Special Guest: Damon Suede with Lickety Split

Hi. This is Tara. Thank you for stopping by the blog. I’m on vacation right now — the first longer-than-a-weekend vacay I’ve taken in years that didn’t include writing workshops. While I’m gone, I invited a bunch of my friends — some of your fave authors — to stop by and share their news and new releases. I know you’ll love it. Enjoy. Talk soon. : )

Please welcome author Damon Suede

 

 

Lickety Split
By Damon Suede

Blurb:
Lickety Split: Love won’t wait.

Patch Hastle grew up in a hurry, ditching East Texas for NYC to make his name as a DJ and model without ever looking back. When his parents die unexpectedly, he heads home to unload the family farm ASAP and skedaddle. Except the will left Patch’s worst enemy in charge: his father’s handsome best friend who made his high school years hell.

Tucker Biggs is going nowhere. Twenty years past his rodeo days, he’s put down roots as the caretaker of the Hastle farm. He knows his buddy’s smartass son still hates his guts, but when Patch shows up growed-up, looking like sin in tight denim, Tucker turns his homecoming into a lesson about old dogs and new kinks.

Patch and Tucker fool around, but they can’t fool themselves. Once the farm’s sold, they mean to call it quits and head off to separate sunsets. With the clock ticking, the city slicker and his down-home hick get roped into each other’s life. If they’re gonna last longer than spit on a griddle, they better figure out what matters—fast.

Available for purchase at
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Excerpt

 In this excerpt from Chapter Four, the day after their first awkward, intense sexual encounter, Patch takes a dip in the pond not expecting Tucker to show up.

 On the big rock near the pond’s center, Patch stood again and scraped the water from his wavy hair. He had a memory of his pa balancing him on a horse as a boy. Steady now. The sun felt like heaven through his closed eyes. He turned and dove back in.Even at its deepest, the water only came up to his chest and the carp in the weeds weren’t something he’d ever eat. The bottom was broken rock at one end and cool mud at the other.

Patch had learned to jerk off against those flat rocks, snuck beers, and smoked the only two cigarettes of his life too. Sophomore year, he’d fooled around on the rockier shore with teammates because it was private and navigable in the dark. Against that tree, he’d kissed his first girl (meh) and blown his first boy (yeah!).

“Afternoon.”

Patch stiffened and straightened, twisted to face the gravelly drawl with a cold twist in his gut.

Tucker stood on the opposite shore in Carhartt overalls and that straw work hat. His muscular arms looked tan and greasy against his white undershirt. “I guess we had the same idea.” He glanced at the sky, the water. “It’s hot as a whorehouse on nickel night.” He shifted his weight but came no closer.

A flicker of Tucker naked in the armchair, glittering eyes gazing down at him, the taste of his semen pinning them both in place… Patch blinked it away, hyperconscious of his wet, bare skin and the distance between them. He went no closer to the pebbly shore.

They eyed each other. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three—

“So…. Uhh.” Tucker took his hat off with one hand and wiped his brow and mouth with the other. “We talking?”

Patch frowned, trapped by his nudity and the water.

“I mean, do we talk about what we done?” Tucker crouched at the water’s edge, his boots sinking into the smooth mud. No one had a right to look that good. “Last night. Or are you fixin’ to run off again?” He said run like a cuss word, painting Patch a coward for having some sense.

Patch started to snap back at him out of habit, but then he thought better of it. “Naw.”

“How you today?” Tucker seemed to be actually asking a legitimate question. “Better?”

He shrugged. “I guess. Sure.” Exposed and motionless, he let Tucker’s gaze rest on him across the water. Whatever had passed between them last night had not vanished in sunlight.

Tucker looked relaxed, and cautious.

Patch swallowed, his shaft fattening underwater. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

He crossed his arms. “Which part?” Tucker squinted. “Come to visit? Squirted the side of my trailer? Eaten my load?”

“None. All.” Knowing it was a mistake, certain he would regret it, he pushed through the cool water toward the one person he had no business wanting. He moved as he would’ve for a racy photo shoot, fucking the imaginary lens with his presence, demanding a reaction.

Tucker watched him warily from under the trees still, overalls hanging from one strap. “I guess we are.” A crooked smile bent the edge of his mouth. “Talking.”

The closer Patch got to the shore the more of his torso was revealed: nipples, navel, and gradually the darkened trail down to his pubes. His dick thickened and shifted in the water, swirling around his waist as he advanced. Now his body was clean but his thoughts were everything else.

Tucker stared as if hypnotized. He wiped his lower face, lip to chin, and swallowed. He was sweating now. Was that a boner in his overalls?

Patch strode in slow motion, stirring the calm pond water as if sleepwalking. He shouldn’t want this so much but couldn’t make himself care. Conscious of the picture he made, he crooked a sinful grin just for effect.

Eyes wider, Tucker stood and took a step back. “Well, okay, now. Okay.”

“You afraid of me now?” Patch paused one step before his erection broke the surface. Tucker stood as if rooted to the shore. “Or you gonna come for a swim?”

“I’m good.” Tucker swallowed and his tongue slipped out to taste his lips. He couldn’t seem to look at Patch’s face. “Fine. Y’know.” His hands squeezed and released beside his pockets.

So Patch took the step that brought his knob out of the water and his boner dripped between them. Way too much fun watching the big cowboy squirm. He’d come out here looking for trouble; Patch was happy to give it to him.

On the shady shore, Tucker rocked back on his heels and shifted his straw hat to cover the lump under his coveralls.

Patch couldn’t look anywhere else. Another step. The cool mud sucked at his toes in the water dripped from his skin with each step he shouldn’t take.

How had he gotten here? Naked on the family farm, thigh-deep in stagnant water, walking toward a bear trap. New York City and all its fancy bullshit seemed like the other side of the world. Hot wind pushed through the trees overhead; the kudzu hissed and the live oaks whispered above them.

Tucker stood waiting and wary now, a sexy, lazy no-account who’d only ever wanted to scare him straight. They both knew better, but now they stood a yard apart with disaster churning between them.

 

About The Author

 

Damon Suede grew up out-n-proud deep in the anus of right-wing America, and escaped as soon as it was legal. Though new to romance fiction, Damon has been writing for print, stage, and screen for two decades. He’s won some awards, but counts his blessings more often: his amazing friends, his demented family, his beautiful husband, his loyal fans, and his silly, stern, seductive Muse who keeps whispering in his ear, year after year.

Get in touch with him at
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A Brand New Tara Lain Book is Coming — That’s FREE!

Hi everyone–

Are you a member of the MM Romance Group on Goodreads? If not, this is the time to join. Every year, they sponsor an event called Don’t Read in the Closet where readers post photos with suggested prompts for stories. Writers claim those prompts and create stories about them — anything from a short,short story to a full-length novel. These stories are first posted on the Group Site and then compiled into a series of anthologies which they make available at places like ARe for free. This year’s anthology will be called Love Has No Boundaries
For the first time this year, i’m participating in the event Last year, i was too deep in editing a book on deadline and the year before i was too new. My story is actually a short novella. I can’t tell you the title because that’s a surprise that the MM Group will be sharing. But i will tell you the prompt in my own words —
An 31 year old man who has never topped sees a young guy in a coffee shop wearing a T-shirt that says “I Would Bottom You So Hard.” The young man and the idea of the T-shirt haunt him.

The novella will likely be coming out from the MM Goodreads Group in June (possibly sooner) for free.And it will be one of about 185 free stories from a huge array of authors. Don’t miss it. Here’s a very short snippet from my new story …………………………………

He needed to change but what the hell could he do different? The answer was everything but he didn’t know how to choose, where to start.

 “Hi.”

 He froze. He’d know that voice anywhere. Craig opened his eyes and looked straight at a black T-shirt and the message that haunted him. I Would Bottom You So Hard. The words stretched across that lean, beautifully muscled chest under a wide set of shoulders. The sexy, wild blond hair almost touched them. “Hi.”
The kid crossed his arms. Oh don’t cover it up. “I’ve never seen you in here in the middle of the day.”
Dear God, he’d noticed too. “Uh, vacation.”

“What happened to your eye?”

“A silly accident.”

“Can I sit down?”

Hell yeah.“Sure.”

The kid dragged another armchair over across from Craig then plopped that cute butt in the tight black jeans into it. “So I see you in here in the mornings a lot.”

“Uh, you do?”

“Yeah.” He flipped his hair. “I’m Jessie Randall by the way.”

“Craig. Craig Elson.”

Jessie pulled a leg up onto the chair. “So how come you take your vacation in a coffee shop?” He grinned.

Craig cocked his head.

“Why aren’t you off surfing in Costa Rica or something?”

He sipped his coffee. “Oh. I have to be close by for my mom. She’s in a nursing home.”

Jessie nodded. “Oh sorry. You’re gay right?”

Craig sucked his breath. “Uh, yeah. That obvious?”

The guy tapped his nose.  “Gaydar.”

Might as well ask. “Is your shirt true?”

The kid laughed. “Oh, hell yeah!”

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Released! Be Bad, for Goodness Sake by Tara Lain. Holiday Heat Excerpt!

Hi everyone–
As i told you, i have written my first MF romance. It’s called Be Bad, for Goodness Sake and, as you can guess, it’s for the holidays. Here is the blurb and an excerpt. Enjoy!  : )

Excerpt: Be Bad, for Goodness Sake by Tara Lain; MF Holiday Romance

Available at Amazonand Smashwords

Christopher “Kit” Merchant is a flaming — metrosexual. Though he’s great at his job in product marketing for a high tech firm, he loves fashion, grooming, design and planning parties. Sadly, he also loves the CEO of his company, Elizabeth “Bett” Harding, who is ten years older, ten times richer, and has a successful CEO as a boyfriend. When Bett asks Kitt to plan the big company holiday party at her house, he’s thrilled. Maybe she’ll come to see him as eligible. But when Bett’s boyfriend finds them together in bathrobes sipping wine, Kit discovers Bett thinks he’s gay. On top of that, the boyfriend is trying to take over Bett’s position as CEO “for her own good”. Santa Claus is going to have to work hard to make Kit’s wishes come true. Will Kit and Bett ever get the chance to be bad, for goodness sake?

Oh God of lucky metrosexuals, Kit was about to go swimming with Bett Harding. Yes, she had a boyfriend. But she loved Kit’s furniture and she wanted him to pick out her clothes and, oh yeah, he got to eat dinner with her. He sighed. A lot of things were going right.

He hurried into the indoor swim area and found the dressing room. Stripped down to his black boxer briefs, he grabbed a couple of towels that he dropped on a chaise, took two big steps and dove into the pool. The water was Caribbean warm. He loved to swim. Swimming, tai chi, and karate were his favorite forms of exercise. He fell into a slow crawl that took him under the glass wall that separated the indoor from the outdoor areas of the pool. The cold air hit his back and he shivered, but just kept swimming. At the end, he did a racing turn and crawled his way back into the indoors. Arm raised, head to the side, breath, stroke, stroke, arm up, head to the side… Holy shit! He sucked water, coughed, and dunked himself, struggled to get upright, and finally sputtered his way into the air.

“Are you okay?” Bett bent over the side of the pool, still wearing the two pieces of devastating, ought-to-be-a-law-against-them strips of fabric covering only the essentials of a body so perfect, lean, and toned she would have done justice to the cover of Sports Illustrated. Clearly, she had no idea why he’d almost drowned looking at her. She seemed no more self-conscious in her two-piece than she was in her serviceable slacks and shirts.

“I’m fine. Sorry. You just startled me.”

“Good.” She did a crisp, shallow dive and came up a few feet past him. She fell into a slow crawl. He pushed off and swam up beside her. In a minute, their arm motions synchronized, their legs kicked in unison. It was like a time in tai chi class where all the people practicing had suddenly breathed as one and he’d known the meaning of harmony. Stroke, stroke, their ripples flowed together creating one wake between then, one movement, one heartbeat. No need to ever stop.

Minutes, hours. Maybe days. How long did they swim feeling so at peace? Finally she came to the end of the pool and stopped. He grasped the side.

She gave him a gentle smile, water dripping from her dark hair slicked back on her head. “Thank you. That was…nice.”

“You hungry? I put some water on to boil earlier and I can have the pasta made in a few minutes.”

She pressed her hands over her board flat stomach. “I just realized I’m starving. I don’t remember if I ate lunch.”

“We’ll take care of that.”

“Hang on. I’ll grab you a robe.” She jumped out. Okay, he was staring. That cute round butt filled out the suit bottom with a little extra to enjoy, flexing as she walked. She stepped inside the dressing room and emerged cuddled in a fluffy terrycloth robe and carrying another one. She set it on a chaise. “Here. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

He waited for her to leave the pool area before he jumped out. Seeing him in clinging cotton might not be the best under any circumstances, but with a full erection? No way.

He wrapped himself in the terrycloth, pulled off the soaked briefs and hung them over the back of a lounge chair. Time to eat.

A half hour later, Christmas carols played on the MP3, she’d served up salads and he put the finishing touches on a tomato and broccoli sauce for their pasta.

She pulled a couple of place mats from a drawer. “Let’s eat by the fire. That way I can lean against my new couch.”

By the fire? Wow. “Sure. Lead on.”

She set up the mats on the low, modern coffee table. By the time he had the plates in place, she brought a bottle of wine and two glasses. This was quite a celebration. She handed him the corkscrew and he opened the chilled white with a soft pop and poured two glasses. He scooched under the coffee table beside her.

She raised her wine glass. “To a wonderful holiday party. And my wonderful new furniture.”

They both drank and she dug into her pasta. She pressed a hand to her full mouth. “You are kidding me. This is like gourmet. It’s delicious.”

“Thank you.”

She swallowed. “What don’t you do well?”

He grinned. “I’d make a lousy linebacker.”

“I consider that a major failing.”

They settled down to serious eating. He’d missed lunch too, so he fed the fiery stomach.

When they slowed down to drink the wine, she leaned her head back on her new couch. Her soft hair was nearly dry and looked pretty against the deep plum color of the cushion.

“Tell me something.”

“Sure.”

“How could you possibly get me so completely when you barely know me?”

“Do I get you?”

She raised her head. “Yes. I mean the couch, the party plans, this food. It’s like you read my diary—if I kept one, that is.”

“I guess we’re just compatible. Plus, I’ve made a study of Bett Harding.” Damn, maybe he shouldn’t have said that.

She raised her eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“Not stalker or anything. I work for you in marketing. I have to understand how you like things, how you want things that represent you to look.”

She gave a small smile. “No one else seems to understand that.”

“For most people, their own ideas get between them and the person they want to please so they end up pleasing themselves.”

Her blue eyes seemed to darken. “Do you want to please me?”

He smiled. “Very much.”

“What the fuck is going on here?”

Kit’s head snapped up at the voice that thundered from behind them. Bett looked back too.

“Ollie. What are you doing here?”

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Sneak Peek: Genetic Celebrity. Passion and Whipped Cream

Hi everyone– I have great guests on this blog tomorrow through Wednesday, so here is a quick sneak peek of my upcoming new release, Genetic Celebrity. I’m deep in writing world right now finishing up the next Aloysius Tale which i hope to complete this weekend! Then, i’ll focus totally on Blog Tours and Prizes and fun stuff. Here’s your official nibble. Please note, this excerpt is ADULT!

Excerpt ADULT: Genetic Celebrity by Tara Lain; MMF Menage with Food!

Available July 24th at Loose Id  Amazon

Tommy Riley loves cooking and the simple life. But his passion for Angie “Booky” Edelson is anything but simple. Beautiful, ambitious, hard-driving and 10 years older than Tommy, Booky represents all the things Tommy has tried to leave behind. Besides, she only seems to love him for his food! Then Tommy’s boss brings home Shay Shaleen, a pierced, tattooed, androgynous street kid for Booky to turn into a top male model. Tommy sizzles for the beautiful guy but Shay gets caught up in the flattery of a famous fashion designer. Why does Tommy have to fall for two people who can’t love him back? Is there a recipe for blending with these genetic celebrities?

She got up and hopped over beside Shay on the bed. “It’s insane, but the only men I know who turn me on are you two. Maybe it’s because I’m man enough for the three of us. I don’t need you to support me, although I’m sure either of you easily could. I don’t even need you to protect me since I’m a killer with a can of mace.” She laughed. “But the idea of being your girl”—she took Tommy’s hand and kissed it, then turned to Shay—“and your girl is the most”—she giggled—“thrilling thing I can imagine. It’s nuts, I know, but there you are.” She put her hands in her lap and waited.
Oooookay. “Are you talking about a ménage?”
Shay cocked his head. “What’s that mean?”
“Threesome?”
His eyes widened. “Yeah, are you?”
She took a deep breath and let it out. “Yes.”
Silence.
“Uh, I mean if either of you is interested.”
Shay nodded. “I am.”
Wow. Tommy had always envied Roan but never thought he’d be in the same place. “I guess I am too.”
“I think you have to do more than guess, Tommy.” She seemed anxious.
The truth was, he wanted them both and didn’t want to choose. If he had to, he’d choose Booky. But if he could have Shay too… “Of course I am too.”
She let her breath out slowly.
They sat there.
Tommy peered at their faces. They were both staring at their hands. “So what do we do now?”
Shay glanced up, and his beautiful face was pure mischief. “Hey, I have the least to say about this, but I think we fuck.”
Booky looked at Tommy.
Somewhere in his brain, this had been the outcome he’d wanted. A way to have both Booky and Shay. But faced with the reality, wow. Just wow. He shook his head. “I’ve got to ask this. I’m the touchy-feely one around here, so I want to know if this is just sex or if it’s something more. Is it just for tonight?” He turned to Shay. “You’re young, so you probably don’t even know what you want.”
“Hey, man, that’s partly true, but I know I want you and not just for some one-nighter. When I came down this morning and Booky was setting the table and you were cooking, I knew…well, it was like a family. And shit, who has any guarantees about anything?”
Had him there.
Booky cocked her head. “Are you sure you don’t just see me as your mother?”
Shay shrugged. “I never had a mother that I knew. I like you taking care of me. But I definitely want to fuck you. Is that a bad thing?”
“I like taking care of you. And I still want to fuck you.”
Shay spread his hands. “So…”
Somebody had to do something. Tommy rose up onto his knees and scooted forward to the two of them. 
He hooked an elbow around Booky’s neck and then leaned over and did the same to Shay, pulling them both to him. Head to head to head.
With a nuzzle, he got his lips onto Booky’s. He explored the seam with his tongue. She murmured. He pulled back and leaned in to Shay. Though the man had sucked his cock, they’d never kissed. Very gently, he brushed his lips back and forth across the full Cupid’s-bow mouth. So soft. Even softer than Booky’s. Shay nibbled back.
Tommy sat back again and pulled his arms together so that their two heads got closer. Surprisingly, Shay took the lead and pressed his lips against Booky’s. Another murmur from her. Shay opened his mouth and covered hers. Her murmur turned to a whimper. Tommy could see her lips opening as Shay pushed inside. 
That was so sexy. He removed his hands and sat back on his heels. The curvy brunette and the stem-thin blond curled their bodies together like a chocolate and vanilla pudding. Shay’s hands slid down her back to those taut glutes and pulled her in tight. Hard breathing and groping fingers.
Oh baby, who knew his cock enjoyed being a regular voyeur? But watching did it for him. Je-zus. His brain flashed pictures in front of his eyes like a porn movie, and he wanted to see every scene. He tugged on Booky’s robe until the tie came loose. He tapped her arm, and still kissing frantically, she extended it so he could pull the silk off one arm and then the other. Those proud breasts stuck out like happy melons into Shay’s bare chest. Tommy dragged the robe from her legs, and bingo, she was mother-naked.
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Hope you enjoyed it.  Be sure and participate in the Blog Tour starting on July 24th at Beautiful Boys Books. And right now over there, you can win a copy of another book in the Genetic Attraction Series, Deceptive Attraction. Go enter.  I also love blog followers, so if you don’t already, please follow this blog.  
Tomorrow, i have author Allie Ritch here with a fantastic bear-shifter book, and on Tuesday, Kay Berrisford and i are swapping blogs.  She has a wonderful new elf novella with her own brand of kink! Both Allie and Kay will be giving away great prizes.  Plan to come back here. :  )

DC McMillen Shows Sex of Every Combo in The Rusty Nail. Have One!

Hi everyone–

I haven’t read the book yet (it’s brand new)  but i read about it on Amazon. The Rusty Nail sounds amazing. My Triberr mate DC McMillen is bringing it to us today and you have a chance to win a copy. Just leave a comment with your email! Now here’s DC.

Life is pretty interesting, if you think about it.


In my experience, the good things that you make happen far outweigh all of the bad shit, and the events that seemed ho-hum at the time end up being the ones you treasure most.


But let’s go back to the bad stuff, just because I’m in that kind of mood.


You ever notice that the totally gawd awful experiences are the ones you laugh over and talk about most? For example, I just went on a vacation to Cuba. The weather was awesome, the beaches were clean and the water was fun and warm. But do you know what story I tell the most about my trip? How I watched the bartender take a straw from the box to tamp down the tips in his tip cup, and then put the straw BACK in the box! Everyone ewh’s and oh’s as they recoil in gleeful horror. Next I will follow up with how much fun the catamaran trip was and I watch people’s eyes glaze over as boredom sets in. So I reel them back by telling them that the catamaran’s washroom was so disgusting my boyfriend actually threw up when he tried to use it. Their faces light back up and they exclaim in delightful horror.


No one wants to hear about other people’s fun yet uneventful activities. And it is the same way with books, isn’t it? You couldn’t pay a person to read about a “nice” trip a (ahem) young couple took to Cuba. They want strife, upset and seemingly insurmountable hurdles that must be overcome in order for the fun and uneventful time to begin. You know that part. It happens when the book ends. And god dammit, if there’s going to be a sequel then I swear to jeebus those characters better have some new shit to wade through. And in my boyfriend’s case, throw up over.


Yep, there’s a reason the book ends at happily ever after. I guess we can all be thankful that that is where fiction and real life differs. Um…at least we can all hope that that’s the case.

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Tara, thanks so much for giving me the opportunity to rant about stuff that probably only I think about. Before I go, I’d like to briefly tell everyone about my novella, The Rusty Nail that was published just yesterday!



The Rusty Nail is a novella about a diverse group of characters who somehow find themselves acquainted with a dive bar in the wrong area of town. The entire novella takes place in the span of a single day, and I hope you will be entertained (and turned on) as each character discovers the good, the bad, and the ugly about their partners, themselves, and their hidden sexual desires.


This novella contains blatantly erotic, sexy and graphic M/F, M/M, F/F and even a couple of solo scenes. In other words, this novella is totally hot.  ;)


The Rusty Nail, excerpt

The short ride home was unusually crowded for an early afternoon. We were forced to sit beside each other which made it difficult to think about what it was I wanted from this friendship, like he asked. I kept trying to figure things out but the feel of his slim, hard thigh against my solid, meaty one would make my mind wander. Then I’d have to start all over. It was very unsettling and as I attempted to piece together my thoughts I just ended up feeling like a giant, jumbled mass of confusion sitting on public transit. I mean, I liked hanging out with him. He was fun and cool. But that didn’t mean I wanted more, right? Wanting a man to play video games next to you on your couch was one thing but – the bus went over a bump and our thighs slammed together. His head hit my shoulder and rested there just a moment before he straightened. Where was I? Oh right, sex with Juan.

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Thanks for reading this excerpt! The Rusty Nail was just released on March 3rd, 2012, through Rebel Ink Press, and is available on Amazon, Smashwords, B&N, etc. If you feel like picking up a copy, here is the link: http://www.amazon.com/The-Rusty-Nail-ebook/dp/B007G4HATM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1330715398&sr=8-1

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