New Release & Giveaway! HIDDEN POWERS by Tara Lain Now Available!

Can a werewolf who makes people disappear save his world — and get the boy of his dreams? 

HIDDEN POWERS 
(Superordinary Society Series, Bk 1)
By Tara Lain 
Blurb
Jazz Vanessen is weird—and not just because he’s a werewolf. For most of his life, he’s felt different from his alpha male brothers and friends. Since he’s adopted, he can’t even blame it on family.
Now eighteen, Jazz meets his idol, the social activist Lysandra Mason, and her breathtaking nephew, Dash Mercury. When Dash is around, even stranger things start to happen, including Jazz falling hopelessly in lust. Not only is Jazz having visions, making people disappear, and somehow turning invisible, but somebody’s following him and threatening to reveal his pack’s secrets to the world.
 
Together with Dash and Jazz’s equally amazing friends—Carla, BeBop, Khadija, and Fatima—they discover the danger is even more lethal than they thought, and Jazz’s weirdness may save all their lives.
 

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Excerpts

The movie started, and as he’d guessed, it was crappy. But Carla was into it. She
bounced in her seat and munched handfuls of popcorn. Neither Jazz nor Dash had
gotten any, although Jazz had opted for the vanilla cola he and Carla both
loved. Jazz kind of wished he’d gotten popcorn, since maybe it would have
helped distract him from the warmth of Dash’s long, firm thigh just inches from
Jazz’s leg. The heat kept spreading like a lava flow up to parts that didn’t
need any more warming, and Jazz kept shifting from buttcheek to buttcheek.
Carla leaned over. “I got way too much popcorn. You guys want some?”
Dash stared skeptically at the huge bag Carla passed, but Jazz reached over, grabbed it, and clasped it like a life preserver, then held it out to Dash.
As two werewolves roared and attacked each other on the screen, Dash glanced at
the offer, then slid a hand into the half-empty bag, dug around, and guided a
handful of white kernels toward his mouth. Jazz dragged his eyes away from
those lips that he could easily imagine devouring something other than popcorn.
He dug his own hand into the bag, grabbed a handful, and shoved it into his
mouth, spilling several puffs down his front.
Dash murmured, “Um, good.”
Jazz agreed. He dove for more as Dash did the same, and their hands met somewhere in the middle of the bag, bumping. They both froze.
Jazz held his breath. What to do? Just as he almost made a decision to pull his hand out, he—did he?—felt Dash’s finger move. The soft, warm digit might have caressed the palm of Jazz’s hand. Maybe. Now he really didn’t know what to do.
Two of Dash’s fingers dragged over Jazz’s palm, an area of his body that must have
nerves stretching directly to his penis because the pressure produced an equal
and opposite reaction. For a second, they sat there, frozen, Jazz’s whole brain
dwelling somewhere between his thighs. Then Dash intertwined their fingers and
Jazz thought he’d have an orgasm right there, every nerve-ending throbbing.
“Hey you guys, don’t bogart the popcorn.” Carla reached across Dash’s body toward the bag. Fortunately, her eyes remained fixed on the screen where two
werewolves were stalking each other through the forest.
Dash managed to let go of Jazz’s fingers, and Jazz pulled his hand out in time to
allow Carla to drag the bag away from his erection, which was so huge it could
probably shove ten people out of the theater.
 
Dash stared at Lys as she calmly reviewed her emails and sipped champagne. Her limo was equipped with all the comforts. But right now he was tempted to snatch some
of that comfort from her hand to get her to pay attention. “Lys, are you going
to tell the Magicouncil?”
She looked up, curious. No, that wasn’t right. Evasive, that’s what she looked.
“What do you want me to tell them, Dash?”
“That we’ve experienced two unexplained surges of power in this area in the last two days. And the second one was significant. Hell, Lys, the hair on my arms is
still standing on end.”
“They’ll then ask me where it came from.” She drained the last inch of bubbly in her glass.
He raised his eyebrows. “And you’ll tell them that you think it came from some
unregistered and unexplained kid in a backwater called Hartford, Connecticut.”
She gave him a wry smile. “Don’t forget, I come from this backwater.”
“Only by accident.”
She set the empty glass in the side compartment next to her seat. “What did you think of him?”
Dash inhaled. Strange, but he didn’t want to tell her everything. “He’s powerful.
Amazingly so. But—” He shrugged. “—he’s different. I don’t think he knows
anything. And there’s something really odd about him. Like a power I don’t
get.” He looked at her face and realized she looked uncomfortable. “What did
you think?”
“I’m not as impressed as you are.” She stared at her computer screen. “You know that there are many humans who have skills they’re unaware of.”
“You think that’s all it is? Seriously? All that power?”
She turned and met his eyes. “I don’t think we should go off half-cocked, getting the council all riled up and intruding on this boy’s life until we know more. He
comes from a very powerful human family, Dash, one with money and influence. We
can’t start harassing him without consequence.” She glanced at her hands. “I
wish we’d met more of his family. That might explain something about his
skills.”
“Well, you set up the perfect scenario to learn more about him.”
She smiled slowly—and slyly. “You finally got with the program.”
He barked a laugh. “You’re always a step ahead of me, Mistress.”
“And don’t you forget it. By the way, I loved your comment about absorbing
experience from the cosmos. Very cute.”
He smiled to cover his hard swallow.
            She gazed at him and sipped her champagne. “Think of this assignment as a chance to further prove yourself. A step toward—well, let’s just say big things, where you really can absorb teachings from the cosmos.”

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Ten Things Bohemian Rhapsody Got Right & Wrong

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Like many people, I really enjoyed the film Bohemian Rhapsody, but heard that there were so many inaccuracies in it that some viewers were trashing the movie. I love film and don’t expect bio films to be 100% true if they capture the spirit of the person, but i was still interested in this video that purports to show the things the movie got right and wrong. I think there are more in both categories, but hope you enjoy this video as i did.

Thank you for stopping by. I have a number of recent and upcoming releases you might like to check out. The Case of the Voracious Vintner is making readers laugh and guess! Hidden Powers is the first book in a new adult adventure/romance. : )

Cover Reveal & SALE! Cowboys Don’t Samba by Tara Lain

So excited to share with you the cover of 
Tara Lain’s Cowboys Don’t Samba! 
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Cowboys Don’t Samba
(Cowboys Don’t Series, Bk 3)
By Tara Lain 
 
Blurb
Maury Garcia’s one of the greatest bull riders in the world—and one of the biggest liars. Can he turn forbidden love with a rodeo rookie into a lasting romance?
Ever since his brother was killed because he was gay, Maury’s worked to take his brother’s place as the bull rider, the provider, and the ideal of his family’s macho expectations. The only thing Maury’s ever done for himself is buy a secret ranch so he can get away from the responsibilities he’s chained himself to. Then he meets Tristão Silva, the younger brother of the one man who could rob Maury of his bull riding championship.
Tristão may be a world-class bull rider in his own right, but his kind, gentle nature and sexy samba hips make Maury long for something beyond his selfless, sexless life. The two men’s lives are worlds apart, even if they’re both buckling under family expectations. Will their future last beyond an eight-second ride?
 
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Cowboys Don’t Series
Cowboys Don’t Come Out
Bk #1
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Bk #2
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About the Author

Tara Lain believes in happy ever afters – and magic. Same thing. In fact, she says, she doesn’t believe, she knows. Tara shares this passion in her best-selling stories that star her unique, charismatic heroes — the beautiful boys of romance —  and adventurous heroines. Quarterbacks and cops, werewolves and witches, blue collar or billionaires, Tara’s characters, readers say, love deeply, resolve seemingly insurmountable differences, and ultimately live their lives authentically. After many years living in southern California, Tara, her soulmate honey and her soulmate dog decided they wanted less cars and more trees, prompting a move to Ashland, Oregon where Tara’s creating new stories and loving living in a small town with big culture. Likely a Gryffindor but possessed of Parseltongue, Tara loves animals of all kinds, diversity, open minds, coconut crunch ice cream from Zoeys, and her readers. She also loves to hear from you.

You can find Tara at Lain

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Tara Lain’s LOVE YOU SO SPECIAL in Audio! The Plumber & the Pianist

Hi–

I’m so excited that one of my personal fave books, Love You So Special, is now available in audio, narrated by the marvelous Ry Forest. A real opposites attract love story, my heroes are a plumber and a world famous pianist and they’re brought together by a tank of tropical fish. This is a story i’d call swoony — very romantic. You can buy it in audiobooks at Audible and, of course, at Amazon.

Hope you enjoy it! : )

Release Day: The Case of the Voracious Vintner

The next installment to the 
The Middlemark Mysteries Series 
is now available!
The Case of the Voracious Vintner
(A Middlemark Mystery Series, Bk 2) 
By Tara Lain 
 
Blurb:

Where Bo Marchand comes from, gay men are just confirmed bachelors who never found the right girl. But now Bo’s a successful winemaker on the central coast of California, supporting his whole damned Georgia family, and all he really wants is the beautiful, slightly mysterious Jeremy Aames.

Jeremy’s vineyard is under threat from Ernest Ottersen, the voracious winemaker who seems to know all Jeremy’s blending secrets and manages to grab all his customers. Bo tries to help Jeremy and even provides a phony alibi for Jeremy when Ottersen turns up dead in Jeremy’s tasting room. But it’s clear Jeremy isn’t who he claims, and Bo must decide if it’s worth tossing over his established life for a man who doesn’t seem to trust anyone. When Jeremy gets kidnapped, some the conservative winemakers turn out to be kinky sex fiends, and the list of murderers keeps dwindling down to Jeremy. Bo has to choose between hopping on his white horse or climbing back in his peach-pie-lined closet.

Available for purchase at

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Excerpts

Heart beating hard, Bo climbed out of the little silver-blue car and walked into the cottage-style building he knew to be a far more upscale establishment than its hippy-dippy furnishings made it appear. Jeremy was sitting on an old church pew against the entry wall when Bo walked in. Other would-be diners cast subtle glances at him—he was just that handsome—but his mane was pulled back into a strict tail at his neck, or they would have been staring openly. The smile he flashed as he stood went straight to Bo’s balls—and his cheeks with a flush of heat. Bo managed to get a word past his frozen lips. “Hello.”

“Hi.”

Their eyes met and couldn’t seem to let go. Fine with him, but they weren’t even close to alone. Bo swallowed hard and glanced around at the other customers, then back at Jeremy. “So, are they ready for us?”

“Probably. They said they were getting the table ready when I came in.”

Bo walked over to the hostess and used the dimples. “Hello, ma’am. I’m Bo Marchand. You’re preparing a table for me and my, uh, associate, Mr. Aames. Would y’all happen to be ready for us?” Flashing all the expensive dental work seemed to do the trick.

“Oh yes, sir, Mr. Marchand. We have a lovely table for you, private as you requested.” She fluttered her lashes.

He leaned in. “A very important business meeting. You understand.”

“Oh yes, sir.” She looked behind her. “Violet, please take Mr. Marchand to his table.” She grinned and said softly, “Or anywhere else he wants to go.”

Bo chuckled and waved a hand to Jeremy to follow as Violet led them to a booth toward the back of the restaurant. They slid in on either side of the table.

Violet smiled. “Do you know what you’d like to drink?”

Jeremy asked, “May we see the wine list, please?”

“Of course.” She stepped to a nearby serving table and grabbed a menu. “Here you go.” She glanced down. “Can I ask how tall you are?”

Bo grinned. “Just a tiny tad over six feet four, ma’am.”

She giggled. “I’ll be back in just a moment.”

Jeremy chuckled. “You do package the charm there, darlin’.”

Bo’s cheeks heated.

Jeremy leaned across the table and angled the wine list so Bo could see. He said, “They have a few of my blends and most of your vintages.”

Violet reappeared.

Bo said, “I’ll have a glass of the Marchand zin.”

“Excellent choice, sir.” A grin tugged at her lips. She probably remembered his name. She glanced at Jeremy. “You, sir?”

“I’ll have the same.”

“No Hill Top?” Bo asked.

“Nah, I like the good stuff.”

Violet walked away as Bo laughed. But then they were alone. Choose something to talk about. “Uh, so have you thought any more about how we can work together?”

A waiter walked up with two balloon glasses of red and placed them on the table. “Enjoy.”

Jeremy nodded. “Oh, we will.” As the waiter returned to the kitchen, Jeremy held up his glass. “To us.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Uh, to our partnership.” His nostrils flared. “I mean, to defeating Ottersen.”

Bo’s pulse fluttered in his throat. “To all of those.”

They drank and Jeremy closed his eyes, revealing long, thick lashes several tones darker than his dirty-blond hair. “Oh man, you do give good zin, my friend.”

“I’m so glad you like it.”

“I do. So much.”

The words were simple, but they made Bo shiver, and he sloshed a mouthful of wine between his lips, spattering some on the white tablecloth.

“Shall we read the rest?”

Jeremy nodded, all that fair hair rippling, and Bo plunged into his next line just for the distraction. “Indeed, you come near me now, Hal, for we that take purses go by the moon and the seven stars, and not by Phoebus, he, that wand’ring knight so fair.” His heart tripped. Knight so fair. He groped for his wineglass, hit it awkwardly, and tipped it right over onto Jeremy’s arm. “Damn! I’m so sorry.”

Bo grabbed the glass and hurried around the bar for a rag of some kind. He found a roll of paper towels and dabbed madly at Jeremy’s soaked shirt, the wine creeping up the cotton fabric toward his shoulder. “That was so careless of me.”

“No problem, really. I always keep a shirt close at hand for just such accidents because they seem to happen several times a day. The red’s the worst.” He walked behind the counter near where Bo stood, opened a narrow closet, and pulled a white shirt off a hanger. Then, as Bo tried to keep his tongue in his mouth, Jeremy proceeded to strip off his wet garment and drop it in a hamper, also in the closet. He pulled another shirt up from it and laughed at the huge red stain on the front. “See what I mean?”

Dear blessed God. His comparing Jeremy to Brad Pitt washed back into Bo’s brain, this time the lean, hard body of Fight Club. How did a normal person get abs like that, below shoulders and arms like that? Whoa.

With no apparent hurry, Jeremy sidled to the bar sink, took some towels and wet them, and began to wipe the wine off his glistening golden skin. Bo would gladly have volunteered his tongue for the job. Jeremy held out a fresh wet towel to Bo. “Would you mind? The wine seems to have seeped up onto my back a bit.”

Catatonic. For a second he thought he’d embarrass himself by being unable to move, but he managed to pull it together and take the towel from Jeremy. Jeremy turned and presented a masterpiece of shoulders and triceps for Bo’s careful inspection. Bo’s dick pronounced Jeremy flawless. “You’re very fit.”

Jeremy glanced over his shoulder abruptly, and for an odd second, he looked—what? Worried? Guilty? Why?

“Uh, yes, I used to be into working out.” He turned his head, but his shoulders had tensed a little.

Taking a breath, Bo wiped the wet towel over Jeremy’s smooth skin on his shoulder and down the side of his back. His hand faltered more than once at the heat penetrating the wet paper and the overwhelming desire to drop the towel and just touch that vanilla crème texture. Thank God Jeremy was turned backward because Bo’s erection threatened to take over the tasting room like Godzilla in Tokyo.

Okay, he couldn’t resist, and probably Jeremy couldn’t tell. Bo let his fingers slip off the side of the paper and slide across Jeremy’s back. Not perfectly smooth as it looked. There were little variations in texture here and there, tiny moles or freckles, like a living, breathing human. Oh dear God, that was more disturbing than perfection. The need to lean in and rest his cheek against all that strength flamed through him.

Suddenly Jeremy made a funny, snuffly sound, as if he was stifling a moan and a sigh at the same time.

Bo froze. Fuckity frogs and fishes! Swiftly and efficiently, he wiped the last dregs of wine from Jeremy’s flesh, dropped the towel on the bar, and walked out toward the opposite wall, taking deep breaths so there was no chance of Jeremy spying his boner.

A Middlemark Mystery
 
The Case of the Sexy Shakespearean
Bk 1 

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About the Author

Tara Lain believes in happy ever afters – and magic. Same thing. In fact, she says, she doesn’t believe, she knows. Tara shares this passion in her best-selling stories that star her unique, charismatic heroes — the beautiful boys of romance —  and adventurous heroines. Quarterbacks and cops, werewolves and witches, blue collar or billionaires, Tara’s characters, readers say, love deeply, resolve seemingly insurmountable differences, and ultimately live their lives authentically. After many years living in southern California, Tara, her soulmate honey and her soulmate dog decided they wanted less cars and more trees, prompting a move to Ashland, Oregon where Tara’s creating new stories and loving living in a small town with big culture. Likely a Gryffindor but possessed of Parseltongue, Tara loves animals of all kinds, diversity, open minds, coconut crunch ice cream from Zoeys, and her readers. She also loves to hear from you.

You can find Tara at Lain

Amazing 40% OFF Backlist e-Book Sale! About 40 Tara Lain Books at Dreamspinner.

Hi — Dreamspinner Press is having an amazing sale, offering 40% off all ebooks published before July of 2018! Not just mine. All Dreamspinner authors. As for me, that means most of my backlist if 40% off during this sale–from the Pack or the Panther to Love You So Madly. This includes the entire Love in Laguna series including Fool of Main Beach, all of The Pennymaker Tales including Never, all of Balls to the Wall including Bleu Balls, all of the Aloysius Tales, all of the Long Pass Chronicles, my stand-alones like Return of the Chauffeur’s Son, Tales of the Harker Pack, and the first 2 Love You So books!

Here is the LINK. 

BTW, if you’re a member of Dreamspinner Press DreamReaders group on Facebook, be sure to come visit this weekend (Jan 25,26,27) when you’ll also get 40% off my new releases!!

Like New Adult Romances? WIN a Whole Reading List incl. Brush with Catastrophe

Hi. If you like New Adult romances and you like winning, here’s an easy way to enter to win 28 romances and all you need to do is follow the authors on BookBub — including me! My book in the Booksweeps contest is Brush with Catastrophe — witches in college! Meet the young witch who thinks he’s not much but is faced with having to save the world as he knows it. Follow this link — https://booksweeps.com/book-giveaway/new-adult-romance-bookbub-january-2019/ Happy contest!

Also for New Adult lovers, my upcoming release Hidden Powers can be preordered now. This is the first adventure of the Superordinary Society. Check it out HERE. : )

Cover Reveal: HIDDEN POWERS from Tara Lain. New Series, New World

Please visit the Cover Reveal at Joyfully Jay 

So excited to share with you the cover for HIDDEN POWERS (Superordinary Society Series, Bk 1)!! What do you think? Awesome, right? It’s by the amazing Reese Dante.

This new series is something different for me – – Harker Pack meets Harry Potter — with a new world of exciting young superordinary characters. Hope you love it!

Blurb

Jazz Vanessen is weird—and not just because he’s a werewolf. For most of his life, he’s felt different from his alpha male brothers and friends. Since he’s adopted, he can’t even blame it on family.

Now eighteen, Jazz meets his idol, the social activist Lysandra Mason, and her breathtaking nephew, Dash Mercury. When Dash is around, even stranger things start to happen, including Jazz falling hopelessly in lust. Not only is Jazz having visions, making people disappear, and somehow turning invisible, but somebody’s following him and threatening to reveal his pack’s secrets to the world.

Together with Dash and Jazz’s equally amazing friends—Carla, BeBop, Khadija, and Fatima—they discover the danger is even more lethal than they thought, and Jazz’s weirdness may save all their lives.

Release Date:
March 12, 2019

Pre-Order your copy at Dreamspinner Press!

Add to your Goodreads!!

 

Lysandra’s nephew escorted her to a seat at the governor’s table, then sat beside her. After he pushed her chair back in, he suddenly raised his head like a deer scenting the air and glanced around the crowd. It was kind of like when Jazz smelled danger or someone he knew, but this guy was no werewolf. He might look supernatural, but to Jazz’s nose, he came across as human.

Carla gave Jazz a rough elbow to the ribs. “Close your mouth, or better yet, stuff it with some of that outrageous pile of protein. His name’s Dashiell”—she said it like Dasheel—“as in dash-ing, but she calls him Dash. You’ll get to meet him.”

“I will? Why?” Weirdly, his heart slammed against his ribs.

“Because they’re sitting at our table, and so are you. Come on.” She grabbed his arm.

He pulled it back. Okay, too much. “Uh, I’m not so sure.”

“Why? You’re not shy.”

“She’s just my idol, you know. Sometimes idols are best seen from afar. You don’t notice the cracks.”

She smiled wryly. “You sure it’s not fear of getting a mighty erection in public over Mr. Dashing Pretty Puss?”

He lightly punched her shoulder. Of course, she was close to the truth.

“Dad says Lysandra Mason’s a love.” She hauled on his arm again.

“My food—”

“Bring it.”

He left it on the table and wiped his hands on his jeans.

She laughed.

He let himself be dragged over to where the governor and his wife were sitting with some members of his staff that Jazz mostly recognized from photos. And sure enough, the great lady herself was there, sitting beside—what had Carla called him?—Mr. Dashing Pretty Puss. The closer Jazz got, the prettier he looked. Her too. Strange. Usually humans looked more—human up close. You saw the freckles and blemishes. It made them real and charming. These two just stayed beautiful. Flawless skin, glowing hair, and luminous eyes. Lysandra’s nephew turned to look at Jazz, and Jazz saw that his eyes were some shining shade of pale green. Lysandra’s hair was brown mixed with blond, or vice versa, while the guy’s hair was actually very dark brown with deep shades of red, like fire. Jazz wanted to be invisible so he could sit down and stare at the two of them until his eyes bled.

His hands started to tingle and a quiver vibrated up his spine. Totally cray.

Carla grabbed his arm. “Hey. You okay? You got kind of pale.”

He forced a smile. “Just too much hero worship.”

She marched up to the table like the daughter of a governor—one who knew no fear—and stuck out her hand to Lysandra Mason. “Hi. I’m Carla Mendes, and I’m thrilled to meet you.”

“Delighted, Carla.” The smile Lysandra gave her was warm and genuine.

Carla reached back to Jazz. “This is my best friend, Jazz Vanessen. He’s one of your biggest fans.”

Lysandra turned her gaze to Jazz. Whoa. Where her eyes had appeared hazel at a distance, he now saw that they were gold—a pale yellow-gold like some kind of bizarre cat—but beautiful. Those eyes widened a little, probably at his adoring expression. “Hello, Jazz. How lovely to meet you.”

They weren’t words. They were music that filled his head like sweet smoke. He took her offered hand, almost scared he’d get a shock. Instead, her touch might have been more of a mist that slipped into his veins and made his blood dance like champagne.

Her eyes never left his as she shook his hand, then held it a few seconds longer. She finally blinked. “Carla and Jazz, may I present my nephew, Dashiell Mercury. We call him Dash.”

Jazz was scared to look. He might turn to stone. But when he shifted his glance, Dash was staring at him, his gaze focused.

Carla made a slight snorting sound. “Dash Mercury? Planning on giving FedEx some competition?”

Mrs. Mendes said, “Carla, enough of your smart mouth.”

Dash Mercury dragged his eyes from Jazz to look at Carla. And then he did it. He smiled. The seemingly immoveable, perfect face broke out into dimples and smile lines and crinkles.

Jazz’s mouth dropped open again, and he couldn’t get it closed.

“But I only bring the very best stuff to your door.” Dash laughed. If Jazz had expected a silky, even oily, voice, he was surprised to find Dash sounded pretty much like a regular guy. Friendly, casual, teenage. But Jazz’s wolf senses said that this dude was… something else. Human, yes, but unknown. Unexplored. Maybe dangerous.

 

Mark your calendars!!
March 12, 2019

Pre-Order at Dreamspinner Press!

 

Holy Cow! What a Year! #Tara’sGratitude #HappyNewYear

Hi and Happy New Year!

Everyone is talking about the things they are grateful for and i barely know where to start. Last year at this time, I was living in southern California. My husband and i had visited Ashland, Oregon in November with the idea that it could be a place we might move “someday”, but my hubby’s business is the kind where projects go on and on. He was in the middle of it. We knew i was flexible since i do both of my jobs from home, but he worked out of an office and had employees. We were charmed by our trip to Ashland, but that was all. 

Then came a day in February when my honey came home and said, “I’m at a stopping place. If we’re going to do it, we could go now!” Holy cow! But both of us are pretty good with change, so we put the house on the market the next day. It sold a month later!  We headed for Ashland and found a weird , rundown house that we thought we could renovate. We made an offer. We then loaded everything we owned and a lot of things from my husband’s father (since we were planning on moving to a big house) into a huge moving van. In April, a week before our escrow was supposed to close on our new house and the escrow on out California house was all closed, we drove 12 hours in 2 cars with a dog and moved into a hotel where we planned to stay for 10 days.

Then all hell broke loose. The rundown house had all kinds of problems. We couldn’t get our loan to close. Every day was torture as we were asked for more and more documents and inspections revealed asbestos and roof issues and on and on. We ended up living in a hotel for 2 months!! We finally gave up on the big, fixer upper. Really feeling at a loss, with all our belongings in 4 storage units, and unable to leave our dog in the hotel room, we started looking for a rental home. But our wonderful realtor called us and said, “Remember that house you liked right before you made the offer on the fixer?” He told us that house at the top of this huge hill was back on the market for 50K less!! We put in an offer the next day and closed in 30 days. Even that was a trial with different papers required every day. Our lender totally screwed up, but eventually managed to get it closed.

Finally in the middle of June, we moved into our house. BUT it needed tons of work, so today, the house is about 2/3rds done with renovations but we adore it.

In a year, we’ve changed our lives. New home in a new state where we’ve had to find all the basics over again — dentists, doctors, hair cutters, to say nothing of friends. All is falling into place. We love it here so much!

I still managed to write 5 books and conduct my day job from home at the top of a small mountain where the views thrill us everyday. My husband is conducting his business from home. We’re adapting to cold weather, even snow, changing leaves, and amazing beauty. Less cars and more trees was our goal and we’ve achieved it. Look at the pictures. You’ll see me smiling in my new Oregon boots on my birthday in October. Various views from our deck and of beautiful Lithia Park. Out happy thanksgiving and Christmas in our new home. Every day is an adventure.

When i think of how much change has occurred in a year it blows my hair back! And i’m so grateful!

May your new year be filled with joy and love and a happy embracing of change!

35% OFF — The Case of the Voracious Vintner & Hidden Powers by Tara Lain

Hi —

Guess what? Dreamspinner Press is having a 35% off Sale from now until December 28th. This means you can get The Case of the Voracious Vintner, my upcoming romantic suspense release, for only $4.54. (Usually $6.99) This may be the best price ever and anywhere. Here’s the LINK. 

A Middlemark Mystery

Where Bo Marchand comes from, gay men are just confirmed bachelors who never found the right girl. But now Bo’s a successful winemaker on the central coast of California, supporting his whole damned Georgia family, and all he really wants is the beautiful, slightly mysterious Jeremy Aames.

Jeremy’s vineyard is under threat from Ernest Ottersen, the voracious winemaker who seems to know all Jeremy’s blending secrets and manages to grab all his customers. Bo tries to help Jeremy and even provides a phony alibi for Jeremy when Ottersen turns up dead in Jeremy’s tasting room. But it’s clear Jeremy isn’t who he claims, and Bo must decide if it’s worth tossing over his established life for a man who doesn’t seem to trust anyone. When Jeremy gets kidnapped, some the conservative winemakers turn out to be kinky sex fiends, and the list of murderers keeps dwindling down to Jeremy. Bo has to choose between hopping on his white horse or climbing back in his peach-pie-lined closet.

In addition, you can also get my upcoming paranormal, Hidden Powers. This book doesn’t have a cover yet (coming soon) but i have to tell you, if you like paranormal romance at all, I think you’ll like this book. Here’s the Link.

Superordinary Society: Book One

Jazz Vanessen is weird—and not just because he’s a werewolf. For most of his life, he’s felt different from his alpha male brothers and friends. Since he’s adopted, he can’t even blame it on family.

Now eighteen, Jazz meets his idol, the social activist Lysandra Mason, and her breathtaking nephew, Dash Mercury. When Dash is around, even stranger things start to happen, including Jazz falling hopelessly in lust. Not only is Jazz having visions, making people disappear, and somehow turning invisible, but somebody’s following him and threatening to reveal his pack’s secrets to the world.

Together with Dash and Jazz’s equally amazing friends—Carla, BeBop, Khadija, and Fatima—they discover the danger is even more lethal than they thought, and Jazz’s weirdness may save all their lives.

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