Two Nominations in LGBT! So Honored. Genetic Celebrity and Brush with Catastrophe
I’m so delighted to have received 2 CAPA nominations in the LGBT category. I guess that means i’m competing against myself as well as all the other great nominees, but what an honor none the less. Thank you TRS for everything you do for authors! You’re the BEST!
Genetic Celebrity by Tara Lain; Bisexual Menage
Tommy Riley loves cooking and the simple life. But his passion for Angie “Booky” Edelson is anything but simple. Beautiful, ambitious, hard-driving and 10 years older than Tommy, Booky represents all the things Tommy has tried to leave behind. Besides, she only seems to love him for his food! Then Tommy’s boss brings home Shay Shaleen, a pierced, tattooed, androgynous street kid for Booky to turn into a top male model. Tommy sizzles for the beautiful guy but Shay gets caught up in the flattery of a famous fashion designer. Why does Tommy have to fall for two people who can’t love him back? Is there a recipe for blending with these genetic celebrities?
Brush with Catastrophe by Tara Lain; MM Paranormal with Witches!
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College art student Sammy Raphael is a crappy witch. And he can’t get a boyfriend. Sammy’s had a passion for his BFF, Ryder McMasters, for years, but Ryder is straight and human. Talk about hopeless causes! And where other supernaturals can bring down lightning and manifest wealth, all Sammy can do is paint. True, the “prophetic” paintings he does at night always come true, but they never predict anything important — until he paints a picture of a gorgeous man who turns out to be Ryder but so changed he’s barely recognizable. Then Sammy paints an angel –who turns out to be a devil that threatens Sammy’s community and the man he loves. With the black cat familiar, Aloysius, at his side Sammy steps up to save the world–with a paint brush.
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Happy Valentines Day! Excerpt: HEARTS AND FLOUR by Tara Lain; The Vegan and the Cupcake Baker
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! Here is a nibble of my latest release, Hearts and Flour, which takes place right around today! And since ARe is having a 50% off sale today, you can get it for $2.50!
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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Free READ from Tara Lain
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I just realized that i have a FREE READ on my website that is all about Valentine’s Day. If you’d like to read it, Click HERE. It takes place in the same world as my menage book, Genetic Attraction, and follows that story by a few months. It’s called ValenTied. : )
Tara Lain
Excerpt: SNOW BALLS by Tara Lain; The Cop and the Interior Decorator
Snow Balls came out in December and made the Top 100 Bestselling Gay Romances on Amazon for 2012. : )
Excerpt: SNOW BALLS by Tara Lain; MM Romance — The Cop and the Creampuff
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Big, handsome and hunky, JJ LaRousse looks like an alpha male but acts like an interior decorator. And he’s trying to be happy about it — until a robbery at the famous Laguna Winter Fantasy brings JJ face-to-face with tough cop, Ryan Star. JJ hears Ryan likes guys who are manly men, so he drops his voice an octave, colors over his pink hair, and tries to pass as a football fan. Ryan Star may be tough but he hides in the closet at work since he learned in New York that being a gay cop can cost you your life. His attraction to that big, handsome kid threatens his anonymity, but he can’t seem to resist. JJ is just his type. But then JJ goes skiing and comes face to face with his greatest nemesis– and all the secrets come out of the closet. Can Ryan love JJ for who he really is? More important, can JJ?
“So I’ll go and let you get some sleep.”
“Yeah.” Ryan looked up at JJ, his eyes so hooded you could barely tell they were blue. Under those covers the guy had on nothing at all. JJ knew that, too well. After he’d helped Ryan into the bedroom and sat him down, JJ had gone looking for some pajamas or something in the chest of drawers. When he’d turned back, Ryan was under the blanket with his jeans lying on the floor. He might have underwear on, but not likely considering his stated dislike for boxers or briefs.
Right now, the bed covers had an interesting tentlike structure in the center. Hard to keep his eyes off it.
He should go. This was a hard-assed man with whom JJ had nothing in common. Hanging around could compromise every battle he’d fought to be himself. His gaze crept back to the big-top tent.
Why had he come over anyway? Stupid, simple answer. Because he cared. And Ryan didn’t care. Not for the pretend JJ or the real one. Lying there, looking delicious, was heartache on a platter. “’Bye.”
He stood up from the edge of the bed and walked to the bedroom door.
“Don’t go.”
JJ stopped dead. He wouldn’t have bet on hearing those two words. Now that he had, did they matter? If he’d been a woman, JJ would say Ryan only wanted him for one thing. But then a lot of guys only wanted JJ for one thing. And the difference was, he wanted this guy back. Badly. Pretty much all the time.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
The rough tone of Ryan’s voice made JJ freeze. No wait. He wasn’t a kid anymore. He turned back toward Ryan who had propped himself up on his elbow. “Why do you want me to stay? So you can fuck me and not remember who I am tomorrow? I can have meaningless sex with people who actually like me.” Shit, did he just say that? A hand came up to fan his face but he squeezed it into a fist, turned and walked out the bedroom door.
“Please.”
Two steps down the hall, JJ barely heard the voice. His feet stopped. His heart too. He walked back into the room. Did he really see pleading on Ryan’s face?
The guy shrugged. “We don’t have to have sex. Would you just stay for a little while? I…I could use the company.” Ryan shook his head. “No, I mean I could use your company.”
Well hell. JJ took a couple more steps toward Ryan.
“I do like you, JJ. You know how I know that?”
JJ shook his head.
Ryan looked at his hands. “Because I hardly like anybody, so you stand out.”
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CAPA Nominee: Excerpt — GENETIC CELEBRITY by Tara Lain — MMF Menage
Hi everyone– Whew! I’m late today but it’s been a crazy morning. Here’s another scene from my CAPA nominated novel, Genetic Celebrity.
Excerpt: Genetic Celebrity by Tara Lain; MMF Menage with Food!
Tommy Riley loves cooking and the simple life. But his passion for Angie “Booky” Edelson is anything but simple. Beautiful, ambitious, hard-driving and 10 years older than Tommy, Booky represents all the things Tommy has tried to leave behind. Besides, she only seems to love him for his food! Then Tommy’s boss brings home Shay Shaleen, a pierced, tattooed, androgynous street kid for Booky to turn into a top male model. Tommy sizzles for the beautiful guy but Shay gets caught up in the flattery of a famous fashion designer. Why does Tommy have to fall for two people who can’t love him back? Is there a recipe for blending with these genetic celebrities?
The sidewalk was dirty. What else was new? The loft was in a newly chic area that bustled with life after dark. Clubs and shops. He loved the shops but never went to the clubs. He’d never been a party guy. Even when he was brand-new to modeling, he’d loved to sneak away from the crowds and… Wham!
A body bounced off him and hit the sidewalk at his feet. Roan staggered, fell back three steps, and managed to catch himself on the stop sign before he fell into the street. Jesus! What the hell?
He looked down. A girl was trying to get up off the pavement. He struggled to right himself so he could help her. A tall, burly guy reeled out the door of a bar. “I told you to stay out of here, fag.”
Fag? Roan looked again at the gangly body. Well, damn. It was a man. A boy more or less. Probably a kid in his middle teens.
The boy staggered to his feet. Tall. Over six feet, but slim as the proverbial reed. His hair was stuffed under a stocking cap even though it was eighty degrees with humidity of a thousand. And then Roan saw the face. If you didn’t count the pierced nose, ears, lip, eyebrow, and yeah, tongue, the kid was girl pretty. He took a step, tripped over his feet, and started to fall. Roan grabbed him by the arm. “Hey, careful. You okay?”
The guy from the bar—probably the bouncer—still stood in the doorway. “Is he bothering you, mister?” He cocked his head. “Hey, aren’t you someone famous?”
Roan flashed a smile. “Does this boy owe you money or something?”
“Nah. He just comes in and takes the pretzels and shit from the bar. The bartender’s sick of it. Little pervert.”
Roan reached in his pocket, pulled out a money clip, and peeled off fifty dollars. He walked a couple of steps to the bouncer, dragging the kid along. “Please give this to the bartender to make up for the loss.” He gave the man the money.
“You know this kid?”
“Let’s just say he’s very familiar.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
He went back inside, and Roan looked at the kid. “Are you all right? Why were you taking the food?”
The kid shrugged. He tried for cocky, but fear peeked through. “Why’d you do that? You don’t know me.”
Roan sighed. “No. I don’t.”
The kid snatched his arm from Roan, then stepped back and gave him a slow once-over. “Jesus, you sure are beautiful. You looking for a fuck? I’d go home with you.”
“Is that what you do? Turn tricks?”
The kid shook his head. “Naw. At least I’m trying not to. Shit. When I was a rent boy at least I could eat. But since I tried to go straight, I get to slop dishes and starve.”
“So you’re a dishwasher.”
“Was. I had to quit.”
“Why?”
The kid shrugged. “You sure are nosy. You want to fuck or not? I mean I owe you, man. That was fifty bucks you gave that guy.”
“No, I don’t want to fuck. Why did you quit your job? Too hard?”
He frowned. “No, man, I’m not afraid of hard work. I’ve been doing it since I was little. But the bastard who owned the restaurant decided I should be his boy for what he was paying me to wash dishes. Crap on that. I didn’t become a dishwasher so I could fuck slimy, fat bastards for free.”
“Did you steal from him?”
The big eyes narrowed. “I’m no thief. Don’t ever call me a thief.”
Interesting reaction. “Okay. Are you hungry?”
He cracked a tiny smile. And the beautiful face became mischievous. “I could eat.”
Roan pulled out his phone and pushed the three. The kid watched him. He looked wary but not ready to run.
Tommy sounded surprised when he answered the phone. “Hey, Roan. Everything okay?”
“Hi, Tommy. You still have some of the chicken?”
“Yeah. There was lots left. I just put it in a container. You want to take it home?”
“No, heat it up. I’m bringing some company.’
“What? Now? I thought you were going to Connecticut.”
“I am, but later. Is Booky still there?”
“No, she went out to Brooklyn.”
“Okay. See you in a minute.”
“Okay, boss.”
He hung up and looked at the kid. “What’s your name?”
“Shaleen.”
“Shaleen what?”
“Don’t know. Just Shaleen. People call me Shay.”
“Okay, Shay, let’s get you something to eat.”
Shay frowned. “Where?”
“My loft is right up there.” He pointed up the street. “My friend Tommy is a great cook, and he has some food for you. Both of us, actually. I’m kind of hungry.”
The kid hesitated.
“Hey, you were willing to fuck me. How scary is food?”
“Fucking I get paid for. It’s worth the risk.” He looked Roan up and down. “Especially with you.”
Roan laughed. “I’ve got an idea I want to tell you about. There could be a paycheck in it too.”
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CAPA Nominee! Excerpt R: BRUSH WITH CATASTROPHE by Tara Lain
Hi! Here is another nibble from my CAPA nominated paranormal MM novel, Brush with Catastrophe.
Excerpt R: Brush with Catastrophe by Tara Lain; MM Paranormal with Witches!
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College art student Sammy Raphael is a crappy witch. And he can’t get a boyfriend. Sammy’s had a passion for his BFF, Ryder McMasters, for years, but Ryder is straight and human. Talk about hopeless causes! And where other supernaturals can bring down lightning and manifest wealth, all Sammy can do is paint. True, the “prophetic” paintings he does at night always come true, but they never predict anything important — until he paints a picture of a gorgeous man who turns out to be Ryder but so changed he’s barely recognizable. Then Sammy paints an angel –who turns out to be a devil that threatens Sammy’s community and the man he loves. With the black cat familiar, Aloysius, at his side Sammy steps up to save the world–with a paint brush.
Sammy sank to the floor in front of the easel, and Aloysius came over and started licking his hand. It felt like someone had stuck a butter knife in his heart and was turning it slowly.
“What the hells just happened?”
“Merwaor.”
Sammy hung his head between his bent legs. “Why did he come here? He could have warned me at school. Why did he care for me and sleep with me? Oh gods, Al, why did he hold me?” Heat pressed behind his eyes. “I never wanted anyone else. Not even Lucien. Even if Lucien had been the most faithful boyfriend on earth, I didn’t really want him. I’ve always wanted Ryder, and that passion is stupid and useless like everything. And now he’s made it worse.” Sammy collapsed on his back, holding his stomach. “Why did he do it? Why did Ryder—”
The front door flew open with a crash against the wall, and in two steps Ryder stood in the middle of the room. “Am I beautiful to you? Am I, Sammy?”
Sammy sat up. He couldn’t catch his breath. “Yes. You always have been.”
Ryder stared at Sammy, his green eyes like emerald lasers. In a big step, he cleared the space between them, reached down for Sammy, and pulled him to his feet. “Good, because I’m sick of pretending you’re not beautiful to me.” And he dropped his head and covered Sammy’s mouth with his perfect lips.
Was this happening? Sammy’s mouth was so far open in astonishment that Ryder’s tongue slipped right in. Did the guy know what he was doing? Had he lost his friggin’ mind? Did Sammy care? Hells, no. He wrapped his arms around Ryder’s neck and sucked that sweet tongue into his throat. No strawberries. Just Ryder deliciousness. His new favorite flavor.
Somewhere in the background, Aloysius began to purr so loudly the neighbors must have heard him.
Sammy’s tongue danced with Ryder’s. The man really knew how to kiss, but the idea that it was Ryder practically made Sammy faint. His cock stood at full attention, but he tried to keep his hips away from Ryder. Didn’t want to scare the guy.
Until Ryder’s strong hands gripped Sammy’s butt and pulled him tight against a rigid pole in his jeans. Oh yeah, that was the cock Sammy had tried so hard not to feel last night. But now he’d gotten a full-on invitation. He raised a leg and hooked it over Ryder’s hip to get closer. Ryder grabbed his calf and pulled Sammy even tighter until the ridges of the cocks in their pants were rubbing together hard and hot. Sammy pulled his head away from the kiss. “Is this really happening?”
Ryder pressed his lips against Sammy’s ear. “Believe it. I could barely keep my cock out of your ass last night. I wanted to fuck you so bad I was hard all night.”
“I thought you were sleeping.”
“No, dreaming of pushing my dick inside you. Can I, Sammy? Can I?”
“How fast can we get to the bed?”
Ryder picked Sammy up. “Last night I was practicing.” He laughed. It only took a few steps to get to the bed. Ryder laid his burden gently on the straightened covers, unfastened Sammy’s fly, and dragged the jeans down his hips. Then he stopped and stared. “I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long. Seeing your cock.”
“You saw it last night.”
“But I didn’t think I could have it then.”
Sammy’s head was going to explode. “I had no idea you wanted it. Aren’t you straight?”
Ryder grinned. “Never.”
“Then why in hell have you been drooling over every pair of tits in New York?”
“It’s complicated. Can I fuck you now and explain later? My cock hurts.”
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CAPA Nominee! Excerpt: GENETIC CELEBRITY by Tara Lain; MMF Menage with Food Porn
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Here’s a nibble of a the second book of mine that is nominated for a CAPA. I’m so honored. Genetic Celebrity is a MMF Menage with supermodels and a lot of food!
Excerpt: Genetic Celebrity by Tara Lain; MMF Menage with Food!
Tommy Riley loves cooking and the simple life. But his passion for Angie “Booky” Edelson is anything but simple. Beautiful, ambitious, hard-driving and 10 years older than Tommy, Booky represents all the things Tommy has tried to leave behind. Besides, she only seems to love him for his food! Then Tommy’s boss brings home Shay Shaleen, a pierced, tattooed, androgynous street kid for Booky to turn into a top male model. Tommy sizzles for the beautiful guy but Shay gets caught up in the flattery of a famous fashion designer. Why does Tommy have to fall for two people who can’t love him back? Is there a recipe for blending with these genetic celebrities?
THE MUSIC CHANGED to something classical. Baroque, he thought. Tommy looked up from his program. The show had been incredible, in no small part due to Shay. Every outfit the guy wore looked even more special just because he wore it. All around them, people were still whispering about the amazing new model—the face of de Chauvigny. Booky was in hog heaven. How did he feel? Confused.
Every time Shay walked out on the runway, Tommy’s cock leaped. Yet he was sitting here with his thigh pressed to Booky’s, their fingers twining and his brain plotting how soon he could get his dick back in her. Maybe how he felt was normal. Hell, Shay was beautiful, and he had sucked Tommy’s cock. Really well. Of course, so had Booky. Tommy had gone from lonely masturbation to two fantastic hookups in a few days. It was lucky he didn’t have cock whiplash. Shay’s hadn’t been for real, but Tommy’s cock didn’t know that.
One of the female models walked out in a beautiful ruby-red evening gown. Sinuous and silky, it clung to her thinness like it was moving on its own. These women were beautiful, but he had no cock response. Booky, with her full breasts and cute round butt, did it for him down to the ground. The only model who turned him on was Shay.
Two more female models pranced down the aisle in gowns, their exaggerated walks and somber faces showing the clothes to advantage. They must be getting near the end.
Again the music changed subtly, this time to the Pachelbel Canon. The runway sat empty. The lights turned a little pinker, and a background of flowers came on the screen at the back of the stage. He could feel people holding their breath. He knew he was.
Out onto the stage walked Roan wearing a tuxedo to die for. The lights glistened off the sheen of the fabric and the shiny black hair that hovered around his face. People started to applaud. Technically it should be for the clothes, but Tommy knew it was for Roan. He was that famous in his own right, and this was his first appearance in the show.
He walked to the end of the runway with that graceful stride that made everyone else look clumsy, then turned and walked back to the place where he’d entered. But he didn’t exit. Instead, he stepped to the side and waited.
The lights came up a little more, and the music swelled.
The bride. Here comes the bride.
Shay.
The gown filled the stage, billowing white poufy stuff that shone like silk, as simple as a song. The high collar pushed up under Shay’s chin with a ruffle, and the slashed shoulders showed off his beautiful collarbone.
As he stepped out, people gasped. The pale hair piled on his head and fell in tendrils around his face. An embroidered veil covered the shaved side. His expression was…interesting. Bemused, with a slight smile as if he had seen himself and been just as mesmerized as the audience.
Someone whistled. Applause began and grew. He glided to the end to thunderous clapping that drowned out the music, then turned and walked halfway back until Roan came forward to meet him. Roan tucked Shay’s arm around his, and they walked again the full length of the runway, bride and groom, husband and husband.
Tommy felt wetness sliding down his cheek. His heart didn’t fit in his chest. Shay was so beautiful, and Tommy loved him.
Booky pressed a hand to his arm. “Are you okay?”
He swiped at the tears. “Yeah. They just look so…special.”
She beamed. “They do, don’t they?”
The place was going ape shit. When Roan and Shay got back to the head of the runway, they moved to the side. The parade of models passed in front of them, their jewels and satins sparkling. De Chauvigny stepped out at the end of the row, and Roan and Shay flanked him. He took both their arms and walked the runway between them to cheers, flashes, and applause. A man sitting next to Tommy was madly filing a story on his laptop, and fashion bloggers tweeted and texted in every corner.
Tommy wasn’t sure he could move, his cock hurt so bad.
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A Valentine’s Gift! Excerpt: HEARTS AND FLOUR by Tara Lain; The Vegan and the Cupcake Baker
Hi again–
This is my latest release. Hearts and Flour has been a bestseller at Amazon and ARe since it’s release.
Excerpt R: 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?
The door flew open. Yikes. Someone grabbed his arm, and it took a second to realize it was Yancy doing the grabbing. Just that quick, he was inside Yancy’s foyer and the door was closed behind him. Yancy pushed Micah’s back to the wall and spoke in a low voice. “You made it. I was afraid you’d chicken out. Good, you’re not too late, so only a few guys have paired off. You can still pretty much have your pick.”
“It’s not that easy. I think the other guy has to agree, too.”
“Well, hell, who wouldn’t choose you? Look at you.”
OK, so Micah kind of knew that people thought he was good looking. He couldn’t see it himself. He was tall enough, but kind of skinny and mangy looking. His dark, almost black hair would not stay out of his eyes. His lips were too full and cheeks too lean. Using his bike as transportation made him fit—hell, he even had a six-pack—but altogether he looked like a survivor from a desert island. He grinned at Yancy. “You didn’t choose me.” He was kidding. They’d always been friends, but no sparks had ever flown.
Yancy took him seriously. “I can’t help it that I’m addicted to giant weightlifters and linebackers. If I could look at a guy under two ninety-five, I’d look at you.”
Micah laughed. “And you’d only be off by a hundred and fifty pounds.” He looked across Yancy’s shoulder into the living room beyond. Music played and the voices and laughter sounded louder now that he paid attention. “So what’s going on in there?”
“Lots of pickings.”
“Not sure how I feel about it.”
“Don’t worry. Take your time and see if there’s anything to your liking. This is a no-obligation event.”
Micah took a deep breath. “OK.”
“C’mon.”
Yancy led him into the living room, which on another occasion would have looked out over the ocean and the city lights of Laguna. As it was, the long drapes hanging over the cathedral windows were pulled tight. And it wasn’t hard to understand why. Most of the maybe fifty or so men stood in groups talking and flirting with drinks and some food in their hands. But on one chair, two guys were kissing like they could clean each other’s tonsils, and a glance down the hall showed a man leaning against the wall while another dude sucked him off. The orgy was beginning. Shee-it. Watching was sexy. It was hard to force his eyes away from the public blowjob. Hard being the operative word. The room even smelled like sex, and his cock was turning into a steel rod in his jeans.
Yancy led him to a bar. “What’ll you have?”
“Red wine if you’ve got it.”
“Of course. I even have the organic wine with no sulfates, just for you.”
“Hey, thanks man.”
Yancy poured some deep red wine into a stemmed glass and handed it to Micah. “Want me to introduce you around?”
“Naw. Let me wander a little.”
“OK, but no hiding.”
“Just want to get the lay of the land.”
Yancy clinked his glass to Micah’s. “I’m more concerned about Micah getting laid.”
He looked around the room. “What about rubbers? Are these guys using them?”
Yancy grinned. “I hand them out by the barrelful.” He reached in his pocket and, true to his word, produced a string of six condoms. “I want you to use every one.”
Micah laughed and his cock did its happy dance just at the thought. “No worries.”
He sipped his wine and walked over to the door to the patio and looked out. Wow. Heaters surrounded the huge pool and men took full advantage, skinny-dipping in the blue water. Bare asses ran along the pool deck, and two guys fucked against the far edge of the deep end while two other guys looked on with their cocks completely erect. Whoa. He needed some of that action. He really did.
He’d taken one step out when he caught a glimpse of a person walking by him in the dining room. Crap. Was that a woman? One of his hands reached down and covered his cock, which was funny since at least ten guys outside were naked and Micah was fully clothed.
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Good Morning! A CAPA Nominated Excerpt for You from Tara Lain
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Happy CAPA Party! It’s still very early in California, but i wanted to pop in and leave an excerpt from Brush with Catastrophe, my MM paranormal nominated in the GLBT Category.
Excerpt: Brush with Catastrophe by Tara Lain; MM Paranormal with Witches!
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College art student Sammy Raphael is a crappy witch. And he can’t get a boyfriend. Sammy’s had a passion for his BFF, Ryder McMasters, for years, but Ryder is straight and human. Talk about hopeless causes! And where other supernaturals can bring down lightning and manifest wealth, all Sammy can do is paint. True, the “prophetic” paintings he does at night always come true, but they never predict anything important — until he paints a picture of a gorgeous man who turns out to be Ryder but so changed he’s barely recognizable. Then Sammy paints an angel –who turns out to be a devil that threatens Sammy’s community and the man he loves. With the black cat familiar, Aloysius, at his side Sammy steps up to save the world–with a paint brush.
Aloysius fascinated Sammy. Knowing the beast looked like a cat but was actually so much more played with Sammy’s mind. While he hadn’t seen it himself, he’d heard reports of Aloysius screaming down the lightning from Killian’s shoulder when they had defeated the head of the Witches’ Council who was trying to control the future of witchery through deceit and manipulation. Total feline scariness.
Killian stepped up to the lectern. Sammy glanced back at the rows and rows of students who had filled in behind him. Dr. Barth sure was popular.
“Good morning, and welcome to the History of Mystical Practice. Is everyone in the right place?”
One girl sighed, “Oh yes,” and everyone laughed.
Killian smiled. “Please put your notebooks down, place your feet flat on the floor, rest your hands in your lap, and close your eyes.”
Sammy glanced at Ryder and Chen, who both looked as mystified as Sammy felt. Sammy closed his eyes.
Killian’s voice sounded soothing. “Take a deep breath in through your nose and out through your nose.”
Much wushing and hissing filled the room.
“And another one. Now keep your eyes closed, but look upward as if you could see the spot between your eyebrows. Stare at that spot. If your mind wanders, just bring it back to that spot.”
Light. Wow. Like somebody had turned on a bulb in Sammy’s forehead. No, more like a candle, because it felt warm. The warmth spread up through his head until it reached the top of his skull. Then it seemed to reverse and started to pour like oil down over his brain. Gods, it felt so good. Silky, sweet, soothing. He let the heat fill his head, comforting every cell. Light sparkled behind his eyes. The sparkles and the oil meshed into a blanket of iridescence that stretched on and on and on…
“Sammy. Psst.”
What? He opened his eyes, and Chen was staring at him. At the front of the class, Dr. Barth was lecturing away. What happened? He smiled at Chen. “Sorry.”
Chen whispered, “No problem. I was worried when you didn’t wake up. Did you actually go to sleep?”
Sammy shook his head. “Not exactly.” He turned his attention back toward Dr. Barth, but out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ryder staring at him. Sammy went to take a note. What the hells? On his notepad, he’d drawn a picture of himself with Aloysius, the familiar, on his shoulder. Every detail was sketched in pencil down to the silken texture of the cat’s fur. Had he done it while he was asleep? No, he hadn’t been asleep, just…somewhere else. But maybe wherever he went was enough like sleeping that his prophetic painting had kicked in. Was this going to happen? Weird.
Sammy flipped the page and took notes, trying to focus on Killian, who was telling the class they would have the chance to practice many techniques in their journey through the history of mysticism. Sammy wasn’t sure what to make of the practice they’d just done. Maybe he was tired from his midnight art frenzy.
Finally the class was over. Food seemed like a good idea. He’d only had the egg and latte this morning, and last night he hadn’t eaten much of his veggie burger because he’d been nervous about impressing Arnold. What an idiot. Anyway, lunch. He was light-headed.
Sammy shoved his notepad in his backpack and stood beside Chen. Ryder waited behind him.
“Mrwar.”
What? Sammy looked around, then felt pressure on his shins.
“Mrwar.” Aloysius did figure eights, rubbing his silky blackness against Sammy’s jeans.
“Hi, fella. Hey, good to see you.” That was kind of true even though the cat made him nervous.
Aloysius jumped up on a seat. The crossed blue eyes stared up at Sammy. “Mrwar.” And in one fluid leap, the cat soared through the air and landed smack on Sammy’s shoulder. Just like in the drawing.
“Whoa.” Sammy staggered back two steps and felt Ryder’s hands gripping his shoulders. The grip was strong and warm.
“Mrwar.”
Ryder laughed, but all Sammy could feel was the heat and pressure of those hands.
Ryder laughed again. “He’s licking me. His tongue is scratchy!” Sammy glanced back and saw the cat scraping his long tongue over Ryder’s fingers. There was something about the power of Aloysius’s tongue that Sammy ought to remember, but the synapses in his brain weren’t firing. The synapses in his cock, however, ran rampant. Every one of Ryder’s long fingers on his shoulders seemed to have a direct connection to Sammy’s balls.
Too soon, Ryder moved his hands. Would that they had traveled to Sammy’s butt but no such luck. Ryder looked at Sammy. “You okay?”
Sammy cleared his throat. “Fine. Aloysius startled me.”
“Has he ever done that before?”
“Nope.” Sammy reached up tentatively and patted the cat’s head. Aloysius pushed into Sammy’s hand, and he giggled. “What do you think he wants?”
“Mr. Raphael, Mr. McMasters, Mr. Chen.” Killian stood in the aisle, leaning into their row. He was always formal in class. It suited him. Plus, Ryder was human, so Killian couldn’t reveal too much familiarity. Killian smiled. “Al seems to have taken to you, Mr. Raphael.”
Alvish, now Ryder, looked up. “Al? Do you mean me, sir?”
That made Sammy’s heart do a double take. He wished Alvish had taken a liking to him.
Killian smiled. “I call Aloysius Al, but perhaps I should call him Al number one.”
Ryder shook his head. “No, sir. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to be called Ryder. It’s my middle name.”
Killian leveled his gaze at Ryder. “A new name to go with your metamorphosis, I gather?”
Ryder nodded. “Something like that.”
Killian reached out a hand to Aloysius. “Come on, Al. We have places to go.”
Sammy felt the cat circle his neck like a winter scarf and heard him begin to purr. Sammy reached up to dislodge him and got teeth, gently but firmly, placed in the pad of his thumb. “Uh, Dr. Barth…”
Killian raised one fair eyebrow. “A new regime, I see.” He looked at Al. “Are you sure, Al?”
The cat released his teeth from Sammy’s flesh and purred louder.
“All right, I’m sure he has his reasons. Enjoy your guest cat, Mr. Raphael.”
“What? But sir… I don’t know how… What in hell am I going to do with a cat?”
Killian laughed. “Anything he wants.”
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Last Excerpt ADULT: HEARTS AND FLOUR by Tara Lain; MM; Sweet and SEXY
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Here’s my last excerpt for the night. This one is adult’s ONLY. Hearts and Flour is a sweet romance with a lot of SEX! LOL. And this is one of those scenes. Thank you so much to you for coming by today and to TRS for the great party!
Excerpt ADULT: 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?
He tightened his grip on Queen and pulled him to the hallway. The hall made a turn, and Micah bumped into a guy leaning against the wall while another guy deep throated his cock. Transfixed, he stared at the cock disappearing into that wet mouth and then reappearing all shiny and dripping. Both men moaned and mewled as they worked. Micah’s balls tightened and black dots floated in front of his eyes. It felt like he was getting the blowjob. Could a human be this turned on and survive?
He looked at Queen who stared just as fixedly with a little smile on his lips. His blue eyes flicked up to Micah’s. “Do you like that?”
“Hell yes.”
“My, so do I. Want me to blow you?”
Keeerap. In twenty-six years of being gay, he’d never gotten such a direct invitation. “Yes.”
Queen smiled like he’d just asked Micah to a garden party. He pulled on Micah’s hand, skirted past the very involved couple, and peeked into the first bedroom they came to.
“Unh, unh, unh. Oh baby.”
Queen looked up and smiled. “No privacy there.”
The next bedroom door was closed and locked. They looked into the third and found six guys on a king-size bed all sucking on each other. Micah trembled. If he stuck his hands in his pants and jerked off nobody would even care. Except maybe Queen.
The beautiful guy stepped in front of Micah and pushed him against a closed door at the end of the hall. “This place is busier than a billy goat’s ass in a pepper patch. Looks like we don’t get privacy, sugah.” Queen dropped to his knees, ripped down the zipper in Micah’s jeans, and had his throbbing, straining cock out of its hidey-hole and into his mouth on the count of three.
“Holy shit!”
“Ummmm.” Queen sucked like a pool cleaner. Oh. My. God. No way Micah could last more than a second. Never, never had he received head like this. Those red-painted lips left pink stains on his cock as it slipped in and out of Queen’s mouth. His tongue caressed the head and tickled the frenum as those lips did a vacuum move on Micah’s shaft. Oh God, never let it stop.
But no. He didn’t want to come like this. He knew what he’d been missing and, damn, he wanted it. He ran his hands through Queen’s silky hair. “Wait. Wait. Can I fuck you? I’ve got condoms and lube.”
Queen’s blue eyes looked up. He popped Micah’s cock from that fantastic mouth. “Most gentlemen seem to prefer oral.”
“Yeah, well I’d really love to fuck you if you’re into it. Otherwise, suck me and then I’ll suck you.”
Queen stood up, smoothing the red dress over a very prominent bulge. “You certain?”
Jeez. Why did he want to explain? Micah pressed both hands to either side of Queen’s beautiful face. “I don’t know if you care, but I’m not promiscuous. I’ve been with one guy for a year and before that was a long dry spell. I just came to this party because he cheated on me and we split. I was pissed off and wanted to do something stupid. But the idea of fucking you is about the sexiest, most incredible thing I’ve ever thought of. If you’ll have me.”
Queen smiled. “And you’re about the sweetest thing I ever did see. In case you care, I’ve never been to one of Yancy’s parties before. I’m new in town and mostly just wanted to wear my dress somewhere safe. But I think getting fucked by you, darlin’, would be the best thing ever.”
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