New Release! “Snow Balls” by Tara Lain. Blog Tour #Prize

Is it always wrong to pretend to be Mr. Right?

Hi and welcome to the re-release of one of my favorite novellas, Snow Balls. This book has been called charming, sweet, and very funny, as well as romantic. I hope you enjoy it. and be sure to enter to win the Amazon GC on Rafflecopter. Hugs — Tara

Snow Balls
(Balls to the Wall Series, #4)
By Tara Lain

Blurb:

JJ LaRousse looks like a quarterback but acts like a queen. He’s trying to be proud of who he is—until a robbery at the famous Laguna Winter Fantasy brings JJ face-to-face with tough cop Ryan Star. JJ hears Ryan likes manly men, so he drops his voice an octave, colors his pink hair, and tries to pass as a football fan.

Ryan Star may be tough, but he keeps his sexuality to himself at work. He learned in New York that being a gay cop can be deadly. His attraction to JJ threatens his secret, but he’s finding it hard to back away from a guy who’s so totally his type. Then, during a ski trip and a confrontation with JJ’s biggest nemesis, all the façades come crashing down. In the aftermath, can Ryan love JJ for who he really is? More importantly, can JJ?

 

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The cop beamed at him. “Good job, JJ. Now what else can you
remember?”
Oh my, how he loved pleasing the nice detective. “Santa was
wearing a phony beard, but he had black stubble on his cheek above it. He had
on sunglasses. Cheap ones. Prada knockoffs you might get on the street in Santa
Ana.” Okay, maybe too much information. “Uh, he was wearing some padding, but I
think he probably had some fat of his own. The elf was skinny. And”—he closed
his eyes and pulled up the picture again—“he had weird eyes.”
“How weird?”
“Kind of pale and a little scary-looking.”
“Could they have been contacts?”
“Doubt it.” He closed his eyes again. Oh, he loved that
scent. He opened them. “I couldn’t see the elf’s hair because he wore a full
wig, but I’ll bet it was red.”
Star frowned. “Why do you think that?”
“He had those freckles that some redheads have. Might be.”
“Is there anything else?”
JJ nodded. Could he think of twenty more things to keep the
good detective here? “The bigger man spoke to me, and he had an accent of some
kind.”
“What kind?”
JJ screwed up his nose. “Hmm. It was a little like Southern,
but… I know, I think it was like Boston or New England or something. Sort of
flat-sounding.”
“Was the voice deep?”
JJ breathed out slowly. “Not as deep as yours.”
Star’s blue eyes flashed up at him.
“Uh, I mean you have a low voice. The Santa’s voice was
higher and nasally.”
“Do you think you would recognize it again?”
“Possibly.”
Star asked him a few more questions about what the robbers
had said and where they seemed to be going. He flipped the notebook closed.
“You’ve been extremely helpful. Thank you for your time.”
JJ tried to keep his voice low. “Anytime.”
Star looked back at him for a moment. “I may have a few more
questions. Is there somewhere I can reach you?”
Oh, be still my heart. JJ recited his cell number, and Star
wrote it in his notebook—on a separate page. Oh my.
“So, you a Trojan?”
“What?” JJ swallowed.
Star pointed at his head. “USC.”
“Oh, uh, no. Just a, uh, fan.”
That blazing smile again. “You like football.” It wasn’t a
question, thank God.
“I’ve been known to watch a game.” JJ held his breath.
The appraising blue eyes stared into his. “Thanks again for
your great help.”
“My pleasure.” Or at least his cock’s pleasure.
Detective Ryan Star walked away toward a group of uniformed
officers gathered at the booth across from JJ’s. The cop’s jeans clung to lean,
muscled thighs, and the tweed sports jacket had an obligatory feel, like maybe
it wasn’t something he wore in his free time. It wasn’t something he should
wear at all. That man needed a dresser. JJ sighed. Fat effing chance it would
be him.
JJ went back to the display, trying hard to look manly while
positioning dolls on a snow scene. He glanced up and caught his breath. Star
was staring at him. JJ wanted to fan himself so bad. Man up.
He stared down at the doll in his hands. Why the hell was he
trying to impress this guy? The detective was scary and his job was violent,
two things JJ hated. But there was that second while he was questioning JJ when
Star had looked embarrassed that he’d forgotten to show his credentials. Was
that a hint of the vulnerable man underneath? Naw, he probably just felt
uncomfortable around a creampuff like JJ.

What had he been thinking?

 

He’d been known to watch a football game? Not in this life.

 

The announcer’s voice sounded, and they both faced front.
The teams were going to come in now, JJ was pretty sure.
The guys in blue-and-white started to run onto the field. Oh
my, the way those narrow butts looked in the tight pants was positively
appetizing.
Ryan leaned over. “Who do you like? Any favorites?”
Okay, JJ was prepared. He took a deep breath. “Rivers, of
course. He’s a great leader. Bound to make it to 5000 yards this year.” Oh
sweet god of boys who like to sew, what did any of that mean?
Ryan nodded. “Amen. What about Gates?”
JJ sipped his beer to sort through his memory banks. “Best
tight end to ever play the game.” He held his breath.
“You said it.”
Whew. JJ stared at the field. “Of course,
quite a few of those guys look like tight ends.”
Ryan looked at him with his mouth open and then started to
laugh. “Yeah. You got that right.”
The coin toss. The kickoff. Wow. That ball went all the way to the end, and a guy caught it. Cool. They all went farther down the
field. Yep, just like Jerry had said. The guy in the center—the quarterback,
probably—threw the ball. It soared through the air and some lean player caught
it and started running like a son of a bitch. Holy shit. Two guys slammed him to the ground. That looked painful.
JJ resisted the urge to close his eyes. He’d seen football on TV, of course.
His dad had loved it. But JJ’d never paid much attention. In these good seats,
the game was in his face.
Somebody came out and measured the field. A lot of people,
including Ryan, moaned. He leaned over to JJ. “That was close.”
“Yeah.” Close to getting killed?
The players got back into lines. JJ could hear the cute one,
the quarterback, calling out numbers. Some big guy in the front line moved. A yellow
cloth flew through the air.
JJ whispered, “Offside.”
Ryan glanced over at him and smiled.
The announcer’s voice rang out, “Flag on the play. Offside.”
Holy shit. He’d gotten it right. Thank God for
Jerry.
The whole crew of men moved and then got back in their line.
A bunch of stuff happened at once, and JJ couldn’t follow it until everyone on
their side leaped up so he did too. The announcer called “first down,” but it
sure looked like about a hundred guys went down getting there.
Ryan leaned over. “I didn’t think they could make that one,
after the foul.”
“Me too.” What?
Good Lord, pretending was hard.
The whole line reassembled. The cutie stepped back and threw
the ball a long way. The lean, fast guy ran out and caught the thing, which was
clearly a miracle. He headed down the field like a jackrabbit with a pack of
bulldogs on his heels. Shit, one bulldog came out of nowhere and tackled the
rabbit, and then five other guys piled on. Whistles and yells sounded from
their side and cheers from the other.
Then a groan and the crowd got quieter as the bulldogs
pulled off and left the rabbit lying there in a heap. He didn’t get up. Oh no. JJ grabbed Ryan’s arm. “He’s
hurt.”
“Yeah. Looks like it. Shame. He’s a great wide receiver.”
Receiver, hell. He was a gorgeous, fast-as-lightning black
kid who had just got beaten to a pulp in a stupid game. JJ wanted to jump up
and scream.
A stretcher was carried onto the field. Some guy put a
collar around the player’s neck, and then they picked him up and put him on the
stretcher. Hell, they didn’t look nearly careful enough. The crowd murmured and
shifted. JJ looked around. They were uncomfortable with his being hurt, but it
didn’t seem like they felt sorry for the player, exactly. It was more like they
wanted to get on with cheering, and this moment of required sympathy was an
imposition.
He looked at Ryan and found those blue eyes gazing at him.
JJ’s hand was still locked on Ryan’s forearm. He loosened his fingers. “Sorry.”
“You okay?”
“He just looks hurt bad.”
“Yeah. But they take a lot of precautions, so he may be up
and ready to walk and run by the end of the day.”
“And he may not.”
“Yeah.”
The game continued, but JJ couldn’t stop thinking about the
player who got hurt. He jumped up when Ryan did and cheered in the right
places, but the game had lost its luster. The fun all came from Ryan being next
to him. Having the man so close sent JJ’s dick into a constant state of
anticipation. Lean to the left, lean to
the right, stand up, sit down, fight, fight, fight.
Just like the
cheerleaders at halftime—who could have used a costume redesign, by the way.

 

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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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Chance (Rusted and Reckless #1)
One night. One moment. One chance.

Buried in obligation, Aveline Michaels is in over her head, caring for her bed-ridden mother, taking college courses, and working her ass off to make ends meet. When she finally agrees to let loose and take one night off from her duties, everything changes.

College student, Greer McQueen knows meeting Aveline face-to-face is exactly what he wants. After all, he’s wanted her since the day they met in his online class. But when she learns that he’s “the” Greer McQueen, bassist for Rusted & Reckless, her all-time favorite band, everything changes.

Aveline can’t possibly give up on her responsibilities to be somebody’s groupie. And there’s no chance Greer will give up on her.​

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CHANCE
Rusted & Reckless Book One
2017 © Charlotte Casey ~ All Rights Reserved

Chapter One“She’s here.”

“Who?” Jason asked as he mopped off his face with a towel. The kilted drummer sweat more than anyone else he knew. He worked harder too. Greer was fit, he had to be in this business, but he wasn’t Jason Keefer fit. Every practice, sound check and show was a full workout for the man.

Greer finished off his bottle of water and grabbed another. They only had another minute before having to get back on stage. “University girl.”

“Holy shit! Here. Like, right now?” His best friend and drummer of Rusted and Reckless looked out the side of the stage, actually expecting to see her in the horde of thousands of people with no knowledge of what she looked like. Then again, neither did he. “Why is she not backstage right now? I need to meet this girl.”

That was the problem, wasn’t it? Greer was bassist of a country band that had finally hit it big. They were double platinum country artists halfway through their first headlining tour across the country. His passion was all for music but he also loved to learn. Had he not gotten into music, he would have been an academic type collecting degrees like they were Pokémon cards. It’s why he was enrolled online for an English degree right now. Greer had three bachelors degrees and two masters

that he would probably never use. That didn’t bother him at all. It was the process that he loved. The start of a new semester was like Christmas. None of the guys understood it but they didn’t rag on him about it either. They all had their obsessions and this was his.

He met Aveline in a few of his classes. Last year they had enrolled in almost all the same courses. Her face just kept popping up in class lists and discussions. Having noticed the same thing, she had emailed him asking if he was stalking her. Greer was done for right then and there.

They were both from North Carolina but she was from the coast while he considered the mountains his home. She was sweet and intelligent, always proofing papers for him and yelling at him for his comma misplacements. (She was for the oxford comma and he was against.) They got into arguments that could last days over punctuation. Greer called her all the time, her voice was like candy, all sweet and innocent. He enjoyed the hell out of it, especially when she laughed. Aveline was a known giggler and he felt their conversation was not over until he heard it at least once.

He’d been crushing on this girl for months but had never told her the truth about him. He never told anyone in his classes who he was and what he really did. He was there to learn, not to get special treatment and fangirled on. It’s why he took online classes and not classes

at the university campus. Well, that and his tour schedule.

Greer had talked to Aveline that afternoon and when she said she was going to the Rusted and Reckless concert, he stammered. It had been his chance to tell her, his chance to meet her and he chickened out. Greer told her to enjoy herself and hung up like the pussy he was.

“I didn’t tell her.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “Of course you didn’t, buddy.” Jason, Rory and Nix were the man sluts of the group. They enjoyed the groupies that hung around while Greer was his socially awkward self. He lost all lust for a woman when she could barely even converse without trying to touch him. Brains were what attracted Greer, brains and wit. Sawyer, their guitarist and stand in singer, wasn’t into groupies like the others either. He was a romantic and would fall too hard and fast for a woman. He learned the hard way that their groupies would say anything to get into bed with him and that he couldn’t believe a word of it.

Their break over, Greer and Jason stepped back onto the stage, the lights like hundreds of small suns blaring down on them. He loved it, loved the crowd singing and dancing along with them. Loved the oppressive heat from the lights and the thumping of the amps. He loved

his callused fingers and aching feet. Greer truly loved his life. He worked hard for that spot on the stage. They all had.

Sawyer stepped up to the mic and adjusted his guitar. He looked over his shoulder first at Greer and then back to Jason. Rory clapped him on the back as he walked passed to his corner of the stage across from Greer. They were adjusting to this new dynamic between them. Three months before their singer and Sawyer’s brother, Phoenix, had disappeared. He was a heroin addict and as much as they wanted to believe he was in rehab somewhere, odds were he was shooting up in a dingy hotel room in a nameless city. Nix’s disappearance had rocked them all but none more that Sawyer. They wanted to cancel the tour but their contract wouldn’t allow that. So here they were, making due.

Sawyer had stepped up to sing but he wouldn’t give up the guitar. They called in favors from other bands, borrowed players from the opening band when needed, but it was just a temporary fix. Soon they were going to have to make some tough decisions. Things that he really didn’t need to be thinking about right now.

“Ya’ll got your refills?” Sawyer asked the crowd. The stadium erupted. Greer couldn’t help keep the smile off his face. Country fans were the best. They knew how to drink, have fun and dance their hearts out.

“Now, I think it’s time for-“

“Any of you English majors out there?” Jason interrupted from behind his drum kit.

Fuck. No.

Both Greer and Sawyer looked back at the drum kit where Jason was lazily spinning a drumstick between his fingers. He had a devious smile that Greer knew well, too well. That smile had gotten him in so much trouble over the years.

“Any online English majors from Penn State University?”

Aveline fluffed her limp hair. It had rained while they were waiting in the queue to enter the concert. Rob, her cousin and gay man extraordinaire, bought the tickets for her birthday and she was determined to have a good time, even if she looked like an air dried, drowned rat. This was her first night out in almost nine months. If she wasn’t working one of her two jobs, Aveline was taking care of her mother or studying. She’d sacrificed her social life for real life. It wasn’t like she had a choice in the matter. Her mother’s health was priority number one, after the car crash two years prior left her brain damaged. Aveline also had to earn an income to pay for the medical bills

that incurred a never ending stream of threats from collection agencies. Tonight was probably the only night that she would be free to be a twenty-four-year old.

Aveline tried to salvage what she could of her makeup in the crowded bathroom mirror. She smudged her finger under her eyes catching some of the eyeliner and mascara that had run in the rain. There was not much helping the rest of her. Then again, everyone looked like hell but no one else seemed to care.

She left the bathroom and Rob immediately grabbed he arm and started pulling her the opposite direction of their seats.

“They are looking for you!”

“Who?” she asked as she stumbled behind him. He was a tall lanky man of thirty and her best friend. Rob helped take care of her mother alongside the nurse that came daily. It wasn’t an easy road she traveled but she had company and that made it manageable. Rob was a huge country music fan and had gotten her into it a few years ago. Aveline enjoyed the easy going melodies and lyrics that spoke to her. He had introduced her to the genre via Rusted and Reckless. They crossed the line between country and rock and it was hard to distinguish what genre they were. They were her gateway band into the world of country and held a special place in her heart.

“The band!” he yelled in a laugh.

“What?” He wasn’t making any sense. She tried to pull her arm free but his grip was strong. He steered her towards a security guard. “Rob, what do you mean the band is looking for me? Rob?”

She’s never seen a grin so big on his face. “They asked if anyone went to Penn State and was an English major. That’s you sweetie.”

“Me and a ton of other people.”

“Come on.”

Rob tugged her forward again and right into the security guard’s personal space bubble. “This is the girl,” he said confidently. “This is the one the band is looking for.”

The guard didn’t even give them a glance. “Move along.”

He was beginning to worry her. Aveline wasn’t sure what had gotten into her cousin. “Let’s just go. Are you feeling ok? Maybe we should just leave.”

They were close enough to the stage at this point that she could hear the band talking. The second set was about to start. If they wanted to make it back to their seats they needed to leave.

“Jason! Knock it off and let’s get back to giving these people the music they came to hear.” The crowd laughed at the bassist’s obvious discomfort but that wasn’t what

stopped her. Aveline turned toward the stage and gaped. She knew that voice, had talked to it just a few hours earlier.

“Greer?”

Rob jostled her. “See! She is the girl!”

Security looked at her long and hard and then pulled out his phone. A moment later he asked, “Are you Aveline Michaels?”

“Yes,” she answered dumbfounded as Rob jumped around like a four year old going to Disney World. How the hell did he know her name? “What’s going on?”

“This way.” He waved them through the barrier and took them backstage. It was a flurry of activity back there and no one looked twice at them. Aveline just kept moving forward. This, whatever this was, moved much too quickly for her brain to process.

“What is going on?” she asked Rob again who was pushing her faster, with a hand on her lower back.

“I told you. The band is looking for you. Let me see you.” He pulled her to a stop and turned her. After a quick once over he gave her the okay. “You look sexy hot. Less nerd and more sex panther. He’d going to drool all over you.”

Doubtful. Very doubtful.

Aveline had just seen her reflection and sexy hot was nowhere to be seen in that mirror. Rob turned her again and they

continued their path through the maze of the stadium.

“Greer, I’ve got some good news for you,” Sawyer said on stage.

“Oh fuck,” the familiar voice groaned and the crowd laughed.

Sawyer came into view first, he had his arm draped over top of Greer’s shoulders. “She’s on her way up to the stage. You look a bit nervous.”

“I’m going to kill you both.”

Sawyer laughed and slapped the brim of Greer’s hat down. He caught Aveline and Rob standing on the wings. The security guard had left them at some point to return to his post. Rob was vibrating beside her. He was a huge fan of the band and she knew he was beyond excited to be this close to them.

“There she is!” Sawyer yelled excitedly and ran over to her.

Rob, being the helpful cousin he was, pushed her forward onto the stage, but Sawyer was there to steady her. “Aveline, how are you darlin’?” He put his arm over her shoulders like he had done with Greer. She tried to look over at him but Sawyer angled her away and toward the audience.

“I’m good.” She tried not to look at the people. Aveline knew how big the stadium was because just a minute earlier she had been one of them.

“Just good?”

She decided to look at the man talking to her, which was almost worse. Sawyer was every girl’s country dream. Soft t-shirt, worn jeans that actually had dirt on them, boots that were well broken in. Sawyer’s soft blonde hair was no nonsense and hung where it dried. He hid his eyes behind a pair of dark aviator glasses but his smile was devastating enough that she didn’t need to add his eyes to the mix. Sawyer was already the sexiest man she had ever touched.

“Um…yeah. I’ll be better once I know what’s going on.”

“Do you go to Penn State University?”

Easy question, easy answer. “Yes.”

“And are you an English major?”

“Yes. Well, literature actually.”

Sawyer turned his head away from her to where Greer was standing. “Is this her?”

“Sounds like her.” As annoyed as he had sounded earlier, there was a smile in his voice now. Aveline stood on her tip toes to look over Sawyer’s shoulder and saw Greer for the first time up close. There was no way that was the literature major who she accused of stalking her. Both his arms were covered in tattoos, monochromatic designs wove like ivy down his arms. His fiery orange bass hung off his shoulder and she couldn’t help but think about the body he was hiding behind it. Like Sawyer, Greer wore a t-shirt but no cowboy boots for him. He had on sandals and looked

like he just woke up, put on a well-worn favorite baseball hat and walked on stage. She knew Greer to be twenty-seven but he had a face that would get him carded at the liquor stores for at least another ten years.

“Holy shit,” Aveline cursed softly. The crowd began to laugh but she didn’t hear them. All she could do was look at Greer. Was this really her crush? The man who entertained her to no end?

“We are going to continue on with the show so why don’t you and your…” Sawyer looked to the wing where Rob was all but drooling with jealousy. “Uh oh…someone has a boyfriend.” The low moaning “Ohhhhhh” came from the crowd.

Aveline swallowed and shook her head. She looked between Sawyer and Greer trying to explain. “No…he’s not…” but the mic wasn’t on her. No one could hear that Rob was her cousin, her very gay cousin. Sawyer walked her off stage but Aveline kept trying to look at Greer and explain. He wouldn’t look at her. Wouldn’t even glance in her direction.

“Sawyer…it’s not…we’re not…” She grabbed his hand before he could leave.

“It’s alright darlin’,” he said in his slow draw that calmed her immediately. “Stay here. We’ll hang after the show.” Aveline nodded and dropped the hand she had on his arm.

“Sorry.”

“Just hang here. No place better to watch a concert than backstage.”

“Sawwwyeeer!” Rory’s sing song voice sounded from the stage.

He left and flicked off the guitarist as he walked back on stage. “We ready to get this party back on track?”

Aveline and Rob did have the best seat in the house. It was a truly amazing experience. The blinding lights, the heart pumping sound and the incredible view was something she would never forget. Unfortunately, she didn’t enjoy one moment of it. All she could do was watch Greer avoid her from the other side of the stage and play.

Her heart thudded when the final notes were played and the goodbyes were made. Aveline ran her fingers through her knotty head of hair. First time meeting Greer and she looked like she just woke up with a bad case of bed head. Figures. Even her clothes were still wet from the earlier rain. Sexy hot, Rob had called her. Right, because the squishing of water in her soaked boots and the blister on her heel that made her limp was sooo hot. The circumstances could not be worse.

Oh wait, he also thought that Rob was her boyfriend.

So yeah, it could be worse.

It was worse.

Aveline had been in more classes than she could count with Greer. It was on their second

semester together that she had emailed him. It had started out as a friendly “Hello, I really admired your short story,” but turned into “Are you stalking me?” She had no idea why she asked that but he had found it funny. They had hit it off. She knew she could always ask him for creative advice, since he was full of it and he could always come to her for technical help. He joked that Aveline was an honorary member of the Grammar Police. Last Christmas, Greer had gotten her a badge and everything.

Never once in her time talking to Greer had he let on that he was anything more than a guy from Canton, North Carolina. He might have mentioned playing some instrument at some point but very casually. This was so not casual. This was mega.

The guys of Rusted and Reckless were smiling as they walked off stage. It had been a good show, a great show. Even without Nix, the singer, it had been amazing. Greer looked up and saw her still waiting in the spot where Sawyer had left her. She lifted her hand and gave a hesitant wave like a complete idiot.

Why the hell was she waving?

Jesus.

Why was she still waving?

Rob seemed to sense her distress and pushed her hand down. Greer looked to where Rob’s hand laid on her skin and scowled. Shit. She was messing this all up.

Jason stepped around Greer who had slowed his pace and came over to them. “Hello, University Girl,” he stated with a smile. “May I escort you two to the green room?”

Aveline looked around his sweaty broad shoulders to where Greer had just been but he was gone. Aveline sighed. This really wasn’t how she had planned their first meet and greet. Jason moved in her way again so all she saw were the lines of his very defined chest. Slowly, because she wanted to remember this man as he was before her now for those night she needed a little imagination, she lifted her eyes up from his kilt to his abs, to his pecks, to the sweat beading on his shoulders and neck, and finally up to a face that knew and enjoyed the visual lick she had just given his body.

“Sure.” She cleared her throat. “I’m Aveline, by the way, and this is Rob, my cousin.”

Jason’s grin spread wide across his face. “Cousin. That is good to know. Very good. Nice to meet both of you.”

With a hand on her lower back he steered them through the maze backstage to a room marked Rusted and Reckless. “Why don’t you guys head in there and make yourselves comfortable. I’m going to shower and then I’ll be back to entertain and amaze. The other guys should be around in a few minutes.”

“Ok,” Aveline said with nerves jittering. She’d finally meet Greer. How often had she dreamt of this moment? How many times had

she been talking to him and could picture just how this meeting would go? Jason swung open the door and ushered them inside.

It was like no after party she ever expected, mainly because there was no one there save a few radio people milling about. Weren’t these things supposed to be all sex, drugs and alcohol? Rob looked just as bewildered beside her. Her last birthday party had more entertainment than this, and she had spent it alone with a tub of ice cream and a new subscription to Netflix.

“So Greer McQueen is actually your Greer from school?” Rob asked putting his back to the small group of people.

Aveline nodded. “I guess so.”

“Damn.”

“That about sums it up.”

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Prince of the Playhouse
(Love in Laguna Series, Bk #3)
By Tara Lain

Blurb: 

Driven by his desire to become a successful fashion designer and concerned with hiding his questionable past, Ru Maitland has let obsession with action movie star Gray Anson on the big screen replace his social life. Then obsession and reality collide when Ru is asked to design fashion costumes for a special performance of Hamlet at the Playhouse in Laguna starring none other than Gray Anson. Gray turns out to be a compelling mix of shy and brash and, despite a high profile engagement to a female socialite, the signals Gray sends Ru have his libido doing the salsa.

Gray Anson has what most people only dream of—great wealth, huge fame, a job he loves. For that, he’s given up any semblance of privacy and the right to say no to the thousands of people who depend on him and the millions who love him. He sees everything he’s ever wanted just outside the bubble of his life, but how can he make the compromises needed to embrace it? When Ru’s shady past crashes into Gray’s paparazzi-haunted present, both men have to learn that sometimes the only acceptable compromise is the truth.

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Excerpt

 Food arrived. Ru had ordered the salmon, one of his faves, and Gray copied him. Merle had gone for Rick’s famous fish sandwich, as had most of the others. As the waiter placed the plates in front of Ru and Gray, Gray’s napkin dropped to the floor between his legs. He scooted back, spread his knees so he could reach between them, and managed to press the full length of his hard-muscled thigh against Ru’s. Perfect paralysis. Don’t move, don’t speak, don’t make him aware of what he’s done. Shocks of heat streaked into Ru’s balls, and he enjoyed the boil.Gray snagged the napkin, scooted his chair back in, and—didn’t move his leg. From knee to hip, his long limb rested fully against Ru’s. Didn’t he notice? Was being pressed against another man normal for him? Maybe an action-star thing?

Forget about food, conversation, breathing. Don’t miss a moment.

Artie started talking to Gray about some entertainment industry thing. Gray ate heartily. Nothing abnormal or extraordinary going on in his universe. Ru pushed his salmon on the plate and gazed into near space, every ounce of his consciousness living in his tingling flesh.

“Ru?”

Ru’s glance flicked up to find Merle staring at him. “Sorry?”

“Boy, you were a million miles away. Designing costumes?”

“Oh yes.” He liked Merle. He didn’t want to wish the guy would shut up so he could listen to the sound of his balls expanding.

Merle lowered his voice. “I wondered if you’d like to get that drink we didn’t quite get to have later?”

Gray shifted and pressed his knee harder. Ru sucked wind. “Oh!”

Merle cocked his head. “Is that an unexpected invitation?” He grinned. “I did everything except hire a billboard.”

“Oh no. Sorry. I, uh, have so much to do—”

“It’s not really late. We could go over to the Ocean Bar for a little while, and then you can get home to your designs.”

“I—”

Gray turned abruptly to Ru. “Did you talk with Artie about your great design concepts for the Hamlet character?”

“Oh no, not yet.”

Artie grinned. “I’m all ears.”

Ru glanced at a deflated-looking Merle but launched into an explanation of his glamorized gangster costume. The more he talked, the more excited he got. “It immediately sets Hamlet apart from his family and everyone else. He has other allegiances, a different take on the world. When he says ‘to be or not to be,’ he’s not just depressed and melancholy. He’s seriously considering his options, and they’re violent.”

Gray started beating out a rap rhythm on the edge of the table. “To be or not to be. Yeah, to be or not to be. That’s the question in front of me.”

The others laughed, and Merle joined in.

Ru nodded. “Horatio would have some of the same gang colors as Hamlet, but we can see that he’s being sucked in by the man.”

Artie clapped. “Brilliant idea, Ru.”

“But remember, this will be fashion, not costume, so it will suggest the look but not be slavish.”

“Can’t wait to see it.”

Beverly nodded and sipped more wine. “Amajing. Ruj’s amajing.”

Ru sat back and smiled. Even while he’d been rapping, Gray had never moved his leg. If anything, he’d pressed it harder against Ru. Jesus, he wanted to pull Gray to his feet and press more than their legs together.

Penelope leaned forward and looked toward Ru. “I agree, you’re amazing.”

He nodded. “Why, thank you, lovely lady.” It made him feel a little squirmy to think he was lusting after this woman’s boyfriend, but maybe she and Gray had some kind of agreement?

She put a hand on Gray’s arm. “I think I should ask him.”

Gray frowned. “No, not now.”

“No better time. Ru, I’m soon going to be looking for a designer for my wedding gown, and I’d like to invite you to submit a concept. It’s not right away. I know you’re working on a collection, but I wanted to tell you, so you can keep my needs in mind.”

Ru didn’t move. Even his heart must have quit. He couldn’t hear it beating over the rushing in his ears.

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When your dreams come to life, do you fall in love — or send them back to Neverland?

Hi and welcome. It’s my delight to announce the release of my new Pennymaker Tale, Never. If you’re not familiar with The Pennymaker Tales, they are all inspired by the tropes of popular fairy tales and stories. As such, they all stand alone, but they’re united by one continuing character — the mysterious Mr. Pennymaker. Writing a contemporary gay romance based on Peter Pan proved to be a fun and unique challenge. I hope you love it. Be sure to enter to win on the Rafflecopter!

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November 3, 2017
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November 4, 2017 
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Stories That Make You Smile
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November 7, 2017 
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Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words

 

November 8, 2017
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November 9, 2017 
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Never
(The Pennymaker Tales, #4)
By Tara Lain

Blurb:
Wendell “Wen” Darling lives in a world of shoulds and musts. Left to care for his brother and sister by his dull drudge of a father and wacko irresponsible mother, he suppresses his creativity, slaving in an ad agency seventy hours a week, letting his no-talent supervisor take the credit.

Then his bosses blow the campaign for their biggest client and Wen gets a chance to shine—but only if he can find the artist who painted a wild, glorious wall of graffiti in the subway. Hiding behind a pillar at 2:00 a.m., Wen comes face-to-face with the scarlet-haired, elven-faced embodiment of his divergent opposite—Peter Panachek, the flighty, live-for-today painter, singer, and leader of the rock group the Lost Boys. Everything Wen takes seriously, Peter laughs off, but opposites attract, even if their kisses always lead to battles. Peter’s devil-may-care persona hides a world of secrets, self-protection, and hidden fears, until the day a drug dealer, Vadon Hooker, threatens everything Wen holds dear. Guided by the mysterious Mr. Pennymaker, Peter has to choose between facing responsibility or burrowing even deeper into Neverland.

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Excerpts 

 

Peter looked up, stood, and John hurled himself into the air.
Peter caught him, although it knocked him back a step or two. As Wen walked up,
Peter and John were laughing.
Wen said, “Hi.” Duh. Wit to
spare.
Peter gave him an unreadable face. “Hi.”
Peter set John’s feet back on the floor, but John took his hand.
“Thanks, man, for saving me.”
A flicker of some kind of pain whipped across his face. “Wen saved
you. I just screwed things up so you got kidnapped.”
John crossed his arms and frowned. “We’re not back there, are we?
Shit happens, Peter.”
Wen sucked in breath to chastise John for the language and laughed
instead. “Yes, it does. You got John in trouble through no fault of your own,
and he shouldn’t have been running off to Neverland at the crack of dawn
anyway. ” He gave John a look. “Then you got him out of it. Our plan wouldn’t
have worked without you.”
Peter shrugged.
Wen slowly inhaled. Am I
doing this?
“There’s something else. I don’t think we work very well
without you either—John and Michaela and, uh, me. I know you’ve got a lot of
decisions to make, but would you throw that into the mix?” He clenched his
hands together and hoped.
Peter stared at him. “You’re kidding. I’m a ne’er-do-well with no
job and no place to live and a demanding family breathing down my neck. You’re
a head of household with kids to raise and taxes to pay and a job where they
don’t appreciate you that you don’t want to lose. How the hell does that work?”
Wen swallowed. “I can’t believe you just used ‘ne’er-do-well’ in a
sentence.”

 

 

 

He sighed loudly as he pulled a green T-shirt over his head with
his back turned to Tink. The T-shirt was just like the others except it
proclaimed in brilliant sparkles Underthrow
the Overground
. He stared in the wavy mirror on the back of the closet
door. She’s right. Wen upsets me. Why the
fuck can’t I stay away from him?
“Let’s just go play music, okay?”
He retraced his steps out the dressing room door and went to drown
himself in lyrics.
Two hours later he knew it wasn’t working. All he could see was
Wen’s face. John’s face. I don’t want to
see them.
He snorted. I don’t want to
want to see them. That’s different
.
When they took their break, Wen walked off the stage straight into
Mr. Pennymaker. Somehow he’d changed to a black jacket with floral collar and
cuffs. Seriously? And somehow he’d
gotten past the guards to hang out backstage. He pressed his hands together.
“Splendid, Peter.”
“You kidding?” Peter frowned. “I can barely get my head out of my
ass.”
“Yes, but sometimes that’s precisely the view we need.”
Peter spewed a laugh. “What do you want with me, really?”
“Why must I want something?”
“Because people don’t usually bother with people unless they want
things.”
He rubbed his chin with two fingers. “All right. I want you to be
happy.”
“Why me, for God’s sake? You don’t even know me.”
He smiled softly. “I want everyone to be happy, Peter. I just
happen to be speaking with you.”
“Jesus!” Peter wiped a hand over the back of his neck. “You’re too
smart for me, old man.”
“Not at all. I simply want you to be smart for you.”
“What does that look like?”
“Getting your head out of your ass and paying attention to what
you want instead of what you think you should want.” He yawned behind his hand.
“I’m a bit tired, so I’ll say good night. Thank all the Lost Boys for such a
splendid show.”
Mr. Pennymaker turned, walked out through the stage door, and was
gone.
Peter’s mouth hung open. Hit
by a five-foot-one-inch truck.

 

The Pennymaker Tales Series

 

 

Sinders and Ash
(The Pennymaker Tales Series, #1)
by Tara Lain
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(The Pennymaker Tales Series, #2)
by Tara Lain
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Beauty, Inc.
(The Pennymaker Tales Series, #3) 

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About the Author

 

Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 32. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft.  She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog near the sea in California where she sets a lot of her books.  Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!

 

You can find Tara at Lain

 

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As the saying goes, sharing is caring, so I thought I’d share this debut release from Louise James!! Looks good, right?
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A classic struggle between good vs. evil! 

 

The Watcher
(The Ent Chronicles Series, Bk 1)
by Louise James
 
Blurb:
Long ago a powerful coalition of wizards and witches—The Seven—began a quest to recover hallowed grounds in the Earthling Realm. The day had arrived to claim Hailstone Hamlet! A Dark Wizard, Lord Haydron expects no one to survive the destruction, but he was wrong.
An apprentice Healer miraculously survives with no memory of what occurred but, why was she spared?
Unexpectedly, her locket opens as if by magik, and a cheery old woman speaking in a funny accent appears.
“Come for ye have I. Away from here ye must stay.
Troubles come with darkness of night; The Watcher protects and The Lantern lights.”
Ewallea assures her that she will remain by her side as they seek answers. Overwhelmed and injured, Amellea passes out only to wake in the arms of a handsome young man, riding upon the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. The Hunter believes she was spared for a purpose and their destinies are entwined. He pledges to help her locate friends and family.
The feisty beauty and her new companions find themselves on a journey of unexpected adventures to reach an enchanted forest, filled with mischievous fantastical creatures.

 

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Excerpt

 

Chapter Two – Nymph Dreams
      Suddenly,
Amellea was all alone in a dream…or she was hallucinating again, she guessed.
No one was with her in the forest. The night was bright below a starlit sky.
The cool, crisp air was filled with a heady, hypnotic smell from flowers she
could not identify.
Startled, Amellea saw three
lights she thought must be fireflies zoom past her. The lights glowed and
circled around her until they appeared to be a single, large, glowing light. Were
those wings she saw? No, it can’t be.
She’d heard legends about fairies, but she had never seen one.
      “Legends, humph!” Then,
right out of thin air, materialized three beautiful creatures who were no doubt
Fairies, glowing as though a light followed them while casting glitter about
with each step they took. Amellea was face-to-face with real Fairies—three, to
be precise! “Amazing…”
      “Hootie-whooo,
look at you! Sisters, I think she is a beauty, even to rival our Ewa. Well, do
you have anything to say for yourself?” The surly Nymph pranced around Amellea,
inspecting her. Amellea just watched, completely dumbfounded, as the glowing
Fairy addressed her.
      “Lylahbelle,
honestly! Do not taunt the fair maiden. Can’t you see she has been hurt? She’s
had a terrible shock!” Annabelle, the dark-haired Nymph and clearly the oldest
of the three sisters, chided.
      “Merabelle
is not jealous. No, you would not even look at a Halfling sideways, even if he
is Chief Hunter and leader of the RealmWalkers.
Are you Annabelle? This one certainly does enjoy the
comforts of Maleek’s strong arms. He seems to enjoy looking at her, too. Her
hair is the color of sunset and soft as corn silk.”
Lylahbelle continued her
inspection of Amellea, touching her hair. “But…it is very tangled.”
Merabelle sensed explosive
energy radiating off Amellea. The two Nymphs looked at each other, and with a
nod, they grabbed Amellea’s arms, preventing her swing from contacting with
Lylahbelle’s face.
Amellea struggled and could
not free her arms from the delicate but very strong Nymphs. Electric sparks
snapped and crackled around them.
      “Why did
you try to hurt me…you, you, you dirty Earthling?” Lylahbelle thought.  You
will pay dearly for this indiscretion; if not today, very soon.
      “Uh-oh…we
are being summoned.” Annabelle and Merabelle released her arms and stepped
closer to Lylahbelle.
      “I don’t
think I like Fairies at all; you are rude!” Amellea stomped her foot. Annabelle
and Merabelle looked at each other, moving between the adversaries and stepping
closer to Lylahbelle.
      “Uh-oh,
this can’t be good!” Merabelle exclaimed, reaching for her sister. She could
see the volcanic tongue-lashing Lylah had planned to explode on Amellea.
      “We. Are.
Not. Peedie. Folk. Thank. You. Very. Much!” Lylahbelle screamed. “Nymphs are
who we are. I could sing you straight to your death! You silly Earthlings know
nothing of the power we wield.”
      Amellea
straightened her shoulders, rising to her full height, albeit shorter than the
Nymph. “No. I just decided. I don’t like ‘Nymphs,’ if they are as rude as you
are, Lylahbelle! Now you three get out of my ‘dream’ or ‘head’ before
I punch ‘you,’ Lylah, in the face.
You just go wherever you came from before I use some of this electricity
pouring out of my hands and zap you with it!”
Amellea wiggled her fingers,
reaching out toward the Nymph as sparks crackled from the tips. “I hope I have
this Magik gift when I am awake. It might come in handy.”
      “The
Earthlings do not know much about Magik folk. I am sure she meant no harm,
Lylah. Do not continue to provoke her now, because we have work to do. The
Watcher calls, sisters. We must not delay,” Annabelle spoke with authority and
smiled kindly at Amellea.
“We three will receive Ewa’s
ire when she finds out we visited the Earthling’s dreams. She warned us to be
on our best behavior, sisters.” Annabelle reached for her sisters’ hands,
moving a safe distance away from Amellea. The Nymphs rotated in a circle as the
clock hands moved once, then rotated in the opposite direction twice, repeating
the motion faster and faster. With each rotation, the three became smaller and
smaller until they were just tiny glowing dots. Fireflies, just like the first
time Amellea saw the Nymphs.
      “Quick! Hit
her with the dust so she will go back to sleep, thinking this was all a bad
dream. Don’t use too little dust or she will remember us when she wakes!”
cautioned Annabelle, but Lylahbelle smirked and shook her wings vigorously as
the three retreated to see the Watcher.
      “I know
just what to dust her with, sisters! I have the perfect remedy!”
Lylahbelle had no qualms
about using the strongest sleep remedy she knew to take care of Amellea. She
could be the next Sleeping Beauty. Her sisters could not blame her for taking
care of an Earthling slandering her race and attempting to harm her. No matter
if she deserved it. Ewallea would never know, unless her palsy-walsy sister,
Merabelle, spilled the beans.
“My goose is cooked.
Merabelle will spill. I better lay low for a while until this all blows over.”
Lylah had a plan.

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About The Author
 I am a creative, loquacious Southern artist who has always liked to tell a good story. After I retired as a public and collegiate art educator, I needed to reinvent myself.  Thanks to the encouragement of professionals, friends and family, and God’s amazing grace, I have found a new passion—writing fantasy and paranormal stories.
I have always been a mental traveler, reading books and physically traveling across much of the USA and Canada. I have been actively writing for three years, publishing late in 2017. It is my hope that my novels reach across generations, entertaining multiple audiences. I want my readers to escape through fantasy to mentally travel to other worlds and to find a smile, friend or foe written between the pages of the stories I write. It is my sincere hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing! –lj
You can connect with Louise James at
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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 Elisabeth Staab. Elisabeth is giving away a copy of By The Rules, the third book in the Evergreen Grove series.

Since Elisabeth’s book is New Adult, i thought i’d add a New Adult book to the BBB and give away Outing the Quarterback. This book was my first foray into sports romance, although in truth, sports play a smallish role. I did have to learn a LOT about football.

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By the Rules (Evergreen Grove Book 3)
He thinks I want him because of the rumors around town. Because I think he’s easy. I want AJ, because he’s AJ.

No liars. No suits. Absolutely no straight guys…

AJ Fabin’s list of rules keeps him safe. Since getting kicked out of his parents’ home and attacked by a former escorting client, his rules and his life in the tiny town of Evergreen Grove provide a quiet haven. He may be lonely, and he may stick out like a sore thumb, but the folks like him well enough. When he’s not dodging his old pimp, things are peaceful.

Hayden Price is having a quarter-life crisis. Engaged to a woman he can’t connect to and working a job he secretly hates, he comes to Evergreen Grove to help his mother through a health scare. Returning to his childhood home makes Hayden reevaluate a lot of things, including himself. When he meets AJ and finds he can’t stand the mouthy jerk—almost as much as he can’t stop thinking about him—he has a lot more to change than his career.

To be together, they’ll both have to break all of their rules.

By the Rules is book 3 in the Evergreen Grove series, but reads as a standalone.

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Excerpt

 You know that movie where the devastatingly handsome billionaire falls head over heels for the former rent-boy with a heart of gold and they ride off into the sunset with their limo, their unicorn, and a cuddly little bichon?What? Are you kidding? Okay, me neither.

Nobody’s ever gonna make that movie, because nobody would buy the premise. Not even if Julia Roberts does make the prospect look good all kinds of glittery-ever-after on camera. And for real, I’m telling you I could rock a string of diamonds just as well as her (I could!) even if you wouldn’t catch me dead in an evening gown. Or dating a douche who drives a five-speed penis-mobile. Well… maybe it would depend on the penis-mobile.

God bless Richard Gere’s fine ass in a three-piece, though. I may have a rule against dating a guy like him in real life, but there’s nothing wrong with a little fantasy. Like a big ole slab of red velvet cake, it may not be good for you to eat, but looking doesn’t cost any calories.

Rule #1: Keep your distance from rich guys in business attire. They’re sleek, gorgeous, and powerful-looking like jungle cats, and as likely to take a chunk out of you when your back is turned.

 

About the Author

Elisabeth Staab started hunting mutant hedgehogs back in 1842… Oops, wrong bio… Elisabeth Staab digs coffee, saucy stories, and sexy things that go bump in the night. Once, she ate dinner in a jail and liked it. She lives in the Washington DC area with her incredible family and does her best to juggle life while ignoring the laundry.

You can connect with Elisabet at
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The At the Stars, the first book in the Evergreen Grove series is FREE! Make sure to grab your copy now!

A GIRL TRYING TO LEAVE HER PAST BEHIND

I was a normal teenager who loved music and dancing, until the day I was attacked in my favorite record store. A few years later when my mom succumbed to depression and took her own life, I couldn’t stay in my hometown with all the memories and the curious stares. I decided to get in my car and just go – except my car decided it was done going outside a tiny place called Evergreen Grove. That’s where I found Jake. Or I guess Jake found me.

A GUY WHO CAN’T LET HIS GO

For the last eight years, all I can think about is the day I ended another man’s life. Then I manage to save Cassie’s, and I feel like maybe I’ve got some kind of second chance. To do what I couldn’t before, or maybe even for something bigger. Something like love. If only I could feel like I deserve her…

At the Stars is a story of lost hope, new beginnings, and found love.

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Outing The Quarterback
(Long Pass Chronicles Series, #1)

Blurb:
Will Ashford lives in two closets. He meets his wealthy father’s goals as both the quarterback for the famous SCU football team and a business major, but secretly he attends art school and longs to live as a painter. And he’s gay. But if he can win the coveted Milton Scholarship for art, he’ll be able to break from his father at the end of his senior year.

In a painting master class, Will meets his divergent opposite, Noah Zajack. A scarred orphan who’s slept on park benches and eaten from trash cans, Noah carefully plans his life and multiple jobs so he has money and time to go to art school. Will’s problems seem like nothing compared to Noah’s. Noah wants the scholarship too and may have a way to get it since the teacher of his class has designs on him, a plan Will isn’t happy about.

When a gossipmonger with a popular YouTube channel finds evidence that Will is gay, the quarterback’s closet doors begin to crumble. Hounded by the press and harassed by other players, Will has to choose. Stay in the closet and keep his family’s wealth, or let the doors fall off and walk out with nothing. Nothing but Noah.

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Excerpt

 “You’re not telling me that your own parents don’t know you’re gay? No way.”

“Way. I’ve never come out to them.”

Noah opened his mouth, then closed it. Being alone looked better and better. “How is that possible? Did you just decide you like guys last week or something?”

“No. I think I pretty much knew when I was twelve.” He smiled. “Our neighbors had a son who was about sixteen. His bedroom was across from mine. I used to peek through the curtains and watch him dress. Watched him jerk off too. Man, he did that a lot.” Will laughed. “I got hard every time, and I ended up beating my meat as much as he did. One day I finally realized that he had a sister who walked around the backyard wearing, like, nothing. I never looked at her, just him. That’s when I got worried.”

Had Noah ever been worried about being gay? Maybe a little. “But you date a girl. I saw you with her hanging all over your body.”

“Yeah. For the last couple years I’ve had sex with girls. I hoped I was bi.” He leaned his elbows on his knees and shook his head. “It doesn’t work very well. I even had to take Viagra once. I finally gave up and broke up with her.”

“When?”

“Today.”

“Jesus.”

He smiled, kind of sad. “Yeah, it’s been a helluva day.”

“So are you going to come out now?”

His golden eyebrows drew tight above that straight nose. So damned Aryan. “I wish I could. No, that’s a lie. I dread the whole thing. But the truth is, if I come out, the whole team takes it in the ass. Other teams will harass me, which means my guys will defend me. Some of them will. And they’ll get suspended for fighting. Anyway, it’s a fucking mess trying to come out in team sports. I’ve got to wait until after I graduate.”

Noah frowned. “If big-time athletes like you never come out, it will never change.”

“I get that and I hate to say this, but I’ve got enough shit in my life without carrying the damned rainbow flag.”

Noah sucked in his breath to call the guy a pussy. And stopped. Coming out had been no big deal for him. Just one more weird thing about weird Noah. No one expected anything different. Will’s life was another whole pile of bullshit. Different but maybe not better. “So why did you come here?”

The green eyes glanced up, then away. “To tell you I didn’t lie to you about my name because I wanted to deceive you. I’m just so deep in lies I can’t see over the top.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you want me to know? Why did you care?” He held his breath.

Will frowned. “Did you just have sex with Masterson?”

What the—? He pushed himself back on the couch. “What the fuck business is that of yours?”

He didn’t look up. “If you’re committed, spoken for, I want to know, that’s all.”

“Nobody speaks for me. I’m committed to no one. And I’ll have sex with whomever I please, got it?”

Will looked up from under his eyebrows, and this time he grinned. “I just wanted to check to see if you were too tired.”

Noah suppressed a snort. “What makes you think I’d want to have sex with you?” He tried to keep his lips from turning up.

“You kissed me, remember?”

The smile must show by now. “What if I didn’t like it?”

“Not an option.”

“You think you’re that good, huh?”

Will steepled his fingers in front of his own smile. “Yep.”

“I might catch girl cooties from you.”

“You’ll have to take that chance.”

Noah cocked his head at the big, handsome quarterback. Did he dare suggest it? Hell, the guy ate painters for breakfast. “There’s just one thing, jockoid.”

“What?”

“I like to top.”

“Oh. My. God.”

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

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

“Hi.”

“Whatcha doing?”

“Trying to figure out what to wear.”

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

“Uh, kind of. I mean, yes.”

“So what kind of guy is he?”

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

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

“Ace?”

“Uh, like, rad, cool?”

“Definitely cool.”

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

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

“Excellent. Now white shirt.”

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

“No, you gotta trust me.”

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

“Of course. Black belt.”

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

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

“You mean, like, a suit vest?”

“Yeah.”

“Which one? I have two.”

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

“That one.” He pointed toward the tan.

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

“Told ya.”

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

“I’ve got a lot done.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Good question.”

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

“My point exactly.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

Teddy looked up and rose.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Snake bit the inside of his cheek.

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

“Wish I remembered her better.”

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

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

 

 

The Balls to the Wall Series


Volley Balls
Bk #1

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About the Author

Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 32. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft.  She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog near the sea in California where she sets a lot of her books.  Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!

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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 Monica Burns! She writes beautiful historical romance …. Monica is giving away a copy of Pleasure Me which is a recent release. This book sounds so great, you guys. I’ve put it on my TBR.

I don’t write historical, but i do have some relatively naive heroes, so let me give away an e-copy of Sinders and Ash. This is the first book in my Pennymaker Tales and a modern retelling of Cinderella. 
Pleasure Me
by Monica Burns

Blurb:

A virgin alpha hero risks everything for the courtesan who steals his heart.

Youth and beauty are a courtesan’s greatest assets. At forty-one, Lady Ruth Attwood appears to have lost both, as her latest lover just abandoned her for a younger mistress. Struggling with the knowledge that she’s no longer considered desirable, she’s uncertain whether to be offended or flattered when a younger man makes her an unusual offer. In need of funds, she agrees. But then she does the unthinkable. She falls in love.

Despite his reputation as a man’s man, Baron Garrick Stratfield has never been with a woman. His physical impairment is such that he knows not even a whore will touch him, and he needs a mistress who’s willing to be kept without sharing his bed. But passion is just a delicious kiss away because his new mistress is wreaking havoc with his senses. Worse yet, someone is not only out to ruin his reputation, but frame him for murder.

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“Are you sure friendship is the only reason you told me the truth? I’m a courtesan, Garrick. Although I do much more than fulfill a man’s sexual needs, my skills in the bedroom are considered excellent.”

“Instruction?” He choked out the word. Sweet Jesus, the woman was offering to tutor him in the art of lovemaking. How in the hell was he supposed to respond to that?

“If not that, then perhaps someone to confide in?” she said in soothing voice. “There must be a reason why you’ve never been with a woman. I am a good listener, when I wish to be.”

“That topic isn’t up for discussion,” he said through clenched teeth, not even smiling at her ironic comment about listening.

“As you wish.”

The heat of her brushed against him as she walked past to sit down at her dressing table. Stunned by her ready acquiescence, he stared at her as she calmly reached for a jar of cream and proceeded to apply the emollient to her hands. Awkward. It was a sensation he’d never liked, and he was feeling extremely awkward right now. He clasped his hands behind his back then drew in a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself.

“You’re going out this evening?” The question only reflected how ill at ease he was. She stopped rubbing her hands and met his gaze in the dressing table mirror.

“I was, but I’ve changed my mind,” she said quietly.

“I see.” A rush of pleasure surged through him. She hadn’t said so, but he was certain he was the reason she’d changed her plans.

“And you? Do you have plans?” In a casual gesture, she shrugged one shoulder out of her robe to rub cream on her skin. He inhaled a sharp breath as he saw the lush curve of her beautiful breast reflected in the mirror.

“No. . . I. . . I wasn’t sure . . .” He swallowed hard as she finished rubbing cream on her shoulder and pulled her robe back up. His breathing eased for a mere fraction of an instant before she repeated the exercise with her other shoulder. A knot developed in his throat, making him cough.

“Are you all right, Garrick?”

She turned quickly to face him, her robe discreetly closed. The concerned look on her face would have eased his discomfort it he hadn’t seen the flash of something far more dangerous in her eyes.

“I’m. . . fine.”

With a shake of his head, he cleared his throat again. She tilted her head in contemplation. In the quiet glow of the gaslight, the movement emphasized the sweet curve of her shoulder and throat. A sense of impending doom swept over him, but he ignored it, unable to take his eyes off of her.

“Do you trust me, Garrick?” The softly spoken question took him by surprise, and he frowned.

“I would not have confided in you otherwise.”

“There’s nothing shameful about your innocence. In fact, I find it quite. . . arousing.”

She turned to pull a long scarf from one of the dressing table’s drawers. When she stood up to face him again, the gentle determination reflected on her face made him tense. In the next instant, the air in his lungs was dragged out of him in one large whoosh as he watched her slowly untie her robe. Bloody hell, why wasn’t he racing toward the door?

“Desire is a pleasurable thing, Garrick.”

Her voice was hypnotic, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her as she trailed one hand across her throat and then downward. The languid movement parted her wrapper as she leisurely brushed her fingertips along the side of her breast. It was an erotic movement that sent heat blasting through him until his palms were damp.

“Let me show you what it’s like to feel that pleasure.” The thin robe hiding her from him slid to the floor with a whisper, and his mouth went dry at the sight. “Let me show you how wonderful it can be between us.”

Why was he still standing here? He should have been at the door by now. He tried to move but couldn’t. If he didn’t do something fast there was no hope for him. His feet remained rooted to the floor as he watched her undo her hair so it fell down over her shoulders. God, she was beautiful. Her eyes closed, the scarf she still held in her hand drifted across the tips of her breast in a way that seemed natural, yet he knew it was deliberate.

“Do you like looking at me, Garrick?” The throaty whisper scraped across his senses.

“Yes,” he rasped.

The scarf fluttered against her skin like a butterfly touching first one delicate curve and then another. Her hands cupped her breasts, and in a move that made it impossible for him to breathe, she circled her fingers around her rigid nipples. With great difficulty, he suppressed the raging need to stride forward and take her into his arms. Instead he forced himself to take a step back from her. It did little to assuage the hunger assaulting his rigid cock. Almost as if she could sense his need, her eyes flickered open, and she stretched out her hand to offer him the scarf.

“Tie me to the bed.” It was a soft command that made him stare at her in astonishment. A sensual, yet gentle, smile curved her mouth. “I want you to be in control of your pleasure.” 

 

About the Author

A bestselling author of spicy historical and paranormal romance, Monica Burns penned her first short romance story at the age of nine when she selected the pseudonym she uses today. Her historical book awards include the 2011 RT BookReviews Reviewers Choice Award and the 2012 Gayle Wilson Heart of Excellence Award for Pleasure Me. She is also the recipient of the prestigious paranormal romance award, the 2011 PRISM Best of the Best award for Assassin’s Heart. From the days when she hid her stories from her sisters to her first completed full-length manuscript, she always believed in her dream despite rejections and setbacks. A workaholic wife and mother, Monica believes it’s possible for the good guy to win if they work hard enough.

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Sinders and Ash
By Tara Lain

Blurb: 
Housekeeper Mark Sintorella (Sinders) works diligently at a resort hotel while designing clothes anonymously, hoping to get into fashion school. Then his carefully planned life is upended with the arrival of Ashford Armitage, son of the fifth richest man in America—and the most beautiful guy Mark has ever seen. Ash must find a wife or he’ll lose his grandfather’s inheritance, and he settles on Bitsy Fanderel. But secretly Ash is gay, and the guy who cleans the fireplaces sets his heart ablaze.

Further stirring the pot is the little elf of a man, Carstairs Pennymaker, who has Mark wearing his own designs and masquerading as a girl to impress the fashion investors in the hotel. When the clock strikes twelve, two beautiful princesses line up for the wedding—but one isn’t a woman. Will the slipper fit? Only Mr. Pennymaker knows for sure.

 

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The soft knock reminded him of a cue in a bad play. He knew who it was and knew he shouldn’t answer. That insane little man gave him hope when he knew he had no hope. Only hard work. But dammit, he liked Mr. Pennymaker.
He huffed, dragged himself off the bed, cleared the couple of steps to the door, pulled it open, and headed right back to the bed and curled into a ball.
“Helloooo, my boy. How are you this lovely day?” The chirpy voice paused, and Mark peeked at him from his armadillo-like position. Mr. Pennymaker had his hands on his knees and was gazing at Mark. Yes, he was an elf. “Hmm. I gather we are not tip-top?”
Mark shook his head. “No, sir.”
“What seems to be the problem?”
“Don’t really want to talk about it.”
“Might as well. I want to listen.”
He had a point. Mark needed another angle of vision. “I did something very bad.”
The dark suit Pennymaker was wearing today would have been conservative but for the bright pink vest and the gardenia in his buttonhole. He sat on the rickety chair. “Would you like to tell me about it?”
Mark sat up. Would he? There was something about the man. Like he was on Mark’s side no matter what. Mark had never had that feeling… at least not since his mom died. It made no sense. Mr. Pennymaker was a stranger, but there it was. “Well, you see, Richard the Bastard tried to force himself on me, and I was so—”
“Hold on! What happened?”
“Oh, the bastard sous chef finally quit perving on me and decided to do the deed. He didn’t get to hurt me because Armitage—you know, the rich guy—came to my rescue. And now I know I’m going to get fired any minute, and I really need this job, and I don’t know what I’ll do if they give me a bad referral.”
“Now, now, even Herman Marcusi won’t fire a man for avoiding rape.”
“No, you don’t understand. Because I was really upset. See, I had this thing happen and I guess I went into flashbacks or something, but I was pretty messed up, and Armitage tried to help me and, shit, I kissed him.”
The man grinned. “Kissed him?”
“Yeah.” Mark returned to armadillohood.
Mr. Pennymaker’s voice dripped with amusement. “I’m sure you were grateful.”
Didn’t he get it? Mark sat up. “No! I kissed him kissed him, like, with tongue and, you know.”
The grin got bigger. “I’m sure you were very grateful.”
Mark sighed. “Maybe. But I imagine he’s reporting it to Marcusi right now and I’ll be out on my ass by tomorrow.”
“Maybe he enjoyed it.”

 

Hell, he hadn’t thought of that. The guy had seemed shocked, but he hadn’t worked very hard to get away. After all, Mark wasn’t exactly Mighty Joe Young. Still, the look on his face…. “I doubt it. Hell, you can’t do anything good with Sinders and Ash.”

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Lyle’s Story Blurb:  Lyle, a merman, and Ben, his human, work together in a seaside ice-cream parlour and their life together is bliss. Or would be, if not for Ben’s constant worries about career and money, and Lyle’s dark past—a myriad of secrets, lies, wild magic, and foul deeds, which now threaten to catch up with him.

When Lyle’s merfolk family accuse him of murder, Ben and Lyle’s bond is stretched to the limit. Not only does Lyle seem unsuited to Ben’s dreams of domestic happiness, his magical powers are spinning dangerously out of control. Even Lyle isn’t entirely sure he’s innocent.

With Ben dragged deep into the enchanted processes of merfolk justice, escaping with his life—and getting home to an important job interview—is just the start of the challenge. Uncovering Lyle’s inner truths without destroying their love could be a step too far…

Excerpt

“That’s it, Lyle,” called Jarvis, “you’re killing it!”

Shirtless, somewhat chilly, but beginning to enjoy himself, Lyle draped backward over the breakwater and swished his hair.

“Let’s have more of that gorgeous pout,” coaxed Jarvis, while his camera rolled out a frenetic series of clicks. Lyle obeyed, puckering his lips and fluttering his lashes. A couple of elderly ladies who’d been taking a stroll along the prom had stopped to watch, and they’d been joined by others to form a small but appreciative audience by the railings.

“I wonder if he’s a pop star or model,” said one of the women, and Lyle couldn’t help smirking. He wasn’t too keen on Jarvis’s leering comments, but he liked being admired. Perhaps there were more career options open to him than he’d thought.

“Okay, babe,” said Jarvis. “That’s enough like that. You got decent underwear on, by any chance? That skyscape is fascinating. We could get real arty if I take some sepia shots and if you stripped off another layer.”

Sliding off the breakwater, Lyle baulked. Thickening fog rolled in off the sea, and it looked like it might rain. Besides, taking his top off had seemed harmless, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to share his underwear with anybody other than…

“Lyle, what the hell are you doing?”

Lyle heeded Ben’s angry shout before he spotted him, crunching down the stones towards them. Lyle winced and reached for his t-shirt, slipping it over his head. He wished he’d just gone home, like he promised. The last thing he wanted was to have lied… again. “When do I get paid?” he asked Jarvis.

“We’re not done yet,” said Jarvis. As Ben neared with a face like a gathering storm, he mumbled, “Shit, babe, is that your cranky boyfriend? Call me if you ever want to do better.”

He flicked a business card at Lyle’s chest then started off at a lick across the beach. Realizing the show was over, the crowd also dispelled, which proved a small mercy. Lyle’s anger struck with such violence, he struggled not to lose his faculties and drop his shape-shifting spell.

“How dare you, you smarmy rat-face bollocks!” he screamed after Jarvis, scrunching up the card and hurling it. “You’ll never be half the man Ben is! When do I get my money, you—”

“Shhh, for heaven’s sake!” Ben grabbed Lyle’s arm and spun him around. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” said Lyle, still reeling from his own anger.

“Because I was working alone, Mr. Bertrand told me I could shut down the parlour for a lunch hour. I was popping home to check you were okay. But rather than keeping a low profile, I find you making a ruddy spectacle of yourself with that… that… who the heck was that?”

“It’s the guy who took pictures of my art,” said Lyle, drizzle now plastering his hair to his nose. “He asked me to pose and said he’d pay me. I thought you’d be… oh, I don’t know, pleased maybe?” Ben scrubbed his palms against his stubbly cheeks in such an exaggeratedly weary fashion that Lyle snapped further. “But you’re never bloody pleased, are you? Everything I do it wrong. It’s not like I was flirting with him or anything.”

“Stripping your shirt off isn’t flirting, then? I suppose it’s nothing to a master of seduction like you. How many lovers have you had again? Forty-one, wasn’t it?”

“That’s unfair! You told me you understood.” The rain grew heavier, the clouds pressing low over the beach, and Lyle felt like ripping his hair out. “It was over centuries, anyway, and I was lonely.”

“Oh, poor Lyle, maybe you should’ve been flirting with that photographer.” Ben pinched the bridge of his nose. “I love you, I always will, but sometimes I wonder if I’m what you really need.”

“What do you mean?” Lyle froze, anger quelled by a spasm of fear. “You’re my Benjamin. You broke the curse and you’re gorgeous. Why would I want any other man?”

Ben looked down, rolling a pebble beneath his trainer. “One day I fear you’ll see the truth. I’m not gorgeous, I’m very ordinary, and I can’t give you what you desire. You want a millionaire sugar daddy to buy you a luxury home with a swimming pool and patronize your art.”

“Er, sugar daddy?” Lyle let out a humourless chuckle. “Even if I wanted one, it’s going to be hard for me to find an older man around here. And anyway, he won’t want me when he discovers I’m a merman.”

“Believe me, Lyle, most chaps are going to see tentacles as a bonus feature.” Ben dropped his voice to a whisper, although the only creatures within earshot were some large herring gulls who’d settled on the breakwater. “There’ll be a queue of rich guys who want you—including those who can afford the repairs when you accidentally bring the ceiling down. Somebody out there must be able to keep better tabs on you than me.”

The despair-filled suggestion hit Lyle like a knee to the groin. “Keep tabs on me? You mean I need controlling? Is that what you think I need?”

“No!” Ben’s raw panic suggested he was backtracking fast. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean it like that, uh… oh shit, I…”

“Maybe that is what I need.” Lyle turned his back on poor stammering Ben and gazed out into the fog. “Maybe he’ll tie me up and put me in a cage, treat me like the monster I am. I’m a killer, Benjamin. I can’t control myself, let alone my magic. You should just walk away now.”

Ben stepped to his side and slipped a hand to his waist. “Honey, I—”

“Go!” Lyle’s holler set the gulls on the breakwater flapping and wheeling and crying out. He spiralled to face Ben, the white heat of his anger returning with vengeance, fins ripping forth from both his shoulders, spoiling his shirt. Two more burst out from his upper legs, lacerated the trousers at his thighs. “See? A monster!” He flicked them around, feral. “I killed my own brother, Benjamin, so you’d best get the hell away from me!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hi everyone —

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

Christie at Love Bytes says — 5 Hearts!

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

Danielle at Watch and Word Society says — 5 stars!

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

Lena Gray at Rainbow Book Reviews says — 5 stars!

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

Brandee at Bookworm Brandee Book Reviews says — 5 Bookworms!

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

Amber at OptimuMM Book Reviews says — 4.5 stars!

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

Morgan at Open Skye Book Reviews says — 5 stars!

“Ranks up with top for 2017!”

Buffy at Buffy Kennedy Book Reviews — 5 stars!

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

Angie at Wicked Reads says  — 5 Stars!

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

Carrie from The Novel Approach says — 5 stars!

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

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