Taught | Tarilyn Sparks
Cypress Springs Trilogy #1
RELEASE DATE: 06.08.18
If two are better than one, then three must be… perfection?
Out of housing options while she works to complete her thesis, Kara Clarke sneaks into the drama building to spend the night—and almost finds herself kissing a wrecking ball the next morning.
When she’s rescued by Jack Donoghue—the fun-loving, sexy foreman of the crew responsible for demolishing the building—he takes pity on her and takes her home to meet his boyfriend while she figures out what to do.
Dr. Theo “Teddy” Whitman is Grecian-sun-god-gorgeous, highly intelligent, and feared by all the students at Cypress Springs College—especially his TA, Kara.
Although they both want to run the other way when they realize who Jack is trying to introduce them to, Kara and Teddy find a way to make peace once Teddy discovers the situation she’s in and Kara realizes that he’s not as gruff as he pretends.
Kara feels safe enough to take the men up on their offer to stay in their guest room. Besides, how much trouble could she get into by staying with two gay men? Except… they aren’t gay. They’re not only bi, they’re both intrigued by the sweet PhD student.
While Teddy helps his grad student finish her thesis, Kara helps him—and Jack—learn how much fun it can be when you add a third heart to your home.
This is the first in a trilogy about three best friends finding their forever. Each book can be read as stand-alone and definitely has an HEA. It is intended for audiences over 18 years of age since it includes scenes between all three characters in every way you can imagine—and maybe a few more.
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Teddy stood up and leaned over to kiss me. “And you think you have nothing to contribute,”he said. I reached up and threaded my fingers through his.
Kara’s eyes darkened. “Is it time for bed?” She asked, her voice hinting toward what we all knew that meant.
That night, like so many nights since the night we went bowling, Kara walked up the stairs to our bedroom, her hands in our hands. We formed a chain, three in a row, her in the middle. For weeks, we’d done this. Every night we made love, and she stayed in our bed and slept between us, like she’d been there all along.
That night I lay awake long after she and Teddy had fallen into gentle breathing and drifted off to dreamland. The drapes were open, and the warm night air billowed the fabric framing the window.
I watched Teddy and Kara, sunken into the bedding and spooning like old lovers. The breeze fluttered Kara’s hair, and Teddy adjusted to pull her closer.
We made a great trio. And everything between us was so good and easy. Why couldn’t it be like this forever? But thinking that way, even hoping for it, was unrealistic.
All good things must come to an end, especially flings with temporary house guests who were just getting ready to start their lives.
The last thing Kara wanted was to be tied down to us. She had her whole future ahead of her. Only an asshole would try to take that away from her for his own selfish desires.
I inhaled as deeply as I could, steeling myself against melancholy. I just needed to enjoy this time while we had it. It felt so magical, I had to memorize it, soak in every detail, so I could remember it always.
I looked out the window, trying to remember my place in the universe. Trying to keep perspective on it all. High in the sky, a waxing moon shone down on us. The moon would get larger before it would shrink again. It worked in cycles, just like life did. I just had to enjoy this cycle.
After a moment, I squeezed my eyes and opened them again, this time looking beyond the moon. There, deeper in space, in a larger place than our solar system, glittered billions of stars. I knew they moved, and I knew their light might be years old, but they seemed constant to me. More constant than the moon. Maybe they only lived millions of years, but that was almost like forever.
Maybe we could have Kara for the lifetime of a star, and not just for a cycle of the moon.
But maybe that was too much to hope for.
I’m a fun-loving chickadee who’s probably either cuddling my precious kitten, dreaming about my latest book-boyfriends, or plotting my next book about some lucky lady caught in the middle of a beefcake sandwich.
I wrote my first short story in a college English class, and have been hooked ever since! Now if I’m secretly writing my own alpha male fantasies into my books, well… you can’t blame a gal for dreaming.