[Menage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M/F, werewolves, spanking, cropping, caning, whipping, sex toys, HEA] Two's company, three's a crowd? Not for Brax Mason and Conner Parker when they discover they have another mate who's found passed out on their land. Sarah Jane Hadley doesn't know who the two men whose house she wakes in are, but her heart and soul tells her to trust them. When she explains she is on the run from not only the mob but her own father, she thinks they will kick her out, or worse. What she doesn't expect ...
[Menage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M/F, werewolves, spanking, cropping, caning, whipping, sex toys, HEA] Two's company, three's a crowd? Not for Brax Mason and Conner Parker when they discover they have another mate who's found passed out on their land. Sarah Jane Hadley doesn't know who the two men whose house she wakes in are, but her heart and soul tells her to trust them. When she explains she is on the run from not only the mob but her own father, she thinks they will kick her out, or worse. What she doesn't expect is for them to turn into wolves and to tell her she is their mate. When Sarah thinks she has finally found a home and is truly loved, her world is shattered when she overhears Brax and Conner talking. Not wanting to wait for them to tell her it is over, she runs. It doesn't take long for Brax and Conner to realize Sarah has run and why. The question is can they find her before someone else does? ** A Siren Erotic Romance
Sarah Blake is a poet, novelist, and essayist who has participated in many writing workshops.
Born in New York City, Sarah Blake has a BA from Yale University and a PhD in English and American Literature from New York University. She is the author of a chapbook of poems, Full Turn (Pennywhistle Press, 1989); an artist book, Runaway Girls \ (Hand Made Press, 1997) in collaboration with the artist, Robin Kahn; and two novels. Her first novel, Grange House, (Picador, 2000) was named a "New and Noteworthy" paperback in August, 2001 by The New York Times. Her second novel, The Postmistress, was by Amy Einhorn Books/Putnam in February 2010. Her essays and reviews have appeared in Good Housekeeping, US News and World Reports, The Chicago Tribun and elsewhere.
Sarah taught high school and college English for many years in Colorado and New York. She has taught fiction workshops at the Fine Arts Works Center in Provincetown, MA, The Writer's Center in Bethesda, MD, the University of Maryland, and George Washington University. She lives in Washington, DC.
Good To Know
Some fascinating outtakes from our interview with Sarah Blake:
"In the three summers while I was in college, I tried out three different lives in my summer jobs -- full immersion: intern at an Art Auction house in NYC; kitchen girl at a dude ranch in Montana; jewelry store clerk in a tiny shop on an island off the coast of Sicily. I took the immersion a little too close to heart for my mother -- after the second summer, in my incarnation as a cowgirl, I announced I was thinking about quitting college, marrying the cowboy I was dating there, and becoming a rancher. How could I not? The cowboy left me love letters hidden in the horn of my saddle."
"I am a big gardener and re-arranger of furniture. The two are inextricably related, in my mind, to my writing. When I can't figure out a scene, or when I'm stumped as to why a character makes a certain choice -- I go out and dig, and plot and plan and rearrange. In the winter, handily, there are similar chances to plot and plan and rearrange inside the house. When I get an idea in my head about how a room might look, I am completely obsessed with trying it out, right then and there. One night I was certain that the problem with our living room was the rug and that the answer to the problem lay upstairs on the third floor in my son's bedroom. Never mind that it was eleven o'clock and he was fast asleep, and the bed he slept in lay squarely on top of the rug. I jimmied and lifted and snatched the rug out from under the sleeping child, hauled it down the three flights, and then lifted and lowered and hauled the furniture around down in the living room. By the time my husband came home at midnight, I had just finished rolling the rug out in the living room. We both stared at it. It was completely and totally wrong."
"I come from a big family of singers-around the campfire, in a cappella groups in school, in the back of the car -- and I love to sing, love to hear singing. Similarly, I grew up listening to grown ups talking at dinner, extending dinner late into the night, all of us ranged around a big table in the house my grandparents bought in the "30s in Maine. My idea of happiness is just that: many faces, many generations, much discussion, candles and talk while the dishes shift in the sink."
"I love fog. I love rain. I love the moment right after a play ends -- the second of pure silence when everyone in the theatre, actors and audience, are joined -- before the clapping starts and the actors bow and we pick up our lives again."