one night, their lives will change forever.
Historical Romance (Romantica) -- ultra sensual.
This book contains explicit and graphic sex.
Published by Ellora's
Anastasia Black is
the penname that Tracy and
Julia Templeton used for romances they have written together.
You can find out more about Julia at her website.
Beauty is the sequel to
Forbidden, the CAPA
Award finalist novel featuring Elisa and Vaughn's story.
Casting the movie. Buy it.
Anastasia Black weaves the conflict between the English
and the Irish into a tale full of action and intrigue. The love
story of Natasha and Seth is beautifully written. Their night of
forbidden love is very erotic. The reader will still be guessing the
identity of Seth’s enemy as the book reaches its intense climax. I
could not put this book down. I look forward to reading more books
by Anastasia Black.
Candy, Reviewer for Karen Find Out About New Books and Reviewer for Coffee
I have read Ms. Black’s other book
and this book is loosely tied to it and may be read alone. However, for
those of you, like me, who must read your books in order you will probably
wish to purchase Forbidden before moving onto Dangerous Beauty.
I absolutely loved this book. This story has intrigue, sensual love
making, teasing foreplay, high drama, death and characters who have the
strength of their convictions backed by their will. All of this is
packaged in a wonderful story line that slowly draws you in and doesn’t
let go until the end. Get it, you’ll love it.
Teri for Fallen Angels Reviews
I thought Vaughn and Elisa’s
story was great but this one concludes a great
series. Natasha has grown so much and Seth is
just the right man for her.
From the beginning you can
instantly feel the attraction between them and
you root for them throughout the end. Pick up
the book and enter into a world of dances, love
and passion by Anastasia Black another book
Melinda Barrera for Enchanted
so much, I couldn’t wait to review the sequel, DANGEROUS BEAUTY.
Anastasia Black has shown us how Natasha has grown into a fiercely
independent woman who knows what she wants from life, no matter the cost.
Ms. Black also examines the heartless acts of society who are blind when
it comes to protecting their own reputation and greed at the cost of the
innocent. DANGEROUS BEAUTY is a dynamic continuation of
that you will not want to miss.
for Romance Junkies
Dangerous Beauty is a fantastic historical romance that is
extremely well-written and which you will struggle to put down. It is
truly historical romance at its finest! Featuring an irresistible hero, a
remarkable heroine, evocative descriptions, a gripping premise, sizzling
sexual tension and scorchingly hot love scenes, Dangerous Beauty is a book
lovers of romantic fiction will adore.
Anastasia Black writes books which are romantic, sensual and gripping and
which deserve a place on keeper shelves everywhere!
Julie Bonello for ECataRomance Reviews
Dangerous Beauty was very true to the Regency genre, even
with the sex, something I appreciated. Seth just didn't take Natasha at
her word, instead keeping in mind that rash behavior could ruin her
reputation, something she'd need in her society. The mystery surrounding
Seth's conviction of murder and why his father never intervened kept me
reading past the initial spark between Natasha and Seth... Half the time I
would forget I was reading an erotic romance, since most of the focus was
on the developing relationship between Seth and Natasha with only a little
regard for the sexual tension (though that light tension was enjoyable).
I'd definitely recommend Dangerous Beauty.
Dani Jacquel for Just Erotic Romance Reviews
With Ms. Black's eloquent writing style and vivid
description she makes Dangerous Beauty come alive. You will fall in love
with Natasha and Seth, they are strong well defined characters that will
tug at your heartstring, especially Seth, who has gone through so much,
both physically and emotionally. These two characters will pull the reader
into their lives and make you care what happens to them. When death comes
calling at her lovers door, will Natasha be able to save Seth's life in
The plotline moves at a realistic pace, and gives the reader time to get
to know the characters. The sensual tension is high and the love scenes
are erotic and sensual that fit well with this couple. The addition of the
returning characters of Vaughn and Elisa (from Forbidden)
are not only essential to the storyline of this book, but also a wonderful
way to see that Vaughn and Natasha have worked out their difference and
are now good friends. Ms. Black also introduces us to Natasha's
half-brother, Rhys, who I'm hoping will be getting his own story soon.
Dangerous Beauty is a love story of two people that will have to overcome
bigotry and hatred if they have any chance at being together. If you
enjoy a well written historical romance, then I recommend you pick up
Dangerous Beauty, you won't be disappointed !
Note: it's not necessary to read Forbidden
to enjoy this story.
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In 1835, in London, during the night of
the annual, prestigious Sweet Pea Ball, two lives are about to be changed
Natasha is one of the most beautiful
women in London, but will not suffer fools, and finds most men arrogant
beyond tolerance. Her mother, however, will have her married before the
end of this, her third season, no matter what it takes, and Natasha will
fight her every step of the way.
Seth Harrow is an uncouth Irish sea
captain fresh from the colonies of Australia.
He’s dressed as a lord, and carries a secret that would tear
London society apart if it were revealed.
He’s in London for one small task before heading to Ireland to
help an old friend. He has no time for giddy debutantes and the hypocrites
of society, but must deal with them both to achieve his goal.
In one watershed night, Seth and Natasha
will face hatred, bigotry and soul-searing passion. The outcome of that
night will plunge them into a churning maelstrom of love, life ... and
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This extract has been slightly edited to be suitable for a general
End Docklands, London, 1837
steam tug blew a mournful note, which echoed flatly across the water.
Its passage and the wake of the ship it towed rocked The Artemis
where it was tied up at the dock. The
motion told Seth Harrow that he had indeed made it back on board last night.
It also drew attention to his thick head, which began to thump at the
motion. He swallowed dryly,
keeping his eyes shut against the daylight filtering through the portholes
of the captain’s cabin, and remained perfectly still upon the mattress,
riding out the subtle rocking of the ship.
luck, this would be his last day in this stinking city.
Last night had reacquainted him with the vices and venom of the fat
old broad of a town. Tucked
away in fresh, feisty Albany, deep in the colonies, he’d forgotten how the
double standards here could crush a man’s spirits and break his back in
all but body. Well, he’d been
reminded, and now he was ready to leave.
Just one last piece of business, and he could break out the sails and
head for Ireland.
The thought came with a deep longing, an ache for the familiar.
And whenever he thought of home, he remembered Liam as he had seen
him last, sitting in the courtroom with a stricken expression on his white
face as the sentence had been passed down.
warm, light hand slipped over his naked hip, and Seth opened his eyes,
startled. He rolled his head to
the right, slowly, and found himself staring at a sleepy-eyed redhead.
She lay on her side, and she was smiling a little.
He could see a sliver of dark green eyes showing under her lowered
lids. Her hand was stroking his
thighs, and his knees fell apart under her coaxing fingers, as they
fluttered against the inside of his thighs.
good chunk of the previous evening's activities were restored to his memory,
then, and he smiled.
a fine mornin’ to ye, too, Duchess,” he said, rolling over to face her.
smiled more fully, her excellent teeth flashing, and her eyes opened a
little more. “Your Irish is
showing, Seth.” Her voice was
deep, husky, but with an upper class preciseness that had not slipped even
when she had been deep in the throes of orgasmic passion--he remembered
that much about her. She was a
genuine blue blood.
had been slumming last night, looking for a raw entertainment that
cotillions and balls could not provide.
The Duchess had paused at the door of the dockland pub for a brief
moment to lower the hood of her green velvet cloak, pulling off her gloves
and assessing the men in the room. She
had seen Seth, sitting on a stool, and had come straight over.
may buy me a drink, Captain,” she had said, her voice throaty.
She had given him a knowing smile he had instantly understood.
Like a gentleman, he’d stood and offered her the stool, and sent
for another glass of rum.
looked at her now. “Ye had no
objection to my Irish last night, I recall,” he told her.
recall listening to an educated man,” she said.
dredged up habits of speech he hadn’t used for years.
“It is quite astonishing how one can be misled by appearances, is
it not?” The rounded
pronunciations were an echo of school halls and manorial estates.
sounds like a right proper gent, don’t he?” another soft voice said.
A small hand slid over his waist from behind.
swiveled to look over his shoulder. A
petite blonde was sitting up behind him.
Annie. Now he remembered
all of it. Annie, the
Duchess’s maid, who shared her adventurous spirit.
was when the hesitant knock sounded on the door.
frowned. “Go away!”
knock came again. Firmer this
better be you, Harry, or I’ll have your guts for garters, whoever you
Harry,” came the answer, muffled.
looked at the Duchess and gave a rueful smile. “A moment only,” he
Annie pouted, the redhead fell back against the pillow with an exaggerated
sigh. “A moment only, Seth.
My patience will only stretch so far.”
climbed off the bed and looked around for his trousers, which he found
beneath a pile of stiffened petticoats and a corset.
A shirt, one of the tattered ones he wore at sea, hung on a nail
driven into the wall. He threw
that on, too. Not bothering to
button it, he cracked open the cabin door.
sun-bronzed features, the almond-shaped eyes, peered back at him through the
crack. “There’s a boy here,
up on deck. Says he must speak
to you. Says he has a
news he had been waiting for. Seth
nodded, and opened the door enough to slip through.
craned his head for a glimpse. Seth
shut the door firmly, and smiled. “You’ll
just frighten them.”
Harry said, blinking.
wager neither of them have ever seen a Chinaman before.”
Seth gave the long braid hanging between Harry’s shoulder blades a
gentle tug and walked up the passage to the steep steps that climbed to the
ain’t never seen a duchess before, neither,” Harry said, following along
all the same, undressed.” Seth
stepped out onto the deck, taking a lungful of the thick, damp air.
A fog hung about The Artemis, so thick he could barely see the
ship docked next to them. He
certainly couldn’t see the far side of the river.
It curled about the deck, thick strands wisping about the rigging,
making everything sound flat, muffled.
old England...I’d forgotten what a miserable place this could be.”
He looked over at the gangway, where a small boy in ragged pants and
dirty shirt stood clutching the bulwark with a death grip, his eyes wide,
staring down at the dirty, oily water swirling between the sides of the ship
and the stone dock. “You,
boy,” he said softly. “Don’t
be afraid. Come here.”
boy visibly swallowed and shuffled forward.
He doffed his cap quickly, as if he’d only just remembered the
have a message for me, lad?”
nodded. He was staring over
Seth’s shoulder now, and his eyes grew even bigger.
Seth glanced at Harry standing at his shoulder.
is Harry Hang. He won’t hurt
you. Give me the message,
boy reached inside his shirt and brought out a thick envelope with a red
seal on the back. “’is eyes
are all funny.” The boy
didn’t take his eyes off Harry as he held out the envelope.
was born in China,” Harry said. “A
long, long time ago.”
boy considered this. Harry’s
western speech seemed to reassure him a little, and give him confidence.
“My guv told me about them Chinamen.
Ain’t they supposed to wear funny white pajamas and round pointy
hats, and have plaits down their backs?”
laughed a little as he broke the seal on the letter.
“Not Harry. Just the
turned his head to display the hip-length braid to the boy.
the boy asked with innocent directness.
that when I die, God can pull me up to heaven,” Harry explained.
boy shook his head firmly. “God
don’t do that. ‘e makes you
take a boat.”
this one?” Harry asked, with a smile.
tuned out their unconventional theology discussion and read the cursive
script on the sheet. He frowned
at the news it conveyed.
to give me tuppence,” the boy said to Seth, nodding at the letter.
“’e said ‘e’d put it in that there letter.”
he did,” Seth agreed. “Harry,
fish two pennies out of the ship’s purse for him.”
cap’n,” Harry said, and went below.
boy was given his tuppence and skipped down the gangplank, delighted with
his well-earned treasure-trove.
spread his legs, finding his balance on the gently moving deck, and crossed
his arms. “Good news?”
He glanced at the thick, cream-colored sheet of paper in his hand.
a way.” Seth rubbed his chin,
considering the matter, and heard the rasp of a day’s growth under his
fingers. “She’ll be at the
annual Sweet Pea Ball this evening.”
doesn’t sound too bad,” Harry said judiciously.
why do you look like you’ve bitten into whale blubber?”
one of those height of the season, oh-you-simply-must-attend events
that everyone on the ton dutifully turns out for and makes silly
fools of themselves.”
laughed a little at Seth’s exaggerated accent, even as puzzlement drew a
furrow between his brows.
took a deep breath and laughed at himself, too.
“Harry, you have to see one of these things to believe them.
The women will spend a year’s worth of your wages on one gown, and
they’ll be dressed to within an inch of their lives, squeezed into corsets
and weighed down with jewelry that would keep your six kids eating for five
years. The men....”
He shook his head. “The
men will wear black broadcloth and satin, and white shirts with collars so
stiff and high you can’t tuck your chin to your chest.
When they get to the ball they will take off their coats and hats and
gloves, and they will immediately put on another pair of gloves.”
stared at him. “Why on earth
would they do that?”
that when they dance with a lady they will not soil her gown or her skin
with their bare fingers.”
thought about that one for a moment, then started laughing.
“That’s a good joke, Seth,” he said between chuckles.
not joking.” A sigh escaped
him. He truly was back in
England, land of the aristocrat.
wheezed out another chuckle, and took a breath.
“And you’re going to this thing?”
His big barrel chest, powerful with muscles built from hauling wet
canvas across rigging and belaying heavy ropes, bounced up and down, as the
paroxysms of mirth rippled through him.
Seth demanded, spreading his hands wide.
pointed at him, tears squeezing out of his eyes. “You.
You will be a hare amongst rabbits--a big loping, patched, piebald
smiled a little, looking down at himself.
The trousers were acceptable enough, but his big bare feet, the
ripped and stained shirt that was once his best, but now hung in tatters
around his shoulders, and his calloused hands that sported rope burns, were
a far cry from the bathed and pampered gentility he intended to move amongst
a thing about them you don’t know, Harry.
Appearance is everything. If
I look and sound like them, they’ll assume that I am one of
them.” The thought reminded
him of the two women he’d left to their own devices below decks, and he
stirred, folding the letter and sliding it into his trouser pocket.
was looking out over the bulwark at the cobblestones on the dock, and the
stone lip. His good humor had
faded. “It’s a strange
recognized Harry’s sudden change in mood.
Mild alarm touched him. “Don’t
get all superstitious on me, Harry.”
Harry sometimes drew upon his exotic eastern upbringing, bringing
forth snatches of oriental wisdom that often proved prophetic.
“I go to the ball, I see her, we leave for Ireland.
shook his head a little, studying the swirling fog.
“Step off the ship and you step into a foreign land where nothing
makes sense. A strange world.
Strange worlds can be dangerous.”
gave a little laugh and clapped Harry on his broad back.
“I grew up amongst these people, Harry.
I’ll be fine. Just
Dangerous Beauty is the sequel to
Julia and I are very pleased to see the sequel finally make it to print.
We've had a lot of reader feedback, asking for Natasha's story, and at
last we can tell that story.
I often get asked who I would cast in the movie of my book, if
it should ever come to pass, so just for fun:
Movie producer's pitch:
Age of Innocence crosses swords with Pirates of the Caribbean
Jennifer Love Hewitt
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