Chasing Their Racy Destiny (MFM)

Racy Nights 14

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 48,454
14 Ratings (4.5)
[Siren Ménage Everlasting:Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, paddling, cropping, flogging, forced-seduction role-play, sex toys, HEA]
When NSSL researcher Kenna Bowman comes to Racy to study the weather in a partnership with Notus, she clashes with Doms and storm chasers Dale Sinclair and Tim Malloy. She thinks they’re cowboys who don’t understand the science behind meteorology, and they think she’s a lab rat who has no clue what it’s like out in the field.
When she’s forced to hide in their basement during a surprise storm, she also spends the night with both men. Thunder and lightning aren’t the only things they study.
Tim and Dale have long since given up on finding the right woman, until they meet Kenna. But Kenna had her heart broken years ago and is afraid to give it away again.
When a series of misunderstandings and lies leads Kenna to believe Tim and Dale betrayed her, she flees Racy, only to be pursued by the men, who brave a tornado to win her love.
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Tara Rose is a Siren-exclusive author.

Chasing Their Racy Destiny (MFM)
14 Ratings (4.5)

Chasing Their Racy Destiny (MFM)

Racy Nights 14

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 48,454
14 Ratings (4.5)
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Cover Art by Harris Channing
Well, I'm from Oklahoma so this storyline was of great interest to me. I loved it! Tara really did her research about storm chasing and it showed in this story. Kenna was the perfect woman for Dale and Tim, although I did get a little ticked at them when they though she had betrayed them. It all worked out though and we get another triad to love in Racy!!!!!
I love visiting Racy and seein who gets their HEA next! Kenna, Tim and Dale did not disappoint. I love Tim and Dale and how they finally figure it all out. Kenna needed a little more self assurance but it does happen! As always, Ms Rose does not disappoint us with the story plot and the building of the characters. Can't wait to see who's next to find their hearts in Racy!
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4 STARS: "CHASING THEIR RACY DESTINY is a story that perfectly illustrates the emotional requirements. Kenna is a researcher who is in Racy temporarily to study storm patterns. Dale and Tim are "storm chasers", the guys out in the field trying to collect the data that Kenna needs to analyze. When the three of them are briefly stuck in a storm cellar together, they realize that they all have some strong opinions about the others' work. They also realize that they are wildly attracted to one another. After a brief debate about whether or not they could ever have a relationship with a "lab rat", Dale and Tim decide they can't pass up on these strong feelings of instant attraction. Once the three of them switch from work talk to talk about the dungeon that Kenna saw while entering their storm cellar, things quickly heat up. The relationship does not start without some bumps as all three of them have some insecurities they need to move past. And just when things seem to be smoothing themselves out, they are all reminded of Kenna's temporary status in Racy and an incident occurs that makes Dale and Tim question Kenna's loyalty. Between the low self-esteem, the vastly different careers, and the lack of trust, this relationship may have too many obstacles to overcome. This is my favorite Racy book in quite some time; I fully enjoyed the story and the characters. I enjoy a book with a good antagonist; someone who creates some drama and tension. However, I felt that there were too many crazy, psycho, ex-boyfriends or ex-acquaintances showing up in Racy. The major struggle in this story takes place in the characters' heads. While Kenna does have a mentionable ex-boyfriend, he damaged her confidence and therefore her current struggle is with herself and not with him. This is also the case with Dale and Tim who feel people often underestimate them because of their jobs. And neither of them feels they are deserving of a smart, beautiful woman. While all three of them work in the field of tornado research, there is some tension and competition between them because Kenna works in the lab and Dale and Tim work in the field. There are so many emotional obstacles that rear their ugly head, and Ms. Rose writes them beautifully. The lack of trust that comes with low self-esteem, simple triggers that can set off years of insecurity--they are all portrayed honestly. These characters didn't simply forget all of their doubts and past experiences because they began a great new relationship; they had to work hard. This story is a shining example of how trust and love can rebuild a person's emotional well-being, and how someone with emotional scars can find happiness. Another great Racy story!" -- Lynn, The Romance Reviews

5 COCKTAILS: "YAY! Tara Rose strikes again! “Chasing Their Racy Destiny” is another winner…and not just because the heroine’s name is Kenna, either :-) Kenna is an NSSL (National Severe Storms Laboratory) researcher who is working on a project at NOTUS in Racy. She studies storms from the safety of her lab, and she’s ok with that. Tim and Dale also work for NOTUS, and they work in the field. Some may call them “storm chasers.” Kenna’s always had the misplaced idea that people like them are cowboys, not serious researchers. That all changes one evening when she stops to say hello to them on her way home from work…with a big storm on the way. Everything takes off from there. Kenna finds some interesting things on the way to their storm shelter in the basement. Things that she’s always been interested in, thanks to the books she reads, but has never tried. She also discovers that Tim and Dale aren’t like the chasers that all those reality television shows focus on. What follows is a well written, interesting, and INCREDIBLY sexy story. It’s exciting, and I learned quite a bit. Did I mention that it was INCREDIBLY sexy?? The love scenes were so hot that I needed a nice, tall glass of ice water to cool myself down. Remember that this IS a BDSM tale, so there are floggers, spanking benches, St. Andrew’s crosses, and many other fun little toys. There is also an intense role play scene involving “forced seduction”, but it’s extremely erotic, and Tara makes sure that the reader is repeatedly informed that the whole thing is completely consensual (interesting that the second half of that word is “sensual”). This is book 14 of the “Racy Nights” series. I suppose it could be read as a stand alone because there is some exposition about the various residents and past events in town, but I highly recommend that you start at book one (“Winning Her Racy Heart”) and move your way up. I loved this one! Of course, I love all of Tara’s books. Each one becomes my new favorite, but this one will always hold a place in my heart. I still wish that there was a way that I could pack my bags and move to Racy, Indiana. I think that I could fit right in. Definitely pick up a copy of this one!" -- Kenna, Cocktails and Books

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Kenna moved away from the open window before anyone could see her, especially since she was only wearing one of Tim’s shirts that she’d pulled out of a drawer. What if Noah came into the house? She knew who he was. She’d been introduced to everyone her first day, and his blond hair and blue eyes had reminded her so much of Jacob that she’d had to look away from his cool gaze.

But she hadn’t realized he was Dom until now. She assumed that Maddox’s club was a BDSM club, but also hadn’t realized that Adison Kincaid was also a Dom, or that he shared a sub with Noah. At least, that’s what she thought Noah had meant by mentioning that he and Adison had been at Maddox’s club with Kari.

She knew Adison by name only. She’d had to contact his security force plenty of times to escort her to her car when she’d stayed too late at work. It freaked her out to be one of the few left in the building, even though she’d been told Racy was fairly safe, and no one bothered the Notus facility.

And she knew who Kari was only by name as well. She and Alexa Monahan had a fetish store on Lawnview Drive called Tye Me Up, which Kenna thought was very clever since Kari’s last name was Tye. Kenna had driven past the shop plenty of times, but never gone inside.

She realized she had a lot more to learn about BDSM community in Racy than she’d ever imagined. It must be very close-knit, if the easy way Tim, Dale, and Noah talked about it was any indication. But what she hadn’t realized was how many people she’d seen every single day at Notus who were in the lifestyle.

Although, there was no reason for her to feel out of sorts now that Noah was here, was there? Surely if it was accepted in such a large organization as Notus, then no one would question her having spent the night Tim and Dale’s house.

And since the guys had said she’d seen the dungeon, they must not mind that anyone knew. She’d have to ask them what she could or couldn’t say, if asked. Not that she expected to be asked. She’d made no real friends yet, only work acquaintances, and the subject of BDSM had never come up.

As the enormity of what she’d done last night washed over her, she walked into the living room off the foyer and took a seat in the nearest chair. The memories dancing through her brain were erotic and they made her pussy tingle, but at the same time she realized how little she knew. The books hadn’t come close to adequately preparing her for the reality of playing in the dungeon last night. And nothing she’d read had prepared her for what it was like to have sex with two men at the same time.

What the hell was she doing here? They were on the front porch, calmly discussing the events of last night as if they did this all the time. They’d said they didn’t, but still…Noah was a co-worker of hers. And so were Tim and Dale. What did that say about her? What would happen at work Monday morning? Would the entire building know she’d spent two nights here?

She couldn’t even leave and go home right now. She hadn’t driven her car here. That had been stupid, and Kenna wasn’t used to doing stupid things. She was used to planning out every detail of her actions. She was used to being organized and on top of things. She did nothing on the fly or off the cuff. Never.

Well, those days were over, apparently. Because everything she’d done in the past twenty-four hours had been unplanned, spontaneous, and completely out of character.

She ran up the stairs and put on her clothes, but then stood in the middle of the room, staring at the messed-up sheets and comforter. They’d all spent the night in Tim’s bed. They’d asked her to stay with them all day. If she went home now and didn’t return, what would they think of her? What would she think of herself? She didn’t want this to end. It had barely begun.

“Fuck it all.” Kenna sat on the edge of the bed and put her head in her hands. She was so confused. Last night, everything had seemed so perfect. So right. They’d said all the things she’d always wanted to hear, had taken care of her, and she’d had experiences she’d only fantasized about. When they’d asked her to stay today, she hadn’t even hesitated. What else did she have to do?

But now, in the harsh light of day, after listening to them talk to Noah on the front porch as if this were simply business as usual, she wasn’t sure she could do this. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to try. It made no sense to her. There was no order to it. What had Dale said last night? That there is no normal in BDSM? But if that were true, how would she know what to expect? Where would she go for answers to her questions? Against what standards would she measure everything they did, or her responses to it, or even if she was doing this sub thing correctly?

Kenna’s entire life had been structured. It made sense to her. There was a right and wrong way to do things. Even her relationship with Jacob had progressed in a way that mirrored her friends’ relationships. It followed a logical path. But this didn’t. Nothing she’d done last night followed a path that she’d been able to discern. She hadn’t thought any of it through ahead of time. She’d simply reacted to her emotions, and gone with her gut.




Kenna swallowed hard at the look in his eyes. If she didn’t know him, she’d actually be afraid right now. This was so damn exciting she couldn’t even process any of it. She was so glad they’d told her about this fantasy, and she hoped they had more. “Well then, I guess you’re not getting paid for any of the work you did.”

They exchanged a glance, and she caught a quick glimpse of the Tim and Dale she knew. But when they turned their gaze back toward her, the line techs who demanded payment were back. Dale moved toward her, taking a few steps, and Kenna forced herself to stay where she was. Every nerve ending was on fire. How far would they take this? Would they want her to fight back, or simply protest a little?

She’d never been this excited in her life. Every time she didn’t think these two could get any sexier, they proved her wrong. What was wrong with the women in this town? They should be lined up down the street, all the way into town, waiting for a chance to fuck them.

“Now, look here,” said Dale, pulling her to her feet. “You’re paying us for the work we just did, one way or the other.”

She shook off his grip, trying very hard to stay in character. Her heart was pounding and her palms were now damp. She tried not to let her gaze roam over them, but it was difficult. She wanted to devour them right now. “How dare you? I’m calling your boss myself.”

Kenna brushed past them but didn’t get far. Tim grabbed her arm and pulled her into a rough embrace, kissing her. He shoved his tongue into her mouth and it was almost impossible for her not to wrap her arms around him and kiss him back. Her entire being responded to him in a way that hadn’t happened before.

Was that because this was supposed to be forced on her? And if so, what did that say about her? She was an adrenaline junkie in hiding, that’s what it said. And Kenna loved it. She absolutely loved it, and wanted more.


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She tried to push Tim away but he was much too strong, and he had both her arms pinned. She brought her right leg up, not intending to actually kick him, but Dale moved behind her and wrapped his leg around hers, hissing in her ear. “Don’t even think about it.”

Tim released the kiss and gave her a look of incredulity. Kenna almost broke character to tell him she’d only been play-acting as well, but then realized he knew that. “Bad girls who don’t pay their bills and then try to kick their line techs in the nuts get spanked.”

“What? You can’t do this to me. Your boss will hear about this.”

“Our boss doesn’t care what we do.”

Tim picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Kenna yelled and hit his back with her fists, but not too hard. She didn’t really want to hurt him. He dumped her unceremoniously on the sofa, then crawled on top of her, pinning her entire body with his. His dick was rock hard and Kenna could barely breathe. She was so aroused, she could hardly think.

He nodded toward Dale. “See what’s in that black bag.”

“No! Stay out of there. That’s private.”

Tim arched his brows. “Really? So it belongs to you, then?”

Dale pulled out the bondage cuffs and held them up. “These might prove useful.”

“Put those back. They’re not yours.”

Dale pulled out the rose flogger. “Oh, I’d love to use this on her ass.”

Tim cupped her face and kissed her again. This time Kenna struggled more, and when she brought up her hands to try and push him away, Dale caught them and slipped the cuffs around her wrists before she knew what was happening. He clipped them together, and then Tim released the kiss and ground his cock into her groin.

Kenna moaned, but she tried to make it sound like fear instead of the intense arousal coursing through her body. “Don’t hurt me,” she whispered, hoping they knew she was playing.

“We won’t,” said Tim, “as long as you don’t try to hurt us. No more kicking, understand?”

She nodded. When he sat up she brought her bound wrists together in front of her, but he caught them and gave her another look of incredulity. “I can see we’re going to have do something a bit more severe to her.”

“Stop this. You can’t do this. Take these off me. I’ll pay you what you want.”

“Too late.”

Dale dug in the bag, and then he pulled out a coil of rope she hadn’t seen before. He threaded it through the rings on the cuffs, and then he tied it to one of the sofa legs. Tim took the second coil of rope from Dale and moved toward her ankles with it. Kenna kicked at him and tried to keep him from wrapping it around her left ankle, but not because the rope hurt. It was soft, not coarse like twine. She remembered reading about rope specifically made for bondage, and guessed that’s what they were using.

“I told you not to kick me.”

“Don’t tie me up. I’ll pay you.”

Dale held her right leg. “And we said it’s too late for that now.”

Tim tied each ankle, and then they attached the other ends of the rope from each ankle to the sofa legs. She was spread-eagled, wearing nothing but an old shirt, tied up and completely at their mercy. And her pussy was soaked. She was surprised the juices weren’t running down her thighs. Her breathing was rapid and shallow as she glanced from one man to the other, waiting to take her cues from them. It was going to be very difficult to pretend she didn’t want this. Surely they knew that. But she wanted to give them this fantasy, and was determined to play along with it as much as possible. “What are you going to do to me?”

“What do you think?” asked Tim, unzipping his pants.

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