We'd like to share with you an excerpt from Natasha Blackthorne's upcoming erotic regency romance, TRUST ME. Enjoy!
Trust Me, Regency Risks Series Book Two
Erotic Romance, Regency Historical, Light BDSM, Rubenesque, for adults 18+ only.
Anne and Jon's story began with A Measured Risk, Regency Risks Book One.
From Natasha Blackthorne:
Thank you to Crystal for hosting me today for a book spotlight on my new release: Trust Me. Readers are welcomed to Friend or Subscribe/Follow me at Facebook, where I am most socially active, or at my blog.
Trust Me, Regency Risks Series Book TwoErotic Romance, Regency Historical, Light BDSM, Rubenesque, for adults 18+ only.
Anne and Jon’s story continues.
Is she insane?
All of Mayfair is whispering the question.
Anne Lloyd, the new Countess of Ruel, thought she’d finally begun to heal from having witnessed the terrible death of her first husband. But, from her new husband’s grandmother to his ex-mistresses, doubts about her sanity are all that is on everyone’s lips. What scares her more than the potential social ruin is that even she isn’t sure they aren’t right.
Jonathon Lloyd, the Earl of Ruel, has commanded men on the battlefield and women in the ballrooms and bedchambers with the force of his dominant personality. It tears him apart that he can’t command his wife’s terrors to go away. To top it off, he has to battle his grandmother, as she has no intention of accepting Anne as the new Countess. There are times when it seems to him that the bloody battlefields of Europe and America were easier to navigate than the so-called civilized graces and venues of Society.
There are those who will stop at nothing to tear apart the fragile bond between the newlyweds. Can Lady and Lord Ruel learn to trust each enough to keep their love, and her sanity, intact?
Reader Advisory: Trust Me is an erotic historical romance. It features frequent, graphic descriptions of sexual acts and frank sexual slang from the time period. As a work of historical fiction, it is not meant to be an accurate portrayal of modern BDSM lifestyles or practices. It is also not meant to be an accurate portrayal of modern treatment or recovery from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
An excerpt from Trust Me, Regency Risks, Book Two
Copyright © Natasha Blackthorne, 2014
Jon released his tension in quiet whistle, and then tapped his fingers upon the desktop again.
There was no help for it. They must face this. No one could be allowed to believe that either of them was hiding in shame.
The bed creaked and drew his attention.
Anne had sat up, her black-as-midnight hair tumbled over her shoulders and her dark blue eyes were huge in a face that seemed a bit strained. A catch in his chest caused him to hold his breath.
He glanced back at the letter.
You stupid boy, did you forget yourself and stash your brains in your breeches?
Lady S. tells me that this Lady C. threw herself at your head and made such a spectacle of herself that you will be forced to marry her. Lady W. B. and the Countess of C. both say they believe you are already gone away on your wedding trip. Is that it then? I demand to know! Have you married Lady C.? Please tell me you haven’t wed this hoyden!!!
“It is unfair to be judged solely on such a moment.” Anne's voice was very soft.
“I don’t like it, either. But it is the way our world is arranged. You are a lady and now you are my lady.”
Her shoulders rose and fell with her deep inhalation and then they slumped. “She makes me seem so dreadful.”
He ran a caressing hand over her upper back. “Anne, don’t be distressed. You must trust me to think on what to do. And you mustn’t worry.” He squeezed her hand. “We’ll give lie to the rumours.” He put all the confidence he possessed into his tone. However, he knew Cherry and Maria could be very vindictive. As could his grandmother.
A slight pounding began at Jon’s temples. Was Anne strong enough to face the fire?
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Jon released his tension in quiet whistle, and then tapped his fingers upon the desktop again.
There was no help for it. They must face this. No one could be allowed to believe that either of them was hiding in shame.
The bed creaked and drew his attention.
Anne had sat up, her black-as-midnight hair tumbled over her shoulders and her dark blue eyes were huge in a face that seemed a bit strained. A catch in his chest caused him to hold his breath.
He glanced back at the letter.
You stupid boy, did you forget yourself and stash your brains in your breeches?
Lady S. tells me that this Lady C. threw herself at your head and made such a spectacle of herself that you will be forced to marry her. Lady W. B. and the Countess of C. both say they believe you are already gone away on your wedding trip. Is that it then? I demand to know! Have you married Lady C.? Please tell me you haven’t wed this hoyden!!!
“It is unfair to be judged solely on such a moment.” Anne's voice was very soft.
“I don’t like it, either. But it is the way our world is arranged. You are a lady and now you are my lady.”
Her shoulders rose and fell with her deep inhalation and then they slumped. “She makes me seem so dreadful.”
He ran a caressing hand over her upper back. “Anne, don’t be distressed. You must trust me to think on what to do. And you mustn’t worry.” He squeezed her hand. “We’ll give lie to the rumours.” He put all the confidence he possessed into his tone. However, he knew Cherry and Maria could be very vindictive. As could his grandmother.
A slight pounding began at Jon’s temples. Was Anne strong enough to face the fire?
Anne and Jon's story began with A Measured Risk, Regency Risks Book One.
From Natasha Blackthorne:
Thank you to Crystal for hosting me today for a book spotlight on my new release: Trust Me. Readers are welcomed to Friend or Subscribe/Follow me at Facebook, where I am most socially active, or at my blog.
Hello Crystal,
ReplyDeleteThank you for hosting me today. :)