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(Capture) Fantasy Surrender by Lori King
(Sensory Deprivation) Deprived by Jordan Ashley
(Bondage) Binding Her To Him by TL Reeve
(Impact Play) Sizzle by McKinlay Thomson
(Medical Play) Electric by: CP Mandara
(Daddy Dom) Professor Knows Best by Juliet Braddock
(Corporal Punishment) Beauty and the Badass by Lucy Felthouse
(Orgasm Control) Secrets & Lies by Serena Akeroyd
(Fire Play) Kaise by Jade Belfry
(Pet Play) Club Menage:Fifi by: Tara Crescent
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Erotic Romance set in Regency Era America with heroines who are Wild, Wicked and Wanton.
Here’s a sneak peek of what you’ll get.
She wanted just one naughty carriage ride…
Beth McConnell has a secret. Sometimes in the afternoons, she escapes the drudgery of her family’s shop and seduces wealthy gentlemen. One encounter is all Beth allows. She must leave them burning.
When she boldly seduces Grey Sexton, a powerful shipping magnate, Beth finds his ice-over-fire combination of ironclad self-control and sensual indulgence too tempting to resist. Surely, one or two more clandestine trysts wouldn’t hurt?
But Grey Sexton demands more. His possessive determination to own her, body and soul, threatens to expose her erotic life. To give into his demands means losing her good name and her place in her brother’s home…everything she holds dear. She must turn away, for she knows that a poor girl can never afford to trust her heart to a gentleman.
Reader Advisory: Grey’s Lady is an erotic / hot historical romance. It contains scenes of frequent, explicit sex and graphic sexual language. It contains a non-traditional romance plot and an unconventional heroine.
White Lace and Promises
New York Merchant Prince Grey Sexton loves the audacious, spirited young temptress who seduced him in a Philadelphia bookseller’s and made passionate love to him in his carriage. Her fiery nature broke through his cold self-protection.
Beth McConnell loves her husband-to-be very much, yet she wonders if she will ever be able to present herself as the respectable lady he needs for his wife.
What started out as a secret, tumultuous affair has blossomed into something neither of them can live without. But under the strains created by the differences in their social rank, they begin to have serious doubts about the future. And dark secrets from their past threaten to tear them apart.
Can their love prevail?
Reader Advisory: Erotic Romance, graphic sexual content, frank sexual slang.
In the wake of a devastating epidemic, sheltered Emily Eliot finds herself alone, making her own decisions for the first time. When desperation leads her to sell her virtue, she walks straight into trouble.
Enter one gorgeous, golden haired gentleman bent on protecting her.
Alexander Dalton came to the Blue Duck Tavern seeking to lose himself in sexual pleasure. But when he saw the delicate and vulnerable young woman, he couldn’t turn away.
Emily is alarmed by her own intense responses as this charismatic and carnal man introduces her to erotic pleasure. Having lived as a virtual prisoner of her grandmother’s suffocating manipulation, Emily bridles under Alex’s possessive, protectiveness. And Alex’s charming smile hides a dark secret that could destroy their chance at happiness.
Reader Advisory: Erotic romance, graphic sexual content, frank sexual slang, sensual spanking.
Book Four in the Wild, Wicked and Wanton Series
Love is the most seductive sacrifice of all. Before he can share his deepest, darkest secrets with her, he has to show her what seduction truly means.
For the first time in a long time, Alex is genuinely happy. He’s found a woman he can love. Now he wants only to enjoy his life. But the past won’t let him go. His dark secrets threaten to engulf him. Yet how can he tell his innocent fiancée about the horrific things he’s experienced?
Emily finds herself locked in a battle with the darkness that appears to hold Alex captive. As he reveals more of his inner torment, as he seduces her into carnal decadence, she wonders who is this man she’s so desperately in love with.
Can their love survive this intense journey of erotic exploration, shocking revelations and unsettling discoveries?
*** Reader Advisory ***
Emily’s Seduction is an Erotic / Hot Historical Romance and contains frequent scenes of explicit sex and uses graphic language. Emily’s Seduction also features sensual spanking, toys, voyeurism and one scene of ménage MfM. The characters discuss backstory issues of abuse, slavery and violence.
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About Natasha Blackthorne
Natasha Blackthorne writes hot & sensual Erotic Historical Romance where deeply flawed characters find love & trust. Her stories are most frequently about the intimate journey of the characters as they learn to open their hearts to love.
Natasha’s heroines are not perfect ladies. They are wildflowers and wallflowers who flirt with the forbidden. Whether they are bold or shy, these heroines’ strong desires and deep emotions drive the plot and drive their heroes to the point of no return. Natasha’s heroes are strong and dominant and live their lives with strength and purpose. They support their women in everything.
Natasha holds a B.A. in History, loves reading, cats and music. Readers are welcomed to Friend her on Facebook where she is most socially active online.
When I published my first erotic romance Luke & Bella: Two Streets Over in early June, I had no idea what I was doing. I’ve learned a lot as I’ve gone along and now that my exclusivity agreement with Amazon has expired, I’m releasing a new and improved version through Draft2Digital on September 15. It’s still available on Amazon. And it’s available for pre-order on Nook, iTunes, and Kobo.
If you’re looking for a smart, sexy adventure, take a look at Luke & Bella: Two Streets Over. And thanks for supporting Indie Authors.
Once upon a time, I wrote and posted chapters of Luke & Bella on this blog serially, one chapter at a time. In June, I independently published my first spicy romantic novel, Luke & Bella: Two Streets Over, on Kindle Direct Publishing and removed the chapters from WordPress.
It’s been getting 5 Star Reviews on Amazon and Goodreads. Here’s what people are saying.
- “A sensual story with magnetic characters…”
- “The inconspicuous cover hides how hot this book got and I must say i wasn’t expecting such a sweet and spicy romance.“
- “This story is as cool as it is hot…Very cool…. As for hot – well it gets kind of steamy (smile).”
It’s a hot read for a hot summer. Check it out! It’s even available for FREE with Kindle Unlimited. And thank you for supporting Indie Authors.
We’ll call this edition of Watch This Space a shameless plug.
I’m beginning to believe that writers are a completely neurotic lot. When I was writing Luke & Bella: Two Streets Over, which by the way currently has four 5 Star Reviews on Amazon, as I saw the end drawing near I began to feel a sense of panic. What would I do when it was finished?
So before I was actually finished writing it, I started a new project that became Rannigan’s Redemption. Now, I’m in the same situation. I see the light at the end of the Rannigan tunnel and I feel that same sense of anxiety.
And I’ve started on what is apparently my next project, tentatively called For Sparrow. It’s an erotic romance with a bdsm flavor. Unlike Luke & Bella and Rannigan, I don’t plan to publish it serially on WP. But I thought I’d float the first chapter just to see what happens. I hope you like it.
For Sparrow by Pandora Spocks
I buried my husband today.
The thought tumbled through Jessi’s mind over and over like clothes in a dryer. Voices around her sounded oddly muted, as though she were underwater. Occasionally, someone would touch her, a simple grasping of her hand, a gentle pat on her shoulder, and the sensation felt like burning embers showering down over her.
Following the graveside service, mourners had gathered at her home. Hers and Graham’s. Only Graham isn’t here. We left him at the cemetery. I buried my husband today.
Food had appeared in her kitchen. Casseroles, desserts, salads. There was even a brisket. An army of women had set up a command post and were making sure guests had plenty to eat and drink. Jessi wondered briefly if there was enough ice for the drinks. Maybe she should ask Graham run to out and get some more. I buried my husband today.
Since that day, her phone hadn’t stopped ringing. Friends and neighbors hadn’t stopped calling and dropping by. “How are you?” “What can we do?” “What do you need?”
Her business partner, Sarah Reid, had been a rock, taking over the events they had scheduled this week, returning calls Jessi didn’t have the strength to deal with. “You take all the time you need, hon,” Sarah had told her. “We’ve got it under control.”
Since that day. “Sparrow, I need to get the oil changed in my car. Why don’t you drive to the mechanic’s and I’ll meet you there? I’ll drop you off at your office and then we can do the reverse this afternoon.”
Jessi had waited at the mechanic’s shop. When an hour had passed, she tried his phone. A stranger answered. “This is Officer Brooks. The owner of this phone has been in an accident. Are you the wife of Graham Crenshaw?”
A police car picked her up and drove her to the hospital. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Crenshaw. It appears your husband suffered a fatal heart attack behind the wheel of his car. When the car hit the utility pole, he was most likely already deceased.” The doctor had an air of resigned sympathy. Jessi wondered how many people he pronounced dead on an average day.
Sarah had met her at the hospital and driven her home. Jessi wasn’t sure how her own car got back to the house. She’d somehow made the calls to Cara and Adam. “Something has happened. Your dad died.”
Cara, age twenty-five, had made her excuses at her job with the Weather Channel and taken the first available flight from Atlanta to West Palm Beach. Adam, age twenty-two, had driven from Orlando where he worked as a video game animator.
Jessi and the kids had gone to the funeral home the following day to make arrangements. “Mrs. Crenshaw, your husband has everything prearranged. You don’t need to worry about a thing, it’s all taken care of. He has requested that he be buried in a navy suit with a white shirt and a blue and red paisley tie. Do you know the things he means?”
Jessi nodded dumbly. What he described was her favorite suit of Graham’s. He always looked so handsome, he’d even worn it when they’d celebrated their anniversary a few months back. He had it all planned out. Why didn’t he mention it?
“We’re just so sorry for your loss.” The statement shook Jessi from her thoughts. It was a neighbor couple from down the street.
“Thank you,” she murmured, not meeting their eyes. She sipped her wine to have something to do and wandered into the kitchen.
“Hey, hon, how are you holding up?” Sarah asked.
Jessi shrugged and gave a weak smile. “I’m okay.”
“Can we get you something to eat?”
Jessi shook her head and headed back to the living room. I buried my husband today.
“Jessica. I was just chatting with your lovely daughter and son,” said Rev. Lyman. “Graham was a good man, taken before his time.” He looked at Jessi with slight reproof. “I hope we’ll be seeing you and your family on Sunday.”
“Maybe, Reverend,” Jessi replied softly. “If you’ll excuse me and my children.”
“Of course. Family has to pull together at a time like this.”
They watched him work his way across the room. “I’m not lovely?” quipped Adam.
Jessi smiled at her son. “You’re lovely to me. And you’re welcome.”
“Do you love the way Rev. Lyman tried to get in a plug for going to church?” commented Cara.
“My personal relationship with God is exactly that. Personal,” replied Jessi. “How are you two doing?”
“It’s hard,” said Adam, his voice breaking.
“I know. You don’t have to stay for all of this. I have no idea when people will decide to leave.”
“I’m here until Friday,” Cara said. “I don’t want to leave you alone to deal.”
Jessi kissed her cheek and then Adam’s. “Thank you both. I love you so much. Your dad loved you, too.” She felt tears forming again. She felt as though she’d cried out her very soul, and yet tears were always near. Cara’s here until Friday. What day is it again?
Cara and Adam moved out to find their friends. Jessi turned to look for a place to sit. She was so weary. She was stopped by a woman she vaguely recognized. “Jessica, I’m Harriet, from church?”
“Oh, yes, Harriet. It was good of you to come.”
“Sweetie, I just want to remind you that Graham is in a better place.” She beamed at Jessi as though her words bequeathed onto her some sort of miracle.
Jessi felt a twitch begin at the corner of her eye. If I don’t get out of here right now, I’m going to scream. “If you’ll excuse me, please,” she murmured, pushing past the woman. She hurried through the kitchen, ignoring Sarah as she called to her, and slipped out the back door.
The lanai and pool deck were blissfully quiet. The sun had set and the lights had come on automatically. She crossed to the far side of the pool and sat on the edge of the spa with her back to the house. Finally alone, she leaned forward with her elbows on her thighs and let the tears flow.
She’d only been there a few minutes when she heard a sound, the scuff of a shoe. She sat up abruptly and whirled around.
“I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to bother you.” The man was tall and muscular, his dark hair cut severely, almost military style, his dark suit cut slim. His brown eyes were soft and sympathetic.
Jessi sniffed and stood, swiping at the tears on her cheeks. “I just needed some air. I buried my husband today.” She looked up at him, shocked. “That’s the first time I said that out loud.”
He smiled kindly. “I’ll leave you alone. I just wanted to say that Graham was a good man. He was my friend and I’ll miss him.”
“Thank you. Did you work with him?”
“No. We were friends. I’m Judd, by the way.”
Jessi nodded. “Thank you for coming, Judd. I’m sure he would have appreciated it.” She began walking back towards the house. Judd fell into step beside her.
“I thought maybe I could come back on Saturday, maybe help you with the lawn,” he said.
Jessi was only half-listening, wondering if Harriet had gotten the hell out of her house yet. “Mm-hmm,” she murmured.
“Alright, Jessi,” he said. “Take care, now.”
She nodded and went to find her children.
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Just for fun, here’s a taste…
Bella Grant checked her trunk again. Three months was a long time. What have I forgotten? She frowned. Don’t be stupid. You can get anything you need. You aren’t going to the Amazon rain forest.
After calling down to the front desk for bell service, she made one last tour of the suite to make sure she wasn’t forgetting anything. Hearing the knock, she opened the door to find the bellman waiting in the hallway. She stepped back and admitted him to the suite. “It’s just these,” waving her hand to indicate her trunk, cosmetic case, and camera bag.
The bellman hesitated when he saw the trunk. Inwardly, Bella smiled. It was huge, a vintage Louis Vuitton steamer trunk that had once belonged to her grandfather. She jokingly referred to it as her ‘big-ass Louis’. Fortunately, the bellman was too well-trained to complain and he managed to get her things on the cart.
Bella didn’t wait, but went ahead and took the elevator to the lobby. Stopping at the desk, she returned her key and checked out. The bill was covered, of course, by the network. Her new employer.
She’d been in television for the last fifteen years, always in local news as a reporter in several places, but most recently as a morning show anchor in Akron. She’d hated Ohio, but had taken the job in order to add ‘Anchor’ to her resume. But this was different.
When she’d seen the posting in the trade magazine, she knew this was the opportunity she’d been waiting for. She’d be hosting a new travel show for TLC. According to the executive producer, Charlie, who’d hired her, she would have carte blanche to do what she wanted. He’d tell her where to go and the rest would be up to her. Fill the time. Make it interesting. Make it unique. Which was just what she intended to do.
The bellman loaded her things into the cab. She thanked him and gave him a generous tip before stepping into the back of the taxi. Her thoughts raced as they made their way through thick Manhattan traffic toward the airport. She didn’t even know where her first assignment would take her. They would find out at the ticket counter.
They. She’d meet her photog at the airport. Her mind wandered there. She didn’t even know his name. What would he be like? Young? Old? Experienced? She was sure Charlie wouldn’t hire someone with no experience.
A small smile played across her face. It wouldn’t suck too badly if he was attractive. Her social life was virtually nonexistent. Who had the time? Still…
Her thoughts came back to the present as the taxi pulled into the Departures lane of the airport. “Which airline, miss?” the driver asked. “Virgin Atlantic,” she replied. He stopped at the appropriate curb. Skycaps jumped into motion unloading her bags. “I’d like them stored please. I need to go to the ticket counter,” she told them.
They handed Bella the luggage receipts and she walked into the terminal.
Sorry, kids, I’ve been working on Canva to create a photo to use to promote my book, Luke & Bella: Two Streets Over, which incidentally is now available on Amazon.
Here it is. Watch for it on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Google+, and Goodreads.
Continuing Luke & Bella’s Watch This Space series…
It’s summer and everybody’s ready for something to read at the beach. I want to talk about a writer who’s work I really admire. Maggie Carpenter writes romantic stories with a BDSM flair, emphasis on spanking. I’ve read so many of her books I feel a bit like a stalker, but when I’m in the mood to read something I know I’m going to enjoy, I head over to Amazon and snag one I haven’t yet read.
Where do I even begin? My first taste was The Strict British Barrister. Brittany Carter books a solo cruise in an attempt to break out of her safe life back home, fantasizing about meeting a tall, dark stranger who’ll sweep her off her feet. Enter Duncan Rhys-Davies, on board to finish writing his latest erotic novel under a pen name, of course, because in his other life, he’s a well respected barrister. This is the first book of a trilogy. Go ahead and buy them all, trust me.
After devouring this trilogy, I dove into the next one, The British Billionaire Bachelor. It had me at the tagline, Every man’s a playboy until he meets the right woman. Real estate agent Belle Somers is tasked with finding the right property for the particular taste of London billionaire Simon Sinclair. Can she show him something he likes, or has he already found the object of his desire?
Next I started on her Cowboys After Dark series. Because is there anything hotter than a cowboy with Dominant tendencies? I think not. My favorite so far has been Book Two in that series, The Cowboy From Down Under. Professional photographer Emma Harrison is sent to Australia on assignment. There she meets handsome Derrick Palmer, wealthy ranch owner and cowboy Dominant. Can two people from opposite ends of the planet find love?
Looking for your next romantic read? Check out Maggie Carpenter.