“Dialogue I Want to Write” Tara Lain #Movies #amwriting

Hi —

As a novelist, i tend to write a lot of dialogue and nothing is more fun than getting my characters talking and trying to keep up. My favorite films often have great dialogue too and i sit there and wish I’d written it. Here are a few examples, the first from Bull Durham, a magnificent comedy —

And heres another scene, this one from Groundhog Day, which i believe is one of the greatest movies ever made–

Another film on my list of the all time greats is Michael Clayton. This scene between George Clooney and the incomparable Tom Wilkinson has to make every author itch to get their fingers on the keys — or too awstruck to ever write again —

That’s all for now. My newest books include Fool of Main Beach, one of my personal faves, the rerelease of Cataclysmic Shift, and coming up is High Balls, a brand new book in the Balls to the Wall series. Thanks for coming by!

Get Ready for Magic, Shifters, and the Coolest Cat Ever! #CataclysmicShift

Hi — 

I’m so excited to tell you that the re-release of Cataclysmic Shift is only 3 days away. This is a book in my paranormal series called The Aloysius Tales, and the first time it released, some mix ups in categorization meant a lot of people missed the book. If you’ve read either of the other Aloysius Tales — Spell Cat or Brush with Catastrophe — and enjoyed them then you’re not going to want to miss Cataclysmic Shift. But you don’t have to have read those books to enjoy this one.

This story includes not only witches like the other books, but also a shifter, and the coolest cat ever, Aloysius.

Here is the blurb —

Aloysius, the magical black cat and powerful witch’s familiar, isn’t afraid to go into battle to protect his master, but the outcome of the fight turns his feline world upside down. A direct hit of magic steals not only his memories and power, but even the body he’s lived in for several centuries. When he wakes up naked on the floor of a veterinarian’s office, it isn’t as the cat Aloysius, but as the sixteenth-century French gentleman Alain Bellarose. And when Alain sees sexy and enigmatic veterinarian Luke Elliott, he decides he’ll make the best of his time as a human.

Luke is a man with secrets who generally prefers the company of animals—though the flamboyant boy who washes his face with the side of his hand and tries to lick his own privates might prove an exception.

Meanwhile, Witch Master Killian Barth and his secret weapon, Sammy, struggle without Aloysius’s power to draw on. Two evil females are circling, and seeing the coven’s weakness, they’re about to move in for the kill. When Alain’s memories return, he’s faced with the ultimate dilemma: protect his community or stay with the man he loves.

If you’d like to read a full excerpt, click HERE. 

You can buy it at HERE. The release is September 13th and there will be a blog tour with a nice prize, so be sure to visit!  : )

 

Fire Balls is “Awesomesauce”! Here’s a Sexy Excerpt.

Hi all–

Happy Labor Day to my US friends! Just wanted to share this wonderful review of Fire Balls from reviewer Buffy Kennedy. http://buffy-kennedy.blogspot.com/2012/09/review-fire-balls-by-tara-lain.html
Buffy said this about my MM contemporary novella–

Fire Balls is a scorching romance between a sexy firefighter and a bold artist.They both learn a lesson in being proud of who they are and having to fight for what they want. My favorite of the series!”

If by some chance you’ve never read Fire Balls (it was a bestseller so a lot of people have read it), here is an excerpt for you:

Excerpt R: Fire Balls by Tara Lain; MM Contemporary

Available at Etopia Press  Amazon ARe   B&N   and other retailers
Rodney Mansfield is tiny, flamboyant and, oh yeah, a black belt in karate. He is also one of southern California’s greatest artists. Too bad the work of art he really wants is firefighter, Hunter Fallon. But the gorgeous “straight gay” guy could never want the Runtback of Notre Dame, so when Rodney’s handsome, surfer friend, Jerry, develops an unexpected passion for the beautiful firefighter, Rodney breaks his own heart by helping Jerry land his man. And then Rod makes it worse by embarrassing Hunter when he protects him from a firehouse bully. Hunter hates gay guys like Rodney – doesn’t he? Then why can’t he get the powerful pipsqueak’s face out of his mind… and cock out of his ass? And why does he risk his job and his life to rescue Rod from a burning building? Isn’t it time for him to admit he’s not an alpha male after all and that he is the property of the artist?

Rodney 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 were perfect. Oh God. Rod wanted to suck each toe in homage.

And in the middle of all this art, surrounded by light tan skin and at the end of a happy trail of silken dark hair, was 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. Rodney 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. Rodney 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.

He grabbed his camera from the worktable and started snapping. “Looks great, Hunter. Perfect. Just relax as much as you can while I snap some photos. I’ll use these to work on the painting when you’re not here. I can use the shots to get general massing and proportion but I like to have the model live to put in texture and shadow. Nothing beats life for that kind of detail.” He was babbling but he hoped it would help the guy relax.

The beautiful body seemed to melt into the daybed, his arm over his eyes relaxed, and his fingers opened. Rod drew closer to capture a close-up of that graceful, powerful hand, then hurried back to the table and grabbed the sketch pad, leaving the camera behind. God, those long fingers. He stared at the calluses that seemed in conflict with the dance-like beauty of the relaxed hand. Scribbling, he committed the pose to paper before shifting his attention. A fast interpretation of Hunter’s carved mouth, the top lip intriguingly fuller than the bottom, giving the architectural symmetry of his face an unexpected pout. A quick swirl to capture his cleft chin, then a loving sketch of the gorgeous collarbone that defined the hard, muscular shoulder.

Down and down. Rodney hummed. Hunter seemed unconcerned, his breath having slowed. Maybe he needed a good nap. Man, look at those abs. That was a twelve-pack, baby. Down the happy trail and…he stopped sketching in awe. What a cock. Had to capture it. His fingers flew over the paper as he quietly chuckled. Yeah, he’d like to capture it. In his hands or mouth. He did study after study glancing up to be sure Hunter wasn’t watching Rod fixate on that dick.

OK, enough. “Hunter, move if you need to,” Rod murmured.

“Huh?” The arm came off his eyes, and he raised his head. “Oh man, I think I was nearly asleep.”

“Sorry to wake you. Go ahead and sleep and I’ll just draw.”

He sat up. “No. I better stretch or I’ll get really stiff. Sorry. I just got off a double shift. Didn’t realize I was so tired.”

Rod pointed to a clothes tree beside the platform. “Need a bathrobe?”

Hunter gave a shy grin. A-fucking-dorable. “Nah, I guess not. We’re both guys.”

Rodney struck a pose with hand on hip. “But since we’re both gay guys the implications are slightly different, wouldn’t you say?”

Hunter shook his head. “No fishing in another guy’s pond.”

Rod’s heart tripped. “You mean you and Jerry?”

“No, I mean Bill. He seems like a great guy.”

Rod smiled. “He is, but we’re just friends.”

Hunter sat on the edge of the daybed, that gorgeous cock hanging down between his legs. Distracting much? Rod busied himself blocking out the figure on the huge canvas.

“I thought you two were on a date.”

“Yeah. Our first and last. Dutch from now on. We realized we make better pals than lovers.”

“Oh, sorry.”

Rod looked up. “Nothing to be sorry about. Not everyone fits.”

“But wouldn’t you have liked it to work?”

He stopped drawing. Would he? “I kind of have a thing for someone else. Unrequited. But it makes getting into a relationship harder.” He spoke the truth.

“You need to find someone who appreciates you. A talent like you doesn’t come along every day.”

“Yeah, well, maybe.” A small crack opened in his heart.

“Shall I lie back down?”

“Need the bathroom or anything?”

“No, I’m good.” Hunter lay down.

Rod looked away. Shit. He would not cry. Deep breath. He returned to the canvas and tried for a rakish smile. “Besides, I imagine Bill’s a top. We would have killed each other. He’d push me down and I’d fight and grab him. It would have been ugly. Blood all over, both of us trying to dominate.”

Silence. Deafening silence. Rod glanced up. Hunter lay in the prescribed position, arm over eyes. But his formerly relaxed cock had risen to half-mast. What had gotten him going? Bill? Being a top? Killing each other. Hmm.

Let’s find out. “I’d try to stick my cock in his ass, and he’d be trying to grab me and hold me down. What a battle.”

Sure enough, the slow rise continued. Rod edged closer. Crap, the fireman wasn’t just a shower. Look at that gorgeous thing. Closer. What would happen if he touched? He wanted to touch so badly. His hand rose as he took another step.

You Lookin’ for ME?

Hi everyone–
Every now and then, i like to tell folks where they can find me in my many hangouts on the web. If you would like to visit or connect with me, please do!
Pinterest— I use it mostly for relaxing my mind between writing sessions. Switching to a visual medium is very refreshing. Are you on Pinterest? Check out my boards and i’ll check yours.  : )
Facebook Page — I post most of the new stuff about my books and contests and such on my Facebook Page–often before anyplace else. If you haven’t Liked my Page, i’d love it if you would. Do you have a page? I’ll be happy to Like back. http://www.facebook.com/taralain
Goodreads — 234 people have kindly called themselves my Fans on Goodreads. http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4541791.Tara_Lain
Amazon Page — Did you know you can Like an author on Amazon? This is my Author Page. On the top right you’ll see the little Like symbol. All Likes are appreciated. If you have an Author Page, leave your URL and i’ll like you back. http://www.amazon.com/Tara-Lain/e/B004U1W5QC/
Plus, every book on Amazon can be Liked and Tagged. The Like is right beside the title. The Tags are further down the book page. You have to click on each tag to make them count. Tags help authors with search functions and Likes help to position you and your books at Amazon (so they say. Amazon is mysterious.)
Twitter — Come follow me at https://twitter.com/taralain 
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Blogs-– Do you know i have another blog besides this one? It’s called Beautiful Boys Books and , while this blog is mostly about guests and craft and fun pictures, that one is all about my books, writing and blog tours. So if you are a member of this blog already, you might consider following BBB too. 
I hope you’re having a great Labor Day weekend if you’re in the US and a great weekend in general. I finished and submitted my short story for Halloween and tomorrow i go back to writing Snow Balls. (But you’d already know that if you Liked my Facebook Page. LOL. Thank you for visiting! : )

Angels and Demons and Kindles! Oh My!

Hi! Welcome to the Angels and Demons Blog Hop. I’m Tara Lain and i’m neither one. But i do write the Beautiful Boys of Romance– erotic romances both MM and MMF with delicious heroes who love to surprise you! As you may know, this Hop has FANTASTIC Prizes. Here’s what you can win as a grand prize:

  • A Kindle Touch
  • A $60 Amazon or Barnes & Noble Gift Card
Coool beans. And there are over 100 authors participating and, you guessed it, you have a chance at over 100 prizes.
Not to disappoint, here is what you can win on this blog:
  • A $5 Amazon GC
  • A choice of any book from my backlist (choose your own Beautiful Boy–pick him out here http://www.taralain.com)
  • If you live in the US, a Spell Cat or Fire Balls T-shirt
How can you win these prizes?
  • Leave a comment. Angels or Demons? You pick
  • Leave your EMAIL!
  • If you don’t want to be on my mail list, just say No in the comment
  • Follow this Blog (if you don’t already)
  • Not required, but i’d love it if you would like my Facebook Page
  • If you are a fan, you could Fan me on Goodreads.
Now as for the angels or demons question. Hmmm. I guess from a reader’s point of view, it’s tough to beat a good demon. I’ve never written an angel or a demon story. Even my human characters aren’t all bad or all good. But i have written a pretty fun witch. In my book, Spell Cat, i got to write a gay witch who has to marry a female witch in order to perpetuate his race. He is not happy about it. I’m writing the sequel to Spell Cat right now and hope to have it ready in time for a release in the fall. 

Here’s a little nibble from Spell Cat, just for a little demony fun.

When Killian Barth, history professor, meets Blaine Genneau, quantum physicist, they ignite their own big bang. But sadly, Killian walks away because he doesn’t do physics professors. In fact, he doesn’t do humans; Killian is the most powerful male witch in 10 generations and, though gay, he’s expected to save his declining race by reproducing. Sex with humans depletes his power – or so he’s been taught. Then why can young human, Jimmy Janx, dissolve spoons with a thought? Somebody’s a lying witch. With his powerful cat familiar, Aloysius, on his shoulder, Killian brings the lightning against deceit and greed to save Blaine from danger and prove love is the greatest power of them all.

Blaine stood at the end of the counter a few feet away, staring at Killian.  How long could a witch live with his heart no longer beating?

​Oh gods. He understood. Heat…no, fire! The way he felt this moment dwarfed every emotion he’d had with Moran by a thousand. A million. The chasm between indifference and…passion. His heart beat faster, his breath caught in his chest, and his eyes never wanted to look on another sight, just Blaine. He ought to run, but whether away or straight to Blaine, he wasn’t sure. 

​“Mrwar.”

​Blaine seemed to catch the welcome in that meow. He smiled and took a step closer. “Hi, Al. Good to see you, buddy.”

​Aloysius unwrapped himself from Killian’s neck, made one bound off the tabletop, and launched himself into Blaine’s waiting arms. Oh Powers, would that Killian could do the same! He actually had to hold himself still, or he knew he’d follow the cat. 

​Blaine petted Al as the cat did his imitation of a moving fur coat; purring so loudly that Killian could hear him, even a few feet away. “You seem happy to see me, anyway.” He looked up. “Are you happy to see me, Killian?”

​Killian nodded. Correction, his head nodded. He had no power over it. 

​Blaine moved even closer. “Could I have lunch with you? Talk to you?”

​The head nodded again. 

​The human slipped into the chair beside Killian. Sweet Powers, he smelled so wonderful. ​That sweet and spice together. Killian wanted to turn himself into Aloysius so he could rub all over the man’s body. 

​“This sure is one great cat. Where did you get him?”

​Killian cleared his throat. “Guh, uh, a gift from my mother.”

​Blaine chucked Al under the chin, and the cat let him. “My mother hates cats.” He looked up, and Killian swam in the pools of deep green. “Of course, my mother hates me, so she’s not likely to give me the time of day, much less a pet.” 

​“Surely not?”

​He grinned. “That she hates me? Oh yeah. I keep defying her by choosing to be gay when her preacher has clearly cleansed me of this delusion at least ten times, so she has washed her hands of me.”

​“But you didn’t choose… Oh, you’re joking.” 

​Blaine’s grin faded. “I wish it were a joke. Then a lot of beaten up, confused kids would have parents who loved and understood them.”

​Powers. There were worse things than having a manipulative witch for a mother. “I’m so sorry, Blaine. I didn’t mean it like that.”

Blaine smiled. “I never thought you were making fun. I just have a weird sense of humor sometimes.” 

​And then he did it. He put his hand on Killian’s arm. Such a simple gesture. Flash! Heat blazed in Killian’s head, and hot steel filled his cock. Blaine started and pulled his hand away. Those green eyes widened, and he stared at Killian like he was either the answer to a dream or a cobra, and Blaine wasn’t sure which. “Holy shit!”

​Killian tried to make sense of his brain synapses and grasped at the first thought. “Uh, food, did you want food?”

​Blaine leaned over and whispered in his ear. “I want to eat with you and talk to you and sleep with you and take you home with me. But right now, I want to make love to you so badly I’m having trouble focusing.”

​There was that head nod again. Where the fuck did that come from?

​“Does that mean you want to make love to me too?”

​Killian stared at Blaine, the human physics professor whose simplest touch could drain a witch’s power until his own mother didn’t know him and his people couldn’t benefit from his great sperm and — and all that dogma. The answer was “yes.” He did want to make love to Blaine. He wanted it more than anything. The evil witch voice piped up in his head. Yep, these humans are tempting. That’s how the witch race got so depleted. He was the strongest male witch in ten generations. That had to be worth something. He had never had a really satisfying relationship with a man, even for a short time. He wanted one. Didn’t he deserve just a little happiness before he gave his life for his people? He’d tried it the right way, the witch-stamp-of-approval way, and nearly got his back broken for his trouble. 

​Blaine was staring at Killian like he was in suspended animation; only the fingertips that scratched Al’s head moved. There. That was it. Blaine had the best possible credentials. Aloysius, who was no dumb cat, was crazy about the human…and so was Killian. Just that simple. He didn’t care if he rotted in witch oblivion, or if he lost some of his fabled power. How much damage could he do in such a little while? “Yes.”

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And now it’s time to HOP! Here is the list of all the fantastic authors participating in the Angels and Demons Blog Hop. Have fun and good luck!

Ganging Up on Homophobia and A New Way to Buy Books!

Hi and welcome to Hopalong May!

The TRR Erotic Romance Madness Hop continues for one more Day on my Author Blog! Do not miss it. I’ll be selecting winners on Tuesday May 15 so get your comments in NOW!

On Wednesday i’m blogging over at Cup o’ Porn. Come on over because there will be prizes in store. You can win your choice of Volley Balls or Fire Balls! My post is called Writing About Balls!  LOL

Then on Thursday we begin the Hop Against Homophobia. There will be prizes as well as inspiration for you so please come out and show your support! http://taralain.blogspot.com

Oh there is sooo much more coming up, and then we have Beach Balls on June 1st!

I wanted to tell you too that i just became an Amazon Associate and as a result can offer links to buy books and other fun stuff on my blogs and on my website. I started by recommending a few friend’s books and will be adding more. Check it out on my website under Cool Stuff. http://www.taralain.com Of course, you can also link to my books!

I have completed the first round of edits on my new menage, Genetic Celebrity. It will be released on July 24th. Oh and i also created a short synopsis of a second book in the Aloysius Tales. We’ll see if my editor likes it!

That’s all for now! Hope you had a wonderful Mother’s Day!  Thank you for visiting. : )

Fire Balls Hits Number One on Amazon Gay Romance! TRR Says “Something Extraordinary”.

Hi everyone–
Unless you’ve been hiding you’ve heard me yelling about the fact that my new release, Fire Balls, made number one on the Amazon Gay Romance Bestseller list and is still doing really well. It also revved up the interest in Volley Balls that has been in the top 50 on Gay Romance for the last few days. Thank you so much to everyone for pushing it to the top! 
You will find Fire Balls RIGHT NOW at Amazon    B&N   ARe
And Volley Balls is HERE if you haven’t read it.  
Fire Balls also received its first review from Valentina Heart at The Romance Reviews. Here’s a bit of what she said:

How can I say this and not repeat the exact same words I’ve already said at least two times… I ADORE Tara’s men. There, I’ve done it again, just can’t help myself. She loves the arts and has a tendency of combining it with something hard, manly, HOT!… but even there she is unique, because her unconventional pairings usually come with a twist. 

Rodney is a rather famous artist who is small, flamboyant and dangerous, that’s right, the little guy has a black belt in karate and doesn’t take bullshit at all. There’s also another interesting thing about Rodney, something that really appealed to me, his penchant for dominance and hard topping. Don’t you just love him? 

Anyway, Rodney has the hots for a certain hunk, who is pure candy in his fireman suit. If Rodney does a bit of stalking, that’s okay too, because no one really knows he’s passing by the fire station to see Hunter, he could just be taking a stroll. ………..

All of that said, this one is something I recommend. I know people will love Rodney the ‘fire ball’ and the relationship between these two men. Their gentle side as well as the hard edges. Tara molds guys as she does words, and the final product is always something extraordinary. She plays at my love for contemporary and always gives the best to a fan.

Thank you, Valentina for reading Fire Balls and for your wonderful comments. To read the whole terrific review click HERE!

The Fire Balls Blog Tour is going on NOW! You can win a copy of Fire Balls OR a $10. Amazon GC. And if you have already read Fire Balls when you win it you get a $10. GC instead! Just go over to blog tour central at Beautiful Boys Books where you leave you comment with email and jump through a few hoops. Then there are tons more opportunities to win in all the blog tour events. Don’t miss it! 

And if by some chance you haven’t seen an excerpt from Fire Balls, hold onto your hat!: 

Excerpt: Fire Balls by Tara Lain  — MM Contemporary

Available at Etopia Press  Amazon

Rodney Mansfield is tiny, flamboyant and, oh yeah, a black belt in karate. He is also one of southern California’s greatest artists. Too bad the work of art he really wants is firefighter, Hunter Fallon. But the gorgeous “straight gay” guy could never want the Runtback of Notre Dame, so when Rodney’s handsome, surfer friend, Jerry, develops an unexpected passion for the beautiful firefighter, Rodney breaks his own heart by helping Jerry land his man. And then Rod makes it worse by embarrassing Hunter when he protects him from a firehouse bully. Hunter hates gay guys like Rodney – doesn’t he? Then why can’t he get the powerful pipsqueak’s face out of his mind… and cock out of his ass? And why does he risk his job and his life to rescue Rod from a burning building? Isn’t it time for him to admit he’s not an alpha male after all and that he is the property of the artist?

“So what the hell is a poet doing in the fire department?”

“There’s a lot of poetry in fire.”

“Sure, darling, if you’re staring at a fireplace with a glass of wine!”

Hunter laughed, which seemed to drain a little of the tension. “I became a firefighter for my dad. Kind of living his dream because he wasn’t able to. He’s confined to a wheelchair.”

Interesting. “That’s great for him, but what’s your dream?”

“Making him happy, I guess. Not disappointing him.”

The boy was cracked. Rod put his hands on his hips. “Shit, darling, you can’t live someone else’s dream.”

The words hung in the air.

“I’ve got to try.” Hunter’s words were barely audible.

Rodney dropped his brush in the turp. Somebody had to get through to the man. He took a step forward. “Tell me what you would do if you didn’t have to think about anyone but yourself.”

Hunter shook his head slowly.

He took another step. “Tell me, dammit.”

The blue eyes looked startled. “I’d teach. I’d teach literature, maybe in college.”

“There, that wasn’t so hard.”

“Doesn’t change anything.”

“Like hell it doesn’t. Declaration is a big step in the battle. If you can say it out loud, you can manifest it.” He took another step. “Do you know what my father wanted me to be?”

“What?”

“A lawyer. A fucking lawyer, probably so I could keep the bastard out of jail when he cheated his customers. He wanted to pay for me to go to fucking Stanford Law.”

“Wow. You turned him down?”

“Do I look like a lawyer to you?” He struck his favorite pose à la Marilyn Monroe. “I worked my ass off to put myself through art school. I waited tables and painted pictures of people’s pets to make extra money. I even appeared in a drag show one time.”

“No shit?”

“You should hear me sing ‘Let Me Entertain You.’ But my point is, it’s your life and you have to live it. You probably don’t get another chance and even if you do, you won’t be conscious of it, so this is it, darling. Get on with it.”

“Yeah, but my dad is different.”

“I’m sure he is, and I’m happy for you.” He moved closer. “And you know what my father mostly wanted me to be?”

“What? I mean you’re a great artist, he must have seen that and wanted that.”

“No, you know what he wanted me to be so much he would have given every dime he had to make it so?”

Hunter shook his head, eyes wide.

“He wanted me to be not gay.”

Hunter stared. “My dad too.”

Shit. Rod was now at the platform’s edge. “So that’s it. You make up to your dad for being gay by putting on this damned hero fireman act when you want to read your books in the sunshine and teach a few kids about immortality. Right?”

Hunter shook his head.

“I said right?” Rod was beside Hunter now. Within reach. “Say I’m right.” He climbed up the platform’s step. “Your dad doesn’t want you to be gay, so you don’t want to be gay. But there’s not one fucking thing you can do about it so you compromise the whole rest of your life trying to make up for the way God made you. Say I’m right.”

Hunter dropped down onto one elbow. “You’re right.”

“Louder. I can’t hear you.”

“You’re right, dammit.”

His knee hit the daybed and in a fast two count his body pressed down onto Hunter’s, his hands grabbing the other man’s head. Holy shit, what was he doing? Mouth to mouth got a whole new meaning. Jesus, he was starving and Hunter Fallon was the only food.

Forcing Hunter’s lips open, Rod’s tongue pressed deep, deeper, and he licked the inside of the sweetest mouth he had ever known. Hunter’s tense body gradually relaxed against Rod’s, then began to writhe. Oh shit, Hunter’s hips pressed hard against Rodney, who couldn’t miss the steel of that hot cock.

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Hang On to Your Fire Balls! Stuff is Coming!!

Hi all–

With all the excitement over the release of Mistletowed and all my great guests, i didn’t stop long enough to tell you i just signed a contract for a new erotic beach romance called Fire Balls. Yep, you guessed it. Fire Balls is a sequel to the popular novella, Volley Balls, but it’s a completely different story —


Rodney Mansfield is tiny, flamboyant and, oh yeah, a black belt in karate. He is also one of southern California’s greatest artists. Too bad the work of art he really wants is firefighter, Hunter Fallon. But the gorgeous “straight gay” guy could never want the Runtback of Notre Dame, so when Rodney’s handsome, surfer friend Jerry develops an unexpected passion for the beautiful firefighter, Rodney breaks his own heart by helping Jerry land his man. And then Rod makes it worse by embarrassing Hunter when he protects him from a firehouse bully. Hunter hates gay guys like Rodney – doesn’t he? Then why can’t he get the powerful pipsqueak’s face out of his mind… and cock out of his ass? And why does he risk his job and his life to rescue Rod from a burning building? Isn’t it time for him to admit he’s not an alpha male after all and that he is the property of the artist?

Fire Balls will be coming in the spring from Etopia Press! Much sooner, expect the Stuff Your Stockings Blog Hop. The Blog Hop starts THIS Friday and goes the entire weekend!! You will have over 100 authors to visit, and a gazillion prizes to win including TWO copies of Mistletowed and many, many gift cards, books and other goodies. HERE is the LINK to the Hop 

And here is more good news!  Mistletowed is now on AMAZON!! Get it while it’s HOT! 
This will be blog hop central on Friday so be here for sure!! And there is lots more stuff going on including ANOTHER BLOG HOP at Beautiful Boys Books. Hop over there for chances to win. It’s the pre-holiday gift grab!  Thak you for visiting the blog.  :  )

Golden Dancer Gets a Night Owl Top Pick!

Hi everyone–

I just received an email announcing my review of Golden Dancer at Night Owl Reviews and i am one happy camper. Click on the link if you’d like to read the whole review which is just delicious. Golden Dancer is a Night Owls Top Pick. Here are a few quotes from Reviewer Terri:

The characters are fantastic. Each has a history, a family and a profession. Seeing how them mesh together is interesting. There are a lot of issues that they must work through which gives each character a chance to grow and change. None are even remotely the same yet they work well together.
Once again I have picked up and read a book that is not my cup of tea and well outside my comfort zone due to an author I really enjoy reading haven written it. As usual, the terrific writing kept me totally interested in the story. I love storytellers that can write anything and make you like it!

Okay, Ms Lain has a fan and I will probably read everything she writes, even when it is outside my comfort zone. That’s just how good her stories really are.
Now you know why i’m happy dancin’ all over town. Want to read more about Golden Dancer?
Go to Loose Id or Amazon.

Brandi WINS Golden Dancer. Plus Time for Deceptive Attraction is Coming!

Hi everyone–

This is just a quick post to say congratulations to Brandi Roberts who WON Golden Dancer in a drawing from GayRomLit. The book is being well received and i’m getting emails saying AWESOME which make me very happy. :  )

Just a reminder that the book is already at Amazon, so hop over and snap it up if you like sexy romantic suspense with three hot guys. http://www.amazon.com/Golden-Dancer-ebook/dp/B005S6LEWO/ And its available at Loose Id, of course. 


I am busy writing the sequel to Volley Balls plus plotting the scifi romance i’m thinking of writing for NaNo (yes i am crazy). Most of all, i’m getting ready for the LAUNCH of Deceptive Attraction which releases November 1 from Loose Id.  Watch this space TOMORROW for the first enticing nibble. 


But i can’t let go of my Golden Boys too soon. I will be giving away copies of the book as well as copies of Deceptive Attraction over the next few weeks so come check the schedule often. Here is an excerpt from Golden Dancer:


Excerpt R: Golden Dancer by Tara Lain; M/M/M Romantic Suspense

Available from Loose Id  Amazon

Mac MacAllister is obsessed; the online news reporter needs enough evidence to write a story accusing billionaire art collector Daniel Terrebone of stealing The Golden Dancer, a priceless work of art, from son-of-a-Nazi, Horst Von Berg. The story promises the recognition Mac craves, but then Mac meets a real golden dancer, ballet star Trelain Medveyev, and his attraction to the man rocks his formerly straight world. When the mysterious Terrebone “collects” his beautiful dancer, too, Mac rushes to the rescue like a knight in shining cargo pants and plunges into a three-way passion that tears him between love and guilt. Can Mac keep investigating when his story could send one man to prison and another to the morgue? Will this reporter get his story or get his men?

Trelain sat at the dressing table in his teal and gold silk robe, waiting for the knock he knew would come. He wanted it to come, didn’t he? When he heard the rap, he took a deep breath. “Come in, Daniel.”

The big man entered, also dressed in a robe, but his was a deep blue, the color of his eyes. “Do you want me here?” That penetrating stare pulled the truth from Trelain’s heart and his lips. “Very much. I want you very much.”

But Daniel didn’t take advantage of the open invitation. He crossed and sat on the bed. “Your friend is very interesting.”

“He is, isn’t he? Though I’m not sure he’s my friend.”

“Lover, then?”

What was he thinking? “You know we’re not lovers. He considers himself straight.”

Daniel leaned back on one elbow, his robe gapping over his muscled chest, showing the light smattering of brown hair that matched his eyebrows. “I subscribe to the Jimmy Carter view that when two men have sinned in their minds, they are as good as lovers.”

Trelain burst out laughing. “I’m quite sure your former president was not thinking of two men, and I’m quite sure that you, sir, do not believe in sin.”

“Both true, but you get the idea.”

Trelain rose and walked over to sit beside Daniel. “Have I ever sinned in my mind, as you call it, with Mac? Oh, bloody fucking hell, yes. Has he ever returned the compliment? I doubt he’s been brave enough to fantasize about being with a man, though I know he finds me attractive.” He flipped the golden hair over his shoulder. “It’s probably just my androgyny confusing him.”

Those black eyes bored into him. “Do you really believe that?”

He met the man’s gaze. “No.”

“You know he’s mad for you, and if he can just be honest with himself for five minutes at a time, he’ll be here begging to fuck you.”

“I doubt he’ll achieve that level of honesty, but yes, I think he is mad for me.”

“And you for him?”

Trelain sighed. Life could be so bloody complicated. “Yes, there is some madness there.”

“It’s not hard to understand why. He’s intriguing, intellectually curious, energetic, and magnetic. Plus, that big, skinny body is sexy as hell.”

“But then, so are you.”

“Am I?”

“You surely don’t have to ask.”

“I find myself unusually uncertain of my status.”

Well, bloody hell, if that wasn’t the sweetest little declaration. Trelain leaned toward Daniel. “Could I perhaps show you just how sexy, magnetic, and energetic I think you are?” Trelain unwrapped Daniel’s robe to find an already pulsing, hard-as-steel cock.

“Um, don’t forget intellectually curious. I find I’m intellectually curious about what it would feel like to have your beautiful, uncut cock in my ass, since we were thwarted in our attempt this afternoon.”

“Oh, yes. I’m totally dedicated to research.”

Daniel’s breath already came hard. “Shall I turn over?”

“No, I want to see your face when I fuck you.”

“Oh shit, Trelain. Do it now.” He started to pull his long legs back.

Trelain reached out and stopped him. “Ah, ah. First I want to satisfy my intellectual curiosity by tasting every inch of you.”

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