High Praise for HIGH BALLS by Tara Lain #TopPick #5Stars

Hi! I’m back from my vacation — which turned out to be a staycation since we weren’t able to take our trip due to changing schedules. I did get to go to the San Diego Zoo Safari Park on Monday, my actual birthday, and that’s one of my favorite things to do, so i had fun. My nicest gift was all the lovely praise for my new release, High Balls, that came in while i was gone. Thank you to all who have bought, read, reviewed, commented and messaged me about how much they like the book!

Yesterday, Night Owl Reviews named High Balls a Top Pick! ELF, the reviewer, said, ““High Balls” by Tara Lain reminds me of why I have long been a fan of this author. Her stories address painful and realistic subjects in a fashion that reminds us that there is light at the end of the tunnel, no matter how dark it seems. I always finish her books with a satisfied and uplifted attitude, and this story really was wonderful to read during the dark times we are living in, and my favorite, in a series that has featured some wonderful and unique men. I adore reminders that one needs to look beyond the surface before making an intelligent judgment, and Snake epitomizes that precept. Young Andy is beautifully presented and serves as a great reminder that children are definitely shaped (and sometimes scarred) by the adults who should be their role models. And who can resist Theodore, with his wonderful defense of romance novels and his unselfish devotion to his young son?”

A Kindle Fan called her 5 Star Review “My New Favorite” and said, “First of all I loved Teddy and Snake. The whole story is pure Tara. She makes situations so real. Emotions are so well portrayed you can feel them. As usual there is so much love in this story. The love between a father and child. The love of a new relationship. The love of a tight-knit group of friends become family. This is a true love story. Enjoy!”

Veronica at V’s Reads, says “For me, I loved the tenderness, and interactions between Theo, Andy and Snake. It’s a fun juxtaposition, this strapping biker-ish guy and the curious child, but they make great co-conspirators. Snake loves his “Teddy Bear” and he’s set to prove it any way he can. And, he’s not afraid to go to Theo’s friends and ask for their help, either. All the boys of the Ball to the Walls books assist Theo or Snake as they ensure Theo’s thesis gets fair treatment, and Andy’s paternity is affirmed. It’s a feel-good romance with a sweet HEA to enjoy.”

Lorraine L. says 5 Stars and “Tara Lain may have helped me in curing my phobia of snakes. I’ve finally one that’s doesn’t want to make me run away. This one however is not only pierced, has tats, big, oozes sex appeal and goes by the name of …..Snake Erasmo.
Now I don’t want to take the limelight away from the truly wonderful Theo, because he was special as well and of course the adorable Andy, but Snake was the naughty forbidden fruit for me.”

And these are just a few. Check out a bunch of great reviews on AMAZON. Or just click on the High Balls page. Thank you for stopping by and helping make this book a great success. And if you’re a Peter Pan fan, you might be surprised at how Peter and Wendy might look if Wendy happened to be Wendell and both guys were gay in my upcoming release Never, the next Pennymaker Tale, available November 3rd.

Top 10 Chick Flicks of All Time #romance #Movies

Hi —

We all love romance, so i was interested in what this list of the Top 10 Chick Flicks of All Time would include. I was happy to find some of my favorite films of all time on the list. I’ll confess, i might not have put them in this order, and i’d have left some out, but it’s not a bad list. See what you think —

Thank you for coming by! : )

New Gay Ads! Celebrate the Rainbow.

Hi everyone–
I’ve been offline for two days due to a broken router. I got a lot of writing done but i’ve gotten behind on my blogging. The vast importance of the IT guy in my life can’t be overestimated. My IT hero!

From time to time, i love to post some of the best gay ads. You know my day job is in ad/pr, so checking out these ads comes naturally. Here’s some new ones i haven’t posted before. Enjoy! And thank you for coming by.

This one will make you laugh! It did me. Very short.

I love the wonderful “every couple” quality of this next ad. Ikea does some of the very best gay advertising.

Thank you so much for coming by. Follow the blog or my newsletter if you’re so inclined. : )

Six Sentences of Cross Dressing! HEARTS AND FLOUR.

Happy SSS Everyone–

My excerpt today is from Hearts and Flour. This quirky MM contemporary comes out on Feb 1st.

Here’s the blurb if you’d like a nibble:

To Micah Truveen, raw, vegan food is his religion. So when his devoted customers show up with white flour cupcakes, Micah could kill. Then Micah comes home to find his boyfriend, Dharamaram, in bed with someone else. He throws the rat out and agrees to go to his friend’s orgiastic anti-Valentines party where he meets a gorgeous cross-dressing guy who gives him a night to remember.

Southerner Quentin Darby wishes he could stop wearing women’s clothes. He so wants to live up to his grandmother’s glowing opinion of him, he’s never even told her he’s gay. And now there’s Micah who makes him wish he could just be who he is. But Micah finds out that Quentin is the baker responsible for the plague of cupcakes afflicting the community! And Dharmaram adds a little blackmail to the mix. Can two hearts rise above the flour?
And here are my sentences:
Man, what a beauty. Delicate, sculptured features—wide eyes, soft lips, a pointed chin—all surrounded by the velvet blanket of smooth gold hair.

Micah stared and…stared. Beautiful face. Beautiful Adam’s apple.

“You’re a guy.”

And now go check on all the great authors participating in Six Sentence Sunday HERE.http://www.sixsunday.com/ 

Thank you so much for coming by!  : )

Release Day Blog Swap! Kay Berrisford Brings “Catching Kit” and TWO Books for You

Hi everyone–
RELEASE DAY at Loose Id for both me and my friend Kay Berrisford! Congratulations, Kay. Kay’s new novella, Catching Kit, sounds elvishly, kinkily marvelous and i’m going to let her tell you about it! But i have to brag about her contest! Kay will give one commenter who leaves their email a copy of BOTH Catching Kit and one of her bestselling Greenwood novels, Bound for the Forest or Bound to the Beast. How’s that for a great prize? (And as soon as you read Kay’s great post and excerpt and enter to win, hop over to Kay’s blog where she is featuring my new release, Genetic Celebrity — a MMF menage with FOOD!) Take it away, Kay!

Elves, Olympics, and the London Underground!


Last time Tara was on my blog, she wrote a great piece about how real life experiences and settings are great inspiration for her writing. I totally agree with her, although having set my first two novels, Bound for the Forest and Bound to the Beast, in various historical periods, a ton of old-fashioned book research was needed to get my settings right.  Not that I’m complaining. I love history. But after Bound to the Beast, I decided it was time to take the plunge into the present. The end result, my first contemporary m/m paranormal novella, Catching Kit, is published today.


Catching Kit is set in London – which is one hell of an exciting place to be right now.  This week, after a 70 day tour around the country (which a bunch of GLBQT writers have been following on a collective blog http://wecarrythetorch.wordpress.com/) the Olympic Torch arrives in the stadium in Stratford for the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games. The city has been abuzz with preparations (and grumblings about the disruption and cost – hey, we like grumbling !) for months.  It was fun to set my first contemporary story in a city with so much life and history, and though there’s no reference to the Olympics in Catching Kit, it does start with a chase.  We first meet our hero, government agent and elf hunter, Denny, on the London underground, where he’s had the misfortune to spot a target “Ethereal Being” he’s supposed to catch…and instantly fancy the pants off the guy.  But the elf, Kit, is as quick as he’s hot, and the race is on.


It was great fun setting Kit and Denny’s increasingly kinky adventures in and around the places I grew up, though maybe because London is steeped in so much history, I couldn’t quite keep the past out of the present.  While the novel is set solely in 2012, Kit claims he’s been hanging around since at least Shakespeare’s time, an era visitors can still vividly imagine when they visit the rebuilt Globe Theatre. Though it didn’t make it into the final draft of the story, I ended up doing a ton of research about what London was like during the Second World War Blitz, when the city landscape was dramatically altered forever, and the time when Kit was last in town – or so he says.


I’m going to be honest with you, though.  Love London as I do, I’m going to be avoiding the place with all the crowds over the next few weeks.  But I hope a few of you would like to drop by and share a little slice of life in London and the suburbs –  with a touch of the paranormal – in Catching Kit.


Thanks Tara for letting me blog here today.  It’s an honor to share a release day with one of my fave authors!  Tara is blogging today over at my place – http://kayberrisford.com/– where you can win Genetic Celebrity and other awesome prizes.  If you would like to win a copy of Catching Kit, plus your choice of either of the Greenwood novels, Bound for the Forest or Bound to the Beast, please leave a comment here!


Links:

Kay on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Kay-Berrisford/e/B006JLQ4L8/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

Kay on All Romance: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Kay+Berrisford

Kay on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kay.berrisford

Twitter: https://twitter.com/KayBerrisford

Livejournal (please do friend me!): http://kayberrisford.livejournal.com/


And here is a delightful excerpt from Kay’s new book–

Catching Kit, my first m/m contemporary BDSM paranormal, is available from Loose Id on 24th July, 2012. Novella, 36,000 words approx.


He was supposed to trap him—not fall in love.


When government agent and Ethereal Being hunter, Denny, has to imprison an elf in his garage overnight, his life spins out of control. Caught and cuffed on the London underground, Kit shatters everything Denny’s been taught about elves. How can Kit be a dangerous, mind-reading cipher who preys on human emotions? Kit’s gorgeous and funny, he’s got a cute arse. He even shares Denny’s quiet kinks for bondage and cross-dressing. Or so Kit claims.




When Kit wiles his way into Denny’s house for a session of mind-blowing sex, the elf seems too good to be true–till reality strikes. Denny’s fucked an elf. A prisoner in his charge. If he doesn’t take Kit to the containment depot he’s in big trouble, and Kit’s about to drop an equally devastating bombshell.  The elf’s been searching a thousand years for a bloke like Denny. He ‘gets’ Denny’s kinks, adores role play and women’s panties, and now he needs Denny’s love to survive.


I
s Kit preying on Denny’s emotions, or can Denny trust him? If so, dare Denny break the law and gamble his life to save the Ethereal Being in his bed?

Denny picked up his mug and took a sip of the remaining mulled wine. It seared like a flame on his tongue, spicy and faintly sweet. It was good. Damn good. He smoothed his lips together.
“Elves don’t even have names,” he said.
“Yes, we do. Although I suppose your sort would say I stole it.” Kit’s words grew garbled, as if he knew he played for time. “I…I borrowed it from a man I once met in a tavern, a very interesting man who used beautiful words and gave beautiful kisses, although he was a little…fierce sometimes. In, uh… I think the year was 1592.”
“Fifteen-fucking-ninety-two?” Taking another sip, Denny glanced at the clock. It read 10:55 p.m. When the time reached eleven o’clock, he’d get rid of the elf.
“Yes, that’s what they said. Well, not fifteen-fucking-ninety-two. The year of our Lord 1592 was a nobler choice of words. And the man from whom I borrowed my name—he was called Kit Marlowe.” The elf balanced a saucepan on the draining board and reached for a chipped Crystal Palace FC mug.
Kit Marlowe.
Wasn’t that Christopher Marlowe, some playwright, a bit like Shakespeare but less famous? And wasn’t he gay or something? And murdered? “Pull the other one. You can’t expect me to believe you were about in Shakespearean times.”
“Oh, I had a ball back in my theater days, in the reign of good Queen Bess.”
Theater? Kit hadn’t been leeching this crap off Denny. History wasn’t his subject, and neither was Shakespeare. The elf must have bugged some West End actor before he’d been caught.
Denny scowled into his mug. The EB mustered a bright smile, took off the yellow gloves, and turned to spoon the pasta bake onto two plates. It was now 10:57 p.m.
Nearly time to get Kit back to the garage, although Denny twitched with indecision.
And his stomach grumbled.
“You must be starving.” Kit placed one of the plates in front of Denny. Then he sat down opposite, pronged two tubes of pasta with his fork, and popped them into his mouth. He slowly licked white cheese sauce from his lips, and Denny fought a faint ache in his groin. “Yeah, elves do eat. At least we do when we need to. And this isn’t bad, is it? It’s better than gingerbread and those little sets of dried herbs. I ate those for a month. Oh, and boiled sweets.”
And Kit still had such shiny teeth? Okay, that had to be rubbish. Denny wouldn’t listen. But he was bloody hungry. They’d eat the pasta, and then he’d put Kit out.
He couldn’t help but hear what Kit said as they dined. The elf claimed he’d materialized just after Christmas in the bargain basement of a department store among all the leftover festive items, of which he’d grown fond.
“So lovely to see Christmas still going on,” said Kit. “That’s the thing with moving on all the time; sometimes customs just vanish. I miss St. Bartholomew’s Fair, you know.”

Kit had grown so attached to the bright Christmas decorations that he’d wasted no time removing Denny’s tree from its box under the stairs to remind him of his most recent home. He’d remained in the store several weeks, chatting to staff and customers and reading his way through any books and newspapers he found lying about. “Working out how the world works these days, what laptops are, and what all the new words mean.”

Then his body grew solid enough to set off the alarms at night, and he’d had to leave. He’d spent his days and nights after that busking on the Underground network, as the great outdoors freaked him a bit at first.
“After last time I was in London,” explained Kit, “with all the bombs.”
“Right, that’s it.” Denny pushed his half-eaten meal away and got up. Swallowing a mouthful quickly, Kit rose too, turning to drop his plate in the sink behind him. Denny hurried about the table, grabbed him by the elbow, and spun him around. “Why do you keep going on about bombs?”
Kit furrowed his brow, and that strange look glazed his eyes, whispering of memories. Shouting of pain. “I was here in 1941.”
Denny shook him. “You’re telling me you were in London in the Blitz as well as in Shakespearean times? You must think I’m loopy.”
Kit drilled his gaze into him and fluttered his long lashes. “No. I think you’re horribly messy. Apart from your underwear drawer. You keep that neat enough.”
Denny froze. “You’ve been poking around my things?”
“I loved your things. They were beautiful.”
A hot flush spread from the base of Denny’s neck to his brow. The elf had been messing with his most intimate possessions.
His women’s underwear. His sex toys.
Yet his humiliation burned out quickly. This elf had cut to the heart of his “disgusting habits” and didn’t seem bothered at all.
Kit arched a brow, overtly flirtatious. “I hope you don’t mind. I, uh, tried some on.”
“You what?”
“Your lace thong.” Kit dropped his voice to a sexy growl. “I’m wearing it now.”
Kit grabbed Denny’s wrist and pushed Denny’s hand down the back of those scruffy black trousers. Next thing Denny knew, he was grasping one of Kit’s buttocks. Smooth flesh yielded to muscles hard as nutshells beneath. Then Kit steered Denny so his fingertips slid up the elf’s crack. He felt the delicate thread of lace spreading Kit’s arse, slicing down that warm, vulnerable cleft between.
Denny had never sprung into full erection so quickly in his life. He yanked his hand away.
“You had no right to mess with my stuff.” Although that particular thong had always been a bit small for him and didn’t quite suit. It felt hot on Kit. It must look hot on Kit. “Y-you’re going straight back to the safe.” He grasped the elf’s shoulders as if they’d been fused together, acutely aware of Kit’s breathing, hot against his neck. Of the hard line of his hip brushing intimately close to Denny’s groin.
“What are you waiting for?” murmured Kit.
Denny had no idea. The tap dripped, water smacking against metal the only interruption to the buzzing of the light and the relentless pounding of Denny’s blood.
He felt as unsteady as he felt horny. The deeper he scrutinized Kit’s face, the more emotions he seemed to read there. Every trace of mirth on the elf’s lips died, replaced by a firmly set line, a smoldering sincerity. His eyes spoke of joy, hope, desperation.
And raw hunger.
Kit rose onto tiptoes, lifted his chin, and it seemed electricity arced between them. Delicately he brushed Denny’s mouth with his own. The elf tasted of wine, cheese sauce, and something heady and enticing that might have been the spices. Or might just have been Kit. Whatever it was, Denny needed more.
He grabbed Kit by the collar and kissed him hard.
*********
Does that sound fun or what?! Leave your comment with your email and i’d love it if you were to follow this blog. Then go over to Beautiful Boys Books and hop on the Genetic Celebrity Blog Tour! Thank you so much for coming by and celebrating our release day!

Sue Swift/Suz DeMello Walks Like a Man and Tempts Us in Tartan — With a Book for You!

Hi everyone– Today, i’m featuring two new releases by my friend Sue Swift also know as Suz  deMello — Walk Like a Man from Etopia Press and the sizzling Temptation in Tartan from Ellora’s Cave. Sue will be giving one lucky commenter a copy of any book from her backlist. Here’s a bit about Sue and a link where you can pick the book you want to win:


Best-selling, award-winning author Sue Swift, a.k.a Suz deMello, has written over fifteen novels, plus several short stories and non-fiction articles. She writes in numerous genres including romance, mystery, paranormal, historical, contemporary comedy and erotica. She’s a freelance editor who’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Ai Press, Liquid Silver Books and Etopia Press. She also takes on private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in PW, Kirkus and Booklist, attained the finals of the RITA and reached the top ten on a bestseller list.

A former trial attorney, she resides in northern California. Her passion is world travel, and she’s left the US over a dozen times, including stints working overseas for many months. Right now, she’s working on her next manuscript and planning her next trip.

Her blog is at http://www.fearlessfastpacedfiction.com. Find her reading picks @ReadThis4fun on Twitter, and befriend her on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/SueSwift).

Here is a blurb from Temptation in Tartan, a bestseller at ARe. Dare you to try to resist!  

She had to marry a monster…
Rumors had followed the chieftains of Clan Kilborn for centuries. Said to be descended from the Viking Berserkers, they were ferocious in battle, known for tearing off the heads of their enemies and drinking their blood.

But English noblewoman Lydia Swann Williston would marry Kieran, Laird Kilborn, to bring peace to the Kilborn lands after the horror of Culloden and the brutal pacification. A widow, she also brought needed wealth to Clan Kilborn. For her part, eighteen-year-old Lydiawanted children. With her husband killed at Culloden, she would make a new life in the Highlands.

The old chieftain of Clan Kilborn also died in battle, and she hoped that the new young Laird would lack his ancestors’ ferocity.

She was wrong.


And returning to the contemporary world, Sue brings us Walk Like a Man. Here is a blurb:

Macho quarterback Jim Wellman meets his match in bright and sassy physical therapist Marti Solis, who goads him out of his wheelchair, pushing him to walk again. Unlike every other woman Jim has wanted, she refuses to jump into the sack with the celebrity athlete. Though attracted to his bedroom smile and rugged good looks, she’s intimidated by his fame and turned off by his arrogance.


Can Jim become the lover Marti needs? Can he learn to walk like a man?


Set in California’s beautiful Napa Valley, this multicultural romance delivers humor and pathos, sparkling dialogue, layered characters, a heroine to root for and a hero who’s pure fantasy.

Remember,  leave a comment to win any book from Sue’s award-winning backlist. Thank you so much for coming to the blog. And i love blog followers!  : )

Drinking and Fun! GC and Book for YOU! Come Play.

Welcome to the Drinking and Winning Blog Hop! I’m Tara Lain. I write the Beautiful Boys of Romance– MM and menage romances with particularly wonderful heroes.

On the hop, we are all celebrating the blogiversary of Reading Romances and i am celebrating the release of my new paranormal contemporary romance, Spell Cat, and the soon to be released contemporary fantasy, Sinders and Ash, which comes out on April 1. Here on my blog you can WIN:

  • A $10 GC from Amazon 
  • And, if you go to Twitter and follow @readingromances, you can also win a copy of my bestselling contemporary MM romance, Volley Balls. (please say in your comment if you followed )
Here’s how you win: :  )
  • Leave a comment 
  • Include your email so i can find you if you win
  • Follow this blog
  • Option–if you feel like it, Like me on Facebook
  • Option– if you are a fan, become my fan on Goodreads

Okay, that is the winning part. Here is the drinking part. What drink goes with my books? Since i love really beautiful men, sometimes even androgynous, i think something with champagne. How about a Kir Royale. A little ruby red, a little sweet, a little girlie, but can seriously put you under the table–just like my heroes. It’s easy to make:

  • one part creme de cassis
  • 5 parts champagne
Pour the creme de cassis into a champagne glass and gently pour the chilled champagne on top of it. Sip while looking into the eyes of someone you find beautiful!
Down at the bottom of this post you will find a link to all the participants so you can go and enter everyone’s contests. This should be a winning long weekend! But first, here is an excerpt from Spell Cat, the number one bestselling paranormal romance on ARe right now. This is my hero, Killian Barth. 
Available from Loose Id   Amazon   ARe

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.”


Here is the link to Reading Romances and a list of all the other Hop Participants.  Get hopping! Have fun.  http://reading-romances.com/pre-party

The Spell Cat Cover is HERE! Amazing

It’s here, it’s here! The cover for Spell Cat was delivered to me today and i am moderately hysterical. Isn’t it beautiful? It is by Shobana Appavu, an artist new to Loose Id. I got her first LI cover and i am delighted. Spell Cat releases on March 20th and if you want to read an excerpt, just scroll down to the next blog post. Just look! I have fallen in love with my hero, Killian Barth, all over again.  Here’s the cover—

Aren’t you glad you came by? The Magic at Midnight Blog Tour will begin the 15th of March. You can see preliminary events on my website under Events. http://taralain.com Thank you for visiting.  :  )

Vote Puh-leeeez. And Spell Cat is COMING!

Hi everyone–

Today begins the voting for the Best of 2011 Awards from LRC and it will continue until the 24th.  I am sincerely honored to have been nominated for Best Author of 2011 and Best Series of 2011 (Genetic Attraction Series) in these Awards. Amazing! There are so many great authors in these nominations that it is very hard to choose. (I’m having trouble deciding to vote for myself!  LOL) But if you don’t have another horse in the race, i sure would love your votes. Here are the links to my two categories (of course there are many more you can vote for).

Best Author of 2011 http://dawnsreadingnook.blogspot.com/2012/01/best-author-of-2011-nominees.html
Best Series of 2011 http://dawnsreadingnook.blogspot.com/2012/01/best-series-of-2011-nominees-are.html To vote, you leave a comment saying who you vote for. LRC moderates all the comments and decides the winners.

I am up against hugely popular authors with big followings so my chances are very small but being nominated along with them is my honor and joy!

Here’s some more good news. My LGBT paranormal novel, Spell Cat, is now scheduled for release on May 20th. Here’s the premise:

Power is no substitute for love, even when you’re the most powerful male witch in ten generations. But what if you’re one true love depletes you and sends all witchery into decline? It takes a wise feline to show you that love is the greatest power of them all.


And the Tara Lain Beautiful Dream Team is off and running. Founding members are already helping promote books and are about to receive some books of their own. If you are interested in the Team, contact me at tara at taralain dot com.To learn more, check the website under Dream Team. 

No matter who you vote for, GO VOTE!!  :  )