Obscured by Tara Sue Me

Obscured by Tara Sue Me

Date of Publication: October 12, 2015

Blurb

From Tara Sue Me writing as Cat Waters:

There's the truth you know…. 

At age 16, Athena Hamilton traded her body for survival when a powerful Vegas hotelier and pimp lured her into his world. Ten years of turning tricks has taught her to trust no one and feel nothing. Yet a chance meeting with a childhood crush sparks hope for something more. 

The truth you believe… 

There's no way Isaiah Martin could want her. He's a pastor. Too good. Too pure. But when she learns her days are numbered, she runs into the safety of his arms and trusts his promise of protection. 

And the truth you never imagined... 

The aftermath of a tragic accident and a bitter betrayal leaves her destitute and alone. The one man she shouldn't trust offers her a chance to escape. But when good and evil collide, what do you do when the truth is Obscured?

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About Tara Sue Me

Tara Sue Me wrote her first novel at the age of twelve. It would be twenty years before she picked up her pen to write the second.

After completing several clean romances, she decided to try her hand at something spicier and started The Submissive. What began as a writing exercise quickly took on a life of its own. An avid reader of all types of fiction, she soon discovered she enjoyed writing a variety as well.

Tara lives in the Southeastern United States with her family, two dogs, and a cat.

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Teaser

Chapter One

The day I meet Isaiah Martin for the second time, I am running late. I pride myself on my punctuality, not to mention that my clients demand it, and I'm not paying attention to my surroundings.

I look at my watch again. Five minutes after. Shit. I scurry through the hotel lobby, making a beeline to the elevators. If luck happens to be on my side, I won't have to wait, but the elevators in the largest hotel in Las Vegas are notoriously slow.

Will the stairs be quicker? I glance over my shoulder. The stairwell is located on the other side of the large open atrium. With my client's room on the thirtieth floor, the elevator is faster, even if I have to wait. I turn back to the elevators.

And run right into a man standing in my path, overcorrect, and twist my ankle.

"Excuse me, ma'am," he says in a soft, cultured Southern accent, reaching out a hand to steady me. "You okay?"

"Damn it!" My ankle throbs so much I'm not sure I can walk. I gingerly put my weight on the hurt ankle and curse again at the pain.

Suck it up, Athena. This is nothing. Think about what'll happen if you don't make it upstairs in the next few minutes.

"Ma'am?" Mr. Southern Gentleman repeats.

"I'm fine." I tentatively move my foot side to side. "Just give me a minute."

"Why don't you come sit down and let me take a look at that ankle?"

"You a doctor?" Odds are Odds are he's just your standard pervert wanting the chance to run his hand up my leg. Even if he is a doctor, I'm not about to let him put his hands on me. Not a wise thing to do, since it's almost a certainty Mike will find out.

"No, ma'am," he says. "But I think you may need to rest that ankle just a bit."

"Really, I'm fine." I put my full weight on the ankle and nearly fall over as the pain sparks up my leg. "Ow. Ow. Ow.Hell."

He doesn't speak again, but takes me by the arm and leads me to a bench near the elevators. His head drops down and he runs a finger along my anklebone. Pokes and prods me. "I don't think anything's broken, but you should probably stay off your feet for the next little bit."

"Easy for you to say," I snap. "You're obviously not the one running late."

He looks up and our eyes meet.

Warm caramel eyes. His thick, black hair is long overdue for a haircut and curls up the tiniest bit at his neck. His firm lips give way to a perfect "O" of surprise at the exact moment I recognize him.

"Athena?"

"Isaiah?"

He embraces me with a crushing hug. "Imagine seeing you here. How are you?"

My spine goes rigid, and I don't return the hug. "I'm....I'm fine," I stutter while my eyes dart around the lobby, trying to see if anyone's watching me.

"I can't believe it's you." He is oblivious to my discomfort. "Are you in town for long?"

I force myself to stop scanning the area and focus on Isaiah instead. A cold chill runs down my spine as I take in his handsome features. The last twelve years have treated him well. No longer is he the awkward teenage boy plagued by acne and thick glasses. He's grown into the handsome man I always knew lay beneath the surface.

He looks at me in expectation. What did he ask?

I fiddle with the hem of my skirt. It rests just above the knee. "I live here."

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Inspiration is Where You Find It                                 

It’s not a secret that THE SUBMISSIVE started out as TWILIGHT fanfic. I wrote it in January 2009 when, believe it or not, there wasn’t a lot of BDSM to be found. FIFTY hadn’t happened yet, and I got quite a few emails saying, “OMG, He SPANKED her!”

SEDUCED BY FIRE came along when I decided to try writing a couple where the woman thought she might be submissive, but wasn’t sure. It was while I was in middle of writing that one of my most favorite things about writing happened: the story took over and showed me what came next.

I didn’t plan for Jeff and Dena to be a couple, much less one with history. They both popped up in the manuscript separately and unconnected. It was when Dena revealed her past to Julie, that I clued in and realized, “I know who she’s still love with!” 

I’m very fortunate to be surrounded by wonderful people I’m able to bounce ideas off and brainstorm with. Often times when I’m stuck, they know just the thing to get me back on track.

Oddly enough, my husband isn't a big reader, but he’s great with ideas. The basic twists for OBSCURED came from a conversation I had with him.

Inspiration also comes from researching. I can be looking up one topic and something I read or see will spark an idea for something else. For THE MASTER (Feb 2016) I was looking up information on tea when I discovered the rituals of tea service in BDSM. Cole’s from England, so I knew I could have fun with that.

She watched as he prepared his tea and copied on her own. Before too long, they were served tiny sandwiches and pastries. The silence and efficiency of the servers caught her attention, and she mentioned it to him.

“This is nothing.” He took a sip of tea. “You should see the service exhibited by a full-time slave at high tea. Perfection.”

Her hands trembled slightly at the thought. Just as quickly, she had a vision of Cole dressed in a three-piece suit, sitting at a formal table as she served him tea. She had on a short skirt and while she poured him water, his hand slid up her thigh.

While writing THE EXHIBITIONIST (Nov 2015) I researched mental play and that sparked a really intense scene I hadn’t planned.

I was prepared for his touch, but the sharp press of metal along my upper arm almost made me drop the bell.

Is that a knife?

I knew it wasn’t. Blood play was one of my hard limits. But it felt like a knife and it had stung and, holy shit, there was something wet on my skin. Panic clawed at my throat.

The feel of metal left my skin and his arms surrounded me, hugging me tight.

I was safe. I was safe. I was safe.

Inspiration is everywhere. You just have to look and listen. Trust me, if you pay attention, you find it.