Submissive on the Run by Tara Quan
The Story Behind the Book
Sometimes,
supporting characters take on a life of their own. After selflessly aiding in
the affairs of others, they sulk in the back of an author’s brain, broadcasting
their past, present, and future until surrender is nigh. Thus was the case with
Kim Tran, the intrepid dungeon monitor from Submissive on Display.
Unbeknownst to the heroine of the first book, Kim has some unfinished business
with the hero’s best friend (small world, I know). He insisted I give them a
chance to sort things out, and, being a Dom, he has a knack for getting his
way.
Submissive on the Run drags
me back to Las Vegas’s renowned Carnivore Club, a multi-author world first
penned by Kate Richards for Decadent Publishing’s 1Night Stand Series. This
interracial BDSM romance stars a feisty sub with a strong right hook, who must
contend with a spoilt rich boy determined to win her back. An ill-mannered cat
and Madam Eve’s matchmaking service unite them for a night of exhibitionistic
fun, which ends in a capture game and a scorching happily ever after.
To celebrate my
return to BDSM romance this year, I’m giving away a $15 gift card. To enter,
leave a comment here and drop your details in the Rafflecopter widget at the
bottom of this post. [or at my website: http://www.taraquan.com/submissiveontherun
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Submissive on the Run by Tara Quan
Obscene wealth
and a toxic family taught Joss Bradlee to care about no one. He moved through
life in a caustic shell, fending off gold-diggers with his sharp tongue and
abrasive personality. But a stubborn submissive saw past his nonchalant act,
and he fell hard and fast for a girl he didn’t deserve. When she accidentally
stumbled into the line of fire, he moved heaven and earth to protect her, even
if it meant letting her go. Ten months later, he ensures her safety and tracks
her down, finally ready to claim the one person that matters. The only
problem—she wants nothing to do with him.
On the run for
close to a year, Kim Tran receives a surprise call from the man who’d put her
life in danger. His family hired assassins to kill her, but he’s somehow
convinced they still had a chance. With their entire relationship built on a
lie, she resists the instinct to sprint straight into his arms. Faced with a
social divide no sane person would bridge, she cuts her losses and breaks her
own heart. But the Dominant she loves has other plans, and he’s spent his
entire life getting his way. Too late to run and with nowhere to hide, she
faces an adversary well versed in all her weaknesses.
At the
Carnivore Club, two exhibitionists meet for a battle of wills, lured by a
one-night stand service, misplaced cat, and several helping hands. With the aid
of handcuffs, disciplinary measures, and a capture game, a reluctant sub
rediscovers the pleasures of bondage, the thrill of display, and the ecstasy of
surrender.
Genre: BDSM Romance, Erotic Romance, Interracial/Multicultural
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About the Author
Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance
author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and
a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, Tara enjoys tossing her kick-ass
heroines and alpha males into exotic contemporary locales, paranormal worlds,
and post-apocalyptic futures. Her characters, armed with magical powers or
conventional weapons, are guaranteed a suspenseful and sensual ride, as well as
their own happily ever after. To receive updates about her new releases and get
a free sexy read, subscribe to her mailing list at www.taraquan.com/newsletter.
Excerpt
Her fingertips
tingled by the time she reached the interrogation room. Sucking air into her
lungs, she flattened her palms on the entryway. Regaining equilibrium through
the slight chill, she focused on spacing out her breaths. Her nipples might
have tightened to painful peaks, moisture might coat her palms, but she had no
doubt she’d spend the night alone.
The Dom she
wanted to play with resided on the opposite end of the continent. Even if he
were right in front of her, she wouldn’t—couldn’t—allow their lives to tangle
again.
Squaring her
shoulders, she turned the knob and pushed the heavy slab. The ground dropped
out from under her the moment she spotted her date’s familiar reflection in the
two-way mirror.
Joss’s mouth
curved, the smile grooving his stubbled jaw. White cuffs peeked out from the
ends of his gray jacket sleeves. Silvery links glinted under the white,
fluorescent light. With his pale hair tied in a queue at his nape and his
collar open, he embodied a modern-day Viking.
“I come in
peace.” He lifted his wrists, which were handcuffed together and chained to a
metal ring on the floor. Full of mischief, his jade eyes sparkled. Her reaction
to his playful salutation brought an unwelcome realization. Time hadn’t muted
the bond between them, their sizzling chemistry all the more potent because of
the months spent apart.
The sight of
him shattered her defenses. Trouble in an expensive suit, he’d worn the same
wicked expression when they’d met. It was her first day working as a hostess at
a BDSM club in Boston. They’d chatted, he’d swung by her station a few times,
and, after her shift, he’d materialized with a piping-hot pumpkin spice latte
in hand.
Even then,
she’d suspected him to be more than he seemed—a ruthless man wearing the mask
of a dilettante. She should have walked away, should have trusted her instincts
and steered clear of someone so far out of her league. While claiming to be a
corporate errand boy, he’d drawn attention wherever they’d gone, his charisma
as palpable as the crisp scent of his expensive cologne.
But the
heartbreaking loneliness she’d sensed had stretched their walk into a stroll
along the Charles, a harmless coffee into hours of conversation and laughter.
Despite her misgivings, they’d become friends. That step, she’d never regret.
“What are you
doing here?” The impulse to throw her arms around his broad shoulders an
obsession, she rooted her heels to the floor. All dreams must end. Hers did
months ago.
Why, then, did
it feel as if a new one was about to begin?
What
type of reader are you?
I have a
confession: I’m a romance reader.
Growing up, my
parents wanted me to express an interest in the classics. So I faked my way
through works by Charles Dickens, discovered I very much enjoyed anything by
Jane Austen, and realized I didn’t have the patience for Leo Tolstoy (no, not
even Anna Karenina). For the sake of dinnertime debates with my better half,
I’ve braved Richard Dawkins’ The Blind
Watchmaker and skimmed Jared
Diamond’s Guns, Germs, and Steel.
But a quick
perusal of my past Amazon.com purchases reveal the undisputable truth. My favorite
authors are Cherise Sinclair, Kresley Cole, and Nalini Singh. The books I read
all fall under the same genre.
So what makes
me a romance reader?
1. I can’t stand it when books don’t end in a
happily ever after. In fact, I almost always read the final pages of every book
first, just to make sure nothing bad happens. As much as I adored Erich Segal’s
Love Story, I will never re-read it.
The books on my shelf with worn pages and creased spines are ones with endings
that make me smile. Many of them also feature covers with lace-lined bodices
and handsome rogues.
2. I’m a sucker
for a love story. Don’t me wrong—I’ve strayed from the romance genre on several
occasions. The fantasy lands of George R.R. Martin’s The Song of Ice and Fire and the sci-fi planets of Frank Herbert’s Dune both lured me to sample other types
of fiction, but even those stories contained characters who loved and made
sacrifices for love.
What can I say?
I’m a hopeless romantic. I like reading books about people who fall in love, who
then live happily ever after, and, who, upon occasion, have a bit of kinky sex
along the way.
On the subject
of kinky sex, to celebrate an unexpected return to BDSM romance, I’m giving
away a $15 gift card. To enter, leave a comment here and drop your details in
the Rafflecopter widget at the bottom of this post [or at my website: http://www.taraquan.com/submissiveontherun].
Thanks so much for hosting me!
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