Showing posts with label Passion Peak. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Passion Peak. Show all posts

Friday, January 31, 2014

Come to the Dark Side: We have cookies (and floggers)

Convincing Rowena
Passion Peak, Colorado #6
by Tara Rose

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At some point, we've all been there.   We've read the erotica, even whispered about it with our friends.  And secretly, we've wished to try something, while blushing at our own desires.  

Throughout the Passion Peak series, we've watched from the sidelines, like Rowena, as the women have found incredible satisfaction at the hands of their Doms.  How much convincing would it take for you to step over the line?  

Rowena's foray into BDSM is our own.  She vicariously takes that step with us as she and Van surrender to the allure of a lifestyle led by their friends and cousins.  So sit back, turn on a reading light, and see what it takes to be seduced beyond your limits in Convincing Rowena.

Vance "Van" and Rowena Sommers Whitney are Passion Peak’s favorite vanilla couple. Up until now, that is. As they seek to add BDSM play to their marriage, Passion Peak is once again in the news when new treasure hunters descend on the town.

Rowena is still struggling with trust issues from a past relationship she thought was dead and buried but has resurfaced during her BDSM experimentation with Van. A road trip to visit her friend Eve’s family in Racy, Indiana, puts Rowena in touch with new friends who help her start to deal with the past and her trust issues.

At home in Passion Peak, Van is not happy to learn the home he shares with Rowena is once again a target for five seeking the secrets supposedly buried inside it. When Rowena returns home and is kidnapped by two of these men, Van races against time to save the only woman he has ever loved.

Note: MF Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, paddling, cropping, flogging, sex toys, HEA


Rowena yelped when the leather roses and their stems landed across both ass cheeks. Van waited a second or two, and then he threw it again. Alexa had been right. The sensation was a thudding one at first, but then the bite of the roses kicked in. It was easy to imagined that if a Dom timed the throws just right, neither sensation would have the chance to abate, so the pain would be continuous.
Van threw it five times then stopped. “What color are you?”
“Green, Sir.”
“All right.” He resumed, and Rowena closed her eyes and mentally let go. She slipped into a state where the pain became pleasure and the pleasure became pain. It was as if she were floating overhead, looking down on the scene. Every nerve ending was on fire. Each time the falls and roses at the ends struck her, she moaned or cried out, but her voice sounded dim as if she were in a wind tunnel.
Her pussy contracted in tiny spasms, and she brushed her nipples against the pillows under her chest because she ached to have them touched. She tried to push her clit against the back of the sofa but the angle was wrong. If Van touched it right now, she knew she’d come.
The pain was just beginning to break through the fog when he stopped. Her cuffs were off, and she was standing. Van held her, whispering how proud he was of her, and how fucking beautiful she was.
“I’m all right.”
He cupped her face. “I know. I know. You took a lot. But I stopped because your ass is really red right now.”
She giggled, and then couldn’t seem to stop. Every happy thought she’d ever had came bubbling up inside, and she wanted to scream, cry, run, and jump, all at the same time. Van pulled her close again and stroked her hair and back. When he brushed his fingers over her ass, she winced. “How many times did you flog me with that thing?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Yes, I do.”
He looked into her eyes again. “Thirty.”
“Wow. I’m a pro now.”
Van began to laugh, and then Rowena did again as well. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, moving her close to the headboard. “Don’t move.” She watched him retrieve the wrist cuffs, and she put her arms overhead without him telling her to. He fastened the cuffs to the headboard, and then he retrieved the pillows from the sofa and placed then under her hips. She thought he was going to fuck her, but he lay between her legs and licked her pussy and asshole, teasing her clit with his tongue on each pass.
Rowena cried out and screamed as the craziest orgasm she’d ever had rocked her body with endless contractions. Even when it stopped, Van didn’t. He just kept sucking her and licking her until another began to build. Her mouth was dry, sweat pooled at her hairline and under her breasts, and her clit was sore, but she didn’t want it to end.
When he finally stopped, he moved to her breasts and teased her nipples with his teeth and tongue until she thought she’d go out of her mind with need. “Fuck me. Please.”
“No. You didn’t call me ‘Sir.’”
Rowena cried out in frustration. “Fuck me, Sir. Please, Sir. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard.”
Van glanced up at her, grinning. “That’s better.” He unfastened her wrist cuffs and turned her onto her stomach, keeping her hips draped over the pillows so that her ass was in the air, and then he secured the cuffs behind her back and clipped them together. She felt him move off the bed, but couldn’t turn her head around to see what he was doing. When he sat on it again, she heard a liquid sound.
“I thought we’d try some of that lube you bought. You did say it would make things tighter.”
“Oh God…”
“Was that a safeword?”
“No, Sir.”
A warm, wet finger slid slowly into her asshole, and Rowena moaned at the sensation of fullness. He moved it in and out for a few minutes, and then withdrew it and slipped in two fingers. With his other hand he cupped her pussy, and soon she was writhing against the pillows, craving release once again.
She felt his weight shift, and then he slid his dick into her pussy. He fucked her slowly at first, keeping one hand underneath and two fingers from his other hand inside her asshole, fucking that as well. She screamed and begged him to go faster, but he didn’t right away. When she didn’t think she could take anymore, he finally increased the speed.
“I’m going to fuck you all day.”
Rowena couldn’t even answer him. All she could do was give in and enjoy it. This was the most exquisite fucking they’d ever done. The lube was tingly inside her ass, but not unpleasant at all. Van’s cock felt huge, and each pass sent contractions to her clit and nipples. She couldn’t move anything except her head, but there was no fear this time. There was only extreme pleasure like she’d never felt, and an overwhelming desire to give over to it and let him take her, again and again.

 Passion Peak, Colorado series reading order

Welcome to PASSION PEAK, COLORADO, where cowboys and sexy Doms compete with the mountains as the best scenery in town.  But years ago, this sleepy mining town in the Rocky Mountains included bootleg liquor, organized crime, and stolen money that's rumored to be hidden behind walls, and in the abandoned mines outside of town...

  Read a blurb for each book on Tara's Passion Peak page
 Seducing Carma #1
Mastering Angela #2
Training Summer #3
Chasing Felicity #4
Persuading Eve #5
Convincing Rowena #6

About the Author: Tara Rose

   Tara Rose is the author of three popular MFM/BDSM series: Racy, Indiana; The Alpha Legend; and Passion Peak, Colorado.  She writes about small towns and what happens behind closed doors. Tara writes exclusively for Siren Bookstrand.  

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Sunday, July 28, 2013

Mateo: Jazz Saxophonists and Kissing Carma

by Tara Rose

In SEDUCING CARMA, Passion Peak Colorado 1, hero Mateo Alvarado is a jazz aficionado, and he plays a tenor sax. He reveals to heroine Carma Mandanici his love of both the instrument and the music, but Mateo only plays for fun. In the first scene where Carma is inside Mateo’s wing of rooms at the ranch, she finds prints of jazz musicians on the wall, and Mateo plays his saxophone for her. I thought it would be fun to go behind the scenes and discover some of Mateo’s favorite jazz saxophonists.

In the 1930s, during the swing and big band era, Mateo’s favorite era of music, saxophonists like Johnny Hodges, who led the saxophone section in the Duke Ellington Big Band, were featured soloists.

In the early 1940s, jazz saxophonists such as Charlie Parker and Sonny Stitt moved away from the strictures of big band jazz, shifting toward from danceable popular music that would come to be called bebop.

Coleman Hawkins had a unique, raspy tone, and he became the preeminent tenor saxophonist in swing music. He developed his style as a member of Fletcher Henderson’s big band, and later toured the world as a soloist.

Ben Webster, is best known for his time spent in Duke Ellington’s band, in which he was the leading tenor soloist for about eight years, from 1935 to 1943. He recorded a version of “Cotton Tail” that is regarded as one of the gems from that period.

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Carma Mandanici is forced to confront her abusive past when an uncle she barely knows leaves her a large amount of money. She seeks comfort in the arms of longtime crush, Mateo Alvarado.

Mateo is more than happy to help Carma start to heal from her past, as well as explore her BDSM fantasies. But Mateo has a tragedy in his own past that he must confront before he can become a Dom to Carma, or allow himself to fall in love with her.

Blaine Peterson and Mateo have been friends since they met as freshmen in college. Blaine left behind a secret that involves his ex-submissive when he moved to Passion Peak to take a lucrative job and start over. He’s falling in love with Carma, right along with Mateo. But when his secret catches up with him, he might lose both his friendship with Mateo, and the one woman he can’t live without.


“I wanted an open concept up here, which is why this is one big room.” He pointed toward a hallway at the opposite end of the room. “There’s a half bath and a closet down there, and off the kitchen is a screened-in balcony that overlooks the east pastures.”
He motioned her through a second set of French doors and onto a balcony that gave a stunning view of the mountains in the distance and the swimming pool below. “I love to come out here at night and just sit.”
Carma scanned the horizon. “There’s Sleepy Cat Peak.”
“Yes. Do you believe in it? The legend?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I have about three hundred pamphlets from The Sleepy Cat Society that I’ve collected over the years, but I haven’t read one of them.”
Mateo laughed. “What do you do with them?”
“Put them in a drawer. I feel sorry for them, so I’m always reluctant to say no when they stand on the street corners downtown and pass them out.”
“They’ve been doing that since before we were born, Carma.”
“I know.”
“Don’t tell me you have a t-shirt or two as well?”
She shook her head. “No. But my oldest sister, Caprice, has one of those throw pillows they were selling last year.”
“Think I should get one?”
She laughed. “No. The colors are all wrong for your decorating style.”
Mateo put a hand up to his forehead to shade his eyes. “I just realized that Blaine can see this same view from his new condo.”
“Is that the new client you told me about?” She didn’t want to tell him that Van had already told her about Blaine.
He nodded. “Yes.” He led her back inside and toward a spiral wrought-iron staircase. “All the bedrooms are up here.”
They ascended, and he led her past the first two rooms, one on each side of the hallway. “I bought bedroom sets for both so now I have guest rooms, but I don’t have much use for either, to be honest. It’s just that I can’t figure out what else to do with them.”
“I wish I had three bedrooms. I live in a one-bedroom apartment that’s about the size of your kitchen.”
He smiled. “What would you do with the spare rooms if you had them?”
“No clue, honestly.” She laughed softly, and it felt nice to do so. Holding his hand sent warmth throughout her body. His touch helped fill the chilly places that had settled around her heart this morning.
When they reached his room, he motioned her inside first. It was decorated in rich tones of navy blue and maroon, and totally fit his personality. The room smelled faintly of sage and vanilla, which surprised her. In fact, the entire ambiance was different than in the other the rooms, though she couldn’t say why. “It’s lovely, Mateo. Really comfortable and inviting. I’d never be able to leave it.”
“Well, we don’t have to, Carma.”
She didn’t turn around, but she felt his presence behind her. The only part of his body she touched was his hand, and now that contact felt electrified, as though the air was charged with energy from a looming thunderstorm.
“Should we bring the chicken up here to eat?” he asked, softly.
This time she did turn around because she suddenly became convinced he was teasing her. She was wrong. His face held nothing but sincerity. As she stared into his eyes, she watched the emotions cross them, and just before he bent his head and kissed her, she’d known he was about to do it.
She clung to his hand and kept her mouth closed as his full lips moved over hers, sending jolts of desire straight to her nipples and clit. Carma had never been kissed like this. It filled her entire being, making her dizzy with need and a longing she couldn’t hang a label on. It washed away the guilt and the shame, and it soothed the fear and hesitation.
The scent in the room combined with his, and with the smell of the roasting chicken downstairs, until she couldn’t distinguish one from the other. She let go of his hand and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders as his tongue teased her lips. When she parted hers to let it inside, a loud moan escaped her throat. So this was what it was supposed to feel like…this heady desire that made her feel as if she were melting into him.
Mateo’s tongue worked its magic inside her mouth as Carma pushed closer to his body, this time acknowledging the bulge in his jeans instead of ignoring it. One hand moved over her hair, softly stroking it, and the other brushed down her back until it rested on her left ass cheek. She moaned again as an image of that hand spanking her rose up. Where the hell had that come from?
She didn’t care. This time, instead of pushing away the decadent thoughts like she usually did while she was cutting his hair, she let them happen. This wasn’t sordid, and it wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t humiliating or embarrassing. It was erotic, and passionate, and she wanted more.
She moved her tongue over his, trying to imitate what he was doing. She must have done something right because the hand on her hair suddenly tangled itself in her strands. The hand on her ass squeezed the cheek, and then lightly slapped it.
Carma groaned and moved her lips and tongue more boldly now, pushing her body closer to his. An urge to grind against his erection overtook her, but she wasn’t feeling quite that uninhibited yet.

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 Tara Rose is the author of the popular MFM/BDSM Racy, Indiana series.  She writes exclusively for Siren Bookstrand.  

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