Volley Balls

volleyballs400x600A Balls to the Wall Romance

A double dose of alpha male might be better than one.

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?

A “pumped up” version of the Volley Balls story, twice as long as the original.

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What People Say–

Christie Thorsen at Love Bytes says — 

“Volley Balls is a quick, but highly addictive and super steamy read that I greatly recommend you get. Then, y’know, get all the others in the series as well. *waggles eyebrows* Tara is brilliant author, and tho everything happens pretty quickly, Volley Balls is fantastic. I am practically chomping at the bit and salivating to get my hands on the next installation in the series.”

Freya at Sinfully MM Books Reviews says — 

Volley Balls stayed true to its title in more than one interpretation. It is a sweet short story of secrets, and discovery with a bit of danger.”

Night Owls Reviews  — Reviewer Top Pick

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“The very spicy scenes in this contemporary m/m romance are balanced by the poignant descriptions of the difficulties faced by those whose sexual orientations are different from those around them. The importance of tolerance and the reminder that bullying manifests in many ways is alluded to without being didactic and I loved Gareth’s mom and her reactions.”

Volley Balls is one of the Top 100 Bestselling Gay Romances of 2011 and 2012

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Formats

Available in a print Anthology with Fire Balls

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Excerpt

Gareth shifted uneasily in the darkened amphitheater. Another scene change. The effects were lovely and sometimes awe-inspiring, but he’d gotten the idea in the first half hour. He was ready to go.

He glanced to his left at Edge, who seemed fascinated with the show. Intriguing, since Edge had the attention span of a gnat. The other guys were more restless, jabbing each other when the bare-breasted art pieces appeared, but they managed to stay on the near side of rude.

He settled back for the duration. Maybe a little catnap. The lights came up as he started to close his eyes. He heard an indrawn breath and looked up. Holy, bloody, everlasting hell.

In the center of the vast stage, on a rotating platform in a single perfect spotlight, was David, the masterwork of Michelangelo. Gareth had seen it in Florence several times, and every sense he had told him he was looking at the actual statue, although his mind knew this was a human being. Glowing, luminous, absolutely still… sweet bloody Christ, how could someone do it? How could they have found a person so perfect?

He noticed a deep stillness in the audience and also among his mates. Edge was absolutely motionless. Unusual for him. But the statue, the guy, was just that beautiful.

Gareth cocked his head. The model’s legs were not as big and muscular as the Michelangelo. This “statue” was a bit leaner and even more graceful. The pedestal kept turning. He squinted. Bloody hell, he’d seen that perfect ass before. He peered into the pool of light as the David rotated. He’d seen those amazing cheekbones.

It was the guy from the beach and the shop. Gareth rifled through his program for the name. David Underwood. The one who owned the gallery. The fag. Gareth shifted onto his hip, leaning away from Edge. Wouldn’t do to let his pouf-hating friend see his massive erection.

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