5 STARS: "A new book in the Passion Peak series sees Wes, whose family owns an alpaca farm, and who works as an IT expert at the local power company, trying to get up enough courage to ask out Summer the receptionist there. Wes is very shy, but has been taking lessons in being a Dom, even though he has no idea how to approach Summer with even the thought of a date, let alone a BDSM relationship. He takes a chance on inviting her to the local BDSM club, where both of them end up being mentored by Dalton. Both of them are fast learners, and Summer sees a side of Wes she never dreamed possible. As the three fall in love, there are still sinister forces at work in the town, and Dalton has to outrun his problem causing family in order to remain with Wes and Summer. Summer has always been the poor girl, and she can’t believe the two men would want her, with her thrift shop clothes and clunker car. I like all the Racy Indiana, plus the Passion Peak novels and Training Summer is just as good as all the others. I keep thinking Rose will run out of characters or ideas for her ménages, but it seems there’s always something new under the sun with her. Looking forward to the next one." -- Alberta, Manic Readers
4 STARS:"As always I love a book that has a BDSM storyline, and the story weaves itself around 3 characters mainly. Summer, a sweet girl from the “wrong side of the tracks”, Dalton from the right side of the tracks but with a few skeletons in his closet and lastly Wes another from the right side of the tracks, but shy and unsure of himself. Indulgence is a BDSM club that all three characters go to. Wes and Summer are new to the lifestyle; Dalton steps in and agrees to train both of them. I loved the storyline, but the “buried treasure” was a bit convoluted for me; I saw the need for that part in story line though. The only other part that bothered me was the relationship between Wes and Dalton. Again I see the need; neither situation took away from the story. I adored Summer and my heart went out to her. I can’t imagine two sexier men to learn BDSM with and together. The way Ms. Rose wrote the hot, sexy BDSM scenes gave a lot of credit to the lifestyle. Yay!! It was fun watching the new Dom come into himself as well as the sub learning the ropes. Immerse yourself in the story, feel the passion the caresses invoke, maybe even squirm a little yourself as you read some of the scenes (smiles). This was hard for me to put down, I hated to finish it. Dalton, Wes and Summer grew into each other. Learning to trust and communicate means a lot in any relationship, with BDSM more so. The part of the rich looking down on the less fortunate is real enough, I’m sure we’ve all seen or heard of it happening. I will be recommending this book to my friends, have fun with it and enjoy. "RomFan Reviews
4 COCKTAILS: "Wow! There is really something to be said for a good mentor/student/student relationship! Tara Rose’s “Training Summer” has one of them, and it was delightful to witness. Wes and Summer are curious about BDSM, and Dalton is stepping in to show them the ropes (pun intended). As the story moves on, the three of them must face many challenges on their way to happiness, and, you, as the reader get to ride right along with them. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I love Tara Rose’s books. They’re well written, clever, and the suck you in from page one. The sex scenes are scorching…really, really scorching, but they’re distributed throughout so you’re not overwhelmed by them. Like her “Racy Nights” series, the “Passion Peak, Colorado” series has an ongoing plot, a mystery really, and even though they can be read as stand alone books, you’ll get more out of the story if you read the series from the beginning. I’ve learned a lot from Tara’s books. I didn’t really know much about the BDSM lifestyle but was curious, and through her, I am discovering a whole new world. She gently leads you into scenes so that the really heavy play doesn’t hit you at breakneck speed, but you do get there. There is romance, but it’s not sappy. The characters are real and down to earth. They have families, jobs, and friends. You’ll want to know them, and most of all, you’ll want to pack your bags and move to Passion Peak. I highly recommend “Training Summer”. You won’t be disappointed." -- Kenna, Cocktails and Books
He was about to call Wes when he caught a whiff of perfume that he’d smelled at Shady Pines on Wednesday, and glanced up to see Summer coming down the stairs. She was dressed in a royal blue PVC halter top and matching skirt. Her boots were black, and her hair was loose. He blinked a few times, uncertain if he was hallucinating, and then he burst out laughing. “Summer, take off those damn earrings, right now.”
“What?” She looked at him as if he’d just asked her to eat a bug.
Wes finally appeared, and Dalton had to bite back the urge to laugh a second time. Why hadn’t Ian told this guy how to dress in here? He was wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and sneakers. Dear sweet Jesus.
“Why should I take off my earrings?” Summer looked confused. Dalton decided it was time to find out why these two were here before this went any further.
“Well, for starters, they’re as big as Wyoming. You get those caught in rope or cuffs, and you’re in big trouble. Secondly, if they’re hanging in front of your face, I can’t see it. If I can’t see your face, I can’t judge your response to anything. If I can’t do that, I’m not doing my job as a Dom and a mentor. Take them off.”
“But they look sexy,” said Wes. He actually had puffed out his chest.
Dalton stared from one to the other. Wes looked like a mother lion, protecting her cub, and Summer’s jaw was open, but Dalton wasn’t sure if that was because she was shocked by what he’d asked her to do, or by what Wes had just said. And what was even more confusing was the look in her eyes. If that wasn’t lust, he’d eat a flogger. But which of them was it directed toward? How long had she and Wes been dating? He had no idea. He was going to kill Ian the first chance he got for putting him in this situation tonight. “Okay. Let’s forget the earrings for a second. Come over here so we can talk.”
He turned and walked toward one of the benches set in an alcove. When he didn’t immediately hear the sound of footsteps behind him, he glanced over his shoulder to make sure they were following. Dalton forced his face to remain neutral. Wes now looked like a scared kid, and he hated that. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. He should talk to Wes alone, but how was he going to accomplish that without making Summer think the worst?
Once they were all inside the alcove, Dalton sat at one end of the bench and motioned for Summer to sit between him and Wes. “Look, I’m only trying to keep you safe, okay? Those things are too big to be worn in here. You’ve watched scenes before, right?”
She nodded, looking less shocked than she had a moment ago. Dalton tried not to stare at her, but she was so damn pretty. Her big green eyes looked like emeralds in this low light. Finally, she took off the giant hoops and held them in her hands. “They matched the outfit, so I wore them.”
He couldn’t help but smile this time. “And under any other circumstance, they would be perfect.” Dalton leaned back and crossed one ankle over the opposite knee. “Now, tell me what you both want to do tonight. Are you here to watch, or do you want to play?”
“Play.” Summer’s eyes gleamed, and Dalton gritted his teeth as his damn dick jumped to attention. How the hell had he landed in the middle of this?
Wes snapped his head toward her and then glanced at Dalton again with a challenge in his eyes. “Ian said you would only be here to guide us.”
Dalton studied his face for a second or two, and then he leaned forward and placed a hand on Summer’s forearm. She flinched a little, but not in a don’t-touch-me way. More like she was surprised but didn’t find his touch unpleasant at all. “Summer, could you excuse Wes and me for just a moment? We have some unfinished business to get out of the way, or I’m afraid this evening will be a bust.”
“Oh. Okay. Of course. I’ll just pop into the restroom for a while.”
As soon as she was out of earshot, Wes started to speak, but Dalton cut him off. “Look. Let’s just cut to the chase, okay? I'm sorry for what happened in high school. I was a prick. But I’m not sixteen anymore and neither are you. I’ve changed. People can do that, don’t you agree?”
Dalton watched, fascinated, as the indignation drained from Wes’s face. “Sure. Yeah. People can change.”
“So, do you accept my apology, Wes? Because honestly, I can’t help you and Summer tonight if all this crap from when we were stupid kids is still hanging over our heads.”
“Sure. Okay. Thank you.”
“Good. Now, Ian didn’t have time to tell me what you and he and talked about, but topping someone is about way more than flogging them or tying them up in a pretty pattern.”
“I know that.” He may have indicated that he’d accepted Dalton’s apology, but his voice was still too defensive.
“So, you also realize that it’s about trust and communication, right? It’s about getting to know a bottom or a sub so well that you anticipate their needs and know when they’ve reached their limits before they have to safeword. Have you and Summer played together at all?”
Wes shook his head. “No.”
“She’s been here to watch but I don’t believe she has any actual experience. What have you and Ian worked on?”
“Flogging techniques, bondage safety, safewords, things like that.”
He ticked off the list as if he were reciting code. Dalton sighed. IT dudes…they thought everything in life lined up all nice and neat in pretty packages that made sense. “When she comes back, I want you to ask her what she wants to do tonight, okay? She’s your date, Wes. She obviously wants to experience what it’s liked to be topped, so start now. Put on your Dom face and act like you mean it.”
Her pulse raced. Were they really going to eat her out right here in the club, while she was tied to this cross? The images racing through her mind were out of control. Summer had never been this aroused. She heard scraping as though someone had dragged a chair across a wooden floor, and then strong hands grasped her breasts and someone kissed her. She wasn’t sure who it was, but she no longer cared.
Hot desire spread through her like flames, consuming the last bit of insecurity that remained. She wanted both of them, and if they laid her on the carpeting and fucked her in front of the entire town she wouldn’t care. She parted her lips to let his tongue inside as he teased her nipples into taut peaks. Between her legs, the other man licked her clit and teased the opening to her wetness with two fingers.
Summer could do nothing except moan constantly as he released the kiss and then trailed his tongue down her neck and between her breasts. He teased the sides, moving in tiny circles closer and closer to her nipples. If this was Wes, she was going to lock him in her apartment later and beg him to fuck for about a week straight. Where the hell had this come from?
The man moved away and then different hands continued to massage her breasts and play with her nipples. His touch was different, but no less skilled and arousing. Whoever was now between her legs sucked hard on her clit and slid two fingers into her soaking wet pussy.
She screamed as a second crazy orgasm rocked her body. The other man sucked one nipple then the other, and that only enhanced the contractions zinging through her body. When they both finally stopped, the blindfold and ropes were removed. Summer almost stumbled as she tried to step away from the cross, but Wes caught her.
“Do you need to use the bathroom?”
“Yes, Sir. I do.”
“Let me help you.” Wes held onto her as he walked her toward the bathrooms. Under any other circumstances, Summer would feel ridiculous walking to the john in only her boots, but right now she didn’t give a shit. Wes waited for her, and when she came out he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “Thank you for this, Summer. Thank you so much.”
She shivered as she tasted her own pussy juices. “Thank you, Wes. For all of this.”
Fresh waves of desire coursed through her body. When they reached Dalton again, he had moved a wooden chair further into the corner and motioned them over. Summer started to get on her knees, but Dalton pointed toward the chair. “It’s okay this time. You must be a bit dizzy still. Thank you for this, Summer.”
“Thank you, Dalton. This is what I wanted.”
“And it’s not quite over. Have a seat.” She did as he asked, then he lifted her head with one finger tucked under her chin. “Is it all right if we tie you up again?”
They hadn’t told her exactly what they wanted, but considering they’d both just given her oral sex, she assumed they wanted her to give them both blow jobs. She’d never done that while restrained, but it might be a lot of fun. “Sir, if I…um…if I need to safeword, how will you know?”
Wes grinned, and the lust shining out of his eyes forced a soft moan from her lips. Dalton nodded. “Good question, Summer. Wes, there’s a red tennis ball in my bag. Will you get it please?”
He did, and then Dalton handed the ball to her. “Hold this in your right hand. If you need to safeword, drop it. We’ll see it that way.”
They fastened rope around her wrists and her boots at the ankles, and then tied it behind the chair. Summer sneaked a glance around the rest of the room. They were tucked back into a dark corner and no one was around, plus both men now stood in front of her. No one would really be able to see anything, even if they glanced toward the trio.
“Do you want the blindfold back on?” asked Wes. “Would that help you feel less exposed?”
She shook her head. “No, Sir. I think that might freak me out at this point.”
“You did agree to this, Summer,” said Dalton.
“Yes, Sir. I know I did.” She gave him what she hoped was her sexiest look, and was rewarded with fresh desire filling his eyes. She squeezed the tennis ball, hoping they would indeed see it if she had to drop it.
Both men unfastened their pants, and Summer couldn’t help but moan at the sight of their cocks. Big, thick, red, and slick with pre-cum, they pointed straight toward her. It was the ultimate fantasy come true. She only wished they were going inside her pussy instead, but maybe that would happen one day?
Dalton teased her lips with the head of his dick. “Don’t open your mouth until I tell you to.”