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. :  )