[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, spanking, flogging, wax play, sex toys, HEA]
When Angela Davidson asks Doms Nash Stonecraft and Ian Malloy to train her as a submissive, she gets more than a flogging demo. She’s in danger of losing her heart to the two charismatic, sexy Doms. But what will happen when they discover her secret?
Nash Stonecraft doesn’t fall in love. When you love someone, they die. After losing his parents at a young age and having to manage his family’s business ventures on his own, Nash lives a life of mystery and intrigue, including running a private BDSM club in his home. But he’s lonely and unfulfilled, until he meets Angela.
Ian Malloy has been unlucky in love, and he hopes Angela will change all that. But can he share her with Nash without jealousy ripping him apart?
When a fake ghost hunter searching for buried money on Nash’s property shows up and Angela gets caught in the crossfire, both men might lose her forever.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Tara Rose is a Siren-exclusive author.
5 STARS: "Coming off a ten-year relationship that ended badly, Angela knows there’s something missing from her life. She asks Doms Nash and Ian to train her as a submissive. She finds she loves the life, but commitment problems, external forces, and lack of trust create problems for the three, that they may never recover from. I have been reading Rose’s Racy, Indiana stories, along with this newer series based in Passion Peak, and enjoyed them all including Mastering Angela. Rose has a unique view of the BDSM lifestyle, and usually gives at least a few lessons in every book for those who have not experienced it or maybe even a different viewpoint for those who might have had some background. Looking forward to the next book in the series." Alberta, Manic Readers4.5 STARS: "This trio is dynamite. Nash is more of a loner, preferring quiet solitude at his home and BDSM club rather than flitting around town. Ian is social and very personable. Angela is their perfect partner…she quiet and distance because of being cheated on repeatedly by her ex boyfriend but is very social and a gossip (not a malicious one, mind you). They complement each other on every level. Watching Angela learn to trust Nash and Ian after years of unfaithfulness by her ex is satisfying and heartwarming. The men are smoking hot and sensual, if a little bit masochistic for my tastes. I love the surprise pregnancy thrown into the mix, as well. The storyline moved at a comfortable and fast pace. Highly recommended. It is a fun, solid, hot, and entertaining read." -- Christina, Nice Ladies, Naughty Books
4 COCKTAILS: "I really enjoyed “Mastering Angela”. Once again, Tara Rose brings is a very well written, clever, and fun read. Angela, Nash, and Ian really click. The title pretty much says it all. Angela asks Nash and Ian to train her to be a submissive, and they are more than willing to do just that. Of course, like all of Tara’s books, there is another story going on in the background, and it’s quite interesting. I’m not going to give spoilers, but let me say that a less than honest fellow has come to Passion Peak, Colorado to do some less than honest things. You’ll have to read the book yourself to understand what I mean ;-) I think the reason that I liked this book so much is that Angela was truly “mastered”. She’d had her fantasies, but she’d never had the proper experience, and she had no real knowledge of BDSM protocol. Nash and Ian are patient Doms, and they never push Angela to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with. They taught her the importance of a safe word, and they were actually concerned with her hard limits. Certainly there were punishments, but they were never just for punishment’s sake. With every Tara Rose novel, I learn a little bit more about the lifestyle, but it’s never thrown in my face or overwhelming. The scenes are sexy. In fact, they’re really, really HOT, but it’s the way that the three interact with each other outside the bedroom that make the story great. As usual, we meet other characters from town, and they always play a part in what’s going on in the background, and of course, they’ve already had, or will have, their own story eventually. This is the second book in a five book series, but you can read it as a stand alone. However, I do recommend that you start with the first, “Seducing Carma”. This way, you’ll be in on the beginning of the underlying mystery. As I mentioned, this is a BDSM oriented menage book, so there are toys (floggers, restraints, etc.) and impact play involved. It’s not constant, and it does play an important role in the story. Also, there is no intimate contact between the men. I highly recommend this book. It’s very satisfying." -- Kenna, Cocktails and Books
Angela Davidson could count on one hand the number of times she’d seen Nash Stonecraft out in public since he’d returned home to Passion Peak, Colorado after earning his master’s degree, but she’d be damned if this wasn’t the second time in one week. “Nash, I think you’re stalking me. First I see you at Expressions and now here.” She laughed but then reined it in as a look somewhere between surprise and annoyance passed across his handsome face. Ouch. So much for her attempts at humor.
She stared into his eyes, struck by how deep blue they still looked, even outside in the bright sunshine. Perhaps it was because they were shaded by his dark-brown cowboy hat? “Are you here to watch the parade?”
Duh. Juniper Street was lined on both sides with people doing exactly that. Could she sound any denser? The Founder’s Day parade had been rescheduled because heavy thunderstorms had prevented it from occurring the week before, but there was no threat of rain on this sultry mid-August Saturday.
“I am,” he said, the corners of his mouth upturning slightly. She couldn’t blame him for finding her question amusing. Nash glanced behind her. “Are you here with anyone?”
“Not today.” She hoped he wouldn’t ask about Brett Warner, her longtime ex-boyfriend. Talking about him would spoil a perfect day. “How about you?”
“Ian Malloy is supposed to be joining me. Do you know him?”
Of course she knew him. Ian had been a patient at Passion Peak Dentistry, where Angela worked as a dental assistant, since before Angela had been in grade school. “Yes, I do.”
He eyed the brown paper bag in her hands. “What did you buy?”
The same craft tables that had been out the week before during the Founder’s Day festival had been set up again today at the east end of the street. Angela pulled out the delicate necklace of woven leather and red and orange beading. The colors had caught her eye, but it was the workmanship that had compelled her to buy it. “Isn’t this beautiful? Do you know Sandra and Chris Noel? They make this jewelry and normally sell it on consignment at Nancy’s Novelties on Shoshone Road.”
A quick flash of recognition passed across his face as he brushed a finger along the necklace. “This is really pretty. And yes, I know them. They’re regulars at Indulgence.”
Indulgence was the BDSM club Nash operated in the basement of his house, and it wasn’t exactly mainstream talk in this town. Angela was a bit surprised to hear him mention the name so casually in this crowd. She put the necklace back in the bag and craned her neck to the west as the sound of the Passion Peak Cougars Marching Band reached her ears. It was tradition for them to open the parade each year.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you there with Brett,” he said quietly.
She snapped her gaze back to his handsome face. As far as Angela was concerned, Brett was history. He’d cheated on her one too many times, and she was done with that game. “I’m not with him anymore.”
His gaze roamed over her tank top and then back up to her face. He wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he’d just checked out her boobs. Those deep-blue eyes bore into hers, full of questions which, if he asked them, Angela probably wouldn’t have been able to answer. This man had a presence about him that made her want to kneel, call him “Sir,” and do anything he asked her to.
“Why don’t you stop by again sometime?”
Well, she couldn’t have orchestrated a more perfect invitation than that. What was it about this man that made her want to throw him to the ground and rip off his clothes? He looked nothing like he had in high school. Late bloomer? Or, had she simply not looked past the skinny kid with the perpetually sad face who’d been so shy that most people hadn’t even known his name? “I didn’t realize it would be okay to come alone.”
She removed Ian’s shirt and reached for the waistband of his pants. “Sit back down,” said Nash. “And if you try to make yourself come again, I’ll tie you down and flog you, sore ass be damned.”
Heat rose up her neck and face as Ian chuckled. “Yes, Sir.” Angela unzipped Ian’s pants, but she didn’t pull them down yet. Instead she ran her hands over his impressive bulge until he began to squirm. Behind her, Nash continued massaging her ass, and when Angela finally pushed Ian’s pants down to his ankles, Nash reached under and began to play with her soaking wet pussy.
Angela fought to keep from coming, but it was nearly impossible. She suspected he knew that, and a thrill ran through her at the amount of teasing these two had subjected her to. No man had ever spent this much time on foreplay or her pleasure. It was exotic and decadent, and she loved every second of it.
Ian wore red satin boxers, which Angela thought funny in light of Nash’s earlier comment on this not being a porno, but she didn’t say anything. Instead she bent over and fastened her mouth on his dick through the boxers.
“Oh Christ,” he whispered, pulling harder on her hair.
Nash slipped two fingers into her pussy and flicked her clit with the other hand. There was no fucking way she could hold off the orgasm. “Don’t come,” he said in a warning tone.
She was dying. The more she teased Ian’s cock through the fabric, the closer her climax inched. Finally she straightened up. If she got flogged for this, oh well. “Sir…please…I can’t hold it off any longer. Please let me come. Please.”
A look passed between the men over her head, but she didn’t dare turn around. Nash removed his fingers and Ian removed his from her hair. “Lie down, on your back.”
She turned around and did as Nash asked, her entire body shaking now with need and anticipation. Nash turned her toward them and pulled her hips close to the edge of the bed while Ian pushed a chair over. Nash took a seat and draped her legs over his shoulders, then met her gaze.
Angela moaned at the look of raw lust in them. She tried to remember when she’d been this aroused and couldn’t. She could hardly believe this was happening. She’d never wanted to be fucked so badly in her life.
“This is how hot and ready we want you every single time we play,” he said, brushing his finger over her clit.
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. He fastened his mouth on her clit and pushed two fingers into her pussy, and she screamed her throat raw as the craziest orgasm she’d ever had crashed over her. The contractions went on and on, even when he pulled his fingers out and stood up.
Angela watched in disbelief as Ian took Nash’s place. The grin on his face sent shivers up and down her spine. Ian licked her wet slit, and each time he flicked his tongue over her clit more contractions started. He kept it up so long that Angela was certain she’d pass out from sheer pleasure. When he finally stood up, Nash handed her a bottle of water and she drank the entire thing.
When she finished, Ian stood in front of her and placed both hands on her head. “I could eat you out all night long, but right now, you’re going to take out my cock and suck it dry.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. She pulled down his boxers and couldn't help her reaction at the sight of his red, thick, dick. “Oh, baby…”
Ian chuckled at her words then moaned softly as Angela licked the head, and up and down the shaft. She even licked his balls, which he’d shaved. Ian held her head still, and once she’d taken him into her mouth, he pushed more of his cock inside, but Angela didn’t mind. She’d always loved giving head, and she relaxed her throat muscles so she could just go to town. Ian made satisfied noises in the back of his throat as he fucked her mouth, and when he came, Angela made sure to swallow every delicious drop.
Nash didn’t wait long to step in front of her once Ian was finished. He didn’t ask her to undress him. He merely undid his pants and pushed them down, along with his royal blue boxers. “I can’t wait any longer. You’re too fucking sexy.”
Angela tore her gaze from his impressive cock to look into his eyes. “Thank you, Sir.” Then she started to lick him the way she’d done to Ian, but Nash tangled his fingers in her hair and tugged it.
“Suck me, Angela. I’m ready to explode.”