Get Ready for Magic, Shifters, and the Coolest Cat Ever! #CataclysmicShift

Hi — 

I’m so excited to tell you that the re-release of Cataclysmic Shift is only 3 days away. This is a book in my paranormal series called The Aloysius Tales, and the first time it released, some mix ups in categorization meant a lot of people missed the book. If you’ve read either of the other Aloysius Tales — Spell Cat or Brush with Catastrophe — and enjoyed them then you’re not going to want to miss Cataclysmic Shift. But you don’t have to have read those books to enjoy this one.

This story includes not only witches like the other books, but also a shifter, and the coolest cat ever, Aloysius.

Here is the blurb —

Aloysius, the magical black cat and powerful witch’s familiar, isn’t afraid to go into battle to protect his master, but the outcome of the fight turns his feline world upside down. A direct hit of magic steals not only his memories and power, but even the body he’s lived in for several centuries. When he wakes up naked on the floor of a veterinarian’s office, it isn’t as the cat Aloysius, but as the sixteenth-century French gentleman Alain Bellarose. And when Alain sees sexy and enigmatic veterinarian Luke Elliott, he decides he’ll make the best of his time as a human.

Luke is a man with secrets who generally prefers the company of animals—though the flamboyant boy who washes his face with the side of his hand and tries to lick his own privates might prove an exception.

Meanwhile, Witch Master Killian Barth and his secret weapon, Sammy, struggle without Aloysius’s power to draw on. Two evil females are circling, and seeing the coven’s weakness, they’re about to move in for the kill. When Alain’s memories return, he’s faced with the ultimate dilemma: protect his community or stay with the man he loves.

If you’d like to read a full excerpt, click HERE. 

You can buy it at HERE. The release is September 13th and there will be a blog tour with a nice prize, so be sure to visit!  : )

 

CATACLYSMIC SHIFT from Tara Lain is Coming! July 23rd.

Hi everyone–
Happy news for cat lovers. the third book in The Aloysius Tales, called Cataclysmic Shift, will be released from Loose Id on July 23rd.

Here’s a little preview:

Super cat, Aloysius, may be the most powerful witch’s familiar in the world, but when he takes a blast at the hand of an evil witch he loses it all — power, memory, and his feline form — to become the ethereal  human beauty, Alain Bellarose. When Alain wakes up naked on the floor surrounded by dogs and cats, his eyes first set upon Luke Elliott, the handsome and mysterious veterinarian.  Suddenly, the prospect of being human doesn’t seem so bad. Luke has a lot to hide and he likes animals way more than people, but he can’t resist the flamboyant boy who washes his face with the side of his hand and tries to lick his own privates!  The loss of Aloysius depletes the power of Witch Master, Killian Barth, and that of his “secret weapon” Sammy and leaves their coven sitting ducks for two very nasty females. When Alain discovers that he’s really a powerful cat, he’s faced with the ultimate choice. To protect his community, or stay with the man he loves.


That’s all for now! Just wanted to whet your appetite. If you want to get ready for Cataclysmic Shift, you can  read Brush with Catastrophe.  LOL : )

The Title of My New Paranormal Romance is a Hint at the Story!

Hi everyone–

I officially began writing the third book in the Aloysius Tales last night. Fun! This book will follow Spell Cat and Brush with Catastrophe. What is this book about? Well, here is your first clue. The title of the new book is:

Cataclysmic Shift

So have you got an idea? What do you expect?  : )

How About a Little Brush with Catastrophe? And a 21st Birthday!

Hi everyone–

I have some great guests joining me this week — Ciaran Dwynvil tomorrow and Malia Mallory on Thursday. Be sure to stop by and read their wonderful posts and enter to win some books! On top of that, TODAY i’m a guest blogger at Sharing Links and Wisdom to kickoff the month-long birthday celebration of my friend, Emily Wells. It’s Emily’s 21st birthday at the end of the month. I’m giving away a book on my post, plus there’s a $50 GC up for grabs. So come over and enter HERE. 

A very happy thing that happened this week was a lovely new review for my paranormal, MM romance, Brush with Catastrophe. Elise at Sensual Reads said:

Brush With Catastrophe is Tara Lain’s second book in the Aloysius Tales. It is just as much a delight to read as Spell Cat.  Sammy feels as if there is something wrong with him.  His magic is pitiful and he cannot seem to find a boyfriend.  Then everything changes.  Ryder’s appearance keeps changing and Sammy’s angel may not be an angel at all.  Sammy is not sure what to make of the changes, but he has no choice but to go with them.  Brush With Catastrophe has the right balance of humor and seriousness, the perfect heroes, an amazing cat, and an intriguing plot.  Brush With Catastrophe by Tara Lain is one book you do not want to miss.

So just to help you do “not miss it”  LOL, here is an excerpt between my hero and the villain!

Excerpt Adult: Brush with Catastrophe by Tara Lain; MM Paranormal with Witches!
Available from Loose Id   Amazon
College art student Sammy Raphael is a crappy witch. And he can’t get a boyfriend. Sammy’s had a

passion for his BFF, Ryder McMasters, for years, but Ryder is straight and human. Talk about hopeless causes! And where other supernaturals can bring down lightning and manifest wealth, all Sammy can do is paint. True, the “prophetic” paintings he does at night always come true, but they never predict anything important — until he paints a picture of a gorgeous man who turns out to be Ryder but so changed he’s barely recognizable. Then Sammy paints an angel –who turns out to be a devil that threatens Sammy’s community and the man he loves. With the black cat familiar, Aloysius, at his side Sammy steps up to save the world–with a paint brush.

Heat. Bubbling, boiling. Hells, what kind of dream was this? Turn over. Reset. Sammy shifted but couldn’t move from his back. Wait. Breathing in his ear. Not Al’s. Shit, his cock was on fire! Sammy shot to the edge of his bed and sat up. His cock throbbed. “Hells. What the fuck is going on?”
Lucien beamed at him, lying on his side on the bed, fully clothed. Had the guy been jerking Sammy off? “Ah, my dear. I knew you regretted our not having sex, so I thought I’d do something to relax you.”
“What the fuck? How did you get in here? What is this?”
Lucien laughed as he reached out his hand and grabbed Sammy’s cock. “Don’t pretend you don’t want it, darling. This hard-as-a-spike penis of yours tells a different story.”
Gods, his rubbing felt good. But somehow not in a good way. Sammy’s body wanted to surrender, but his brain screamed at him. He hadn’t asked for this. He summoned what will he could and pulled his body back against the headboard. “Look, I get that you might think I want sex. But that doesn’t mean you can break into my place and force yourself on me. Go home and call me tomorrow, like you said.”
Lucien sat up, and his eyes narrowed. “Perhaps I made a mistake. But since I am here now, with cock at the ready, why don’t we just fuck?” He dived toward Sammy, who skittered off the edge of the bed and hit the wall hard with his back.
“Have you lost your mind? Get away from me.” His heart beat fast, and his cock had definitely given up any desires and was in full-flight mode with the rest of Sammy’s body.
Lucien came up on his knees. “You need more persuasion, little witch?”
“No!” Was Lucien being cute? Maybe he was turned on by violence like that other witch who had come from Europe and tried to seduce Killian.
Lucien began a low, mumbling chant. Then Sammy heard a shriek from the bathroom. Aloysius.“Al!” The damned witch had locked the familiar away. Shit, how much power did that take?
The chanting got stronger. Sammy felt like energy flowed out of his fingertips and formed a puddle on the floor. Soon he’d be that puddle. He inched away from Lucien, his naked back still to the wall in the narrow space behind the bed.
Lucien gazed at him, and his blue eyes shone. “Stop being silly, Samlyn. Let’s just have sex and get it over with.”
“If you’re trying to woo me, asshole, you sure have a funny way of showing it.” But his knees felt like rubber.
“Merrrrrwaorrrr.” The shriek echoed through the room. Sammy’s neighbors were pretty private, but somebody had to hear that cat. Surely they’d report it.
Lucien walked on his knees across the bed toward Sammy. Sammy wanted to run, but no body part was cooperating. The angel beamed. “Let me get that lovely penis back in action. I can make you come until you black out from pleasure. You know I can.” He mumbled the chant.
“No, Lucien, no!”
Lucien’s brilliant beauty darkened. “Now you’re just being silly, aren’t you? Say you’re being silly.”
“Merwaaaaoooowr.”
Lucien spat, “Shut up, you fucking cat.”
“Merwaoooowwwwrrrrrr.”
The caterwauling shrieked through the room; Sammy’s ears hurt, and Lucien cringed like it pained him too.
Lucien raised the decibels on his chanting, and Sammy flowed to the floor like his bones had dissolved. The witch leaned over him, grasped Sammy’s hair, and pulled his head back. “Time to fuck, little witch.”
Had to fight. Had to. This witch would not force him. No!
“Merwaooooowrrr. Merrrwaoooorrrr. Merwaowrrrrr.”
Lucien unfastened his fly and pulled out that unfurled cobra cock.
Sammy’s brain screamed. Shit, no. Not in me!
Lucien shoved Sammy until he fell sideways with his ass twisted toward Lucien. The strange dick that got scarier looking by the second pushed against his ass. Sammy took a deep breath and managed to raise a leg high enough to slam Lucien hard back on the side of the bed. Lucien’s golden head cracked on the footboard.
“How dare you?” Lucien rose back up. “It’s time to stop playing.”
Playing? Was the guy nuts? Sammy scooted along the wall until Lucien grabbed his hair. Ouch! Hells.
Lucien’s chanting got louder, and that cock reptile came straight at Sammy’s mouth.
“Merwwwwwaaaaaowwwrrr.”
Were the walls shaking? Gods, blackness. Couldn’t fight. Going under. Felt good to give up. Give up.
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Thank you so much for coming by. Be sure and drop by Emily’s place and come visit my guests this week. :  )

Big Backlist Weekend with Rent Boys, Witches, Cat Grant and Moi! Books for You!

Hi everyone–

Welcome to the Big Backlist Weekend! This month, my guest is Cat Grant.

These weekends are a way for me to celebrate friend’s books and give away one of my own. So, please leave an email address in your comments. One comment will enter you to win both books. There will be two winners. If you win a book you already have, we’ll work something out! And if you want to pop a little Like on my Facebook Page i won’t mind at all.

Cat has brought us her rent boy story, Priceless. Don’t miss this one!

When love’s for sale, who really pays?
Connor Morrison is a 3D optics pioneer, the star of the UC Berkeley physics department, and a socially-inept workaholic. And with his dear friend and business partner, Steve Campbell, handling their investors, he’s content to remain in the shadows. That is, until he meets the gorgeous and starry-eyed physics student Wes Martin.
Wes is brilliant but broke. Ever since his scholarship fell victim to the financial crisis, he’s had no choice but to sell his body to stay in school. Already half in love with Connor, Wes initially resists Steve’s offer to be Connor’s thirty-fifth birthday present. But in the end, Wes is too broke—and too smitten—to say no.
Connor has no idea Steve bought Wes’s attentions, and he quickly falls under the young man’s spell. Yet after one night together, Wes disappears. He can’t bear to hook with a man he could so easily grow to love, but he also can’t bear to tell him the truth. Besides, if he sleeps with Connor again, there’d be no way to hide the bruises one of his regular johns loves to inflict. Only one thing to do: let Connor go. Walking away is painful, but not nearly as much as building a relationship on lies.

Excerpt:

The relative peace of Steve’s balcony lay at the far end of the room, but he had to run the gauntlet to get there. Fortunately, he got waylaid only by people he already knew—his department chair and a couple other professors eager to discuss the 3-D optics conference coming up next weekend. After exchanging some obligatory small talk, he managed to slip away, stepping onto the balcony with a grateful sigh.

Blessed peace and quiet washed over him as he lit up a Marlboro and stared over the railing at the twinkling city lights, the sky a gorgeous, deep blue with barely a hint of the ubiquitous San Francisco fog nipping at its edges. It was usually like nuclear winter here even in July, but for the past week or so the weather had been positively balmy. Might as well enjoy it while it lasted.

“Can I bum a smoke?” A voice jolted him from his solitary musings, and he swung around. A young man stood in the doorway. Dark hair, pale skin. Couldn’t have been more than twenty. Smiling, the young man wandered over. Not very tall—in fact, he only came up to Connor’s shoulder. But, God, he’d never seen anyone, male or female, with such perfectly pink lips, or eyes so blue they rivaled the night sky. Where the hell had he come from?

It dawned on him that he was staring. “Um, of course. Here.” His fingers suddenly rubbery, he fumbled in his pocket for his cigarettes and nearly dropped them trying to get one out of the pack. Luckily, the young man hadn’t noticed—or maybe he just had the good grace to pretend not to.

The young man propped the cigarette between those full lips, and Connor lit it for him, watching half-mesmerized as he took his first drag and then exhaled, the smoke issuing from his mouth in a long, steady stream. “Thanks,” he said. “I should probably quit. Everyone keeps telling me it’ll stunt my growth, but I guess it’s a little late for that, huh?” An awkward, silent moment, then he laughed, holding out his hand. “I’m Wes, by the way.”

“Connor Morrison.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Connor’s eyes widened. “You do?”

“Well, you are the guest of honor.”

Available at Amazon  ARe and other retailers
My backlist book i’m featuring today is MM paranormal — Brush with Catastrophe. 
Excerpt: Brush with Catastrophe by Tara Lain; MM Paranormal with Witches!
Available from Loose Id   Amazon
College art student Sammy Raphael is a crappy witch. And he can’t get a boyfriend. Sammy’s had a passion for his BFF, Ryder McMasters, for years, but Ryder is straight and human. Talk about hopeless causes! And where other supernaturals can bring down lightning and manifest wealth, all Sammy can do is paint. True, the “prophetic” paintings he does at night always come true, but they never predict anything important — until he paints a picture of a gorgeous man who turns out to be Ryder but so changed he’s barely recognizable. Then Sammy paints an angel –who turns out to be a devil that threatens Sammy’s community and the man he loves. With the black cat familiar, Aloysius, at his side Sammy steps up to save the world–with a paint brush.

Aloysius fascinated Sammy. Knowing the beast looked like a cat but was actually so much more played with Sammy’s mind. While he hadn’t seen it himself, he’d heard reports of Aloysius screaming down the lightning from Killian’s shoulder when they had defeated the head of the Witches’ Council who was trying to control the future of witchery through deceit and manipulation. Total feline scariness.
Killian stepped up to the lectern. Sammy glanced back at the rows and rows of students who had filled in behind him. Dr. Barth sure was popular.
“Good morning, and welcome to the History of Mystical Practice. Is everyone in the right place?”
One girl sighed, “Oh yes,” and everyone laughed.
Killian smiled. “Please put your notebooks down, place your feet flat on the floor, rest your hands in your lap, and close your eyes.”
Sammy glanced at Ryder and Chen, who both looked as mystified as Sammy felt. Sammy closed his eyes.
Killian’s voice sounded soothing. “Take a deep breath in through your nose and out through your nose.”
Much wushing and hissing filled the room.
“And another one. Now keep your eyes closed, but look upward as if you could see the spot between your eyebrows. Stare at that spot. If your mind wanders, just bring it back to that spot.”
Light. Wow. Like somebody had turned on a bulb in Sammy’s forehead. No, more like a candle, because it felt warm. The warmth spread up through his head until it reached the top of his skull. Then it seemed to reverse and started to pour like oil down over his brain. Gods, it felt so good. Silky, sweet, soothing. He let the heat fill his head, comforting every cell. Light sparkled behind his eyes. The sparkles and the oil meshed into a blanket of iridescence that stretched on and on and on…
“Sammy. Psst.”

What? He opened his eyes, and Chen was staring at him. At the front of the class, Dr. Barth was lecturing away. What happened? He smiled at Chen. “Sorry.”
Chen whispered, “No problem. I was worried when you didn’t wake up. Did you actually go to sleep?”
Sammy shook his head. “Not exactly.” He turned his attention back toward Dr. Barth, but out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ryder staring at him. Sammy went to take a note. What the hells? On his notepad, he’d drawn a picture of himself with Aloysius, the familiar, on his shoulder. Every detail was sketched in pencil down to the silken texture of the cat’s fur. Had he done it while he was asleep? No, he hadn’t been asleep, just…somewhere else. But maybe wherever he went was enough like sleeping that his prophetic painting had kicked in. Was this going to happen? Weird.
Sammy flipped the page and took notes, trying to focus on Killian, who was telling the class they would have the chance to practice many techniques in their journey through the history of mysticism. Sammy wasn’t sure what to make of the practice they’d just done. Maybe he was tired from his midnight art frenzy.
Finally the class was over. Food seemed like a good idea. He’d only had the egg and latte this morning, and last night he hadn’t eaten much of his veggie burger because he’d been nervous about impressing Arnold. What an idiot. Anyway, lunch. He was light-headed.
Sammy shoved his notepad in his backpack and stood beside Chen. Ryder waited behind him.
“Mrwar.”

What? Sammy looked around, then felt pressure on his shins.
“Mrwar.” Aloysius did figure eights, rubbing his silky blackness against Sammy’s jeans.
“Hi, fella. Hey, good to see you.” That was kind of true even though the cat made him nervous.
Aloysius jumped up on a seat. The crossed blue eyes stared up at Sammy. “Mrwar.” And in one fluid leap, the cat soared through the air and landed smack on Sammy’s shoulder. Just like in the drawing.
“Whoa.” Sammy staggered back two steps and felt Ryder’s hands gripping his shoulders. The grip was strong and warm.
“Mrwar.”
Ryder laughed, but all Sammy could feel was the heat and pressure of those hands.
Ryder laughed again. “He’s licking me. His tongue is scratchy!” Sammy glanced back and saw the cat scraping his long tongue over Ryder’s fingers. There was something about the power of Aloysius’s tongue that Sammy ought to remember, but the synapses in his brain weren’t firing. The synapses in his cock, however, ran rampant. Every one of Ryder’s long fingers on his shoulders seemed to have a direct connection to Sammy’s balls.
Too soon, Ryder moved his hands. Would that they had traveled to Sammy’s butt but no such luck. Ryder looked at Sammy. “You okay?”
Sammy cleared his throat. “Fine. Aloysius startled me.”
“Has he ever done that before?”
“Nope.” Sammy reached up tentatively and patted the cat’s head. Aloysius pushed into Sammy’s hand, and he giggled. “What do you think he wants?”
“Mr. Raphael, Mr. McMasters, Mr. Chen.” Killian stood in the aisle, leaning into their row. He was always formal in class. It suited him. Plus, Ryder was human, so Killian couldn’t reveal too much familiarity. Killian smiled. “Al seems to have taken to you, Mr. Raphael.”
Alvish, now Ryder, looked up. “Al? Do you mean me, sir?”
That made Sammy’s heart do a double take. He wished Alvish had taken a liking to him.
Killian smiled. “I call Aloysius Al, but perhaps I should call him Al number one.”
Ryder shook his head. “No, sir. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to be called Ryder. It’s my middle name.”
Killian leveled his gaze at Ryder. “A new name to go with your metamorphosis, I gather?”
Ryder nodded. “Something like that.”
Killian reached out a hand to Aloysius. “Come on, Al. We have places to go.”
Sammy felt the cat circle his neck like a winter scarf and heard him begin to purr. Sammy reached up to dislodge him and got teeth, gently but firmly, placed in the pad of his thumb. “Uh, Dr. Barth…”
Killian raised one fair eyebrow. “A new regime, I see.” He looked at Al. “Are you sure, Al?”
The cat released his teeth from Sammy’s flesh and purred louder.
“All right, I’m sure he has his reasons. Enjoy your guest cat, Mr. Raphael.”
“What? But sir… I don’t know how… What in hell am I going to do with a cat?”
Killian laughed. “Anything he wants.”
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There. You have variety in your books today! Leave a comment with your email. You have Saturday and Sunday. We’ll announce winners in the comments on Monday. Thank you for coming! 

Have You Had a Brush with Catastrophe Yet?

Hi everyone–
I’m delighted to say that my new MM paranormal romance, Brush with Catastrophe, keeps bounding back onto the gay romance bestseller list at Amazon a month after its release. Of course, it’s already been a bestseller at ARe and Fictionwise. If you haven’t read it yet, allow me to tempt you! Here is a reminder nibble from Brush with Catastrophe. : )

Excerpt: Brush with Catastrophe by Tara Lain; MM Paranormal with Witches!
Available from Loose Id   Amazon
College art student Sammy Raphael is a crappy witch. And he can’t get a boyfriend. Sammy’s had a passion for his BFF, Ryder McMasters, for years, but Ryder is straight and human. Talk about hopeless causes! And where other supernaturals can bring down lightning and manifest wealth, all Sammy can do is paint. True, the “prophetic” paintings he does at night always come true, but they never predict anything important — until he paints a picture of a gorgeous man who turns out to be Ryder but so changed he’s barely recognizable. Then Sammy paints an angel –who turns out to be a devil that threatens Sammy’s community and the man he loves. With the black cat familiar, Aloysius, at his side Sammy steps up to save the world–with a paint brush.

Every particle of energy, every spark of volition poured from Sammy. Darkness filled his head and oozed down his body like old oil.
“Merwwaaaaaoooowwwwrrrrrr.”
Darkness.
Fire. Like a brand on his chest. He must have blacked out. He opened his eyes. Couldn’t move. A heap against the wall. But…
Was he alone?
Had to take stock. Check the ass? Not violated. Surely he’d know. No pain there. But he felt like a blazing poker pressed against his neck. He tried to raise a hand to soothe the burn. No luck.
And where the hells was Lucien?
“Merwaor. Merwaor.” A soft feline whining came from behind the door. So Lucien had been able to keep Aloysius locked up but not quiet. Interesting. His powers weren’t quite all that.
What had the guy done to Sammy while he was out?
He raised his head, and pain stabbed through it until his sight vanished in a flash of white. He dropped back to the floor. “I have to get up. Somehow.” He tested scooting his feet a few inches. Nausea washed over him like a sick fog. He heaved twice, but witches couldn’t vomit. Why did he feel so bad? It didn’t seem like Lucien had forced him while he was passed out. And Al had to be the cause. That last shriek would have wakened the dead, literally. But gods, how could Lucien have caged Aloysius? Sammy thought he knew, and the facts made him more exhausted. Aloysius was a familiar. Beyond some basic power over his own form, he could only magnify the powers of the witch who held him. Sammy had little power, so Al had nothing to magnify. A tear slid down Sammy’s cheek. Useless.
He stared at his phone, a lifetime away on top of his dresser. He summoned power and tried to lift it. Shit, nothing. Not a quiver. Even less power than he usually had. Besides, who would he call if he could get the damned phone? His mom and dad didn’t need this grief. And he didn’t really want to tell them what had happened. Chen couldn’t get out of his house easily at night. He could call Killian, but it was his anniversary. Plus, it would get Lucien in tons of trouble. Shit, it should! But maybe Lucien really had thought Sammy wanted this. Maybe Sammy had wanted it and sent the wrong signals? His skin burned like fire around his neck.
Sammy cried in earnest.
Suddenly he heard the door fly open. Shit. Was Lucien back?
“Sammy? Sammy, where are you?”
Ryder rushed around the screen that separated the sleeping space from the rest of the apartment, and Sammy cried harder.
“Sammy. God, what’s wrong?” Ryder squatted down on the floor and reached for Sammy.
“N-no. Can’t move. Too sick.”
“What can I do? I’ll call an ambulance.”
Sammy shook his head and regretted it instantly. “No, please. I don’t think I need a doctor.”
“You sure look like you do.” Ryder grabbed a cover off the bed and tucked it around Sammy’s naked body.
Sammy murmured, “Would you let Aloysius out of the bathroom?”
Ryder frowned. “How the hell did he get in there?”
Should he tell him? He had to tell someone. But he didn’t want Ryder to think less of him. “Long story.”
Ryder got up and opened the bathroom door. Like a furry missile, Al leaped out, landed beside Sammy’s collapsed body, and immediately padded up to his head and started licking him on the forehead. “Hey, that feels good.” Like that warm oil when he painted.
Ryder sat back down beside Sammy. He reached out one long-fingered hand and brushed Sammy’s hair off his face. Then he began to gently caress Sammy’s cheek. Between Al and Ryder, light and warmth shone through Sam’s body. The burning on his chest and neck lessened. “That’s so nice.” His eyes closed.
“Tell me what happened, Sam.”
“I can’t.”
“Please. It has something to do with Lucien, doesn’t it?”
Sammy nodded. Wow. It didn’t even hurt so much to nod. Ryder’s hand kept up its gentle stroking.
“I actually came here to warn you about him.”
“I should have listened to you before.”
“This is a bigger warning. I found out that he’s having sex with both Maybelle and Bilden. There may be others. I came to beg you not to sleep with him. People who have had sex with him seem weird. Did you notice how strange Maybelle and Bilden have been acting? I don’t know if the two facts are related, but I don’t think you should take the chance.”
Sammy started to cry.
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Hope you enjoyed it! There will be at least one more book in this series and i think it’s a doozy. Coming sometime next year. Thank you for coming by. I love blog followers!  : )

Brush with Catastrophe: Happy Dance Edition and Thoughts on Titles

Hi all–

Over at Beautiful Boys Books, my Blog Tour contest is almost done, so if you haven’t entered yet, get over there! I’m celebrating, as you know, the release of Brush with Catastrophe. And i’m happy to say that my hot witch romance is number one in paranormal romance sales at All Romance eBooks today. Yahooo! Thank you so much. Here is the link for ARe if you like to buy your books there.

If you prefer to buy at Amazon, here’s a link:
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I posted a blog today about titles and realized when i did it that my title for the new book isn’t necessarily obvious to everyone. So i thought i’d explain the title creation process on this one.As you know, Brush with Catastrophe is the sequel to Spell Cat. Spell Cat, the story of a witch who has a black cat familiar, has one of those titles that just leap out and smack you in the face. I laughed when i thought of it.

For the sequel, i wanted a word with Cat in it and because the book deals with a huge battle between good and evil, i thought the word Catastrophe might be good.But what went with catastrophe? My hero is a prophetic painter. One morning i literally woke up and sat up in bed with the word Brush in my mind. Like paint brush. Brush with Catastrophe! That’s how it was born.

There will be, God willing, another book in this series, and i’m already working on the title. I think i have it. Of course, now i need a book.

If you’d like to be kept up to date on my upcoming releases and the contests and giveaways that go with them along with great guests, please sign up for my mail list. It’s at the top of the right hand column on this blog. I have my first MF release coming out in ten days! And another Balls book will be here December 7th! It’s called Snow Balls and it could be my favorite so far. Maybe.  : )

An Artist Witch, An Evil Angel and a Guy Who Won’t Act Human

Hi everyone–

Thank you so much for playing Howloween with me and congratulations to Lena Grey who won a $10 GC and a copy of Halloween Heat IV! Speaking of WINNING, the Blog Tour Contest for the release of Brush with Catastrophe started today. Go over to Beautiful Boys Books and you might win a $10 GC, a signed copy of Golden Dancer or a Bag of Swag. The tour sites and all the rules are posted there.

So, Brush with Catastrophe released TODAY. It’s now at Loose Id and at ARe. It should be at Amazon by tomorrow i think.

Here is the opening of Brush with Catastrophe to give you a feel for the book:

Thanks, I had a great time.” Sammy grinned down at the pleasant-looking guy and pulled his keys from his pocket. “Want to come in?” 

Arnold smiled, but it seemed kind of…weird. “Uh, no thanks. It was fun.” 

Sammy paused opening the door. Was the guy uncomfortable because he didn’t know how to ask for a kiss? Should Sammy make the first move? Maybe if he puckered up a little? Hells, it had been so long since he’d had a boyfriend, he was out of practice. “Maybe we can take in a movie next weekend?” There, that should show Arnold he really liked the evening and wanted to do it again. 

Arnold looked down at his feet. “Yeah, maybe. So you’re friends with Chen, right?” 

“Yeah.” Everybody at Manhattan University knew that Samlyn “Sammy” Raphael, Jimmy Janx, Marvin Chen, and Alvin “Alvish” McMasters were best friends. 

“Does he have a boyfriend?” 

Sammy frowned. “Chen’s straight. But I don’t think he has a girlfriend, unless he got one over the summer. Why? Who wants to know?” 

Those feet were really interesting. “I guess I did. He’s so handsome, and I knew he was your friend, and I thought maybe… I guess I hoped.” 

Sammy’s heart stopped beating for a second. Or at least that was how it felt. “I see. So you took me out for burgers to ask about Chen? Figured he must be gay too?” 

“Yeah. That’s okay, isn’t it? I mean, he’s your friend and all. It’s not like we were on a date or anything.” 

Sammy sighed. “Yes, we’re great friends. I’m a great friend. Like I said, he’s straight. See you at school.” Sammy keyed open the door and pushed inside. 

He heard Arnold say, “Thanks” as he closed it in his face. 

Sammy pressed his back against the door. Rude. He wasn’t usually rude. No, au contraire. He was the best fucking friend on the planet. So good a friend that nobody could see him any other way. Gods, he was tired of it. He was tired of a lot of things. 

He negotiated in the dark across the crowded single room past his painting corner. He stepped around the easel and the taboret where he stored his paints, to the bed behind the screen. He flipped on the light beside his bed, went into the small bathroom, brushed his teeth, and peed, then pulled off his jeans and T-shirt and crawled into bed. 

Fuckity fuck! What had he been thinking? He ought to be ashamed. He didn’t even like Arnold that much, but when the guy had asked him to go out, he’d been flattered. He wanted a boyfriend so bad. Well, actually he wanted a specific boyfriend. Alvish. But since Sammy was stupid enough to have the hots for his BFF who happened to be straight and in love with every big pair of tits at the university, Sammy deserved every disappointment he got. 

He flipped over on his side and punched his pillow. Oh yeah, and Alvish also happened to be human. Which, though Alvish didn’t know it, Sammy was not. Nor were Chen and Jimmy. They were witches. But of course, Chen and Jimmy were great witches. And Sammy was a crappy one. 

So while he was laying his litany of disappointments before the gods, he might also mention his…powers. Or lack thereof. 

Jimmy Janx? Now there was a witch with power. Jimmy had gotten married to Lavender Karonoff after he’d helped Killian Barth, the Witch Master, save the whole damned witches’ community. Together they’d overcome the conniving Witches’ Council that had been lying to the coven for years. Without Killian and Jimmy, the witches’ race would be well on its way to extinction. Jimmy was powerful. Jimmy was married. Jimmy was everything Sammy wasn’t. Sammy didn’t begrudge his friend one ounce of his success, but it was hard not to measure himself against Jimmy and come up very short. No boyfriend. Crappy powers. 

Some witch he was. 

He flipped off the bedside light. 

* * * * 

Ouch. Sammy rolled over and winced. Bony hips pressed into the hardwood. Not again. 

What had he painted this time? He started to open his eyes to look at the easel but shook his head and settled back on the floor. No need. He didn’t want to see. He’d probably drawn Mrs. Henderson from the guidance department dying her panties blue or a local softball team winning the state finals. Sure, his picture would come true—it always did—but no witch would be impressed, and it wouldn’t help anyone. One more useless prophetic painting from good old Sammy. 

He was so sick of waking up nude and shivering on the old wood floor in front of his easel to find some dumb painting done in a style different from his own. The prophecies were realistic to the last detail. If they were going to be useless, couldn’t they be in his style? Maybe at least he could turn them in as assignments. 

Oh crap. Sammy might as well look. He rolled up on hands and knees, head hanging, then did the yoga cat pose a couple of times to get the kinks out and managed to make it to his feet. He wobbled. Jimmy once said Sammy was constantly surprised by his own height. Must be true. He stretched his slim frame to its full six feet two and looked over his shoulder at the easel. 

Wow. At least the subject matter was an improvement. The large canvas on the easel that he’d stretched yesterday for a new expressionistic composition now featured a lifelike picture of a stunningly gorgeous man. “Edible” was the word that came to mind. Tall and lean with long, glistening brown hair that hung nearly to his shoulders. Strange, though; the guy looked really familiar. And yet Sammy knew he’d never forget that face with the high-bridged nose, deep green eyes, and perfectly carved mouth. In the picture, the man was walking forward with a smile, wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. 

This prophecy would happen to someone somewhere, the lucky duck. Who wouldn’t want to meet this dude? Why didn’t his prophecies ever happen to Sammy? 

He glanced at the clock. School. He didn’t want to be late for the first day of his new semester at the university, even if he did feel like somebody had beaten him with a stick. He took one last look at the painting. Man, gorgeous. 

The hot water felt good on his back. Spending half the night on the floor was not fun but increasingly regular. Maybe he should go talk to Killian about what it all meant. But the Witch Master had his hands full trying to integrate the pure-blooded witches and the half-breeds like himself. 

Sammy turned to the front and let the water hit his face. What would his life have been like if he had gone on thinking he was a human freak, not knowing he was a witch? It was amazing, the chances Killian had taken to prove that mixing human and witch blood had made the children more powerful, not less. Now most of their community was made up of half-human witches. Of course, Killian was the most powerful male witch in ten generations. Sammy? Not so much. Sammy’s so-called power didn’t seem to have any significance at all, so it wasn’t fair to bother Killian about it. The predictions of his paintings were so damned mundane. 

But Mr. Gorgeous over there could show up on his easel anytime. 

Sammy pulled on his jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt and scarfed down a hard-boiled egg to hold him until he could get coffee. His tackle box full of art supplies sat on the wooden chair by the door. He grabbed it and headed out, down the stairs of the three-story walk-up, and onto the busy street, still hot from leftover summer in New York City. 

A quick three-block walk and he pushed into the coffee shop he and his friends favored. 

“Hey, Sammy.” 

Sammy looked toward the back booth where they usually hung out and saw Chen—nobody dared call him Marvin except his father—waving at him. Seeing that handsome face made Sammy think about last night. At least Arnold had good taste. 

“Hey, Chen.” 

Sammy got into the order line, and Chen came over, carrying his coffee. “I’ve hardly seen you. How was summer?” 

Sammy stepped forward as the man in front of him reached the cashier. “I worked like a crazy man. I wanted to save enough to afford the rent while I was in school.” He got to the front of the line, ordered a latte, then looked at Chen as they walked toward the pickup counter. “How was yours?” 

Chen sipped his coffee. “My father had me in math tutoring all summer.” 

“Hell, you’re already the best math student at Manhattan University. What does he want?” 

Chen gave a tight smile. “He wants me to be the best math student at MIT.” 

“MIT? Gods, are you transferring in your senior year?” 

“No. PhD. I’m supposed to go straight into an MIT doctoral program at the end of the year.” Chen’s dark eyes gazed into space. 

The counter guy served up Sammy’s drink, and he grabbed it like a lifeline. Caffeine. Drug of choice. He took a sip, closed his eyes as the bitter flavor slipped down his throat, and walked out of the shop with Chen. “MIT. Is that what you want?” 

“Doesn’t matter what I want. My father’s a tough witch to move. Anyway, I don’t want to talk about that. What’s up?” 

Sammy grinned and took another swig of latte. “Arnold asked me about you last night. He sure was disappointed when I told him you’re straight.” 

Chen frowned. “I heard you were going on a date with Arnold.” 

So had Sammy. “No. It was just hanging out.” He’d had a nonexistent date and a nonexistent night’s sleep. Oh yeah, the painting. “Hey, have you seen any new guys around? Really handsome. Tall with long hair.” 

Chen started to laugh. “You have been out of it, haven’t you?” 

Sammy stared at his friend. “What do you mean?” 

“Speak of the devil.” Chen nodded down the sidewalk. 

Sammy turned. Coming toward him, smiling exactly like the painting, was a guy. Mr. Gorgeous. In the painting, he’d been tall and lean, but in motion, his walk was like music in human form. His baggy jeans tightened over hard thighs as he moved, and they outlined a package that looked better than a birthday present to Sammy. How-dy. 

The guy waved. “Hey, Sam. Hi, Chen.” 

What? 

The painting guy got closer, and the wind caught the nearly shoulder-length hair and tossed it back from his perfect face. Ears! Pointed ears. Only one guy had ’em. “Alvish?” It couldn’t be. But those ears didn’t lie. 

Alvish, the BFF who only two months before had been inches shorter than Sammy, now looked down on him by an inch or more. “Hi, guys. How was summer?” 

Sammy knew his mouth was hanging open. “Summer, hells! What happened to you?” 

Alvish shrugged, flexing his muscular shoulders. “I kind of had a growth spurt.” 

That was an understatement. “I didn’t recognize you. I mean, aren’t you twenty? Who grows that much at twenty? You only came up to my chin last semester. And”—Sammy waved at the masterpiece in front of him—“and weren’t your eyes brown?” 

Alvish smiled. “I know. Weird, huh?” 

No damned fair. Sammy had fought his attraction to his friend every day of their acquaintance, but Alvish used to be a skinny, short guy with big pointed ears. Hence the nickname. Now Sammy wanted to start at Alvish’s toes and lick his way to the tops of those ears in one huge orgy of oral gratification. This new Alvish was so hot Sammy held his art case in front of his crotch, trying not to spill the beans…or whatever else was inclined to spill. And this transformation was also damned strange. 

Sammy started to walk toward class again. He needed to get his brush in his hand and forget everything for an hour. Alvish and Chen fell in beside him. Chen was in his class. The guy loved to paint, even if his life was planned around numbers. Alvish studied history and was Dr. Barth’s fair-haired boy. But the history building was on the way. 

Chen looked past Sammy toward Alvish. “So, Alvish, what did it feel like growing so fast? Even your hair grew, man.” 

“It was interesting. Hey, could I ask you guys a favor? I guess I never told you. I don’t much like the name Alvin. And since I kind of grew into my ears, I thought I might change to my middle name. Would that be okay?” 

Chen shrugged. “Sure. It’ll be tough to get used to, but I can try. What’s the name?” 

“Ryder.” 

Sammy stopped. Bloody fucking hells. Pictures of the new, improved Alvish riding his ass with what was likely his new and improved cock almost sent Sammy into an orgasm. 
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Brush with Catastrophe Blog Tour is HERE! Lots of Fun stuff for You!

Hi Everyone–

Welcome to the Brush with Catastrophe Blog Tour headquarters

Brush with Catastrophe is now available at Loose Id! It should be at Amazon sometime on Tuesday. Yahoo. It’s now at All Romance eBooks!

Below i’ve listed the links for every blog appearance and event this week. The Tour is only one week long but the prizes are pretty cool so plan on touring with us.

There will be three winners. Here’s what you can win:

  • a $10 Amazon GC, or
  • A signed copy of Golden Dancer, my award winning romantic suspense, in print (if you are outside the US, i’ll give you two downloads instead) or
  • A Bag of Swag! With cool stuff of mine and other authors. As much as i can cram into a priority envelope. (US only, sorry)
Here’s how it works:
  • Everyone who leaves a comment WITH THEIR EMAIL on this blog or any other event on the tour is entered to win the Gift Card
  • The other two prizes will go to someone who comments on one of the two Magic Blogs! Only i know which two they are, so be sure to comment on as many of the blogs as you can
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Here is the schedule–

October 27 – 31 — Spookapalooza Party at The Romance Studio​​http://trsparties.com/ (giving away a book from my backlist)

October 30th — Brush with Catastrophe Releases!!

October  30th — Tara Blogs at Dirty Birdies

October 30th — Tara Blogs at Lissa Matthews

October 31st — Tara Blogs at Cup o’ Porn

October 31st — Tara blogs at Nocturnal Nights

November 1st — Tara Blogs at Brien Michaels

November 1st — Tara chats at the MM Goodreads Group 6-8PM EST

November 2nd — Giveaway at Cup o’ Porn

November 2nd– Tara blogs at Buffy Kennedy’sNovember 2nd–2PM–Tara Blogs at Long and Short Reviews   (link not live until 2PM)
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November 2-4th — Q & A at Writers and Readers Group on Goodreads​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

November 3rd –​ Tara Blogs at Romance Lives Forever
November 4th — Tara chats with Loose Id at Love Romances Cafe ​​

​November 5th — Winners Announced at Beautiful Boys Books


Look like fun? Hope so. Here’s a blurb from Brush with Catastrophe. 

Available from Loose Id   Amazon


College art student Sammy Raphael is a crappy witch. And he can’t get a boyfriend. Sammy’s had a passion for his BFF, Ryder McMasters, for years, but Ryder is straight and human. Talk about hopeless causes! And where other supernaturals can bring down lightning and manifest wealth, all Sammy can do is paint. True, the “prophetic” paintings he does at night always come true, but they never predict anything important — until he paints a picture of a gorgeous man who turns out to be Ryder but so changed he’s barely recognizable. Then Sammy paints an angel –who turns out to be a devil that threatens Sammy’s community and the man he loves. With the black cat familiar, Aloysius, at his side Sammy steps up to save the world–with a paint brush.


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Countdown to Brush with Catastrophe! Only Two Days.

Hiiii everyone–

Just two days until Brush with Catastrophe releases. In case you haven’t heard, this book is the sequel to Spell Cat and the second of the Aloysius Tales. It’s coming October 30th from Loose Id.

I’m planning a one week blog tour with a lot  of fun stops and a ton of prizes including a $10 GC, a bag of swag and a signed copy of Golden Dancer! I‘ll post all the rules and details on Tuesday but if you’d like a preview, go to my website and look under Events.You’ll see Blog Tour Schedule and Contest!

Also, two events are going on right NOW. Go to my Author Blog to enter the Howloween Blog Hop. Almost 300 authors and a ton of prizes!

And go over to The Romance Studio Party Site for Spookapalooza. I’m giving away a choice of books from my backlist.

Just to whet your appetite, here is an excerpt from Brush with Catastrophe —

Excerpt: Brush with Catastrophe by Tara Lain; MM Paranormal with Witches!
Available from Loose Id   Amazon
College art student Sammy Raphael is a crappy witch. And he can’t get a boyfriend. Sammy’s had a passion for his BFF, Ryder McMasters, for years, but Ryder is straight and human. Talk about hopeless causes! And where other supernaturals can bring down lightning and manifest wealth, all Sammy can do is paint. True, the “prophetic” paintings he does at night always come true, but they never predict anything important — until he paints a picture of a gorgeous man who turns out to be Ryder but so changed he’s barely recognizable. Then Sammy paints an angel –who turns out to be a devil that threatens Sammy’s community and the man he loves. With the black cat familiar, Aloysius, at his side Sammy steps up to save the world–with a paint brush.

Every particle of energy, every spark of volition poured from Sammy. Darkness filled his head and oozed down his body like old oil.
“Merwwaaaaaoooowwwwrrrrrr.”
Darkness.
Fire. Like a brand on his chest. He must have blacked out. He opened his eyes. Couldn’t move. A heap against the wall. But…
Was he alone?
Had to take stock. Check the ass? Not violated. Surely he’d know. No pain there. But he felt like a blazing poker pressed against his neck. He tried to raise a hand to soothe the burn. No luck.
And where the hells was Lucien?
“Merwaor. Merwaor.” A soft feline whining came from behind the door. So Lucien had been able to keep Aloysius locked up but not quiet. Interesting. His powers weren’t quite all that.
What had the guy done to Sammy while he was out?
He raised his head, and pain stabbed through it until his sight vanished in a flash of white. He dropped back to the floor. “I have to get up. Somehow.” He tested scooting his feet a few inches. Nausea washed over him like a sick fog. He heaved twice, but witches couldn’t vomit. Why did he feel so bad? It didn’t seem like Lucien had forced him while he was passed out. And Al had to be the cause. That last shriek would have wakened the dead, literally. But gods, how could Lucien have caged Aloysius? Sammy thought he knew, and the facts made him more exhausted. Aloysius was a familiar. Beyond some basic power over his own form, he could only magnify the powers of the witch who held him. Sammy had little power, so Al had nothing to magnify. A tear slid down Sammy’s cheek. Useless.
He stared at his phone, a lifetime away on top of his dresser. He summoned power and tried to lift it. Shit, nothing. Not a quiver. Even less power than he usually had. Besides, who would he call if he could get the damned phone? His mom and dad didn’t need this grief. And he didn’t really want to tell them what had happened. Chen couldn’t get out of his house easily at night. He could call Killian, but it was his anniversary. Plus, it would get Lucien in tons of trouble. Shit, it should! But maybe Lucien really had thought Sammy wanted this. Maybe Sammy had wanted it and sent the wrong signals? His skin burned like fire around his neck.
Sammy cried in earnest.
Suddenly he heard the door fly open. Shit. Was Lucien back?
“Sammy? Sammy, where are you?”
Ryder rushed around the screen that separated the sleeping space from the rest of the apartment, and 
Sammy cried harder.
“Sammy. God, what’s wrong?” Ryder squatted down on the floor and reached for Sammy.
“N-no. Can’t move. Too sick.”
“What can I do? I’ll call an ambulance.”
Sammy shook his head and regretted it instantly. “No, please. I don’t think I need a doctor.”
“You sure look like you do.” Ryder grabbed a cover off the bed and tucked it around Sammy’s naked body.
Sammy murmured, “Would you let Aloysius out of the bathroom?”
Ryder frowned. “How the hell did he get in there?”
Should he tell him? He had to tell someone. But he didn’t want Ryder to think less of him. “Long story.”
Ryder got up and opened the bathroom door. Like a furry missile, Al leaped out, landed beside Sammy’s collapsed body, and immediately padded up to his head and started licking him on the forehead. “Hey, that feels good.” Like that warm oil when he painted.
Ryder sat back down beside Sammy. He reached out one long-fingered hand and brushed Sammy’s hair off his face. Then he began to gently caress Sammy’s cheek. Between Al and Ryder, light and warmth shone through Sam’s body. The burning on his chest and neck lessened. “That’s so nice.” His eyes closed.
“Tell me what happened, Sam.”
“I can’t.”
“Please. It has something to do with Lucien, doesn’t it?”
Sammy nodded. Wow. It didn’t even hurt so much to nod. Ryder’s hand kept up its gentle stroking.
“I actually came here to warn you about him.”
“I should have listened to you before.”
“This is a bigger warning. I found out that he’s having sex with both Maybelle and Bilden. There may be others. I came to beg you not to sleep with him. People who have had sex with him seem weird. Did you notice how strange Maybelle and Bilden have been acting? I don’t know if the two facts are related, but I don’t think you should take the chance.”
Sammy started to cry.
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