GOLDEN DANCER by Tara Lain 99 Cents! DEATH DANCER is $2.99! #romanticsuspense #gayromance

Hi–

If you act fast, you can get GOLDEN DANCER for only 99 cents. Here is the link at Amazon. This is a MMM menage that brings together an investigative reporter, a billionaire art collector who just may a thief, and an amazing ballet dancer. There’s really nasty bad guys, art theft, kidnapping, daring escapes and lots more.

Then if you like romantic suspense, you can move on to my murder mystery, DEATH DANCER for only $2.99. This is a gay romance between a bad boy ballet dancer and a stick-up-the-butt cop. Here’s the link on Amazon.

Lots of other exciting things are happening. Brush with Catastrophe and Return of the Chauffeur’s Son are both available for pre-order. And COWBOYS DON’T RIDE UNICORNS releases next week on the 22nd! Whew.

Thank you for coming by!  : )

10 Movie Endings You’re Probably Getting Wrong #films

Hi–

I’m on a short trip so i’m posting fun videos about movies I think you’ll enjoy. Here are 10 Movie Endings You’re Probably Getting Wrong. Maybe not. Take a  look and see.

Thanks for coming by. Watch for the Cover Reveal of Brush With Catastrophe coming on March 14th! And be sure to pre-order Cowboys Don’t Ride Unicorns which releases on March 22nd.

Valentine’s Love is Love Sale! 25% Off! #DreamspinnerPress

Hi —

Happy Valentines Day and week and happy Love is Love Sale at Dreamspinner Press. The entire store is 25% OFF through 2/18.

Click HERE

This means you can grab my new FIRE BALLS for only $3.74

If you’d like to read the first book in the series VOLLEY BALLS (you don’t have to, the book stands alone) it’s also $3.74

COWBOYS DON’T COME OUT is only $5.24

And, of course, all my other books are also on sale along with the books of all the amazing Dreamspinner authors! Time for a Valentine’s treat!

Click HERE!

Writing the Stories We Want to Hear #Romanceauthors #Audiobooks

Hi! I hope you’ve entered to win a $15 Amazon GC in my VOLLEY BALLS Blog Tour! I’ve had an interesting experience lately, which has led me to a comforting realization. We romance authors are Writing the Stories We Want to Hear.

What led to this visceral realization was listening to my own books in audio. Since i’m lucky enough to have all my audiobooks produced for me by Dreamspinner Press, i don’t actually listen to them in totality before they come out. Up until now, i hadn’t listened to them at all. But then i really got hooked on audiobooks. I listen to other people’s books at the gym, on walks and even at night before i go to sleep. So i started wondering how painful it would be to hear one of my books. I’d always assumed it would drive me nuts to listen to my own writing, but i decided to give it a shot. I downloaded Knight of Ocean Avenuewhich has over 200 reviews on Audible. With some trepidation, i started listening. Long story sort — I loved it. I loved the characters and the story. I found that listening to it read gave me enough distance that i no suppressed by criticality and just enjoyed it as i would someone else’s story.

That got me going and i’ve become an ardent fan of listening to Tara Lain books! LOL. I’ve listened to Knave of Broken Hearts, Sinders and Ash, Taylor Maid, and i’m now in the middle of Prince of the Playhouse. Sure i hear the mistakes, both in reading and writing, but overall, i realize i write these stories because i love them and want to hear them told. I can’t describe what a relief that is. Like all authors, my books get hammered from time to time by bad reviews or people who don’t like them. Of course, i’m delighted to say i get lots of good reviews too. But knowing that fundamentally i wouldn’t have told the story differently, even if there are people who didn’t like it, is an actual relief.

We authors depend on our readers. We love them and appreciate every word they read. They make it possible for us to do our job — which is writing books. But deep down, we tell the stories we want to hear and live in delight that others want to hear them too.

My newest Audiobooks are Lord of a Thousand Steps and Beauty, Inc. I’m working my way toward them — and i hope you enjoy them too.

Make Your Resolutions SMART Goals and WIN! #goalsetting

FireworksHi and Happy New Year! A lot of us make New Years Resolutions, but they usually go by the wayside pretty quickly. One of the reasons is that they aren’t SMART. So this year, Make Your Resolutions SMART Goals and Win! The idea of SMART Goals was originally attributed to management goal setting but has since been adapted to authors. Here’s what you need to know to create goals that you actually achieve —

S — Specific

If your goals are vague ideas of things that might be nice to have, you’ll never achieve them because you won’t recognize them when you get there.

M — Measurable

How will you know when you’ve achieved the goal? What EXACTLY will tell you that you got there?

A — Achievable

It might be nice to set a goal to be a NYT bestselling author but you can’t achieve that. Other people do. What achievable steps will you take to be an NYT bestseller? Those are your goals.

R — Relevant

What’s the point of setting goals that don’t relate to what you ultimately want to achieve? You want to be a successful writer? Signing up for that painting class isn’t relevant — unless you plan to write about it.

T– Time related

If you don’t know by when your goal must be achieved, you can’t muster the forces to get you there. SMART goals always have a specific time limit.

So that’s it. Decide what you want to achieve in a day, a week, a month, 3 months, 6 months, by the end of the year. When you get there, you’ll have a lot to show for it! If you want to be a novelist,  i strongly suggest you begin with a goal stating how many words you will write in a day. People ask me how i write so many books. The answer is one day at a time.

Have the best year yet!   : )

COWBOYS DON’T COME OUT is Released! Prizes!

Hi and Welcome! Today, I’m delighted to tell you that my first ever cowboy romance, COWBOYS DON’T COME OUT is Released.  It’s now available everywhere. I really hope you enjoy it. and be sure to enter to win a $20 Amazon GC by entering on the Rafflecopter below. Thanks so much for coming by!

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Cowboys Don’t Come Out
by Tara Lain
 
Blurb:
Rand McIntyre settles for good enough. He loves his small California ranch, raising horses, and teaching riding to the kids he adores—but having kids of his own and someone to love means coming out, and that would jeopardize everything he’s built. Then, despite his terror of flying, he goes on a holiday to Hana, Hawaii with his parents and meets the dark and mysterious Kai Kealoha, a genuine Hawaiian cowboy. Rand takes to Kai’s kid brother and sister as much as he drools over Kai, but the guy sports more prickles than a horned toad, and more secrets than the exotic land he comes from.
Kai’s earned his privacy and lives to protect his “kids.” He ought to stay away from the big, handsome cowboy for everyone’s sake—but since the guy’s just a haole on a short vacation, how much damage can he do? When all of Kai’s worst fears and Rand’s darkest nightmares come true at once, there’s not much chance for two cowboys who can’t—or won’t—come out.
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Also available in paperback
Excerpts

 

He stopped
and tried to hear over the rushing of the surf out beyond the reef if anyone
else hid in the dark. No sounds. Fortunately, no big water hit this beach, so
he didn’t have to worry about getting swamped. Actually, between the lapping
waves and the brilliant moonlight, the scene resembled some fairy-tale romance.
Fuck that.
Right where
the dry sand verged on the wet, he flopped on his butt. What she’d said—that he
settled for a good-enough life. That he wasn’t happy. Don’t I get to decide that?
He leaned
back on his elbows. Yeah, but she’s
right. I created a whole life—as if I was somebody else. Most people find “the
one” and build a future so it suits them both. I imagined a cowboy and slid
into his boots—Rand McIntyre. Say that with a drawl, son. Just one problem. I’m
gay—always have been—and cowboys don’t come out. Where does that leave me?
A-fucking-lone, pardner. Always will be.
You’re not the only gay cowboy.
Have you seen Brokeback
Mountain? Shit.
Phosphorescence
sparkled on the tops of the waves farther out. Pretty. Guess there could be all kinds of weird man-eating shit in that water.
Do you think more sharks and barracudas swim at night than during
the day?
Yeah, right.
He sprang up,
stripped his Hawaiian shirt off and tossed it on the sand, then pulled off the
shorts his mom had given him. Commando. What would it feel like to have fishes
nibbling at his balls? Not like anybody else was doing any nibbling. He strode
into the water. Whoa! Not cold, just
startling.
When he waded
out past his thighs, his penis and balls started to float. He chuckled. Kind of
like being a kid in the bathtub. Endless hours of fun playing with your own
built-in toys. A few more steps, and he submerged to his shoulders. He gave a
tiny shiver. Weird being sunk in inky blackness. Still, the water felt good. He
kicked off and swam a few yards out, turned, and stroked back towards shore. He
wasn’t a good enough swimmer to push his luck alone at night.

 

After
treading water a couple of minutes, he pulled himself back into the shallows
and sat on the hard wet beach. He glanced down. Some shrinkage, but his balls
still lay on the sand. Remember to rinse
them off or you’ll itch.
Slowly he released his breath. What was he going
to do? Answer? Same as always. Nothing. He couldn’t risk all the great shit
he’d made to try to make it better.

 

 

Inside,
twilight dim. The room smelled warm and spicy. Funny, he hadn’t put that scent
together with Rand—but it was his, through and through. Nobody here. “Hello?”
“Looking for
me?” Rand walked out of the bathroom wearing a heart-stopping, breath-robbing
towel around his hips—uh, except for the slice of bare groin revealed because
the towel stood out in front like a banyan tree canopy. That cotton tent had to
be a lot more comfortable than the tight denim smothering Kai’s rising cock.
Too much air
flowed out with Kai’s words and made him sound like he’d just run a
half-marathon. “I was hoping that message about your nap might be intended for
me.”
“Yep.”
“So what did
you have in mind, cowboy?” Man, his heart throbbed in his dick. It ought to be
dancing the salsa.
“Some riding
lessons.”
“You’re the
teacher.”
“Nah, I’m the
quarter horse.”
Heart—stopped. “You want to
bottom?”
“Yep.”
“Holy hell.”
Rand stared
at Kai’s jeans and grinned. “You like that idea?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Good.
Condoms and lube are on the bed. My ass, I mean stallion, is at your service.”
Kai staggered
to the footstool in front of the corner chair, collapsed into it, and started
yanking at his boots. Rand walked over slow and easy-like. “Take your hat,
cowboy, or you want to fuck with it on?”
Fuck? Oh
shit, how long since he’d been with a man? A person? His cock steamed and
bobbed.

 

Rand grabbed
Kai’s Stetson and tossed it onto the coffee table, then took hold of Kai’s
other boot. The combination of two boots half-off flipped Kai onto his back on
the chair like a giant turtle. Rand hauled off the one boot, then grabbed the other
and pulled it too, sent both flying, then yanked on Kai’s jeans. “So much
trouble getting riders properly dressed.”

 

 

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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STONE and SHELL by Lloyd Meeker! Love and the 8 Year Old

stoneandshell-fHi and welcome! Please join me in unfurling the red carpet for my friend, Lloyd Meeker, who has brought us a charming and unusual romance for the holidays. It’s called STONE and SHELL by Lloyd Meeker. Here’s Lloyd to tell you all about it —

Early last spring I came across a submission call asking for romantic short stories with a winter holiday theme, I knew immediately the kind of story I wanted to write — a story told from the point of view of an eight-year-old boy who wanted a new husband for his dad. And so The Courtship of Eddie’s Father met winter solstice magic.

I realized that while the story was incredibly romantic to me, it wasn’t the usual romance told from the POV of one or both of the romantic leads. I understood it was a gamble. But I couldn’t envision the story any other way. To be frank, I’ve written three stories for anthology calls, and none of them were accepted by the publisher who put out the call. Happily for me, they each found a different path to print. I’m really grateful to NineStar Press for giving this story a home.

When that initial inspiration for the story struck, I didn’t appreciate the most basic and important challenge I would face writing it: I’d never tackled a story from a child’s point of view. I quickly discovered my imagination is better than my memory. It’s been a long time – 60 years – since I was an eight-year-old boy. So rather than rely on my memories of what my rather complicated and unhappy life was like as an eight-year-old, I decided to create an eight-year-old character very much like I would create a character of any age for a story: what was Howie Evinger like?

Well, he was smart, gentle, unusually observant, and wore glasses. He liked to think about stuff, and was sensitive to an adult’s irritation. His dad was a psychotherapist, which meant Howie was likely to be exposed to a level of language and ideas that some of his contemporaries might not be. For example, he knows that his dad is gay, and that it’s not as big a deal as it used to be in times past. He knows that until two years ago his dad was in a relationship with Joel. And he knows that his dad loves him completely.

This brought me to my most important “aha” moment. Howie would understand life events (like his dad’s breakup with Joel) through personal impact, but would be unable to grasp the adult reasons behind them. So an observant eight-year-old boy might see the world as a kind of puzzle, with pieces that sometimes don’t make sense to him. He’s busy learning for himself, and at the same time learning how to navigate the behavior and world views of the adults around him.

My heart went out to Howie, feeling deeply his naïveté and his fragile, unabashed, innocent sincerity, his sense of responsibility to help his dad find a new partner. I felt his irrepressible sense of adventure and mission, and his eagerness to call on some of his Buddhist Wiccan aunt Shanna’s quirky wisdom to succeed.

As soon as that happened, this little story just poured out, and I still happily tear up a bit when I read it. I hope you do too!

Buy Link:

http://ninestarpress.com/product/stone-and-shell/

Blurb:

Eight-year-old Howie Evinger is convinced that his dad would be happier if he found a new husband. Howie would be happier, too. And somewhere out there in the city of Vancouver, there’s the right man for his dad to love. But how to find him? That’s a problem, especially if you’re just a kid and your dad says he doesn’t want another husband.

With the help of his quirky aunt who calls herself a Buddhist Wiccan, Howie builds his very own solstice altar with cool symbols to support his search. It has a candle, a feather and a twisty stick, plus an agate for his dad, and a scallop shell for his new husband. Share Howie’s solstice adventure as he learns how real magic requires courage and patience as well as symbols.

**********

This sounds so great I’m anxious to read it. Thank you so much for coming by the blog. See you soon. : )

Cover Reveal – COWBOYS DON’T COME OUT by Tara Lain

 
Cowboys Don’t Come Out
by Tara Lain
Hi and welcome to Cover Reveal – COWBOYS DON’T COME OUT! Do you like the new cover by Reese Dante? This is my first ever cowboy romance and since it’s special for the holidays, it has a unique twist. Keep reading to see what that is. This is the first book in a whole new series. The next one will be out for RT! I hope you enjoy my sexy cowboys and get ready for a wild ride!
Blurb:
Rand McIntyre settles for good enough. He loves his small California ranch, raising horses, and teaching riding to the kids he adores—but having kids of his own and someone to love means coming out, and that would jeopardize everything he’s built. Then, despite his terror of flying, he goes on a holiday to Hana, Hawaii with his parents and meets the dark and mysterious Kai Kealoha, a genuine Hawaiian cowboy. Rand takes to Kai’s kid brother and sister as much as he drools over Kai, but the guy sports more prickles than a horned toad, and more secrets than the exotic land he comes from.
Kai’s earned his privacy and lives to protect his “kids.” He ought to stay away from the big, handsome cowboy for everyone’s sake—but since the guy’s just a haole on a short vacation, how much damage can he do? When all of Kai’s worst fears and Rand’s darkest nightmares come true at once, there’s not much chance for two cowboys who can’t—or won’t—come out.
Release Date: 
December 6, 2016
Available for pre-order at

 

Also available in paperback
Excerpts

 

By now the place was jumping. People had been
squeezing into the cracks ever since they arrived, and the music clearly
signaled dancing time. Couples bopped out onto the floor and the Texas
two-step, Hawaiian style, began.
Rand slugged back a mouthful of beer. “You wanna?”
“You can dance? Hell yes.”
She was out of the booth and onto the floor in record
time. Apparently she didn’t get enough dancing. She’s come to the right place. Dancing
R Us.
He took her in the semiclose two-step hold and set off onto the
floor.
After a couple of twirls and close-hold side-by-sides,
she grinned up at him. “You really can dance.”
“As advertised.” That might be the only thing about
him that was.
A few people had come to the edge of the dance floor
and were clapping Rand and Julie on. Rand released his inner exhibitionist and
put on a little show. Julie had no problem keeping up. Suddenly a loud whistle
cut through the music, and someone yelled, “Go Kai!”
Rand looked around and saw a guy dancing with a pretty
redhead. Whoa. Maybe he should say a
pretty guy dancing with a redhead—tallish, lean, with caramel skin that glowed
in the soft light, and below-the-ear-length black hair that swayed under his
cowboy hat as he danced. And shit, could that guy dance. Graceful, sure-footed,
and sexy. Holy hell.
“Hey, can’t stand the competition?”
“What?” Julie grinned at him. Damn, he’d stopped
dancing to watch. “Oh, hell no.”

 

The band segued into something far more up-tempo and
fiddle-based. Most of the dancers gave up, but not the beautiful guy. He just
stepped it up and out, twirling his partner across the floor. Rand took up the
gauntlet, adding in some line-dance steps. Julie picked it up fast, and they
held their own. Rand glanced at the other couple and got a stare from Mr.
Gorgeous, who filled out his jeans like sin in blue denim, his ass rounding the
back and worn fabric cupping his package in front. Stop looking, asshole, before you get a very embarrassing boner.

 

 

He half opened
one eye. Boobs! And large blue eyes somewhere above them. The redhead leaned
over and peered at him. He opened the other eye, trying to stare at her face
and not her breasts or the guy’s cock directly behind her. “Hi.”
She stood
upright, which brought her breasts into a less dangly position. Beside her, the
cute, dark-haired girl stood with her arms crossed and her legs crossed, which
managed to pretty much obscure her girlie parts.
The redhead
smiled. “Aren’t you the guy who was dancing at the bar last night?”
“I was
dancing there, yes.” His eyes pulled toward the man, but he yanked them back.
“You’re
really good. Where’d you learn such a mean two-step?”
“Uh, I, uh, I’m a rancher, sort of. I mean, I raise horses and—”
“You’re a
cowboy!” She sort of jumped, which proved distracting despite his limited
interest in her charms. She looked over her shoulder. “Kai, another cowboy.”
She stuck out her fist. Rand hesitated, then bumped his fist against hers. “I’m
Audrey, by the way. This is Moke.” She pointed to the girl, who nodded. Then
she turned. “And this is Kai. He’s a paniolo.”
Kai also
nodded but didn’t step forward or offer a hand. His expression? Wary, maybe. At
best, neutral.
Audrey
definitely claimed the spokesperson title. “So are you coming back to the
club?”
“Uh, I’d
like to. I haven’t made any plans or anything.”
“Why don’t
you come with us tonight? Moke’s a real good dancer, and we can switch and
stuff. I mean, if your girlfriend wouldn’t mind.” She fluttered her lashes just
a tiny bit. Hmm. He’d been operating
on the assumption she was Kai’s girlfriend. Maybe Moke was?
Moke looked
pleasant, but Kai didn’t look especially welcoming. “She’s not my girlfriend.
We just met yesterday at the hotel.” Audrey smiled bigger. He shrugged. “But I
don’t want to barge in.”
“No
barging. We’d love to have you. I mean, this is a small town, brah. We don’t
get a lot of mainland cowboys here.” She laughed. “Right, Kai?” She looked back
at him.
Kai gazed
unblinking at Rand with his dark eyes. “Sure. Come if you want.” With that, he
turned and flexed one of God’s most perfect asses all the way back to the
water.
Audrey
sighed. “Don’t mind him. He saw High
Plains Drifter
one too many times.”
Rand
snorted. “Man of few words. What’s his story?”
She flopped
down on the sand, which took her well-trimmed pubic hair out of the line of sight.
Patting the sand next to her, she pulled Moke down to sit as well. “Kai’s a
genuine paniolo, descended from generations.” She looked at Moke.
Moke nodded,
and for the first time Rand heard her voice—soft and low. “His father descended
from the first vaqueros.”
He cocked
his head. “Vaqueros, like Spanish?”
“Mexican.
King Kamehameha invited a few Mexican vaqueros to Hawaii to manage cattle here.
That began the tradition. Of course, most paniolo are now Hawaiian.”
Audrey
grinned. “Moke used to live in Makawao, so she knows all this historical shit.”
Rand
shrugged. “Yeah, well, I didn’t know any of it. When I think Hawaii, I sure
don’t think cowboy.”
That earned
him a cool glance from Moke. “And yet we had cowboys before California.”
He grinned.
“You guys need your own John Wayne. Get some PR going.”
Audrey
laughed. “Or a Hawaiian Clint Eastwood.”

 

“I thought
you said he was just here.”

 

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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Do You NaNO? Want to Buddy?

crest-05e1a637392425b4d5225780797e5a76Hi! Happy NaNo! I did NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) one time back in 2011 and enjoyed it. In fact, I “won” by writing 50,000 words in a month and went on to sell that book. It was called Deceptive Attraction and it came out in 2012. NaNo had a big impact on my writing practice since i got to see clearly how much i was capable of writing. It helped establish my word count ever since and i now average about 11-12,000 words a week.

I haven’t been able to do NaNo since 2011 because under the rules you have to begin the book on November 1st and i’m usually in the middle of something instead. This year, however, the timing worked. I just finished a book three days ago and I’m using this week to think through the plot of my next book, which i’ll start on Nov. 1st. The book is called Fool of Main Beach, the fifth book in my Love in Laguna Series. It won’t come out until fall of 2017, but i want to write it now for Nano.

So if you’re doing NaNo this year, please buddy me. I’m on NaNo as taralain. Or leave your NaNo name in a comment and i’ll buddy you!

Happppppy NaNoWriMo!  : )

Cover Reveal. DEATH DANCER by Tara Lain. Murder Mystery!

Hi and Welcome!! Don’t you love it? This is my cover for the upcoming releases of DEATH DANCER from Pride Publishing. Two important dates to remember. You can pre-order the book NOW! On Nov 1st, you can buy it at Pride Publishing and on Nov 29th it will be everywhere! I adore the cover and hope you love the story. Read on!

Death Dancer
(Dangerous Dancers #2)
By Tara Lain
 
Blurb:
A tattooed dancer and a by-the-book detective dance with death in the ego-fueled halls of ballet.
Bad boy of ballet, Valentin “Val” Aalto stands poised on the verge of huge success — except for one big obstacle. Influential lead dancer Harry Hardesty hates Val and cheats him out of the lead in Romeo and Juliet. When Hardesty winds up dead, Val looks like a prime suspect – and gets thrown under the detailed and methodical inspection of the handsome NY detective with the stick up his butt, Andrew Preston. At first, Preston believes Hardesty may be the victim of the chilling Dancer Killer who’s struck three victims, but evidence stacks up against Val. Still, Andrew can’t seem to keep his hands off his suspect and when the Dancer Killer starts stalking Val, Andrew is forced to choose between his dedication to a job he loves – and his growing passion for his beautiful dancer. Together Val and Andrew discover that chaos can be beautiful, one should choose desserts wisely, and love can even trump death in the rehearsal halls of ballet.
Available for Pre-Order at
Release Date: 
November 1, 2016
 
 
Excerpts

 

Val gritted his teeth but didn’t reply. He
just wrapped the towel over his longish wet hair and ruffled it dry. When he
pulled it off, Mr. Cop-out had his eyes glued to Val’s package. The scrutiny
made said package want to stand up and show off.
The cop cleared his throat. “I’m Detective
Andrew Preston with the NYPD. I’m investigating a homicide related to one of
the members of this company. Your director said all of you dancers are to
answer questions before leaving today. It doesn’t look like you’re planning to
make yourself subject to those instructions.”
Val plopped his naked butt on the bench
and let his cock drape down between his legs. Get a good look there, Copo. “To quote an old movie, I don’t
consider myself subject to much at all, Detective, but in fact, I didn’t get
those instructions since I was
meeting with the director of the company at the time they were likely being
given.”
“I see.”
“And I have every intention of leaving
here quickly and diving to the bottom of a vodka bottle shortly thereafter, so
if you’ve got questions, ask them fast.”
Preston raised a perfectly shaped dark eyebrow.
“I wouldn’t have thought an athlete would indulge quite so freely.”
“Yeah, well, when assholes throw their
weight around and take what’s rightfully mine, I figure I’ve earned a little
fucking indulgence.” He blew out his breath. “Sorry. Ask your questions.”
Preston carefully removed a notebook and a
pen from his breast pocket.
Val grinned. “You’re kidding? I feel like
I’ve gone back in time to some black and white TV show where you’re going to
say—”
“Just the facts, sir.”
Val’s eyes flashed to Preston’s. He
couldn’t be serious—then Val smiled. The cop’s light green eyes danced with a
very charming mischief.
“So you get that a lot.”
“Yes. I’m afraid my penchant for
organization receives mixed reviews.”
Val smiled. Cute. “Okay. Shoot there, Sherlock.”
“How well did you know Donald Fornazy?”
“Not at all, I’m afraid. Not even his
name. We had a couple scenes together. Nothing much.”
“Is that unusual, not to know someone in
your own company?”
Val felt the crease pop between his brows.
“Not really. There are a lot of dancers here. I’m not a member of the corps and
I don’t live here. Most of my friends aren’t members of the company.” He
shrugged. “The young man was neither a great enough dancer for me to notice him
professionally, nor enough my type to notice him personally.”
That got a rise out of both Preston’s
eyebrows.
Val shook his head. “I’m sorry. I’m not
trying to make light of this man’s murder. I’m just in a rotten mood. Don’t
mind me.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“It doesn’t relate to your case.”
Preston gazed at him for a long second,
then looked down at his notebook. “Do you have any idea why someone would want
to kill him?”
“Can’t imagine. I heard that some other dancers
have been killed, which is pretty damned shocking. Hell, we’re society’s
frippery. Spangles on the ass cheeks of civilization. Hardly a threat to
anyone.”
 

 

 

His eyes opened wide. Dark. Why am I awake? He shivered. No
so-called uncles trying to slip in beside him or boys sneaking in to drop ice
in his bed.
A sound, between a scratch and a squeak,
sent the feel of that long-remembered ice down his back. Don’t move yet.
Squrunch.
Woosh, Squrucnch.
Where? The
door? Too close. The window then?
Shit, the branch Andrew had freaked over.
Val’s heart slammed so hard it had to make a sound. The sheets over him
actually shook.
Andrew.
He snaked out a hand and grabbed his cell
phone. He pulled it under the covers.
Speed dial, baby.
One ring. Two. Three— “Preston.” Thanks for police reflexes.
He put his head under the covers and
whispered, “Andrew. It’s me.”
“I know. Why are you whispering? What’s
wrong?”
“Someone’s trying to break in, I think.”
“Shit. Jump out of bed. Yell into the
phone. Make it clear you’re talking to the police. Turn on all the lights. Now.
Go.”
Val threw back the covers, grabbed for the
bedside light and flipped it on, half expecting to see some killer standing in
his room, but nobody. “Police. Get here now! Someone’s breaking into my
apartment. Hurry. Please!” He raced around the apartment, turning on every
light.
Andrew’s voice, panting. “What do you
see?”
“Nothing. No one’s here.”
“Look out the window, but stand back in
case he has a gun.”
“Shit. Seriously?”
“No, it’s okay. Don’t do it.”
“Hell.” He sidled to the window, pulled
back the blinds and looked out. A sliver of light from his apartment shone into
the darkness outside, although darkness was relative and his street pretty much
never got more than dim. Staring between the buildings, he might have caught a
glimpse of movement below, but it could have been a cat or a shadow. “I don’t
see anything.”
A siren cut through the general noise of
traffic that created the background of Val’s world. Nothing unusual about
sirens, but this one got closer. Andrew was still breathing hard. Was he
running? Val looked again. “I hear the black and whites.”
“Yeah. Just pulled up in front of your
building, I think. They’ll buzz. Don’t let them in until I tell you.” The tinny
squawk of a police radio sounded in the background. Andrew seemed to be
talking. He came back on the cell. “Have they buzzed?”
The buzzer sounded.
“Yeah. Just now.”
“Okay. Let them in. I’ll be there in a
second.”
Val started to the door where the buzzer
was, stopped and laughed.
“What?”
“I forgot I’m bare-assed. I’d better grab
my jeans fast. See you in a second.” Still chuckling, he hit the buzzer,
grabbed his pants from the floor and was zipping them as the police knocked on
his door. New stair speed records. He
opened.
The young female cop’s eyes widened just a
little. “Valentin Aalto?”
He nodded.
“I understand you had an attempted break-in?”
Two male cops in uniform stood behind her.
“I think so, but I’m not sure. Come in
while I grab a shirt.”
Her half smile said ‘not on my account’,
but she didn’t voice it. “Tell me what happened, sir.”
He pulled a long-sleeved T-shirt over his
head. “I was asleep. I’m a light sleeper. I woke up and heard a strange sound,
like a scrunching and a squeaking. I might not have thought anything about it
since I’d double-locked the door, but An— Detective Preston inspected this
apartment and suggested the limbs on the tree outside should be cut since they
hang near the apartment windows. I got worried and called him.”
“Why didn’t you dial nine-one-one?”
Val speared her with his eyes. “I’m a
dancer with the NYBT. Detective Preston is investigating the murders of
dancers. He was my first thought. Is there a problem with that?”
“Of course not.” She turned to the male
officers. “Check the tree and the area around it. The apartment window from the
outside also, although we may have to come back with a ladder. I’ll look at it
from in here.”
“No, thank you, Officer. I will.”
Oh, man,
was Andrew a sight to make a scared dancer’s heart go pitty-pat.

 

 

Dangerous Dancers Series

Golden Dancer 
(Dangerous Dancers Series, #1)
By Tara Lain
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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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