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MISTLETOWED by Tara Lain. A 99 Cent Holiday Romp

Mistletowed_432Hi — Mistletowed, my wild, holiday romp, has a yummy new cover and a yummy new price — 99 cents at Amazon. Check it out HERE.

Excerpt: Mistletowed by Tara Lain; M/M, M/F, M/M/F with a Touch of Magic

Five friends, one piece of mistletoe. Christian Elliott has the perfect life — right girlfriend, right job, right house and car. How come he’s only really happy when he’s with his best friend, Jason? Melanie Cantrell has everything she wants. Why can’t she stop cheating on her boyfriend with her yoga teacher? Buttercup Allender adores her stable life with Winston.  But she can’t give up her secret desire for BDSM. Stir them all together at a holiday party with a beautiful rock god and a submissive stockbroker and what do you get? It could be love and it could be magic.

 

He always felt so comfortable at Jason’s place. Happy and satisfied. Not his usual state of being. Of course, he got off on the pressure and uncertainty of business, but here at Jason’s, he was different. Maybe mathematics had something to do with it. Numbers were unambiguous, unlike marketing.

He sighed. He couldn’t say why he felt happy here any better than he could say what in the hell he was doing here now at eleven-thirty at night, hanging out on Jason’s porch when the man clearly wasn’t home. Had he expected Jason to be here? Ah, that was the real question. He often dropped in on his best friend. But it was, after all, Thursday, the day that Jase had said he was going out to dinner with some guy. Had Christian actually forgotten that until he got here, like he was telling himself, or…? Oh well, he was here now.

A car slowed down on the street, and Christian hopped off the swing and slipped around the side of the house. Okay, more self-examination might be required. Still, he didn’t want to barge in on his friend’s date. If Jase and his date went in the house, he’d just leave. But if not, he’d go in and say hi to his friend. Why the hell was he hoping so much for the last option? He heard footsteps and pressed his back against the side of the house, trampling a couple of small bushes in the process. He heard Jason’s voice.

“Thanks for dinner, Walter. I’ll have to tell my friend who loves to eat about it.” Christian smiled, knowing he was the friend in question.

The reply was a deeper voice. “Maybe I could have a little dessert?” Shit, Christian wanted to get a look at this guy, but he didn’t dare.

“I guess that would be possible.” Jase sounded a little flirtatious and a lot nervous, so Christian figured the guy wasn’t talking about banana cream pie.

Things got quiet, and Christian couldn’t help himself. He peeked around the corner. Shit! He slammed back. They were kissing. The guy was a big bruiser, maybe six feet, two hundred. And he was kissing slim, graceful Jason. Oh crap, he didn’t want to see his best friend kiss a guy. Or maybe…

He peeked again. They were going at it, lips locked, hips pressed together, moaning. Attention! His cock went from limp to ramrod straight in one breath. Just before he saw red. Literally, a field of red washed over his vision. He wanted to kill the guy. Okay, that was a weird reaction, but he couldn’t get his heart to beat more slowly or his respiration to calm.

Then he heard it. Over the moans, he heard sounds of distress. He stared at the embrace and realized that their hips were pressed together, because the bruiser, who had a good forty pounds on Jase, was holding his butt in one big hand. His other hand gripped Jason’s brown shaggy hair so he couldn’t move his head. He was forcing himself on Jason!

Double shit. Now he was going to kill the guy. Without another thought, he rushed around the side of the house, stepped under the porch rail where he had slipped away so quietly before, and in two steps, had a hand on the guy’s meaty arm. “Get your fucking hands off him.”

“What the fuck…” The guy pulled back, still holding Jason’s head. Big mistake. Christian reached over and closed his hand over the bruiser’s. The man was heavier, but Christian had a good three inches of height on him, and he had big hands and feet — to match another big appendage, he was pleased to say. He squeezed the man’s hand bones until the guy’s eyes bulged and he frantically tried to pull away.

“Let go of me.”

“As soon as you let go of him.”

“Who the hell are you, some kind of fag hater?”

Think fast, Christian. “Quite the contrary.” He took a deep breath and channeled his inner queen. “I’m his boyfriend. Sometimes when I’ve been naughty, he likes to make me jealous. So let him go, and I’ll forget the whole thing, since I know my little minx set you up.” Where the hell had that come from? He squeezed the meaty paw harder. “Understand?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll let go.”

Christian released him, and the guy pulled away, shaking his bright red hand. He looked at Jase angrily. “Man, I never figured you for a player.”

Jason tossed his head, throwing his longish hair out of his eyes. The guy had knocked his glasses crooked, and he straightened them with a snap. “And I didn’t take you for a rapist.”

“Hardly rape.”

“I know where you were going.”

Christian stepped closer to the big man. “And I know you better get the hell out of here and leave Jason alone. Clear?”

The guy turned, and without another word, walked to his car, got in, and left, shooting venomous looks, but nothing more dangerous.

Okay, crisis past. Uh, and how exactly was he going to explain being here, but hidden? He glanced at Jase, who instantly voiced the question. “What are you doing here, buddy?”

“Uh, well, I just wanted to hang out, and I kind of forgot it was Thursday, but then I remembered, and I was just thinking of leaving when you came back…”

“Thank God you didn’t leave.”

Well, hell, he hadn’t considered that he might be a hero. He smiled.

 

E-mail:                   tara@taralain.com

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Cover Reveal!! The Pack or the Panther by Tara Lain

Hi everyone — I had a website meltdown today which made it tough to see my Cover Reveal for The Pack or the Panther. So i’m bringing it to you! If you get a minute, please go over to Goodreads and indicate that you plan to read the book (if you do!)  LOL. Would be much appreciated. The link is below. You can also pre-order the book from Dreamspinner Press.

The Pack or the Panther
(Tales of the Harker Pack Series)
By
Tara Lain
 
 
Blurb:
Cole Harker, son of an alpha werewolf, is bigger and more powerful than most wolves, tongue-tied in groups, and gay. For twenty-four years, he’s lived to please his family and pack—even letting them promise him in marriage to female werewolf Analiese to secure a pack alliance and help save them from a powerful gangster who wants their land. Then Cole meets Analiese’s half-brother, panther shifter Paris Marketo, and for the first time, Cole wants something for himself.
When Analiese runs off to marry a human, Cole finally has a chance with Paris, but the solitary cat rejects him, the pack, and everything it represents. Then Cole discovers the gangster wants Paris too and won’t rest until he has him. What started as a land dispute turns into World War Wolf! But the bigger fight is the battle between cats and dogs.
Release Date: 
January 8, 2013
Available for pre-order now at
EXCERPT

Cole took hold of a
branch a few feet from Paris. “Do you think the alliance will stand?” He
shrugged. “Hard to say. I know everyone hopes so, so I hope so too.” Cole
pulled his eyebrows together. “But you don’t really care.”
 
Paris looked up
sharply. “Yes, I care. I care about my parents. They’ve been good to me and I
owe them a lot. I’m a freak by wolf standards, and my father has never abjured
me. I honestly believe he kept me separate for my well-being more than his own.
He acknowledges me as his son even though I remind him of his greatest sorrow.”
 
“Your panther mother.”
He nodded. “And Trixie isn’t a brave female. My existence is difficult for her,
but she’s been nothing but good to me. She had to stand against the combined
disapproval of a lot of other females for me. They didn’t know what I was, but
they knew I was Merced’s first wife’s son. They weren’t kind. She was. I value
her and want the best.”
 
 Cole nodded. If there was one thing he understood,
it was loyalty.
 
“And then there’s you.”
 
Cole glanced up. Look
at that mischievous face. He’d switched from deeply serious to court jester in
one second flat. “What about me?” He grinned.
 
The cat danced around
his tree, unfastening buttons on his shirt with intricate skill. “You want the
alliance and I want you. Isn’t that an Aristotelian principle? If A equals B
and B equals C, then Paris wants Cole to have his alliance so Paris can have
Cole’s big yummy cock in his ass. An ass, I might add, that’s been throbbing
like a voodoo drum since I first looked in your silver eyes, wolfman.” He
whipped off the shirt, leaving his upper body bare.
 
Wow. Even knowing what
was coming, that sight was hard to believe. The cat’s skin glowed in the
moonlight like so much alabaster formed into a work of art. If you liked bulky,
you wouldn’t like Paris. But if the look of a black leopard stealing along a
branch stilled your heart, this sight would do it for you down to the ground.
Not really slim. More like lean, with muscles just where they should be, but as
if they were made of silk rather than stone. Fluid.
 
Paris reached and
grabbed a branch, then pulled himself up one-armed until he leaned over the
wood on his belly. Flip. He circled and came up to sitting, his upper body
glowing and long legs dangling. He spread his arms out for a second as if
balancing on a tightrope. Then he reached in and started to unfasten his belt.
Slowly, he slipped it from his trousers, then swung it over his head until it
caught on an upper branch.
 
 He pulled himself to standing and used one
hand to slowly lower his fly. White showed in the gap. Oh my. Not white
underwear.  White skin. Cole shuddered.
He wasn’t used to this kind of sexy. Hell, who was? This cat was one of a kind. 

 

About the Author
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 best­selling 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 soul­mate husband and her soul­mate 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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Cover Reveal for Tara Lain’s The Pack or the Panther is Coming TONIGHT

Hi — At midnight tonight EST, the Cover Reveal for The Pack or the Panther will go LIVE!! It will happen on about 15 Blogs, but you can definitely come see it at my blog. http://www.taralain.com/blog About 4 hours from now. : )

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MISTLETOWED by Tara Lain is NOW 99 Cents!

Mistletowed_432Yep, new cover, revisions,. and new price for my crazy holiday romp, MISTLETOWED!  Eli Easton, who wrote one of my favorite holiday stories, just called this one of her favorite holiday stories!

Excerpt R: Mistletowed by Tara Lain;

M/M, M/F, M/M/F with mild BDSM and a touch of MAGIC!

BUY IT ON AMAZON for 99 CENTS!

Five friends, one piece of mistletoe. Christian Elliott has the perfect life — right girlfriend, right job, right house and car. How come he’s only really happy when he’s with his best friend, Jason? Melanie Cantrell has everything she wants. Why can’t she stop cheating on her boyfriend with her yoga teacher? Buttercup Allender adores her stable life with Winston.  But she can’t give up her secret desire for BDSM. Stir them all together at a holiday party with a beautiful rock god and a submissive stockbroker and what do you get? It could be love and it could be magic.

 

“Hi, Mel, what’s up? Is something wrong?”

“Probably not, but I’m worried about Christian, and I hoped he was with you.”

“No. Should he be?”

“I think he took off toward Laguna, but that was a few hours ago. He was pretty upset when he left.”

“Why? What happened?”

“Oh, his boss was making slurs at people, and Christian took offense. Seriously, it was kind of weird. Usually he’s easygoing, but the last few days he’s been so different. Unsatisfied. Questioning. Like what he wants has changed. I don’t get it. Anyway, if you see him, would you ask him to call home? He’d had some to drink, and I’m getting pretty freaked.”

“I wouldn’t worry. He’s been working so hard. He needs some rest. But yeah, I’ll tell him to call if I find him, okay?”

“Find him?”

“I’ve got one thought where he might be, but it could be nothing. I’ll check it out.”

“Thanks. You’re such a good friend.”

He hung up and stared at the phone. Christian having a crisis? Mr. Equanimity? That was weird. But he had a hunch. Mel said he’d headed toward Laguna. Not many places were open this late, but Christian had always liked the Sea Shell Bar. He grabbed a coat and scarf and set off on foot.

It only took a few minutes to get his suspicions confirmed. Standing in the doorway at the Sea Shell, he was witness to a sorry sight. And also a very confusing one. Christian was there, all right. Drunk as the proverbial skunk, golden head hanging, but still somehow managing to look gorgeous. On either side of him, like hounds after the skunk, were two guys, both gay. Jason knew them. They leaned in and appeared to be vying for Christian’s attention, which Jase didn’t get, since he knew neither guy was into hitting on straight men. All Christian had to say was get lost, and they’d be gone. But they weren’t gone. Maybe his friend was just too drunk to communicate.

He walked up behind Christian and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, buddy. I found you.”

Christian raised his head with difficulty. Finally his eyes seemed to focus. “Jase, my friend. Jase.” He lazily rolled his head from side to side. “Guys, this is Jason. Isn’t he beautiful, my friend? Isn’t he the purtiest mathemagician you ever saw?”

Both men acknowledged Jason.

What in the hell was Christian saying? Made no sense. “Come on, buddy. Let’s get you home.”

“Not goin’ home. Gonna get my cock sucked.”

Both men looked embarrassed and glanced around at the few remaining customers, then back at Jason.

Christian leaned back against Jase and closed his eyes. What a warm weight. Jason raised an eyebrow at his acquaintances. “What’s going on? He’s straight. What’s he talking about?”

The bigger man, all shaved skull and rippling muscles, shook his head. “Straight, my ass. He’s been coming on to both of us for hours.”

The other guy nodded in agreement.

Jason gave them a disgusted look. “Hours? Doesn’t that tell you something right there? If he was serious, he’d have been in one of your beds for an hour by now.”

“Maybe. But that guy is so gorgeous, I wasn’t going to pass him up.”

Jase smiled. “Yeah, I can see that.”

The other man — smaller, slim — shrugged. “Frankly I think it’s you he wants. He hasn’t stopped talking about you since he got here. Kind of a turnoff, but like Wendell said, he is really pretty.”

Jason shrugged. “I’m just the only gay guy he knows. No basis for comparison.” He propped Christian up. “Come on, bro, let’s go to my house.”

“Oh good. Will you suck my cock, Jase? That would be the best thing of all. Would you?”

Oh shit, this was so not happening! “You’re drunk. Let’s go.”

He managed to get Christian on his feet and moving. Wendell stepped forward. “Need help?”

Jason was a couple inches shorter than Christian and even more slender, but he figured he was strong enough unless Christian went deadweight on him. “I think I got it.”

E-mail:                   tara@taralain.com

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Happy Holidays with SNOW BALLS by Tara Lain!

SnowBalls_ByTaraLain-453x680Hi everyone–

I was out all day celebrating the holidays with my cohorts from my day job. We had so much fun! I hope your day was great too. To kick off my party participation, here’s a nibble from SNOW BALLS, one of the bestselling gay romances of 2012.

Excerpt:  SNOW BALLS by Tara Lain; MM Romance — The Cop and the Creampuff

Available from Amazon  ARe 

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?

“Oh my God. Rodney, did you hear about the robbery? I saw them. I saw them.” JJ knew his hands were fluttering, but he couldn’t help it. At six foot four and one ninety-eight, fluttery hands were ananomaly, but sometimes his emotions won. Sometimes? Well, maybe all the time.

“Take an end before I drop it.” Rod’s short arms could barely grasp the edges of the giant painting and it tipped precariously as he approached the booth. Rodney Mansfield’s small stature didn’t match his enormous personality.

“Sorry.” JJ grabbed the painting with one hand and lifted the burden from the little artist. He glanced at the semi-impressionistic portrait of a drool producing nude man lying on the grass in the sun, his big, relaxed cock illuminated by a ray of sunshine. Why couldn’t he find a guy like this? Well, maybe not lying on the grass nude, but a special guy. But then, having a partner meant taking care of someone and that was so not his forte.

He set the canvas on the floor of the booth at the back beside the boxes of little clownish dolls they were hoping to sell for holiday gifts at the Winter Fantasy Art and Craft Show.

Rod leaned against the sales counter and pulled off the bright aqua scarf he had wrapped three times around his neck. It might be December, but it was still a good sixty-five degrees outside. California winter. “Yeah, I heard people talking about the robbery when I came in. What’s up, darling?”

JJ flopped down on a wooden crate that held more items from the gallery for the booth. “These two guys dressed like Santa Claus and an elf apparently came in early this morning when people were just starting to set up. Everybody thought they were part of the Santa’s village display, so nobody suspected anything until Suzanne and Ollie saw them hanging around some of their jewelry boxes. Before Suzanne realized what they’d done, the guys had stolen expensive stuff from them and a bunch of other booths, too. When they went to look for them, the two men were gone.” He took a deep breath. “But I saw them!” His hands started to flutter and he curled them into fists. “They came right by here. I even talked to them!” He fanned his face. Fluttering again.

Rod reached out and grasped JJ’s hands. He smiled. Rod was so great at calming him down.  JJ LaRousse might be a drama queen but Rodney knew how to handle him. “What did you say to them?”

“Something about where they’d left their reindeer and weren’t they traveling a little early.”

Rod stared at him intently. “Did they answer?”

“Yes.”

“And what did they say?”

“The big guy, Santa, said their sleigh was double parked and you know how tough the meter maids are in Laguna. Oh hell, I laughed. Damn.”

“You’re going to have to tell all this to the police.”

JJ sighed. “I know. A cop in a uniform came over and said that a detective will be here soon to question me.” He pulled his hand from Rod’s grasp and started fanning again. He just couldn’t help it.

Rod pointed to the back wall. “So let’s get the painting hung and you can set up the rest of the booth. That’ll take your mind off of it.”

“Okay.” Rod always knew what to do. JJ stood up and grabbed a hammer and hook he’d brought for the purpose. With Rod’s guidance, the gorgeous painting by Roman, the nom de plume of Rodney Mansfield, soon dominated the back wall of the booth. They probably wouldn’t sell it here, since most people attending the exhibition were looking for Christmas gifts, and a fifteen thousand dollar painting wasn’t exactly a stocking stuffer. But it would attract people to the gallery later.

Rod stepped back. “Looks great.” He pointed at JJ’s head. “Hey, I like the new do.”

JJ patted a hand against his longish brown hair. He’d dyed it pink that morning. “I had a great role model.” It was true. Rod was JJ’s best example for how to be himself.

Rod laughed and flipped his red and green bangs. “I’m doing a holiday motif, darling.”

Voices sounded from two booths down. “Ma’am, I’d like to ask you a few questions if you wouldn’t mind.” JJ shivered. Was he scared of the police or reacting to that low, gravelly voice? He walked to the edge of the booth and peeked around the corner. Sweet dreams of baby gay boys—that was a hunk. JJ pulled back and started fanning.

Rod glanced up from his inspection of a piece of sculpture. “What?”

JJ hissed. “Look. Oh my God, look at what’s coming to question me.” The fanning hand moved so fast it was probably invisible.

 

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LOVE YOU SO HARD by Tara Lain; FREE or 99 Cents

LoveYouSoHardHi everyone–

One of my most popular books is a novella i posted for FREE at the MM Goodreads Group this year. It’s called LOVE YOU SO HARD. Thousands of people downloaded the book as part of the Love Has No Boundaries event.  After the Goodreads event, i posted it at ARe for Free and again, it’s been among the most downloaded books at ARe for many, many months. Then i posted it at Amazon. I couldn’t  make it free (that’s only for special promotions) so i made it 99 cents. It’s sold thousands of copies at Amazon in the last month! There’s something in this little story that people seem to love.

Would you like a copy? You can download it FREE at ARe HERE

Or if you like the convenience of Amazon, you can buy it for 99 cents, HERE

On the bottom in life. That’s how Craig Elson feels. Even though he’s one of the best strategic planners around, a more confident guy claims credit for his work. He’s good looking, but the slimiest user at the bar calls Craig a loser. Taking care of his mom who has Alzheimer’s drains his finances and leaves him in a dull, gray car — and a dull, gray life. Then Craig meets Jessie Randall with his T-shirt that proclaims “I Would Bottom You So Hard”. The message seeps into Craig’s soul. Craig asks the gorgeous young graduate student and tutor to teach him how to top. Jessie’s been admiring the shy, handsome guy who comes to the coffee shop, so he says yes and sets out to help Craig get a new job, a new apartment, and a new lease on life. But Craig loves the lessons–and the teacher — so much, he doesn’t want to graduate. Can Craig learn to be on top without losing his sassy bottom?

He needed to change, but what the hell could he do different? The answer was everything, but he didn’t know how to choose, where to start.

“Hi.”

He froze. He’d know that voice anywhere. Craig opened his eyes and looked straight at a black T-shirt and the message that haunted him. I Would Bottom You So Hard. The words stretched across that lean, beautifully-muscled chest under a wide set of shoulders. The sexy, wild blond hair almost touched them. “Hi.”

The kid crossed his arms. Oh don’t cover it up. “I’ve never seen you in here in the middle of the day.”

Dear God, he’d noticed too. “Uh, vacation.”

“What happened to your eye?”

“A silly accident.”

“Can I sit down?”

Hell yeah. “Sure.”

The kid dragged another armchair over across from Craig, then plopped that cute butt in the tight black jeans into it.“So I see you in here in the mornings a lot.”

“Uh, you do?”

“Yeah.” He flipped his hair. “I’m Jessie Randall by the way.”

“Craig. Craig Elson.”

Jessie pulled a leg up onto the chair. “So how come you take your vacation in a coffee shop?” He grinned.

Craig cocked his head.

“Why aren’t you off surfing in Costa Rica or something?”

He sipped his coffee. “I have to be close by for my mom. She’s in a nursing home.”

Jessie nodded. “Oh sorry. You’re gay, right?”

Craig sucked his breath. “Uh, yeah. That obvious?”

The guy tapped his nose.“Gaydar.”

Might as well ask. “Is your shirt true?”

The kid laughed. “Oh, hell yeah!”

Craig swallowed hard and clasped his hands to keep them from shaking.

The kid pulled his other leg up on the chair. “So what do you do, Craig?”

Craig tried not to frown. “I’m, uh, the director of strategic planning for a technology company. You’re a teacher, right? I mean, I heard you say something yesterday morning.”

“Not a teacher yet, just a tutor.”

“What do you tutor?”

“Mostly English and literature. But some other stuff too.”

Craig looked at the guy. So easy and self-assured. So much the kind of person he wanted to be. No, it’s a crazy idea. “So you mostly tutor young kids?”

“No, college and graduate students. I’m working on my PhD in English and American literature.”

“Aren’t you kind of young?”

He laughed that easy chuckle. “I’m twenty-one, but yeah, I finished college early and went straight on to the doctorate. With the stuff I’m interested in, you teach or you die.” He laughed again.

Craig couldn’t get the idea out of his head. Damn, he needed to think. “Excuse me. I have to go to the men’s room.”

“Sure.”

Craig got up and hurried to the unisex single-holer on the opposite side of the lounge area. He was certifiable for walking away from Jessie. The guy probably wouldn’t be there when he came back. But maybe that was a test of his insane idea.

Inside the restroom, he peed, washed his hands and stared at himself in the mirror. Think, dammit. His mind jumbled back at him in flashes of chaotic thoughts. Jessie noticed him. Knew he was gay. Craig had to change. But how? How? Tutor. Top. Bottom You So Hard.

He opened the door and peeked out. Still there. Across the room, Jessie sat with his feet up on the table looking completely at home. That was his secret. The guy appeared at home in the world. Craig? Not so much.

He walked back to his comfy seat and perched on the edge. “I’m glad you stayed.”

Jessie grinned. “Me too. I don’t have another class today, and my first student doesn’t come until four thirty.”

“Oh good.” Craig stared at the words on the guy’s chest. I Would Bottom You So Hard. He took a deep breath. “Would you tutor me?”

One thousand points. Jessie didn’t laugh. “What kind of tutoring do you need?”

He swallowed and stared at his hands. “I want to learn how to top.”

One million points. He still didn’t laugh.

Craig looked up at that calm pixie face. “I mean, don’t misunderstand. You wouldn’t have to, uh, have sex with me.” He glanced around but no one was nearby.

Jessie grinned. “How exactly would I teach you to top without having sex with you?”

Excellent question. “I thought maybe you could just tell me, you know. Describe.”

One deep dimple flashed.“You have had sex before?”

Craig nodded. “Oh yes, but I always bottom.”

“But you know what the guy on top does, right?”

Well damn, this wasn’t going well. “Yes, but I thought since you really like to bottom— your shirt and all— you could tell me what you like in a top. My experience isn’t all that, uh—all that.” His ears were burning. Maybe running away and never coming back to the coffee shop would be good.

“But you wouldn’t want me to show you?”

Craig looked up. “Oh no, you wouldn’t have to do that.”

“Have to? What if I wanted to have sex with you?” He grinned. “As a way of demonstrating?”

Craig could feel his eyes getting wide but he couldn’t control them. “That—” He cleared his throat. “—would be fine.” He stared at Jessie’s blue eyes. “It’s just I’m so much older and not your type and I thought you wouldn’t want to.”

Jessie cocked his head.“How do you know my type?”

Wow. Talk about flustered. “I don’t. I just figured it wouldn’t be 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 21. 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”!

 

The Wolves are Coming from Tara Lain

catanddogHi everyone — Happy last day of the party! I wanted to share what’s coming up from moi. In December, i’ll be re-releasing my holiday erotic romance, MISTLETOWED. I’ve rewritten parts of it and it has a brand new cover!

Then on January 8th, my first werewolf book, THE PACK OR THE PANTHER, releases from Dreamspinner Press. It will be available for pre-order on the DSP website. It’s the first book in Tales of the Harker Pack. The second book in the series, WOLF IN GUCCI LOAFERS, releases in April. At that time, both books will be available in print. 

Here’s the blurb for THE PACK OR THE PANTHER.

Cole Harker, son of an alpha werewolf, is bigger and more powerful than most wolves, tongue-tied in groups, and gay. For twenty-four years, he’s lived to please his family and pack—even letting them promise him in marriage to female werewolf Analiese to secure a pack alliance and help save them from a powerful gangster who wants their land. Then Cole meets Analiese’s half-brother, panther shifter Paris Marketo, and for the first time, Cole wants something for himself.

 When Analiese runs off to marry a human, Cole finally has a chance with Paris, but the solitary cat rejects him, the pack, and everything it represents. Then Cole discovers the gangster wants Paris too and won’t rest until he has him. What started as a land dispute turns into World War Wolf! But the bigger fight is the battle between cats and dogs.

There will be a FB party and a blog tour to launch this book so stay in touch on my website!

F.A.S.T. Balls for 5 Heart Sweetheart? Want to Vote?

TaraLain_FastBalls_453Hi– I was honored to learn that F.A.S.T. Balls, my MM, contemporary, enemies-to-lovers book, received 5 Hearts at The Romance Studio. That makes it eligible for the 5 Heart Sweetheart! If you’re so inclined, would you check out the list and vote? Here’s the link: http://www.theromancestudio.com/5heart_form.php

And here’s a nibble from F.A.S.T. Balls!

Excerpt: F.A.S.T. Balls by Tara Lain; The Gay Fireman and the Homophobe

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Firefighter and surfing champion, Jerry Wallender, looks like a hero to the world, but he can’t see it. He keeps falling for these intellectual guys who end up making him feel dumb and unneeded.  On top of that, Mick Cassidy, super-gorgeous firefighter and total homophobe, makes Jerry’s life miserable with his slurs. Then one day Mick’s nice to Jerry and, at the Firefighter’s Ball, Jerry offers a helping hand and ends up with a hand-job. What the hell is going on?

Mick Cassidy is great with fighting fires and solving math problems but rotten with people. Raised by a gay-hating preacher, Mick’s carefully constructed world of gay bashing starts to crumble when he meets Jerry, the nicest, kindest man he’s ever known.  Mick’s never wanted a woman and can’t stop thinking about sex with Jerry. In fact, he can’t stop doing it. Does that make him gay? And if he’s gay, what happens to his whole life? A hook-up between sweet Jerry and mean Mick might be total disaster — or the smartest idea Jerry ever had.

Straight nodded and positioned himself at the foot of the stairs.

Mick tested each stair before he applied weight. One gave way but he jumped to the next.

Heat searing now. He bent double and moved like some round-backed animal up three more stairs to what would have been the top if much had been left. Damn. Where was he?

He pressed against the only wall not burning and sidled his way down the hall to what must have been the bedrooms. It seemed like it took a year of inching but he got to a door frame and looked in. On the far wall, he saw what was left of a single bed like for a kid.

Holy God!

The floor of the room was mostly missing. Burned through.

He leaned forward. No. No, God. Lying on the floor a story below was a firefighter. It had to be Jerry. Crumpled like some bad voodoo doll or something. His breathing apparatus stuck out from under a burning board. The caved-in floor had caught fire to the fabrics in the room and a huge blaze was consuming a couch and fallen floorboards only feet from his head.

No!

Mick pressed himself against the wall again and forced himself to go slow. If he died, so did Jerry. When he finally got back to the stairs, he ran down, with charred wood cracking under his boots. He hit the ground, pointed his arm, and ran toward the hall to the back of the house on the first floor. He rounded a corner and staggered back. Flames licked up the walls on both sides like an arc of fire. He crouched real low and burst through to a short section of hall barely burning. Straight volleyed through beside him.

Then he stared.

The space ahead must have been a family room. Now it was pure inferno. He knelt and peered under the fire. Yes, Jerry’s body lay beyond a wall of flame. Mick’s heart and head disconnected. One wanted to leap headfirst through the flames and grab that fallen body in his arms. But the firefighter’s brain calculated. There was a chance of slipping through the burn low and on the right side.

Straight knelt beside him. Mick pointed at the area and mimed his going through. He reached for the RIT Bag in Straight’s hand. The man pulled it back and shook his head. What the hell? Mick used his extra reach to grab the bag and pull. Straight pulled back.

Mick screamed through the speaking diaphragm. “What the hell?”

Straight peered into Mick’s mask. “Our chance. Leave him.”

What? “No way.” He waved his arms wildly.

“Your father’s mission. One less fag.”

Mick stared at him. Every ounce of blood felt frozen. Everything he’d been taught stared through his mask. Discriminate…judge…despise…hate…and finally kill.

The scream came from somewhere he’d never been. Some place in his soul that had never seen light before. “Ahhhhhhhhhh!”

 

You can find Tara HERE:

Website:              http://www.taralain.com

Blog:                      http://www.taralain.com/blog

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Twitter:               http://twitter.com/taralain

FB Page:               http://www.facebook.com/taralain

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 21. 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”!

 

THE SCIENTIST AND THE SUPERMODEL by Tara Lain; R-rated

TL_TheScientistandtheSupermodel_coverinHi–

Here’s one of my earliest books that readers still seem to love a lot. The Scientist and the Supermodel is MM but it’s the first book in my MMF menage series. The character, Cal, who you meet in this scene, get’s his own book later in the Series called Deceptive Attraction. The Scientist and the Supermodel was a 5 Heart Sweetheart at TRS!

Excerpt R: Tara Lain The Scientist and the Supermodel M/M Erotic Romance

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Geneticist Jake Martin has brilliant scientific vision, but he’s blind to
his own nature. Despite his flagging interest in women and his past
experience with a man, he’s convinced himself he’d be happy if he could
just have his older boss, Emmaline Silvay, as his lover. Living in his
closeted dream world, he’s unprepared for the powerful attraction he
experiences to supermodel Roan Black, “the most beautiful man in the
world.”

Jake can’t resist the gorgeous, androgynous creature. Who could? he thinks.
But Roan refuses to accept him until Jake admits that it’s a man he wants
and this man in particular. Jake tells himself it’s just sex, but his
refusal to understand what he really needs threatens the best chance at
happiness he’s ever had. Is there a future for a PhD scientist who refuses
to see and a high school dropout supermodel who understands all too
clearly?

Publisher’s Note: This book is predominantly a romance between two bisexual
men and features primarily male/male sexual practices; however, it contains
m/f and m/m/f scenes and is therefore classified as menage, not strictly
LGBT.

The following excerpt occurs after Jake has had an unexpected encounter with a man in LA. He is at his parent’s home in Brooklyn, has just asked out a girl who was invited to dinner and is now talking to his brother in the guest room.

The daybed was a little too small, and Jake shifted, trying to get his feet in a comfortable position. The room was dark except for reflections from a streetlight shining through the one window. Yeah, he was tired after the flying and the socializing. He sighed.

“You liked her, huh? You’re going to take her out?” his brother’s voice murmured across the room.

“Yeah, I asked her out.”

“She really turned you on. That date should be hot.”

Realizing hormones pretty much ran his brother’s twenty-year-old life, Jake asked with a grin, “Now why do you think that?”

“Hey, man, I saw you trying to hide that boner when you ran out.”

Jake flushed, glad that the room was dark. “Did everyone see?”

“Nah, just me. I was beside you, remember?”

“Yeah, well, I was thinking of someone else.”

“Ohhh. Your boss, I’ll bet. You’ve got it bad for her.”

Should he go with that suggestion? “Yeah, I do.” Then he decided to be at least a little more honest to encourage Caleb to be the same. “But actually it was someone else.”

He heard his brother sit up in bed. “No shit? You got another woman?”

Why did he have to phrase it quite like that? “Just someone I met in LA.”

“Wow. No wonder you’re so tired, big brother.” He laughed. “What’s her name?”

“I’d rather just forget about it.”

“No fucking way. Is she one of those LA chicks? Is she an actress? Wow. Is she famous?”

“Famous? Yes, that’s right. Now give it a rest.”

Suddenly the daybed was a lot more crowded, and Caleb was sitting on his legs. “Ya gotta tell me, Jake.”

“I don’t gotta tell you.” Shit, why didn’t he keep his mouth shut?

“Why don’t you want to tell me?”

“It’s personal.”

“I’m your brother,” he wailed.

“I know, but I can’t tell you about this.”

Cal was quiet for a moment. “Why not, Jake? Will it shock me? Will it despoil my lily-white ears?”

Jake sighed. “Yeah, it would shock you.”

“Really? Awesome! Let me guess. Threesome?”

“No.”

“S and M?”

“No!”

Cal flopped backward. “Orgy?”

“God, no. Hey, baby brother, what the hell are they teaching you in that college? Are you speaking from experience?”

“Shit, no.” He gave an evil grin. “Wish I was, though.”

“Come on, you like to be tied up?”

“I might consider it.”

“You want to be with a bunch of women?”

“Well, no, not really. But don’t change the subject, bro; we were talking about your indiscretions, not mine.”

“No need. I’m not talking. Get off me. Let’s go to sleep.”

The big body didn’t move, and all Jake’s pushing didn’t budge him. Okay, he’d just go to sleep. Jake turned his head on the pillow and sighed. Ignore the runt.

Cal was quiet, then a voice came out of the darkness. “Jake, did you have sex with a man?”

Jake swallowed hard. “Why the hell would you think that?”

“’Cause I remember that guy. Tom. So did you?”

“Yeah, sort of, but don’t think it was something major. I mean, it just happened…”

“Awesome.”

“What?”

Caleb shifted and brought his face down so he was looking straight at Jake in the dim light. “I said, awesome.” He was quiet for a minute, then seemed to have made a decision. “Jake, my roommate is my lover. His name is Charlie.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah.”

They both just rested in the moment. Then Caleb practically pounced on him. “Tell me, Jake. Who was it? What did he do?” Suddenly Jake was being lifted by the shoulders and hugged by his giant of a brother. “Oh crap, Jake, I can’t tell you how much it means to me to have someone to talk to.”

Jake extricated himself gently from the bear hug and scooted back so he could sit up against the pillows. The light coming through the windows illuminated his brother’s handsome face. “Cal, why haven’t you told Mom and Dad?”

He looked a little sulky. “I didn’t hear you sharing your adventures at the dinner table.”

“Yeah, well this was a one-time thing. How long have you known you were…uh, liked guys?”

“It’s okay, Jake, you can say gay. That’s what I am, and I’ve known it since I went into puberty and all my raging hormones were pointing me in the wrong direction. Then I realized it was the right direction for me.”

“But you never told the folks.”

“For a long time I just kind of denied it. Then when I met Charlie and really got committed to the lifestyle, I just got tongue-tied. You know, Dad and Sean are such alphas.”

“I notice you didn’t include me in that description.”

“Well, you’re the pretty one. And you were always so comfortable with Tom. Man, I thought he was cute. Of course, I was just a kid, and he couldn’t see anyone but you. Fuck, that guy loved you.”

“You knew that?”

“Fuck, yeah. Didn’t you?”

“Not for a long time.”

“Wow. Poor guy.”

“Yeah.”

“So is that who you were with? Did he move to LA or something?”

“No, it wasn’t Tom.”

“Yeah, and I guess he wouldn’t be famous, or I’d probably have seen him. So who was it?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“If it doesn’t matter, why won’t you tell me?”

“Don’t want to.” Shit, what was he, five?

“So what did this unknown guy do?” Cal grabbed him again. “I’ll bet he sucked you off, didn’t he? That’s a pretty heteroflexible activity. Who doesn’t like getting their cock sucked? Right?”

“Yeah, right.”

“So who was it? Tell me, Jake. You know I’m not gonna tell anyone. C’mon, tell me.”

Jake sighed. “Okay. Have you ever heard of a model named Roan Black?”

Dead silence was followed by a soft whisper. “You are shitting me.”

“No.”

His voice rose. “Roan Black sucked your cock? The most beautiful man in the world sucked your fucking cock?”

“Shhh!”

Caleb fell back on the very crowded bed. “Baby, that doesn’t make you gay, it just means you’re smart.”

Jake burst out laughing.

Find Tara Lain at:

Email:                   tara@taralain.com

Website:              http://www.taralain.com

BE BAD, FOR GOODNESS SAKE by Tara Lain; Midnight Nibble

Be bad, for goodness sake_453x680Hi–

It’s 3AM in California! Our heater was having some problems and woke me up so i thought i’d post a middle of the night bonus excerpt! You may know that i write mostly MM romance with a MMF menage series as well. I’ve only written ONE traditional MF romance and this is it. It’s an older woman/younger man, contemporary romance novella for the holidays called BE BAD, FOR GOODNESS SAKE and, while it’s not my usual pairing, it does have a very Tara Lain hero and a very romantic story. Enjoy.

Excerpt: Be Bad, for Goodness Sake by Tara Lain; MF Holiday Romance

Available at Amazon and Smashwords

Christopher “Kit” Merchant is a flaming — metrosexual. Though he’s great at his job in product marketing for a high tech firm, he loves fashion, grooming, design and planning parties. Sadly, he also loves the CEO of his company, Elizabeth “Bett” Harding, who is ten years older, ten times richer, and has a successful CEO as a boyfriend. When Bett asks Kitt to plan the big company holiday party at her house, he’s thrilled. Maybe she’ll come to see him as eligible. But when Bett’s boyfriend finds them together in bathrobes sipping wine, Kit discovers Bett thinks he’s gay. On top of that, the boyfriend is trying to take over Bett’s position as CEO “for her own good”. Santa Claus is going to have to work hard to make Kit’s wishes come true. Will Kit and Bett ever get the chance to be bad, for goodness sake?

 

Oh God of lucky metrosexuals, Kit was about to go swimming with Bett Harding. Yes, she had a boyfriend. But she loved Kit’s furniture and she wanted him to pick out her clothes and, oh yeah, he got to eat dinner with her. He sighed. A lot of things were going right.

He hurried into the indoor swim area and found the dressing room. Stripped down to his black boxer briefs, he grabbed a couple of towels that he dropped on a chaise, took two big steps and dove into the pool. The water was Caribbean warm. He loved to swim. Swimming, tai chi, and karate were his favorite forms of exercise. He fell into a slow crawl that took him under the glass wall that separated the indoor from the outdoor areas of the pool. The cold air hit his back and he shivered, but just kept swimming. At the end, he did a racing turn and crawled his way back into the indoors. Arm raised, head to the side, breath, stroke, stroke, arm up, head to the side… Holy shit! He sucked water, coughed, and dunked himself, struggled to get upright, and finally sputtered his way into the air.

“Are you okay?” Bett bent over the side of the pool, still wearing the two pieces of devastating, ought-to-be-a-law-against-them strips of fabric covering only the essentials of a body so perfect, lean, and toned she would have done justice to the cover of Sports Illustrated. Clearly, she had no idea why he’d almost drowned looking at her. She seemed no more self-conscious in her two-piece than she was in her serviceable slacks and shirts.

“I’m fine. Sorry. You just startled me.”

“Good.” She did a crisp, shallow dive and came up a few feet past him. She fell into a slow crawl. He pushed off and swam up beside her. In a minute, their arm motions synchronized, their legs kicked in unison. It was like a time in tai chi class where all the people practicing had suddenly breathed as one and he’d known the meaning of harmony. Stroke, stroke, their ripples flowed together creating one wake between then, one movement, one heartbeat. No need to ever stop.

Minutes, hours. Maybe days. How long did they swim feeling so at peace? Finally she came to the end of the pool and stopped. He grasped the side.

She gave him a gentle smile, water dripping from her dark hair slicked back on her head. “Thank you. That was…nice.”

“You hungry? I put some water on to boil earlier and I can have the pasta made in a few minutes.”

She pressed her hands over her board flat stomach. “I just realized I’m starving. I don’t remember if I ate lunch.”

“We’ll take care of that.”

“Hang on. I’ll grab you a robe.” She jumped out. Okay, he was staring. That cute round butt filled out the suit bottom with a little extra to enjoy, flexing as she walked. She stepped inside the dressing room and emerged cuddled in a fluffy terrycloth robe and carrying another one. She set it on a chaise. “Here. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

He waited for her to leave the pool area before he jumped out. Seeing him in clinging cotton might not be the best under any circumstances, but with a full erection? No way.

He wrapped himself in the terrycloth, pulled off the soaked briefs and hung them over the back of a lounge chair. Time to eat.

A half hour later, Christmas carols played on the MP3, she’d served up salads and he put the finishing touches on a tomato and broccoli sauce for their pasta.

She pulled a couple of place mats from a drawer. “Let’s eat by the fire. That way I can lean against my new couch.”

By the fire? Wow. “Sure. Lead on.”

She set up the mats on the low, modern coffee table. By the time he had the plates in place, she brought a bottle of wine and two glasses. This was quite a celebration. She handed him the corkscrew and he opened the chilled white with a soft pop and poured two glasses. He scooched under the coffee table beside her.

She raised her wine glass. “To a wonderful holiday party. And my wonderful new furniture.”

They both drank and she dug into her pasta. She pressed a hand to her full mouth. “You are kidding me. This is like gourmet. It’s delicious.”

“Thank you.”

She swallowed. “What don’t you do well?”

He grinned. “I’d make a lousy linebacker.”

“I consider that a major failing.”

They settled down to serious eating. He’d missed lunch too, so he fed the fiery stomach.

When they slowed down to drink the wine, she leaned her head back on her new couch. Her soft hair was nearly dry and looked pretty against the deep plum color of the cushion.

“Tell me something.”

“Sure.”

“How could you possibly get me so completely when you barely know me?”

“Do I get you?”

She raised her head. “Yes. I mean the couch, the party plans, this food. It’s like you read my diary—if I kept one, that is.”

“I guess we’re just compatible. Plus, I’ve made a study of Bett Harding.” Damn, maybe he shouldn’t have said that.

She raised her eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“Not stalker or anything. I work for you in marketing. I have to understand how you like things, how you want things that represent you to look.”

She gave a small smile. “No one else seems to understand that.”

“For most people, their own ideas get between them and the person they want to please so they end up pleasing themselves.”

Her blue eyes seemed to darken. “Do you want to please me?”

He smiled. “Very much.”

“What the fuck is going on here?”

Kit’s head snapped up at the voice that thundered from behind them. Bett looked back too.

“Ollie. What are you doing here?”

E-mail:                   tara@taralain.com

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