Knight of Ocean Avenue in Italian! Released! #gayromance #bestseller

Hi — Do you read in Italian or know someone who does? I’m excited to say that my novel Knight of Ocean Avenue has been translated into Italian and is now available as Il Cavaliere di Ocean Avenue (Storie d’amore a Laguna Vol. 1)

I’m equally happy to say that as i’m writing this, the book is #470 in the Italian Kindle store and #206 in Romance. It’s only been released a few hours so this is very encouraging.

Here’s the link to Italian Amazon  and to the book on US Amazon

Here’s the blurb in Italian —

Un libro della serie Storie d’amore a Laguna

Come si fa ad avere venticinque anni e non sapere di essere gay? È una domanda che Billy Ballew preferisce evitare. Ha lasciato presto il liceo, a malapena capace di leggere fino a quando non ha imparato come autodidatta. Con il suo lavoro da muratore ha aiutato i genitori e contribuito a far studiare le sorelle al college. Fa l’allenatore per una squadra di baseball della Little League e cerca di non pensare ai tre fidanzamenti falliti. Il terrore che prova quando deve sostenere degli esami gli impedisce di ottenere la licenza da impresario che tanto desidera, e la paura del giudizio di sua madre gli impedisce di vedere ciò che potrebbe davvero renderlo felice.

Fino a quando, durante i preparativi per il grande matrimonio della sorella, non incontra Shaz – Chase Phillips – uno stilista emergente che incarna la parola gay. Agli occhi di Shaz, Billy possiede tutto ciò che ha sempre voluto in un uomo: forza, onestà, coraggio. Ma anche se Billy fosse gay, probabilmente non riuscirebbe a sopportare lo scandalo che scaturirebbe dall’uscire con una diva come lui. Come possono due uomini con così poco in comune trovare un modo per stare assieme? Lo Stilista dell’Anno coronerà la sua storia d’amore con il Cavaliere di Ocean Avenue?

I have a lot of translated books including Knight, which is currently available in French, German and Italian as well as English. If you’d like to know the translation status for any of my books, just post a comment. :  )

Writing the Stories We Want to Hear #Romanceauthors #Audiobooks

Hi! I hope you’ve entered to win a $15 Amazon GC in my VOLLEY BALLS Blog Tour! I’ve had an interesting experience lately, which has led me to a comforting realization. We romance authors are Writing the Stories We Want to Hear.

What led to this visceral realization was listening to my own books in audio. Since i’m lucky enough to have all my audiobooks produced for me by Dreamspinner Press, i don’t actually listen to them in totality before they come out. Up until now, i hadn’t listened to them at all. But then i really got hooked on audiobooks. I listen to other people’s books at the gym, on walks and even at night before i go to sleep. So i started wondering how painful it would be to hear one of my books. I’d always assumed it would drive me nuts to listen to my own writing, but i decided to give it a shot. I downloaded Knight of Ocean Avenuewhich has over 200 reviews on Audible. With some trepidation, i started listening. Long story sort — I loved it. I loved the characters and the story. I found that listening to it read gave me enough distance that i no suppressed by criticality and just enjoyed it as i would someone else’s story.

That got me going and i’ve become an ardent fan of listening to Tara Lain books! LOL. I’ve listened to Knave of Broken Hearts, Sinders and Ash, Taylor Maid, and i’m now in the middle of Prince of the Playhouse. Sure i hear the mistakes, both in reading and writing, but overall, i realize i write these stories because i love them and want to hear them told. I can’t describe what a relief that is. Like all authors, my books get hammered from time to time by bad reviews or people who don’t like them. Of course, i’m delighted to say i get lots of good reviews too. But knowing that fundamentally i wouldn’t have told the story differently, even if there are people who didn’t like it, is an actual relief.

We authors depend on our readers. We love them and appreciate every word they read. They make it possible for us to do our job — which is writing books. But deep down, we tell the stories we want to hear and live in delight that others want to hear them too.

My newest Audiobooks are Lord of a Thousand Steps and Beauty, Inc. I’m working my way toward them — and i hope you enjoy them too.

VOLLEY BALLS Released! Doubled in Length #BallstotheWall #AlphaMales

Hi and welcome! I’m so delighted to be re-releasing VOLLEY BALLS, the first book in my Balls to the Wall series. I always felt Volley Balls was too short and didn’t fully explore the romance, so i’ve expanded the book by nearly double. even if you read the original, you’ll find new things here to love — I hope!  LOL. Volley Balls is a MMM menage and is the only book in the series that is. I hope you enjoy it sooo much. Watch for Fire Balls on Feb 8th and the re-release of the entire series with some new books added throughout 2017 and the beginning of 2018. Time to get your Balls on!  : )

Tour DatesJanuary 11, 2017 
Buffy’s Ramblings
V’s Reads

January 12, 2017 
Bookworm Brandee

January 13, 2017 
Alpha Book Club

January 14, 2017 
Books,Dreams,Life

January 15, 2018 
Readaholics Anonymous

January 16, 2017 
books are love

January 17, 2017 
Making it Happen

Volley Balls

(Balls to the Wall Series, Bk #1)
By Tara Lain

 
 
Blurb:
A double dose of alpha male might be better than one. Tara Lain’s popular novella, Volley Balls, is now expanded and revised. 
Despite just getting out of an abusive relationship with an asshole alpha, David Underwood’s wandering glance lands on two hot members of the Australian volleyball team on Laguna Beach and gets him harassed again. Still, when the delicious Gareth Marshall proves his interest by coming out to his team, David succumbs to his attraction. But Gareth’s volleyball partner, Edge, who’s equally hot, makes the lovers’ lives miserable.
For Gareth, a lifetime of hiding his orientation—and his attraction—from his best friend, Edge, as well as everyone else around him, adds up to hurt and frustration. David’s the first man to ever compete with Edge for Gareth’s passion. But Edge has secrets of his own, and David’s ex-lover will never be happy without David under his fist. With everything stacked against him, can a gay Laguna man find happiness with an alpha male–or two?
Available at
 
      
 

 

Excerpts

 

Leaning against the wall by the door, blocking his
exit, was “the friend.” The delicious, terrifying, dark-haired beach guy,
sporting an inscrutable expression—part grin and part grimace.
Holy shit. This could
not be another accidental meeting.
Scared and pissed—an adrenaline-intensive combo. His
heart beat like a bass drum and goose bumps covered his arms—and his dick.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he shouted. Best defense and all that.
The dark-haired guy shrugged and kind of ducked. “I
hate to admit it, but I followed you.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No. I went to your store to see you and saw you
walking over here, so—” He shrugged again. “—I followed you.”
David’s stomach turned. “Shit! Jesus, get away from
me.” But he couldn’t force his leaden legs to pass the man. In fact, he fell
back a couple of feet.
The guy pushed off from the wall and stepped toward
him. “Is that guy your boyfriend?”
“None of your business.” David put up his hands. “You
can’t get away with beating up gay men in Laguna. This isn’t some Neanderthal
country. You’ll get arrested,”
The guy paused and frowned. “Who said anything about
beating you up?”
“How about your fucking friend?”
The guy took another step toward David. “He’s not me.
Understand?” It sounded like understend.
“I mean you no harm, mate. Honest.”
David pressed back against the wall. Trapped. Maybe he
could slip to the side. “Then what do you want? Why are you following me?”
The guy stopped. “I don’t usually act this way. All
stalkery.”
“Thanks a fuck for reserving it for me.”
“It’s just I saw you three times and—I guess three’s a
charm like they say. I want to take you out—like to dinner.”
David gasped. “What?” He turned only his eyes toward
the Aussie. The guy was gazing at David’s face like some painting in his
gallery.
“I saw you last night. At that art thingy. I thought
you were perfect. Those cheekbones, that ass. Sorry. I’d like to take you out.”
“Out? As in on a date out?”
“Yeh, that’s the idea.”
Of all the fucking
nerve….
David
shoved off the wall, hands firmly planted on his hips. “Are you trying to tell
me that you’re gay? Running around harassing innocent people with that band of
delinquents, and you’re a closet case? Give me a break! Haven’t you heard? It’s
chic to be gay. We can get married and everything. Get into this decade.”
“Sorry. It’s just I’m a volleyballer. And Australian,
at least currently. We don’t come out. But I’d really like to take you out.”
“As your pal? Right.” David flipped his hair. “No,
asshole. Get away from me. I do not do this. I don’t go with men who aren’t
proud of who and what they are. Not anymore. Never again. Go back to your
closet and play with your volleyballs.”

 

David buried his head in Gareth’s broad chest and,
much to his disgust, started to cry. The feelings didn’t even make sense.
Anger, jealousy, lust, and—yes, fear. At the heart of it all. He started to
shake. Gareth pulled him tighter, but it wouldn’t stop. Phil’s angry face
stared at him. Screamed at him. His fist descended—again and again. Pain and
anger and shame. “Oh God!”
“What, love?” Gareth kissed his hair.
“I was so afraid.”
“Nothing to fear, love.”
“Phil. Oh God. He said he wanted to kill me. I think
he would have if Edge hadn’t come.” He burrowed into Gareth’s arms.
“We’re here now, love. Nothing more to fear. You took
care of that bastard. He won’t bother you again.”
Edge’s deep voice came from behind him. “If he comes
near you, I’ll kill the asshole.”
David sucked in breath and turned in Gareth’s arms. He
saw Gareth shake his head, warning Edge. “David took care of him, Edge. He got
the police and had him thrown in jail.”
David wiped at his eyes. “Thank you, Gareth. I know I
said I could take care of myself, but I lied. I’ve been alone so long. I only
got involved with Phil because I was lonely and wanted someone to care about
me. Instead, he hit me and abused me. I’m so grateful to Edge for saving me
today. I’m so grateful to both of you for not being the kind of man that Phil
is. So grateful.” The tears ran down his cheeks again and dripped off his chin.
Edge stepped closer and tipped up David’s chin with
his finger. He did something David hardly ever saw him do. He smiled. “I know
I’m a big Neanderthal with no fucking manners, but sometimes that’s a handy
kind of guy to have around.” Funny how David hadn’t noticed those dimples in
Edge’s cheeks before. Like you could sharpen pencils in them.
David stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Edge
in a huge hug. “Thank you. I’m so glad you were there. I’m so grateful.”
Edge chuckled, and the vibration zipped straight to
David’s cock. Down, boy.
Another pair of strong arms wrapped around him from
behind and made it a group hug.

 

David giggled. “I’m the filling in an Aussie sandwich.
If I’d known, it would have been my lifetime aspiration.”

 

 

 

 

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”!

 

You can find Tara at Lain
               
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Total Nonsense! Dogs Won’t Take a Bath

Hi — My new book VOLLEY BALLS releases in 2 days and i’ll share some great scenes and a contest with you, but until then, laugh at some Total Nonsense! Dogs Won’t Take a Bath. I have a papillon who runs into my office and huddles whenever my honey tries to bath her. She only weighs 91/2 lbs but i can only imagine  what it would be like if she weighed 100 like some of these dogs!

Okay, wipe your eyes and i’ll see you on the 11th for the release of Volley Balls! : )

Cover Reveal! FIRE BALLS by Tara Lain The Artist & the Firefighter #BallstotheWall

 

Fire Balls
(Balls to the Wall Series, Bk #2)
By Tara Lain
 
Blurb:
Renowned artist Rodney Mansfield stands five foot six, has pink hair, six earrings, a black belt in karate—and a desperate yearning for firefighter Hunter Fallon. But Rod, the Runtback of Notre Dame, knows he’ll never land the beautiful “straight gay” guy, so Rod musters his altruism and helps his more masculine friend Jerry attract Hunter. As if a broken heart wasn’t enough, Rod saves Hunter from a firehouse homophobe—humiliating Hunter in front of his dad!
Hunter lives a dream life—his father’s dream. While he’d like to teach literature in college, read poetry in the sun, and find a strong guy to top him, he fights fires for his dad. Hunter hates flamboyant guys like Rodney. So why can’t he resist him? Maybe it’s time to admit this is one flame he has no desire to put out.
Release Date:
February 8, 2017
Available for pre-order at
Excerpts

 

Jerry jerked
his head frantically toward the back of the restaurant. He mouthed some words.
What? Oh, men’s room. Shit. He’d never give up. “Bill, I’ve got to go to
the little boys’. If the waiter comes, just order me the halibut, okay?”
Bill looked
up, nodded, and went back to his culinary study. Rod scooted through the crowd
to the men’s room in the back of the restaurant. He loved Jerry, but really.
He ripped
open the door and found Jerry huddled—yes, that was the word—huddled against the back wall.
Rod peeked
around. Nobody. He put both hands on his hips. “Darling, what the fuck?”
“I ran out of
shit to say.” Jerry’s voice was small and shaky.
Well, hell,
how could he be mad? “Did you talk about the poem?”
“Yeah, I did.
I read it and even memorized some of it. He got so excited, man. He started
asking about all these other dudes I never heard of and shit. Walt somebody. I
thought maybe he meant Disney or something so I started talking about Space
Mountain. Then I knew that was wrong, so I just went back to asking him
questions. So I asked, ‘What other poets do you like?’ And he says some name I
never heard of, like some Indian dude like Tager or something.”
“Tagore?”
“Yeah, that’s
it. But I had to say I had never read anything by the guy. So he recited a
little, and it was really nice, but I didn’t have any more to recite back to
him. So can we come and have dinner with you?”
“What?” Well, shit. He’d been focusing on how to
push a little more poetry into Jerry’s head, not expecting a damned double
date. A piece of his brain—well, actually another more southern part of the
anatomy—leaped at the idea of having dinner with Hunter. Get over it.
He’d just be tongue-tied and awkward. Not his fave condition. “I don’t think
so, Jerry. This is my first date with Bill. You’ll do fine with Hun… the
fireman.”
A man walked
in and used the urinal. Rod sauntered over and rinsed his hands, but Jerry kept
holding up the wall. The guy washed up and left.
Jerry pushed
off the ceramic tile and put his hands together, prayerful. “Puh-leez, Rod.
Help me, man. Your date has to love you. You’re, you know, you. But I’d feel so
much better if I had someone to help me talk to Hunter.”
And Rod would
feel so much worse. Hell. “Okay,
bring him over.”
“Thanks, man.
You’re rad. I can’t wait for you to get to know him.” Jerry ran out of the
bathroom.
Yeah, and Rod
wanted to run too. Away from here. Away from a beautiful friend who owned the
man he wanted. Who had earned him just by being gorgeous. Shoot. He better get to Bill before Jerry did.
 

 

Rod glanced over to see how his model was doing. Total
heart stop and brain malfunction. Perfect.
Every line and curve. Every angle.
Hunter’s body was so lean that each
muscle stood out against his tan skin like a piece of sculpture. The pose
twisted his torso just enough to make his narrow waist seem even slimmer
against the breadth of his shoulders and his hard, curved pecs. His legs were
long and looked carved from marble. Even his feet arched perfectly. Oh God. Rod wanted to suck each toe in
homage.
In the middle of all this art, surrounded by light tan
skin and at the end of a happy trail of silken dark hair, rested a magnificent
cock, lying relaxed against Hunter’s right leg. He was a low hanger, a real
shower. Long and graceful, framed by loose balls and a soft pubic nest, this
was a penis of the gods. Rod wanted to paint it all alone in every possible
posture. Yeah, preferably erect.
Shit, he had to quit staring, or at least pretend the staring was professional
and not prurient. Sure, right.

Hunter’s cock might be relaxed, but the rest of his body
was vibrating with tension. Rod tried not to think how much he would like that
to be reversed. Had to put the guy at ease before he had a coronary.

 

 

The Balls to the Wall Series

Volley Balls

Bk #1

Available at
 
      

 

 

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”!

 

You can find Tara at Lain
               

 

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B is for BALLS! #BallstotheWall #VolleyBalls #FireBalls

volleyballs400x600Hi! Welcome to our spelling lesson. B is for Balls!

If you’ve read my books at all, you may know that the series for which i was first known was my Balls to the Wall series. People used to call me the Balls girl! These books were my first stories to be set in Laguna Beach, CA. and they were my first bestsellers. But for those who may have just heard of my novels, you might not have been able to buy this series. Most of the books have been off the market for the better part of a year. That’s about to change!

On June 11th, I’ll be re-releasing the first book in the series, Volley Balls. This was a story i always felt was too short and didn’t explore the full potential of the relationship between 3 — yes 3!  –hot men. So i have rewritten Volley Balls and almost doubled its original length. For those who have read it, and that’s a lot of people, you’ll find this is a whole new take on the story.

The best known book in the series is Fire Balls, the story of feisty artist Rodney Mansfield and his seemingly hopeless love for firefighter Hunter Fallon. I’m happy to say that you’ll get to see the new cover for Fire Balls in just two  days, on Jan. 6th. You can pre-order the book then and it will release on Feb 8th.

All the rest of the books will also release this year — Beach Balls, FAST Balls, and Snow Balls. PLUS, there will be two NEW additions to the series — High Balls and Bleu Balls  — that will release at the end of this year and the beginning of 2018.

Whether you’re new to my Balls books or an old timer, i hope you enjoy these re-releases and new releases! These are a great bunch of guys who inspired me to write my Love in Laguna series as well. I’ll unveil Fire Balls for you soon!

Make Your Resolutions SMART Goals and WIN! #goalsetting

FireworksHi and Happy New Year! A lot of us make New Years Resolutions, but they usually go by the wayside pretty quickly. One of the reasons is that they aren’t SMART. So this year, Make Your Resolutions SMART Goals and Win! The idea of SMART Goals was originally attributed to management goal setting but has since been adapted to authors. Here’s what you need to know to create goals that you actually achieve —

S — Specific

If your goals are vague ideas of things that might be nice to have, you’ll never achieve them because you won’t recognize them when you get there.

M — Measurable

How will you know when you’ve achieved the goal? What EXACTLY will tell you that you got there?

A — Achievable

It might be nice to set a goal to be a NYT bestselling author but you can’t achieve that. Other people do. What achievable steps will you take to be an NYT bestseller? Those are your goals.

R — Relevant

What’s the point of setting goals that don’t relate to what you ultimately want to achieve? You want to be a successful writer? Signing up for that painting class isn’t relevant — unless you plan to write about it.

T– Time related

If you don’t know by when your goal must be achieved, you can’t muster the forces to get you there. SMART goals always have a specific time limit.

So that’s it. Decide what you want to achieve in a day, a week, a month, 3 months, 6 months, by the end of the year. When you get there, you’ll have a lot to show for it! If you want to be a novelist,  i strongly suggest you begin with a goal stating how many words you will write in a day. People ask me how i write so many books. The answer is one day at a time.

Have the best year yet!   : )

Celebrate New Years with 99 Cent Books!

OutingTheQuarterbackLGHappiest New Year to you! Celebrate New Years with 99 Cent Books!

To celebrate ringing in the New Year, Dreamspinner Press has put 12 popular books on sale for 99 cents. One of those is OUTING THE QUARTERBACK, the first book in my Long Pass Chronicles. You’ll also find some other great favorites like Amy Lane’s Winter’s Ball and Roan Parrish’s In the Middle of Somewhere.

Get over there and make a small investment in some great bestselling reads. Here’s the link to the whole page — Click HERE.

And i hope your New Year is full of love, joy, prosperity and a lot of good books!

Two Days to Save 30% on Volley Balls and Cowboys! #booksale #DreamspinnerPress

volleyballs400x600Hi — Hope your holiday season is going great. You have Two Days to Save 30% on cowboysdontcomeout400x600Volley Balls and Cowboys and a whole lot more. Dreamspinner is having their Holiday Sale and everything in the store is 30% OFF! That includes pre-orders! That means you can get my upcoming re-release of Volley Balls, rewritten to almost twice the length of the original, for only $3.49 and you can get Cowboys Don’t Come Out, my new release, for only $4.89, which is a great price! Of course, all my other books and all the other Dreamspinner author’s books are also on sale.

But act fast since the sale ends at midnight EST on Dec 30th. Keep having the happiest holidays!!

May You Live an Authentic Life! Happiest Holidays from Tara #Novelthemes

img_1334Hi — My website had some problems so this is a little late getting to you!  Happy Holidays!! Wherever you may be and whatever you may celebrate.  As you might know if you’ve read my blog for a while or my books for that matter, i discovered after writing about five or six novels that all my stories have the same theme — live an authentic life.

I’m not entirely sure how this became the thread that unites all i have to say in myimg_0028 novels  — and probably why i chose to write gay romance to begin with. I expect it has to do with how i was raised, always presenting the best face for the neighbors, never revealing the “dirty laundry”, acting like the demeaning way men treated women in that era was perfectly fine, and being taught that the only power women had was in the manipulation of the men who held that power. Unconsciously, i’ve lived my life in repudiation of those ideas and i guess it was logical that that repudiation would spark my writing.

So that’s my wish for you this holiday — may whatever your truth is be expressed in the life you live. May you compromise only to the extent it pleases you, may you help others because it’s your joy and what you want to do, not some personal or societal  manipulation, may you expect to be treated well and realize the significance of that value.

If you want to defy the cloying expectations of those around you to bound off and write sexy gay romances at “your age” I hope you’ll feel free to do so! I did and it’s my joy!

Love and truth and beauty surround you this holiday season and always! Love and Joy, my friends. Love and Joy!