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Friday, June 13, 2014

Spotlight: A Measured Risk by Natasha Blackthorne (Excerpt + Giveaway)

A Measured Risk (Regency Risks, #1)
On Sale .99 at Amazon and Barnes and Noble
June 13-15, 2014


A MEASURED RISK
By Natasha Blackthorne

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. She longs to be closer to the fascinating Earl of Ruel, as she senses intuitively that he might be able to teach her how to overcome the terrors that hold her in bondage.

And now she’s willing to risk almost anything—her reputation, even her virtue—to find out.

But what Lord Ruel proposes startles her.
When the shy, studious and socially awkward young widow approaches him, Lord Ruel instantly senses she will be the sweetest, most submissive experience of his life—but first he must gain her complete trust. Lord Ruel makes Lady Cranfield 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 Lady Cranfield’s self-defences and show her how to love when he himself has spent his life avoiding that tender trap?

She backed all the way into the bookcase.
“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 talk of 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 rays of the late-afternoon sun played over his pale hair, turning it the colour of winter wheat, all her carefully rehearsed words flew from her mind.
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 breaths 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.
Her heart pounding, 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 been just 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 in 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 off this ruse? 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’s 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."
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25 comments:

  1. wowzers! This sounds fantastic! I look for a good story that flows well and pulls me in. I'm open to pretty much anything :) Haven't hit that ick button yet! Thanks for sharing!

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  2. Natasha BlackthorneJune 13, 2014 at 3:49 PM

    Hello Mary,
    Thank you so much for hosting me today. I hope you're having a wonderful Friday. :)

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  3. Natasha BlackthorneJune 13, 2014 at 3:49 PM

    Hello Erin,
    Thank you for the lovely compliment and for stopping by to check out my post. I hope you have a great weekend. :)

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  4. I love reading about it all so far :D

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  5. I love reading them all :)

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  6. Leslie RodriguezJune 13, 2014 at 4:45 PM

    Love it Love it Love it Love the Alphas, it doesn't have to be bdsm, love historicals as well. My men have to have that domineering touch.

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  7. Sounds like a great read, love those alphas.

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  8. i like all of them the alpha mates are my fav. though densie smith

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  9. The one always not kosher thing for me is cheating on a spouse. Nope. Not something I want to read about.

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  10. This sounded like a good read, so of course I couldn't resist buying it! I enjoy a good erotica romance as long as there's a good story/plot along with the naughty read.

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  11. I want the man to be treating the woman with respect and dignity, regardless of the genre

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  12. I really like the sound of this one. I think I just might need to try this author out and soon!! I do enjoy my alpha males.

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  13. Natasha BlackthorneJune 16, 2014 at 5:35 PM

    Hello Lover of Romance,
    Thank you for checking out my post. I hope you have a great week. :)

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  14. Natasha BlackthorneJune 16, 2014 at 5:37 PM

    Hello DJ,

    I agree with you that respect is important. But sometimes people aren't perfect and they stumble. Hopefully they pick themselves up and make up for less-than-perfect behavior though. Thank you for stopping by. :)

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  15. Natasha BlackthorneJune 16, 2014 at 5:38 PM

    Hello Carol,
    Thank you very much for your support. My plots are usually character-based and rely strongly on internal conflicts. I hope you have a great week. :)

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  16. Natasha BlackthorneJune 16, 2014 at 5:39 PM

    Hello Glenda,
    Thanks for visiting and for your comment. Good luck on the giveaway. :)

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  17. Natasha BlackthorneJune 16, 2014 at 5:40 PM

    Hello Denise,
    Than you very much for stopping by and for your comment. :)

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  18. Natasha BlackthorneJune 16, 2014 at 5:40 PM

    Hello Adaffern,
    Thank you so much for visiting and for entering the contest. :)

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  19. Natasha BlackthorneJune 16, 2014 at 5:41 PM

    Hello Leslie,
    Thank you so much for your comment and good luck on the giveaway. :)

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  20. Natasha BlackthorneJune 16, 2014 at 5:41 PM

    Hello Judy,
    Thanks for your comment. Good luck on the giveaway. :)

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  21. Natasha BlackthorneJune 16, 2014 at 5:42 PM

    Hello Joelle,
    Thank you for visiting and for your input. :)

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  22. I just finished A Measured Risk and I LOVED it. Thank you for writing a tasteful erotica novel. Excellent story, great plot and the "naughty" was fantastic!

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  23. Natasha BlackthorneJune 17, 2014 at 1:22 PM

    Hello Carol,
    Wow, I am so happy that you enjoyed A Measured Risk. Thank you very much for taking a chance on my writing and for the lovely feedback. <3

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  24. I very much enjoy alpha males with a sweet and charming side. My heroines need to have a spine to face them and put them in their place of course and be the only ones that can subdue them.

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  25. Vickie Imacosmetologist CarterJune 29, 2014 at 4:17 PM

    What I'm looking for in an erotic romance truly depends on my mood. I may even shift away from erotic to YA to crime.

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