Alyssa Turner brings POLISHED. HOT MMF! And 3 Prezzies for You!

Hi everyone–
It’s my pleasure to welcome Alyssa Turner to my blog for the first time. Alyssa has a HOT new MMF menage called Polished. Be sure and read the delicious excerpt and then scroll down and enter to win some great prizes from Alyssa on the Rafflecopter.  Here’s Alyssa!

And the truth shall set you free.
Here’s the thing about the truth; it can’t be washed away or ignored…at least not forever.  Eventually, truth rises to the surface and bubbles over. For Spencer Hartley, the truth has been his biggest secret for years.  Besides loving his girlfriend, he’s also attracted to men and no amount of denial can bury that one tempting fact.  But just because something is true and real, doesn’t mean it will be brought to light.  That takes bravery, the kind of guts that should be no sweat for a rugged, demolitions expert like Spencer, right?  Well, sometimes the truth needs a little push.  In this excerpt, the truth starts to grow wings.
“Still up for a friendly game?” Spencer had showered and changed into a sleeveless undershirt and

his pajama pants—the same ones Jack had borrowed. They fit more snugly around Spencer’s bulky frame, and Jack noticed that he seemed to be free-balling it underneath.

Jack grinned, sincerely happy that Spencer had decided to join him. “Not sure how friendly it will be when I kick your ass.”

Spencer grinned back, and grabbed a cue from the wall rack. “Hmm. What’s at stake, then?”

Jack considered the possibilities, starting with clothing and ending up with swapping saliva over each other’s body. Neither option was within the realm of reality. He shook off the idea with a shudder. “Bragging rights.”

Spencer chalked up and laughed at Jack’s suggestion. “That’s doesn’t sound like you’re too confident.”

“Oh, I’m plenty confident.” He could show him just how confident he was by yanking down those sleeping pants and gobbling back his cock. Jack was pretty confident he’d have Spencer begging for more after two minutes inside his mouth. But no, it wasn’t that kind of weekend. Not yet at least. He grinned to himself. How the hell he thought he could have these two over and not try to find his way inside both of them, he’d never understand.

“Dude, you ready?” Spencer had racked the balls and was waiting with his hands folded over his chest.

“Huh? Oh.” He bent over the table, balancing the cue with splayed fingers, lining up the break like he’d done a million times before. One strong pump of his arm and the balls scattered with a loud crack in the sea-thickened air. Three balls sank into their chosen pockets and the white cue ball followed with a curse from Jack.

Spencer retrieved it from the pocket while Jack reracked. “Your shoulder looks pretty good there,” Spencer said with a teasing smirk. “Good thing I don’t need my ankle to wipe the floor with you.”

Jack laughed. “You’re cute.” The words had come without much thought, but they seemed to surprise Spencer, causing him to jerk out of the position he had taken in front of the cue ball.

Spencer pressed his lips together, like he was trying to decide what to say next. In the end he regained his stance and threaded the cue between his fingers, then pulled it back with the same tension that hung in the air. “Jack, are you gay?” He released the stick on the cue ball as the question left his lips. Still he didn’t look up, seemingly more interested in the menagerie of balls littering the table.

Jack took a breath. “Sometimes I’m a lot of things.” He walked around the table, surveying his next move. “Does the label mean anything to you?”

Spencer shrugged. “Rory said she thought you were.”

“Your girlfriend is good at reading people.”

“She likes you.”

This made Jack smile. “I like her too. You really are a lucky guy.” He took his shot and the four taxied into the far pocket.

“She’s an amazing woman.” Finally he looked straight at Jack with serious eyes. “That thing tonight. She might be embarrassed about it tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry. It’s forgotten.”

“I guess you wouldn’t have been…you know.”

“Turned on by her? By what she was doing to you?” Jack shook his head, bemused with Spencer’s cluelessness. Underneath that amusement was a hunger for his naïveté. He knew he should change the subject, take his next shot, open a window—anything but say the words begging to tear free. “Spencer, I like women almost as much as I like guys.” He was pushing his luck, but he pressed on. “Watching you with her was fucking hot.”

Spencer’s ears were flaming red, but Jack couldn’t read his expression. He had refocused on the table, waiting for Jack to take his follow-up shot. The ball hit the side of the table and fell short of the corner pocket.

“Ah, you’re fucked now, my friend,” Spencer said, eagerly lining up in front of the easy opportunity Jack’s miss had left him.

Jack had half expected Spencer to deck him. Instead, Spencer seemed to ignore the comment altogether. It made Jack curious. “What about you? Did you like the idea of me watching?” Spencer responded by shifting his weight and fixing his jaw. Almost immediately, Jack regretted saying it. “Never mind, man. That was over the line.”

Spencer sank the ball. “I liked it.” His voice was just a whisper, and Jack almost missed it. Almost.

Jack licked his lips and chose his tone very carefully, as if a butterfly had just landed on his hand and he was trying hard not to scare it away. “A rain check, then?”

“It’s up to Rory.”

“Of course.”

“It’s all up to her.”

“I get it.” Jack took a step closer to him. “It’s only right that she calls the shots.”

Spencer lined up again. “She’s into it. The exhibitionist part gets her going.”

“Yeah, I could tell. Rory’s a treat to watch.” He checked the angle Spencer was choosing. Lining up behind him, he nudged Spencer’s outstretched arm, copping a nice long drag of his scent. All man. “Hey, you might want to shift this way a tick.”

Spencer adjusted and sank the ball. “That was generous of you. What happened to that competitive streak?”

“I know how to return a favor.” Jack quirked his lip at Spencer and took a sip of his beer.

“Hey, you got another one of those?”

“Sure.” Handing Spencer a cold Heineken from the bar fridge, he couldn’t keep his smile to himself. “Have you ever known someone who was bisexual before?”

Spencer took a nice long sip before answering. He paused, and took another. Then he gestured at the table and called his next shot. Lining up, he squinted and concentrated on the cue ball like it was the only thing on the planet. He cracked the cue against his target and the intended ball fell just short of its hole. “Fuck.”

“My turn,” Jack said with a taunting shrug. He glanced at Spencer on his way around the table, wondering if their conversation was over.

“I never told this to anyone before…” Spencer started.

Jack stopped cold in his tracks. “What?”

“My dad. My dad was a bisexual. Or maybe he was just gay. I don’t know.”

Jack picked up the chalk and went about preparing his stick. It didn’t need any, but he did it anyway, waiting for Spencer to continue.

“He used to go off…for these walks in the park.” Spencer took another deep sip of beer. “I knew. I never said anything to him, but I knew.”

Jack thought about putting the cue down and falling into the overstuffed couch with an invitation for Spencer to join him. But his instincts said Spencer would prefer some distance between them. His movements were stiff and his expression was a bit twisted beneath the nonchalant smile he wore. Jack knew enough about straight guys to know when to let them breathe. Spencer looked as if he would bail any second, and something told Jack he’d been running from this conversation for a long time.

He pressed, just a little. Just enough. “What did your mother think?”

“My mom?” He sucked his teeth. “Let’s just say that when she couldn’t ignore it anymore, she got a little help from her friends the Gallo brothers.”

“Red or white?”

“Whatever. If it was purple, she was drinking it, you get me?” Spencer chuckled.

Jack laughed with him, knowing that it covered a whole heap of pain. “It doesn’t have to be like that, you know.” He took a breath, holding it just a minute before letting it out slowly. Spencer was only a few footsteps away. The vulnerability on his face called to him like a beacon. Jack wanted to erase the hurt that pinned Spencer’s lips together in a thin line. Those lips needed his lips right then, no mistake. Those lips needed someone who understood.

It was in the air—the possibility. Jack’s nostrils flared slightly.

Spencer shrugged and stretched. “Yeah, I guess.” He walked his cue to the wall and hung it up. “I’m beat. Think I’ll hit the sack.”

“Yeah, sure.” Jack nodded. Just like that, the butterfly flew off. “Spence, I’ll be taking my little skiff out on the water tomorrow morning and I’d love for you two to join me.”

“I don’t know. Me and water just don’t mix.”

“She’s perfectly safe. I think you’ll like being out there.” He smiled sheepishly. “I mean sailing isn’t exactly like dangling off a fifty-foot cliff, but once you get that wind in your hair, I’m pretty sure you’ll get why I love it so much.”

Spencer pressed his lips together and folded his arms. Jack felt undone under his inscrutable stare. “Sounds like an offer I can’t refuse.”

“You won’t be sorry. I promise.”

Spencer grinned. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

There was another moment of pause, of hesitation maybe, before Spencer headed toward the door. For Jack, it was hard to watch him leave. He wanted to hear more, to discover where the undercurrent in their discussion led. It had to lead somewhere, right? Jack never got flippity-flop tickles in his stomach from just talking to a guy. That kind of shit was for someone with a heart. If he felt something, it must be pretty damn strong. And that meant Spencer probably felt it too.

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A great big thank you to Tara Lain, my fellow Etopia Press author, for lending me her wonderful blog.  I very much appreciate the chance to add to her collection of beautiful boys.  Please be sure to comment!  If you’d like to get the inside goods on my writing and upcoming releases, I’d love you to join my mailing list.  Polished is available now at all major online book retailers including Amazon.

And if you’d like to connect on Facebook I can be found at https://www.facebook.com/alyssaturnerwrites.  This evening, 7:00 Eastern,  I’m getting together with two other Etopia authors for our third installment of Meet My Sexy Muse. Are you on Facebook?  Do you like sexy romance? Then you are invited, come check it out!


Author Bio:
If you asked her, she’d say it all started with her vast collection of paper dolls.  That’s how long Alyssa Turner has been crafting intricate story lines full of twists and turns and memorable characters.  Thirty years later, her stories are now quite grown up. 

She writes erotica and erotic romance in all lengths, having been featured in the notable anthologies of Best Women’s Erotica, edited by Violet Blue and several from Rachel Kramer Bussel.  With her proclivity for the ménage genre, Alyssa is often recognized for weaving complexity and emotional depth into her characters and plots.

Alyssa has more than several full length novels under her belt and no two stories are the same. For Alyssa, it’s much more fun to try something new.   Read more about Alyssa Turner and preview her published works on her blog.  http://alyssaturnerwrites.blogspot.com

 

 

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I’m a Perfect 10! Uh, in Books That Is.

Hi everyone– I was just adding and realized that my new release, Beach Balls, is my 10th published book.(Available at Amazon, Are and B&N)  The first book came out in January of 2011. My 11th book is in editing and will be released on July 24th and i’m writing the 12th, so i thought i should pause to commemorate a round number.

Only a couple years ago i could never have imagined all this would happen.As you probably know, i didn’t set out to be a fiction writer. Since i write in my day job, that fulfilled the need that all writers have to write. Then a couple years ago it just occurred to me to write an erotic romance. It only took a few minutes of story creation to realize this was FUN. I thought up an older woman/younger man story idea and then magically added another man and became both a menage writer and a gay romance writer in one press of the keys. That established my pattern and i have been writing in these subgenres ever since.

Here’s a little rundown on the perfect (HA!) 10:

The Genetic Attraction Series– Runner-up for Best Series of 2011 in the LRC Awards
The Scientist and the Supermodel (MM but with some MMF overtones)— the title says it all. A young scientist who has a huge yen for his older boss meets a beautiful male supermodel and is forced to confront his own sexual identity.
Genetic Attraction (MMF) — (CAPA Nominee) A brilliant female scientist has a yen for her younger research partner and discovers that his girlfriend is actually a boyfriend. The two men invite her to their home for the weekend and…
Deceptive Attraction (MMF) — A rising young soccer star (the younger brother of the scientist) yearns for a more authentic life then meets a mysterious guy as pretty as a girl and a woman who looks like a young boy and they throw both his sex life and his career into chaos.
(My next book, coming out July 24th, is the fourth book in this series. It’s called Genetic Celebrity and it takes place in the world of modeling — and food! )

The Balls to the Wall Series– Bestsellers in Gay Romance
Volley Balls (Gay romance) — An out and proud art dealer is harassed by two Aussie volleyballers on the beach in Laguna and ends up involved in a whole different way!
Fire Balls (Gay romance)– A flamboyant artist who is also a black belt in karate yearns for a “straight gay” firefighter but thinks he could never have him so he sets the firefighter up with his friend.
Beach Balls (Gay romance) —  A closeted developer lawyer meets a beautiful man underwater only to discover later that they are natural enemies.
(There will be another book in this series either later this year or the beginning of 2013. This will be Jerry the surfer/firefighter’s book.)

The Aloysius Tales — Paranormal Gay Romance bestsellers
Spell Cat (Gay paranormal) — A powerful male witch meets a handsome physics professor but humans steal the energy from witches. His black cat intervenes.
(I am currently writing the next book in this series and expect it will be released in the fall.)

The Fairy Godmother Stories — Contemporary Fantasy
Sinders and Ash (Gay romance)— A young guy who works in the housekeeping department meets the son of the fifth richest man in America. Can they get together? Only his fairy godmother knows for sure.
(There will be another book in this series later this year or the beginning of next year).

Stand alone books:
Golden Dancer (MMM Romantic Suspense)– Winner of Best Book of 2011 (gay menage) in the TRR Best of 2011 Awards.  An investigative reporter falls for a beautiful male ballet dancer only to find he is already involved with a billionaire art collector that the reporter is investigating for theft.

Mistletowed (MM/MMF/MF)– A holiday novella about seven friends who switch partners and ideas under the influence of what may or may not be magical mistletoe.

So that’s what i’ve been doing for the last couple years. It’s thrilling to be at number ten and counting. Thank you for making it possible. *giant hugs and love*  Hey, if you’ll keep reading, i’ll keep writing.  : )

What I Learned About Hot Romance from Jet Mykles!

Hi everyone–

Today, my friend Jet Mykles released her fourth book in the Leashed Series called Tangled Leashes. This is one of my favorite series from one of my favorite writers–the woman who turned me on to the joys of writing MM. Surprisingly, the Leashed series is a MMF menage and paranormal too. Shifters and witches, baby. You can find the book at Loose Id.  

A little over a year ago, when i had my first book, Genetic Attraction, published by Loose Id, i wrote a variation of this blog post and Jet was kind enough to post it on her site. Then i posted this variation on Fiction With Friction. In honor of the new release of Leashed 4, i want to post it again here —

For years, people told me I should write a book, but I couldn’t imagine what I wanted to write about. Then I started reading Jet Mykles, and less than three years later, I’m a published author with nine published novels and the tenth, Beach Balls, to be released on May 4th from Etopia Press and another new book coming in July. Reading Jet’s books was better than all the fiction-writing classes (although I did those too), because through Jet I discovered my passion for passion. For the first time, I found something so fun and exciting it would write itself (hmmm. Not quite that easy but certainly a lot of FUN). (Jet can now put “muse” on her resume.)
Here’s what Jet taught me:

  • ·         It’s impossible for heroes to be too beautiful – Don’t tell me my heroes Roan Black in The Scientist and the Supermodel or Hunter Fallon in Fire Balls couldn’t exist in real life. Erotic romance fiction isn’t real life. The likes of Johnny in Heaven and Shasertai in Sursein Judgementare compelling to me and lots of other readers.
  • ·         Characters benefit from being a little (or a lot) over the top – Many writers concentrate on “real people”, but I find I best remember the ones that stand out from the crowd. Have you ever met anyone quite like Jet’s Hell? My artist hero in Fire Balls is flamboyant and wild and a black belt in karate. My kind of guy.
  • ·         It’s possible to write great conflict without unspeakable angst – When conflict gets too intense in books, I often feel like closing the cover and walking away. (I avoid the Russian authors and love Jane Austen) Jet makes her readers wonder how the characters will ever get out of their mess – while being totally confident that it will happen.
  • ·         Relationships between people are diverse, wondrous and mysterious — Jet’s books avoid labels and categories. She has straight men falling in love with other men, gay men falling in love with women, all  with a minimum of chest-pounding. Is this real life? Who cares? It’s great fiction. I’ve tried to carry on some of this tradition in my books too.
  • ·         Once your characters grab ahold of you, they don’t let go – Jet’s book are almost always part of series. I never intended it, but I’ve published nine books as of now and seven of them are part of series. My book, Spell Cat, is the first in The Aloysius Tales, Beach Balls will be the third book in the Balls to the Wall series, and Sinders and Ash could also become the first book in a contemporary fairy tale romance series. Jet just has to tell me how to find time to write them all!

The bottom line is — thank you, Jet. You have always been generous with your help, and, above all, a huge inspiration to many writers like me. I’ve learned great lessons from your fiction and, hopefully, have put it to work in my books. Oh yes, I forgot to mention. We both love Adam Lambert. 
Beach Balls, as i mentioned, is coming May 4th. Watch for the blog tour starting soon. Check in at Beautiful Boys Books for all the details. Meanwhile, you can join my enewsletter and get updates on blog tours, hops and contests, just by joining at the top of the right hand column. Plus, i love blog followers! Thank you for stopping by.  : )

Em Petrova Sizzles with Outlaws of Love! Two Cowboys and One Lucky Little Lady.

Hi everyone–

Hold onto your cowboy hats, Em Petrova is here with Outlaws of Love. Read on for a lovely, naughty excerpt and a wonderful description by Em of how those sexy scenes get that way. Welcome Em!

Sexual Chemistry in Ménages

By Em Petrova

Let’s face it—writing sexual chemistry between two characters is hard. Getting a heroine on the same wavelength as her mate is tough work. Finding that special rhythm between lovemaking and everyday life sometimes leaves our characters feeling like failures. Add a third partner and the delicate balance is sometimes wrecked.

Today’s savvy readers know a good story when they read one. They understand when emotion is absent or too much gushing is going on (errr…literally!). They also know when the characters aren’t “feeling it” in the bedroom. With that said, an author’s work is really cut out for her! So how do we achieve sexual chemistry?

As with the lovemaking that isn’t between two pages, chemistry begins long before the characters enter the bedroom. Foreplay is sometimes involved, yes, and oh, what fun it is! But I’m talking about the little things—the nuances that make people fall in love in the first place. Winks, caresses, awareness.

I could stop there, but sexual chemistry runs so much deeper on screen and in real life. Things like your lover’s personal scents—musk, leather, vanilla, and mint to name a few. Also the character’s preferences for physical traits. Does he love plump thighs? Full hips? Or does he love the knobs on the heroine’s spine? All these little things drive the characters into each other’s arms.

If the characters aren’t lusting for each other from very early on, chances are the book will fall flat and you’ll decide to shut off your e-reader with thoughts of doing that important load of laundry. Because even if the characters fight like hell, they must yearn for each other on a very primal level. That’s chemistry, and it keeps the readers turning pages and ignoring their laundry for as long as possible. With every book I write, I strive to create characters that drag the readers from their duties and enjoying the passions life holds… and helping them realize Mt. St. Laundry isn’t going anywhere!

Come see if my characters like to play! Read on for a very naughty excerpt of my latest release Outlaws of Love, available from Loose Id!

Upon traveling west to marry, Annabelle Stephens longed to leave her nickname of Sweetheart Annie and the strict rules of Boston society behind, but the taboo freedom she faces wasn’t exactly what she had in mind. When a sexy outlaw storms into her rented room and kidnaps her, she’s embroiled in a dangerous game with not one man, but two.

Until now Xander Hollis wanted one thing—or maybe two—to stop the Southern Gorge Railroad from stealing the homesteaders’ land, and to act on his desires with his partner in crime James. Like Robin Hoods of the old west, he and James embark on a mission to rob from the rich and give to the poor. When he refuses to let go of the woman who could identify him, he finds he’s in true danger. Danger of losing his heart to the heiress of the very railroad corporation he struggles to bring down.

Adult Excerpt:

EXCERPT of OUTLAWS OF LOVE- RATED ADULT

James leaned in and drew a deep breath, his nose inches from her hair. She tensed in response, but her body throbbed. Her nipples tightened almost painfully. Xander gripped her waist and plucked her off her feet, settling her astride in the saddle. She tried not to wiggle to ease the ache between her thighs even as she avoided James’s steady gaze.

“What is your mother like?” She hoped to distract him from her need, though the spark was quickly growing to an inferno.

“You’re going to love everything about my ma,” Xander said, vaulting up behind her. He tucked her tight against his chest with his familiar arm locked around her waist. James crossed to his horse and loosened the rope keeping it from running away.

“His mother’s the best cook in the world.”

“Better than yours, James.”

“No lie.” The man hitched his foot into the stirrup with the barest of winces and seated himself atop Switchback.

Xander probed her ear with his tongue, and his cock jammed harder against her buttocks. “James’s mother burns everything.”

“I used to pretend to eat my meal and then ran like hell across the fields to get to the Hollis Ranch in time for supper.” He set his heels into his horse, and they took off.

Xander didn’t immediately follow but nuzzled her throat. “You’re so goddamned alluring, Annabelle. I need you.”

She twisted, threw her arms around his neck and drew him down for a kiss. The instant their lips brushed, a series of explosions detonated in her core. Her nerve endings pinged. Her breasts grew heavy with need. And her pussy pulsated, begging to be stroked. Stretched. Filled.

“Please, Xander. Touch me.”

“Mmm.” His chest rumbled against her side. Gliding a hand over her knee and up her inner thigh, he located the V of her legs. Through the fabric of her dress, he rubbed her heated folds.

Grasping her skirt, she hitched it up to expose her pussy to his fingers. She stole a glance at James’s back. He was still riding, either giving them a moment of privacy or oblivious to the fact they weren’t following.

Xander’s hard lips commanded hers. At the first touch, she opened her mouth to him, and his tongue swept inside. He tasted the walls of her mouth, his tongue working deeper against hers. When he strummed the bundle of nerves between her thighs, she gasped.

Quivering with need, she writhed against him, seeking more of his maddening touch. The blaze of desire in her belly was uncontrollable. If she didn’t get release soon, she’d go insane.

She’d tossed out her inhibitions and admitted that she craved his touch. When he stroked her, she lost all sense of time and place, which couldn’t be a good thing. She was about to arrive at the Hollis family ranch, where people would surround them day and night. And James couldn’t be far away, could he?

Xander tore his mouth away. “How long will it take, baby doll?” How many times do I have to do this” — he circled her clit once, twice — “to make you come on my fingers?”

“Oooh.” Flashes of delight sparked behind her eyes, and her world narrowed to include only Xander’s leather-and-musk scent and the pressure of his callused fingers against her sensitive tissues.

Even when the hoofbeats of James’s horse sounded nearby, she couldn’t open her eyes and make Xander stop. He parted her thighs with one hand, exposing her completely to the air and surely to James’s gaze.

Xander’s words drowned out all cares. “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Feels good, doesn’t it? Your pussy is so pretty, all tight and wet. Your clit so swollen. You want to come for me, don’t you?”

In a blinding burst, she splintered. Wave after wave of blissful sensation washed over her. She clung to Xander, her gasps suddenly swallowed by his kiss. He ground her nubbin into her body, extending her release. Cream soaked his fingers.

James gave a soft moan.

And Annabelle’s eyes shot open. The man was mounted not five feet from them, his horse dancing slightly. James’s gaze was riveted between her thighs.

Xander lifted his head, looked right at James, and thrust his finger deep into her body.

A haze of rapture settled over her as another orgasm broke over her. The waves pounded her, the pinnacle sharper and more fulfilling than the last. Sensation ripped through her, and she stopped breathing for a minute. When she cried out, James’s gaze flashed to hers, caught and held. As her release pounded through her muscles, she couldn’t look away if she wanted. She was trapped again — between Xander’s adept fingers and James’s stimulating stare.

Em Petrova

~where words mean so much more~


Em Petrova Biography

Em Petrova lives in backwoods Pennsylvania, where she raises four kids and two feral kittens and pays too damn much for utilities. But seeing her sexy husband tromp out back with a chainsaw in hand is well worth the frustration of living miles from a mall. She adores writing sex scenes and anything paranormal. When she has the opportunity to mix the two, she’s in her element.

You can learn more about her smutty reads at www.empetrova.com.

 Thank you all so much for coming by the blog. (I love blog followers!) :  )

CAPA Award Nominee!! Genetic Attraction Excerpt. MMF Hotness!

Hi all–
Probably by now you have heard me yelling all over town because i’m so excited to be a double CAPA nominee. These awards from The Romance Studio honor excellence in romance of all genres. First, i’ll tell you i am AMAZED to find that i was nominated as Favorite Author. This list of 19 writers includes some of the best-known and most popular romance writers around– and little me. I am so honored to be named in the same breath with these people and i’m dancin’!

Equally fantastic, my book, Genetic Attraction, is nominated in Contemporary Romance. This MMF menage was my first published novel and is still being discovered by new readers every day.  So today i want to feature an excerpt from this book. You’ll notice i have a warning on my blog for adults only. Usually i don’t need it.  Today i DO!!  LOL

Excerpt ADULT: Genetic Attraction by Tara Lain; M/M/F Contemprary

At a conservative Long Island University, renowned researcher, Dr. Emmaline Silvay, has two great loves – her life-saving work, and her younger research partner, Jake Martin. The romantic love is impossible. She’s his boss and he lives with his girlfriend. The the “girlfriend” is actually a boyfriend, the beautiful and infamous supermodel, Roan Black.

Resigned to a platonic relationship, Em accepts a weekend invitation to their home, but the men have a menage on their minds. She can’t resist, doesn’t even want to. But their intentions go far beyond passion. They want her to “be a part of them”. Their three-way love defies propriety and the standards of the University that funds their work. The supermodel’s fame makes secrecy impossible. Their ménage threatens to crumble all she’s worked for. What will give way to make room for genetic attraction?

They made the short ride to the hotel with his hands up her skirt and hers in his pants, not saying a word, just feeling and kissing each other until they were both dripping. As they pulled up to the hotel, he stuffed himself back into his pants and tried to adjust his jacket down over his massive erection. She just pulled off her wet thong, stuffed it in her purse, and stepped out of the car commando. By the time they got to the elevator, they were both giggling and wild to fuck.

An obviously well-heeled elderly couple rode the elevator with them, and Em tried to behave, but Roan kept reaching down and licking her neck and ear. She’d slap at him but couldn’t stop giggling. When the older couple got to their floor, the lady looked back at Em, winked, and said sweetly, “Have a nice night.”

She and Roan burst out laughing as the doors closed, and then they attacked each other while the elevator continued to the penthouse. Roan picked her up, so she could wrap her legs around him and grind her bare, throbbing pussy against that enormous bulge. Oh God, after all the emotional turmoil, it felt like heaven to just get lost in sex. She rode up and down on him, probably ruining that beautiful suit, but God it felt good.

On the top floor they staggered out of the elevator and straight into Roan’s suite. She was vaguely aware that it was beautiful and overlooked the whole city. He carried her straight to the bedroom, panting in her ear.

“Oh baby, I want to fuck you so bad.” He tossed her on the bed. Her full skirt wound up around her waist, baring her naked pussy. The sight seemed to enthrall him, so she spread her legs, making the very wet lips gape. She was still wearing her heels.

Roan groaned while ripping off his belt and pulling the slim trousers down, revealing tight black boxer briefs that were grossly distorted by his enormous erection. Somewhere he had toed off his loafers. He pulled off socks and shoved the briefs down and off, freeing that indescribable cock to stick out under his still-buttoned shirt.

In one move he was on the bed, and shoving that huge rod into her soaked vagina.

Oh God, she’d almost forgotten what that much cock felt like. Real, serious friction. Just this side of pain, she felt so full, so stretched — so complete.

He thrust and thrust, head thrown back, eyes shut tight. She wrapped her legs around him, letting the heels of her pumps press into his flexing ass. A little pain with his pleasure?

He screamed. “Oh, shit, yes!”

The huge pumping cock hit against her womb in one out of three strokes. He was too far gone to stop, and she was too far gone to care, strapped to him with arms and legs like a monkey, pounding her hips up onto his cock, eager to take all of him as he ground against her clit.

The pressure and the pleasure morphed into one huge cloud of feeling, surrounding and filling her until she exploded, energy shooting up her spine, through her womb, and into her head, until she thought she might black out. She screamed Roan’s name over and over, and he cried out with her and kept crying as he pumped and pumped. Suddenly semen was leaking from her channel. Oh my God, young men came so hard — so good.

Gasping, Roan rolled to the side so as not to crush her. He gave a little laugh. “I think we needed that.”

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Thank you so much for visiting the blog. I hope you come back soon. We have a HUGE Blog Hop occurring here on Jan 4th. Sixty plus writers, amazing contests and a Kindle Fire as a grand prize and a $50. Amazon GC as a second prize. You don’t want to miss it.  Happiest holidays.  :  )

New Excerpt: Deceptive Attraction. Find the Answer!

Hi everyone– Here’s a fun way to get an entry in the Grand Prize Drawing on Nov 20. You can win a copy of Deceptive Attraction or of Golden Dancer PLUS a Bag of Swag including a Golden Dancer drawstring backpack, a mirror compact, a carry bag, signed post cards and much more. (Outside the US? You get both books instead of the Swag). Here’s what you do. I posted an excerpt from Deceptive Attraction below. I have never posted this excerpt before. Read the excerpt and find out the name of Cal’s roommate. Send an email to tara at taralain dot com. Tell me the name. You get an entry!

Excerpt: Deceptive Attraction by Tara Lain; M/M/F Contemporary

Available from Loose Id  and Amazon

Caleb Martin faces a life crisis — and he’s pretty embarrassed about it. A talented soccer star, he has the chance to sign a lucrative five year contract and be rich and famous. Two problems — Cal is gay and signing the contract means he has to stay in the closet, maybe for life. Plus, he’ll have to spend his years diving for soccer balls when he’d like to be helping people like the rest of his family. A one-night stand with a beautiful man rocks Cal, but the guy vanishes only to reappear where Cal is house-sitting. Too much coincidence? And then a cute tomboy throws Cal’s life choices into confusion. How could he wind up with a commitmentphobe and a woman dedicated to her work in Africa? Oh yeah, and then there’s a big surprise in a snowstorm. Cosmic joker strikes again.


Sheee-it! Caleb hit the ground, pain flashing through the twice-broken shoulder. Needed breath. Needed to hang on to the damned soccer ball. Don’t let go. He clutched that baby to his chest with his mitts. Pain. All over. Just your regular. Don’t let go. Scar tissue held. Rib broken? Maybe just bruised. Had to get up, kick in.
Hands grabbed him and pulled him to his feet. Crap, it hurt. Noise. Crowd cheering. No, more than cheering, going ape shit. The clock must have run out.

Whoa! Two guys grabbed him and hoisted him into the air on their shoulders. He grinned. Brave guys. He was a load. Wobbling. Hitting the ground again did not sound fun. He waved a mitt to the screaming fans. Oh yeah. Guess he’d blocked the kick that would have tied the game. Final whistle. Game over. Rocket Dogs win. The season is done. Thank God.

After getting pounded on the back several hundred times, shaking countless hands, giving five media interviews, and taking a quick shower, he stood beside the bench in the locker room trying to get his boxer briefs pulled up.

“Congratulations, Martin.”

“Great game, bro.”

“Helluva save, baby.”

Guys slapped his shoulder in congratulations, and he tried hard not to wince.

Suddenly the noise from the hall got louder. He glanced up to see the locker room door burst open. Well, crap. He pulled the briefs up fast as a wild-eyed girl, probably about nineteen or twenty, ran into the big room. “Cal. Cal, baby.”

Her eyes widened when she saw him. Where were his clothes? He grabbed for his shirt as she raced across the open space toward him, bumping into guys in towels and less. A few feet away, she hurled herself straight at his half-naked body. Think fast, Martin. Catch her, or let her fall? Oof. The shirt went flying. One hundred twenty pounds of squirming female climbed all over him. He tried to keep her from hurting herself as she grabbed his head, kissing his cheeks, trying to get to his mouth. Shit. He twisted his head. Damn, get this female off!All around him, he heard the other guys laughing. Fat lot of help they were.

He heard the door open again. Rescue. Two burly guys in security uniforms hurried toward him. Cal grabbed her waist and pushed her toward them, still wriggling. “C’mon, guys, get her off.”

The bigger guy, Harry, grabbed her. “Sorry, Cal, she got away from us.”

He smiled. “I can see how that could happen.”

Harry carried her carefully. Don’t hurt the fans. She leaned back in Harry’s arms and gazed at Cal with puppy-dog eyes. “I love you, Cal.”

He laughed. “I love you too.”

They dragged her, squirming and yelling, out of the room.

Cal glanced up. His roommate, Lex, stared at him. The guy was grinning, but there was this crease between his eyebrows. Yeah. Cal sighed. Only Lex, the coach, the owner, and one other guy on the team knew that Cal was more interested in the bare asses in the shower than in that cute girl. They were good about it as long as they didn’t have to be reminded too often. And that meant Cal got to spend ninety percent of his time pretending to be someone and something he wasn’t. Not just pretending to be straight, but also acting like a guy who only wanted to be a huge soccer star in his life. Cal sighed and finished dressing. Man, he was glad the season was over.


Bet you found it easy. Now, email me at tara at taralain dot com with the answer. Go over to Beautiful Boys Books and get all the info on the contest. There are lots more ways to win! :  )

Welcome Cassandra Carr with Sexy Menage, “Head Games”. Trading Cards!

It’s a delight to welcome Cassandra Carr to the blog with her new hockey-hunk menage, Head Games. Cassandra has been a buddy of mine since i first started writing and we’re going to share our newbie stories and advice in a workshop together at RT in April. Hope you can come!

Remember to leave a comment with your email! You can win a whole set of Cassandra’s romance trading cards AND you’ll receive an entry in my Grand Prize drawing on Nov 20 for Deceptive Attraction or Golden Dancer and a Bag of Swag. Please follow this blog if you don’t already! Take it away Cassandra–

Why write menage stories?
First of all, I’d like to thank my friend and fellow author Tara Lain for having me here today. I thought I’d talk about why I chose to write a menage series, since Tara’s books also feature some menages.
Why do I write menage stories? Here are a couple of reasons: 
  1. I get to write more than one hero. Since I love love love my heroes, this one’s a no-brainer.
  2. Menage relationships are hot! The sex is, well, varied and interesting to say the least…
  3. The dynamics behind a menage relationship are interesting to explore.
Let’s look at each in detail.
As I said above, I love my heroes. If you read my books you know this is true – they steal the show every time (sorry, heroines). So if I had the chance to write not just one, but two or three in the same book? Sign me up! My heroes are sweet, but sexy, and many seem to have a sarcastic bent. They say life imitates art, or is it the other way around? *whistling*
Do readers ever think about what it’s like for us menage authors to write the steamy sex scenes in our books? If not, consider this – there are at least three people to consider and choreograph. Not that I’m complaining. 😉 But the fact is, though I love writing a great M/F sex scene, there’s something really challenging as a writer about writing a menage sex scene that’s more than insert tab A into slot B. Unfortunately sometimes that’s what menage sex scenes read like, and I can understand why. You’re dealing with a lot of body parts there! I work very hard to make sure the emotions of the scene shine through the actual physical acts.
Ah, the psychology behind the menage relationship. Did I mention I was a psych major in college? I find all the dynamics that surround a menage relationship to be fascinating. Whether it’s the internal conflict of “OMG am I going to be with two guys for the rest of my life?” to “I’m getting lambasted in the press for this”, there is a whole different set of circumstances and potential problems when you consider a menage relationship. As an author that’s the kind of thing that makes you want to sink your teeth in and write the hell out of that story!
What’s your favorite part of menage stories?
Thanks again to Tara for hosting me! I’ll be around if you have any questions or comments!
BIO: Cassandra Carr is a multi-published erotic romance writer who lives in Western New York with her husband, Inspiration, and her daughter, Too Cute for Words. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out on Twitter. Her debut novel, Talk to Me, was released by Loose Id on March 22, 2011. Head Games, Buffalo Intimidators book 1, released on November 2, 2011 from Siren Bookstrand, Caught will release December 13, 2011 from Loose Id, and Impact will come in early 2012 from Ellora’s Cave. For more information about Cassandra, check out her website at http://www.booksbycassandracarr.com, “like” her Facebook fan page athttp://www.facebook.com/AuthorCassandraCarr or follow her on Twitter at http://www.twitter.com/Cassandra_Carr.
BLURB: Leo Laporte and Scott Schaeffer are teammates on the ice and roommates off it who also share women. They’ve been coming into Kelly Chase’s bistro after games for months, and they know they want her. As the attraction grows, the men realize they want more than a one-night stand – they want forever.
Kelly’s not so sure. Yes, she wants both men. But a permanent ménage relationship? That’s taking giving her heart away to a whole new level, and a chance she’s hesitant to take. Then Leo is injured and Scott’s on the trading block, and she realizes this may be her only shot at true, everlasting love.
There are so many questions swirling around inside Kelly’s head. Can she believe in Leo and Scott’s love? And will her business and her reputation survive once people find out she’s with two men?
And here is the whole first chapter of Head Games for your pleasure!!

“I can’t take it anymore!” Leo Laporte, goaltender for the Buffalo Intimidators, glared at his teammates as they glided past him after the third goal in the first ten minutes of the game was scored. “You guys either play some fucking defense or I’ll jam my stick where the sun don’t shine! You got that?” Crouching down into his stance, he banged said stick on each post just as he did before every face-off at center ice. Looking up, he saw the head coach, Tom, waving at him. A quick glance to Tom’s left showed his goaltending partner, Scott Schaeffer, warming up. “Fuck!”
Tom called a time-out, and Leo skated to the bench, bracing for the tirade. “You guys need to get your heads outta your asses, pronto. You’re down by three already and the game’s hardly even ten minutes old. Since you don’t seem to want to play for Leo tonight, we’ll see how you do with Scott in net.” Tom threw a sympathetic look Scott’s way. “Good luck saving anything with these jackasses in front of you.” Tom wasn’t known for mincing words, and tonight was no exception.
Leo opened the door to the bench and squeezed around one of the team’s hulking defensemen as best he could. 
Glaring at the man, he thought, Slug’s not good for much tonight. Certainly not getting out of my way.
The guy was built like a tank and made a much better door than he did a window, as Leo could attest on that third goal. The puck had been in the net before Leo had even been able to react.
Leo clapped Scott on the shoulder. “Good luck, man.”
Scott nodded and took the ice. Performing a few quick stretches in the crease, he raised his catching glove to signal his readiness to continue play. Leo sat down, taking a long pull from a water bottle he’d grabbed from the shelf in front of him. No one said a word to him, which was just fine. 
The team responded to Scott being in net and scored two goals by the end of the first. Leo stalked into the dressing room, heading straight for the can. Just as he’d planned, by the time he got out, the second period was about to start. Tom told him he was going to continue to play Scott to see if they couldn’t salvage the game, and Leo nodded. It irked him that he’d been left out to dry, but he also knew damn well they’d done the same to Scott in the past. It was one of those weird hockey things no one could put a finger on, and Leo didn’t even try.
After trundling back to the bench for the second period, his stomach growled. The noise caused his mind to wander, straight to the tall, curvy woman with a mess of curls his hands just itched to plunge into. Right now, Kelly Chase was probably pulling her famous apple pie out of the oven at the bistro where he and Scott had been going for dinner after games for nearly a year. Thinking about seeing her made his cock harden inside his jock and he willed it down. Having a hard-on when wearing a cup was a pretty damn unpleasant experience—one he wasn’t eager to go through at the moment.
He’d bet she knew he’d been pulled, but he’d also put money on the fact that if anyone made an ass-hatted comment about why, she’d shut them right up. Kelly knew her hockey, and she watched every game on the big screen TV housed behind the counter at her bistro as best she could in between cooking meals for the customers. He could almost smell her special sour cream apple pie. She only made it on home game days when she knew Leo and Scott would be coming in afterward for their postgame meal. She’d even named it after the team, calling it “Intimidating Apple Pie.” There was sure as hell nothing intimidating about it, but it was definitely sinful, which was just how he liked it.
Thinking about her and her pie brought his mind to other subjects, like what she was most likely wearing that night. It drove him crazy the way she dressed in these cute little light-pink T-shirts with “Kelly’s” emblazoned on the front, right across her ample breasts. Even her chef’s clogs—also light pink—were cute. But her body wasn’t cute. It was sexy as hell. She was all bumps and curves, in all the right places. She wasn’t a dainty little thing, standing only about an inch shorter than his five foot ten, and he loved that about her.It gave him something to hold on to, should he ever be blessed with the opportunity to get into her checkered chef’s pants.
Leo was jerked out of his lust-hazed stupor by the “heads up” shout from his teammates. A puck was sailing right for him, and he automatically knocked it down with his blocker before it could do any damage. He didn’t wear his goalie mask on the bench, and if his reflexes weren’t lightning quick, he would’ve taken a puck right to his grill.
Head in the game, Leo.
Settling back, he watched his team tie it up by the end of the second. During intermission, Tom took both he and Scott aside and said he wanted to put Leo back in. Scott shrugged. He’d always been the more easygoing of the two men. Their combined personalities meshed well, which translated into a successful goaltending partnership and a friendship that had spanned nearly eight years.
Leo stretched out and took the ice for the third. Their opponent seemed momentarily surprised by another goaltending change but recovered quickly and gave the Intimidators a challenge. In the end, Leo got the win by one goal. After accepting the congratulations of his teammates, he bopped Scott on the head as they left the ice together. “Kelly’s is on you tonight, bro,” Scott said.
Leo snorted. He’d been expecting no less. “Not a problem. I hope she made apple pie.”
“She always makes apple pie if there’s a home game.”
They rushed through their postgame interviews and hopped into the shower. Only a half hour after the buzzer, they were climbing into Leo’s Range Rover on their way to Kelly’s. When they walked in, she turned from behind the counter to greet them. Leo caught sight of her luscious tits straining the material of her T-shirt and his dick twitched. He quickly ran his hand over it.
Down, boy.
“Hey guys. Good game, both of you.”
“Thanks,” they answered in unison, sliding onto stools.
“How about some apple pie?” Leo said, licking his lips already. An image of him nibbling pieces of it off of her flew into his head. Man, was he horny tonight…
Kelly put her hands on her hips. “You know better than that. I never let you have apple pie until after you eat a good meal.”
Leo rolled his eyes. “Fine.” Perusing the specials written on a chalkboard underneath the TV, he ordered shepherd’s pie. Scott asked for a chicken souvlaki wrap, and they settled back to relax as Kelly went into the kitchen to make their food. “I fuckin’ love those T-shirts. I’d give up a mil of my salary just to be that T-shirt for a day.”
“Don’t I know it…” Since it was late, Kelly was waiting tables herself, in addition to cooking, and both of them tracked her as she bustled around behind the counter. Coming back over, she poured them both ice waters and plopped silverware in front of them before going into the back once again. There were still a few customers, but everyone gave the Intimidators their privacy here—it was one of the reasons Leo and Scott loved to come here so much. The primary reason, of course, was Kelly herself. 
“Okay, so let’s go over everything again—make sure we’re on the same page here,” Leo urged.
“All right. Can’t hurt. We need to present a united front if we’re gonna do this.”
“Exactly. So both of us want her.” They’d been attracted to Kelly since the moment they’d laid eyes on her, but had come to the realization a few months ago that their feelings ran deeper than simple lust.
Scott nodded, his eyes as determined and focused as Leo had ever seen them. “Yes, we both want her, and the only way that will work is if we share her. But we need to make it clear at some point, maybe not right up front, that we want her more than just sex.”
“And we think tonight is the night?”
“She’s definitely intrigued.” Scott paused and Leo could practically see the wheels turning in his friend’s head. “Even when we mentioned a threesome last week, she didn’t run.”
“Yeah, and did you see the expression on her face? She wants it.”
“I think so, too. But don’t forget. We can’t push her too hard. And everything one of us does affects the other. We can’t let her tear us apart, and if this thing starts to do that, we need to reconsider.”
“Agreed,” Leo answered. He held up his fist. “Even now, even with Kelly, bros over hos, man.” The two men did a quick fist bump and Leo relaxed a little.
A few minutes later, Kelly backed out of the kitchen, her arms laden with plates, and both men paused to admire her ass in her tight chef’s pants. She caught them staring and just shook her head, laughing. 
Yes, they were done waiting for her to come around. It was time to put Operation Seduction into action.

Thanks so much to Cassandra for being here!! Remember to comment to WIN Cassandra’s trading cards and to get an entry in my Nov 20 drawing. More details about the drawing are at http://beautifulboysbooks.blogspot.com  :  )

WINNERS!!! Deceptive Attraction Winners

Hi all– Wow. Thanks so much to everyone for making the first leg of the Deceptive Attraction Blog Tour Contest  a roaring success. We had so much enthusiasm i decided to give away two books. So i am now waiting to hear back from our WINNERS–

Tammy Ramey 
and
Jean P. 

Congratulations, both of you! They actually get their choice of Deceptive Attraction and Golden Dancer so i’m looking forward to knowing which they will choose.

The Blog Tour Contest rolls on!! The  last drawing is all the way out on Nov 20. It is a Grand Prize drawing for a copy of Deceptive Attraction PLUS a Bag of Swag from both me and other authors that i collected at GayRomLit and even a couple items from RT. If you have entered already at any venue you are entered in the drawing on Nov 20. No need to enter again. If you entered at one of the guest blogs but did NOT enter here on this blog, go ahead and comment, leave your email and FOLLOW the blog. This also applies if you haven’t entered at all yet.

There will be a bunch more guest blog opportunities to earn extra entries like a party at The Romance Studio next Thursday plus guest blogs at Sizzling Hot Books and Coffee Time Romance the week after. But i’ll be posting all the links when we get closer.

Meanwhile, this Sunday, Natalie Acres will be on the Author Blog with her hot cowboy romances. Come over and leave a comment for her and you will earn an entry in the Grand Prize drawing. Thats this Sunday and Monday Nov 6 and 7 at http://taralain.blogspot.com

Whew. Thank you again everyone. It was so fun to see your comments on the guest blogs and here at Beautiful Boys. I so appreciate your enthusiasm for my books.

And speaking of books, I haven’t had a chance to tell you that my paranormal romance called Spell Cat was contracted by Loose Id and will be coming out in the spring. It’s about WITCHES!! M/M witches of course, LOL And one great cat.

Much more to come on that score. But up next is Mistletowed. You can read about it on my website. It’s something a bit different. Coming Dec 13!

More soon.  Have a great weekend.  :  )

Win Deceptive Attraction!! Ready … Set ….

Hi everyone–

Here comes Deceptive Attraction! It releases November 1 from Loose Id! This is the one many of you have told me you can’t wait to read. Thank you so much. The third in the Genetic Attraction series, this is Caleb’s story. But your favorites, Roan, Jake and Em, are in there too.

Since we’ve done a ton of blog touring over the last half year, the celebration of Deceptive Attraction will be a bit more informal. There will be events and guest blogs and lots of chances to win a copy of the book. Plus, there will be one big grand prize that will include a book and a bunch of swag from me and a number of other authors. That drawing will be on November 20 and anyone who enters at any event prior to that time will be entered for the  grand prize drawing (if they want to be).

First, do the usual. Sign up here on the Blog. Do three things–leave a comment, include your email and follow the blog. This gets you an entry into a drawing on November 4th for Deceptive Attraction and an entry into the grand prize drawing on November 20th. But there are a bunch more chances to win the book and most of them are this coming week so heads up! Plan to participate if you can. :  )

Here are the first week’s events. At some of them you’ll have a chance to win a book. At all of them you receive another entry into the November 4th drawing.

  • Oct 28-31 Friday through Monday — Spookapalooza at The Romance Studio.  Party!! for 4 days. Yes. This will be a ridiculous amount of fun. Come over and leave me a comment to get an extra entry on Nov 4, but ALSO be sure to sign up for the prize giveaways because Deceptive Attraction will be among the prizes.
  • Also October 30 Sunday — Gay Day at Ethan Day’s Yahoo Group. Come over and chat and again, you’ll get an extra entry in the drawing Nov 4, PLUS the book will be given away at the event.
  • November 1  Tuesday –The Release of Deceptive Attraction!
  • November 1 — I’m blogging at Cassandra Carr’s Come say hi!. You’ll get an extra entry.
  • November 2  Wednesday– Blogging at Paperback Dolls — Androgyny to the max! Comment for Another entry
  • November 3 Thursday — Blogging at Mina Carter’s. Cool heroines.  Comment. Another entry!
  • November 3 — Cup of Porn! – Favorite Places to find gorgeous guys. Last entry of the week!
The Drawing for an ecopy of Deceptive Attraction will be on Friday November 4th! Remember to leave me your email.  After that, watch this site for additional events that will happen sporadically before the 20th of November when we have the grand prize drawing. (The offer of 4 extra entries for an Amazon review of Golden Dancer is still in effect! Just send me an email as a heads up.)
Okay. That’s all for now. You can start signing up here on the blog RIGHT NOW!!!!!.  Can’t wait to get this book into your hands. Email me with any questions. 

This Thursday. October 27, special guest Iris Deorre will visit the Author Blog. Come say hi. Thank you for visiting the blog. :  )

Some Deceptive Attraction Instead! Excerpt!

Hi everyone–

I’m so sorry you will miss meeting author Rachael Leigh today, however she had a family emergency that is taking her away from her blog tour this week. We wish her well and hope to see her here soon.

Sooo, how about a little Deceptive Attraction! This is my brand new book coming out on November 1 from Loose Id. It’s the third book in the Genetic Attraction series although you can read it first if you want to. Here’s a blurb and an excerpt. (Hint: There is also an excerpt posted at Beautiful Boys Books, so if you read them both you’ll have a great grasp on the book!) Copies of the new book will be given away at all kinds of events starting this weekend. Check Beautiful Boys Books for the schedule as well as the Events section of my Website

Excerpt: Deceptive Attraction by Tara Lain; M/M/F Contemporary

Available from Loose Id

Caleb Martin faces a life crisis — and he’s pretty embarrassed about it. A talented soccer star, he has the chance to sign a lucrative five year contract and be rich and famous. Two problems — Cal is gay and signing the contract means he has to stay in the closet, maybe for life. Plus, he’ll have to spend his years diving for soccer balls when he’d like to be helping people like the rest of his family. A one-night stand with a beautiful man rocks Cal, but the guy vanishes only to reappear where Cal is house-sitting. Too much coincidence? And then a cute tomboy throws Cal’s life choices into confusion. How could he wind up with a commitmentphobe and a woman dedicated to her work in Africa? Oh yeah, and then there’s a big surprise in a snowstorm. Cosmic joker strikes again.

 

She’d talked him into it.

Walking toward the Blade gay bar, Angel bobbed ahead of him, apparently oblivious to the cold, and bouncing with enthusiasm. He had to admit she looked seriously cute. Actually the word was hot, but he wasn’t going there.

She’d traded the baggies for a trim pair of skinny jeans. It was a testament to her boyishness that she still didn’t look feminine, despite the way the denim hugged her hips. She’d worn a slightly baggy T-shirt, and what breasts she had were squashed under some kind of camisole thing she’d revealed while they were in the kitchen by pulling her T-shirt up to her face. Over it all, she wore a trim leather jacket that was definitely unisex. And it was green, kind of a yellowy green color. Really pretty with her hair and creamy skin, but not too girlie for a fashionable gay guy to pick. She topped — or maybe bottomed — off the whole outfit with cool Converse sneakers. A perfect little twink.

What about her voice? Would guys immediately know she wasn’t a boy? He hadn’t. Lots of young guys had higher voices, and so did lots of gay guys. Like Elijah. He winced and shied from the thought. Get a grip, Martin. You’re supposed to be looking for sex, not worrying about Angel — or Eli.

She’d gotten to the entrance first and waited for him. The place was pretty subdued. Just a small sign and a pleasant country-home exterior. Very Connecticut. But he saw what he expected was cigarette smoke coming from a driveway at the side of the club. Probably some outdoor action going on there. She pulled open the door before he could do it. Yeah, had to remember not to treat her like a girl.

Inside? Not so subdued. A live band was playing pop music fronted by a girl with a gravelly, sexy voice. Interesting. There was a bar along the wall, not quite as big as the one at the Flamingo, but a much bigger dance floor. Male couples and a few female pairs filled the floor, hugging tight, but with no overt grinding. Good. For Angel, at least.

A man who looked like he’d be more at home in a political campaign than a gay bar stood behind a small reception podium. He surveyed the two of them and pointed a finger toward Angel. “Is he old enough?”

Oh shit. He hadn’t thought about the carding thing.

Angel laughed. “Sure. See.” She held out a license. Had she been holding it all along? Fortunately the host glanced but didn’t take it. Somewhere on that card, probably under Angel’s finger, was an incriminating F for female. The host looked Angel up and down. “You’re a pretty boy.” He nodded at Cal. “This your boyfriend?”

She smiled. “Just a friend.”

The preppy guy leaned toward her. “Look me up before you leave.”

“Thanks. But I’m just here to dance.”

“I like to dance. Maybe when I get off at two?”

Cal grabbed her arm. “C’mon, Angel.”

She looked back at the host as Cal dragged her away. “Thanks. That’s past my bedtime.”

He gave her arm a little jerk. “What was that all about?”

“Just making friends.”

He hauled her toward a small table that was opening up as two men, clearly intent on things that topped Cal’s priority list, moved toward the entrance.

Angel wouldn’t be hauled. As they passed the dance floor, she just started bobbing and weaving. Cal couldn’t hold her, and she slipped onto the floor by herself. In seconds two guys had split their couple and were dancing around her. She threw her head back and laughed, tight butt wriggling.

Cal hurried to grab the table, sat, and looked back. He could just make her out in the middle of the moving crowd.

Okay, time to do some serious scoping. He turned in his chair so he could survey the men at the tables and the bar. A few were alone. A couple of nice-looking men. His come-hither look was a bit rusty. Maybe if he just looked available.

A harried waiter leaned in to the table, and Cal ordered a beer. What did Angel want? Hell, make it two beers.

The beer arrived pretty quickly, although Cal couldn’t figure how the waiter moved that fast in the crowd. He took a sip. How does an available man look? Alone. Yeah, that’s what he was.

He saw an attractive blond over at the bar, looking at him. Hmm. Likely candidate. But the blond hair wasn’t curly, and he bet those eyes weren’t gold. He glanced again toward the dance floor. That sure was one cute butt.

* * * * *

Oh merde, when was the last time she’d had this much fun? Angel circled the two dancers who were partnering her. Both cute. Thought she was a boy, obviously, because they were flirting like mad. They must not be a couple. But at the moment, it was all about the dancing.

She looked over toward the table. Oh. Yeah, well Caleb had found himself some really attractive company. They were sitting together, heads close, sipping beer. She wanted to be happy for him. She’d try. But this was one gay guy she wished wasn’t. First, gorgeous. Way prettier than he realized. Tall and lean, with that wild, brown and blond mixed hair that looked like he spent his life in the sun. And the clear blue eyes that crinkled at the edges when he smiled. Plus, he was nice and smart and fun despite the fact that she’d pretty much wrecked his vacation. Oh well. She did a spin, and one of the men grabbed her hand and circled her just as the song ended.

She fell back a couple of steps. Bam, solid wall. Warm wall. Hands grabbed her shoulders. She looked up into black eyes that shone with naughty intent.

The dancer smiled, revealing a row of even, white teeth. Yeah, the better to eat you with. “Hi, pretty.”

“Hi.”

“I’m Carlos. You want to dance with me?” His voice danced with a smooth Latino accent.

The music had changed to slow and sultry. Hmm. Maybe not such a good idea. “Okay.”

She slipped into his arms. He was tallish, maybe five-eleven, and the hair was as black as the eyes. Pret-ty. “I’m Angel.”

He cocked his head. “Angel?” He pronounced it “Ahn-hel,” in the Spanish fashion.

“Yeah, I guess. But it’s Americanized.” She neglected to mention that it was short for Angelica.

He pulled her in close. Okay, need to keep a little distance here. It felt nice to be close to a man, even if he was gay. She’d broken up with Mitchell months ago, and her crazy schedule made a social life — read sex life — pretty sparse.

She felt soft lips against her ear. “You really are a pretty one.”

“Thanks.” She gulped a little. This guy was so sexy. She wasn’t used to such overt sensuality.

He pulled her a little tighter, and she could feel his stiff erection pressing on her abdomen. Again, she tried to pull away without being insulting, but she was about to get outed, and not in a good way.

His lips were on her ear again. “Don’t worry, Ahn-hel. I know your secret, and it’s safe with me.”

She pulled back. What the —

He smiled at her with those teeth again. “I know you’re a girl, pretty, and I like it just fine.”


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