Showing posts with label Racy Nights. Show all posts
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Saturday, July 26, 2014

Healing a Broken Heart is Racy

Healing Her Racy Doctors
Racy Nights series
by Tara Rose
a Erotic Menage Romance

 15% discount until July 28th



ER nurse and submissive Loreen Newhouse has admired surgeons and Doms Adam Eastman and Travis Randall from afar for years, but she hasn’t dated since her fiancé was killed four years earlier.
Adam lost his fiancée to a car bomb three years earlier when he and Travis served together in Doctors Without Borders. Travis is afraid to give away his heart after watching the pain that Adam went through.

When a chance encounter leads to Adam and Travis pursuing a Dom/sub relationship with Loreen, all three believe they are on the road to healing. Until an ER victim who too closely resembles Adam’s fiancé is brought in on the anniversary of her death, and Adam bolts without telling Travis or Loreen where he’s gone.

Can Loreen overcome her own past grief and help Adam and Travis heal from their loss, or has she lost them both forever?

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Her heart gave a strange little lurch. This morning, before they’d driven her home, she had the uncomfortable feeling that last night had been nothing more than a one-time thing for them. She’d steeled herself for the brush off. But now, it didn’t sound like they had any plans to do that. “Have you two ever talked about anything like this before? Sharing a woman, I mean.”
Both men shook their heads. “Never,” said Adam. “Not before today, that is.”
“So what’s different now?”
They exchanged a guarded look. “Are you saying you don’t want to try this?” asked Travis.
“No, I’m not saying that at all. It’s just that I can’t imagine this is something guys sit around and discuss. And especially not you two. You never date, and you’ve barely spoken to me in all the years we’ve known each other and worked together. I’m just trying to figure out what happened to change your minds.”
One thing no one could accuse Loreen of was staying silent when something was on her mind, and she hoped she hadn’t offended them.
“That’s not very subbie of you,” said Adam.
“And you’ve just changed the subject.”
He almost grinned, and her pussy grew wet at the challenge in his eyes. “No I haven’t. I’m avoiding it. There’s a difference.”
“We have to talk about it,” said Travis.
“You don’t have to, but I sure wish you would.” Loreen glanced around, but they were currently the only ones sitting outside. “This morning after you two woke me up, I sensed a lot of tension.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “Look. I don’t know where this is going. All I do know is that last night was the most amazing night of my life. I’ve never done anything like that before, and I never thought I would. But now that I have, I can’t imagine just pretending it didn’t happen. And I sure hope neither of you wants to do that.”
She drained her coffee. “So if you want to try this, let me know. If you don’t, please tell me that as well. I’m a grown woman. I can handle the truth either way. I want to learn about this lifestyle, and I want to do it with both of you. I want us to repeat what we did last night, and more. I’m tired of watching people live their lives while I sit on the sidelines and cheer them on. I don’t want that anymore, but I’m also not going to throw myself at men who don’t want to be with me.”
Her breath caught in her throat at the intense looks on their faces, but she kept going. If she didn’t get this out now, she never would. “I want to experience everything you two are willing to teach me. I’m lonely. Okay? I’m so lonely. And I don’t want to be any longer. So please tell me what’s in your heads right now.”
Loreen watched them both, waiting. Finally, Adam smiled and then so did Travis. She resisted the urge to pump her fist in the air. She hadn’t blown it. This was really going to happen!
“You’re right,” said Adam. “We’ve worked with you a long time. But we weren’t ignoring you. Honestly.” He cut his gaze quickly toward Travis before continuing. “You know I had a fiancée who was killed in Iraq three years ago. And we both know about Pete’s death. Lissa’s death affected Travis deeply as well. We’ve both buried ourselves in work. It was rough over there. We saw a lot of horrible things.”
“I really can’t imagine it.”
“It wasn’t pretty. The work was very fulfilling, but it’s nice to be back in boring Racy.”
Loreen smiled. “Boring for you two, but things do happen here.”
“You’re right,” said Travis. “Comparatively, though, this place is very low key.” He put down his coffee cup and reached across the table to take her hands. His touch sent jolts of desire coursing through her body, and memories of last night raced through her mind. “But this isn’t answering your questions, is it? I don’t know why we waited so long to do more than make small talk with you. Fear, I guess. Fear of rejection, fear of getting hurt in other ways, and just stupidity, I suppose. But we do want to try this.”
She studied his face, but saw only sincerity. “And the tension I sensed this morning? What was that all about?”
“We had words, but it’s all good now. We’ve worked it out.”
“Okay. But promise me something. Both of you. If you feel differently, you’ll tell me right away. I want everything out in the open or I can’t do this. The trust I showed you both last night isn’t even close to anything I’ve done before. I can’t go down this road without knowing that if you’re tired of it, or of me, you’ll say so.”
Travis grinned, and her traitorous pussy grew wet. “Tired of you? Seriously, beautiful? You think we’d grow tired of you?”
Her pulse raced. “It happens.”
Adam shook his head as he brushed a finger up her arm. “Not a fucking chance. But yes, we promise, just the same.”
She squeezed Travis’s hands, feeling happier than she had in years. “Thank you. So, okay. What do I do? How is a sub supposed to act? What do I call you two in public? Should I dress a certain way? Are there things I’m not supposed to say? God…I don’t know anything about this at all.”
Adam laughed. “Relax, okay? There are no protocols unless we establish them and you agree to them. Let’s just enjoy this day and we’ll take things slowly starting right now.” He glanced at her half-eaten sandwich. “Are you going to finish that?”
She nodded. Travis let go of her hands, and she stuffed the rest of her breakfast into her mouth. They finished their coffee, and then Travis suggested they take a walk up the street to see the progression on the new shops that now lined this road. All but a few of them were completed. “And at the end of the street, when we come to Tye Me Up, we’re taking you on a shopping spree.”
She stood. “You’re offering to take me shopping? Seriously?” They stood as well, and after Adam threw their trash away, she curled one hand around each of their arms. “How can any girl resist an invitation like that?”
As the crop struck each ass cheek several times in quick succession, Loreen yelled and tried to move away from the pain, but Travis held her down tightly.
“Was that a safeword?” asked Adam.
“No, Sir. But God…that thing really stings.”
Both men chuckled. “Finally found something that actually gets her attention,” muttered Adam. He struck her several more times with it, alternating cheeks, and tears stung her eyes again. Sweat pooled at her hair line and under her breasts. She wanted to take this for them, because this was her ultimate fantasy, times one hundred. And for the first time in her adult life, she didn’t feel weird about having it.
She no longer felt like a freak, or that she had to hide this part of herself. She’d even hid most of it from Pete. But now all that had changed. With Adam and Travis, she could be exactly who she was inside. Tears ran down her face as the emotions overwhelmed her. Loreen was truly free now, in a way she never had been before. She could tell them anything and they wouldn’t think less of her. She’d found her place in the world, finally.
Adam stopped, then something cool and soothing was rubbed on her ass cheeks. She caught the scent of eucalyptus. “That feels wonderful,” she whispered. “Thank you, Sir.”
“I didn’t have any at home last night or I would have used it.”
When he helped her stand, both men took turns holding her and kissing her, and then they unclipped her cuffs and told her to flex her arms for a few moments to work out the stiffness, before asking her to climb on top of the table.
Adam spread out the towel and told her to kneel on it, as close to the edge as she could. They helped her get in position, then placed the other towel under her ankles, which hung over the wooden edge of the table.
“Rest on your elbows, not your hands,” said Adam. “That’ll be more comfortable in the long run.”
She did, and was treated to the exquisite sensation of their tongues on her ass and pussy. She moaned and wiggled, unable to stop the orgasm that crashed over her as they licked her clit and asshole, and fucked her with their fingers in both holes. They used plenty of lube and there was no pain, only incredible pleasure. Travis had been right. She’d never look at a pool table again in the same way.
“Do you like that?” asked Travis.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “It feels incredible.”
“You’re still so tight,” said Adam. “I can’t wait to push my cock inside both your holes.”
Loreen groaned. “I can’t wait, either.”
When she didn’t think she could take anymore, they told her to lie on her back, and they placed the second towel under her neck as additional cushioning. Both men shed their clothes and climbed on top. Loreen giggled as she pictured what this would look like to anyone coming down the stairs right now.
“What’s so funny?” asked Travis.
“I’ve just never been this happy. Is this a fantasy of yours? To have sex on here?”
His grin nearly made her come again. “What do you think?” He covered her body with his and kissed her roughly, pulling on her ponytail as he did so. She stared to wrap her arms around his shoulders but Adam caught her wrists and pulled her arms over her head, clipping the cuffs together once again.
“Have to find something to hold her arms up there…” muttered Adam.
Loreen heard him climb off the table, but she was too busy with Travis’s tongue to think twice about it. When Travis moved to gently biting her nipples through the corset, she simply kept her arms overhead, enjoying the feeling of total surrender once again.
“Turn on your side a second.”
She did, just as Adam returned, holding up a coil of rope. “Look what I found.”
She watched him tie it to the clip between her cuffs, then he knelt out of sight. She assumed he was tying the other end to the table legs because he tugged on her arms slightly.
“It’s bondage rope,” said Travis. “Very soft and it won’t hurt the cuffs or those pretty jewels on them.” Travis untied the laces on her corset, then carefully slid it out from underneath her body and asked her to lie on her back once again. He sat back on his heels and ran his hands up and down her breasts. “Fucking gorgeous.”
Adam climbed back on the table and knelt between her legs, slipping on a condom. While Travis busied himself teasing her nipples with his teeth and tongue. Adam slid his dick into her pussy. Loreen tossed back her head and closed her eyes, moaning softly as she enjoyed the competing sensations. She didn’t see how this could get any better. Travis picked up the ball and rolled it over her nipples while Adam continued to fuck her pussy, almost lazily. When the men switched places, Adam continued what Travis had started with the ball, while Travis slipped on a condom and fucked her pussy.
“She looks so pretty under the light,” he said. “I knew this would be perfect.”
Adam grunted his response, then he reached over to pick up the vibrator, frowning. “Hang on. It’s not plugged in.”
Travis withdrew from her pussy. “Sorry. I was distracted.” He winked at Loreen and she giggled.
Adam plugged it in, then climbed on the table again and turned it on. “You might not be laughing a in a second.” He placed the head of it on her left nipple and she yelled in surprise. The arousal racing through her body was insane. He alternated nipples while she writhed and moaned, panting as a crazy orgasm built.
Travis wrapped his arm around both ankles and lifted her legs straight up, then struck her pussy and ass with the riding crop. She was out of her mind with need. It stung, but at the same time she loved it. Coupled with the vibrator on her nipples, she couldn’t keep up with all the competing sensations. The men switched toys, Adam lightly striking her nipples with the crop while Travis put her legs down, spread them, and tortured her clit with the vibrator.

About the Author

   Tara Rose is the author of three popular MFM/BDSM series: Racy Nights; 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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Monday, April 28, 2014

Engineering Her Racy Pleasure in Racy Nights

Engineering Her Racy Pleasure
Racy Nights series #11
by Tara Rose
a Menage BDSM Romance

15% off until May 5 at Bookstrand

Book Blurb
When Harper Montgomery moves to Racy and joins the marketing team at Notus, she’s pursued by sexy mechanical engineers and Doms, Lee Parker and Mason Sinclair. But when her ex-boyfriend’s cyber stalking becomes serious after he turns up in Racy, her new life is filled with danger.

Lee Parker loved once and had his heart broken. He’s drawn to Harper because of her humor and sexy curves, but can he give away his heart again? And can he share her with his co-worker and best friend? Mason Sinclair is devoted to his work and has always shied away from falling in love. But all that changes when he meets Harper. He has no problem sharing her with Lee, or with the way his heart flutters whenever she’s around.

But when Harper’s ex-boyfriend breaks into Mason’s house one night during a storm, Harper is alone, and her ex is out for revenge. Can Mason and Lee reach her in time?

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She sprinted down the stairs to find them still in the kitchen, and if their body language and the heavy feeling in the air were any indication, they’d been discussing something serious.
Mason headed for the hallway. “I guess I should take a shower, too. We both still smell like sex.”
“I like smelling like sex.” Lee winked at her, but the emotion in his eyes wasn’t the same as usual. What had they been talking about? “But I’ll go take one, too. Make yourself at home, beautiful. We won’t be long, and then we’ll take you out and show you our lovely town.”
“Sounds like fun.” She watched them both leave and almost ran after them. Was everything okay? Had they been discussing her? Surely they didn’t regret last night, did they? No. Less than half an hour ago they’d asked her to be their sub. Whatever they were talking about probably had nothing to do with her. She was being paranoid and falling back on previous experiences. Lee and Mason weren’t Dennis. They were never going to treat her like he had. That was over.
Except that he was still driving around Racy. What if Sean couldn’t find him? What if he showed up at Notus, or tried to get onto the grounds here? What if they walked around town this afternoon and spotted him?
She dropped into the nearest chair and rested her chin in her hands. Every euphoric feeling she’d had since walking into the club last night deflated as if they’d been balloons, and someone had popped them all simultaneously.
How could she have a relationship—especially a BDSM relationship—with these men while Dennis was still out there? How on earth would this ever be over? And what would she do if the e-mails or Facebook posts started up again?
She rose and walked down the hallway, absorbing the energy in the house. She’d never lived in such a quiet, comfortable place. It was decorated in such a way that made her wonder if he’d hired someone to do it. If he hadn’t, he had real talent. Most of the pieces were obviously expensive, and some were probably antiques. It was still hard to fathom that she lived here now.
Everything was happening so fast. She didn’t regret what she’d done last night or Monday with Lee and Mason. Not at all. But she was worried about how Dennis’s presence in Racy would eventually affect both men. Had moving in here with them on the spur of the moment been the wisest decision?
Harper wandered through the rooms, admiring the fabrics and the logic to the decorating in each room. She loved being here. Yes, the decision had been spontaneous, but it didn’t feel wrong. Not even in the depths of her soul. It felt right. Living here with Lee and Mason felt perfect.
It felt like she belonged here. That certainty was so strong, as if she’d been waiting for these two all her life. But was that enough on which to build a relationship? Had she merely swapped an office fling for this? No. It couldn’t be. Then again, she didn’t exactly have a track record for taking relationships slowly.
But Lee and Mason weren’t anything like the others, and certainly not like Dennis. They didn’t insult her, for one thing. Dennis had thought he was being so surreptitious in the way he’d sneak in comments about her weight, but he wasn’t. They stung like crazy. Lee and Mason, on the other hand, thought she was the sexiest woman they’d ever seen.
They made her feel alive and beautiful in so many ways. They cared about her safety, and they wanted her happy. They’d worked so hard last night to make sure she was enjoying herself, and to ensure her fantasies were met. Dennis had never once asked if she was enjoying the sex, or if she wanted to do anything differently. Not once.
Harper shook her head. She hadn’t thought about that until just now. The sex had all been one-sided. He’d been so damn arrogant that he’d always just assumed she loved it. Lee and Mason went out of their way to make sure she did, and she hadn’t expected that.
They went out of their way to make sure she enjoyed everything they did together, and they weren’t ashamed to take her out in public. They were everything she’d ever wanted the men she’d dated to be. How could this not be right? She’d waited her entire life for these two men.
When she heard their voices calling her, she made her way back to the main hallway again. Both men were freshly showered with damp hair, and dressed in jeans and sweaters. They looked so damn yummy and so sexy, and they had their glasses on again as well. She smiled and approached them both, holding out her arms.
Mason pulled her close first. “Did you get lost?”
His voice was filled with the usual humor, and a shiver ran down her spine. Everything would be okay. She felt certain of it. “Almost. This home is incredible. Did you decorate it yourself?”
He shook his head. “I have an aunt who lives for that sort of thing. She did most of it.”
He released the embrace and Lee took her hand. “Are you ready to see your new town through the eyes of two jaded natives?”
She couldn’t help but laugh. His face held no trace of the earlier worry she’d glimpsed in the kitchen. Whatever had been going on, it was gone now. “Are you two jaded? That’s not good. I was hoping for a tour from two residents who loved this place.”
“Fat chance.” His grin didn’t match his words, and she sighed. She loved Lee’s humor as much as she loved Mason’s more serious demeanor. They complemented each other well, and it was such a rush having the best of both of them at times like this. How could she give this up? She couldn’t. There was no way.


She knocked on the door, and Mason’s voice called for her to come in. As soon as she crossed the threshold, she sensed the change in both men. They wore dour expressions. Mason sat in the leather chair behind the desk, and Lee was on the sofa, one ankle crossed over the opposite knee, as though they’d been discussing her.
“Miss Montgomery,” said Mason, pointing toward a straight-backed chair in front of his desk. “Come in. Sit down.”
“What did I do, Mr. Sinclair?”
“Sit down. We’re asking the questions this afternoon, not you.” His voice was hard, and even though she knew it was play-acting, she shivered just the same. He was so convincing.
Mason peered at her over the tops of his glasses, which was so damn sexy she nearly came. “You’re here because Mr. Parker and I received an alarming report that you sent out a letter with several mistakes in it to a very important client of ours.”
Harper had to bite back a laugh. This was so much fun, but it was also incredibly corny, like she was in a porno. But, she’d asked for this, and she wanted to make it fun for them.
Lee uncrossed his legs and leaned forward. “You find that funny?” His voice was filled with incredulity, and she decided to play along with the who-gives-a-shit brat angle.
“Yeah, I do. So what? Everyone makes mistakes.”
“But everyone doesn’t get caught,” said Lee, his voice soft but too damn sexy for his own good. “You did. So you’re the one who gets punished for it.”
She let out a quick breath that fluttered her bangs. “Punished? Seriously? Can’t I simply retype the letter? Aren’t you two taking this a bit far?”
The corners of Mason’s mouth turned up, and Harper knew they were enjoying the way she’d played this. It sent her arousal to crazy heights. “No. We had something more enduring and impressionable in mind.” He stood, and as her gaze drifted over his crotch, it was easy to see how aroused he was. “Stand up and lean over the desk, Miss Montgomery.”
“You’re joking. This is a place of business. You can’t do this.”
Lee stood and moved next to her, pulling her out of the chair by one arm. “We’re not joking. Don’t make us restrain you, Miss Montgomery.”
“You can’t do that to me. I’ll go to HR.”
Lee nuzzled her neck, and Harper could barely hold back her moan. “We own this company and HR will be on our side. We can do this, and we will. Now lean over the desk and take your punishment like a good secretary. You brought this on yourself.”
He kicked the chair over, and gave her just enough of a gentle shove that she took a few steps forward, stopping as Mason picked up a thick leather strap and smacked it against one palm. The sound it made sent fresh waves of desire coursing through her body, even while she imagined how much that sucker would burn.
He pointed. “We told you to bend over the desk. Do it now.” His voice was so convincing it was scary, but she absolutely loved this.
“No way. You’re not hitting me with that thing.”
“That’s it.” Lee strode over to the credenza and picked up a coil of soft-looking rope. She’d seen bondage rope in Tye Me Up, and she remembered Alexa telling her that it wasn’t like twine or other kinds of rope. It was very soft and made restraining even bare skin safe and comfortable.
He stepped behind her and pulled her arms behind her back before she could protest. All she could was try to keep breathing as he bound her wrists together, with her arms bent at an angle. It didn’t hurt at all, but she couldn’t move her arms, either.
Mason crossed the room and picked up a small cushion from an armchair. “Move her closer to the desk.” Lee lifted her off her feet and placed her down close to the desk, then lowered her torso over it. Mason placed the cushion under her face, and then Lee lifted her skirt.
“No underwear, Miss Montgomery? That’s against dress code regulations.”
She had to turn her face away from them because more laughter bubbled up. This was beyond anything her imagination could have conjured up. It was silly, but it was also decadent and erotic. “I hate wearing it.”
“Then you just earned extra swats,” said Mason.
The first slap from the strap stung like crazy. She yelled and tried to move away, but Lee moved to her side and placed both hands on her lower back. “Hold still so he doesn’t hit the backs of your legs by accident, Miss Montgomery. You did this to yourself. Don’t forget that.”
Mason struck her again. “It hurts!” She hoped they knew she wasn’t calling a safeword.
“It’s supposed to,” said Mason, smacking her a third time. “Careless secretaries get spanked hard when they break the rules.”
He struck her two more times in a row, and now her ass was on fire. She stepped sideways and Mason stopped. Lee retrieved a spreader bar from the credenza and had it on her ankles before she knew what was happening. Now she was completely at their mercy. Her pussy was soaked, and her nipples hummed. This was far beyond what she’d expected, and she hoped they kept it going for hours.
Lee picked up the paddle and walked behind her, and then he gave her five very hard smacks on her ass with it, stopping for only a second in between each swat. She yelled and tried to squirm away because it really did hurt, but at the same time she hoped they weren’t done. This was exquisite.

Series Spotlight:

RACY NIGHTS is Tara Rose's debut series, and is set in the fictional town of Racy Indiana. The series is erotic MFM ménage with consensual BDSM and HEA in every book.
Want to know who's who as you read the Racy Nights series?
Here's a handy guide...

Racy Indiana is a fictional town set in Gilboa Township, in the northeast corner of Benton County. It is approximately twenty miles northwest of Lafayette. Settled in 1898, it was named after Cyrus Racy, the town's first mayor. Current population is 10,467, give or take a few. The residents attend Northwest High School, and their football team is the Northwest High School Leopards.
While each book can be read alone, this is the series order:
Book 1 - Winning Her Racy Heart Book 2 - Claiming Their Racy Sub
Book 3 - Tempting Their Racy Shrink
 Book 4 - Satisfying Their Racy Desires
 Book 5 - Taming Her Racy Ways
 Book 6 - Pleasing Her Racy Doms
 Book 7 - Sharing Their Racy Fantasies
 Book 8 - Obeying Her Racy Firemen
 Book 9 - Awakening Her Racy Passion
 Book 10 - Schooling Their Racy Teacher
Releasing Today! 
Book 11 - Engineering Her Racy Pleasure


About the Author: Tara Rose

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

Contact Tara Rose at: 


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Monday, March 24, 2014

Hot for Teacher: Tara Rose is Schooling Their Racy Teacher in book 10

Schooling Their Racy Submissive
Racy Nights #10
by Tara Road
a Ménage, BDSM Romance
from Siren Ménage Everlasting

15% off until March 31

Can also be read as a stand-alone
When submissive cellist Ava Harmony escapes her abusive ex-Dom, she opens a music shop in Racy. She’s not prepared for opposition from Dom Jake Malloy, or for the kindred spirit she finds in Dom Gary Reed. As she indulges in a hot ménage romance with both men, Ava is lulled into a false sense of security.

Jake Malloy misjudges Ava when she arrives in town, thinking she’s there to take money away from sports in the schools and funnel it into music programs. But when a school board decision affects her dreams of teaching in the schools as well, Jake realizes his love for Ava is above all that. Will Jake’s romance with Ava be cut short when her ex-Dom surfaces in nearby Indianapolis?

Gary Reed finds a like-minded musician in Ava, and doesn’t mind sharing her with Jake. But when Ava’s ex-Dom shows up too close to home, will Gary lose the woman he loves to her past?

Note: [Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, paddling, cropping, flogging, knife play, forced-seduction role-play, sex toys, HEA]

Series Spotlight:

RACY NIGHTS is Tara Rose's debut series, and is set in the fictional town of Racy Indiana. The series is erotic MFM ménage with consensual BDSM and HEA in every book.

Want to know who's who as you read the Racy Nights series? Here's a handy guide...

Racy Indiana is a fictional town set in Gilboa Township, in the northeast corner of Benton County. It is approximately twenty miles northwest of Lafayette. Settled in 1898, it was named after Cyrus Racy, the town's first mayor. Current population is 10,467, give or take a few. The residents attend Northwest High School, and their football team is the Northwest High School Leopards.
While each book can be read alone, this is the series order:
Book 1 - Winning Her Racy Heart Book 2 - Claiming Their Racy Sub
Book 3 - Tempting Their Racy Shrink
 Book 4 - Satisfying Their Racy Desires
 Book 5 - Taming Her Racy Ways
 Book 6 - Pleasing Her Racy Doms
 Book 7 - Sharing Their Racy Fantasies
 Book 8 - Obeying Her Racy Firemen
 Book 9 - Awakening Her Racy Passion
 Book 10 - Schooling Their Racy Teacher
and coming soon....
Book 11 - Engineering Her Racy Pleasure

About the Author: Tara Rose

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

Contact Tara Rose at: 


 Win an ecopy of Schooling Their Racy Teacher by Tara Rose from Inner Goddess.
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Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Snippet Showcase #4: Heather Rainier and Tara Rose

Cowboy Angel is here to wish all our Inner Goddesses a Happy Birthday.  A year ago, we began imagining the type of site we would like to be involved in as readers:  where readers of Romance and Erotica could meet up with others and chat about the books they read.  Our online bookclub forum   grew and evolved, and is now celebrating her birthday.

Cowboy Angel is providing the beefcake.  More desserts in the Hottie & Gentleman's Poker threads. And our wonderful authors are providing the party favors:  Snippets everyday this week for you to enjoy!  Tink and I providing the gifts:  FREE SIGNED BOOKS AND SWAG!

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Snippet Showcase: Heather Rainier and Tara Rose  


Heather Rainier's Divine Creek Ranch series

 Lucy's Revenge, Book 15

Heather Rainier’s latest Work in Progress 

Coming Summer 2013…

Our hearts first went out to Beck in Divine Phoenix and to Patrick in Summer's Indiscretion

Now it's time for 
Lucy’s Revenge 


Lucy Carter and Beck O’Malley have been like fire and gasoline since the moment they met. Their volatility is tempered only by their connection to Beck’s closest friend, Patrick Owen. Self-conscious about her body, Lucy basks in the acceptance Patrick offers. Loving him is as easy as breathing. Beck sets Lucy on edge every time she comes near him. Loving him seems like a recipe for disaster. 
Beck has been holding Lucy at arm’s length while hoping for an old love to return, until his downward spiral finally turns into a free fall. Patrick longs for a normal life for him and his young son. Unfortunately, his idea of normal doesn’t line up with his influential family’s expectations. Lucy must decide between toeing the line and claiming the love and friendship she’s dreamed of, while taking a little revenge along the way.

Lucy’s Revenge includes an all new crossover with my fellow Siren author and friend, Morgan Ashbury, a.k.a. Cara Covington…

In Love Under Two Private Dicks, the intrigue surrounding the loss of Carrie and Chloe’s inheritance to their deceased parents’ business partner leads the men of Lusty straight to Divine. In the process Lucy is brought face to face with Beck’s old love.


The heavy scent of early spring rain filled the air as Beck O’Malley charged out the front door of The Dancing Pony, his cell phone held to his chest. The noise of the downpour wouldn’t make it much easier to hear the phone call outside but at least he had a little privacy. Another couple exited the club as he took a couple of breaths, and tried to swallow around the tightening in his throat. An unwelcome sense of foreshadowing hit him as he heard the chorus of “Wanted You More” by Lady Antebellum playing inside the club before the door swung closed. 

He’d hoped to hear from Chloe Rhodes for the better part of a year. He needed to hear her voice but was afraid of what she’d say, and his heart was in his throat. Was she ready to come home? Did she need him to come get her? He hadn’t prayed in a long time but he sent a fervent prayer heavenward.

“That’s better. I can hear you now,” he murmured as he strained to hear every sound, every nuance of her voice on the other end of the call. 

 “I called your place and left a message, but I really wanted to give you my news myself. In real time.” Her voice was like silk sliding over his nerve endings, her familiar accent a caress to his soul. Then her words and the hesitancy in her tone registered. The damp chill in the air sank into his skin through his shirtsleeves and gooseflesh rose on his skin. No

He swallowed again. “What news, Chloe?”

“I’m…I’m getting married. I…you know I’m living in Lusty. I met someone…” He heard a raspy chuckle and knew that sound. She was fighting tears. “I met a couple of someones, actually. Grant and Andrew Jessop. They’re good men.” Her words registered and pain flared in his heart and his head. His jaw felt locked shut as she quickly continued, speaking faster. She always talked a little faster when she was nervous. “You are a good man, Beck. I know there is someone special out there, just waiting for you. I know you’re going to find her.”

“Yeah, there was, and I already did.” He clenched his jaw until the pain swelled in his head. He’d held on all that time, holding out hope that she’d come back to him—that she’d change her mind.

He could barely hear her as she replied. “No, Beck. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t be that someone for you. And maybe—” His heart clenched when he heard her sob. “Maybe someday when you do meet your one and only, you’ll understand.” 

“You’re crying. You cried when you left.” She had such a tender heart and she’d cried as she’d left him the year before. He’d thought everything was fine between them and had even bought an engagement ring, bartering his services to Clay Cook to help cover the cost of it. The proposal hadn’t gone anything like what he’d hoped for. She’d cried and refused him. A week later she was gone. He’d never understood why his love hadn’t been strong enough to make her want to stay. “Chloe…I never wanted to make you cry.”

Her voice was stronger as she said, “You didn’t. You have never made me cry. It was just the circumstances. Any pain inflicted on me I did to myself. And you. God, I’m so sorry I hurt you. But I think that all along, I knew I wasn’t the one for you…and you weren’t the one for me.”

No. No. No! You were perfect for me. So perfect! The center of his chest felt like it was being torn open from the inside out. An involuntary quiver shook him and his jaw trembled. He held the phone to his ear and clutched his arm, trying to hold it together.

“I still love you, Chloe Diane.” A hot tear tracked down his cheek, followed by another one. “I don’t know how I’m ever going to stop loving you.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, and he could hear her heart in her words. “I wish…well...” Please don’t say you wish we could be friends. She let out a shaky breath. “Good-bye, Beck O’Malley. Take care of yourself.”

“Chloe—I—” Don’t beg. You’ll only hurt her worse and humiliate yourself besides. “Good-bye, Chloe Rhodes.” He held the phone to his ear until the connection ended. Tight with agony, Beck stepped out from under the deep awning, into the downpour.

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TAMING HER RACY WAYSTaming Her Racy Ways, book 5


[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, sex toys, HEA]
Marisol Santiago and Rafe Rodriguez were forced by their parents to break up when Rafe was a high school senior and Marisol was only fourteen, but they have never gotten over each other. When a tornado brings them together again eighteen years later, his parents force him to make a choice. Rafe Rodriguez has never defied his parents, but he will stop at nothing to win Marisol’s love.
Ellis McCree is smitten with Marisol after he offers to make one of her BDSM fantasies come true. She is everything he’s been searching for. But when he learns that Rafe intends to win her heart as well, Ellis knows the only way he can have Marisol is to share her with Rafe.
A searing betrayal by her best friend Ria, Rafe’s sister, drives Marisol into Ellis’s arms for comfort. But if she gives her heart as well as her body to him, will she lose Rafe in the process?


The silence between them was so awkward that Marisol almost started crying again. She needed to process everything that had happened tonight, but she didn’t want to do it alone. She wanted Rafe to stay. “Rafe, thank you for telling me earlier that you were just as afraid as I was. It meant a lot to me that you didn’t dismiss my fear.”

The look he gave her was so intense that she became confused. Had it been a mistake to say anything? She was so unsure about everything right now. Nothing she did or said seemed to make sense.

He brushed a lock of hair out off her face, and Marisol drew in a sharp breath at his touch. “Is that what you think I meant?” he asked quietly. “That I was afraid of the storm?”

“Um…yes.” What else could he have meant?

“You’d better try and get some sleep, Marisol.”

“Rafe, what did you mean then? Please tell me. What were you afraid of?”

He sighed and took a step back. “You aren’t making this very easy.”

“I’m not trying to make it anything. I’m simply trying to find out what you meant by that comment.”

The struggle on his face was so painful that it made her uncomfortable. What the hell was going on? “I wasn’t afraid of the storm, Marisol. I was fighting with every ounce of self-control I had.” His voice was so soft, but deep and exotic. It was easy to imagine they were lying in bed right now, gazing into each other’s eyes just before making love.

“I don’t understand,” she whispered, even though she understood perfectly. What she really meant was that she was afraid to believe what he was saying was real.

“Holding you in the dark like that…so close. All I wanted to do was kiss you.”

“Maybe you should do it now.” The second it was out of her mouth, she wished she hadn’t said it. This was all in his hands. In about ten seconds she’d either feel like the biggest chump on the planet, or her eighteen-years-long fantasy would finally come true.

He stared at her for so long without answering or moving that Marisol finally turned toward the door, intending to open it for him so that he could leave and she could drown her despair in sleep. As she moved, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

She moaned loudly against his full, warm lips as every fantasy she’d ever had about this man, and every moment of their four months together came rushing back at her. There might as well have been a second tornado inside her town house, concentrated just on the two of them.[j1]  All the elements were there. The freight train sound, the howling wind, and the dizzying whirlwind of chaos and confusion.

But one additional sensation hung over this storm that made it sweet, erotic, and sexy. Marisol was more aroused than she’d ever been, and she melted into Rafe’s strong embrace, never wanting to leave it. Her mind filled with decadent images, fueled by countless dreams over the years.

She parted her lips to let his tongue inside, and she moaned again as it moved over hers with familiar precision, sending waves of tiny contractions to her soaked pussy and jolts of electricity to her nipples. Wanton desire filled her body as she clung to him, pushing closer toward his hard, muscled body. His jeans couldn’t mask the erection, huge and rock hard. She wanted that dick inside her, filling every hole until she was so used up she simply couldn’t move.

Their parents had been convinced the two had had sex when Marisol was a girl of fourteen, but the truth was that they’d gone no further than what they were doing right now—hot, passionate kisses. And once, Rafe had cupped her left breast and then apologized, pretending it had been an accident. She’d let him because the sensation had been so incredible that she’d wanted more.

She wanted more now. She wanted everything she’d been denied for eighteen years. She wanted to make up for all their lost years together in one crazy, erotic night. When Rafe released the kiss and nuzzled her neck, Marisol moved her hands down his back. Her breath caught in her throat as his muscles rippled beneath her fingertips. She’d never seen him naked. He must be gorgeous, and she wanted to find out.

Mi tesoro…we cannot do this.”

My treasure. He’d always called her that when they were dating. She pulled out of his arms and looked into his beautiful black eyes. “Yes, Rafe, we can. We’re not kids anymore.”

He brushed his fingers over her face, and she caught them in one hand and kissed each fingertip. He groaned softly, and the sound fueled her arousal.

“Rafe, you want me as much as I want you. How can you deny it?”

“I’m not denying it, Marisol. But how can you want me after what I said to you?’


“When we walked along the river that day.” His face was full of pain, and suddenly understanding dawned. He thought she was still upset about what he’d called her.

“Rafe, I forgave you for that the second you said it. I know you were only trying to obey your parents, and there was no other way for us to end it unless you pretended to be cruel to me. I knew you didn’t mean it.”

He stared at her with incredulity. His mouth actually hung open, and she had to bite back the sudden laugh that threatened. “You’re not upset with me?”

She shook her head and moved back into his arms. “No. I’m not. I’ve never been.”

“I didn’t know. Marisol, I didn’t know.”

It didn’t matter. How could she make him see that? None of that mattered right now. “Rafe, please…please stay with me tonight. Make love to me.”

 He kissed her again, this time with a depth and passion she’d never known. It was slow and torturous, but Marisol savored each moment. Her body was on fire for his touch, but clearly Rafe was setting the pace tonight, and he was determined to take his time with her.

She shivered when he tangled his fingers in her hair and gave it a slight tug. “I want all of you, Marisol. You have to understand that.”

“I understand.” Anything. She’d give him anything right now. All he had to do was ask.

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