Hello Everyone,
My release party for Waltz of Seduction will be Tuesday evening, 7-8 PM EST in the Historical Harlots group on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/2102138599813601/
My release party for Waltz of Seduction will be Tuesday evening, 7-8 PM EST in the Historical Harlots group on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/2102138599813601/
Please join me if you're able. I'd love to see you there.
It all started with a daring red ball gown…
Shy
common-born Sara wants to seduce her husband. Her handsome, noble-born husband wants only to teach her how to waltz. But who knew a
waltz could be so naughty?
Lord Lockhart loves his new bride. Yet he also knows that a gentleman
doesn't inflict his passionate desires on a wife. The marriage bed is
for begetting heirs, not animal lust. No matter how much he desires his
wife.
But under Lady Lockhart's shyness is a determination to tempt her handsome husband, to satisfy them both and spend every night together in her bed.
But under Lady Lockhart's shyness is a determination to tempt her handsome husband, to satisfy them both and spend every night together in her bed.
Innocent waltzing lessons in their chambers soon become
passionate, and may lead the newlyweds to overcome their preconceptions
and learn to be lovers, as well as man and wife.
A Message from Natasha Blackthorne:
Dear Readers,
On May 20, 2011, I made my debut as a published author with Waltz of Seduction through Ellora’s Cave under their Quickies® line. Now I am re-releasing this short novella. I hope you enjoy this short story for what it is, a snapshot of one moment of time between a young misinformed husband and an innocent and shy but eager young wife. The heat level is Scorching Hot Romance and it contains some sensual bondage.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Waltz of Seduction
Copyright © 2011 Natasha Blackthorne
Waltz of Seduction
Copyright © 2011 Natasha Blackthorne
Alarm accelerated her heartbeat and she glanced up at him. "What are you doing?"
"Trust me." He moved behind her and took both her hands. She felt him tugging and pulling.
Then he faced her. "Now we try again."
She pulled at her hands. She couldn’t move them. He had bound them together. "Colin?"
He came back to face her and clasped the sides of her waist, holding her firmly. "I will not let you fall. Do you trust me?"
"I suppose," she replied. But she worried about his state of mind. He did seem a little foxed.
He began to move, slowly. She stared down at her feet.
"Stop counting the steps." He pointed at his face. "Look me in the eyes. Feel this in your body, not your head. Trust me."
Her feet wouldn’t obey.
"In my eyes," he said.
She took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on this mysterious thing he seemed to think she would see in his eyes. He smiled at her and then she did feel something in her belly. A gushy sensation that did nothing to steady her balance. She returned his smile. He was certainly more handsome than her dancing master had been. More graceful as well. They finished the dance with a few trips and stops. Then mercifully, it was over.
They rested a moment.
"I think I have it, will you untie me now?"
"Oh no, my Lady Lockhart. That was just practice. If you trip this time, you shall owe me two waltzes at that ball."
It was an unfair edict. She felt helpless as a marionette in his arms. She didn’t know how she was expected to keep her balance.
After a time, his steady blue gaze transfixed her. She forgot about her feet and just followed him. He was right, there was something in the stomach. A feeling of connection between what she saw in his eyes and how her feet seemed to move in tune with his as if by magic. He twirled her faster and faster until she was laughing and trying to catch her breath. He slowed down and bent his mouth to her ear.
"This is waltzing. And you dance beautifully when you forget yourself." His husky voice sent shivers though her.
His lips touched hers. His tongue caressed her lower lip in feathery strokes. Her lips parted of their own volition and his tongue swept into her mouth. Hot, wet and wine tinged.
Dear sweet heaven.
He had never kissed her like this. She wanted to embrace him but he didn’t seem in a hurry to release her from her bonds. Maybe she should ask. But then, Priscilla said men didn’t like to be directed in the bedchamber.
"Trust me." He moved behind her and took both her hands. She felt him tugging and pulling.
Then he faced her. "Now we try again."
She pulled at her hands. She couldn’t move them. He had bound them together. "Colin?"
He came back to face her and clasped the sides of her waist, holding her firmly. "I will not let you fall. Do you trust me?"
"I suppose," she replied. But she worried about his state of mind. He did seem a little foxed.
He began to move, slowly. She stared down at her feet.
"Stop counting the steps." He pointed at his face. "Look me in the eyes. Feel this in your body, not your head. Trust me."
Her feet wouldn’t obey.
"In my eyes," he said.
She took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on this mysterious thing he seemed to think she would see in his eyes. He smiled at her and then she did feel something in her belly. A gushy sensation that did nothing to steady her balance. She returned his smile. He was certainly more handsome than her dancing master had been. More graceful as well. They finished the dance with a few trips and stops. Then mercifully, it was over.
They rested a moment.
"I think I have it, will you untie me now?"
"Oh no, my Lady Lockhart. That was just practice. If you trip this time, you shall owe me two waltzes at that ball."
It was an unfair edict. She felt helpless as a marionette in his arms. She didn’t know how she was expected to keep her balance.
After a time, his steady blue gaze transfixed her. She forgot about her feet and just followed him. He was right, there was something in the stomach. A feeling of connection between what she saw in his eyes and how her feet seemed to move in tune with his as if by magic. He twirled her faster and faster until she was laughing and trying to catch her breath. He slowed down and bent his mouth to her ear.
"This is waltzing. And you dance beautifully when you forget yourself." His husky voice sent shivers though her.
His lips touched hers. His tongue caressed her lower lip in feathery strokes. Her lips parted of their own volition and his tongue swept into her mouth. Hot, wet and wine tinged.
Dear sweet heaven.
He had never kissed her like this. She wanted to embrace him but he didn’t seem in a hurry to release her from her bonds. Maybe she should ask. But then, Priscilla said men didn’t like to be directed in the bedchamber.
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About the Author
Natasha Blackthorne writes Scorching Hot 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 strong, dominant heroes heroes to the point of no
return.
Natasha holds a B.A. in History, loves reading, cats and music.
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