As we near the end of this fabulous party, I’d like to invite you to another one. On September 20th, is the Facebook Party for my new release, OUTING THE QUARTERBACK! There will be games and a ton of prizes from me and a bunch of great guest authors. I hope you can come. Check out this link –
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Hi — This weekend on my blog is Big Backlist Weekend! My guest is the fabulous Cardeno C. CC and i are giving away copies of one book from our backlist. CC is featuring Strong Enough and my book is F.A.S.T. Balls! Come over and leave a comment to be entered to win in both drawings. Here’s the link –
Hi. I’m very excited about my upcoming release, OUTING THE QUARTERBACK. This is the first book in my new series, Long Pass Chronicles. You can preorder the book in ebook or paperback HERE. It’s on SPECIAL SALE so hop over!
Excerpt: OUTING 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.
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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?”
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.”
“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”!
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Oooh. I forgot i have this very fun Book Trailer for my MM paranormal — CATACLYSMIC SHIFT. Enjoy — and don’t forget to leave me comments to enter to win a book from the Balls to the Wall Series.
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Hi. Here’s a book that remains a perennial fave of a lot of people. Very steamy and very sweet! LOL Remember to comment on any of my posts to be entered to win any book from my Balls to the Wall Series.
Excerpt : HEARTS AND FLOUR by Tara Lain; MM Contemporary; The Vegan and the Cupcake Baker
To Micah Truveen, raw, vegan food is his religion. So when his devoted customers show up with white flour cupcakes, Micah could kill. Then Micah comes home to find his boyfriend, Dharamaram, in bed with someone else. He throws the rat out and agrees to go to his friend’s orgiastic anti-Valentines party where he meets a gorgeous cross-dressing guy who gives him a night to remember.
Southerner Quentin Darby wishes he could stop wearing women’s clothes. He so wants to live up to his grandmother’s glowing opinion of him, he’s never even told her he’s gay. And now there’s Micah who makes him wish he could just be who he is. But Micah finds out that Quentin is the baker responsible for the plague of cupcakes afflicting the community! And Dharmaram adds a little blackmail to the mix. Can two hearts rise above the flour?
Micah took both his hands and led Quentin out of the living room and down the hall to the room at the end. Sigh. His bedroom.
Like the rest of the house, the room was pretty simple, but the bed stretched across the room with clean white sheets and a lovely, deep blue and yellow comforter.
Micah backed himself to the edge of the bed and sat, still holding Quentin’s hands. “May I see your other self now?”
His smile was so sweet, no way Quentin could refuse. Whew. He was nervous as a cat in a rocking chair store.
He freed his hands from Micah’s and slowly unbuttoned the silk blouse. When it gaped open, he pulled it off, leaving him bare to the waist except for the padded bra. He dropped the blouse on the chair beside the bed then reached back and unfastened his bra.
When it came off, Micah’s eyes widened. “Beautiful.”
Quentin grinned. “Why? There’s not much to see.”
“Your chest is very masculine. Well-muscled but boyish. So pretty.” Micah reached up and ran his hands over Quentin’s nipples.
“Oh my.” The buds tightened in anticipation.
Micah smiled and pulled back his hands. “What’s next?”
Quentin giggled. “You’re enjoying this I think.”
“Oh my, yes, as you would say.”
“OK.” Quentin reached up and slipped his thumbs under the edge of his wig.
Micah gasped. “Wait. I thought that was your hair.”
“No. It’s just a very good wig. Shall I leave it on?”
He shook his head. “No. No, I want to see.”
Quentin glanced at him sideways. “You could be disappointed.”
“No. I want to see.”
Quentin pulled the wig off. His own hair was so light, he didn’t have to cover it to wear the wig. As the wig came off, he shook his head like a dog in the water and his curls flew around his head.
Micah smiled. “I’ll be damned. How could you be prettier with your own hair? But you are.”
Quentin’s heart beat fast. He had never done this. He was Quentin or he was Queen. He’d never gone from one to the other with someone watching. “You say the sweetest things.”
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I set out to write a fairy tale romance that conjured all the fairy tale themes without being a parody. I wanted it to be a serious MM romance with a touch of magic. The result is SINDERS AND ASH. (Remember to comment on any of my posts to be entered to win your choice of my Balls to the Wall Books). : )
Excerpt: Sinders and Ash by Tara Lain; MM Contemporary Fantasy
Work hard, stay anonymous and don’t expect much. That’s resort housekeeper Mark Sintorella’s philosophy of life. After being kicked out of his family home at sixteen for being gay, Mark knows what it takes to survive. But how is he going to stay anonymous when he wants to be recognized as a great fashion designer? And how can he control his expectations when he’s desperately attracted to Ashton Armitage, the son of the fifth richest man in America? If Ash doesn’t find a woman to marry he’s going to lose his inheritance, but he can’t seem to resist the beautiful kid who cleans fireplaces while hiding behind a black cap and heavy glasses. And then this crazy elf of a man, Carstairs Pennymaker, has Mark running around looking like a fashion model wearing gorgeous women’s clothes. The clock strikes twelve and the wedding follows the ball. Two beautiful princesses line up for attention. But one isn’t interested and one isn’t a woman. Who will be the bride? Will the shoe fit? Only his fairy godmother knows for sure.
Pennymaker turned and looked at Mark. “What are you working on?”
“Excuse me? I, uh, have to clean some fireplaces this morning. You know they keep the rooms cool just so they can use them? Makes work for me.”
“That’s not what I mean, of course.” He turned back to the rack, pushed some jeans aside. “Aha!” His hand shot through the garments to the dress form. He made an opening in the clothes and stepped through to stand beside the red dress. “Perfect. Just beautiful. What a talent.”
The little man beamed at him. “You have exceptional design skills.”
God, it was hard to not be flattered. “Thank you, sir.” But how had the man known to look for the dress? Who told him?
Pennymaker walked over to the chair and sat. Creak. Hopefully the tiny man wouldn’t strain the old wood too much. “I would like to show that dress to some people.”
“Let’s say some potential investors.”
No. He couldn’t get excited. “Uh, really, sir? You’re in the clothing business?”
“I’m in many businesses, my boy.”
Okay, try not to be suspicious. “How did you know I was a clothing designer?”
The little man waved a hand. “That lovely T-shirt, of course.”
“No one told you?”
“Who would tell me?”
Had him there.
Pennymaker stepped back and surveyed the dress. “Now, who is your model?”
What? Mark cocked his head.
“Who did you set the dress form to?”
“Oh, uh, myself. I, uh, don’t have anyone else. I’m pretty slim so it works.”
“Perfect. Perfect. When do you have to be at work?”
This conversation was crazy. “In about an hour. This is my morning off. Unless they need me, of course.”
“Good. Put on the dress.”
“We’re going for a little walk through the hotel. You’ll be my…niece. Go on, go on.” He made a shooing gesture with his hands.
Mark shook his head. “Sir, I know I fit the dress to me but that’s because I don’t have anyone else. I’m not a transvestite.”
“Never said you were, dear boy. But these people I want to have see the dress will be much more amenable to taking your designs seriously if they think of the idea themselves rather than my telling them. That’s how we all are, now isn’t it? So I want them to see the clothes. We don’t have another model and we don’t want anyone else in on our secret.”
Secret? “What if someone recognizes me?”
Pennymaker cocked his head. “That is very unlikely. You do a good job making yourself plain and unmemorable with your cap and glasses.”
Mark felt the blush. Shoot. The man had him dead to rights.
“Besides, people see what they expect and they certainly don’t expect to see Mark Sintorella in a dress. Now, put it on.”
Mark stepped behind the rack of clothing. He stripped to his boxer briefs and stopped. What the hell was he doing? He could jeopardize his job for this crazy-assed little guy with his hair-brained scheme.
The voice came from the other side of the clothes. “Do you have it on?”
“Sir, I don’t mean to be rude, but are you sure about this? I really need the money I get from working here.”
“Tut tut, my boy. Hurry. I want to make one tour around the lobby and public rooms before you start your shift. Times a’wastin’. ”
Mark pulled the dress over his head and let it fall into place. The skirt was just full enough to swing when he walked so no one would notice his cock under it. “Uh, I don’t have any boobs.”
“Let me see.”
“See what? What I haven’t got?” He stepped out.
Pennymaker looked at him studiously. “Gorgeous. You don’t have breasts but then neither do some women to speak of. I’m more concerned about the hairy legs. Go shave, quickly.”
“What? Sir, I don’t think so…”
“This won’t be your only modeling assignment I suspect so think of it as a long-term investment. Consider that brilliant young model who walks the catwalks in both male and female shows. You’re at least his equal in beauty.”
“No buts. This is your future. Now go!”
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Excerpt: CATACLYSMIC SHIFT by Tara Lain; Choose Between Power and Love
Super cat, Aloysius, may be the most powerful witch’s familiar in the world, but when he takes a blast at the hand of an evil witch he loses it all — power, memory, and his feline form — to become the ethereal human beauty, Alain Bellarose. When Alain wakes up naked on the floor surrounded by dogs and cats, his eyes first set upon Luke Elliott, the handsome and mysterious veterinarian. Suddenly, the prospect of being human doesn’t seem so bad. Luke has a lot to hide and he likes animals way more than people, but he can’t resist the flamboyant boy who washes his face with the side of his hand and tries to lick his own privates! The loss of Aloysius depletes the power of the Witch Master, Killian Barth, and that of his “secret weapon” Sammy and leaves their coven sitting ducks for two very nasty females. When Alain discovers that he’s really a powerful cat, he’s faced with the ultimate choice. To protect his community, or stay with the man he loves.
Luke stopped at the refrigerator to get some treats, pulled on his lab coat to protect his clothes, and walked down the hall to the boarding facility. Let’s see how big a mess you made, critters.
He stopped outside the door. Odd they weren’t barking or carrying on. They had to have heard him. Shit. What was wrong?
He threw open the door and stopped. What the holy living fuck was going on?
Lying in the middle of the floor on a pile of pads and towels was a man. A very naked man, sound asleep. His head rested on the side of Rolf, the golden Lab. The little feral kitten lay on his shoulder, and every other animal in the boarding room was crowded around him. None of them barked or meowed. Their eyes opened, and they stared at Luke. When he took a step forward, Rolf raised his lip. What the fuck? The gentlest of all dogs was warning him? Him?
Luke squatted down. This had to be the most unbelievable thing he’d ever seen. He shook his head. Which part? The way the animals were acting, or the naked guy in his boarding facility?
He twisted his head and leaned down to get a better look at him. Nope. He’d never seen him before. And shitfire, would he ever remember. This dude was gorgeous. Like Killian Barth gorgeous but different. That black hair looked like silk, and there was so much of it. Kind of like Killian too. He had skin that seemed to glow. Wow. Look at that mouth. Pink all by itself and shaped like a heart. Okay, maybe Luke was losing it. But it was amazing that in the last two days he had seen the two most beautiful men he’d ever encountered. Hell, Blaine Genneau was incredible looking. And Luke wasn’t considered bad himself, but Killian and this guy were different.
Stop staring and figure out what he’s doing here and what the hell to do with him now that he is. He could see himself calling the police to report a naked, homeless angel asleep in his office. Riiiight.
Maybe a street kid? This guy didn’t look much more than twenty-one or -two.
So first problem was waking him, and since he seemed to have a fuzzy bodyguard or two, it wasn’t obvious how Luke was going to do that.
He reached out a hand, palm up. “Hey, Rolf.” The dog didn’t growl, but he also didn’t move.
He picked a liver treat out of his pocket and placed it on his palm. Not a quiver, though the dog eyed it lovingly.
“He likes chicken better.” The voice was utterly unique. High, musical, and raspy, like maybe he sang blues in a smoky bar. And those eyes were blue, like the Caribbean Sea.
“How the hell do you know that?” No, wait. Wrong question. “Will you please tell me who you are, how you got in here, and what you’re doing?”
The guy reached up and took hold of the kitten on his shoulder, then sat up slowly.
Every inch he raised revealed new areas of splendor. Wide shoulders decorated with the fall of silken hair. A lightly muscled chest with no hair at all, just pure marble skin and two pink rosebud nipples.
Luke’s cock wiggled. Down, boy.
And then the guy did it. He sat up fully and crossed his legs Indian style.
Holy hellish shit.
Lying on the floor in front of him were a dick and balls sized for a man twice this kid’s dimensions. Silky black hair curled around the base of a thick, long, uncut cock.
Dear God. Catnip to a gay man.
The boy seemed to notice Luke’s fixed gaze, glanced down, and smiled. “Sorry.” He pulled a towel from the heap he’d piled on the floor and dragged it across his lap.
Too late. Luke wrapped the front of his lab coat to hide the boner trying to push its way out of his jeans.
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