Hi everyone! It’s just three weeks until the release of Golden Dancer. I’m excited. I still don’t have my cover, but i want to give you all a nibble of the book. This scene mentions all my three heroes — Mac MacAllister, the investigative reporter, Daniel Terrebone, the billionaire art collector and technologist, and Trelain Medveyev, the greatest male ballet dancer of his generation. In this scene Mac, who just had a close encounter with Trelain, is talking with his best friend, Debbie.
Excerpt: PG13 Golden Dancer by Tara Lain
Available Sept 27 from Loose Id
She plopped down, the indeterminate fabric making a squishy sound. “You doing that ballet piece? I don’t want to disturb you.” Of course, she didn’t look like she was about to get up and leave.
“No, I posted that yesterday, right after I saw the rehearsal.” Yeah, and before he’d entertained the lead dancer with a nice handjob. Shit.
“So, you working on Terrebone?”
“Yeah.” He pushed his office chair away from the computer and turned toward her.
She laughed. “You know, sometimes I feel sorry for that guy you’re so obsessed with proving a thief.”
Mac frowned at her. “He is a thief. You wouldn’t doubt my time-honored instincts, would you?” He tried to grin.
“Sure, Mac. It’s just that the guy made his millions on his own. He’s a real genius and a true entrepreneur. Hell, he gives away a ton of money to charity and, I don’t know, securing world peace or something. He strikes me as one of the good guys. Why would he steal some statue when he could buy sixty of them?”
That was the question, wasn’t it? Shit. “I don’t know, but I do know he wanted that statue really bad — bad enough to do something outside the box to get it, I figure. And he certainly has the resources to get the job done.”
She made a humming sound. Not too convinced. “So give. How was it? Is he as amazing as they say?”
“Terrebone?”
“No, nitwit, Medveyev.”
Mac glanced away. Amazing in more ways than one. “Yeah, he’s amazing.”
She leaned forward, throwing the curly red mane over her shoulder to get it out of her face. “Yes, and…? You see the greatest dancer of his generation, and you’re not running off at the mouth? Hell, are you sure he was that great?”
He had to move. He got up and walked the few steps into the little kitchen. “Yes, he’s that great. You want a beer or some iced tea?”
“Tea, thanks.” He could feel her looking at his back as he fished the pitcher from the refrigerator and poured the tea. He knew he should be talking a blue streak about the man, but he just couldn’t do it. Every feeling he had about Trelain seemed too personal to share. Too revealing.
“Mac, are you okay?”
Yeah, he knew that question was coming. He didn’t know how to answer it. He turned with two glasses of tea, a smile plastered on his face. “Sure, I’m fine.”
She cocked her head and looked at him sideways. “No, you’re not. What’s going on? Did the ballet thing bring up bad memories or something? Shit, sweetie, I didn’t mean to drag you back in time.”
“No, nothing like that.” He handed her the glass and sat in the comfy chair opposite the couch. The room was just big enough for a little sitting area, his desk, and a million books.
She took a sip. “So what, then? And don’t give me that ‘I’m fine’ crap.”
Okay, she was his best friend. Nobody knew him better than Debbie, including his parents. But still… “Something happened I wasn’t expecting, that’s all.”
“What? At the ballet?”
“The ballet was phenomenal. The Russian is brilliant. Beyond description, really.” He sighed. “The rest of it feels weird to talk about.”
Her eyes widened. “To me? It feels weird to talk to me, who held you on the toilet when you were so sick you couldn’t poop by yourself? Baby, this is serious.”
“It’s not that big a deal.” Who was he kidding?
“Oh really?” So, he wasn’t kidding her. Must be the other person on the premises.
He got up for more tea. “I had this weird idea I could write a profile on the guy for the Window.”
She stretched her legs out on the couch. “So why’s that weird? Woo would love to have a profile of a celebrity like him.”
“Yeah, that’s what I figure. Plus the investigation of Terrebone has cut down on my output some, so I figured it was a win-win.” He sat and sipped. “So, we went to dinner together, uh, so I could interview him.”
She was very still for a few seconds. “Mac, did you have sex with Trelain Medveyev?”
Hope you’re looking forward to the book as well. Yes, there will be a blog tour! It will only be two weeks because i’ll be leaving for GayRomLit in New Orleans, but we should be able to have a lot of fun and give away some books in that time. Thanks so much for coming by the blog.
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