Today Clair’s Clan welcomes the very talented Tara Rose. I am so happy to see you here, Tara. Thank you for answering the questions. Your new book is on pre-order and I wish you many sales… Ok now to read what Tara has to say to us…
1. Will you tell us a little about yourself. Please include a picture if you wish.
I’m married to my true life hero and we have a daughter in college, who is finishing up a music performance degree in bassoon.
2. Why did you start to write? Have you always longed to write a book or was there a trigger?
I’ve been writing since I was eight years old, banging away on my mother’s portable typewriter. They were mostly stories about animals and aliens. That progressed to a notebook I carried all through school, containing hand-written stories about teenage angst.
3. What sort of books do you write?
I write erotic MFM ménage romance, both paranormal and contemporary. I’ve also written some MF romance. I love writing about small towns, convoluted family histories, angels, demons, and ancient curses.
4. How autobiographical are your stories?
I suppose there’s a little bit of me in every heroine, but I make up everything else.
5. Have you a favourite setting for your stories?
I love small, fictional towns.
6. Which author or authors have influenced you and why?
Oh goodness, there have been so many. I read To Kill A Mockingbird when I was ten and that had a profound effect on me, and on the way I read fiction. Stephen King was my favorite author for decades. I read my first romance when I was 19 – Sweet, Savage Love by Rosemary Rogers, and that set me on my romance kick which I haven’t abandoned yet.
7. If you could only have one book, which one would it be and why?
To Kill A Mockingbird. It’s perfection.
8. How do you get yourself in the mood for writing?
I don’t really need to do anything. I would rather write than eat!
9. What is the strangest place you have written in?
I once write an entire chapter in a noisy, crowded bowling alley with people all around me.
10. Have you ever experienced ‘writer’s block’ and how did you cope with it?
Never experienced it.
11.Where do you live? Tell us what you like about your town or city?
Right now I live in a fairly large city. It’s the capital city of the state. I like it because it’s easy to navigate and we experience all four seasons.
12. If you could live anywhere in the world where would you choose and why?
New York City. It’s the center of the universe. J
13. What is your pet hate?
Horrible grammar. LOL!!
14. Which fictional character do you wish you’d created?
Pretty much any Stephen King character.
1. A place you have always wanted to visit.
2. Favourite meal.
3. Best place to take a first time date
A long walk on a moonlit be
4. Most memorable moment in your life.
Meeting my husband
5. Most embarrassing moment.
Meeting my husband. J
6. Favourite room in your house.
My writing room
7. A TV programme you never miss.
Law & Order SVU
8 . A real person living or dead you wish you could meet.
President John F Kennedy
10. Do you celebrate Valentine’s Day?
New Release from Tara Rose
When Teresa Rodriquez returns to Racy under mysterious circumstances, police sergeants and Doms Carson Decker and Garrett Amato discover that more than gossip followed her home. While they can’t help falling in love with her, they must also contend with a man from her past hell bent on having her at all costs.
Teresa ran away from her abusive ex-boyfriend more than once, and each time he’s found her. As she falls in love with Carson and Garrett, she’d lulled into a false sense of security that this time she is safe from him, and from her past, forever.
But during the May 3 celebration marking the anniversary of the tornado that devastated Racy one year ago, Teresa is kidnapped in broad daylight. Can Carson and Garrett find her in time? Or will they lose the woman they each cannot live without?
When Garrett finally emerged, he slid into the back seat and they drove southwest, out of town. It didn’t take long to reach the bar, but Teresa was more focused on the various motels that dotted the highway as they drove. Was Ray in one of them? If he was, he couldn’t hide his car forever. Surely it would be spotted sooner or later.
As soon as they walked inside, there was no way Teresa could stay pre-occupied with Ray Hammond. The place was packed, but not so much that she felt claustrophobic. The music was loud, live, and she wanted to dance. To her complete surprise and delight, both Carson and Garrett were very good dancers, and even though she hadn’t been on a dance floor in ages, she was soon twirling and whooping with everyone else.
The guys took turns dancing with her, and Teresa loved every second of it. From the band’s cover of artists like Alabama and The Outlaws, all the way to the rough wooden floor and walls. She loved the entire atmosphere.
When they finally sat down to order food and drinks, she was tired, and had smiled so much in the past hour that her face ached. They ate greasy burgers and French fries, and split a pitcher of surprisingly good beer. Teresa had never developed a taste for it, usually finding it too bitter, but the guys explained that beer from nut ales tended to be less so. Carson launched into a complicated explanation of how different kinds of beers were made, and Teresa merely smiled and listened.
He and Garrett then discussed the differences between beer, wine, and other liquor, and how each were made. She didn’t understand the chemistry, and she really wasn’t all that interested in the differences between the various drinks, but it didn’t matter. She was with them, and they were all having so much fun. It wouldn’t have mattered what they talked about. She just loved to listen to them and watch them as they spoke.
They’d given her multiple compliments on how she looked tonight, to the point she had finally mentally vowed to find a way to pay Alexa back for the clothes, boots, and jewelry. She’d ask Luke for suggestions on what Alexa really loved, and then she’d save up her money to buy her a very special present for Christmas or her birthday.
After their food digested, they danced some more, including slow dances this time. Teresa closed her eyes, inhaling each man’s unique scent and committing it to memory. She’d never been on a real date with Ray or any man, for that matter. Not unless you counted eating at a fast food restaurant and then renting a movie afterwards as a date. She was proud to be seen with both these men tonight, and she’d never imagined having so much fun in a crowded, noisy bar. She hoped they’d come back here again, and often.
When they finally left, Teresa was so at ease with them that she hummed several of the tunes the band had played while they drove back to Racy, not even consciously aware she was doing it, until Garrett remarked on how nice her singing voice was.
“What? Me? Oh, I just do it. You know.”
“Well it sounds pretty damn good from back here. Sing something for us.”
“I can’t. Not when I realize people are listening.”
Carson glanced toward her, the dominant look on his face sending shivers up and down her spine. “Your Doms asked you to sing.”
Teresa didn’t want to sing. She wanted to jump him, but he was driving. She could crawl into the back seat and do Garrett, but it would be more fun to do them both at once. It struck her then that it would probably happen tonight. She’d have sex and maybe play with both men, at the same time. And they’d be in Carson’s house. He had a dungeon that she hadn’t yet seen. The possibilities were endless, and she squirmed on the seat as she imagined each decadent one.
“Well?” Garrett’s voice from the back seat was no less commanding than Carson’s had been.
She turned around and smiled at him, struck as she always was by how much he’d changed for the better since high school. “What would you like me to sing, Sir?”
“Your favorite song.”
“That’s a tough one. I like so many.”
“Pick just one,” said Carson. “Pick the one that sums up how you feel tonight, being out with both of us.”
Her heart melted, right then and there, not only at the words he spoke, but by the tone in which he’d said them. It was tender, passionate, and full of promises.
Teresa took several deep breaths, then sang the only song she could think of that would fit his request to a tee. It totally summed how she felt tonight. Cowboy Take Me Away, recorded by the Dixie Chicks.
By the time she finished, they pulled into Carson’s driveway. He got out, sprinted around to open her door, and pulled her close for a kiss so hot, she expected the pavement beneath her boots to melt. When he finally released it, her pussy was soaked and her clit throbbed. If it hadn’t been for the fact that his neighbors could easily look out their windows and see them, Teresa would have shed her clothes and leaned against the trunk of his car, begging them both to fuck her.
Garrett kissed her, tangling his fingers in her hair and tugging just hard enough to send yet more thrills through her body. She moaned and clung to him, knowing she’d do anything these two asked of her tonight. Anything.
When Garrett released the kiss, he picked her up in his arms and carried her inside Carson’s house, then set her down in the back hallway. “Where to?” he asked Carson. “Upstairs?”
Carson shook his head, gazing at her with so much intensity and lust in his blue eyes, she was certain she’d melt, right there on the vinyl floor. “No. It’s time she saw my dungeon.”
They helped her back up against the leather, then he and Garrett placed soft leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles, and attached them to the cross. Her nipples felt alive, as though she’d wandered too close to high tension wires, and she loved the feel of the air swirling around them and her pussy. The bodysuit was soft and comfortable, which she hadn’t expected when she’d first looked at it in Tye Me Up.
Carson placed the bag he’d brought from upstairs on the table and took out the bottle of lube and a box of condoms. Teresa bit her lip, hardly able to contain her excitement. She let erotic images of fucking both men fill her head. Why not? Tonight was all for them. She wanted to experience everything these two had in mind for her.
Carson unbuttoned his shirt sleeves and pushed them up his forearms, and this time Teresa moaned. It was such a sexy sight to see just his forearms exposed like that. When Garrett did the same, she simply tried to keep breathing.
He and Carson walked over to the wall with all the toys and whispered, pointing toward various things, taking some off the hooks and then placing them back on again. They were going to torture her with anticipation, but she loved it.
Finally, they selected several floggers and what looked like a leather strap, then they took down a riding crop and a small paddle with holes in it. She realized she was facing forward, and a sliver of fear tried to push its way in. Did they intend to use those things on her breasts and pussy?
They placed the toys on the table next to the lube and condoms, and then they walked over to the wall again. Teresa blew out a puff of air that fluttered her bangs, and Carson turned around to glare at her, but his eyes were filled with humor. “Was that a safeword?”
He chuckled and faced the wall again, where he and Garrett once more took things off the hooks, then placed them back on. When they finally returned to the cross, Garrett placed two items on the table while Carson picked up a long, dark purple flogger with thick falls. Teresa turned her focus back to what Garrett had put on the table. They looked like earrings but they had clips at the end, and the other item was a large-headed vibrator with a cord that plugged in.
“Eyes on me,” said Carson.
Teresa snapped her gaze to his face.
“What color are you right now?”
“Good girl.” His face and voice were all Dom, just as they’d been Tuesday night. Even Garrett was no longer smiling, but Teresa loved it. This was what she’d been waiting for.
Carson picked up the blindfold. “I really think we need this. She’s thinking too much. I can see it.”
“I agree.” Garrett took it from Carson and placed it over her eyes, then tied it behind her head. Teresa let out the breath she’d been holding. “Better already. Don’t you feel it, too, Teresa?”
“Yes, Sir.” He was right. They both were. She was much more relaxed now and focused only on their scents and the soft sounds of their bare feet moving across the floor. The first sensation was more tender caresses on her nipples and pussy. She moaned, tossing her head slowly back and forth as her arousal built to crazy heights within seconds. When a flogger lightly struck her first across the nipples, and then on the pussy, she yelped, but it hadn’t really hurt. She’d only been surprised.
“It’s deerskin,” said Carson. “Much gentler than what I used on you the other night.” He struck her on both spots again. “But don’t worry. We’ll work up from here.” She shivered at the tone in his voice, both teasing and devious.
She heard the vibrator turn on, and then cried out as one of them passed it over her nipples, back and forth, several times. He moved it to her clit and rubbed it just long enough that she thought she was going to come, but then he took it away.
That was followed by what felt like the leather strap against her nipples and then her pussy, several times. That stung, but at the same time Teresa loved it. She trusted them, and she wanted this. What Carson had done to her Tuesday night had made her hungry for more. She understood that this was playing and not abuse. She didn’t want to analyze why it felt so good as opposed to being hurt in anger. She only wanted to experience it at their hands, and enjoy it.
Every happy thought she’d ever had coalesced until it felt as if her brain would implode with all the emotions coursing through it. They licked her nipples and pussy lips, and in between that she was struck with the toys, but they alternated them. Soon, she lost track of who was where, and what they were using. In between the increasing number and intensity of the smacks, they used the vibrator on both areas.
Teresa lost all sense of time and space. The guys kissed her neck and whispered in her ear how beautiful she was, and how proud of her they both were. She couldn’t keep up with what they were doing because they kept varying the pattern, which only added to her excitement and built her impending climax to insane proportions. Each time she thought they were going to let her come, they removed the vibrator and began the alternating kisses, caresses, and swats with the toys all over again.
Tears ran down her face under the blindfold, but not from pain. She was overcome with joy and love for these two. She’d never felt anything so exquisite in her life.
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