Its Here!!! LOVE YOU SO HARD is now available!! #NewReRelease #TaraLain

Woohooo!! Love You So Hard is now available!!

Hi! I’m so happy to tell you that one of my most popular stories of all time, Love You So Hard, is now re-released from Dreamspinner. Happily, this will be the first in a series of new loosely connected romances called the Love You So stories. Love You So Hard was first written for the MM Romance Group on Goodreads and i’ll always be grateful to them for posting the photo of the sassy T-shirt that said, I Would Bottom You So Hard that became the inspiration for this tale of a guy who thinks he’s a loser until he meets the tutor who teaches him to top his life. Hope you enjoy it.

Blurb:
A Love You So Story

Craig Elson’s life has hit rock bottom. Even though he’s one of the best strategic planners around, a more confident guy takes credit for his work, and despite being a good-looking man, he suffers insults from the slimiest creep at the bar. Taking care of his beloved mom, who has Alzheimer’s, uses all his funds, leaving him in a plain, depressing car… and a plain, depressing life.

Until he sees gorgeous grad student Jesse Randall and his T-shirt that reads “I Would Bottom You So Hard.” The message seeps into Craig’s soul, and he asks Jesse to teach him to top.

Jesse’s had his eye on the quiet hottie who comes into the coffee shop, and he’s more than eager to perfect his tutoring. He sets out to get Craig a new job, a new apartment, and a new life so far outside plain and depressing that it’s unrecognizable.The problem is, Craig loves his lessons—and his teacher—too much to want to graduate. How can Craig reach the top without losing his sassy bottom?

Available for purchase at

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Excerpt

 

Five more minutes.

Craig took a sip of his latte and forced himself to lean against the coffee shop wall and stare at his phone screen. If the guy didn’t come in five minutes, he had to leave and get to work.

This was a huge day. That promotion would make the difference in—well, everything. But the guy was his good-luck charm. He really didn’t want to miss him. Maybe the kid would wear that shirt stretched across his lean chest. Craig swallowed hard and sipped the coffee.

Craig looked up as the door opened, then sighed softly when he saw a woman with two kids. The little boy and girl were pulling on her arms and yelling at each other. She got in line and let the two kids go. The boy grabbed for his sister, missed, flew across the store, and smashed into Craig’s legs. Craig grabbed his latte, dropped his phone, coffee splashed, and he jumped back to keep it off his suit. The woman behind him hollered and pushed him as his foot sank down on her toe.

Turning, he came face-to-face with her frown. He mirrored it. “I’m so sorry!”

A scream ricocheted off the walls, Craig looked back to see the kid in a heap on the floor, yelling his lungs out as people stared at Craig like he was a child molester.

The mother rushed over, grabbed the kid up in her arms, and carried him back to the line. No apology, no recognition of Craig’s existence. Jesus, what the hell was he? Invisible? He knew the answer to that one. His father had certainly told him often enough. With a sigh he reached down for his phone. Somehow it wasn’t broken.

He glanced at the door and then at his watch. Damn. Two more minutes.

People in the line chatted as they waited for Ida and Will to serve them. Craig didn’t actually know Ida and Will, but he’d heard him—the kid in the T-shirt—say their names a couple of times.

Thirty seconds. Come on—

The door pushed open. Oh yes, thank you, God. Every time, it was like some commercial on television for perfume or something. Time slowed down. The guy’s long, black-denim-clad leg stretched through the door, the fabric tightening across his thigh muscles. Another step and the jeans cupped his package like a jeweler showing off a diamond. The guy wasn’t real tall. Maybe five foot ten—inches shorter than Craig—but he added up to Craig’s idea of perfection.

That face. Half god, half elf. On the one hand, he had high cheekbones and a nicely shaped jaw. Real architectural. But that was in total contrast to the bright, crinkly eyes, the turned-up nose, and dishwater-blond hair that looked like it had been hacked into submission with a lawnmower—a very sexy lawnmower.

Craig sighed. Above the jeans, the guy wore a windbreaker with the hem of a white polo shirt sticking out. No black T-shirt. No shirt of Craig’s dreams. The shirt that ran through his mind as he sat at his desk working out strategic plans.

The one that said I Would Bottom You So Hard.

The kid had only worn it once that Craig had seen. That was all it took. Sure, he would have noticed this guy no matter what. He was that delicious. But he was also maybe twenty-one or twenty-two, which was at least four or five years too young for Craig. But the shirt. He saw it and the promise seeped right into his heart. His soul.

I would bottom you so hard. Damn, no one ever let Craig top. In thirty-two years of life, he’d never once topped. Even though he was tall, there was just something about him that screamed Shove my feet over my head and fuck me. Hell, he wasn’t complaining exactly. At least he got fucked—sometimes. But nobody thought of him as a top. Anywhere. He wasn’t even sure he bottomed hard.

The kid danced in the line. He didn’t have earbuds in, so he must be dancing to the music in his head. Craig glanced at his watch. He should go, but it was hard to leave that flexing ass. What would it be like to push his cock into that cute crack outlined between the denim pockets?

Whoa! He adjusted his suit coat over his bulge.

The kid’s pretty voice sang out—a little high but still real masculine. “Hey, Ida, babes. Do you have three caramel macchiatos for me, puh-leez?”

The older woman, heavyset, wearing an apron over her jeans and shirt, laughed. “For you, sweetheart, anything.”

Man, that was the truth. This was one of those genetically gifted charmers.

The man he’d heard called Will, who seemed like the owner of the coffee shop, leaned over the other end of the counter and waved. And then he said it. First time Craig had heard it. “Hi, Jesse. How you doin’, kid?”

Jesse. Jesse. Jesse. Perfect name.

 

Yahoo! Tara Lain’s NEVER, the Peter Pan tale, is in Audio! #fairytaleromance

Hi — If you love audiobooks as much as i do, I hope this will be good news. The latest Pennymaker Tale, NEVER, based on the Pater Pan trope, just came out in audio, read by the amazing Kale Williams. I’m off to listen to it too, but you can grab it now at Audible. Click HERE.

A Pennymaker Tale

Wendell “Wen” Darling lives in a world of shoulds and musts. Left to care for his brother and sister by his dull drudge of a father and wacko irresponsible mother, he suppresses his creativity, slaving in an ad agency 70 hours a week, letting his no-talent supervisor take the credit.

Then his bosses blow the campaign for their biggest client and Wen gets a chance to shine – but only if he can find the artist who painted a wild, glorious wall of graffiti in the subway. Hiding behind a pillar at 2:00 a.m., Wen comes face-to-face with the scarlet-haired, elven-faced embodiment of his divergent opposite – Peter Panachek, the flighty, live-for-today painter, singer, and leader of the rock group the Lost Boys.

Everything Wen takes seriously, Peter laughs off, but opposites attract, even if their kisses always lead to battles. Peter’s devil-may-care persona hides a world of secrets, self-protection, and hidden fears, until the day a drug dealer, Vadon Hooker, threatens everything Wen holds dear. Guided by the mysterious Mr. Pennymaker, Peter has to choose between facing responsibility or burrowing even deeper into Neverland.

I hope you’ll love Never and all the Pennymaker Tales — Sinders and Ash, Driven Snow and Beauty, Inc. You can see all my audio titles HERE.

Big Backlist Weekend with Tigris Eden and Tara Lain #2giveaways #paranormalromance

 Hi Everyone

Welcome to Big Backlist Weekend! This is a special event I post every month or so where I ask a wonderful author to come and join me in giving away a copy of an ebook from their backlist.

My guest today is Tigris Eden! DIRE CRAVINGS is her upcoming release and the second book in The Arctic Wolves Series! If you love sexy werewolves, this is the series for you! You can learn more about DIRE CRAVINGS here.
I’m giving away an ebook copy of THE PACK OR THE PANTER, the book that brings together my big, handsome, shy, tongue-tied werewolf, Cole, with more than his match, the snarky, independent, solitude loving panther shifter, Paris.

Here’s your chance to win one or the other of our books. Just enter on the Rafflecopter below and watch for Big Backlist Weekend with special guests every month.

 

Arctic Bound
(Arctic Wolves Book 1)
By Tigris Eden

Blurb:
There are secrets in even the smallest of towns…

Nerina Simpson fled the streets of New York City, hoping to find solace outside the small town of Talkeetna, Alaska. Physically scarred from a fire that claimed both her parents, Nerina keeps to herself while she tries to put the darkness of her life behind her.
When a winter storm forces her into town, she collides with Victor Canidae. An arrogant man who makes it no secret that he and everyone else in the town want her to leave.

Headstrong, and refusing to back down, Nerina finds herself in trouble when her two, four legged companions get lost in a storm, landing her in the path of an angry bear hell bent on taking her life. Until a mysterious white wolf comes to her rescue. When she wakes up in a warm cave, the last person she expected to see is Victor.

Stuck in a cave until the storm passes the two decide there is only one way to pass the time, and quickly when you’re getting physical.

***Multicultural Paranormal Romance +18 Light BDSM***

Available for purchase at

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Excerpt

 Chapter 1

Heat surrounded Nerina on all sides. Everywhere she turned there was smoke. It clouded her vision, suffocated her senses, and burned her lungs. The clothes on her body had long burned away. Chunks of her flesh hung off her arms and legs. Her body pulsed in agonizing pain. In the other room, she could hear her mother and father screaming as the fire blazed around her. Still, Nerina tried to look for a way out, for fresh air. She was determined to reach them. Fire crawled up the sides of the walls like waves rushing to the shoreline. She needed to find the door. Had to.

By the time she found it, the screams had ceased. She was too late; she knew they were gone, but called out to them anyway.

“Mom! Hold on! Dad! I’m coming! I’m coming!”

Reaching up, she grabbed for the knob, the skin from her hand sticking to the metal. Muscle and nerves she thought had long burned off, flared in excruciating pain. With a high-pitched scream, she peeled her hand from the hot metal.

Nerina woke tangled in her sheets. Her bed damp from her body’s perspiration. The nightmare never got better. It had been two years, and she could still smell the smoke, feel the heat of the fire on her skin. She’d lost her entire family that night. Her beautiful mother, Simone; and her father, Roman.

Her father had loved her and her mother. Nerina was the result of her mother’s forbidden relationship with Roman. Simone was an escort, and they were never meant to fall in love. After Nerina was born, they’d been targeted by Roman’s wife and his brother Oscar. It was the consequence of Roman choosing to care for them instead of leaving them destitute. She’d known it would come down to her father making a choice. She’d even understood he’d have to leave at some point. It was one of the reasons she’d taken on additional work with the Mistress when she became of age. Nerina never thought her uncle and her father’s wife would take measures to completely eradicate what they deemed a problem. You should have seen it coming. Her uncle was the main reason she had moved to Alaska. There was a price on her head. It also helped that her uncle loathed the cold climate and would never think to look for her in a place like Talkeetna, Alaska. Population two hundred and one, three if you included her dogs.

Nerina slowly rose from her bed. Demon and Daar lifted their heads to check on her as she limped towards her dresser. Darn leg still hadn’t gained its full mobility. Doctors said it might never.

“I’m all right, guys, heading to the outhouse.”

Both dogs stretched out, bellies flat on their beds as they watched her put on her boots and clothes. She’d only been in Alaska six months. She still wasn’t used to walking outside in the freezing cold to use the bathroom. But this was the only place no one would think to look for her. Talkeetna was about as unwelcoming as anyone could get. She only went to town for supplies, and in the six months she’d lived up on her hill, no one from the community except for Thorn, the town patriarch, and his grandson, Teak had ever come up to say hi or welcome her to town. Besides the Malamute and Alaskan husky, she was alone. Her cozy, one-bedroom, no-indoor-bathroom cabin overlooked the Alaskan range and faced Mt. McKinley. It was a great view, complete with a running creek and a wood-burning stove. Talk about roughing it. The landscape alone was enough to sell her on the place, though; and with it, came Demon and Daar. The previous owner, Mrs. Raines, had decided she’d had enough of long nights and cold winters. She’d packed her bags and moved to Florida.

Both dogs were loyal to the bone, and they welcomed her wholeheartedly. Daar was a massive, grey, white, and black husky with ice-blue eyes. Demon was huge, with black fur and silver eyes. He weighed over one hundred and forty pounds. He was the strangest dog she’d ever seen. In the dark, his eyes seemed to flash amber. Nerina attributed his strange eyes to a trick of the moon’s light. There was no way he was something other than a dog. Although, if she were truly honest with herself, he seemed more wolf-hybrid.

Walking out to the outhouse in the middle of the night had been scary the first couple of months she’d lived in Alaska. She’d moved to Talkeetna during the winter months when the nights were longer and the sun was scarce. The wind nipped at her face as she made her way to the shed. She didn’t need her flashlight. The lights from the Aurora Borealis danced high in the sky. Beautiful green and red outlined the black backdrop, lighting up the night. Nerina smiled as she opened the shed door. She was happy, truly happy with her slice of life.

The townspeople didn’t bother her up on her hill, and she was secluded enough no one could spy on her. And it was always a bit cold, even in the summer months—to a New Yorker, sixty degrees was considered hot—so it gave her a reason to keep her scars covered. No one knew about her past, and no one inquired about her future.

Finished with her business, she made her way back into the cabin where both dogs waited for their breakfast and daily walk. It was still dark and would be for most of the day. The sun only came out for a few hours this time of year. Her breakfast consisted of eggs, bacon, and grits. She served the dogs caribou meat and a can of tuna. The smell of breakfast always reminded her of her mom’s kitchen. A bittersweet memory that gave her comfort.

Snapping out of her haze, Nerina quickly finished her meal. Thorn would be expecting her in town for her monthly round-up of supplies. He preferred she come in early to avoid the townspeople. It wasn’t a matter of safety; it was just easier that way. If she avoided the good folks of Talkeetna, they avoided her; and in turn, Thorn wasn’t as grumpy. She threw on her skullcap and stepped into her snow pants and Keen Targhee waterproof hiking boots before zipping up her hooded parka. She looked like she was going on an Arctic expedition. She may as well have been. It was freezing cold outside. Slipping into her gloves, she whistled for the dogs and headed out into the frigid dark. Even though it was technically seven in the morning, the sun wouldn’t be up for a while.

Nerina knew taking the dogs out would be a strain on her. She couldn’t keep up with them because of her limp, and she wasn’t comfortable attaching the dogs to her sled. But she knew the exercise was good for her. They walked down by the creek behind her cabin, where colorful ice pillars could be seen off in the distance. By the time they made it back to the house, Nerina was exhausted and chilled from the cold air.

Readying the snowmobile for her trip into town, Nerina thought about her upcoming phone call. She only talked to Raven once a month. Each call was a reminder there was a price on her head. The dogs looked on as they stood by her front door.

“Don’t let me forget the wood, Demon, we’re low.”

She spoke to both dogs more and more. A sign she was going crazy, maybe? Most likely.

The people in town weren’t mean to her, but they weren’t particularly friendly either. Occasionally, she’d talk to Thorn’s daughter, Cassandra, who was the owner of the bed and breakfast she’d stayed at during her first visit to town. Nerina was treated fine as a tourist, but the moment she’d decided to stay, people became distant. A small part of her thought it was because she was bi-racial, but Thorn had assured her race had nothing to do with the negative treatment. He’d used the words ‘breed’ and ‘kind.’ If that wasn’t racist, she didn’t know what was.

Nerina was the owner of nine acres of beautiful Alaskan countryside, and Thorn had promised he’d help her add plumbing as well as a workout room. Huge spruce trees bordered her land. Beyond that was a national preserve that was owned by the town. She’d already received a warning to stay off their property. As if she wanted to explore their lands. There were bears in the woods, large wolves, and other carnivorous animals. She wasn’t stupid. The wind picked up as she headed into town. Harsh and cold, it bit into what little skin was exposed. Both dogs followed along effortlessly as they made their way down the hill.

“You know how important this meeting with Sasha and her parents is.” Victor stood from his chair across from his sister, Cassandra, and grunted. She was so dramatic.

“Everything will be fine, Cass.”

“The engagement is not official; you need to ensure everything is perfect. Uniting the Packs is top priority.”

He knew she was right, of course. Fewer males were taking mates. They’d offer up their seed to produce offspring, but that was all. Females were of the same mind. His sister had participated in the breeding program. She refused to take a mate. A hundred years ago, that would not have been tolerated. Now, everyone had choices. Who to bed, who to mate, and, of course, who they could reject.

His father and Sasha’s father, Eric, had arranged his union with the female from the time they could walk. Sasha was twenty-four moons his junior, and to him, she was also immature. The tales of her temper tantrums had reached even his ears. However, she was beautiful, and in perfect breeding condition. No one could argue that fact. Her pale skin and golden hair were more than to his liking. She had a slender frame, and her eyes were the color of wheatgrass. A peculiar color, but intriguing all the same. There were two things Victor was sure of: they would be mated, and she would obey him in all things.

Thorn and Eric had agreed on a spring mating ceremony. All the Packs from Canada and Alaska would be there to witness his union to Sasha. It was his duty to the Pack to ensure that their way of life continued. He would still have to take down his father and Eric in a brutal battle, but they’d agreed it wouldn’t be a death challenge. The wolf in him would try to conquer, showing any onlookers he was not one to be challenged. He had to prove he was able to lead with a strong hand. However, the human in him knew it was the best course of action to show mercy and restraint. Things were different now.

He’d still have bedding rights to all the unmated women in the territories. Sasha was afforded the same courtesy with all unmated males. A throwback from the earlier days, but a practice kept around due to the intense sexual needs of their kind. They could also enact bedding rights on the other if they decided. Which meant Sasha could intervene with him and another female if she so chose, and vice versa.

“I won’t let the family down, Cass.” Victor reiterated. His sister and his mother both wanted the mating between him and Sasha to go off without incident.

“Good to hear,” his father, Thorn, said as he walked in with Victor’s nephew, Teak.

“Hey there, Uncle Vic. What can I do you for?” His nephew held up his hand in a fist and gestured for them to bump knuckles.

“Cass, stop letting the boy watch MTV and those dumbass movies. It’s ruining his brain.”

Cassandra laughed and untied her apron as she made her way over to her son, hugging him fiercely. Teak was twelve moons from becoming a mature adult male. To humans, he looked sixteen. Really, he was twenty-nine.

“It’s not me, brother. He keeps sneaking up to the Simpson place to watch the woman. I told him it was rude, but the boy has a crush.”

The Simpson place? He’d only been gone for six months. Had a lone wolf moved in?

“You mean the Raines place? Did someone new move in?”

“Yeah, she moved in about six months ago while you were away on business.”

This was news to him. Mrs. Raines was the only human they’d allowed in town, so whoever this Simpson lady was, she must be a wolf.

“Demon and Daar?”

“They’re up there with her. Demon refused to leave her side when old Mrs. Raines sold the place to Nerina.”

Nerina? What kind of name was that? No one had even consulted him about possibly moving a stranger into their midst. He was, after all, going to be the new Alpha.

“Father?” Victor questioned.

Thorn grunted.

“It was my choice, son. She’s harmless enough, likes her privacy. And she’s human.”

Human? Seriously, like the town really had time to get acclimated to a new human. It had been bad enough with Mrs. Raines. And she was only accepted because she’d mated Picar, who was from their Pack. Something that wasn’t widely accepted, but exceptions were made all the time. This newcomer could be a problem, or worse, she could be a Hunter. They could appear to be human, and in some cases, were. It was the older Hunters that posed the most threat. There was a good reason the Packs had relocated to Alaska. Hunters didn’t like the cold. But he wasn’t ready to take any chances. Hunters were vampires. Their one true enemy.

“Teak, stay away from the outsider.”

His nephew arched a brow, smiling devilishly.

“Yeah, right, like I could ever ignore her. Nerina Simpson is hot. Like fire in my pants hot.”

Cass hit Teak over the head, making him duck. Victor grinned.

“I don’t care how hot she is, keep away from her. She could be a Hunter.”

Hunters were hell-bent on destroying all Werewolves. It was an ancient war that had killed more than a third of their population. It was also the reason they’d migrated to the New World and up North to harsher climates.

Pack Canidae were the true founders of Talkeetna. His father’s father had founded the town officially in 1919, but the Pack had settled in the area long before there were towns and railroads. His ancestors were originally from Mesopotamia, by way of Egypt. Captured as a boy and recruited into the Secret Order of Anubis, Enil had been forced to drink the god’s blood, changing him forever. There were Hunters then, and there were Hunters now, and Nerina Simpson could very well be one of them.

“Give him a break. Nerina keeps to herself, and Demon hasn’t said anything ill of her.” Cass turned to her son and stood on her toes to kiss the towering male.

“Listen to your uncle, Teak. He’ll soon be Alpha.”

“Yes, Mother. Sorry, Uncle. I’ll keep my distance,” his nephew said, looking down at his feet.

Victor nodded and sat down at the counter, pouring himself a cup of hot chocolate.

 

About The Author

Tigris is a military brat who’s done her fair share of travelling, thanks to her Army father. She’s married to the infamous LL and has three boys. She currently resides in Houston and is actively seeking a book-buddy for the end of the world.

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The Pack or the Panther
(Tales of the Harker Pack Book 1)
By Tara Lain

Blurb: 
Cole Harker, son of an alpha werewolf, is bigger and more powerful than most wolves, tongue-tied in groups, and gay. For twenty-four years, he’s lived to please his family and pack—even letting them promise him in marriage to female werewolf Analiese to secure a pack alliance and help save them from a powerful gangster who wants their land. Then Cole meets Analiese’s half-brother, panther shifter Paris Marketo, and for the first time, Cole wants something for himself.

When Analiese runs off to marry a human, Cole finally has a chance with Paris, but the solitary cat rejects him, the pack, and everything it represents. Then Cole discovers the gangster wants Paris too and won’t rest until he has him. What started as a land dispute turns into World War Wolf! But the bigger fight is the battle between cats and dogs.

Available for purchase at

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Excerpt

Cole Harker, son of an alpha werewolf, is bigger and more powerful than most wolves, tongue-tied in groups, and gay. For twenty-four years, he’s lived to please his family and pack—even letting them promise him in marriage to female werewolf Analiese to secure a pack alliance and help save them from a powerful gangster who wants their land. Then Cole meets Analiese’s half-brother, panther shifter Paris Marketo, and for the first time, Cole wants something for himself.

 When Analiese runs off to marry a human, Cole finally has a chance with Paris, but the solitary cat rejects him, the pack, and everything it represents. Then Cole discovers the gangster wants Paris too and won’t rest until he has him. What started as a land dispute turns into World War Wolf! But the bigger fight is the battle between cats and dogs.

Cole’s lips turned up just a smidge. “Uh, you look good. I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

“What the fuck?” He threw his hands in the air and collapsed in a wing-back chair. “You came to my show. Of course you expected to see me.”

“Uh, I mean I didn’t expect to see you off stage.”

Paris frowned. What kind of game was this? “What in the hell are you talking about? You came here to get me.”

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I didn’t come here for you at all. I remembered that you said Eliazer came here to see you, and it was the only place I knew to look for him. That’s why I came.”

“Not for me?” He wanted to scream and he wanted to cry. Which one would win?

“No. You said to leave you alone.”

“You son of a bitch!” Paris leaped out of the chair and hurled himself across the room at Cole with his fingers extended like claws. He hit the wolf like a missile and scratched at his face. “You bastard. You sucked me in and got me involved with your ridiculous pack crap.”

“Wait. Hold on.” Cole wrapped a huge arm around his middle, pulled Paris’s back against his chest, and held him with his feet off the floor. The big, dumb, bastard!

Paris kicked his feet, which was humiliating. “Let me go.”

“And let you scratch me? No way.”

Paris shook his head wildly. Frustration. “Why did you—? Why didn’t you—? Shit!”

“Uh-uh. You’re just a confused kitty.”

He had to stop this. Heat pushed behind his eyes. Damn. What was going on? The words flew out. “You didn’t come for me.”

For a second Cole said nothing. “You said you didn’t want me. Hell, you practically tore down your parents’ office door proving it.”

Paris frowned. “That’s right. I don’t.”

Cole loosened his grip just a little and let Paris’s feet hit the floor, though his strong arms still held Paris’s body tight. It felt way too good. “So why should I come looking for you?”

“Because you want me?”

“What gave you your first clue?” His voice held laughter.

“The nine-inch steel rod sticking in my butt?”

A big hand slid down the front of Paris’s robe. “Oh, like the tentpole I see you’re sporting?”

Cole’s fingers brushed the silk robe aside and closed around Paris’s erection. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

“I don’t.” But his hips were thrusting his cock into Cole’s hand. Liar hips.

Cole pressed tight against Paris’s butt. That big cock nestled between his ass cheeks. More!

Oh hell. He was burning up! He turned in Cole’s loosened embrace and grabbed his face, pushing his mouth hard against those carved lips. He reached down, managed to pull Cole’s zipper past that hard-on from heaven, and stood on tiptoe so he could rub their dicks together.

Cole pulled back, gasping. “I don’t have long. Lindsey is outside waiting for me.”

A low growl trembled past Paris’s lips. Shit, where did that come from?

Cole’s eyes widened. “Linds? He’s just my friend. But Eliazer is out there. I don’t want to put Lindsey in danger.”

Paris heard his own breath, hot and hard. “Fuck me quick. I can’t stand it if you don’t.”

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He’ll marry the maid to get $50 million but a secret could queer the deal.

Taylor Fitzgerald needs a last-minute bride.

On the eve of his twenty-fifth birthday, the billionaire’s son discovers that despite being gay, he must marry a woman before midnight or lose a fifty-million-dollar inheritance. So he hightails it to Las Vegas… where he meets the beautiful maid Ally May.

There’s just one rather significant problem: Ally is actually Alessandro Macias, son of a tough Brazilian hotel magnate. But if Ally keeps pretending to be a girl for a little while longer, is there a chance they might discover this marriage is tailor-made?

 

Release Day & Giveaway: Bleu Balls! #BallsToTheWall #IdenticalTwins

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Identical twins. Unique love stories. 

 Hi! I’m very excited to introduce you to my new novel, Bleu Balls! Bleu Balls is the story of the identical McMillan twins and is the first full length romance novel in the Balls to the Wall series. It’s a complex story, with both brothers getting their HEA. Like all the Balls to the Wall books, it stands alone, so if you want to plunge into the series here, feel free. I hope you love my Double Trouble twins and want to join them on their adventures trading places and finding love.  : )

Bleu Balls
(Balls to the Wall Series #7)
By Tara Lain

Blurb:
Double trouble. The McMillan twins, Robin and Bobby, are renowned for their talents—both as fine artists and for thrilling the various men who catch their eyes. As different in style and personality as their DNA is identical, they’re nonetheless best friends who divide and conquer, with Robin doing the serious painting and Bobby adding the sunny salesmanship.But when their most important client decides Bobby must wield the paintbrush, the brothers revert to childhood tactics and switch places. Then along comes Micah, a handsome doctor who’s attracted to Bobby but invites Robin out to try to please his homophobic brother, and Paolo, the pain-in-the-butt client who thinks he’s wooing Bobby when he’s actually after Robin. Paolo harbors his own hidden pain that weirdly intersects with Robin’s, but pride and privacy conspire to produce what will either be a masterpiece—or end up as Dogs Playing Poker.
 
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Excerpts

 

“Hey, gorgeous, want to dance?”
Bobby looked up at the attractive guy who’d been
eyeing him for the last hour. “Oh, I don’t know—”
“Come on, Bobby, go. Go!” Rodney pushed Bobby out
of the chair.
He smiled, but it took some effort. “Okay, so I
guess yes.” He followed the man’s trim ass in nice summer-wool slacks toward
the tiny dance floor in the lounge at the Rose. Jerry and his honey, Mick, were
already dancing. The two big firefighters took up more than their share of the
available boogie space, but they looked so happy it made Bobby tear up.
The guy turned and pulled Bobby into his arms.
Clearly he intended to lead. Okay with
me.
“I’m Aaron, by the way.” The guy had nice hazel eyes and carefully
brushed brown hair.
“Bobby.”
He started a not-very-complex box step. “You’re
an artist, aren’t you?”
“Yes, how did you know?”
“I saw you at the Sawdust. I really like your
stuff. Very unique.”
“Thank you.” Come
on, be charming.
“What do you do?”
“Stockbroker. Let me know if you need any
investment tips.”
Bobby laughed. “Believe me, artists need tips on
keeping their rent paid, although I’ll admit, we’re having a good summer.”
“We?”
“Me and my brother. We paint together.”
“Oh. Interesting. Keeping it in the—holy shit!”
Bobby looked up at Aaron and followed his line of
sight to the door—where, sure enough, Robin had just walked in. Bobby waggled
his fingers and called over the piped-in music. “Hi, dear.”
Robin waved back.
Aaron said, “But you two are identical.”
“Yes, of course. We’re the McMillan twins.”
Bobby felt Aaron react—somewhere between a jerk
and a laugh.
“What?” Bobby looked up into a face that had been
pleasant and now leered.
“Fuck, why didn’t you tell me you were Double
Trouble?”
Bobby frowned. “Was I supposed to?”
“Shit, yes. I mean, what does it take to get some
backroom action from you two? Hell, I can pay.”
“Pay?” Bobby pressed his hands against Aaron’s
chest and shoved. “Get your hands off me, you pervert.”
“What?”
Bobby turned his tail and flipped it back to the
table—but his insides rolled with anger and nausea.
Robin saw his face and sprang up. “What’s wrong?
What happened?”
“Nothing I don’t deserve. He saw you and realized
we were Double Trouble. He said he’d like to pay us.” Robin clenched his fists,
but Bobby put a hand on his arm. “You can’t blame him for getting the wrong
idea.”
“Oh? Watch me.” Robin stared pugnaciously across
the dance floor.

 

 

He uncovered the paints he’d left on his huge palette. Plastic kept
them wet so they could be used a second day.
Funny how he hadn’t minded pretending to be Bobby all that much.
The world looked different when people expected him to be nice.
Clearing his mind, he faced the wall and began to paint.
A second later—maybe more like an hour—the scaffold began to shake.
Okay, get ready to be your brother.
Paolo’s perfect face popped over the top, and he gave Robin a half
smile that reminded him of himself. Robin plastered on the huge, pearly Bobby
face. “Hiiiii!”
Paolo swung himself up and gazed at the wall. “Man, you made some
progress. But you covered over some of the light parts. Decide against them?”
Robin planted a hand on his hip. “Yes, I didn’t think it deserved
to be too sunny.”
“I like this better.”
“You would.” He arched a brow, and Paolo snorted a laugh.
“So did you get the pieces mailed?” Paolo kept staring at the
canvas.
What the hell? “Uh, yes.”
Those piercing eyes stared at Robin. “Was Robin there when you went
in?”
“Oh, yes. Yes, he was.”
“So he went to the post office?”
“Uh-huh.” Robin daubed some paint on the mural. What the hell was
Paolo talking about?
“So you sent off that coat and jacket?” Paolo stood. Robin could
feel the movement more than see it as he stared hard at the wall.
Well, shit. Coat? “Right.” Try
to look engrossed.
Strong hands clasped his shoulders, and he was physically turned.
Okay, Robin was pretty strong, but Paolo stood a good five inches taller and fifty
pounds heavier, plus Robin wasn’t fighting. Paolo gave him a narrow-eyed smile.
“I thought we could take up where we left off last night.” He leaned in and his
lips captured Robin’s with an intensity that spoke of dark bedrooms, not narrow
wooden platforms in the sky.
Do not give a shit. Those lips are heaven.
Robin dropped his brush—God knew what it did to Paolo’s $300
jeans—and wrapped his arms around Paolo so tight he could have been arrested
for kidnapping. Paolo’s tongue scoured the secret hiding places in Robin’s
mouth, and for a moment Robin forgot try to take charge. He just enjoyed and
let one leg float up Paolo’s hip. Five inches doth not a solid contact make,
but Robin humped Paolo’s thigh and pressed the heel of his hand against the big
bulge in Paolo’s pants. Oh yeah, that got a moan of enthusiasm from Mr. Hunky
Architect.
Robin slid his hands over Paolo’s hard-as-iron butt—What does he do with that thing?—and
squeezed and released. Damn, if they lay down, could they fuck here? No, no
lube or condoms. But a good blowjob could still be in order.
Robin released Paolo and started sliding to the floor. It took work
to inch down Paolo’s fly over that mighty erection, but finally he achieved
release and reached into a pair of baby blue boxer briefs to free the
inhabitant.
“My oh my.” Long, sturdy, cut, and straight as an arrow.
Paolo just breathed—really loudly.
“Mine.” Robin licked the fat head and got a slow, soft moan from
Paolo. Ah yes, encouragement. Wonder how
far Bobby went last night?
He laved the sides of the shaft, then, counting
on the element of surprise, thrust that solid eight-inch dick into his mouth
and down his throat in one smooth move.
“Holy shit!” Paolo locked his hands in Robin’s hair. Pushed and
pulled back, pushed and pulled back. Robin’s tongue reveled in the smooth
firmness of the shaft, the silk of the head, and the intrigue of secret
crevices. “Oh man. Oh.” Steadily, Paolo pushed Robin in farther and farther—then
suddenly, with a yank, he pulled Robin’s head away from his cock until he
looked down in his face.
“Why’d you make me stop? You don’t appreciate talent?” Robin
grinned.

Paolo gazed at him. “I do appreciate talent, and you’re loaded with
it on every level. What I don’t appreciate are liars, and you sure as fuck
aren’t Bobby.”

 

The Balls to the Wall Series
Volley Balls
Bk #1
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Fire Balls 
Bk #2
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Beach Balls
Bk #3
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FAST Balls
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Bk #6
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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”!

 

You can find Tara at Lain

99 Cent Balls Books from Tara Lain! #SpecialSale

Hi — Guess what? Right now, three Balls books are available on Amazon for 99 cents! Volley Balls, Fire Balls and FAST Balls are all available and here’s a secret — the FAST Balls price is a mistake. At other sites, it’s $2.99. So grab it quick while it’s only 99 cents. Beach Balls is $1.99.

High Balls, which is a brand new book this year in the Balls series, is only $4.61. And of course, Snow Balls, the winter tale, just re-released in December. These special prices are building up to the release of Bleu Balls on January 9th.

I hope you’re having a wonderful holiday! Happy reading. : )

Holiday Reads from Tara Lain! #holidays #cowboys #SnowBalls

Tis the season for holiday reads!  

Did you know that Be Bad, For Goodness Sake and Misletowed are both 99 Cents! If you’re a member of the KU program, Misletowed is included!

Be Bad, For Goodness Sake is a M/F and Misletowed is MM, MF, MMF!

Do you like cowboys? Cowboys Don’t Come Out is also considered a holiday read!

My latest release Snow Balls arrived just in time for this year’s holiday season!

 

Do you like reading holiday stories? What are some of your favorites?

 

 

 

A Pinnacle of Balls — Get Ready! #TaraLain #BallstotheWall

Hi – -If you’ve read any of the Balls books, heard about them, or considered reading them, listen up. A highpoint is coming for the beautiful boys ofLaguna Beach. You may know that i wrote the first book in this series, Volley Balls, in 2011. I never thought of it as the first book in its own series. In fact, it was written as a book in a multi-author series for my publisher at the time. It did well, but it was the existence of a fantastic character who readers loved — Rodney Mansfield — that actually persuaded me to write book 2, Fire Balls. Fire Balls was one of the top sellers in gay romance in 2012 and a series was born. Beach Balls came next and then Snow Balls, both in 2012. Snow Balls was also a huge bestseller, so i went on to write FAST Balls in 2013. FAST Balls was Jerry’s story, another favorite reader character, and that felt like the end of the series. Fans have continued to read the books and ask about them, but i moved on to other series and other characters.

Then this year, my publisher Dreamspinner Press, contracted the re-release of the 5 book series and i got inspired to write some more Balls books and to go back and rewrite the old ones where i felt it was needed. It’s been a fun year. Starting in January 2017 through this month, the whole series has re-released. Volley Balls was completely rewritten to include more of the romance between Edge with David and Gareth. Fire Balls wasn’t changed a lot since its so much a favorite, but i added quite a few more scenes to Beach Balls and FAST Balls. Then this past October, I released a brand new book in the series — High Balls.  I had so much fun writing High Balls I decided to tell another Balls story, the book about the twins, Robin and Bobby. That book is called Bleu Balls and it comes out in January, after Snow Balls re-releases this week with new scenes. Bleu Balls is the first full length novel in the series.

I have to say that JJ in Snow Balls is a favorite character of mine Release is only a couple days away and you can now buy it at AMAZON.

So anyone who hasn’t read the series can in fact start anywhere and read all the books (7) if they want to as of next month. Big Balls fans have new books to keep them smiling. Will there be more Balls books? We’ll see. Those boys are always hollering for more stories. Have any faves you want to have happily ever aftered?

 

New Release! “Never” by Tara Lain. Blog Tour #Prize #PeterPan

When your dreams come to life, do you fall in love — or send them back to Neverland?

Hi and welcome. It’s my delight to announce the release of my new Pennymaker Tale, Never. If you’re not familiar with The Pennymaker Tales, they are all inspired by the tropes of popular fairy tales and stories. As such, they all stand alone, but they’re united by one continuing character — the mysterious Mr. Pennymaker. Writing a contemporary gay romance based on Peter Pan proved to be a fun and unique challenge. I hope you love it. Be sure to enter to win on the Rafflecopter!

Blog Tour Stops

 

November 3, 2017
My Fiction Nook
Making it Happen

 

November 4, 2017 
Readaholicys Anonymous
November 6, 2017 
Stories That Make You Smile
Bonkers about books

 

November 7, 2017 
Books,Dreams,Life
Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words

 

November 8, 2017
Love Bytes
 books are love

 

November 9, 2017 
Bayou Book Junkie
V’s Reads

 

Never
(The Pennymaker Tales, #4)
By Tara Lain

Blurb:
Wendell “Wen” Darling lives in a world of shoulds and musts. Left to care for his brother and sister by his dull drudge of a father and wacko irresponsible mother, he suppresses his creativity, slaving in an ad agency seventy hours a week, letting his no-talent supervisor take the credit.

Then his bosses blow the campaign for their biggest client and Wen gets a chance to shine—but only if he can find the artist who painted a wild, glorious wall of graffiti in the subway. Hiding behind a pillar at 2:00 a.m., Wen comes face-to-face with the scarlet-haired, elven-faced embodiment of his divergent opposite—Peter Panachek, the flighty, live-for-today painter, singer, and leader of the rock group the Lost Boys. Everything Wen takes seriously, Peter laughs off, but opposites attract, even if their kisses always lead to battles. Peter’s devil-may-care persona hides a world of secrets, self-protection, and hidden fears, until the day a drug dealer, Vadon Hooker, threatens everything Wen holds dear. Guided by the mysterious Mr. Pennymaker, Peter has to choose between facing responsibility or burrowing even deeper into Neverland.

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Excerpts 

 

Peter looked up, stood, and John hurled himself into the air.
Peter caught him, although it knocked him back a step or two. As Wen walked up,
Peter and John were laughing.
Wen said, “Hi.” Duh. Wit to
spare.
Peter gave him an unreadable face. “Hi.”
Peter set John’s feet back on the floor, but John took his hand.
“Thanks, man, for saving me.”
A flicker of some kind of pain whipped across his face. “Wen saved
you. I just screwed things up so you got kidnapped.”
John crossed his arms and frowned. “We’re not back there, are we?
Shit happens, Peter.”
Wen sucked in breath to chastise John for the language and laughed
instead. “Yes, it does. You got John in trouble through no fault of your own,
and he shouldn’t have been running off to Neverland at the crack of dawn
anyway. ” He gave John a look. “Then you got him out of it. Our plan wouldn’t
have worked without you.”
Peter shrugged.
Wen slowly inhaled. Am I
doing this?
“There’s something else. I don’t think we work very well
without you either—John and Michaela and, uh, me. I know you’ve got a lot of
decisions to make, but would you throw that into the mix?” He clenched his
hands together and hoped.
Peter stared at him. “You’re kidding. I’m a ne’er-do-well with no
job and no place to live and a demanding family breathing down my neck. You’re
a head of household with kids to raise and taxes to pay and a job where they
don’t appreciate you that you don’t want to lose. How the hell does that work?”
Wen swallowed. “I can’t believe you just used ‘ne’er-do-well’ in a
sentence.”

 

 

 

He sighed loudly as he pulled a green T-shirt over his head with
his back turned to Tink. The T-shirt was just like the others except it
proclaimed in brilliant sparkles Underthrow
the Overground
. He stared in the wavy mirror on the back of the closet
door. She’s right. Wen upsets me. Why the
fuck can’t I stay away from him?
“Let’s just go play music, okay?”
He retraced his steps out the dressing room door and went to drown
himself in lyrics.
Two hours later he knew it wasn’t working. All he could see was
Wen’s face. John’s face. I don’t want to
see them.
He snorted. I don’t want to
want to see them. That’s different
.
When they took their break, Wen walked off the stage straight into
Mr. Pennymaker. Somehow he’d changed to a black jacket with floral collar and
cuffs. Seriously? And somehow he’d
gotten past the guards to hang out backstage. He pressed his hands together.
“Splendid, Peter.”
“You kidding?” Peter frowned. “I can barely get my head out of my
ass.”
“Yes, but sometimes that’s precisely the view we need.”
Peter spewed a laugh. “What do you want with me, really?”
“Why must I want something?”
“Because people don’t usually bother with people unless they want
things.”
He rubbed his chin with two fingers. “All right. I want you to be
happy.”
“Why me, for God’s sake? You don’t even know me.”
He smiled softly. “I want everyone to be happy, Peter. I just
happen to be speaking with you.”
“Jesus!” Peter wiped a hand over the back of his neck. “You’re too
smart for me, old man.”
“Not at all. I simply want you to be smart for you.”
“What does that look like?”
“Getting your head out of your ass and paying attention to what
you want instead of what you think you should want.” He yawned behind his hand.
“I’m a bit tired, so I’ll say good night. Thank all the Lost Boys for such a
splendid show.”
Mr. Pennymaker turned, walked out through the stage door, and was
gone.
Peter’s mouth hung open. Hit
by a five-foot-one-inch truck.

 

The Pennymaker Tales Series

 

 

Sinders and Ash
(The Pennymaker Tales Series, #1)
by Tara Lain
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(The Pennymaker Tales Series, #2)
by Tara Lain
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Beauty, Inc.
(The Pennymaker Tales Series, #3) 

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Want to get these lovelies in paperback? 
Sinders and Ash and Beauty, Inc. (Pennymaker Tales)

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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”!

 

You can find Tara at Lain

 

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Hi! Guess what. My very popular series, the Pennymaker Tales, is  on sale. You can get Sinders and Ash for 99 Cents, Driven Snow for $1.99, Beauty, Inc. For $2.99 and the new book, Never, is now available for preorder at all outlets!

To read excerpts, click on the book pages. You’ll find the books at your favorite bookseller. Here are the Amazon links —

Sinders and Ash HERE

 

 

 

 

 

 

Driven Snow HERE

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beauty, Inc.  HERE

 

 

 

 

 

 

Never HERE