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Tuesday, 20 September 2016
New Release - A Variety of Chains by Christine Blackthorn
Out Now! A
Variety of Chains - Erotic paranormal novel by Christine Blackthorn
Press is proud to announce the release of A Variety of Chains, an erotic paranormal novelby Christine Blackthorn, and the first in the Bloodhavens
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?
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
"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.
"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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