LORD OF A THOUSAND STEPS in German! Now Available. #gayromance

Hi! Do you read in German? I’m so delighted that the entire Love in Laguna series is now available in German translation. They’ve been published by German publisher Cursed Verlag. The latest is Lord of a Thousand Steps, titled  Lord der geduldigen Herzen, which translates as Lord of the Patient Hearts. All the books have brand new covers which are really yummy too. Here’s the English translation of the German blurb —

The architecture student Ian Carney means everything. After being ejected by his father at eighteen because of his homosexuality, he longed to found a family with his partner Rico. But Rico has to go to Mexico to look after his sick father, and then there is also Ian’s stunning boss, Braden, who with his two children has a very special attraction on Ian. When it turns out that Rico is not as much at home as I thought, Ian finds a shoulder to lean in Braden. And perhaps even more?

Here’s the book on American Amazon.

And on German Amazon.

Here’s a look at the other titles and covers — listed in reverse order.

Prince of the Playhouse








Knave of Broken Hearts








Knight of Ocean Avenue







Here’s a secret. There will be a fifth Love in Laguna book coming in 2017. It’s called Fool of Main Beach and maybe, if i’m super lucky, it might get translated into German someday!


The Top 10 Movie Scenes of All Time #Film #AcademyAwards

Hi —

To get us all ready for the Academy Awards, i thought I’d post a take on the Top 10 Movie Scenes of All time.What would be on your list. This list is interesting although it misses a lot of my favorites. I’d certainly include the Superman scene from Kill Bill 2, the I’m Shiva the God of Death scene from Michael Clayton, any of a number of perfect scenes from Groundhog Day, the opening monologue from Bull Durham and others. But these are interesting choices and may drive us all to new films —

What are your favorite scenes from movies? What makes your list?  Thanks for stopping by! My Cover Reveal for Cowboys Don’t Ride Unicorns just happened, and you can see it HERE.

Cover Reveal! COWBOYS DON’T RIDE UNICORNS by Tara Lain #bullriders

Readers have been eagerly waiting to learn more about COWBOYS DON’T RIDE UNICORNS, the second installment in the COWBOYS DON’T Series!! 
Cowboys Don’t Ride Unicorns
(Cowboys Don’t Series, #2)
By Tara Lain

Hi! Welcome. What do you think of my beautiful new cover from the amazing Reese Dante? I’ve got to admit, my hero, Danny Boone, does make me drool. This is the second book in my Cowboys Don’t Series, but the book stands alone, so if you love bull riders who fall for very unexpected guys, then grab this book. (I should mention that book 1, Cowboys Don’t Come Out, was runner-up for best cowboy/western book of 2016 in the LRC Awards, so it’s worth a look! Read on and remember, you can pre-order now at Dreamspinner Press. Other pre-orders — coming soon!

Cowboy Danny Boone—a name he made up one drunken night and has regretted ever since—harbors a big past and yearns for a small future. A short, bright career as a champion bull rider almost ended in his death when his homophobic father discovered Danny was gay. Now Danny longs for a plot of land he can build a ranch house on and enough money to make up for some of the education he missed.
Danny also hides a preference for beautiful femmes who like to top—a combo rarer than a unicorn. Then onto the guest ranch where Danny works drives San Francisco decorator Laurie Belmont, a young man so gorgeous he makes horses gasp, and so ballsy he almost kills Danny’s attacker.
Laurie’s trying to find his way out from under the thumb of a domineering mother, helpless father, and rich, privileged boyfriend. But no matter the attraction, their lives are worlds apart, and cowboys don’t ride unicorns.
Release Date: 
March 3/22/2017
Available for pre-order at


Also available in paperback


The man
walked around to the other side of the car and opened the door. A graceful,
manicured hand emerged, and he took it. Out came a long leg in skin-tight black
pants tucked into knee-high boots. What followed forced Danny’s jaw to drop an
inch. Tall, though shorter than Danny or Rand, and slim as a greyhound, but
there the resemblance to a dog ended. Holy
fucking crap.
The guy—and it was a guy based on the way those pants cupped his
package—wore a scarf around his head, wrapped like Grace Kelly or Audrey
Hepburn in the old movies. He reached up and whipped it off. His
shoulder-length hair beneath shone like—what was that color Apple called its
phones? Rose gold. Almost silver. Almost pink. Huge dark glasses covered his
eyes, but he turned his head and stopped, facing Danny. One rose-gold eyebrow
rose above the upper rim of the glasses.
The other
guy—oh right, he was still there—-turned and saw Danny too. He waved a hand.
“Hi. You look like the right type for this vacation.” He laughed at his own
joke as he walked forward with his hand extended. He grasped Danny’s still
catatonic hand and shook it. “I’m Grove Chilcott. This is my companion, Laurie
Danny cocked
his head. “Laurie?”
The young man
smiled. “Short for Lawrence. Haven’t you ever read Little Women?”
Danny didn’t
answer. Couldn’t. That voice. Like someone mixed Marilyn Monroe and Scarlett
Johansson with some champagne and stirred. The words slithered down his spine and
attacked his balls like an aphrodisiac. His cock started pressing against his
zipper. Shit, I’m in so much trouble.
He pulled at the brim of his hat. “Sorry, can’t say as I have.”
laughed. “Come on, Laurie, don’t test the cowboy on his literature choices
before you’ve unpacked.”
Danny stuck
the straw back between his lips. “Uh, I’m Danny Boone. Let me show you to your
room. I’ll help with your bags.”
slapped a hand against his own chest. “You’ve gotta be kidding with that name.
Our dude ranch guy is named Daniel Boone?”
“Still, I
expect the Punk’d cameras to leap out
at me.” He laughed, but at least it was good-natured. Not a total asshole. “And
if you’re talking about carrying Laurie’s bags, you’re gonna need you and an



Laurie had
thought they’d get here, he’d hold his breath for eight seconds while Danny
risked his life, and they’d go home. No such luck. The competition included two
rounds. One in the morning and one in the afternoon—the “short go,” Danny told
them. Of course, Danny might not make it that far. Shit, I might not make it either.
The smell of
horses, cows, and sweat filled his head like smoke. He’d imagined all that
testosterone crowded into one place would be an aphrodisiac, but the arena had
an odd feeling. Uncomfortable. Embarrassing to admit, but Laurie’d taken pains
to look butch today—as butch as he could—so as not to make Danny uncomfortable,
but apparently butch Laurie didn’t measure up in this rarified alpha-male
universe. Cowboys walked by and eyed him, some looking shocked and others mean.
Only a few appeared admiring or even neutral. Laurie shivered. Hell, he lived
in San Francisco and decorated people’s houses. His personal style got him
extra points in his world, but not here, baby. Pay attention. That’s how different you and Danny are.
Danny was
saying, “Okay, I’ve got to go back and get ready for my first ride.”
Andy smiled,
awestruck. “Did you already choose your bull?”
“No, I don’t
get to choose. I’m just an also-ran here, so my bulls are picked randomly.”
“Do you know
who you got?” Andy looked worried.
“His name’s
Humdinger. I saw him. I think he lives up to it.”
Another rider
walked by and gave Laurie a surprised look. Better than some. Laurie said, “Hey,
Danny, where’s your helmet? A lot of the riders have them.”
“I don’t use
one. I need my hat for balance.”
Laurie felt
his mouth fall open. “Isn’t that dangerous?”
Danny lowered
his head and gazed at Laurie under the hat brim, which he reached up and
pulled. “Hell, I gotta give that beast a fighting chance.” With a grin, he
sauntered off toward the rider’s entrance to the arena.
Rand snorted,
Aliki clapped, and Laurie just stared, mesmerized by the flexing muscles in that
gold-medal ass.


Cowboys Don’t Series
Cowboys Don’t Come Out
Bk #1
Available for purchase 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”!


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Kick Ass Movies Coming in 2017

Hi —

Continuing my love of movies theme, i’m posting a video that gives you a preview of 25 films coming in 2017 that will likely get your attention! Before we plunge in, let me tell you that the Cover Reveal for Cowboys Don’t Ride Unicorns is happening Wednesday! Be sure to check it out. This is my first bull rider hero!

Back to the movies. See if these ae films you can’t wait to see. : )

Thank you for coming by! : )

Dancers and Witches Win, Cowboys Runner Up in #LRC Awards! #gayromance

Hi —

Thank you to all who voted in the Love Romances Cafe Best of 2016 Awards. I was honored to be nominated in 4 categories and, guess what? I won or placed in every category!!





Death Dancer WON for Best Mystery/Suspense. The funny part is that JD Robb took third. LOL




Spell Cat WON for for Best Paranormal




Cowboys Don’t Come Out was Runner Up for Best Western/Cowboy




And i was a Runner Up for Best Author of the Year.




Thank you to all my readers who voted! I so appreciate your support. Thank you also for stopping by.  : )

Top 10 Meet Cute Movies! #fallinginlove

Hi —

As you probably know, i love movies and especially if they’re romantic. I enjoy these Top 10 movies lists and this one is great. What are your favorite Meet Cutes in a movie? A Meet Cute is a moment when boy meets girl for the first time and there’s an undeniable spark that leads to love. I think these 10 are pretty good. some of my favorites are on here. How about you. Check it out.

Next week, I’ll be unveiling the new cover for my upcoming release, COWBOYS DON’T RIDE UNICORNS. Be sure to check back. Thanks for stopping by!

Valentine’s Love is Love Sale! 25% Off! #DreamspinnerPress

Hi —

Happy Valentines Day and week and happy Love is Love Sale at Dreamspinner Press. The entire store is 25% OFF through 2/18.

Click HERE

This means you can grab my new FIRE BALLS for only $3.74

If you’d like to read the first book in the series VOLLEY BALLS (you don’t have to, the book stands alone) it’s also $3.74

COWBOYS DON’T COME OUT is only $5.24

And, of course, all my other books are also on sale along with the books of all the amazing Dreamspinner authors! Time for a Valentine’s treat!

Click HERE!

Win a Kindle Fire and Meet Some Bad Boys!! #Booksweeps

Hi —

I’m one of the Bad Boy lovers participating in the Booksweeps Bad Boy Erotic Romances Drawing! Want to enter? You can win a Kindle Fire and 55 erotic Bad Boy romances by your fave authors. I’m included. the book i’m offering is Knave of Broken Hearts because Jim Carney is a definite Bad Boy — too much booze, too little responsibility and too much sex — with the wrong gender for him!

To enter go HERE

And i might mention that my newest release Fire Balls has a pretty naughty hero too — of a very different kind. You can read about him HERE.

Thank you for stopping by and be sure to enter HERE.

Best of 2016 Awards! Will You Vote? #LRCafe #CowboysDon’tComeOut

Hi —

Hope you got to enter to win the GC in my FIRE BALLS Blog Tour! I’m so delighted and honored to have been nominated in 4 categories in the Love Romances Cafe Best of 2016 Awards. There are tons’s of other  authors and great books nominated, so if you have a minute to vote, you have lots of faves to vote for.

Here is the LINK.

I was nominated for Best Author of the Year (Wow! Very cool.)

Cowboys Don’t Come Out is nominated for Best Cowboy/Western







Death Dancer is nominated for Best Suspense/Thriller







Spell Cat is nominated for Best Paranormal.


You have to be a member of LRC to vote, but it’s easy to join if you aren’t already a member. Here’s the LINK again.

Thank you in advance! And for stopping by. : )

Fire Balls is Released! #gayromance #ballstothewall #firefighter #oppositesattract

Hi and welcome! I’m so delighted to be re-releasing one of my most popular stories  — Fire Balls! I hope you love this romance of opposites attracting between a feisty painter and a quiet firefighter! Be sure to enter to win on the Rafflecopter and thank you for visiting!  : )

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Fire Balls
(Balls to the Wall Series, Bk #2)
By Tara Lain


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.


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He leaned back on the couch. “Anyway, he’s dreamy,
straight-up divine. Sweet and nice and smart. Shit, man, have you ever seen
anything so beautiful?”
Too much. Rod got up and went back to the easel.
At least he didn’t have to stare into Jerry’s smitten face. Crap, he wanted to
be happy for the guy. He really did. “He’s beautiful, all right.”
“And guess what? He asked about you.”
No breath. “He, uh, did?”
“Yeah. Said you were so talented. See, I told you not to
“Didn’t want to be a third wheel.”
“Hey, my man, you’re my brother from another mother. What I
got, you got. So I’m going on another date with him, and he loves to read and
shit. Could you tell me some stuff to talk about?”
Oh dear God. “So what have you read, Jerry?”
He looked at his hands. “I, uh, read a few romance novels.”
“I think it’s okay to talk about those, but you have to know
some other writers too. So think. What did you read in high school?”
“Comic books.”
“Graphic novels?”
“Yeah. Man, I love Watchmen and X-Men and Batman.”
“Comic books.” He walked over to a bookshelf he kept tucked
away in the corner of the studio. When he rested on the couch, he loved to read
himself to sleep. “Have you ever heard of Lord Byron?”
Jerry shook his head. “Sounds like a rock star.”
“He kind of was for his time. He was a poet.” He took out a
slim volume and began to read from Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage. “Roll on,
thou deep and dark blue ocean—roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in
vain; man marks the earth with ruin—his control stops with the shore.” When he
got to “unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown” he looked up.
Jerry’s big blue eyes shone with tears. “Hey, man, that’s
awesome. Probably not a surfer, I guess. All the ‘thees’ and ‘thous’ sound kind
of old. But that dude knew what a surfer feels, man. We ride on top of the—what
did he call it?—deep and dark blue ocean. And we know we can sink and never be
heard from again, man. Axed. It’s how we want to go if we gotta.”
He had to stop underestimating this man. Rod walked over to
the couch and handed the book to Jerry. “Just be yourself. He’s got to love
“Wow, thanks. But I’ll read this, man. Every word, or at
least the words I understand, okay?”
He smiled. “Okay.”
“I sure do like the way you read it, though.”

Rod laughed, took back the book, and began to read.


The firefighters piled out onto the hard-packed dirt drive
and hauled the hose toward the hydrant out by the highway. Shit, they were just
going to make it… if they were lucky.
“Save him. Help, please, help,” one woman screamed, pointing
toward the building.
What? He gave his spot on the hose to another man and ran to
the woman’s side. “Ma’am. What do you mean?”
The woman on the driveway was white as a cloud and pointing,
her mouth working. “Rod. Rodney. He ran in. Do something.”
He gripped her arm. “Ran in? Rodney ran in there?” Ice froze
his heart.
“Yes, yes. I came over to see, and suddenly he just ran past
me and straight in the door. I don’t know where his car is….”
Hell no! He pulled on his respirator and ran
toward the door of the studio. His heart beat way too fast. Had to get control.
Why, why would Rod do it? What was worth his life? His life. He couldn’t die. Hell, no.
“Fallon, wait. Don’t go in alone,” Cam screamed behind him.
Hell, no. No time to wait. Rod was in there.
The screen door, the damned squeaky screen door, hung half
off its hinges. He tore it away and, hunched against the heat, moved into the
studio. Smoke. Embers raining down. The heat pushed like a wall through his
gear. The flames crawled along the half-missing roof like a snake slinking
along a branch, hissing.
Stop. Think. The part of the structure
closest to the door remained most intact. He dropped to the floor and scooted
along a few feet. Not much in here. Beside him, the old desk had burned nearly
to ash. His heart hammered. Breathe slowly. Don’t panic.
Where is he?
Can’t be too late. No, hell, no. Never
too late.
He crawled another couple of feet and pressed his head down by
the floor, squinting through the smoke…. Yes!
A body. Rod. Collapsed on the floor clutching a small canvas
to his chest. The insane idiot. No painting was worth this. Crouching, Hunter
covered the few steps.

Rod looked so small. And… so still. Hell,
. Hunter pulled Rod into his arms. Felt right. Felt good. Hunter took off
his respirator and fitted it over Rod’s nose and mouth. Breathe for me, baby.
Rod’s body hung, limp as a doll.



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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