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! : )
Many, many MM authors including moi have been nominated in a big bunch of categories in the MM Romance Group on Goodreads Members Choice Awards. The chances are very good that some of your all-time favorite MM authors are on that list. If you would like to vote, here is the LINK.
I don’t even remember all the categories i’m nominated in. I think Best Series, Best Paranormal (Spell Cat), Best Sex Scene (Spell Cat), Best Couple (Fire Balls), and i think there are more. I’m honored and delighted to be included in such company!
To celebrate Spell Cat being nominated for Best Sex Scene, i thought i’d share a fun excerpt that is Rated R! Not every sex scene causes a lighning storm!
Excerpt R: Spell Cat by Tara Lain; MM Paranormal Erotic Romance
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.
Sweet Jesus. Felt so good. Blaine rode hard against Killian’s cock as flashes of heat seared through him. Had to get out of these clothes. Without taking his lips from Killian’s, he pulled off the man’s leather jacket and tossed it onto the overstuffed chair by the window. Damn. He needed both hands. He let go of Killian’s tight butt and grasped the edges of the thin wool sweater that clung to his slender body. Up and over. He pulled his mouth away, ripped the sweater over the long queue of hair, and tossed it after the jacket.
He stopped. What a picture. Holy fucking beautiful. He stepped back, still hanging on to both of Killian’s arms. Wow. He just wanted to look. The man’s skin was like so much warm, soft marble. Smooth. Not one hair marred the surface, just the perfect contrast of the flat pink disks of his nipples. So slender, but with just enough musculature. Like some Greek statue of Pan or Hermes. Killian’s hair had fallen loose, and part of the dark blond silk fell over one shoulder and onto his chest like a river of moonlight. No wonder this guy haunted Blaine’s dreams.
Since the first moment he’d seen Killian that day in the classroom, he’d been a raging mass of hormones. And when Killian had run away, Blaine had gone after him. Killian was all push/pull and a flaming mass of insecurities. And yet Blaine couldn’t let him go. But then, look at this breathing wet dream standing in front of him. “Sweet Jesus, I have to see the rest.”
Killian looked embarrassed. Cute. Let’s unwrap this package. Belt off. He threw the belt somewhere in the direction of the chair. Killian’s eyes cast down like a blushing virgin. Shit, it totally turned Blaine on. Slowly, very slowly, he slid down the zipper on Killian’s jeans. Wow, no underwear. Double wow. No hair. Just skin like warm marble. Killian made a soft whimpering sound. Yes, my baby, it’s coming. Blaine leaned forward. His tongue slipped out to caress one of those pebbled nipples. Hard and soft, like a tiny cock.
Did he say gods? Blaine sucked harder. Rumble, rumble. Thunder again. Still sucking, he began to pull Killian’s jeans down over narrow hips, stopping just short of the Promised Land.
“Oh.” Rumble. The thunder rolled closer.
Blaine pulled back from his minifeast and shoved the denim down. Slap!A beautiful, rock-hard cock sprang out of its confines and smacked Killian’s belly. Crash. Lightning lit the room. Who had predicted this storm? It was like the thunder was inside him.
Blaine leaned in and nibbled up the soft column of Killian’s neck under the shower of hair. He let his hand quest lower. Oh yeah, the object of his quest. Wet and hot. He wrapped a hand around that smooth rod and gave a long pump. Uncut. The satin foreskin slipped and slid over the hot iron beneath. A first for Blaine. Killian threw his head back and moaned. Sweet God, the man was half virgin, half whore. Perfect.
Flash. Rumble. Rumble. Jesus, the thunder vibrated straight through Blaine’s balls. His cock hurt. Hot, stretched to breaking, and still confined in his jeans. He tried to adjust his erection with one hand. That hand got a little slap.
“My pleasure.” It sounded like a whimper.
He felt Killian pull his zipper down over his swollen cock; then his silky hand wrapped around Blaine’s penis. He held tight for a second, the fingertips gently exploring. Each tiny movement created little shocks that zipped up into Blaine’s groin. Sweet torture. Blaine’s legs shook. Then Killian began to pump. Tight and hard. Up and down, his hand squeezing like a preview of what it would feel like to be inside his body. Oh God, Blaine loved it, but he couldn’t stay upright another second. “Gotta lie down.”
He pushed against Killian. The slim body fell backward onto the bed. The white sheets had looked satiny until they had to compete with Killian’s skin. It was like the perfect picture Blaine had dreamed about since he’d met Killian. Lean arms and legs spread wantonly on his bed.
He looked down at himself. How was it he still had clothes on? He needed to be naked. He ripped his sweater over his head and began pulling down his pants. He glanced up. Okay, they were staring. The cat perched on his pillows seemed totally fascinated. Killian had propped himself up on his elbows and was gazing with a small smile. Blaine smiled back. “What?”
“Nothing but admiration, I assure you.” Killian was staring at Blaine’s feet.
Blaine looked down. Okay, he had not planned ahead. His boxer briefs and jeans tangled around his ankles, but they weren’t going anywhere with the black sneakers in the way. He grinned. “I’m usually better organized.”
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