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Authors: Natasha Blackthorne

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Perilous Risk

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Perilous Risk

©Copyright Natasha Blackthorne 2014

Edited by Jon Rauch

Kindle Edition

Cover Art by Erin Dameron-Hill Graphics Copyright July 2104

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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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This e-book contains explicit erotic scenes and graphic sexual language. Some readers may consider such content offensive. It is intended for sale to adults ONLY, as defined by the laws of the country and/or state where this e-book was purchased. Please store your files where minors cannot access them.

DISCLAIMER: Natasha Blackthorne writes romantic fiction for entertainment purposes only. Please do not attempt to use this book as a “how-to” book for any topic. Her works are not meant to be guides or representations of modern BDSM practices or lifestyles. Please seek the guidance of an experienced practitioner and/or your personal physician before trying any new sexual practice. The author, Natasha Blackthorne, will not be responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from use of the information contained in any of her titles.

Perilous Risk
is published with British spelling.

Books by Natasha Blackthorne

Waltz of Seduction ( a short novella, light bondage)

Her Mystery Duke (Light BDSM)

His Harlot: A Midsummer’s Sin (A novella)

Regency Risks Series (Erotic Regency Romance, Light BDSM)

A Measured Risk

Trust Me

Perilous Risk

The Wild, Wicked and Wanton Series (American Regency Era Erotic Romance)

Grey’s Lady (A novella & prequel)

White Lace and Promises

Alex’s Angel

Emily’s Seduction


Thank you to all of my readers who purchase my works and enable me to keep on writing. Thank you to my friends on Facebook who offer me daily, generous emotional support.

Thank you to Carol and Deanna for beta reading
Perilous Risk

Thank you to my editor, Jon Rauch.

Special thanks to Alvania Scarborough.

All my love and gratitude to my husband, the first person who truly believed in my writing.

Dear Readers,

Perilous Risk
is a romance that contains elements of light BDSM. This book contains anal sex, spanking, light bondage, D/s themes.

This is a work of historical fiction, it contains arcane beliefs, especially those concerning relations between men and women, marriage and medicine. As a work of historical erotic romance, it is also not intended to portray modern BDSM or D/s lifestyles.

Regency Risks, Book Three

Perilous Risk


Natasha Blackthorne


August 1818

(One year before the Earl of Ruel met Lady Cranfield)

The sound of boots on the garden stones sent a jolt through her heart. Panting, she picked up her skirts and ran faster.

“Rebecca!” The deep, slightly hoarse voice echoed in the garden.

She came to the garden wall and stopped and turned to face her pursuer. He had cornered her, just moments before, on the terrace. Oh, she had run deeper into the garden to escape.

But there was no escape from her own feelings. The scent of rain and wet earth still hung in the air. Her kid leather soles slipped and she was forced to slow her pace.

He closed the distance between them quickly. “Rebecca.”

She put her hands up. ”No, no.”

“No?” Just the right amount of annoyed authority in his voice sent a swooning sensation through her. She drank in the sight of his visage.

With strong cheekbones balanced by a square jaw, his face was a portrait of simple masculine elegance. A thick forelock fell over his brow, straight and glossy as polished ebony.

Her knees weakening, she backed up until she could go no further. Cool dampness from the stone wall seeped through the thin fabric of her gown. “You must promise to behave yourself this time.”

“No promises.” His soft, slightly hoarse tone was underlain by pure steel.

“Ha!” she gasped, her heart fluttering wildly. She should run.

She really should.

“Rebecca.” He leant in close. His eyes were dark blue as midnight and they burnt into hers. He seemed so familiar, their connection felt oddly more intimate than any she’d ever known. And yet he was now as much a stranger as though they had just met. She’d known a shy, quiet boy. The man was a mystery.

A very determined mysterious man.

Her heart began to beat harder and harder. She stared at his mouth, full, sensual yet firm. Intense longing swept through her and her legs went so limp she would have collapsed, she was sure, if not for the wall at her back holding her up. Her arms went slack and her hands dropped from his chest.

He swooped down closer.

She turned away just in time.

His lips brushed her ear. “Come away with me.”

She laughed nervously. Tingles erupted in her belly. “Stop jesting.”

“I am not jesting.”

The tingles intensified. “Don’t be silly. W-we barely know each other.”

“I know you.” His breath blew warmly over her ear. Her nipples tightened and she suppressed a shiver. “That was years ago, Stephen.”

“I know how you make me feel.” He spoke softly. Calmly. Yet the passion underneath the calm seemed to vibrate inside her belly.

“Oh don’t—”

“I want you. Only you.”

“Please don’t.”

“Come away with me, tonight. I’ll be good to you.”

That sense of his passion vibrating increased. An answering quickening in her blood sent a quiver of fear tingling down her spine into her toes. She had never known temptation like this. Her mouth grew dry at that realization. “Please…

“I am perfectly serious.”

“I am beginning to fear you are.” She struggled to keep her tone light but it echoed breathlessly in her ears.

He caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers, the smooth coolness of his kid glove unbearably sensual. “Was I not supposed to be serious? Was I supposed to engage in a light flirtation and leave it at that?”



“I have a protector. I told you that.” She spoke firmly, as much to herself as to him. It was becoming increasing hard to think clearly. To remember why she should resist Stephen’s ardour. “Rebecca,” he groaned and the feel of his breath blowing on her neck grew warmer as he bent closer.

Longing like she’d never known beat through her. If she stayed even a fraction of a second more, she’d be pressing herself to that tall, lean body. And then she’d prove herself nothing more than the faithless woman others had accused her of being before. And she’d risk losing the regard and trust of the dearest friend, the best protector in the whole wide world. Real terror at the depth of her conflicted emotions pounded in her heart. She cried out and pushed Stephen away.

And ran.

* * * *

“Imagine what it was like, the moment the horse broke through that carriage wall and he knew death was close.” Mr David Kean’s eyes shone with a certain salacious pleasure.

Rebecca Howland swallowed against a small wave of nausea. Yes, the Earl of Cranfield had recently been slain in a ghastly accident. All of Society was agog with the talk of how the carriage horse had crushed his skull. The matter was putting a dreadful pall over the whole hunting season. Cranfield had been a cheerful, charming and, yes, quite handsome young man. Rebecca shivered. It didn’t bear thinking about.

Yet it wasn’t only the image of young Cranfield, dying all alone in the cold and dark and rain, that first put her nerves on edge this evening.

I want you. Only you.
Come away with me, tonight. I’ll be good to you.

Though hours had passed since the interlude in the garden, she could still feel his mouth, hot and impassioned, brushing her ear as she had turned away, just at the last moment before his lips had touched hers.
Come away with me, tonight. I’ll be good to you.

Now not even the low rumble of masculine voices in the large parlour being used as a card room couldn’t dispel the lingering sense of intimate connection. She knew those mysterious dark eyes were still staring at her, the feeling was as strong as a physical touch. Her knees were yet quite weak and she was grateful for the wall that held her up. Goodness. It wasn’t as though a man had never made overtures to her. Why was she acting like such a ninny over this particular incident?

“Imagine how it must have felt, trapped there, listening to the screams of the horse.” Kean’s voice quavered with exaggerated horror.

She hugged her shoulders and suppressed a shiver. Devil take her! This conversation was doing nothing for her already jagged-edged nerves.

“Oh please.” She smiled in an attempt to soften her words, but her voice trembled. “Can we please speak of anything else but that poor boy?”

“Well, I am sorry, Rebecca.” Kean sat up straighter on the settee then crossed one leg over the other and laced his hands over his knee. “It’s just so horrifically fascinating.”

“That’s enough.” The command held an undertone of irritation. Jonathon Lloyd, the Earl of Ruel, sat back in his wingchair and the tip of his cigar glowed as he drew on it.

He had just arrived at Eastwood Place, having come from Cranfield’s funeral. With his pale ash-blond hair contrasting against his black suit, he looked magnificent. Rebecca attempted to focus on his masculine beauty, but even that couldn’t bring her ease. Couldn’t clear the guilty feeling from her heart.

“I can’t get the images out of my mind.” Kean shook his head. “They said his skull was shattered. His brains must hav—”

“Shut your mouth.” Jon’s tone was harsh as ground glass. “Before I plant my fist in it.”

Kean gaped at him and spread a hand over his frothy white jabot. “Pardon me?”

“There’s a woman present and she’s asked you to stop recounting each and every ghastly detail.” Jon flicked the ashes from the tip of his cigar. “God knows we’ve all heard enough. People seem incapable of speaking of anything else.”

Kean blinked a few times and then he grinned. “Was the widow pretty, at least?”

“I don’t know.” Jon frowned as he drew on the cigar. “I didn’t see her.”

Rebecca’s skin prickled with the sense of his rising irritation.

Kean chuckled. “You passed having a first chance at a new widow?”

Jon flashed Kean a censuring look. “She’s quite young, not even twenty-five yet.” Jon adamantly avoided pursing any woman more than three years younger than himself. “And I literally did not see her. I am told she has taken to her bed, prostrate with grief.”

“Has she really?” Kean’s voice rang with pleasurable anticipation. “Do tell more.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” Jon said.

Kean frowned with exaggerated frustration. “Damn, I had hoped to learn something of her. No one seems to know much about her except that her mother was the daughter of a Spanish merchant.”

Jon held up a forestalling hand. “I have just spent three dreary days at Whitecross Hall, for Richard’s sake, and I’ve had enough morbid speculation.”

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