The wonderfully talented Tara Finnegan is visiting today with her new book in the Corbin’s Bend series, His Forever Summer . Finally Carla gets her own story and I, personally, cannot wait to read this! Here is Tara’s blurb and excerpt. Make sure you click on the Amazon or any of the other buy links at the bottom and get your copy!
His Forever Summer
Carla Methon has tread on a lot of toes, men’s and women’s alike. But no one could be more dissatisfied with Carla than the lady herself. With a compunction to throw herself at every man within a three mile radius and a serious case of foot in mouth disease, Carla knows she is in desperate need of being taken in hand before she does any more damage to her reputation.
Kieran O’Brien needs to escape a broken relationship and he invites himself to spend a summer with his brother in Corbin’s Bend. But Kieran is a totally unsuspecting vanilla with no idea of the ethos of the community he is about to enter.
The pair strike up an unlikely friendship of vanilla and spice, with one stipulation – it is only a summer fling. By the time Kieran boards his flight to return to Ireland he wishes his summer could last forever. Can he find the courage, not only to admit the extent of his feelings, but to take on the role Carla so desperately needs him to be?
“Phew, it’s so hot, you’re drenched with perspiration. It’s going to be a scorcher
today,” Carla said as she threw back the bedclothes. She inhaled with an “Oh!” as she spied
his erection tenting his pants. Her fingers lightly trailed it, and Kieran grabbed her hand
“Don’t tease,” he warned. “I might not be responsible for my actions. I’m in bed with
a beautiful, naked woman. I’m already fighting my self-control.”
“Do you really think I’m beautiful, even after all I told you?” Carla asked in a
trembling voice. Kieran thought she was ready to cry again. He turned and kissed her hard on
the mouth in return, any resolve on behaving chivalrously now in a heap on the floor. To his
surprise, Carla returned his kiss. He plunged her mouth with his tongue, eager to possess her.
Having waited this long, she tasted so sweet. Kieran pushed her back so she was lying down
on the bed. His hands wandered up to those breasts he had been admiring daily in her bathing
suit. They were just like he’d imagined them. Small, pert and nearly all ripe, pink nipple. He
lightly rolled the peaks with his fingers and heard Carla gasp.
“Too hard?” he asked, but she shook her head.
“No, it’s too good,” Carla said with a moan.
She responded so beautifully, he thought, as she arched her body into his touch. His
hand wandered down towards her midriff, then lower. He found her small, neat tuft of hair
and probed further finding her clitoris which was moist, hot and swollen and oh so begging
for his touch. She parted her legs for him and moaned again. He manipulated her little magic
button until she was writhing and bucking on the bed beside him, shrieking her pleasure.
He just had to taste her there. His mouth started at her mouth with a deep kiss
followed by light nips to her lips, trailing down, pinching first her neck then her pebbled
nipples. He took them one by one in his mouth, rolling them with his tongue, tracing the
areola, sucking and biting on the peaks. Then his tongue trailed slowly down her tummy to
the top of her pubis before finally allowing himself to taste her there: the source of her nectar.
Her sex was soaked before he even got that far and the scent coupled with the essence made
him want to explode.
The best things in life were worth working for he concluded.
The accidental writer, that’s me!
A lot of writers will tell you that they dreamed of being a writer for years and were making up stories from they were knee high to a grasshopper. And a lot of them loved English class.
I dodged all forms of essay (not even bothering to look for an original or plausible excuse) and entertained myself and by poor desk mate during my English classes by very rudely paraphrasing and taking the mickey out of Francis Bacon…yep, looking back, that’s probably when I should have had my first good spanking. If not for wasting my own education, then surely for distracting my misfortunate neighbour.
Then I started an affair with my computer, so much so that I nearly had to be surgically removed from it. And what’s an affair without a good measure of hot sex and erotic spanking? And that’s how it happened!
When I’m not writing, I’m a wife and mother living in the West of Ireland. My job description varies from taxi service, washerwoman, chief cook, gofer and general finder of lost items. The writing has to fit in around that.
Previous publications are Exile To Unity (Corbin’s Bend Season One Book Three), My Naughty Little Secret, and Mastering Maeve.