Out Now! A Variety of Chains - Erotic paranormal novel by
Christine Blackthorn (@CBlackthorn @sinfulpress)
Sinful Press is proud to announce the
release of A Variety of Chains, an erotic paranormal
novel by Christine Blackthorn, and the first in the Bloodhavens
series.
Blurb
Kathryn McClusky 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?
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Excerpt
Quickly he attached a second cuff on her other
thigh and tightened the ankle restraints, leaving her laid out on the bed,
restrained and open, her legs parted and bent, entirely helpless and accessible
to his touch.
"You have no idea how beautiful you are
like this – splayed for my desire, unable to resist the pleasure I can give
you." It was his voice that kept the rising panic at bay. She felt the bed
dip on her side and knew he had come to kneel beside her, but the first real
touch was a soft kiss on her belly, a loving touch more than a seduction. Then
his hands began to play over her in gentle caresses and soft massages, touching
her everywhere without a pattern that would have forewarned her. One moment his
hands were playing along her flank, over her hipbone, the next they circled her
wrists above the restraints, reminding her of them, or massaged along her
thigh. But he never touched her pussy or let even the gentlest movement play
over her breasts. This absence made her skin there hungry and sensitive to him,
more so than he could have done with hands or lips. She started to burn, inside
out, every cell of her body reorienting itself to him, her mind consumed
entirely by the expectation of his touch. Her ears followed his movements, her
nose noticing his scent over that of the fire and her own arousal. When his
lips engulfed her nipple in wet, hot sensation, a strange sound was torn from
her, a sound somewhere between a moan and a cry. His encouragement became a
caress of its own on her sensitised skin.
"Sing for me, Kathryn. Let me hear your
pleasure.”
He took his time with her breasts, sucking,
licking, never pushing her endurance but centring all her attention on his
mouth over her nipples and his hands roving over her body. Only when she felt
both her breasts swollen and heavy, her nipples taut and engorged, did he let
up. Her breath was panting and as he sat up, removing his hands from her, she
whimpered from abandonment, not pleasure. Every aspect of her demanded his
touch, his scent, his voice – him.
His dark laughter rose to engulf her.
"Shh, now. We have only just started. I
am here, always at your side. Remember that to get relief you only have to tell
me something intimate, something I cannot guess or reason out for myself. A
secret of your heart." As he spoke she heard the sound of a bottle
opening, and the smell of peppermint permeated the room. She felt the touch of
a cool cloth over nipples, leaving behind a slight wetness, nothing else. She
was distracted from the new sensation by the hand gently stroking along her
thigh to her vagina, a teasing touch cumulating in a finger stroking along her
labia, collecting the moisture at her entrance and spreading it along the
length to circle once over her clitoris. Then she felt a second cloth stroking
along each side of her engorged clitoris, not touching directly but applying
something to the skin around it. And suddenly there was a burn – a warming of
her skin first but then heat in ever increasing intensity.
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
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