has ever trusted and now he is demanding her submission. Dare she take the risk?
Emotionally scarred in the horrific accident that took her husband’s life, Lady Cranfield is imprisoned by her lingering terror of horses and carriages. Lady Cranfield longed to be closer to the fascinating Earl of Ruel. She sensed intuitively that he could teach her how to overcome the terrors that held her in bondage.
And now she’s willing to risk almost anything-her reputation, even her virtue-to find out. But what he proposes startles her.
When the shy, studious and socially awkward young widow approached him, Ruel instantly sensed she would be the sweetest, most submissive experience of a lifetime-if only he can gain her total and complete trust. He makes her a non-negotiable offer. His help in return for her submission and obedience.
But Lady Cranfield grew up neglected by her ducal parents, raised by servants and then later ignored by her handsome, charming husband. She’s learnt to protect her heart at all costs and she trusts no one but herself.
How can the jaded Earl of Ruel break through her self-protective defences and show her how to love when he has spent his lifetime avoiding that tender trap?
Reader Advisory: This is a work of historical fiction, it is not meant to be an accurate portrayal of or guide to how people recover from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It is also not meant to be an accurate portrayal of modern BDSM or D/s lifestyles.
A Measured Risk is a work of Erotic Historical Romance and it uses the graphic language and situations of Erotic Romance. Ebook, approximately 233.


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“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.
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.

Natasha is giving away one PDF copy of A Measured Risk and one PDF copy of Waltz of Seduction to one person. Must be 18 or over to enter, void where prohibited by law. To enter, just leave a comment or question on this post for Natasha and then fill out the rafflecopter below. Additional entries are available but not required. Good luck!
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  1. Why did you run away?
    Because I wanted you to follow.

    Oh my gosh. :) YUM!

  2. Sounds yummy!!! Great excerpt!

  3. Yay!! loved it - GL and best wishes

  4. Lady Cranfield seems so shy and innocent. I can't wait to read this book to see how the Earl deals with her.


  5. Looks like a book I'd enjoy.

  6. What attracts you to Regency time period? This looks like its a great book.

  7. They both sound great! I'm not usually a big fan of historical romance, but this one sounds good! Thanks!

  8. I love historical romances. This goes right up my alley.

  9. Sounds sinful and sexy. Great historical romance. sdylion(at)gmail(dot)com

  10. Loved the excerpt. I've loved reading historical romances since I was young.

    Jlhmass at yahoo dot com

  11. thanks for a great post and giveaway!

  12. Thanks for the giveaway. I would love to read this book. It sounds very good.

  13. Natasha, how did you get interested in regency romance writing?

  14. Absolutely yummy excerpt! Want to read more!!

  15. These aren't grandmas regency romances! Thank goodness :O) Carin

  16. I'm looking forward to this whether I win or not!
    rlawrence110 at yahoo dot com

  17. The books sound great. Thanks for the giveaway.

  18. thank you for the chance at such a great giveaway. i love the cover, it's gorgeous and the excerpt was wonderful. i can't wait to see what happens next.

    tammy ramey

  19. i read the excerpt and i think this ia an interesting story..
    looking forward to read the full book...
    please count me in to ur giveaway...
    thx u..

    chikojubilee at gmail dot com

  20. Awesome excerpt and I love your books!

  21. Love the giveaway and excerpt, =) def. going up on my TBR list!
    Happy Friday!

  22. Oh my gosh! This book sounds so good! Thanks for the giveaway opportunity!


  23. Hello everyone,

    Thank you so much for stopping by to check out my post and for all the lovely compliments on the excerpt. <3

    Books4Me and BooksMaven both asked me what attracted me to/got me interested in writing about the Regency.

    My interest is more broad, I majored in history. I have always concentrated my study on the period from 1700 to 1830 AD. Thank you for the question. :)

  24. This sounds like a story that I'll enjoy. When the hero or heroine has a dark past it gives more reason to cheer them on.

  25. Cool book covers. They look and sound great. would love to read them! thanks for the giveaway!
    BeckyLoves2Read at gmail dot com

  26. Loving these books. Natasha Blackthorne is a new-to-me author but I'm really hoping I win. :)
    Promise to tweet all about them if I do :)

  27. This sounds like a great read. thanks for sharing.


  28. I lookk forward to reading this! Sounds so good.

  29. Great excerpt and I love the cover. Book sounds very exciting. Thx for giveaway.


  30. I did not realize there were so many erotic books out there!

  31. This looks like another one of your great reads! Thanks for sharing the excerpt!


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