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The Hunt for Snow – Release Day & Excerpt

Hello Readers!

I wanted to post an excerpt of my brand new release today, The Hunt for Snow. It’s a fun twisted fairytale about the Snow White and Huntsman myth.

Blurb: Every ten years a convention is held in a neutral location where people from all the realms come together and reunite. This is no ordinary conference, though, because everyone who shows up holds a place of honor in the legends of old. But there’s one person who doesn’t care that Earth is neutral territory. The Evil Queen, Naomi, is out to settle a score, and she’s brought along one of her most talented henchman to teach the one who got away a harsh lesson.

Snow’s past is shrouded in mystery. Mild cryptozoologist by day, private investigator by night, Snow is dead set on one thing — staying far away from the Huntsman who haunts her dreams. When she shows up to the conference with her two best friends in tow, things start going awry right away. Mere minutes after arriving, they find themselves thrust back into the world they’ve tried so hard to avoid. Now, along with the help of her friends, Snow is struggling to stay one step ahead of the queen who wants to destroy her — and the Huntsman who wants to possess her at all costs.

The Hunt for Snow

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EXCERPT – HRthehuntforsnow

I was making noise like a drunken elephant. I cringed as my boots squicked through the mud and other unmentionables, but I didn’t slow my pace any. Thunderous footsteps echoed behind me as Max taunted me.

“Snow White, I’m going to geeet yooouuuu. Come here, you sexy little thing.”

I let out a crack of laughter and shot him the finger. But I kept running. Once I reached the entrance, I shimmied up the rocks, but a vise-like grip grabbed my ankle and pulled me down. We crashed into the sewer, me on top of Max and both of us cursing up a blue streak.

“Max! Gross!” I struggled to get out his grip without having to stab him. I was going to have to take a decon bath and get a tetanus shot after all this was done.

He laughed maniacally, but didn’t let his grip up. “Keep the wiggling up, lass, and I’ll take you in this sewer.”

“Ugh.” As much as I wanted him, I didn’t think sewer monkey love would ever be worth it.

I stopped wriggling, and stared at him, those beautiful green eyes looking back at me deep with emotions. I gave him a brilliant smile, straightened my neck, and head-butted him in the nose with my forehead as hard as I could.

His shout of pain made me feel a tad guilty for being such a dirty fighter, literally, but I’d given him what he wanted in order to keep him safe—a giant black eye that he could take back to Naomi. His grip relinquished as he continued to groan, and I scrambled off him and out of the dungeon. As I stood above the entrance looking down, Max had one hand over his bloody nose, his eyes swelling and tearing up with both amusement and pain. He shook his head at me as a blood-filled smile quirked his lips.

“Crazy bitch,” he murmured.

I gave him a wave and left him lying there. His pained laughter followed me out.


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S.E. Babin has a passion for writing books with a paranormal twist. Whether it’s romance or mystery, she loves taking the norm and turning it into the extraordinary. Her love of reading turned into a curious exploration to see whether or not she could write her own novel. Beginning with random, terrible poetry and a slightly popular reimagining of Beowulf’s Grendel in her high school English class, Sheryl spent way too much time in the library, killing any chance of her becoming a cheerleader or anything even remotely cool. Find her on Facebook at or over on Twitter @hungrybiblio. She loves to hear from readers!

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Lying for Love – Friends to Lovers Romance #Giveaway

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Lying for Love, my new, friends-to-lovers romance is out. I hope you’ll check it out! To celebrate, I’ll giveaway one ebook copy ! To enter, tell me what your favorite romance trope is in the comments! Go! (But check out my blurb and excerpt first. :-))

lyingforlove-1Lying for Love

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Jocelyn Dex

 Lying for Love Blurb

Gina, a football fanatic with a penchant for cussing at the players on TV, has trust issues. She’s finished with all males except for her gorgeous best friend, Miles, and her fat cat, Mewz. Miles would be the perfect partner for her if only she had the equipment he desired. The closer they get, the more her body yearns for his touch, even though she knows it can never be.

Miles is in love with his best friend, Gina, but she thinks he’s gay. It’s a lie he let her believe so he could get close to her. Telling her the truth now could rip them apart, but it’s a chance he has to take for love.

Lying for Love Quickie Excerpt

Gina looked delicious. Yeah, she’d modeled that dress for him two days ago, but tonight, her hair was piled atop her head, emphasizing her neckline. He salivated at the idea of licking every inch of her exposed skin, stripping her out of that dress, and kissing his way around until he learned each of her sweet spots.

Delicate tendrils of hair, pulled from the up-do, framed her minimally made-up but beautiful face. The diamond heart earrings he’d bought her for their four-month friendship anniversary, dangled from her ears. He’d never forget the shock on her face when he’d given them to her. At first, he’d kicked himself, thinking he’d given himself away by seriously overdoing it in the gift department, but then she’d teared up, thrown her arms around him, and told him how much she loved them.

“Absolutely stunning,” he said, hoping his eyes showed appreciation but not the desire burning inside him.

“Thanks.” She eyed him up and down. “You too. Wow. I almost forgot how great you make that suit look.”

He walked around her, eyeing her from head to toe. “Wait. Something’s missing.”

“Missing?” She frowned and checked herself out in the mirror.

“Where is it? I know you didn’t forget.” During football season, she always wore something to represent the Dallas Cowboys. For good luck, she said.

It only took her a few more seconds to get his meaning, and she brightened, a sly smile curving her lips. “Oh. Check this out.” She raised the side of her dress all the way to her waist.

With all that leg and the bare curve of her ass showing, Miles almost missed them. The band of her bikini panties sported the Cowboys’ star. He forced his eyes upward to meet her gaze, hoping his semi-erection wouldn’t become full-blown. That sexy image would be burned into his brain until the day he died. Clearing his throat, all he could manage was, “Nice.”

Author Bio

Jocelyn was born in Iowa and currently resides in hot-as-hell Texas. She shares her home with her very own 6’4″ alpha male and varying numbers of spoiled cats and dogs. Teaching one of her dogs to file his nails is one of her all-time favorite accomplishments.

She thinks dragonflies are awesome, spiders are creepy and it’s rumored that she sleeps with a machete by her bed in case zombies attack in the middle of the night. Jocelyn loves to paint, loves to read, and loves to write sizzling erotic romance about yummy demons that would make your momma blush.

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A Few More of Tina Gayle’s Titles

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Susan York faces the biggest decision of her life. “A baby or college?”

Unmarried and confused, Susan is not looking for a
guy. She only wants to get through her classes without getting sick.

Lefevour needs help with his English Lit homework until he discovers Susan is
pregnant. Hurt from his ex-girlfriend aborting his baby, he wants to be the
father of Susan’s baby, but can he convince her to let him help.

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Pregnant shopkeeper Jillian Wilson prepares for single parenthood until high-risk security specialist Derrick Harris, the baby’s father, is caught in an explosion that changes everything.

Confused, Derrick returns to the States with amnesia. Jillian believes she has it all a husband, a baby, a perfect life, to bad that her dreams hang on Derrick’s faulty memory and a lie.

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Meet Me in the Mating Arena

With rock-hard fortitude, Marohka Taunton battles to maintain her position as top mineralogist and refuses to see why she should marry even if the law requires she take a mate. Fighting her attraction for Stihl Fermesium, she struggles to save her father’s company.

Stihl, determined to win her as his mate, is faced with the commission deal of a lifetime and needs the money to save his family land. He wrestles with her emotional resistance and discovers someone other than Marohka is unhappy about their union. In fact, they want to separate them in the most basic of ways, death.

 Excerpt -

Palms sweaty—heart steady—battle ready—Marohka reviewed her strategy for the fight. A crowd sat watching her from the observation deck. One of the elders read the rules over the loud speaker. “The person who pins his or her opponent for ten itons . . .”
Her gaze darted to the man standing in the middle of the mating arena. Orange padded walls framed Stihl’s body. Sizewise, he stood over four leg-lengths’ tall, giving him a half of leg advantage. Weightwise, he out matched her by at least a hundred pounds. Yet, neither his size nor his weight worried her. She’d beaten bigger men before at the gym where she worked out.
Bigger, but soft, she amended.
Under his  skintight workout suit, she recognized a strong athletic man who worked out regularly. Her stomach churned at his muscle mass. The odds of her winning against a seasoned opponent ground to zero.
A blinding  force of reality struck her—she could lose.
Unwilling to  accept the possibility, she struggled with a way to win. She had two options, trick him with a fast maneuver or draw blood. Per the rules, any blood spilled disqualified him. Then, if she were lucky, the match over, and she’d be free forever.
She smiled at  the reassuring thought. A strangely sweet odor hit her senses. With a quick  glance at her target, she caught sight of his mischievous grin. A dimple flashed from the corner of his mouth.
Recognition  dawned. Her opponent, none other than the guy by the staircase last night, winked at her. A fleeting notion sped through her head. Does she really want to win?
“Marohka Taunton  meet your future mate, Stihl Fermesium,” the formal voice rang from the speakers.
With a nod of  greeting, Marohka placed herself under tight control. Every muscle on alert, she waited for the contest to begin. She clenched her teeth to hide the spark of fear vibrating through her nervous system.
“Now after being introduced and read the rules, let’s see a fair fight.”
“Looks like you  were wrong. It’s not over.” Stihl grinned.
She shifted into her fighting stance. Knees bent, one  foot a step behind the other. She pictured ways to defeat him. “It soon will

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When A Widow is Tempted #excerpt from Youthful Temptations

Blurb for Youthful
A widow with two grown children, Linda Clayton is ready to let loose and have some fun. Jilted at a
party, she met a younger man, Vaughn Reagan.  He tempts with an active imagination and allures her into his life by tempting her with seductive games.
Vaughn thrilled to find a woman who doesn’t want children.  He offers Linda a job so he can spend his days with her.  Now, if he could only convince her to forget their age difference and enjoy the nights in his arm.
What others are saying
about “Youthful Temptations”
Temptations is about a couple finding love and overcoming stereotypes. We see
that we all have baggage, it’s a part of us, and those that love us don’t mind
the load we carry. Awesome story, I really enjoyed Youthful Temptations.”
Reviewed by Raine 
Excerpt -
With each squishy step across the damp grass, she lambasted herself for being a fool. What possible reason could she have for leaving a crowded party to follow a complete stranger to his house?
Was she nuts?
But she couldn’t force herself to reenter the party and face Philip either. She lacked the strength to demand he drive her home, due to his apparent disgust and the possibility of another scene.
On the other hand, a nerd she could handle. After all, Josh proved young guys today cared more about their computers than girls.
“They’re less fickle,” he’d said.
And Vaughn appeared young enough in his faded cotton jeans and light knit sweater to love his computer. A slim man with dark, curly hair and round granny glasses, he reminded her of her son.
She couldn’t believe he’d be interested in her other than to help her out of a bad situation. But a little voice in her head reminded her that’s how Philip had developed into a problem. She’d underestimated the man.
“If you don’t mind, we’ll go in through the garage.” The warm bass sound of his voice caressed her senses like the smooth whiskey she’d drank earlier to calm her frazzled nerves. He flipped up the lid of a small box located by the double garage door and entered a code
into the keypad. The door lifted. A shiny new truck gleamed in the glow of the overhead light. The alluring scent of oil, gas, and a hint of new rubber infused her nasal passages.
Inspiration struck.
“Is this your truck?” Linda rushed forward and ran a long caress over the cold rim of the tailgate.
“Yes.” He took a few steps along the driver’s side on his way to the back door.
Linda’s spirit lifted at the chance of finding a way home. “Then you can drive me home.”
He stopped and turned. “What?”
“Well, the only reason I came over
here to your house is because I don’t have a ride home. Philip drove me here, and I can’t ask him to carry me back. My son is at the library with his phone off. So . . .”—she tried to judge his reaction to her request—“if you wouldn’t mind.”
“And what if I do mind?” His face appeared calm. No frown marred his lips, but the slight shift in his stance alerted her to his displeasure at the idea.
She paused a moment to determine how exactly to answer his question so he’d agree with her plan. “Well, I could
offer to pay you.”
He frowned.
“And if you still won’t concede, then I guess I’ll have to wait until my son returns from the library.” Her hands tightened against the cold metal. The unbending surface reminded her of the precarious situation. “He never remembers to recharge his phone, or he’d
already be on his way.”
A smile lit Vaughn’s face. He paced back to where she stood by the bumper of the king-size truck. “I’ll tell you what, if your son isn’t back in an hour, I’ll drive you home. But first, I’d like a chance to get to know you better.” He held out his hand. “Deal?”
The spark in his gray eyes caught her attention. What harm could an hour make? Josh would probably take at least fifteen or twenty minutes to drive over here even after she contacted him anyway.
“Deal.” She laid her hand in Vaughn’s.
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Tina Gayle’s “Mating Rituals” – Rules of The Ball

“All right, ladies, please line up for the final event of the evening–The Ladies Parade,” a voice boomed from the speakers. “Give your partner a smile and a curtsy, and then ascend the stairs to the stage area.”
“Right,” Marohka reasoned, “like I need any man.”
Harold, the father presenter, liked to follow the old habit of bowing to one’s partner. The custom to him added romance and grandeur to the evening. She could’ve told him differently, but with him being an old stick from a bygone era and a hopeless romantic, he wouldn’t have listened.
“Now, gentlemen, here are the rules. Although, you might know them, I’ll restate them again so no problems will occur because you forgot what you’re supposed to do.” Harold paused a moment and scanned the crowd. “So listen carefully.”
Marohka and the other girls started up both sides of the twin staircases. Harold stood at the top of the landing, dressed in his usual green plaid suit. His cheeks colored with his excitement.
“Each one of these lovely ladies will be carrying a small placard with a number printed on it.” Harold showed them a sample card. “The number is not how many mates she desires.” The crowd broke into the expected laughter. Harold grinned.
She wished her sign displayed a zero. Even one man was more than she needed. All evening, she’d avoided them. If a man approached, she offered him a rude comment and walked away to prove her lack of interest in catching a mate.
“If you’re attracted to a certain lady and want to meet her in the mating arena, take note of her number. If you write down the wrong number, you’ll be matched with a different girl, which would result in an unwelcome surprise.” Harold released a small cough of humor.
“You can choose three women. In the end, however, you’ll only be mated with one.”
A good-natured roar of disappointment exploded from the men in the hall. Marohka rolled her eyes at the typical male response.
Harold sighed. “Sorry, boys, that’s the rule. The Council of Elders will determine which girl on your list will become your mate. Then it’s up to you to pass the next challenges. The first duel is at three sharp in the battling arena. Be sure to check the schedule. If you miss your fight time, you’ll be out of the running and will have to wait until next year.”
Turning to the girls standing beside him, Harold added. “Ladies, don’t worry. An escort will be sent to your room to make sure you arrive on time.”
As the oldest unmated girl, Marohka stood at the front of the line. Her future suspended on the edge of success. She’d led the other girls down the red carpet, along the edge of the dance floor, through the ballroom, and then back up the twin staircase on the other side of the room many times. She drew in a deep breath, preparing for her final steps to freedom.
Harold glanced at her and nodded. “At the top of the list from the Taunton family is our special princess, Marohka. A smart girl, she’ll offer any man a stimulating adventure, where life will never be boring. She works hard and . . .”
Stepping forward, she cut off Harold’s words by moving off the stage and out of the spotlight. She detested the Royal Presenter selling her to these men. With her job of finding qualtrilium and keeping her father’s company afloat, she had all the challenges she needed in life.
Lustralia’s law might require Royal girls to be present at the charade. But with this being her final year of mandatory attendance, victory stood in sight. All she had to do was navigate the man-infested waters between here and the staircase on the other side of the room. Freedom waited.
She reached the bottom of the staircase. Her path led her past a legion of men. From tall, dark, and handsome to fair-haired wonders, an array of eligible men lined her route. Dressed in fine, silk coats and tight fitted pants, they represented hundreds of Royal families across the great land. All showed excellent breeding and genteel manners. Any one of them would make a good mate to the girls behind her, but none tempted her to lose her freedom.
Staring straight ahead, she avoided eye contact with every man she passed. Moving along the edge of the dance floor, she wove her way back and forth across the assigned path. Her steps, jerky and clumsy, she hid her natural smooth gait. No man, in his right mind, craved an ungraceful wife. At least, she hoped not.
With the stairs a few steps ahead, she tasted victory and allowed herself a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness.”
A masculine voice in front of her chuckled. “It’s not over yet, princess.”
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With rock-hard fortitude, Marohka Taunton battles to maintain her position as top mineralogist and refuses to see why she should marry even if the law requires she take a mate. Fighting her attraction for Stihl Fermesium, she struggles to save her father’s company.

Stihl, determined to win her as his mate, is faced with the commission deal of a lifetime and needs the money to save his family land. He wrestles with her emotional resistance and discovers someone other than Marohka is unhappy about their union. In fact, they want to separate them in the most basic of ways, death.


“Cyd, we have a problem,” Stihl said into his ECD. With Marohka in his arms, he dropped into the hard seat of the IPT car.
“What happened? Marohka skipped out on you again?” Cyd answered with a laugh.
“No.” Stihl shook with fear. “I think she’s been poisoned.”
He stroked her hair where she lay on his lap. “Her tongue has several green spots like Dusty’s. Call Harrigun. Get him over there right away with the antidote.”
“Right, how long until you arrive?”
“We’re on our way. We’ll be there in a few itons,” Stihl grumbled, “if this car would travel a little faster.”
“Harrigun will be here by the time you arrive,” Cyd ended.
A cold sweat dripped down Stihl’s back. He debated whether to take her to a medical facility. He didn’t believe they’d be able to diagnose her problem. When his dog, Dusty, got sick, they figured out what happened after he died. Better prepared this time, Stihl felt confident he could arrange the right kind of help.
A warning? Or did someone miss the mark, and he should be the one out cold?
He scanned Marohka, and a strange emotion bloomed inside him and poured through his cells. He wanted to identify the gut-wrenching pain.
Yes, but it didn’t explain the ache around his heart. Outside of beating someone senseless in some barroom brawl or fighting with his father, Stihl rarely experienced this type of deep twisting reaction. And he disliked the feeling.
Why would someone wanted to hurt her?
He knotted his hands.
Maybe, a part of what he was feeling was that he should’ve shielded her from any type of attack. The fear, which had consumed him when she’d fainted in his arms, still rumbled through his nerves like sharp knives. He’d admit blending with Marohka offered a certain level of excitement. And she might prove to be useful for his new adventure, but any deeper feelings like fear or grief were unrealistic.
A means to an end, a useful partner, a possession, nothing more could exist. Nothing more was feasible. He lacked the time for the love and commitment routine.
The twitch of her hand against his forced him to question his callous thoughts. A beautiful person with feeling and desires he’d only just begun to understand, she’d won his respect. Devoted, she’d fought to protect her family and also to maintain her career.
As his responsibility, he sought to secure her safety and convince her, their marriage could work. But . . .
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Single again, Linda Clayton is ready to let loose and have some fun. Jilted at a party, she met a younger man, Vaughn Reagan. He has an active imagination and allures her into his life by tempting her with seductive games.

Vaughn is thrilled to find a woman who doesn’t want children. He offers Linda a job so he can spend his days with her. Now, if he could only convince her to forget their age difference and enjoy the nights in his arms.


“What did you say?” Linda Clayton jolted away from Philip Hodgen. This might be their first date, but if he said what she thought he’d said, this would be their last one too.

“Well . . .” Philip scanned the people clustered around him. Someone from another group at the party let out a loud chuckle. No one’s head turned from the drama unfolding. A hushed sense of anticipation fell over the onlookers. “I’m planning on starting a family in the next year or two.”

“Not with me you’re not.” Linda shook her head in shock, and her hip hit a chrome table. She set down her empty glass. The crisp taste of her mixed drink still tickled her taste buds, but the unpleasantness of the situation turned her stomach.

The serious expression on his face stumped her. Could he be the same flirtatious guy she met a few days ago at the office? The other women at her work warned her. With his dark hair and killer smile, he’d only be interested in some rowdy fun.

Now standing here staring at him, she wondered why she’d gotten involved with him at all. The constant complaining about driving across town to pick her up with the party being located a few blocks from his house should have alerted her to his true character.

After arriving at his neighbor’s house, he hung out with his friends. Half the time he didn’t even bother to introduce her as he paraded her around the room. Now, the overbearing heel thought it was a forgone conclusion of her delivering his baby.

He straightened his shoulders and crossed his arms over his chest. “And why not?”

Linda rested her hands briefly on her hips, but realizing the defensive stance, she dropped them by her side. “I have two grown children and a grandchild. I’m past that stage of life.”

“But you’re still young enough to have more children, aren’t you?” Philip continued his argument like his desires would sway her into changing her mind.

Irked by his arrogance, Linda tightened her hands into fists and glanced at the interested faces in the group. “Yes, but I don’t want to.”

“But you’re already a mother. It’d be a snap for you.”

“Are you joking?” She didn’t know what he considered his job as a father to entail, but said, “Being a parent is hard work.”

A frown marred his face, and his dark gaze shot poisonous spears at her for rebelling against his wishes. She stepped back, amazed at how quickly his sexy attitude could change into one of malice.

“Oh, but I think it’s wonderful Philip wants to be a father.” The busty brunette next to him slid her hands around Philip’s forearm. “So many men today aren’t interested in having children. They just like to party, and then when a new girl comes along, they dump you.”

Philip blinked and turned with a smile to the brunette. He tugged his arm closer to his side and squeezed the girl’s hand against his chest. “Why, thank you, Annette. I’m glad someone appreciates my desire to bear children.”

He shifted his stance, snubbed Linda, and offered the brunette his full attention. “Maybe I asked the wrong girl to the party.”

A high-pitched giggle broke from the busty brunette. She stroked her hands over Philip’s chest, fawning over him with her praise.

“Yes, you did,” Linda whispered. She couldn’t believe the stupidity of the girl or the audacity of the man. He cared nothing about having a loving wife. His ego fed his urge to father a child. Too bad she’d booked him on a Caribbean cruise. With his cold heart, he should’ve tried an arctic adventure with a polar bear. – See more at:

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Outing the Quarterback by Tara Lain

OutingTheQuarterbackLGOUTING THE QUARTERBACK by Tara Lain; MM contemporary

Will Ashford lives in two closets. He meets his wealthy father’s goals as both the quarterback for the famous SCU football team and a business major, but secretly  he attends art school and longs to live as a painter. And he’s gay. But if he can win the coveted Milton Scholarship for art, he’ll be able to break from his father at the end of his senior year.

In a painting master class, Will meets his divergent opposite, Noah Zajack. A scarred orphan who’s slept on park benches and eaten from trash cans, Noah carefully plans his life and multiple jobs so he has money and time to go to art school. Will’s problems seem like nothing compared to Noah’s. Noah wants the scholarship too and may have a way to get it since the teacher of his class has designs on him, a plan Will isn’t happy about.

When a gossipmonger with a popular YouTube channel finds evidence that Will is gay, the quarterback’s closet doors begin to crumble. Hounded by the press and harassed by other players, Will has to choose. Stay in the closet and keep his family’s wealth, or let the doors fall off and walk out with nothing. Nothing but Noah.    



Releases September19th


Will followed Noah up to the low-rise structure that looked more like a shed than a house. Clearly the thing had been built sometime early in the twentieth century without a single permit. Noah unlocked the door, although a burglar probably could have ripped down the walls and gotten in easily.

Hell, Will couldn’t diss the place. He still lived at home.

Noah looked over his shoulder. “Home sweet home.” He walked in and Will followed.

Wow. He was kind of aware that he was in one medium-sized room, but pretty much all he saw was the huge, softly impressionistic painting of a nude man on the wall opposite the front door. Gorgeous didn’t do it justice. It or him. The model was more boy than man, with long brown hair falling down a lean, curved back. Only his profile showed as he gazed off into space with a look of pure longing. Though the face was perfect and Will had never seen such an expression, it could only be one person. “It’s you, isn’t it?”

“Holy shit, how did you know that?”

Will looked at Noah. The guy’s eyes were wide and a little horrified.

“It’s you the way you are inside. Maybe the way you were outside once. Full of hope and longing for joy.”


Will glanced over and caught the fast blink wiping out the unshed tears. “The painting is gorgeous. You’re an amazing artist. Really. I should hate you.” He grinned at Noah.

Noah’s face never left dead serious. “Do you?”


“Hate me?”

Oh shit, he couldn’t catch his breath. “Of course not.” Change. The. Subject. He looked around. “So this is your place. Doesn’t look like much outside, but you made it really cool.” That was true. Against one wall a daybed, actually made, looked like it could hold one person spaciously and two tightly. Okay, why the hell did he think of that? An old but very serviceable sectional couch divided off the sleeping area and curved underneath that gorgeous painting, with a chair opposite it. The rest of the room contained a kitchenette with a microwave, an under-counter refrigerator, and a few cabinets, plus a small table and two straight-back chairs. “You’re so neat.”

Noah shrugged. “You have to be in a place this small. Sit.” He pointed at one end of the sectional.

Will sat. “I wonder if I’m neat.” He grinned.

“You don’t know?”

“No. I’ve always had a maid.”

Noah flipped a hand at Will. “Jeez. How do you keep your bathroom between maid visits?”


“There you go.”

“I don’t know. If I thought I had to pick up that towel myself, I might reform real fast.” He leaned back. “I guess I should start practicing.”

“Never too early to grow up. Want a beer?”

Coach would kill him. Plus, alcohol looked pretty crappy after last night. “No thanks.”

“I’ve got iced tea.”

“Yeah. That’d be great.” Noah walked over to the kitchenette. Jesus, watching the guy move in a confined space with nobody else around was too much for Will’s overtaxed, underserved cock. He put his hands in his lap.

Noah walked back with two glasses. They didn’t match. He handed one to Will and sat on the other part of the sectional. “So are you moving out soon?”

“Probably not until I finish school.”

“That’s a long time. You gonna be able to carry off the fiction?”

That was the question, but Noah didn’t even know how much. “I made it this far.”

“I’ll bet it gets harder all the time.”

Man, he had no idea.

“What are your plans?”

Noah drank some tea. “Graduate school in art. I want to be able to teach as well as paint.”

“Where do you want to go?”

“I’d love to go to Chicago, but I think UCLA will be good.”

“How will you do it?” He held his breath.

“Scholarships, I hope.”

“Milton?” He was turning blue.

“Sure. It’s the best. And I ought to be a contender. God knows, I can prove hardship.” He laughed.

“But it doesn’t depend on hardship.” Will swallowed hard.

“Sure. But who wouldn’t take it into consideration?” He frowned. “Besides, I hope I paint well enough.”

“Yeah. You’re a great painter. Like I said.” Will downed the cold, bitter tea. Shit, he didn’t want to compete with this kid. His evil voice asked the obvious question. Why, because you think he’ll win? “I should get going.”


He felt weird. “I really like your place.”


He got up and took a few steps toward the door.


He didn’t turn around. Felt too strange. “Yeah.”

“You never answered my question.”

“What question?”

“Are you gay?”

Blood. Ice. “No. Why would you ask me that again?” He heard the couch cushion rustle, then footsteps behind him. Will turned around slowly, frowning. “What’s with you? Why would you think I’m gay?”

Noah stopped directly in front of him and looked up. Not far up. The guy was only a few inches shorter. Drowning in those eyes would be possible. “Because you look at me like you want to eat me.”


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Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 23. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft.  She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town where she sets a lot of her books.  Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!

Timeless Voyage

unnamedHere’s on of my newest releases on Amazon – Timeless Voyage

An Irish Pirate Woman And A Roman Sailor Form A Love So Strong It Reaches Beyond The Boundary Of Time

Off the mist shrouded coast of Ireland, a lady pirate, Anwen, captures the enemy, a Roman, Titus Rufius Kaeso. The Celtic warrior woman presses her hard iron dagger against Kaeso’s throat, but memories of fated lovers, druids and sacrifice, stay her hand.

Kaeso is also captivated by dreams of the woman he loved in a previous life, the mirror image of Anwen. In this lifetime they are foes, Roman and Celt. Can Anwen and Kaeso steer their timeless voyage to a happy destiny or will they be robbed of love once more?

This iron-age tale of a Celtic Warrior-Woman-Pirate and her tall, muscular, handsome Roman captive is set against the back drop of romantic beaches and the hill of Tara with characters such as pirates, an arch druid, and the High King of Ireland. In their first life Anwen and Kaeso’s love came to a tragic end. In this life will their love end in a wedding or a druid sacrifice?


Thank you,

Cornelia Amiri