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A Variety of Chains -
Paranormal erotic romance
by Christine Blackthorn (@CBlackthorn)
Blurb:
Kathryn
McCulsky is an ErGer – a rare and highly prized individual in the supernatural
world.
She
has spent her life running and hiding, but circumstances have changed and the
only way to protect her family is to hand herself over to the Vampire Lord of
London to face slavery or death.
Lucian
Neben runs his London court with a stern but fair hand, but political pressures
are building from both the human and fey worlds, and taking possession of an
ErGer would cement his position of power.
Kathryn
is vulnerable and broken almost beyond repair, but she holds in her hands the
one treasure Lucian desperately wants – the possibility of home and family.
Can
he teach her to open herself up; to choose to life, and him, before reality
forces him to take her freedom?
Pre-order links:
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/29UKrUc
Note: A Variety of Chains will be
available through all main online bookstores in print and digital on the 20th
of August.
Excerpt:
It was inevitable where this evening
was going to lead. For an ErGer to bond, the mind needed to be broken open as
only sex could – and her own body would force it soon enough.
"Pick up the wine and take a sip," he said.
"I don't drink," she replied.
His eyes remained expressionless, as was his voice
when he spoke again. "It was not a request."
Absolute obedience for the safety of the girls.
She reached for the glass and took a small sip. As she
tried to put it back down, his hands tightened on her waist and brought her
attention back to him mid-movement.
"I am thirsty, too."
She offered him the glass, but he shook his head.
"My hands are full."
To illustrate this fact he began to trace little half
circles over her belly with his thumbs. She tried to offer the glass to his
lips but he shook his head again.
"Not like that." There was a hint of
amusement in his eyes and a twitch to his lips. Instead, she tried to offer her
wrist, but that simply made him raise an eyebrow.
"How then?" She felt the desperation in her
own voice and tried to suppress it while making the cold return.
"Take a sip and hold it in your mouth."
She was starting to have an idea where this was
leading. She tried to lean forward to feed him the wine but his hands kept her
from him.
"Set down the glass first, then let me drink from
your mouth."
Carefully she put down the glass before leaning
forward. In her haste and nervousness she parted her lips before touching his
and spilled most of the wine down her chin and his neck. She froze in terror,
aware of the strength in the hands around her waist and the sharp teeth
entirely too close to her. His lips parted and his tongue snaked out to lazily
lap at the liquid dripping down her lips and chin. Only when he had cleaned her
thoroughly did he allow her to move back enough to meet his gaze. Her eyes fell
to his mouth and the spilled wine that painted his neck and shirt red. Small
droplets were still caught in the evening shadow of the beard along his cheeks.
"Clean it!"
The first flick of her tongue was tentative at best,
barely a touch, but when he moved his head to allow her more access she became
bolder. The taste of his skin, mixed with that of the red wine, filled her
mouth – unidentifiable, subtle and strange. As her tongue reached his neck, his
arousal grew impossibly large beneath her, pressing against the folds of her
sex through only two layers of clothes. She shied back – feeling stupid
immediately. It was inevitable where this evening was going to lead. For an
ErGer to bond, the mind needed to be broken open as only sex could – and her
own body would force it soon enough. In her experience, he had shown more
patience than any other. Every Lord who had ever acquired her, either because
her brother had sold her to them or because they had tracked her down, had
taken her blood and body within minutes of their acquaintance. What was the
point of delay?
~ * ~
Author Bio:
In "real" life, I am an
academic with degrees in Political Science, Economics, Philosophy and Law and
an insatiable desire to confound, baffle and disconcert my students. Someone
once suggested to me the reason for my stories lay in the desire to offset the
tedium and rationality of academic life. He wasn't an academic or he would have
known better. It is best to use research against tedium, students to offset the
rationality and an unlimited supply of stressballs for the faculty meetings.
The stories? Well, they are just for me - like a mental manicure.
I also write a blog on Feminism and
Erotica - come talk to me:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/CBlackthorn
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