Do You NaNO? Want to Buddy?

crest-05e1a637392425b4d5225780797e5a76Hi! Happy NaNo! I did NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) one time back in 2011 and enjoyed it. In fact, I “won” by writing 50,000 words in a month and went on to sell that book. It was called Deceptive Attraction and it came out in 2012. NaNo had a big impact on my writing practice since i got to see clearly how much i was capable of writing. It helped establish my word count ever since and i now average about 11-12,000 words a week.

I haven’t been able to do NaNo since 2011 because under the rules you have to begin the book on November 1st and i’m usually in the middle of something instead. This year, however, the timing worked. I just finished a book three days ago and I’m using this week to think through the plot of my next book, which i’ll start on Nov. 1st. The book is called Fool of Main Beach, the fifth book in my Love in Laguna Series. It won’t come out until fall of 2017, but i want to write it now for Nano.

So if you’re doing NaNo this year, please buddy me. I’m on NaNo as taralain. Or leave your NaNo name in a comment and i’ll buddy you!

Happppppy NaNoWriMo!  : )

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Top 10 Movie Heroes!

Hi — I’m all about heroes as you know. After all, i write MM romance so every book has at least two of my beautiful boys! That’s why i was interested in this video showing the Top 10 Movie Heroes. It’s fascinating seeing their breakdown of the types of heroes and who fits the bill. See if you agree with their choices. If you want to, tell me your favorite Tara Lain heroes in the comments below. I’d love to know.

Thank you for coming by!! : )

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Get SPELL CAT and All Tara Lain for 30% OFF!

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Guess what? All Tara Lain for 30% OFF! Dreamspinner Press is having a 30% OFF Whole Store Sale that includes my upcoming release, SPELL CAT! This is a great time to buy it in any format and Dreampinner will make it available to you on Halloween as soon as it’s released!! This is a fun story of the most powerful male witch in 10 generations who’s supposed to marry a female witch and have kids, but he falls in love with a human man — a man who, he’s been taught, can deplete his power if they ever have sex! You can see it HERE.

This great Dreamspinner Sale is also a super time to load up on all the fabulous  DsP LordOfAThousandSteps400books — including most of mine. If you missed LORD OF A THOUSAND STEPS, this is a great time to buy it! Or maybe BEAUTY, INC.

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Cover Reveal. DEATH DANCER by Tara Lain. Murder Mystery!

Hi and Welcome!! Don’t you love it? This is my cover for the upcoming releases of DEATH DANCER from Pride Publishing. Two important dates to remember. You can pre-order the book NOW! On Nov 1st, you can buy it at Pride Publishing and on Nov 29th it will be everywhere! I adore the cover and hope you love the story. Read on!

Death Dancer
(Dangerous Dancers #2)
By Tara Lain
A tattooed dancer and a by-the-book detective dance with death in the ego-fueled halls of ballet.
Bad boy of ballet, Valentin “Val” Aalto stands poised on the verge of huge success — except for one big obstacle. Influential lead dancer Harry Hardesty hates Val and cheats him out of the lead in Romeo and Juliet. When Hardesty winds up dead, Val looks like a prime suspect – and gets thrown under the detailed and methodical inspection of the handsome NY detective with the stick up his butt, Andrew Preston. At first, Preston believes Hardesty may be the victim of the chilling Dancer Killer who’s struck three victims, but evidence stacks up against Val. Still, Andrew can’t seem to keep his hands off his suspect and when the Dancer Killer starts stalking Val, Andrew is forced to choose between his dedication to a job he loves – and his growing passion for his beautiful dancer. Together Val and Andrew discover that chaos can be beautiful, one should choose desserts wisely, and love can even trump death in the rehearsal halls of ballet.
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Release Date: 
November 1, 2016


Val gritted his teeth but didn’t reply. He
just wrapped the towel over his longish wet hair and ruffled it dry. When he
pulled it off, Mr. Cop-out had his eyes glued to Val’s package. The scrutiny
made said package want to stand up and show off.
The cop cleared his throat. “I’m Detective
Andrew Preston with the NYPD. I’m investigating a homicide related to one of
the members of this company. Your director said all of you dancers are to
answer questions before leaving today. It doesn’t look like you’re planning to
make yourself subject to those instructions.”
Val plopped his naked butt on the bench
and let his cock drape down between his legs. Get a good look there, Copo. “To quote an old movie, I don’t
consider myself subject to much at all, Detective, but in fact, I didn’t get
those instructions since I was
meeting with the director of the company at the time they were likely being
“I see.”
“And I have every intention of leaving
here quickly and diving to the bottom of a vodka bottle shortly thereafter, so
if you’ve got questions, ask them fast.”
Preston raised a perfectly shaped dark eyebrow.
“I wouldn’t have thought an athlete would indulge quite so freely.”
“Yeah, well, when assholes throw their
weight around and take what’s rightfully mine, I figure I’ve earned a little
fucking indulgence.” He blew out his breath. “Sorry. Ask your questions.”
Preston carefully removed a notebook and a
pen from his breast pocket.
Val grinned. “You’re kidding? I feel like
I’ve gone back in time to some black and white TV show where you’re going to
“Just the facts, sir.”
Val’s eyes flashed to Preston’s. He
couldn’t be serious—then Val smiled. The cop’s light green eyes danced with a
very charming mischief.
“So you get that a lot.”
“Yes. I’m afraid my penchant for
organization receives mixed reviews.”
Val smiled. Cute. “Okay. Shoot there, Sherlock.”
“How well did you know Donald Fornazy?”
“Not at all, I’m afraid. Not even his
name. We had a couple scenes together. Nothing much.”
“Is that unusual, not to know someone in
your own company?”
Val felt the crease pop between his brows.
“Not really. There are a lot of dancers here. I’m not a member of the corps and
I don’t live here. Most of my friends aren’t members of the company.” He
shrugged. “The young man was neither a great enough dancer for me to notice him
professionally, nor enough my type to notice him personally.”
That got a rise out of both Preston’s
Val shook his head. “I’m sorry. I’m not
trying to make light of this man’s murder. I’m just in a rotten mood. Don’t
mind me.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“It doesn’t relate to your case.”
Preston gazed at him for a long second,
then looked down at his notebook. “Do you have any idea why someone would want
to kill him?”
“Can’t imagine. I heard that some other dancers
have been killed, which is pretty damned shocking. Hell, we’re society’s
frippery. Spangles on the ass cheeks of civilization. Hardly a threat to



His eyes opened wide. Dark. Why am I awake? He shivered. No
so-called uncles trying to slip in beside him or boys sneaking in to drop ice
in his bed.
A sound, between a scratch and a squeak,
sent the feel of that long-remembered ice down his back. Don’t move yet.
Woosh, Squrucnch.
Where? The
door? Too close. The window then?
Shit, the branch Andrew had freaked over.
Val’s heart slammed so hard it had to make a sound. The sheets over him
actually shook.
He snaked out a hand and grabbed his cell
phone. He pulled it under the covers.
Speed dial, baby.
One ring. Two. Three— “Preston.” Thanks for police reflexes.
He put his head under the covers and
whispered, “Andrew. It’s me.”
“I know. Why are you whispering? What’s
“Someone’s trying to break in, I think.”
“Shit. Jump out of bed. Yell into the
phone. Make it clear you’re talking to the police. Turn on all the lights. Now.
Val threw back the covers, grabbed for the
bedside light and flipped it on, half expecting to see some killer standing in
his room, but nobody. “Police. Get here now! Someone’s breaking into my
apartment. Hurry. Please!” He raced around the apartment, turning on every
Andrew’s voice, panting. “What do you
“Nothing. No one’s here.”
“Look out the window, but stand back in
case he has a gun.”
“Shit. Seriously?”
“No, it’s okay. Don’t do it.”
“Hell.” He sidled to the window, pulled
back the blinds and looked out. A sliver of light from his apartment shone into
the darkness outside, although darkness was relative and his street pretty much
never got more than dim. Staring between the buildings, he might have caught a
glimpse of movement below, but it could have been a cat or a shadow. “I don’t
see anything.”
A siren cut through the general noise of
traffic that created the background of Val’s world. Nothing unusual about
sirens, but this one got closer. Andrew was still breathing hard. Was he
running? Val looked again. “I hear the black and whites.”
“Yeah. Just pulled up in front of your
building, I think. They’ll buzz. Don’t let them in until I tell you.” The tinny
squawk of a police radio sounded in the background. Andrew seemed to be
talking. He came back on the cell. “Have they buzzed?”
The buzzer sounded.
“Yeah. Just now.”
“Okay. Let them in. I’ll be there in a
Val started to the door where the buzzer
was, stopped and laughed.
“I forgot I’m bare-assed. I’d better grab
my jeans fast. See you in a second.” Still chuckling, he hit the buzzer,
grabbed his pants from the floor and was zipping them as the police knocked on
his door. New stair speed records. He
The young female cop’s eyes widened just a
little. “Valentin Aalto?”
He nodded.
“I understand you had an attempted break-in?”
Two male cops in uniform stood behind her.
“I think so, but I’m not sure. Come in
while I grab a shirt.”
Her half smile said ‘not on my account’,
but she didn’t voice it. “Tell me what happened, sir.”
He pulled a long-sleeved T-shirt over his
head. “I was asleep. I’m a light sleeper. I woke up and heard a strange sound,
like a scrunching and a squeaking. I might not have thought anything about it
since I’d double-locked the door, but An— Detective Preston inspected this
apartment and suggested the limbs on the tree outside should be cut since they
hang near the apartment windows. I got worried and called him.”
“Why didn’t you dial nine-one-one?”
Val speared her with his eyes. “I’m a
dancer with the NYBT. Detective Preston is investigating the murders of
dancers. He was my first thought. Is there a problem with that?”
“Of course not.” She turned to the male
officers. “Check the tree and the area around it. The apartment window from the
outside also, although we may have to come back with a ladder. I’ll look at it
from in here.”
“No, thank you, Officer. I will.”
Oh, man,
was Andrew a sight to make a scared dancer’s heart go pitty-pat.



Dangerous Dancers Series

Golden Dancer 
(Dangerous Dancers Series, #1)
By Tara Lain
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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 32. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal 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 near the sea in California 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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BEAUTY, INC and SINDERS AND ASH in Print! Look at the Pretty Cover!


I know many of you love The Pennymaker Tales, my contemporary gay romance retellings of our favorite fairy tales. Lots of people have read Driven Snow in print, but now for the first time, BEAUTY, INC. and SINDERS AND ASH have been combined in a print anthology. It’s so pretty!

The book is available for pre-order NOW at Dreamspinner Press. The book releases on Nov 9th. To read excerpts from these books, just click on the links above or go to the Book pages.

Speaking of beautiful books, on Tuesday Oct 18th, my new mystery novel, DEATH DANCER, will be unveiled. Plan to come back.  : )

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Top 10 Sexiest Villains

Hi!  Some of my books have villains and a number of them are kind of hot, but this list of the Top 10 Sexiest Villains really does the job. I must confess to loving Loki more than Thor. How about you?  Check out this list and see who you would add. :  )

Thank you for coming by! Speaking of Villains, check out my upcoming release, SPELL CAT for some villainous action. See an excerpt HERE.

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SPELL CAT Reaches Amazon, ARe, Kobo, iBooks, B&N and DsP

spellcat400x600Hi! I’m happy to announce that the pre-order for my re-release of SPELL CAT with the amazing cover by Reese Dante is now everywhere!!

Here are the links —

Dreamspinner Press 


All Romance eBooks


iBooks (sorry, no link but you know how to buy it)


For those who have asked, this is largely the same story that was released in 2012 with new editing, a few additions and teaser-graphic-1-spell-cat-by-tara-lainthe great new cover. It’s a story of witches in New York City and specifically, the greatest male witch in 10 generations. He’s a reluctant witch, however, until circumstances push him to protect the man he loves! Of course, there’s a memorable cat names Aloysius.

For those who love paranormal, i can only tell you that this book has many passionate fans. Maybe you want to give it  a try?

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My Birthday! Win a Book. Come Comment!


My birthday is October 9th and i thought i’d celebrate by offering you a gift. Here’s your chance to Win a Book — any ebook from my backlist. Any ebook you want. Just leave a comment on this post and please include your email!

This means you could win LORD OF A THOUSAND STEPS, my most recent release which has been on all the bestseller lists at Amazon and ARe. This is the story of Ian, a young student and intern in architecture, who falls for his much older boss who is getting out of a ugly marriage and fighting for custody of his two kinds. That’s how romance becomes real life real fast!

You could win BEAUTY, INC. , my MM retelling of the Beauty and the Beast tale reset Beauty,Inc-400x600in contemporary America. The lovely Robert “Belle” Belleterre meets the infamously ugly Magnus Strong and sparks fly.

61U2BTC58EL._AA300_Or how about TAYLOR MAID, a tropetastic tale of a young man who has to get married before midnight and settle on the hotel maid — who has some pretty surprising secrets?

And there’s so much more! Wolves, fairy tales, love in laguna, my gorgeous guys who happen to play football! Just click on the Books Tab above and check out all my titles. Then leave me a comment below with your email address and i’ll pick a winner by random number and send you the format of your choice.

Take your pick! Leave me a comment and please include your email.  Thank you for visiting!



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Top Dance Scenes in Non-Dance Movies

Hi! I love movies and i love dance, so i thought today I’d share with you the Top Dance Scenes in Non-Dance Movies. Some really good ones here.

What’s your fave dance scene in a movie? Let me know and thank you for coming by! : )

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Lex Valentine’s The Pixie Prince. Win a Copy!

lv_the-pixie-prince-_coverlgHi! Please welcome my friend and wonderful author, Lex Valentine, to the blog. You may know Lex as a fabulous gay romance author, which is true, but she also writes equally engaging M/F romance. Today, Lex is introducing her re-release, The Pixie Prince, and you can win an e- copy if you have the winning comment. So leave a comment below and a winner will be chosen at random. Lex Valentine’s The Pixie Prince.


Max LeFevre, known to his fans as Max Fever, is on the hunt for a new mattress. Becoming the Pixie Prince means Max has inherited big gold wings that he must keep hidden. But the wings, and his sudden, unexpected sensitivities, have made it impossible for Max to sleep. His mattress leaves him bruised and that’s a bad thing for a guy who makes his living modeling designer underwear. So when the waiter at Max’s favorite restaurant tells him he knows about a special mattress, Max can’t resist trying it.

Bliss Wilde never expected to meet Max in her own club. The fact that he’s there to try out her mattress doesn’t matter. Watching the big golden pixie roll around on her bed sets her libido on fire. When Max turns up later that night, unable to sleep, Bliss invites him to her bed. During the sexual romp that ensues, Bliss and Max discover they are mates. But they both know people for whom bonding has gone wrong, making them cautious about the process. Still, their desire for each other rages high and with Max getting a new mattress, he figures maybe he should break it in with a bonding.

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The limo pulled up at Butcher’s Block, and Max jumped out, holding out his hand for Alexa, who hid behind her sunglasses again. Inside, the hostess led them to their usual table in the corner. A waiter came toward them and set a Manhattan in front of Max and a Pear Martini in front of Alexa.

They both gazed up at him. Young and handsome in a brash sort of way, his eyes twinkled at them with good humor.

Alexa smiled. “Hi, Marty! How are you?”

“I’m still breathing and still not interested in being the undead,” he replied with a grin.

“Good. It’s always better to be a living, breathing being. Trust me on this.” Alexa’s dark head dipped in an emphatic nod.

“She’s like a broken record on that topic today. Good to see ya, Marty.” Max grinned at the waiter.

“Good to see you too, Max. How’s your ass?” Marty’s emerald eyes danced with laughter.

“Worth a couple mil according to the insurance company,” Max quipped. He waved off the menus Marty started to hand him. “Just the usual for us. No surprises. It’s been a long day of shopping.”

Marty started scribbling on a pad. “What did you buy?”

Alexa growled a little, rolling her eyes in true snark fashion. “Nothing. The Prince here couldn’t find a mattress to suit him.”

Marty looked at Max in surprise. “You were shopping for a mattress? Aren’t they all kinda the same?”

Max sighed. No one understood his dilemma. “No. They aren’t all the same. I need something softer than the usual mattress. I just can’t seem to find anything that will work.”

Marty looked thoughtful for a moment; then he said, “Lemme think about that while I turn in your order.”

Alexa blinked, the expression on her face priceless. Max’s lips quirked. Once Marty strode out of earshot they both started laughing.

“That would be the weirdest thing ever, Maxie. Our waiter solving your sleep issue.” Alexa wheezed as she tried to stop laughing.

Taking a deep breath to push the laughter down, Max shook his head and reached for his drink. “I don’t care who solves it, as long as it gets solved.”

“I just don’t get why it’s so important.” Alexa rubbed her finger down the stem of the glass.

Max couldn’t explain it to her in a public place so he made light of the situation. “It’s important because I never get to be on the bottom.”

Alexa choked on her drink. “Max, you’re not even seeing anyone.”

He gave her an arch look. “If I meet someone today, I don’t get to be on the bottom.”

She rolled her eyes and groaned. “You’re incorrigible,” she muttered.

Marty returned with fresh drinks for them. “You know, Max, I may have something different for you to try. I’ll make a phone call and let you know.”

They stared at Marty’s departing back, then stared at each other blankly.

“Now, that’s just weird,” Max said, as he reached for his new Manhattan.

Alex gazed at him thoughtfully, still fiddling with the stem of her martini glass. “This whole thing is weird. I’ve known you five years, Max. You’ve never had an issue with a mattress or sleep in all the time I’ve known you. Why now?”

Max looked around at the crowded restaurant. He couldn’t tell her here. Someone might overhear. “Let’s just say I inherited something that’s causing a problem.”

Alexa’s dark violet eyes narrowed. “Inherited?” she asked softly.

He fidgeted in his seat, which caused her to gaze at him even more suspiciously. “Um, you know that little minivacation I just got back from?”

She gave him a clipped nod.

“Well, I… uh, had to go home. My dad decided to retire.”

Alexa’s perfectly arched brows shot up. “Pixies retire?”

Max fidgeted some more. Ever since he’d gotten the call to come home, he’d wanted to tell Alexa the truth. However, the subject of his heritage made him nervous. He constantly feared blurting out something he shouldn’t in public, only to find it splashed across the tabloids the next day.

“Well, you could call it retiring,” he said in a low voice. “I think the spirits play golf in the Afterworld.”

His best friend’s beautiful eyes widened until her whole face seemed to be all eyes. “Holy shit! Your dad died?” she whispered in shock.

He nodded, looking around the room casually, trying to see if anyone was listening in on their conversation. “Yeah. So I kinda inherited the title and…other crap,” he muttered.

Alexa started to grin. Then she began to chuckle. Finally, she muffled her laughter behind her slender fingers. “Oh my God. You’re the Pixie Prince now!”

“Shh!” Max frowned at her. “I get enough attention as it is without this getting out and making it worse!”

Above her fingers, Alex’s eyes danced with delighted laughter. “Does this mean you have the big golden…?”

He nodded, grimacing. “Yesssss,” he hissed. “And worse than that, now I’ve got a sensitivity to things that never bothered me before.”

“Stuff that didn’t bother you before? Like what?” she asked, setting her glass down. “Mattresses?”

Max knew Alexa well, so he understood she was well aware of the men in the room staring at her nipples. In a very Alexa-like way she pointedly—he chuckled to himself over the pun—ignored them. He shook his head.

“I don’t have a sensitivity to mattresses per se,” he replied guardedly. “Don’t you remember your fairy tales?”

“Which one?” She arched a brow at him, then suddenly must have remembered their conversation in the mattress store. Her eyes widened. “Well, shit. If you’re the Prince and the Pea, how the hell are you ever gonna have sex again?”

He shrugged, resisting the urge to squirm in his seat again. “Why do you think I’m mattress hunting? Nothing is comfortable anymore. I feel everything,” he grumbled, finishing his second Manhattan. “I’m told that the sensitivity wears off. It’s just because the inheritance is new. Eventually, I’ll get used to the big golden…you know…and to feeling like everything is bigger, louder, harder, brighter.”

Alexa sat back in her chair, apparently stunned by his revelation. “So all of your senses are more acute now?”

He nodded, and she smiled slyly at him. “Well, bigger and harder aren’t necessarily a bad thing,” she murmured, smothering laughter.


 Doesn’t that sound fun? Leave your comment below and you could win your own Pixie Prince.

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