New Release! HIGH BALLS by Tara Lain and Enter to Win! #new #BallsstotheWall

Sometimes only the wrong guy can bring the 
right happy ever after.

Hi everyone — I’m so thrilled to be able to announce the release of High Balls. As you may know, this is the first entirely new book in the popular Balls to the Wall series since 2013. Volley Balls is mostly new, but this one is a brand new story and set of heroes. I had a blast revisiting my ballsy guys and weaving their lives into the love story of Theodore and Snake. I hope you love it — and be sure to enter to win! HUGS!

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High Balls
(Balls To The Wall Series #6 )
by Tara Lain
 
Blurb:
Though only twenty-six, single father Theodore Walters lives with his head in the clouds and his feet firmly planted in reality. At the center of his life is Andy, his seven-year-old son, with whom he shares no DNA, though nobody—including his religious-fanatic in-laws—knows that, and Theodore will do anything to keep them from finding out. Theodore works hard to get his PhD and the tenure and salary that might follow to make a better life for Andy—but the head of his department thinks his dissertation on Jane Austen and romance novels is frivolous.
Theodore’s carefully planned life goes off the rails when he walks into a popular Laguna Beach bar and meets the bartender, “Snake” Erasmo, a pierced and tattooed biker who sends Theodore’s imagination—and libido—soaring. Snake has even more secrets than Theodore and couldn’t be a less “appropriate” match, but he might be the only guy with the skills to show Theodore that happily-ever-after is for real.

Available for purchase at

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Excerpts

 

A second later in his bedroom, as Theodore stood in his boxer briefs staring at his minimal wardrobe, Andy stuck his head in the door. “Hiya, Dad.”

“Hi.”

“Whatcha doing?”

“Trying to figure out what to wear.”

He wandered in and plopped on the unmade bed. “You got a date?”

“Uh, kind of. I mean, yes.”

“So what kind of guy is he?”

“What do you mean?” Was his son checking his date’s résumé?

“You know, is he, like, really conservative—I don’t mean, like, Republican, I mean, does he wear ties and stuff? Or is he, like, ace?”

“Ace?”

“Uh, like, rad, cool?”

“Definitely cool.”

“Okay.” He flipped on his stomach and pointed toward the closet. “Black jeans.”

Theodore pulled his one good pair from the hanger and slid them on.

“Excellent. Now white shirt.”

“Really? Isn’t that kind of conservative?”

“No, you gotta trust me.”

“Okay.” He shrugged on the shirt. “Do I tuck it in?”

“Of course. Black belt.”

He did as instructed. Had to admit those jeans did show off his ass and the shirt made him look more mature and a bit—well, cool.

“Okay, now take the vest you wear to work.”

“You mean, like, a suit vest?”

“Yeah.”

“Which one? I have two.”

“Let me look.” He hopped to a cross-legged position as Theodore held up his navy blue vest and his tan vest.

“That one.” He pointed toward the tan.

“You sure?” Andy nodded. Hell, humor the kid. I can take it off later. He slid on the vest and—son of a bitch if it didn’t look bitchin’. “Hey, good job, this looks—” He grinned. “—ace.”

“Told ya.”

Theodore sat on the edge of the bed next to his fashion consultant. “I won’t be real late, but go to bed on time for Jillian so you can get up and be smart tomorrow. How’s your homework?” Personally he thought they gave second graders too much, but he didn’t want to have Andy falling behind.

“I’ve got a lot done.”

“Ask Jillian to check it over when you’re finished, okay? If you need me, call me.”

“Sure. Have a good time with the ace.” He flashed his little teeth with the big gap in the middle.

“I will, derp.” He kissed Andy’s nose.

“Dad, nobody says that. Especially not grown-ups.”

“How could someone so hopelessly uncool have such an awesome son?”

“Good question.”

 

 

“Mr. Walters, please explain the methodology of your research.”

And so it began. The words flowed across his tongue—the thousands of questionnaires and over a hundred personal interviews showing the education, expertise, and experience of romance writers, their use and extension of techniques pioneered by Austen and other major literary figures. He discussed tropes and their application in so called “fine” literature as well as genre fiction. Quoting verbatim from scholars he’d interviewed, he showed how many academics dismissed romance fiction purely because of its association with female readers.

Dr. Willamette said, “How large is the romance market, Mr. Walters?” She actually seemed interested.

“It’s a moving target and difficult to pin down due to the vastness and fluidity of the ebook market, but well over a billion dollars, for sure. It’s the largest book market in the world by double over the next genre.”

“Oh my. Wouldn’t it be nice to bring those people more actively into the field of literature? More teachers and more students?” She smiled.

“My point exactly.”

Ashworth sputtered, “You want to bring these illiterate, uncultured old maids and housewives into the literary tent? You must be joking.”

Dr. Willamette’s face fell, and Theodore worked to ungrit his teeth.

Dr. T. tried to keep the tone upbeat, but every time Mr. Karl or Dr. Willamette asked a good question or seemed to show interest in his research, Ashworth would find a way to belittle their opinions. They practically shrank in their seats. The chances they’d stand up to the chairman? Zilch.

Theodore kept fighting, but he felt like a salmon on a dammed-up stream.

Dr. T. said, “Why did you undertake this research, Mr. Walters? What do you feel it contributes to the future of literature?”

Theodore gazed at the carpet for a minute. “When my wife was dying, I would read to her. Classics and current literary fiction felt so cold and helpless in the face of death. Only love prevailed. So I bought a romance novel, just for diversion. I was amazed at the true literary value the book possessed. I tried another and another. Yes, I found bad ones, but then that can be said of any type of literature. Gradually I came to realize that what I’d been taught about romance fiction was bull. Here were truly gifted writers, more of them than in any other type of fiction, toiling away with not only no recognition, but also actual denigration, and still producing exceptional work. I decided to find out why.”

He looked up at each member of the panel, even the sneering Ashworth. “I think if I can encourage or inspire even one of these excellent authors to persevere and have some of their work recognized, my research will have succeeded.”

Dr. T. said, “Thank you, Theodore. I wish to add that the dissertation reader agrees with Mr. Walters. She states that the paper has done more to legitimize one of the most popular forms of world fiction than anything she’s seen. She highly recommends the paper for publication.” He looked down the panel. “If there are no more questions, Mr. Walters can go and we can determine the time for our deliberation.”

Ashworth said, “I have one more. Walters, do you really expect us to take this dissertation seriously?”

Theodore stood. “Yes, sir, I do.” He looked down the table. “Thank you all for your consideration.” He turned and walked from the room with a straight spine.

 

 “Dad?”Snake whispered, “Showtime.” He stood.

Teddy looked up and rose.

Andy rubbed his eyes and his nose. “How come you guys are on the floor?”

Teddy smiled and picked up Andy. “I was just surprised and unhappy when Snake told me what your grandparents did.”

“Yeah.” He snuffled and snuggled into his dad’s shoulder.

Teddy sat on the couch and settled Andy on his lap. Snake started to sit in the chair across from them, but Andy looked up. “Snake? Will you sit by me?”

“Sure, buddy.” He glanced at Teddy, who looked up quickly and then away. Snake sat beside Teddy, who held Andy in his arms. Snake took Andy’s feet.

Teddy started to rock him. “So you know about babies coming from mommies, right?”

“Sure.”

“Moms might have different possible dads around before their baby is born, but after the baby is born, the mom might choose a dad.” He looked at Snake, pleading in his eyes.

Snake picked up the thread. “It could be that the dad the mom chooses isn’t the same dad that actually caused the baby in the first place. But that doesn’t matter.”

“Right.” Teddy kissed Andy’s hair. “You mom chose me, and we got married right away, and I was there the whole time you were in her tummy, and I saw you get born and loved you when you were barely an idea.”

Snake blinked hard. “That guy who came to talk to you might have caused the baby, but then he was gone, and he never married your mom or helped her or saw you born or raised you—or loved you. So guess who your dad is?”

Andy tightened his grip on Teddy. “Daddy is my dad.”

“Ding, ding, ding, ding. Give the prize to Andy Walters!”

Andy was quiet for a minute. “But that guy caused me?”

Teddy’s chest rose and fell. “He might have, sweetheart.”

Andy sat back and stared at Teddy with his brows scrunched over his nose. “You didn’t cause me ’cause you don’t like girls, right?”

Snake bit the inside of his cheek.

Teddy smiled. “Kind of. I actually loved your mom a lot. She was my best friend. And when she told me she was going to have a baby, I said maybe I could be the dad. She loved that idea, and we had such a good time raising you.”

“Wish I remembered her better.”

Snake had to look away or Andy might see the tears pushing out of his eyes.

“She loved you so much. Just like I do.” Teddy hugged him tight.

 

 

The Balls to the Wall Series


Volley Balls
Bk #1

Available to purchase at
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Fire Balls
Bk #2

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Beach Balls
Bk #3

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FAST Balls
Bk #5

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Prefer paperback?
The first and second book are now available in paperback! 

Amazon | B&N

 

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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Cover Reveal: High Balls #BallstotheWall #NewBook

Hi and welcome — I’m really excited to give you a nibble of the first totally new book in the Balls to the Wall Series in years. High Balls was so fun to write and i hope you’ll love reading it. BTW, another completely new Balls book will be coming in Jan 2018, so when you’ve read High Balls, you’re not done! Enjoy the excerpt.

A brand new story in the BALLS TO THE WALL Series!

 

Sometimes only the wrong guy can bring the 
right happy ever after.

 

High Balls
(Balls To The Wall Series #6 )
by Tara Lain
 
Blurb:
Though only twenty-six, single father Theodore Walters lives with his head in the clouds and his feet firmly planted in reality. At the center of his life is Andy, his seven-year-old son, with whom he shares no DNA, though nobody—including his religious-fanatic in-laws—knows that, and Theodore will do anything to keep them from finding out. Theodore works hard to get his PhD and the tenure and salary that might follow to make a better life for Andy—but the head of his department thinks his dissertation on Jane Austen and romance novels is frivolous.

 

Theodore’s carefully planned life goes off the rails when he walks into a popular Laguna Beach bar and meets the bartender, “Snake” Erasmo, a pierced and tattooed biker who sends Theodore’s imagination—and libido—soaring. Snake has even more secrets than Theodore and couldn’t be a less “appropriate” match, but he might be the only guy with the skills to show Theodore that happily-ever-after is for real.
 
 
Release Date:
Oct. 4, 2017

 

Available for pre-order at

 

Excerpts

 

He flipped
on some Chopin and let it seep into his bloodstream like antistress pills. Such
a weird feeling he got each month when Andy visited his grandparents. Kind of
lost. Aimless. Sure, he had hella studying to do, but he did that every night,
curled in his chair, sometimes with Andy sitting on his lap figuring out his
homework. When he sat for his orals, he’d probably start quoting second-grade
spelling instead of defending his dissertation on the modern romance novel as
the inheritor of the tradition of Jane Austen. But that was how life was
supposed to be. His life, anyway—all based on one decision made almost on the
spur of the moment when he was eighteen years old. A decision made possible by
an asshole named JP Rellico.
He stopped
at the light at Pacific Coast Highway. The traffic going north wasn’t too bad
yet, but the south lane toward Laguna already backed up to Ruby Ridge. The
drivers had that Friday afternoon look of combined relief and weariness.
A rumbling
roar sounded and Theodore jumped. Threading through traffic came a shiny
Harley, moving with more assurance than such a big machine should muster. But
the motorcycle definitely took second place to the rider. The guy stopped and
put his foot down just yards from where Theodore waited, the booted foot
attached to long, long legs with thigh muscles that challenged the black denim
covering them. Unlike a lot of Harley drivers, this man had no fat of any kind;
his long-sleeved T-shirt hugged a narrow waist and broad shoulders. Theodore
strained to see his face, but a dark-visored helmet hid it, although strands of
shaggy dark hair escaped the bottom. Most of all, Theodore noticed the tattoos
that crawled in beautiful winding patterns up the guy’s forearms where they
showed below his pushed-up sleeves. Whoa.
Just the energy of the rider screamed free.
One of those tats had to say, I don’t
give a shit
,
It was like
Theodore could feel the vibration of the bike all the way across the street and
deep in his balls. What would it be like to live so unrestrained? Go and do
what you want and not worry about anyone else? His cock rose like sunrise on a
summer day.
A beep
behind him woke him up. Shit. Quit
dreaming, idiot.
He stepped on the accelerator and pulled out into the
northbound lane just as the rider turned his head toward Theodore. Theodore’s
foot faltered, he craned his neck to see the guy’s face—just a glimpse—and got
the squeal of tires and another, more pissed-off beep for his trouble.
Hell!
He stepped on it and sprang—to the extent the Toyota had any spring left—toward
the college.

 

“Bartender?”
Snake looked in the mirror again. That was Pink Hair talking.
Teddy stood beside the Greek statue and looked—scared? Anxious? Probably
embarrassed. Why did he come here? To
prance this beautiful man in front of me?
He sighed. As if I’m all that.
He turned, tried to smile, and failed. “Yeah. What can I get you?”
“Champagne cocktail for me, darling.” Pink Hair smiled and gazed
into Snake’s eyes. Did they know who he was?
Greek Statue asked for the same. Big, hunky, and handsome wanted a
beer and—that left Teddy. Snake nodded to him without meeting his eyes. “What
can I get you?”
“Beer, please. Uh, Snake, these are my friends.”
Startled at being addressed by name, he finally looked at Teddy.
“I gathered that.”
“Uh, that’s Rodney, uh, Rod, and his husband, Hunter. Rod’s a
famous painter and Hunter’s a college teacher like me.”
Snake still couldn’t get his smile muscles to move, but he stuck a
hand across the bar and shook with both men, although the one called Rod only
offered fingertips. Snake’s eyes fled back to Teddy.
Teddy glanced at the beauty next to him and said, “This is David.
He owns the Underwood Galley on Forest. He’s Rod’s bestie. His husbands are
away playing volleyball, so we’re keeping him company.”
Snake just stared. Too many words he didn’t quite grasp. Did he really say husbands? Like, plural? But bottom line—Snake’s
face broke out in a smile. “Hi, David, really pleased to meet you.” He shook
the handsome man’s slim hand as his brain repeated the mantra, Not his boyfriend. Not his boyfriend. Not
his boyfriend.
Rod said in his dancing, musical voice, “You thought David was
Theodore’s boyfriend, didn’t you?”
Snake felt the crease pop between his eyebrows and smoothed it
with intention. “Looked like it.”
Teddy really frowned. “So you assumed I lied to you?”
“Thought crossed my mind.” He glanced up at the scowling Teddy
Bear and almost laughed. “Sorry.”
Rod said, “Theodore, be reasonable. You two barely know each
other. Snake might think you would lie to him.”
Snake shook his head. “No, actually, I don’t. Teddy here’s not the
lying type. But….” He shrugged.
Rod grinned. “But you’re the jealous type.”
“Not usually. Let me get your drinks.” He turned away, but saw the
Greek god David look at Teddy with wide eyes and mouth the word Wow.
He swallowed his chuckle as he added the bitters to the champagne
and then pulled the beer from the cooler.
Rod had this funny wheedling voice. “So you call Theodore
‘Teddy’?”
Snake turned back with two of the drinks and flashed a smile. “Teddy
Bear, actually.”
Teddy sat back on his stool. “Snake!”
“I mean, who could call that pretty thing something so stodgy and
serious as Theodore?” He cast a sideways glance at Teddy.
David looked at Teddy too. “Uh, you better call him
Theodore—because that bear can bite.” He laughed.
“Nah.” Snake slid the other beer and champagne to David and Teddy.
“We need to get this boy to stop fighting what he is and work it.”
Rod shrieked. “Snake, I adore you! No one with an endless
vocabulary could have ever so perfectly expressed the life plan for Theodore
Walters.”
Snake looked at Teddy. “Walters. I didn’t know. Pleased to meet
you, Teddy Bear Walters.”
A wild giggle exploded through Teddy’s compressed lips. “You’re
all crazy!” He shook his head. “What’s your last name?”
“Erasmo.”
“Snake Erasmo. Your mother did not name you Snake.”
“Nope.”
David said, “Who did?”
“Some friends. Something to do with the walk.”
Teddy rested a cheek on his fist. So damned cute Snake wanted to
eat him. “What’s your real name?”
“If I told you, I might have to kill you.”
“It’s the only way to keep me from killing you for calling me
Teddy Bear. I mean, aren’t all Teddy Bears portly and hairy?”
“Well, my teddy bears always made me feel good, and warm, like I
had love curled up next to my belly.”
Rod sighed. “Oh my.”
Teddy blinked hard. “Okay, but you still have to tell me your real
name, or—else!”
Oh
man, I could drown in those wide eyes.
“Well, in that case, my name is
Streams. Crystal Streams, to be exact. My hippie mama was into Native culture
at the time I was born. Shit, it’s a good thing. The following year she might
have named me Frankincense or—Marjoram.”
All four men laughed, but Theodore cocked his head with a
quizzical expression. Hmm.
Snake held up a hand and walked over to the two guys who’d just
sat down at the bar, took their orders, filled them, and then slowly sidled
back to Teddy and company. Have to give
these guys time to size me up, because I think my future depends on it.

 

The Balls to the Wall Series

 

 

Volley Balls
Bk #1

 

Available at
      

 

Fire Balls 
Bk #2

 

Available to purchase
      
Beach Balls
Bk #3

 

Available to purchase
         

 

FAST Balls
Bk #5

 

Available for purchase at
         

 

Prefer paperback?
The first and second book are now available in paperback! 

 

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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Top 10 Movie Proposals! Plus One of Tara’s #Romance #Marriage

Hi — If you read my books, you know they tend to have VERY happy endings and these endings often include a wedding or at least a marriage proposal. In fact, one of my readers wrote me an  email at the end of a book awhile back asking, “Where’s my wedding?” LOL. I adore happy endings so it’s no wonder that i cherish films with wonderful marriage proposals. I found this video and it’s great! I agree with so many of these choices including numbers 2 and 1. See what you think. Do you agree? And after you watch, keep reading because i’ve included a snippet of a proposal scene from my new book, Fool of Main Beach. (But notice the spoiler alert!)

Isn’t that a great selection?

WARNING HUGE SPOILER! If you’d like to keep reading, below is an exclusive excerpt from Fool of Main Beach, but if you haven’t read the book and plan to, you might want to hold off reading this scene.If you read it, you can tell how much i love marriage proposals —

As Arwen read the list of nominees, a who’s who of international talent, Tom kissed the top of Merle’s head. “You’re the best, Merle. The very best.”

Merle’s heart exploded in a million pieces of joy. He had Tom. He had happiness. When Arwen said his name, it was almost an anticlimax.

People started patting him on the back, and Laila grabbed him in a hug.

Tom leaped up, grabbed Merle, and swung him to his feet. “You won, Merle. You won.”

Merle looked up into those blue, blue eyes. “You’re right. I did.” He kissed Tom and ran up the steps to the stage, his heart hammering. Award winners always said the acceptance went by so fast they hardly remembered it. Seize the moment.

He took the heavy gold statue from Arwen, then walked to the mic. “I can’t tell you what this means to me, but it pales next to the opportunity to work with talent like Laila and Aaron and the indescribably great Renee Montrose. There are so many people to thank, including my folks, who surprised me tonight by arriving from New York.” He took a deep breath. “But instead of thanking all those wonderful people, I’d like to answer a question asked by Andy Caliber as I walked in tonight. He said after a year like this, what am I going to do for an encore?” Merle’s eyes gazed at the first row. “What I’d like to do—is get married.” The whole place went nuts, and Merle help up a hand. “The night before I agreed to make Truth Bites, I met the most wonderful, honest, loving man in the world, He saved my life on the beach—and he’s been saving it ever since. Tom, will you marry me?”

As people whistled, stomped, and yelled, Merle knew the cameras were all focused on Tom’s sweet face, and the whole world got to see the tears running down his cheeks as he nodded yes.

_________________-

I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for coming by!

Will You Vote? Book of the Week — Fool of Main Beach #LoveBytes #5Hearts

Hi — I’m happy to say that Fool of Main Beach received a 5 Heart review on Love Bytes Reviews and so is nominated for Book of the Week. A bunch of great books are nominated. Would you Vote? HERE?

In here review, Christie said, “To be completely honest, I had a hard time writing this review. Not because I disliked the book (because, I loved it to pieces). It’s the fact that the first few drafts made me seem like a complete fangirl instead of a professional. I even messaged Tara to let her know of my difficulties, while trying to write it. Actually, the message I sent to her said: “You’re definitely getting [a review] from me, as soon as I can string a coherent sentence together that consists of more than “ZOMG, TARA LAIN IS THE MOST AMAZING AUTHOR ON THIS PLANET AND YOU MUST BUY ALL HER BOOKS NOW!” Well, okay, I had to fangirl a little. If you’re a fan of her or her books, can you blame me? At any rate, Fool of Main Beach was an excellent addition to the Love in Laguna series, and I definitely recommend reading it as soon as you can.”

Needless to say, i was very honored to receive such an amazing review. If you get a chance to vote, I’d so appreciate your consideration. Vote HERE. 

Thank you for coming by! BTW, if you haven’t entered the Fool of Main Beach blog tour giveaway, you can do it HERE.

Lovely Stars for FOOL OF MAIN BEACH #5Stars #gayromance

Hi everyone —

Reviewers are being very enthusiastic about Fool of Main Beach! If you haven’t entered to WIN a $15 Amazon GC, Click HERE. You can also read excerpts from Fool of Main Beach.

Christie at Love Bytes says — 5 Hearts!

“Actually, the message I sent to her said: “You’re definitely getting [a review] from me, as soon as I can string a coherent sentence together that consists of more than “ZOMG, TARA LAIN IS THE MOST AMAZING AUTHOR ON THIS PLANET AND YOU MUST BUY ALL HER BOOKS NOW!” Well, okay, I had to fangirl a little. If you’re a fan of her or her books, can you blame me? At any rate, Fool of Main Beach was an excellent addition to the Love in Laguna series, and I definitely recommend reading it as soon as you can.”

Danielle at Watch and Word Society says — 5 stars!

“I love Lain’s Laguna series, and the book that kicked off the series is one of my all time favorites.  Her series made it to my top of 2016.  With this release, Lain rivals the magic of her first release in the series.”

Lena Gray at Rainbow Book Reviews says — 5 stars!

“Thanks again, Tara, for characters who break with traditional stereotypes, which makes them even more special.”

Brandee at Bookworm Brandee Book Reviews says — 5 Bookworms!

“In the end, this might have moved into the top spot as my favorite in this series so far!”

Amber at OptimuMM Book Reviews says — 4.5 stars!

“I can’t express how much I enjoy Tara Lain’s writing style and how lovable her characters are. I still haven’t read a book of hers yet that I haven’t loved.”

Morgan at Open Skye Book Reviews says — 5 stars!

“Ranks up with top for 2017!”

Buffy at Buffy Kennedy Book Reviews — 5 stars!

“Fool of Main Beach definitely lives up to the standard that’s been set by its predecessors in the series. It holds you captivated, and makes you fall in love and feel happy. ”

Angie at Wicked Reads says  — 5 Stars!

“Great story that made me shed a tear and melted my heart.”

Carrie from The Novel Approach says — 5 stars!

“I totally recommend this book and this series from Tara Lain. If you are looking for solid romance with a sprinkling of angst and a heartwarming HEA, then this book and this series are for you.”

I hope you’ll check out Fool of Main Beach and thank you for visiting.

Released! FOOL OF MAIN BEACH by Tara Lain. Enter to WIN! #sweetlove

Hi! Happy Eclipse!  LOL. I’m thrilled to welcome you to the blog tour for the release of Fool of Main Beach. This book turned out to be one of my favorites and i hope you love it too. Be sure to enter on the Rafflecopter and, if you have time, stop by the different sites on the blog tour and say hi!

Blog Tour StopsAugust 21, 2017 
Nessa’s Book Reviews

August 22, 2017 
Readaholics Anonymous

August 23, 2017 
My Fiction Nook

August 24, 2017
Love Bytes

August 25, 2017 
Buffy’s Ramblings
Stories That Make You Smile

August 28, 2017 
Bayou Book Junkie

August 29, 2017 
Book Lovers 4Ever

August 30, 2017 
Wicked Faerie’s Tales and Reviews
Dawn’s Reading Nook

August 31, 2017 
books are love

September 1, 2017
Contry Reads
Making it Happen

The unlikeliest of lovers. The sweetest of loves. 

Fool of Main Beach(Love of Laguna Series, Bk #5)by Tara Lain
Blurb:
Merle Justice wants to reach for the stars, but it’s tough to get respect when playing a teenybopper vampire on TV. Then he meets a famous director anxious to give him all he thinks he wants—and maybe a bit more. Everything’s looking up until a life-threatening encounter with some homophobes on Main Beach puts Merle face-to-face with a Sasquatch-sized hero in a pink puffer coat.Tom Henry defies description. As unsophisticated and simple as an angel, he walks through life content with who he is and asking for very little except to care for his sister, Lily, and the dogs he loves. Then he meets Merle, the embodiment of dreams he barely knows he has. Merle knows the people who hold his future in their hands might love Tom—but they’ll never understand Merle and Tom together. Tom knows it too. With lives this far apart, who’s really the fool of Main Beach?

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Tom sat on the side of the double bed that
Merle kept for company. “This is nice.”
“I’ll have a better place when my house is
done. The bathroom is across the hall. The towels are clean. I’ll see if I have
an extra toothbrush.”
Tom looked up with those big eyes. “Thank you
for saving me.”
“I’m just glad you called.”
“I didn’t know who else to call. I was
thinking maybe Billy if I couldn’t get you.” He looked at his hands folded in
his lap. “I figured you’d be with Renee.”
“No. We left right after you did, and I came
here.”
Tom glanced up quickly and then back down.
Merle swallowed a little too loudly. “I might
have some pajama bottoms that will fit you, but they’ll be way too short.”
“That’s okay. I’ll wear my undies.”
“So, uh, sleep well.” He turned and
practically raced to his own room before his nobility faded.
Tom stared at his hands some more. Merle sure did want to go back to sleep. I
must have bothered him.
But I’m still
happy he came to get me. I didn’t want to fuck Aaron or even suck his cock like
he said.
Tom stood and walked to the bathroom across
the hall. He glanced toward the other door just a little way away. That’s where Merle is. Light still
showed under the door. Not asleep yet.
No toothbrush. Merle forgot. But Tom found some toothpaste in a drawer and put
some on his finger and slid it around. After rinsing, he peed, washed his hands
and face, and went back into the bedroom, stripped to his boxer briefs, and
hung his jeans and shirt and jacket on hangers in the closet.
He pulled back the covers and found nice
white sheets, then crawled in and flipped off the light beside the bed. Wonder if Merle’s asleep? I hope the boys
are okay and don’t miss me too much.
He almost never left them overnight.
Mrs. A. wouldn’t like it if he did it very much. The boys wouldn’t like it
either.
He sighed and stretched his hands behind his
head. I shouldn’t have said I’d go
dancing with Aaron. Why did I do that?
He followed the patterns of headlights
streaking across the wall through a gap in the curtains. I like to dance. His lips compressed in a line. I wanted to dance, but not with Aaron. I
wanted to dance with Merle.
He smiled. I
got to and it was rad. Merle’s the best dancer ever.
Oh
boy
. He shook his head. I really like Merle. I never
should’ve said I’d go with Aaron when I wanted to go with Merle. That was dumb.
And not very nice.
He blew out his breath in a long stream and felt it
tickle his chest. But Merle didn’t ask
me.
Flipping to his side, he stroked the soft
sheets. But maybe Merle wants me to ask
him.
When I called him, he came right
away like—like nobody ever has. What would he do if I just told him?

 

Tom tiptoed up the stairs carrying the two big boxes. He’d
knocked, but no answer. Mist met him at the top step, giving him a little hop.
He nodded at her, patted her with one hand, then carried the pizza quietly to
the kitchen. Merle was sound asleep. Boy, he must be tired. Maybe I should put the pizza in plastic bags
and carry Merle to bed?
“Don’t even think about eating all that pizza by yourself.” Merle
laughed behind him, and it made his whole body feel warm to hear it.
He turned. “I think me and Mist can do it. She gets one and I get
the other.”
Merle stood, and he looked yummier than the pizza. “Can dogs eat
pizza?”
“Nope. It’s bad for them. But they do it anyway sometimes.”
Merle nodded. “I guess we’re all like that, aren’t we?”
“Eat pizza?”
He shook his head. “No. We like to do stuff that’s bad for us.”
Merle wiped a hand over his face.
The words made his ears feel tingly like they wouldn’t stop
repeating. Tom swallowed. Yeah, Merle
thinks I’m bad for him. People would make fun of him for having me around
. I bother him for sex when he should be
making friends with people like Renee. Important people.
He turned so Merle
couldn’t see his face.
I
forgot how much this hurts.
Tom grabbed the plates and set them in front of two stools by the
island. “This is a good place to eat, and it’s easy to clean up.”
Merle touched his back. It made him jump. “I really love the way
you worked out the feeding station for Mist. How did you ever think of it?”
He tried to smile. “That’s what I’d do if I lived here. I thought
Mist would like it.” He looked up. “I just made it for her. The boys ate on the
floor. They didn’t mind.”
“Where are the boys?” Merle opened the refrigerator. “Oh good. You
want beer?”
“Yes. In the sewing room.”
“What?” Merle looked up really fast.
“The boys are in the sewing room at Mrs. A.’s and yes, please, I’d
like a beer.”
Merle opened the bottles and put one in front of each place; then
he dished salad onto the plates. “How come you left the boys there? Will Lily
watch them for you?”
Tom got the forks. “No, I’ll take them out when I go home.”
“Oh.” Merle looked really surprised. “I thought you were staying
here.”
His heart leaped so high it tickled his throat. “Oh, I—”
Merle frowned. “Sorry. I don’t mean to take advantage of you. I’m
sure you want to be in your own place.”
Tom stared at the pizza. It didn’t look quite so good as it did
before. “I don’t have a place, Merle.”
“What do you mean? Aren’t you staying with Mrs. Allison anymore?”
“Lily lives in my room now. I just stay in the sewing room with
the boys.” He didn’t want to feel bad about that. He liked having Lily stay,
but he didn’t have anything that was his.
“You can stay here.”
He nodded and pushed the slice of pizza on his plate. “Yes. Thank
you. I’ll bring the boys back Monday night and look after Mist and watch the
place.”
“Oh.” Merle looked unhappy. He took a bite of his pizza and chewed
slowly. “I was thinking you might want to stay tonight.” He looked up. “You
know, go get the boys first.”
Something strange happened in Tom’s chest. Like growing and
shrinking at the same time. It hurt, almost. Words came out before he could
stop them. “That’s okay, Merle. Thank you. But you need to have fun in your
house. I better go be with Lily since I haven’t been with her too much and she
probably gets lonely too.” He stood before he could even stop himself. “If you
don’t mind, I’ll take some of this great pizza to Lily because she really loves
it. You know that.” He rushed over to the drawer where he’d put the plastic
bags, got one, and stuffed it full of pizza slices. Merle stared at him really
funny. “You have a good sleep, and I’ll come back Monday and stay for as long
as you need me to, okay? I’m really glad you like your house. That makes me
happier than anything.” He waved and hurried toward the steps. “Bye, Merle.”
Just like that, he was down the steps and out the door and into
his truck with the warm pizza kind of squished in his hand. The front door of
the house opened, so he backed out really fast and gunned it up the street
before he could see Merle and change his mind.
He made it all the way to the Pacific Coast Highway before the
first sob made him bite his lip. Why did
I do that? Why? I wanted to stay with Merle so bad.
He drove straight down the highway in the right lane so he didn’t
have to pass or go too fast ’cause he couldn’t see so good. He hooked his
shoulder to wipe the wet from his jaw where it was about to drip.
Why?

 

Because
it hurts so much worse when it’s over.

 

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About the Author

 

Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in gay romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 40. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, Best Romantic Suspense, and more. 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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Fast Balls
(Balls To the Walls Series, #5)

by Tara Lain

Blurb:

Can two men with skewed self-images see their true reflections in each other’s eyes?

Jerry Wallender—firefighter, surfer, and occasional nude model—knows he’s no rocket scientist. So why does he keep choosing intellectual guys who make him feel dumber? He worked his buns off to overcome his reading disability and pass the firefighter’s test, and he loves everything about the job. Well, except for Mick Cassidy, the big, blond, hunky homophobe who harasses Jerry for being gay. But Jerry is smart enough to realize it’s not hate driving Mick, but the pain of a very unhappy upbringing.


Mick Cassidy, Firefighter Assist and Search Team, fights fires, but he can’t fight his attraction to the kindest, most generous—and sexiest—guy he’s ever met. Does that make him gay? If it does, he just might get himself killed by his gay-hating preacher father—and take Jerry down with him.

 

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Mick wrenched the bag from
Straight’s hands. The guy tried to pull back, but he was so off base. No one,
certainly not this pipsqueak white trash, was keeping Mick Cassidy from trying
to save the kindest, best man he knew.
Mick threw an arm toward
Straight, and the guy fell backward on his ass. Get out of my way.
He crouched, focused, breathed
deeply, and hurled himself through the flames. It felt like a mountain of fire.
Please God, let there be another side.
And there was. The solid wall
of burning hell thinned, and Mick fell through.
Jerry.
Quiet, still, broken like a rag
doll. One of his long legs lay at an odd angle.
No.
No. No.
He scrambled to Jerry’s side,
pulled the respirator from the bag, and pressed it over his face.
“Breathe. Breathe, Jerry.”
A new hot spot flared up beside
him. Damn!
He looked over his shoulder,
back the way he’d come. Wall of flame. No exit. Embers rained and a chunk of
the ceiling fell a foot away. He leaned over Jerry’s still body to shield him
and felt the heat closing in. So this is
it.
He stared down at the closed
eyes of the man he had rushed to save. No question. No hesitation. Funny. It
felt like a choice. A choice that had been no choice.
He looked up. Was God up? Up in
that flaming ceiling? Up in the roof that now opened to the sky?
He took a deep breath and bowed
his head. Okay, God, I spent my whole
life hearing what you love and what you hate. According to my father, you hate
the man who’s lying here, and I should hate him too, and leave him here to die.
If he’s not already dead.
He looked up, and sparks lit up
a disintegrating beam. It would fall real soon.
The
thing is, God, if you hate this man and love my father, your priorities are
screwed up. And if that’s true, I guess I don’t care so much about dying
because I’ll be going to hell, and I know it will be full of people I like.
People like Jerry.
I
sure wish I could have saved him, though. The world is better with him in it.
He looked down at the man who
had said he cared about him. That and being a firefighter were about the only
things he could think of that amounted to much in his life, but they were a
lot. He lowered his head to Jerry’s chest.

 

 

“Sure. I can’t think of anyone
else I’d want to be with forever.”
“Why?”
Mick smiled and took hold of
Jerry’s hands. “That’s easy. You’re kind, and good, and funny. And so damned
smart I’d be learning new stuff from you forever. Hell sounded pretty good with
you in it.”
Jerry just shook his head back
and forth.
He sighed. “But I guess hell
would have been the easy way out.”
Jerry nodded. “It’s harder to
live than to die.”
Mick sat on the floor at
Jerry’s feet. “I was thinking I’d leave here. Go somewhere and start over.
Leave my father and that whole gang behind.”
Jerry’s voice was very soft.
“And me? Leave me behind?”
Mick looked up into those bluer
than blue eyes. “That’s the hard part. That’s why I’m still here. I don’t want
to leave you.”
“Why?”
“You’re sure full of whys.
Because you’re my friend. My best friend.”
Jerry ran a hand across Mick’s
cheek. It felt so nice. “I am your friend. Am I your lover?”
Mick’s breath caught. Weird. Half horror. Half delight. “I
don’t know.”
Jerry’s fingers roamed into his
hair, and he pressed his head against Jerry’s palm. “Wherever you go, you have
to decide. Are you gay, Mick?”
“You said I am. Jezebel says I
am.”
“We may think so, but you have
to decide for yourself.”
Mick frowned. “I thought it
wasn’t a choice.”
“It’s not, but there are plenty
of guys walking around pretending they’re not gay. A lot of them end up
freaking out their wives and kids when they get caught in some bathroom fucking
a twink.”
Mick stared at the floor.
“People hate you because you’re gay.”
“Yep.”
Mick took in a big breath.
Suddenly that moment in the fire washed over him. “But God doesn’t hate you.”
Jerry shrugged. “I guess that
depends on who you ask.”
 

 

 

 

 

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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”!
You can find Tara at Lain

 

               

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1 in 42 boys are diagnosed with autism

1 in 189 girls are diagnosed with autism.

Over 3.5 million individuals in the United States have autism.

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I also want to tell you about my newest rerelease which has a very prominent animal character. The book is Brush with Catastrophe and the character is Aloysius, the black cat who is also the world’s most powerful witch’s familiar.  If you’d like to read an excerpt click HERE. 

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