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Monday, 15 August 2016
Pre-Order - A Variety of Chains by Christine Blackthorn
Press is proud to announce the pre-release of A Variety of Chains by
Christine Blackthorn, the first in the Bloodhavens series.
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.
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
calmly straddled her, and as he leant forward to take her mouth in a deep kiss,
his long hair curtained them in a world of their own. His kisses were deep and
addictive, a leisurely play on her senses, an instant aphrodisiac. He took his
time to taste and feel every last corner of her mouth and only let up when both
their lips were swollen and sensitive.
"That's it. I want you to be only aware
of me." There was a wicked light in his eyes – wicked, aroused and
full of gentle laughter, a combination more desirable than anything.
"First, I will narrow your world so
that your busy little brain cannot take you away, and then I will play with
you. The rules will be simple. I get to do whatever I want and you have to take
it. If you tell me something I do not know and cannot find out any other way,
something secret and intimate, then and only then will I give you relief."
She did not understand what he meant but her
confusion was quickly overtaken by alarm when he covered her eyes with a soft
cloth. She did not like the limitation to her sight even though he had
blindfolded her repeatedly over the last two weeks. It made her tense, and
increased her awareness of both his touch and his taste. She felt his lips stroking
over the cloth, gentling her into the darkness. She was surprised when his
hands slipped under her shoulders and he made her upper body more comfortable – she had not noticed the
discomfort from her muscles, but he had. He had noticed the increased tenseness
and adjusted her body to avoid it. That realisation was terrifying and
reassuring in equal measures.
She felt him get off the bed, though his
hand remained a calming pressure on her skin at all times. A gentle pressure
was laid over her torso, just under her breasts, and as it tightened her body
was further immobilised by what she realised was a strap. A second strap
followed the first just over her breasts. Both straps were tight but not
painful, smooth lines of warming leather on her overheated skin.
"I am just making sure that you cannot
move suddenly and risk hurting yourself." His voice was an anchor in her
world, a deep note of calm in her rising nervousness. It almost failed to stave
off the waves of panic when he gently lifted her right leg and bent it to
attach a thigh cuff to the side of the bed, leaving her exposed. She tried to
struggle but he had ensured that her range of movement was already so limited
that any resistance was ineffective at best. 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
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.
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