Tara Lain’s Hearts and Flour Now in Audio! #enemiestolovers #sexyfoodie

Hi! I’m so excited that Hearts and Flour is now in Audiobook and getting great reviews. If you’re not familiar with this story, it’s a standalone romance between a guy who just caught his boyfriend cheating on him and is very disillusioned with love who falls for a beautiful cross-dresser. It’s a sexy little book and lots of fun that asks the question can a raw food fanatic find love with a cupcake baker? You can find it in Audio HERE.

Here’s an excerpt —

Micah stashed his bike in the shed behind the house. He couldn’t stop chuckling. Dharmaram would be so happy. Micah fingered the wrapped box in his pocket. The bracelet that rested inside was pure gold and engraved with abstract shapes the salesman had told Micah were dolphins. That sold him, of course. It cost a bundle, but he didn’t care. He loved it. The look on Dharmaram’s face when Micah gave it to him tomorrow would be worth twice the price. He knew it.

At least he was home early tonight, so maybe they could watch a little TV and snuggle. Tomorrow Micah would start prep on the meal in the early afternoon. He wanted to blow it out. Candles and flowers. Good china and silver. Well, he didn’t really have good stuff, but he’d bought a new deep pink tablecloth that would set off his plain white plates and make them special.

He fit his key in the lock and stepped into the kitchen. Funny, the lights were off. Dharmaram usually turned on every light in the house when he got home. Maybe he’d had an extra class to teach this afternoon and hadn’t thought to mention it.

“Merwaor.”

Micah paused and let Furtwangler step onto his shoulder from the top of the refrigerator. He scratched the cat’s chin. “Hi, guy. How you feeling?” Like the glacier for which he was named, at seventeen Furtwangler was slowly disappearing. One of the only good things to come out of Micah’s time with his mother, Furtwangler was still a great cat.

Micah turned on the light and slipped his shoes onto the shoe rack. He pulled the package from his pocket. “Where shall I put this so that our nosy roommate won’t find it, guy? What do you think?”

“Merwaor.”

Micah glanced up at the high glass-front cabinets in the kitchen. Good thought. Dharmaram hated to cook, so if he was left alone he’d never open a cabinet. Just graze in the refrigerator on whatever Micah had left for him.

Holding on to Furtwangler with one hand, Micah stood on tiptoe and opened the top door. He slid the present behind the teapot he used for herb infusions. He really wanted to give the bracelet to Dharmaram tonight, but he’d force himself to wait. It would be more special tomorrow.

He walked through the dark dining room into the living room. No lights. He turned on a low TV-viewing light. “Stay here, guy. We’ll watch some TV, okay?”

The cat slithered off his shoulder to the comfortable, cotton-velour-covered couch, and Micah headed down the hall to the bedroom.

“Umpf.” Micah stopped. “Ohhhhh.” Shit, was that Dharmaram? Had he hurt himself doing his damned backward-bending pose again? He took two more steps.

“Oh, oh, oh!”

What was wrong? Micah ran the last seven steps and threw open the bedroom door in time to see a large bare ass in the air and a very big dick shoving its way into the pink butthole of the guy Micah had just spent five hundred dollars on.

Big Backlist Weekend with Tigris Eden and Tara Lain #2giveaways #paranormalromance

 Hi Everyone

Welcome to Big Backlist Weekend! This is a special event I post every month or so where I ask a wonderful author to come and join me in giving away a copy of an ebook from their backlist.

My guest today is Tigris Eden! DIRE CRAVINGS is her upcoming release and the second book in The Arctic Wolves Series! If you love sexy werewolves, this is the series for you! You can learn more about DIRE CRAVINGS here.
I’m giving away an ebook copy of THE PACK OR THE PANTER, the book that brings together my big, handsome, shy, tongue-tied werewolf, Cole, with more than his match, the snarky, independent, solitude loving panther shifter, Paris.

Here’s your chance to win one or the other of our books. Just enter on the Rafflecopter below and watch for Big Backlist Weekend with special guests every month.

 

Arctic Bound
(Arctic Wolves Book 1)
By Tigris Eden

Blurb:
There are secrets in even the smallest of towns…

Nerina Simpson fled the streets of New York City, hoping to find solace outside the small town of Talkeetna, Alaska. Physically scarred from a fire that claimed both her parents, Nerina keeps to herself while she tries to put the darkness of her life behind her.
When a winter storm forces her into town, she collides with Victor Canidae. An arrogant man who makes it no secret that he and everyone else in the town want her to leave.

Headstrong, and refusing to back down, Nerina finds herself in trouble when her two, four legged companions get lost in a storm, landing her in the path of an angry bear hell bent on taking her life. Until a mysterious white wolf comes to her rescue. When she wakes up in a warm cave, the last person she expected to see is Victor.

Stuck in a cave until the storm passes the two decide there is only one way to pass the time, and quickly when you’re getting physical.

***Multicultural Paranormal Romance +18 Light BDSM***

Available for purchase at

Kindle | Amazon Paperback

Excerpt

 Chapter 1

Heat surrounded Nerina on all sides. Everywhere she turned there was smoke. It clouded her vision, suffocated her senses, and burned her lungs. The clothes on her body had long burned away. Chunks of her flesh hung off her arms and legs. Her body pulsed in agonizing pain. In the other room, she could hear her mother and father screaming as the fire blazed around her. Still, Nerina tried to look for a way out, for fresh air. She was determined to reach them. Fire crawled up the sides of the walls like waves rushing to the shoreline. She needed to find the door. Had to.

By the time she found it, the screams had ceased. She was too late; she knew they were gone, but called out to them anyway.

“Mom! Hold on! Dad! I’m coming! I’m coming!”

Reaching up, she grabbed for the knob, the skin from her hand sticking to the metal. Muscle and nerves she thought had long burned off, flared in excruciating pain. With a high-pitched scream, she peeled her hand from the hot metal.

Nerina woke tangled in her sheets. Her bed damp from her body’s perspiration. The nightmare never got better. It had been two years, and she could still smell the smoke, feel the heat of the fire on her skin. She’d lost her entire family that night. Her beautiful mother, Simone; and her father, Roman.

Her father had loved her and her mother. Nerina was the result of her mother’s forbidden relationship with Roman. Simone was an escort, and they were never meant to fall in love. After Nerina was born, they’d been targeted by Roman’s wife and his brother Oscar. It was the consequence of Roman choosing to care for them instead of leaving them destitute. She’d known it would come down to her father making a choice. She’d even understood he’d have to leave at some point. It was one of the reasons she’d taken on additional work with the Mistress when she became of age. Nerina never thought her uncle and her father’s wife would take measures to completely eradicate what they deemed a problem. You should have seen it coming. Her uncle was the main reason she had moved to Alaska. There was a price on her head. It also helped that her uncle loathed the cold climate and would never think to look for her in a place like Talkeetna, Alaska. Population two hundred and one, three if you included her dogs.

Nerina slowly rose from her bed. Demon and Daar lifted their heads to check on her as she limped towards her dresser. Darn leg still hadn’t gained its full mobility. Doctors said it might never.

“I’m all right, guys, heading to the outhouse.”

Both dogs stretched out, bellies flat on their beds as they watched her put on her boots and clothes. She’d only been in Alaska six months. She still wasn’t used to walking outside in the freezing cold to use the bathroom. But this was the only place no one would think to look for her. Talkeetna was about as unwelcoming as anyone could get. She only went to town for supplies, and in the six months she’d lived up on her hill, no one from the community except for Thorn, the town patriarch, and his grandson, Teak had ever come up to say hi or welcome her to town. Besides the Malamute and Alaskan husky, she was alone. Her cozy, one-bedroom, no-indoor-bathroom cabin overlooked the Alaskan range and faced Mt. McKinley. It was a great view, complete with a running creek and a wood-burning stove. Talk about roughing it. The landscape alone was enough to sell her on the place, though; and with it, came Demon and Daar. The previous owner, Mrs. Raines, had decided she’d had enough of long nights and cold winters. She’d packed her bags and moved to Florida.

Both dogs were loyal to the bone, and they welcomed her wholeheartedly. Daar was a massive, grey, white, and black husky with ice-blue eyes. Demon was huge, with black fur and silver eyes. He weighed over one hundred and forty pounds. He was the strangest dog she’d ever seen. In the dark, his eyes seemed to flash amber. Nerina attributed his strange eyes to a trick of the moon’s light. There was no way he was something other than a dog. Although, if she were truly honest with herself, he seemed more wolf-hybrid.

Walking out to the outhouse in the middle of the night had been scary the first couple of months she’d lived in Alaska. She’d moved to Talkeetna during the winter months when the nights were longer and the sun was scarce. The wind nipped at her face as she made her way to the shed. She didn’t need her flashlight. The lights from the Aurora Borealis danced high in the sky. Beautiful green and red outlined the black backdrop, lighting up the night. Nerina smiled as she opened the shed door. She was happy, truly happy with her slice of life.

The townspeople didn’t bother her up on her hill, and she was secluded enough no one could spy on her. And it was always a bit cold, even in the summer months—to a New Yorker, sixty degrees was considered hot—so it gave her a reason to keep her scars covered. No one knew about her past, and no one inquired about her future.

Finished with her business, she made her way back into the cabin where both dogs waited for their breakfast and daily walk. It was still dark and would be for most of the day. The sun only came out for a few hours this time of year. Her breakfast consisted of eggs, bacon, and grits. She served the dogs caribou meat and a can of tuna. The smell of breakfast always reminded her of her mom’s kitchen. A bittersweet memory that gave her comfort.

Snapping out of her haze, Nerina quickly finished her meal. Thorn would be expecting her in town for her monthly round-up of supplies. He preferred she come in early to avoid the townspeople. It wasn’t a matter of safety; it was just easier that way. If she avoided the good folks of Talkeetna, they avoided her; and in turn, Thorn wasn’t as grumpy. She threw on her skullcap and stepped into her snow pants and Keen Targhee waterproof hiking boots before zipping up her hooded parka. She looked like she was going on an Arctic expedition. She may as well have been. It was freezing cold outside. Slipping into her gloves, she whistled for the dogs and headed out into the frigid dark. Even though it was technically seven in the morning, the sun wouldn’t be up for a while.

Nerina knew taking the dogs out would be a strain on her. She couldn’t keep up with them because of her limp, and she wasn’t comfortable attaching the dogs to her sled. But she knew the exercise was good for her. They walked down by the creek behind her cabin, where colorful ice pillars could be seen off in the distance. By the time they made it back to the house, Nerina was exhausted and chilled from the cold air.

Readying the snowmobile for her trip into town, Nerina thought about her upcoming phone call. She only talked to Raven once a month. Each call was a reminder there was a price on her head. The dogs looked on as they stood by her front door.

“Don’t let me forget the wood, Demon, we’re low.”

She spoke to both dogs more and more. A sign she was going crazy, maybe? Most likely.

The people in town weren’t mean to her, but they weren’t particularly friendly either. Occasionally, she’d talk to Thorn’s daughter, Cassandra, who was the owner of the bed and breakfast she’d stayed at during her first visit to town. Nerina was treated fine as a tourist, but the moment she’d decided to stay, people became distant. A small part of her thought it was because she was bi-racial, but Thorn had assured her race had nothing to do with the negative treatment. He’d used the words ‘breed’ and ‘kind.’ If that wasn’t racist, she didn’t know what was.

Nerina was the owner of nine acres of beautiful Alaskan countryside, and Thorn had promised he’d help her add plumbing as well as a workout room. Huge spruce trees bordered her land. Beyond that was a national preserve that was owned by the town. She’d already received a warning to stay off their property. As if she wanted to explore their lands. There were bears in the woods, large wolves, and other carnivorous animals. She wasn’t stupid. The wind picked up as she headed into town. Harsh and cold, it bit into what little skin was exposed. Both dogs followed along effortlessly as they made their way down the hill.

“You know how important this meeting with Sasha and her parents is.” Victor stood from his chair across from his sister, Cassandra, and grunted. She was so dramatic.

“Everything will be fine, Cass.”

“The engagement is not official; you need to ensure everything is perfect. Uniting the Packs is top priority.”

He knew she was right, of course. Fewer males were taking mates. They’d offer up their seed to produce offspring, but that was all. Females were of the same mind. His sister had participated in the breeding program. She refused to take a mate. A hundred years ago, that would not have been tolerated. Now, everyone had choices. Who to bed, who to mate, and, of course, who they could reject.

His father and Sasha’s father, Eric, had arranged his union with the female from the time they could walk. Sasha was twenty-four moons his junior, and to him, she was also immature. The tales of her temper tantrums had reached even his ears. However, she was beautiful, and in perfect breeding condition. No one could argue that fact. Her pale skin and golden hair were more than to his liking. She had a slender frame, and her eyes were the color of wheatgrass. A peculiar color, but intriguing all the same. There were two things Victor was sure of: they would be mated, and she would obey him in all things.

Thorn and Eric had agreed on a spring mating ceremony. All the Packs from Canada and Alaska would be there to witness his union to Sasha. It was his duty to the Pack to ensure that their way of life continued. He would still have to take down his father and Eric in a brutal battle, but they’d agreed it wouldn’t be a death challenge. The wolf in him would try to conquer, showing any onlookers he was not one to be challenged. He had to prove he was able to lead with a strong hand. However, the human in him knew it was the best course of action to show mercy and restraint. Things were different now.

He’d still have bedding rights to all the unmated women in the territories. Sasha was afforded the same courtesy with all unmated males. A throwback from the earlier days, but a practice kept around due to the intense sexual needs of their kind. They could also enact bedding rights on the other if they decided. Which meant Sasha could intervene with him and another female if she so chose, and vice versa.

“I won’t let the family down, Cass.” Victor reiterated. His sister and his mother both wanted the mating between him and Sasha to go off without incident.

“Good to hear,” his father, Thorn, said as he walked in with Victor’s nephew, Teak.

“Hey there, Uncle Vic. What can I do you for?” His nephew held up his hand in a fist and gestured for them to bump knuckles.

“Cass, stop letting the boy watch MTV and those dumbass movies. It’s ruining his brain.”

Cassandra laughed and untied her apron as she made her way over to her son, hugging him fiercely. Teak was twelve moons from becoming a mature adult male. To humans, he looked sixteen. Really, he was twenty-nine.

“It’s not me, brother. He keeps sneaking up to the Simpson place to watch the woman. I told him it was rude, but the boy has a crush.”

The Simpson place? He’d only been gone for six months. Had a lone wolf moved in?

“You mean the Raines place? Did someone new move in?”

“Yeah, she moved in about six months ago while you were away on business.”

This was news to him. Mrs. Raines was the only human they’d allowed in town, so whoever this Simpson lady was, she must be a wolf.

“Demon and Daar?”

“They’re up there with her. Demon refused to leave her side when old Mrs. Raines sold the place to Nerina.”

Nerina? What kind of name was that? No one had even consulted him about possibly moving a stranger into their midst. He was, after all, going to be the new Alpha.

“Father?” Victor questioned.

Thorn grunted.

“It was my choice, son. She’s harmless enough, likes her privacy. And she’s human.”

Human? Seriously, like the town really had time to get acclimated to a new human. It had been bad enough with Mrs. Raines. And she was only accepted because she’d mated Picar, who was from their Pack. Something that wasn’t widely accepted, but exceptions were made all the time. This newcomer could be a problem, or worse, she could be a Hunter. They could appear to be human, and in some cases, were. It was the older Hunters that posed the most threat. There was a good reason the Packs had relocated to Alaska. Hunters didn’t like the cold. But he wasn’t ready to take any chances. Hunters were vampires. Their one true enemy.

“Teak, stay away from the outsider.”

His nephew arched a brow, smiling devilishly.

“Yeah, right, like I could ever ignore her. Nerina Simpson is hot. Like fire in my pants hot.”

Cass hit Teak over the head, making him duck. Victor grinned.

“I don’t care how hot she is, keep away from her. She could be a Hunter.”

Hunters were hell-bent on destroying all Werewolves. It was an ancient war that had killed more than a third of their population. It was also the reason they’d migrated to the New World and up North to harsher climates.

Pack Canidae were the true founders of Talkeetna. His father’s father had founded the town officially in 1919, but the Pack had settled in the area long before there were towns and railroads. His ancestors were originally from Mesopotamia, by way of Egypt. Captured as a boy and recruited into the Secret Order of Anubis, Enil had been forced to drink the god’s blood, changing him forever. There were Hunters then, and there were Hunters now, and Nerina Simpson could very well be one of them.

“Give him a break. Nerina keeps to herself, and Demon hasn’t said anything ill of her.” Cass turned to her son and stood on her toes to kiss the towering male.

“Listen to your uncle, Teak. He’ll soon be Alpha.”

“Yes, Mother. Sorry, Uncle. I’ll keep my distance,” his nephew said, looking down at his feet.

Victor nodded and sat down at the counter, pouring himself a cup of hot chocolate.

 

About The Author

Tigris is a military brat who’s done her fair share of travelling, thanks to her Army father. She’s married to the infamous LL and has three boys. She currently resides in Houston and is actively seeking a book-buddy for the end of the world.

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The Pack or the Panther
(Tales of the Harker Pack Book 1)
By Tara Lain

Blurb: 
Cole Harker, son of an alpha werewolf, is bigger and more powerful than most wolves, tongue-tied in groups, and gay. For twenty-four years, he’s lived to please his family and pack—even letting them promise him in marriage to female werewolf Analiese to secure a pack alliance and help save them from a powerful gangster who wants their land. Then Cole meets Analiese’s half-brother, panther shifter Paris Marketo, and for the first time, Cole wants something for himself.

When Analiese runs off to marry a human, Cole finally has a chance with Paris, but the solitary cat rejects him, the pack, and everything it represents. Then Cole discovers the gangster wants Paris too and won’t rest until he has him. What started as a land dispute turns into World War Wolf! But the bigger fight is the battle between cats and dogs.

Available for purchase at

Kindle | Audible | Amazon Paperback | Dreamspinner Press | Nook | Kobo | iTunes

 

Excerpt

Cole Harker, son of an alpha werewolf, is bigger and more powerful than most wolves, tongue-tied in groups, and gay. For twenty-four years, he’s lived to please his family and pack—even letting them promise him in marriage to female werewolf Analiese to secure a pack alliance and help save them from a powerful gangster who wants their land. Then Cole meets Analiese’s half-brother, panther shifter Paris Marketo, and for the first time, Cole wants something for himself.

 When Analiese runs off to marry a human, Cole finally has a chance with Paris, but the solitary cat rejects him, the pack, and everything it represents. Then Cole discovers the gangster wants Paris too and won’t rest until he has him. What started as a land dispute turns into World War Wolf! But the bigger fight is the battle between cats and dogs.

Cole’s lips turned up just a smidge. “Uh, you look good. I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

“What the fuck?” He threw his hands in the air and collapsed in a wing-back chair. “You came to my show. Of course you expected to see me.”

“Uh, I mean I didn’t expect to see you off stage.”

Paris frowned. What kind of game was this? “What in the hell are you talking about? You came here to get me.”

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I didn’t come here for you at all. I remembered that you said Eliazer came here to see you, and it was the only place I knew to look for him. That’s why I came.”

“Not for me?” He wanted to scream and he wanted to cry. Which one would win?

“No. You said to leave you alone.”

“You son of a bitch!” Paris leaped out of the chair and hurled himself across the room at Cole with his fingers extended like claws. He hit the wolf like a missile and scratched at his face. “You bastard. You sucked me in and got me involved with your ridiculous pack crap.”

“Wait. Hold on.” Cole wrapped a huge arm around his middle, pulled Paris’s back against his chest, and held him with his feet off the floor. The big, dumb, bastard!

Paris kicked his feet, which was humiliating. “Let me go.”

“And let you scratch me? No way.”

Paris shook his head wildly. Frustration. “Why did you—? Why didn’t you—? Shit!”

“Uh-uh. You’re just a confused kitty.”

He had to stop this. Heat pushed behind his eyes. Damn. What was going on? The words flew out. “You didn’t come for me.”

For a second Cole said nothing. “You said you didn’t want me. Hell, you practically tore down your parents’ office door proving it.”

Paris frowned. “That’s right. I don’t.”

Cole loosened his grip just a little and let Paris’s feet hit the floor, though his strong arms still held Paris’s body tight. It felt way too good. “So why should I come looking for you?”

“Because you want me?”

“What gave you your first clue?” His voice held laughter.

“The nine-inch steel rod sticking in my butt?”

A big hand slid down the front of Paris’s robe. “Oh, like the tentpole I see you’re sporting?”

Cole’s fingers brushed the silk robe aside and closed around Paris’s erection. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

“I don’t.” But his hips were thrusting his cock into Cole’s hand. Liar hips.

Cole pressed tight against Paris’s butt. That big cock nestled between his ass cheeks. More!

Oh hell. He was burning up! He turned in Cole’s loosened embrace and grabbed his face, pushing his mouth hard against those carved lips. He reached down, managed to pull Cole’s zipper past that hard-on from heaven, and stood on tiptoe so he could rub their dicks together.

Cole pulled back, gasping. “I don’t have long. Lindsey is outside waiting for me.”

A low growl trembled past Paris’s lips. Shit, where did that come from?

Cole’s eyes widened. “Linds? He’s just my friend. But Eliazer is out there. I don’t want to put Lindsey in danger.”

Paris heard his own breath, hot and hard. “Fuck me quick. I can’t stand it if you don’t.”

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Cover Reveal & Pre-Order: Hearts and Flour!! #Valentinesromance #cupcakes

Hearts and Flour
by Tara Lain

Hi! Here’s a nibble (pardon the pun) from the rerelease of Hearts and Flour, my Valentine of a romance. You can preorder now. Hope you love the new cover my the amazing Reese Dante.

Blurb:

Can a raw-food enthusiast find love with a guy who bakes cupcakes?

When Micah Truveen’s devoted health-food customers start showing up with white flour, Micah wants to chew nails! To make his misery worse, he finds his yoga teacher boyfriend in bed with another guy the day before Valentine’s Day. Micah decides to drown his misery at a friend’s anti-Valentine’s Day orgiastic hookup party—and meets the beautiful Queen, a gorgeous cross-dresser who’s got Southern sugah in his mouth and the right equipment under the dress. But when the hookup turns serious, Micah has to compromise to protect Queen’s secrets from his beloved grandmother. With everything against them, can two hearts rise above the flour?

Release Date:

February 14, 2018

Available for pre-order at
Dreamspinner Press

 

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 Inter-Cultural Movie Romances. #BleuBalls #TaraLain

Hi!. Bleu Balls is coming! It releases Jan 9th. While Intercultural romance is only a minor theme in the book, in fact one of my couples is inter-racial. I’ve written a number of intercultural romances in Canning the Center, Tackling the Tight End, Knave of Broken Hearts, and others. I thought you might enjoy this list of the top intercultural romance movies. Some of them are among my favorites.

Do you like this list? I hope you’ll love Bleu Balls. If you’d like to read an excerpt, click HERE. And a lot of the Balls books are on sale right now, so be sure to check out Volley Balls, Fire Balls, Beach Balls, and FAST Balls at your favorite retailer.  : )

99 Cent Balls Books from Tara Lain! #SpecialSale

Hi — Guess what? Right now, three Balls books are available on Amazon for 99 cents! Volley Balls, Fire Balls and FAST Balls are all available and here’s a secret — the FAST Balls price is a mistake. At other sites, it’s $2.99. So grab it quick while it’s only 99 cents. Beach Balls is $1.99.

High Balls, which is a brand new book this year in the Balls series, is only $4.61. And of course, Snow Balls, the winter tale, just re-released in December. These special prices are building up to the release of Bleu Balls on January 9th.

I hope you’re having a wonderful holiday! Happy reading. : )

Happy Holidays #Sale 30% Off Whole Store! Bleu Balls is Yours! #DreamspinnerPress

Hi — In case you haven’t noticed, there’s an amazing sale at Dreamspinner Press through December 27th. There is 30% OFF everything in the store. That means you can get Snow Balls for $3.49 and preorder the brand new Bleu Balls for $4.69. This is a great price that probably won’t get better so this is a great time to grab them. Maybe you’re missing Never, the latest story i n the popular Pennymaker Tales? Only $4.69! You can check out all my Dreamspinner books HERE. This is a great way to get all your fave Dreamspinner books at a great price. Happppppist Holidays. : )

How About Some DRIVEN SNOW — in French? #Blanccommeneige #TaraLain

Hi — I’m so delighted to tell you that my second Pennymaker Tale, Driven Snow, my homage to Snow White in contemporary gay romance, has been released in French Translation. Blanc Comme Neige just released today in France and last i checked was #3 in fantasy romance in the French Kindle store. You can see it HERE.

This was a fun book to write. Do you realize just how violent Snow White is?! I researched poisons that are undetectable, how to get out of a car underwater, how to fight off a knife attack, and how to bring on anaphylactic shock all for this book. LOL.This is a new adult romance with heroes in college. The chess nerd meets the football quarterback.

If you read in French, check out Blanc Comme Neige. If now, you’ll find Driven Snow HERE.

Holiday Reads from Tara Lain! #holidays #cowboys #SnowBalls

Tis the season for holiday reads!  

Did you know that Be Bad, For Goodness Sake and Misletowed are both 99 Cents! If you’re a member of the KU program, Misletowed is included!

Be Bad, For Goodness Sake is a M/F and Misletowed is MM, MF, MMF!

Do you like cowboys? Cowboys Don’t Come Out is also considered a holiday read!

My latest release Snow Balls arrived just in time for this year’s holiday season!

 

Do you like reading holiday stories? What are some of your favorites?

 

 

 

Cover Reveal! Bleu Balls by Tara Lain. #BallstotheWall #identicaltwins

Bleu Balls
(Balls to the Wall Series #7)
By Tara Lain

Identical twins. Two unique love stories.

Hey, welcome! I’m very excited to share the fun and fabulous new cover of Bleu Balls, the first full length novel in the Balls to the Wall series. This is the story of the McMillan twins, Robin and Bobby, called Double Trouble, and how each finds his own HEA.  You can pre-order the book right now at Dreamspinner and you don’t have to have read any of the other books to enjoy this one.
Blurb:

Double trouble. The McMillan twins, Robin and Bobby, are renowned for their talents—both as fine artists and for thrilling the various men who catch their eyes. As different in style and personality as their DNA is identical, they’re nonetheless best friends who divide and conquer, with Robin doing the serious painting and Bobby adding the sunny salesmanship.

But when their most important client decides Bobby must wield the paintbrush, the brothers revert to childhood tactics and switch places. Then along comes Micah, a handsome doctor who’s attracted to Bobby but invites Robin out to try to please his homophobic brother, and Paolo, the pain-in-the-butt client who thinks he’s wooing Bobby when he’s actually after Robin. Paolo harbors his own hidden pain that weirdly intersects with Robin’s, but pride and privacy conspire to produce what will either be a masterpiece—or end up as Dogs Playing Poker.

 
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Release Date

January 9, 2018

Excerpts

 

Anson said, “This is Paolo Lind. His architectural firm
designed this building and is its largest tenant.”
Robin stared right at the man. “Cool.”
Lind nodded but said nothing. He glanced up, met Robin’s
gaze for an electric instant, and then shifted away. Ridiculous that a man so
gorgeous should be such an asshole.
Anson said, “So, Ms. Etheridge, show us what you
brought.”
Valerie stood her tablet on the table and began scrolling
through photos of their projects. “As you’ll see, the McMillan brothers have
the scope and grandeur to handle a project of this size but still maintain a
contemporary, even leading-edge look. No kitsch that murals tend to fall into
because the artist doesn’t know what to do in that large a work.”
She was doing a good job. Robin tried to listen, but his gaze
kept drifting to the architectural masterpiece across the table.
She pulled out a portfolio of drawings and sketches to
give them a sense of the immediacy of their work. “You can see the boldness of
line and form.”
The architect stared at Robin’s portfolio with a slight
crease between his dark, arched brows. Suddenly he looked up. “Excuse me, but
we’ve already seen their work for others. Do you have a design to show us or
not?”
Valerie paused for a fraction of a second too long, but then
she dove in. “Mr. Lind, to do a design for a project of this size would require
many, many hours of time—all on speculation. My clients are sought-after
artists.”
Lind pushed the portfolio across the wide, slick table.
“So are all the people we’re considering for this project. Obviously, your
clients must not value the commission.”
Well, shit.
Robin grabbed the portfolio. At the back were some sketches, and he ripped one
from the plastic sleeve that held it. He turned it over and pulled three
markers from his pocket—he didn’t leave home without them. Bold lines flowed
across the paper as he drew. He glanced up at Lind, who stared at Robin’s
moving hand. “So tell me. Do you design a lot of buildings on spec, darling?”
Lind scowled at him. Robin looked back at the drawing and took his thumb, wet
it, and smudged some of the lines. “Yeah, no, right? Because all you have to
sell is your design talent. Just like me. This building we’re sitting in is a
really good design. Not the best I’ve ever seen, but really good for Orange
County. You need a mural that reflects that design, and you’re a good enough
architect to know with one glance that I’m that guy.”
He kept drawing, slashing lines and swirling in flashes
of golden yellow, but the main theme was blue, baby. With a sneer, he slid the
abstract, wild, free creation across the table and stood up. “You can keep
this, because no matter who else you hire, they can’t begin to do what my
brother and I can do. But you’ll fuck up your building because, for whatever
reason, after an acquaintance of thirty seconds, you don’t like me. Maybe you
don’t like gay guys in eyeliner. Maybe you’re just an asshole. Hell, you want
reasons to dislike me? You should get to know me. I can give you a boatload of reasons,
but not liking my earrings is a pretty dumbass basis on which to choose an
artist, and you, of all people, should know that.” He leaned over, signed the
drawing with a flourish, flicked his fingers, and made the paper jump. “Good
luck with your building.”

 

He crossed the conference room and walked out just as the
sportswear chick yelled, “You tell ’em, cutie.”

 

 

“Poor dear. You
do look like you feel awful. Dr. Brown will be right in.” Her head popped out
and the door closed.
Good old Dr.
Brown had been his and Robin’s doctor for two years. The guy was probably in
his seventies, but they both liked that nothing really fazed him. Bobby had
even come in when his butthole got irritated after one particularly wild
weekend, and Dr. B. had just given him some liquid lavender to drop into a
carrier oil. He’d been better in a couple of days and back up to his old
tricks. In fact, they both used the lavender mixture now before they had sex. Sex. Jeez, even that didn’t sound good
to him, and that never happened.
He flopped over
on his side with his legs still hanging off the table and closed his eyes. Death
warmed over. Drifting felt good. He needed to get better and call Valerie. Had
to know if they got the commission. But not right now.
He sighed.
“Did you die
while waiting for me?”
The voice didn’t
sound like Dr. B.’s up-from-the-projects drawl at all. Slowly Bobby opened his
eyes and caught a glimpse of the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He sat up
fast, got light-headed, and fell back onto the table, closing his eyes against
the suddenly blinding light.
“Oh dear.” Two
strong hands gripped his feet and slid them up where a table extension
magically appeared.
“Sorry. Sat up
too fast.” Bobby flopped an arm over his eyes.
“Just lie still.”
Deep, warm, and distinctly cultured, like ivy grew all over his voice.
Bobby breathed,
then slowly lifted his arm and opened his eyes. “Uh, you’re not Dr. Brown.”
“Ah, but I am.”
The man—who couldn’t be more than twentysomething and clearly modeled for Jay-Z
in his spare time—grinned, and craterous dimples appeared in what were
otherwise lean cheeks. “I’m simply not the Dr. Brown you were expecting.”
Bobby let out a
long sigh and sat up. “You sure aren’t.” His gaze clung to that startling face,
all shiny skin, short-clipped black hair, and most startling of all, light
hazel eyes.
“I’m Micah Brown.
The Dr. Brown you were expecting is my father, and he’s cutting back his
practice time and letting me take over some of his workload. Hope you don’t
mind.” He pulled the afghan down and placed his stethoscope against Bobby’s
back. “Breathe.”
Bobby inhaled,
coughed, then tried to smile, though every move hurt his head. “Sorry. Just
assure me you actually have a license and don’t just play a doctor on TV.”
Brown laughed, a
deep rumbly sound Bobby wanted to hear through that stethoscope. “Breathe.”
Bobby inhaled and
exhaled, trying desperately not to cough.
“Yep, I’ve got a
degree or two and even belong to the AMA.” He hooked the device around his neck
and started feeling Bobby’s upper chest with cool, gentle fingers.
Oh my. Earlier, sex hadn’t even interested
Bobby. Now? Well, he might make an exception in the case of Dr. Micah Brown.
Dear God, the doc was so close, Bobby could lick him. Of course, that might not
be covered by his PPO.

 

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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”!

 

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