My name is Natasha Blackthorne and I write Erotic Histroical Romance set in England and America, mostly during the 18th and 19th Centuries.
It is such a pleasure to be here with you and the other Bodices and Boudoirs authors. I would like to start with a big thank you to Maria-Claire Payne for organzing this event.
And now let me share a little about by Erotic American Historical novella A Midsummer's Sin.
It is summer time. The days are hot and the nights seem even hotter.
Has sultry weather ever made you think about stripping off all your clothes and having wild, sizzling sex outdoors on a moonlit night?
What if you lived in very religious, restrictive community and giving into temptation was a sin? What if sexual expression outside of marriage was not only a sin but a crime? A crime that was punishable by severe fines or even a brutal public whipping?
Now imagine that temptation also reinforced by love. A love forbidden by one's own internal idealism and loyalty to a previous spouse.
Widowed Goodman Thomas Marlowe is deeply in love with the alluring, incredibly sensual Rosalind Abramson. But he loves her for all the wrong reasons. Once he was a libertine, dedicated to giving and receiving the most decadent physical pleasures. Then he met his late wife and she taught him a purer, pious based love. His newfound faith taught him self-discipline and denial. He is no longer a slave to passionate desires. Now, tempted by Rosalind's charms, he refuses to give in to a carnally based love.
Then late one hot summer's sleepless night, whilst talking a walk in the woods…
Thomas spies his secret love scantily clad, dancing in the moonlight, and everything changes.
Sometimes giving in to temptation is the best thing you can do…
What people are saying about
A Midsummer's Sin:
"One of the things I love about a Natasha Blackthorne historical is her unusual time periods and locations…in this ultra-religious community, their union is strictly forbidden, so each encounter takes place either in the woods or the barn, making this the steamiest of summer sizzlers!" Melissa'sMysteries, Mocha's and More http://mochasmysteriesandmore.blogspot.com/2012/07/a-midsummers-sin.html
"Another mesmorizing take by Natasha Blackthorne
In this new sensual tale she takes you into the world of Thomas and Roslind. The emotion in this wonderful tale finds a place in your heart.
Thomas a widower,a handsome, god loving man with strong beliefs. He loves Rose and tries to fight his intense passion…
Rose, a beautiful, smart, emotionally wounded woman, who loves Thomas ever since he helped her escape her horrid past.
They both secretly love each other. Thomas fighting the passion inside him feeling like its a sin. Rose believing Thomas just thinks shes a harlot.
I loved this sensual tale from beginning to end. Both characters touched my heart. Natasha writes historical erotic romance that sizzles and heat up the pages. Her writing blends together perfectly. The details take you into her world and make you want to stay there. I really enjoyed the religion twist in this wonderful tale.
This story will stay with me for a long time to come. A must read!" D. Sullivan from Goodreads.
"I'm truly hooked on Natasha's works! I've not read much historical in my life, but have read a lot of romance and erotica. She meshes them all into sensual, seductive and touching stories that she has perfected telling …This is a very powerful, short and satisfying read that I recommend to all and any that enjoy a sensually thrilling, historical story."
Ava at Romance Book Junkies Please read the entire review at: http://romancebookjunkies.blogspot.c…39c6745c916663
Goodman Thomas Marlowe needs a wife. He loves his neighbour’s bondswoman Rosalind Abramson but for all the wrong reasons. The carnal passion he feels for her is at odds with his vision of the perfect marriage—something shaped by the memory of the pure, pious union he shared with his late wife. Valiantly, he fights to keep his feelings hidden.
Rosalind yearns for the handsome Goodman Marlowe. Yet beneath his kind action lies a cool distance that tells her he cannot forgive Rosalind’s shameful past. She’s determined to deny an infatuation with a man who will never respect her.
However, Thomas cannot focus on finding a bride while the unsuitable Rosalind is always so close and so alluring. Now he’s about to take a teaching position in another town. It’s the perfect escape for a man tormented by unacceptable desire.
Late one night, in the midst of a summer’s hot spell, Thomas spies Rosalind in the woods, clad only in her shift, dancing in the moonlight. It’s really more than a man celibate for three years can bear. Thomas is in danger of falling into a sin so powerful it threatens to challenge everything he believes in…
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of sensual spanking and issues surrounding previous death and grief. Be warned: This is a short Novella of approx. 64 pages.
By reading any further, you are stating that you are 18 years of age, or over.
If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to stop reading immediately and exit this post.
Copyright © Natasha Blackthorne, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Total-E-Bound.
She was clad in only her shift.
Moonlight illuminated the thin cloth into a shimmering veil. The glowing ivory of her gentle, generous curves, hints of rose-pink nipples, a shadowy triangle between her long, lithesome legs—all teased Thomas’ imagination.
Blood rushed from his head to fill his cock.
Heart thundering, he leaned against the tree. He barely dared to take a steadying breath lest the vision of that girl dancing in the clearing might disappear and prove itself a mere figment of his long-starved lust.
Dear sweet Christ.
Not since his days at Oxford had he seen a woman’s body displayed so wantonly, then only in dimly lit, rented chambers. Never in brilliant moonlight.
The wind calmed. The rustling leaves of the tall trees grew silent. Her laughter carried to him. The sound—so free, so girlish—sent pleasurable shivers through him, sensual and immediate, as if a woman had raked her nails softly down his back. His erection throbbed, getting bigger, stiffer, straining his breeches. Sweating, he grasped himself and gave his aching shaft a firm squeeze.
God. It was more than a man, a widower of over a year, could bear.
More so for Thomas. Physical passion had repulsed his wife. For his beloved Patience’s sake, after the conception of his son, he’d left her in peace. Now he’d been three years without the ease of a woman’s soft, warm body…
That girl—Rosalind Abramson—was everything he craved.
She was within reach.
They were alone.
He wanted to go her. To seize her. To crush that beguiling body against his own.
No! He released his cock and took a deep steadying breath. He’d learned how to master his passions. He was a Puritan now, no longer a libertine.
He would not yield.
He closed his eyes, but all he saw was hair burning like flames in the noon sun. He was taken back to a little over a year previously when he had been riding in a carriage on a seedy London street.
He had been with his family, on his way to board the Abigail for Boston. His son had taken ill from the stench of the docks and had forced the stopping of the vehicle. Thomas stood outside the vehicle, talking with the driver as they’d allowed the interior to air.
He looked up and saw her. Rosalind. She had worn no head covering—her curls had bounced wildly as she’d run towards him. She’d held her skirts—the most garish hue of green he’d ever beheld—high enough to display trim ankles and well-turned calves clad in pale pink silk stockings that gave her legs the appearance of being completely bare. She had lifted her knees and run like a boy. A fine sheen of sweat had sparkled on her flushed face and on the exposed tops of her generous breasts.
Thomas inhaled deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose, willing the memory away. But the image only intensified.
She had increased her pace, though it didn’t seem possible for anyone, much less a woman, to move that quickly.
She’d come upon him so fast and close, he’d thought she meant to crash into him. His man’s body, so starved for the touch of feminine flesh, had longed to feel her body colliding with his. Such desire—it had held him immobile. At the last moment, as she’d turned, bypassing him, her eyes, dark brown and large, had caught his—full of terror—he could feel it reverberate in his own bones… His heart had contracted with sympathy. A whoosh of air, scented with roses and musk, had blown over him as she’d hauled herself into the open carriage.
The carriage where his wife had waited.
The crack of a branch snapped. Drawn into the present , he opened his eyes.
She was still there.
Dancing in the moonlight.
As his neighbour’s bondswoman, Rosalind was always so close, so desirable yet so utterly uninterested in him. She was warm and friendly to others yet she dealt with him differently. She often acted aloof, slightly superior, as if he’d never done her any kindness.
But now she shared all with him, however unwittingly.
They were alone.
A single chance to have her without risk of discovery. There would be no consequences. He need only reach out and take. He inhaled deeply. Dear God, give him the strength to resist…
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Natasha writes emotional, evocative, erotic historical romance featuring non-traditional and unconventional situations. Her stories are most frequently about the internal 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.