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  Passion Peak, Colorado 6

  Convincing Rowena

  Vance "Van" and Rowena Sommers Whitney are Passion Peak’s favorite vanilla couple. Up until now, that is. As they seek to add BDSM play to their marriage, Passion Peak is once again in the news when new treasure hunters descend on the town.

  Rowena is still struggling with trust issues from a past relationship she thought was dead and buried but has resurfaced during her BDSM experimentation with Van. A road trip to visit her friend Eve’s family in Racy, Indiana, puts Rowena in touch with new friends who help her start to deal with the past and her trust issues.

  At home in Passion Peak, Van is not happy to learn the home he shares with Rowena is once again a target for five seeking the secrets supposedly buried inside it. When Rowena returns home and is kidnapped by two of these men, Van races against time to save the only woman he has ever loved.

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary

  Length: 45,875 words

  CONVINCING ROWENA

  Passion Peak, Colorado 6

  Tara Rose

  EVERLASTING CLASSIC

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  CONVINCING ROWENA

  Copyright © 2014 by Tara Rose

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-62741-288-9

  First E-book Publication: January 2014

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  DEDICATION

  Thank you to all my readers who loved Van and Rowena enough to give them this story. I hope you enjoy it. 

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copywright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  About the Author

  CONVINCING ROWENA

  Passion Peak, Colorado 6

  TARA ROSE

  Copyright © 2014

  Chapter One

  Rowena Whitney smiled as her husband, Van, pressed his body into hers from behind and covered her eyes with his hands. He whispered in her right ear, “I have two more presents for you, but they’re upstairs.”

  “Oh? Two more, eh? Did you grow a second cock overnight?”

  Van nuzzled her neck and chuckled softly, sending shivers up and down Rowena’s spine. “That would be some Christmas miracle, wouldn’t it?” He uncovered her eyes and took her hand. “Come on, gorgeous. One was a spur-of-the-moment decision. The other one you asked for.”

  She followed him up the stairs. “I did?”

  “Yes. Two months ago.”

  Rowena frowned as they rounded the corner at the top of the stairs and made their way into the bedroom. Two months ago had been late October. She didn’t remember asking for anything specific. There were two wrapped presents on the bed. One was the size of a shoe box, and the other was the size of a toaster, or perhaps a coffeemaker.

  Van scooped the larger box off the bed and handed it to her with a big grin on his face. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

  Rowena placed it on the bed to open. “Is this the one I asked for or the spur-of-the-moment-decision?”

  “It’s the one you asked for.” He looked like a kid trying hard not to spill a huge secret. Rowena tore off the wrapping paper and squealed when she saw the distinctive gold and navy blue box from Sassy Brassy, the fetish shop downtown on Juniper Street. She hoped it was the shoes she wanted. She still didn’t remember telling Van about them, but maybe Brassy had said something to him? Instead of shoes, she pulled out a sparkly-handled flogger with thick, maroon falls. Rowena stared at it, uncertain what to say.

  “She had to special order it.”

  She turned around and gazed into her husband’s face. He actually beamed. “Special order it?”

  “Yes, Rowena, that’s what I just said. I asked her what kinds of things you usually look at when you’re in there, and she said you seem to prefer maroon and sparkly stuff. So I found one in a catalog Brassy had, and she ordered it for me.”

  Rowena tossed it on the bed. “You’re not coming near my ass with that thing.”

  Van opened his mouth but nothing came out. The disappointment in his eyes nearly broke her heart. Rowena couldn’t bring herself to tell her husband of two and a half years that she was secretly dying to know what it felt like to be flogged, but her fears outweighed her desires right now. She’d always been this way. Afraid to tell anyone the truest desir
es of her heart. When you grew up with an older sister and four brothers and you were in the middle, your dreams and aspirations got pushed aside for important chores like emptying the dishwasher and scrubbing the toilets.

  “You knew I was going to buy one. You said you wanted me to.”

  “I know I did.” She remembered now. What he’d just said was true. She had said she wanted him to buy one. But Van should be used to her changing her mind by now. They’d known each other for twenty-nine years, after all.

  She held up her hands. “I remember what I said on Halloween, but now that I see it in person, it looks too…too harsh. Too scary.”

  Two months prior on Halloween, they’d attended Nash Stonecraft’s annual party for the first time, even though he held them every year. Van had made a joke about buying her a flogger for Christmas, and she’d told him to go for it. But now she’d changed her mind. It was that simple. Or at least, it should be. Nash, who was the sole heir to the Stonecraft fortune, owned the family mansion on Cheyenne Boulevard and operated Indulgence, the only BDSM club in Passion Peak, Colorado from its basement. Van and Rowena had been there for collaring ceremonies, but only because most of their friends were in the lifestyle.

  Van advanced toward her, grinning, and as always when he resorted to that level of deviousness, her pussy grew wet. His blond, blue-eyed, all-American looks had never dimmed, despite him now being closer to forty than thirty. At times she still saw him as the same adorable second-grader that she, at the tender age of five, had fallen head-over-heels in love with on her first day of kindergarten. “You’re not playing fair.”

  “What are you talking about? All I’m doing is walking toward you.” Van had been her big brother Jake’s best friend all through school, and she’d worshipped him along with every other girl in the Passion Peak school system each time he caught the football in a gravity-defying leap to win game after game for the Passion Peak Cougars.

  “Right. Just walking. But with that damn grin on your face.” They’d danced around a relationship all through high school and he’d kept in touch with her the four years that Rowena had lived in Hollywood, trying to break into movies as a costume designer. When she’d returned home to Passion Peak, all their friends had gone to elaborate lengths to get them both to stop being so damn stubborn and realize how perfect they were for each other. Once he’d worked up the courage to ask her to marry him, she’d finally agreed after debating about it for six months.

  “You’re free to go. I’m not holding you here.” His grin grew larger, and the lust pouring out of those deep blue eyes made her clit throb. It would do no good to back up. Her legs were against their bed as it was. No wonder he’d insisted on opening this present in their bedroom.

  She eyed the second unopened package on the bed. So much for shoes. It was probably filled with chains or some such shit. “You know when you look at me that way I can’t refuse you anything.” Her voice came out feathery, which was unlike her. Damn him and his blue eyes and full mouth.

  His gaze raked her over and she sat on the bed, utterly defeated. He could see right through her. He had always been able to. And she loved him for it even while she fought against revealing her deepest, darkest secrets to him every day of her life. She’d trusted a man with those once, and he’d betrayed her in the worst possible way.

  But Van wasn’t Brandt Fontaine, Oscar-winning movie star who collected girlfriends like some people collect salt-and-pepper shakers. And unlike Brandt, Van had never trashed her budding costume design career with an e-mail full of false allegations sent to industry contacts. And he’d never paraded his infidelity in front of her face like a string of trophies. No. Van had stuck by her side even when she took off for the bright lights of Hollywood, fresh out of high school, with stars in her eyes and the unfailing belief in a dream.

  He picked up the flogger and stood in front of her, clad only in sweat pants, his dick tenting the front of them. He brushed the falls against her right arm, still grinning, and Rowena grit her teeth to force back the moan that bubbled up. Chains she could not deal with. In fact, her kinky friends teased her all the time about her aversion to them. But floggers…ever since she’d first seen one in Sassy Brassy, the fetish shop downtown on Juniper Street, when she was eighteen, she’d been fascinated with them.

  “See?” he asked, his voice smoky and warm. “It’s soft, like well-worn leather. This is actually deerskin. Nash said that’s the best material for a beginner.”

  There was something so sensual about the idea of them caressing her skin that made her want to shed her PJ bottoms right now, bend over the bed, and tell Van to just go for it. Why couldn’t she let go of her inhibitions about this one tiny thing? It’s not like she was a prude in the bedroom.

  Far from it.

  Van had been talking to Nash about BDSM play and various lifestyle aspects for months now, only Rowena hadn’t known that until the night of the Halloween party. She hadn’t been upset to learn it. She’d been secretly thrilled. So why couldn’t she simply relax right now and let him try out the damn flogger? He’d never hurt her for real and she knew that. Her pussy was soaked and her clit throbbed. Obviously the idea of getting swatted with the damn thing turned her on.

  He brushed the falls against her other arm and she shivered. He would see that. He was too sharp to miss something like that. “See? They don’t hurt at all, do they?”

  She shook her head, remembering how she’d caressed the flogger in Sassy Brassy that day. Briana Salmon, whom everyone called Brassy, had come over to see what she was doing, and had then glanced around before asking Rowena who she was in the store with. Since she’d been in there with Carma Mandanici, her best friend who had also just turned eighteen, Brassy had watched them like hawks. Now, Rowena was one of Brassy’s best customers.

  “Then again, you haven’t hit me with them, yet, so I don’t really know if they hurt or not.” She and Carma had been so excited to finally be allowed inside Sassy Brassy, they’d both gone the day after Rowena turned eighteen. Carma’s birthday had been the month before, and it had been all the two had talked about in the interim.

  He struck her arm with it, but all it did was produce a soft thud, as if he’d punched her without any real effort. Did he know how to throw one? She’d listened to Carma and Eve, another friend, talk about the skill their Doms had in throwing floggers. Had Nash been giving Van lessons? If he didn’t know what he was doing, she could get hurt for real.

  “How about if I try it over your PJs? Just once?”

  “How do you know what to do with it?”

  He blushed, but only slightly. Anyone who didn’t know him as well as she did would likely miss it. “Nash showed me.”

  “How often have you been going there?”

  “You’re changing the subject, gorgeous. Now stand up, turn around, and bend over.”

  Her first instinct was to tell him where to shove the flogger, and it didn’t involve any place on her body, but when she looked into his eyes, something inside her melted and she had to swallow hard against the lump in her throat. She’d been in love with this man for twenty-nine years. And he’d pursued her for almost that long. He’d always been there for her, even when she’d acted like a stubborn fool.

  And the simple truth was that she wanted this. She’d wanted it for longer than she’d ever admit to anyone, including her kinky friends. What would be the harm in letting him swat her with the silly thing a few times? He’d play-spanked her enough times now that she knew she enjoyed it, although he’d certainly never given her a spanking like her friends routinely got. So if he got off on smacking her with this piece of deerskin a few times, all the better, right?

  Rowena smiled, and when Van pumped his fist in the air, she had to laugh. The obvious delight on his face made her feel like the sexiest woman on the planet. How could such a simple acquiescence bring a man so much pleasure? She rose and rubbed her breasts across his bare chest, watching his face the entire time, waiting for that glaze t
o come over his eyes and his lips to part slightly. The first time they’d made love they’d both cried. It had been that moving and magical for them, and all these years hadn’t dimmed their sex life one tiny bit.

  Maybe this would enhance it? Not that it needed a spark, but what harm would it do? All her friends certainly enjoyed this play. Maybe it was time for her to stop being so damn stubborn about it and give it an honest shot?

  “Stop that. Turn around.”

  The expression in his eyes didn’t match his words, but she was determined to give him what he wanted this morning, so she turned around and pulled off her tank top, even though he hadn’t asked her to do that. It was Christmas, after all. And she loved to tease Van. It excited them both and always had.

  She jumped when he smacked her breasts with the flogger from behind. How much had been practicing? As she started to turn around, he stopped her by tugging on her hair, not enough to hurt her, but so that she knew he meant business.

  “I love this color.” His voice was warm and smoky, and Rowena shivered.

  “Do you? Carma wasn’t sure about it.” She knew he didn’t give a shit right now what she and Carma had discussed when they’d decided on caramel as Rowena’s color-of-the-quarter, but she found it difficult to form a coherent thought, and that was the first thing that came to mind.

  “The cinnamon was nice, but this is richer.”

  He nuzzled her neck, and this time she couldn’t stop the moan. “You sound like you’re describing a box of chocolates.”

  “And you, my incredibly sexy and turned-on wife, are trying very hard not to enjoy this.”