Corrected cover! NATASHA BLACKTHORNE~ A MEASURED RISK~Spotlight with giveaway~ *Mature content, 18+*

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A MEASURED RISK
By Natasha Blackthorne

A Measured Risk@ 800-300 dpi high res

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?

 

Erotica Romance ~ Light BDSM ~ Rubenesque / BBW ~ Regency Historical ~ Shy Heroine ~ Novel Length 86,000 Words . Contains graphic erotic descriptions and frank sexual language. As a work of historical romance fiction, A Measured Risk is not intended to be an accurate portrayal of modern BDSM lifestyles.

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About Natasha Blackthorne:

Escape into the past with intensely erotic, emotionally driven love stories. Natasha Blackthorne writes character-focused historical erotica romance featuring strong internal conflicts. Her stories are most frequently about the intimate journey of the characters as they learn to open their hearts to love.

Her heroines are not perfect ladies. They are wildflowers and wallflowers who enjoy flirting with the forbidden. Whether they are bold or shy, her heroines’ strong desires and deep emotions drive the plot and drive their heroes to the point of no return.

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**Mature Content, 18+**

Excerpt from A Measured Risk
©Copyright Natasha Blackthorne 2012, 2013

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. 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 herself 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.
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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Q&A WITH EMILY GREENWOOD, Author of MISCHIEF BY MOONLIGHT…with #Giveaway

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Please help us welcome today’s guest, Emily Greenwood!

Welcome, Emily!! *Waving, grinning and shouting*

Hello, and thank you very much for having me here today to celebrate the release of MISCHIEF BY MOONLIGHT!

MBA&M: Please tell those who may not have read any of your titles, a bit about Emily Greenwood?

EG: I write playful, sexy Regency romances that I hope will make readers smile but also tug on their heartstrings. When I’m not dreaming about the world of country estates and ballrooms and lovers who don’t realize how perfect they are for each other, I’m running to the grocery store, driving one of my daughters to a lesson or practice, racking my brain for something to serve for dinner, cleaning the guinea pig cage, etc.

MBA&M: What drew you to write Historical Romance?

EG: I love the classic novels of the nineteenth century, like those of Jane Austen and Charlotte Bronte, and when I discovered romance novels set in England in the 1800s, I started reading them by the bagful. I love that today’s historical romances include all the things contemporary authors didn’t or couldn’t write about at the time, like the deep exploration of feelings, and kissing, LOL. As for the Regency era in particular, it offers plenty of opportunity for drama because of all the societal rules—what could be more fun than finding ways to break them?

MBA&M: Why a tale of Regency Mischief?

EG: The Regency is the perfect setting for mischief! It was a time when people celebrated wit, which is a great partner for mischief. Also, when writing the Mischief stories, I thought today’s readers would be more willing to believe historical characters would get caught up in the shenanigans in the stories, like the love potion in MISCHIEF BY MOONLIGHT, and the possibly haunted sheep that are scaring some of the townspeople in GENTLEMEN PREFER MISCHIEF.

MBA&M: How many stories will be in the “Regency Mischief” series?

EG: There are three stories in the series, which run in this order: A LITTLE NIGHT MISCHIEF, GENTLEMEN PREFER MISCHIEF, and finally, MISCHIEF BY MOONLIGHT.

MBA&M: Why do you write tales which are witty, light-hearted, and engaging?

EG: Romantic comedies are my favorite kind of story. Life can be full of heavy burdens, sorrows, and anxieties, and I need a vacation from all that sometimes. Also, I love stories that follow characters as they change to let more love into their lives—what could be more important?

MBA&M: How do you prioritize your day?

EG: After the kids have been seen off to school, I settle down for three or four hours of writing. After about four hours at the computer, I really start to peter out in what I’m bringing to a story, so I take a break to run errands or get some exercise. Once my kids get home from school, there’s way too much going on for me to get much writing done –unless I’m under some kind of desperate deadline 

 

Thank you, Emily, for taking a few moments out of your busy schedule to visit with us and our readers today!

 

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Author Bio: Emily Greenwood worked for a number of years as a writer, crafting newsletters and fundraising brochures, but she far prefers writing playful love stories set in Regency England, and she thinks romance is the chocolate of literature. A Golden Heart finalist, she lives in Maryland with her husband and two children.

-Author website: http://emilygreenwood.net/

-Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Emily-Greenwood/365744720128570

-Twitter: https://twitter.com/emigreenwood

 

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