New Release! “Snow Balls” by Tara Lain. Blog Tour #Prize

Is it always wrong to pretend to be Mr. Right?

Hi and welcome to the re-release of one of my favorite novellas, Snow Balls. This book has been called charming, sweet, and very funny, as well as romantic. I hope you enjoy it. and be sure to enter to win the Amazon GC on Rafflecopter. Hugs — Tara

Snow Balls
(Balls to the Wall Series, #4)
By Tara Lain

Blurb:

JJ LaRousse looks like a quarterback but acts like a queen. He’s trying to be proud of who he is—until a robbery at the famous Laguna Winter Fantasy brings JJ face-to-face with tough cop Ryan Star. JJ hears Ryan likes manly men, so he drops his voice an octave, colors his pink hair, and tries to pass as a football fan.

Ryan Star may be tough, but he keeps his sexuality to himself at work. He learned in New York that being a gay cop can be deadly. His attraction to JJ threatens his secret, but he’s finding it hard to back away from a guy who’s so totally his type. Then, during a ski trip and a confrontation with JJ’s biggest nemesis, all the façades come crashing down. In the aftermath, can Ryan love JJ for who he really is? More importantly, can JJ?

 

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The cop beamed at him. “Good job, JJ. Now what else can you
remember?”
Oh my, how he loved pleasing the nice detective. “Santa was
wearing a phony beard, but he had black stubble on his cheek above it. He had
on sunglasses. Cheap ones. Prada knockoffs you might get on the street in Santa
Ana.” Okay, maybe too much information. “Uh, he was wearing some padding, but I
think he probably had some fat of his own. The elf was skinny. And”—he closed
his eyes and pulled up the picture again—“he had weird eyes.”
“How weird?”
“Kind of pale and a little scary-looking.”
“Could they have been contacts?”
“Doubt it.” He closed his eyes again. Oh, he loved that
scent. He opened them. “I couldn’t see the elf’s hair because he wore a full
wig, but I’ll bet it was red.”
Star frowned. “Why do you think that?”
“He had those freckles that some redheads have. Might be.”
“Is there anything else?”
JJ nodded. Could he think of twenty more things to keep the
good detective here? “The bigger man spoke to me, and he had an accent of some
kind.”
“What kind?”
JJ screwed up his nose. “Hmm. It was a little like Southern,
but… I know, I think it was like Boston or New England or something. Sort of
flat-sounding.”
“Was the voice deep?”
JJ breathed out slowly. “Not as deep as yours.”
Star’s blue eyes flashed up at him.
“Uh, I mean you have a low voice. The Santa’s voice was
higher and nasally.”
“Do you think you would recognize it again?”
“Possibly.”
Star asked him a few more questions about what the robbers
had said and where they seemed to be going. He flipped the notebook closed.
“You’ve been extremely helpful. Thank you for your time.”
JJ tried to keep his voice low. “Anytime.”
Star looked back at him for a moment. “I may have a few more
questions. Is there somewhere I can reach you?”
Oh, be still my heart. JJ recited his cell number, and Star
wrote it in his notebook—on a separate page. Oh my.
“So, you a Trojan?”
“What?” JJ swallowed.
Star pointed at his head. “USC.”
“Oh, uh, no. Just a, uh, fan.”
That blazing smile again. “You like football.” It wasn’t a
question, thank God.
“I’ve been known to watch a game.” JJ held his breath.
The appraising blue eyes stared into his. “Thanks again for
your great help.”
“My pleasure.” Or at least his cock’s pleasure.
Detective Ryan Star walked away toward a group of uniformed
officers gathered at the booth across from JJ’s. The cop’s jeans clung to lean,
muscled thighs, and the tweed sports jacket had an obligatory feel, like maybe
it wasn’t something he wore in his free time. It wasn’t something he should
wear at all. That man needed a dresser. JJ sighed. Fat effing chance it would
be him.
JJ went back to the display, trying hard to look manly while
positioning dolls on a snow scene. He glanced up and caught his breath. Star
was staring at him. JJ wanted to fan himself so bad. Man up.
He stared down at the doll in his hands. Why the hell was he
trying to impress this guy? The detective was scary and his job was violent,
two things JJ hated. But there was that second while he was questioning JJ when
Star had looked embarrassed that he’d forgotten to show his credentials. Was
that a hint of the vulnerable man underneath? Naw, he probably just felt
uncomfortable around a creampuff like JJ.

What had he been thinking?

 

He’d been known to watch a football game? Not in this life.

 

The announcer’s voice sounded, and they both faced front.
The teams were going to come in now, JJ was pretty sure.
The guys in blue-and-white started to run onto the field. Oh
my, the way those narrow butts looked in the tight pants was positively
appetizing.
Ryan leaned over. “Who do you like? Any favorites?”
Okay, JJ was prepared. He took a deep breath. “Rivers, of
course. He’s a great leader. Bound to make it to 5000 yards this year.” Oh
sweet god of boys who like to sew, what did any of that mean?
Ryan nodded. “Amen. What about Gates?”
JJ sipped his beer to sort through his memory banks. “Best
tight end to ever play the game.” He held his breath.
“You said it.”
Whew. JJ stared at the field. “Of course,
quite a few of those guys look like tight ends.”
Ryan looked at him with his mouth open and then started to
laugh. “Yeah. You got that right.”
The coin toss. The kickoff. Wow. That ball went all the way to the end, and a guy caught it. Cool. They all went farther down the
field. Yep, just like Jerry had said. The guy in the center—the quarterback,
probably—threw the ball. It soared through the air and some lean player caught
it and started running like a son of a bitch. Holy shit. Two guys slammed him to the ground. That looked painful.
JJ resisted the urge to close his eyes. He’d seen football on TV, of course.
His dad had loved it. But JJ’d never paid much attention. In these good seats,
the game was in his face.
Somebody came out and measured the field. A lot of people,
including Ryan, moaned. He leaned over to JJ. “That was close.”
“Yeah.” Close to getting killed?
The players got back into lines. JJ could hear the cute one,
the quarterback, calling out numbers. Some big guy in the front line moved. A yellow
cloth flew through the air.
JJ whispered, “Offside.”
Ryan glanced over at him and smiled.
The announcer’s voice rang out, “Flag on the play. Offside.”
Holy shit. He’d gotten it right. Thank God for
Jerry.
The whole crew of men moved and then got back in their line.
A bunch of stuff happened at once, and JJ couldn’t follow it until everyone on
their side leaped up so he did too. The announcer called “first down,” but it
sure looked like about a hundred guys went down getting there.
Ryan leaned over. “I didn’t think they could make that one,
after the foul.”
“Me too.” What?
Good Lord, pretending was hard.
The whole line reassembled. The cutie stepped back and threw
the ball a long way. The lean, fast guy ran out and caught the thing, which was
clearly a miracle. He headed down the field like a jackrabbit with a pack of
bulldogs on his heels. Shit, one bulldog came out of nowhere and tackled the
rabbit, and then five other guys piled on. Whistles and yells sounded from
their side and cheers from the other.
Then a groan and the crowd got quieter as the bulldogs
pulled off and left the rabbit lying there in a heap. He didn’t get up. Oh no. JJ grabbed Ryan’s arm. “He’s
hurt.”
“Yeah. Looks like it. Shame. He’s a great wide receiver.”
Receiver, hell. He was a gorgeous, fast-as-lightning black
kid who had just got beaten to a pulp in a stupid game. JJ wanted to jump up
and scream.
A stretcher was carried onto the field. Some guy put a
collar around the player’s neck, and then they picked him up and put him on the
stretcher. Hell, they didn’t look nearly careful enough. The crowd murmured and
shifted. JJ looked around. They were uncomfortable with his being hurt, but it
didn’t seem like they felt sorry for the player, exactly. It was more like they
wanted to get on with cheering, and this moment of required sympathy was an
imposition.
He looked at Ryan and found those blue eyes gazing at him.
JJ’s hand was still locked on Ryan’s forearm. He loosened his fingers. “Sorry.”
“You okay?”
“He just looks hurt bad.”
“Yeah. But they take a lot of precautions, so he may be up
and ready to walk and run by the end of the day.”
“And he may not.”
“Yeah.”
The game continued, but JJ couldn’t stop thinking about the
player who got hurt. He jumped up when Ryan did and cheered in the right
places, but the game had lost its luster. The fun all came from Ryan being next
to him. Having the man so close sent JJ’s dick into a constant state of
anticipation. Lean to the left, lean to
the right, stand up, sit down, fight, fight, fight.
Just like the
cheerleaders at halftime—who could have used a costume redesign, by the way.

 

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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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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?

 

8 Days Until SNOW BALLS! #gayromance #taralain

Is it always wrong to pretend to be Mr. Right?

Hi – –

Hope you had a wonderful holiday if you’re in the US and a fine weekend. I just want to remind you that December 6th is the re-release of Snow Balls, one of the most popular books in the Balls to the Wall series. This charming, opposites attract story brings together JJ who looks like a hunky alpha, but is really a femme, and Ryan, the tough, taciturn copy who JJ falls for. To win Ryan, JJ pretends to be what he looks like – -a sports loving, guy’s guy. You can pre-order it now at Dreamspinner Press and Kobo and it will soon be at Amazon and iBooks! To read an excerpt, click HERE.

Meanwhile, here are a couple snippets to whet your appetite. : )

New Release! HIGH BALLS by Tara Lain and Enter to Win! #new #BallsstotheWall

Sometimes only the wrong guy can bring the 
right happy ever after.

Hi everyone — I’m so thrilled to be able to announce the release of High Balls. As you may know, this is the first entirely new book in the popular Balls to the Wall series since 2013. Volley Balls is mostly new, but this one is a brand new story and set of heroes. I had a blast revisiting my ballsy guys and weaving their lives into the love story of Theodore and Snake. I hope you love it — and be sure to enter to win! HUGS!

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High Balls
(Balls To The Wall Series #6 )
by Tara Lain
 
Blurb:
Though only twenty-six, single father Theodore Walters lives with his head in the clouds and his feet firmly planted in reality. At the center of his life is Andy, his seven-year-old son, with whom he shares no DNA, though nobody—including his religious-fanatic in-laws—knows that, and Theodore will do anything to keep them from finding out. Theodore works hard to get his PhD and the tenure and salary that might follow to make a better life for Andy—but the head of his department thinks his dissertation on Jane Austen and romance novels is frivolous.
Theodore’s carefully planned life goes off the rails when he walks into a popular Laguna Beach bar and meets the bartender, “Snake” Erasmo, a pierced and tattooed biker who sends Theodore’s imagination—and libido—soaring. Snake has even more secrets than Theodore and couldn’t be a less “appropriate” match, but he might be the only guy with the skills to show Theodore that happily-ever-after is for real.

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A second later in his bedroom, as Theodore stood in his boxer briefs staring at his minimal wardrobe, Andy stuck his head in the door. “Hiya, Dad.”

“Hi.”

“Whatcha doing?”

“Trying to figure out what to wear.”

He wandered in and plopped on the unmade bed. “You got a date?”

“Uh, kind of. I mean, yes.”

“So what kind of guy is he?”

“What do you mean?” Was his son checking his date’s résumé?

“You know, is he, like, really conservative—I don’t mean, like, Republican, I mean, does he wear ties and stuff? Or is he, like, ace?”

“Ace?”

“Uh, like, rad, cool?”

“Definitely cool.”

“Okay.” He flipped on his stomach and pointed toward the closet. “Black jeans.”

Theodore pulled his one good pair from the hanger and slid them on.

“Excellent. Now white shirt.”

“Really? Isn’t that kind of conservative?”

“No, you gotta trust me.”

“Okay.” He shrugged on the shirt. “Do I tuck it in?”

“Of course. Black belt.”

He did as instructed. Had to admit those jeans did show off his ass and the shirt made him look more mature and a bit—well, cool.

“Okay, now take the vest you wear to work.”

“You mean, like, a suit vest?”

“Yeah.”

“Which one? I have two.”

“Let me look.” He hopped to a cross-legged position as Theodore held up his navy blue vest and his tan vest.

“That one.” He pointed toward the tan.

“You sure?” Andy nodded. Hell, humor the kid. I can take it off later. He slid on the vest and—son of a bitch if it didn’t look bitchin’. “Hey, good job, this looks—” He grinned. “—ace.”

“Told ya.”

Theodore sat on the edge of the bed next to his fashion consultant. “I won’t be real late, but go to bed on time for Jillian so you can get up and be smart tomorrow. How’s your homework?” Personally he thought they gave second graders too much, but he didn’t want to have Andy falling behind.

“I’ve got a lot done.”

“Ask Jillian to check it over when you’re finished, okay? If you need me, call me.”

“Sure. Have a good time with the ace.” He flashed his little teeth with the big gap in the middle.

“I will, derp.” He kissed Andy’s nose.

“Dad, nobody says that. Especially not grown-ups.”

“How could someone so hopelessly uncool have such an awesome son?”

“Good question.”

 

 

“Mr. Walters, please explain the methodology of your research.”

And so it began. The words flowed across his tongue—the thousands of questionnaires and over a hundred personal interviews showing the education, expertise, and experience of romance writers, their use and extension of techniques pioneered by Austen and other major literary figures. He discussed tropes and their application in so called “fine” literature as well as genre fiction. Quoting verbatim from scholars he’d interviewed, he showed how many academics dismissed romance fiction purely because of its association with female readers.

Dr. Willamette said, “How large is the romance market, Mr. Walters?” She actually seemed interested.

“It’s a moving target and difficult to pin down due to the vastness and fluidity of the ebook market, but well over a billion dollars, for sure. It’s the largest book market in the world by double over the next genre.”

“Oh my. Wouldn’t it be nice to bring those people more actively into the field of literature? More teachers and more students?” She smiled.

“My point exactly.”

Ashworth sputtered, “You want to bring these illiterate, uncultured old maids and housewives into the literary tent? You must be joking.”

Dr. Willamette’s face fell, and Theodore worked to ungrit his teeth.

Dr. T. tried to keep the tone upbeat, but every time Mr. Karl or Dr. Willamette asked a good question or seemed to show interest in his research, Ashworth would find a way to belittle their opinions. They practically shrank in their seats. The chances they’d stand up to the chairman? Zilch.

Theodore kept fighting, but he felt like a salmon on a dammed-up stream.

Dr. T. said, “Why did you undertake this research, Mr. Walters? What do you feel it contributes to the future of literature?”

Theodore gazed at the carpet for a minute. “When my wife was dying, I would read to her. Classics and current literary fiction felt so cold and helpless in the face of death. Only love prevailed. So I bought a romance novel, just for diversion. I was amazed at the true literary value the book possessed. I tried another and another. Yes, I found bad ones, but then that can be said of any type of literature. Gradually I came to realize that what I’d been taught about romance fiction was bull. Here were truly gifted writers, more of them than in any other type of fiction, toiling away with not only no recognition, but also actual denigration, and still producing exceptional work. I decided to find out why.”

He looked up at each member of the panel, even the sneering Ashworth. “I think if I can encourage or inspire even one of these excellent authors to persevere and have some of their work recognized, my research will have succeeded.”

Dr. T. said, “Thank you, Theodore. I wish to add that the dissertation reader agrees with Mr. Walters. She states that the paper has done more to legitimize one of the most popular forms of world fiction than anything she’s seen. She highly recommends the paper for publication.” He looked down the panel. “If there are no more questions, Mr. Walters can go and we can determine the time for our deliberation.”

Ashworth said, “I have one more. Walters, do you really expect us to take this dissertation seriously?”

Theodore stood. “Yes, sir, I do.” He looked down the table. “Thank you all for your consideration.” He turned and walked from the room with a straight spine.

 

 “Dad?”Snake whispered, “Showtime.” He stood.

Teddy looked up and rose.

Andy rubbed his eyes and his nose. “How come you guys are on the floor?”

Teddy smiled and picked up Andy. “I was just surprised and unhappy when Snake told me what your grandparents did.”

“Yeah.” He snuffled and snuggled into his dad’s shoulder.

Teddy sat on the couch and settled Andy on his lap. Snake started to sit in the chair across from them, but Andy looked up. “Snake? Will you sit by me?”

“Sure, buddy.” He glanced at Teddy, who looked up quickly and then away. Snake sat beside Teddy, who held Andy in his arms. Snake took Andy’s feet.

Teddy started to rock him. “So you know about babies coming from mommies, right?”

“Sure.”

“Moms might have different possible dads around before their baby is born, but after the baby is born, the mom might choose a dad.” He looked at Snake, pleading in his eyes.

Snake picked up the thread. “It could be that the dad the mom chooses isn’t the same dad that actually caused the baby in the first place. But that doesn’t matter.”

“Right.” Teddy kissed Andy’s hair. “You mom chose me, and we got married right away, and I was there the whole time you were in her tummy, and I saw you get born and loved you when you were barely an idea.”

Snake blinked hard. “That guy who came to talk to you might have caused the baby, but then he was gone, and he never married your mom or helped her or saw you born or raised you—or loved you. So guess who your dad is?”

Andy tightened his grip on Teddy. “Daddy is my dad.”

“Ding, ding, ding, ding. Give the prize to Andy Walters!”

Andy was quiet for a minute. “But that guy caused me?”

Teddy’s chest rose and fell. “He might have, sweetheart.”

Andy sat back and stared at Teddy with his brows scrunched over his nose. “You didn’t cause me ’cause you don’t like girls, right?”

Snake bit the inside of his cheek.

Teddy smiled. “Kind of. I actually loved your mom a lot. She was my best friend. And when she told me she was going to have a baby, I said maybe I could be the dad. She loved that idea, and we had such a good time raising you.”

“Wish I remembered her better.”

Snake had to look away or Andy might see the tears pushing out of his eyes.

“She loved you so much. Just like I do.” Teddy hugged him tight.

 

 

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
Bk #5

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Prefer paperback?
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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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Fast Balls
(Balls To the Walls Series, #5)

by Tara Lain

Blurb:

Can two men with skewed self-images see their true reflections in each other’s eyes?

Jerry Wallender—firefighter, surfer, and occasional nude model—knows he’s no rocket scientist. So why does he keep choosing intellectual guys who make him feel dumber? He worked his buns off to overcome his reading disability and pass the firefighter’s test, and he loves everything about the job. Well, except for Mick Cassidy, the big, blond, hunky homophobe who harasses Jerry for being gay. But Jerry is smart enough to realize it’s not hate driving Mick, but the pain of a very unhappy upbringing.


Mick Cassidy, Firefighter Assist and Search Team, fights fires, but he can’t fight his attraction to the kindest, most generous—and sexiest—guy he’s ever met. Does that make him gay? If it does, he just might get himself killed by his gay-hating preacher father—and take Jerry down with him.

 

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Excerpts

 

Mick wrenched the bag from
Straight’s hands. The guy tried to pull back, but he was so off base. No one,
certainly not this pipsqueak white trash, was keeping Mick Cassidy from trying
to save the kindest, best man he knew.
Mick threw an arm toward
Straight, and the guy fell backward on his ass. Get out of my way.
He crouched, focused, breathed
deeply, and hurled himself through the flames. It felt like a mountain of fire.
Please God, let there be another side.
And there was. The solid wall
of burning hell thinned, and Mick fell through.
Jerry.
Quiet, still, broken like a rag
doll. One of his long legs lay at an odd angle.
No.
No. No.
He scrambled to Jerry’s side,
pulled the respirator from the bag, and pressed it over his face.
“Breathe. Breathe, Jerry.”
A new hot spot flared up beside
him. Damn!
He looked over his shoulder,
back the way he’d come. Wall of flame. No exit. Embers rained and a chunk of
the ceiling fell a foot away. He leaned over Jerry’s still body to shield him
and felt the heat closing in. So this is
it.
He stared down at the closed
eyes of the man he had rushed to save. No question. No hesitation. Funny. It
felt like a choice. A choice that had been no choice.
He looked up. Was God up? Up in
that flaming ceiling? Up in the roof that now opened to the sky?
He took a deep breath and bowed
his head. Okay, God, I spent my whole
life hearing what you love and what you hate. According to my father, you hate
the man who’s lying here, and I should hate him too, and leave him here to die.
If he’s not already dead.
He looked up, and sparks lit up
a disintegrating beam. It would fall real soon.
The
thing is, God, if you hate this man and love my father, your priorities are
screwed up. And if that’s true, I guess I don’t care so much about dying
because I’ll be going to hell, and I know it will be full of people I like.
People like Jerry.
I
sure wish I could have saved him, though. The world is better with him in it.
He looked down at the man who
had said he cared about him. That and being a firefighter were about the only
things he could think of that amounted to much in his life, but they were a
lot. He lowered his head to Jerry’s chest.

 

 

“Sure. I can’t think of anyone
else I’d want to be with forever.”
“Why?”
Mick smiled and took hold of
Jerry’s hands. “That’s easy. You’re kind, and good, and funny. And so damned
smart I’d be learning new stuff from you forever. Hell sounded pretty good with
you in it.”
Jerry just shook his head back
and forth.
He sighed. “But I guess hell
would have been the easy way out.”
Jerry nodded. “It’s harder to
live than to die.”
Mick sat on the floor at
Jerry’s feet. “I was thinking I’d leave here. Go somewhere and start over.
Leave my father and that whole gang behind.”
Jerry’s voice was very soft.
“And me? Leave me behind?”
Mick looked up into those bluer
than blue eyes. “That’s the hard part. That’s why I’m still here. I don’t want
to leave you.”
“Why?”
“You’re sure full of whys.
Because you’re my friend. My best friend.”
Jerry ran a hand across Mick’s
cheek. It felt so nice. “I am your friend. Am I your lover?”
Mick’s breath caught. Weird. Half horror. Half delight. “I
don’t know.”
Jerry’s fingers roamed into his
hair, and he pressed his head against Jerry’s palm. “Wherever you go, you have
to decide. Are you gay, Mick?”
“You said I am. Jezebel says I
am.”
“We may think so, but you have
to decide for yourself.”
Mick frowned. “I thought it
wasn’t a choice.”
“It’s not, but there are plenty
of guys walking around pretending they’re not gay. A lot of them end up
freaking out their wives and kids when they get caught in some bathroom fucking
a twink.”
Mick stared at the floor.
“People hate you because you’re gay.”
“Yep.”
Mick took in a big breath.
Suddenly that moment in the fire washed over him. “But God doesn’t hate you.”
Jerry shrugged. “I guess that
depends on who you ask.”
 

 

 

 

 

The Balls to the Wall Series
Volley Balls
Bk #1
Available at
 
      
Fire Balls 
Bk #2
Available to purchase
      
Beach Balls
Bk #3
Available to purchase
         

Prefer paperback?
The first and second book are now available in paperback! 

 

 

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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Redeeming the Villain. #FASTBalls #firefighterromance

Hi! Welcome. In a little over a week, on June 12th, I’m celebrating the re-release of my novella, FAST Balls. In this book I do something I’ve only done once or twice in my books – I redeem a villain. It’s hard work – but it’s fun!

First let me say that some authors may plan out their series so thoroughly in advance that they know that a villain will later be a hero. I’m not one of those authors. LOL. When a villain steps up and asks for his own romance, I start off skeptical – but I can be persuaded. In Tackling the Tight End, for example, I redeem a guy who was really bad in the first book in the series, Outing the Quarterback. Similarly, in FAST Balls I make a hero out a dude who we really love to hate in an earlier book in the Balls to the Wall series, Fire Balls. Interestingly, you don’t have to read Fire Balls first, because you get to see my former villain being bad in this book, so you understand how far he has to progress to be a real hero.

That’s the thing about villains. While in their villainous deeds, they’re the heroes of their own stories – they aren’t the heroes of ours. So to redeem them, we have to be able to explain why they did the things they did to the reader’s –and the other lover’s – satisfaction. And it better be good! The more horrific we can make the cause, the more heroic the villain can become. Then, of course, the villain has to step up and show his true heroic nature. Once again, the more valorous the better. While a regular old hero may get points for just being cute and funny, a redeemed villain is going to have to impress us more than that.

My redeemed villain in FAST Balls is in his 20s, so much bad stuff can be laid at the door of his parents – and that’s where it’s piled deep and high in this story. His father is a very bad dude and we understand how our newly minted hero got to be the way he is. N addition, he’s a firefighter so he has many great opportunities to prove what a brave and good man he can be.

If you read Fire Balls, you may be surprised to see this hero, but I hope you love him – and that you enjoy my firefighters-in-love romance, FAST Balls. You can pre-order it everywhere now. Read an excerpt HERE.

 

FAST Balls by Tara Lain Cover Reveal! #DreamspinnerPress #firefighters

FAST Balls, book #5 in the 
BALLS TO THE WALLS series 
got a gorgeous new cover! 
Fast Balls
(Balls To the Walls Series, #5)
by Tara Lain

Hi! Lots of readers have asked when FAST Balls would be re-released. the answer is NOW! Or at least you can pre-order it as of today and it will be in your paws on July 12th. For fans of the series, this is Jerry’s story. He’s now a firefighter and falls for a very unlikely guy. Hope you enjoy it. 

 
Blurb
Can two men with skewed self-images see their true reflections in each other’s eyes?
Jerry Wallender—firefighter, surfer, and occasional nude model—knows he’s no rocket scientist. So why does he keep choosing intellectual guys who make him feel dumber? He worked his buns off to overcome his reading disability and pass the firefighter’s test, and he loves everything about the job. Well, except for Mick Cassidy, the big, blond, hunky homophobe who harasses Jerry for being gay. But Jerry is smart enough to realize it’s not hate driving Mick, but the pain of a very unhappy upbringing.
Mick Cassidy, Firefighter Assist and Search Team, fights fires, but he can’t fight his attraction to the kindest, most generous—and sexiest—guy he’s ever met. Does that make him gay? If it does, he just might get himself killed by his gay-hating preacher father—and take Jerry down with him.
This is a re-release
Re-Release Date: 
July 12, 2017
Available for pre-order
Excerpt

 

 “My mom says fire
is scary. I had bad dreams.”
Jerry smiled and leaned forward on the folding chair
toward the kids sitting on the big rug in front of him. Mick sat beside him on
another chair, looking like someone had thrown him into a swamp full of
alligators. He’d said something about kids making him nervous on the drive
over, and he hadn’t been kidding.
Jerry nodded. “Your mom is right. Fire can be real scary.
But remember, it’s good too. How else would you get hot dogs and s’mores?”
All the kids laughed and echoed him. “Yeah, s’mores.”
“Now you guys did really good yesterday when you exited
your building.”
“What’s exited?”
Jerry smiled at the little girl with cocoa skin. “It
means when you marched out the door just like in your fire drill.”
“Ohhh.”
“And because of that, Firefighter Cassidy and I have been
authorized, uh, I mean we’ve been told, we can give each one of you an Honorary
Firefighters Badge.”
“Yayyy.”
“Wow!”
“Can I have two?”
Jerry laughed. “But first, tell me all the stuff you know
about how to handle fire.”
The kids stared at him.
For the first time, Mick moved. He leaned forward and
said real soft, “Matches.”
One little boy nodded authoritatively. “Ohhh, yeah. Never
play with matches.”
“Don’t touch matches.”
Jerry looked at Mick and gave him a wink.
The guy looked down at his hands. Jeez, he’s weird.
He looked back at the kids. “And what else can you tell
me about fire?”
The children all looked right at Mick. His ears turned
pink, but he got into the game. “Fireworks,” he whispered.
One little black-haired boy rolled back on the carpet. “Fireworks
are great!”
Jerry laughed. “Right, but where do they belong?”
Once again, all eyes turned to Mick. He held up his hand
beside his mouth. “In the city fireworks display.”
One redheaded boy threw his hand in the air. “Ciddy
firewooks!”
Jerry nodded. “Right! Never, ever pick up fireworks or
buy them at the store. They can hurt you, and they’re not allowed in Laguna
Beach. You know where that is, right?”
Heads nodded.
“Okay, good. Now Firefighter Cassidy and I will hand out
your badges. Remember, fire is good most of the time, but you have to use it
right. Never play with it—and do your fire drills regularly. Ready for your
badges?
“Yes!”
“Yayyyyy!”
He took the plastic badges from a box and handed some to
Mick. As the kids flocked around him, the big guy smiled and looked kind of
happy.
A little Hispanic girl grabbed Jerry around the legs.
“Thank you, Fireman.”
He knelt down. “Thank you. What’s your name?”
“Antonia.”
“You enjoy your new badge, okay? Show it to your mommy
and daddy.”
“I only have a daddy.”
Jerry’s breath caught. “Well, I’ll bet you love him very
much.”
She nodded. “Yes. He makes me sandwiches, and we’re in it
together.”
Jeez, should he laugh or cry?
“Do you have a little girl, Fireman?”
He smoothed her inky hair. “No, but I wouldn’t mind
having a little girl just like you someday.”
“I hope you find her.”
Heat pressed behind his eyes. “Oh, I hope so too.” No crying, man. He hugged Antonia’s tiny
frame. “Thank you for letting us come to your class today.”
Big wide eyes. She nodded. “Thank you for coming.”
He smiled. When he looked up, Mick was staring at him.

 

The Balls to the Wall Series
Volley Balls
Bk #1
Available at
 
      
Fire Balls 
Bk #2
Available to purchase
      
Beach Balls
Bk #3
Available to purchase
         

 

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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Cover Reveal! BEACH BALLS by Tara Lain. Love Underwater #gayromance

I’m excited to share the NEW cover to BEACH BALLS, book #3 in the Balls To The Wall! Let me know what you think in the comments below! This is my enemies-to-lovers romance, with lots of passion underwater — and on land! Hope you’ll love it.

Beach Balls
(Balls to the Wall Series, #3)
By Tara Lain
 
Blurb:
Adam James is so far in the closet he could find Narnia. As an attorney for the homophobic WMA Development, he can’t come out without risking the million-dollar paycheck waiting for him once they push their big land development deal through the city council—money that will finally allow Adam to live according to his own terms. Then, on an early morning scuba dive, Adam meets a tall, lean rebreather diver named Sky who makes him want to hug a tree.Sky Sea Mickeljohn stands for the environment, world peace, and being openly gay. He won’t compromise his principles for anyone—even the damned lying developer lawyer he can’t help lusting after. True, the WMA land development deal could put thousands of people at risk, but Sky still wants to risk his heart. In the fight between freedom and integrity, is there a place for love?

 

Release Date:
May 8, 2017
Available for Pre-Order at
Excerpts

 

He
shrugged and glanced over at the kayak full of Carly’s scuba gear. Might as well get to it….
There
he was—rising from the sea like some merman. Not a bubble. Not a ripple. The
diver just appeared, manifested by Neptune. It had to be the octopus guy,
right? A tall, slim figure strode through the shallow water, navigating the
surf like it wasn’t there. Like it couldn’t drag him down and out to sea.
Octopus-man
stopped at the waterline and pulled off the tanks, unfastened the hood of his
wetsuit and shoved it back, then shook his head like a dog and fluffed out light
brown curls that surrounded his head like a halo.
Perfect,
because from this distance the guy’s face looked totally like an angel. Wide
eyes, full lips, and high cheekbones that gave him a slightly hollow-cheeked
look. The diver walked a few more steps and dropped the rig, then dragged down
the wetsuit, revealing a long, lean body, thin but well-muscled, like a
long-distance runner He must spend a lot of time in the sun if he was a diver,
but his skin was only a pale tan. Man, under his bathing suit he would be
alabaster.
What
else was under that bathing suit?
Adam
forgot to be pissed. The guy started to gather up his stuff, and Adam jumped
up. “Excuse me.”
The
angel face turned toward him. Neutral. Maybe he didn’t recognize him from the
underwater encounter.
Adam
took a couple of steps toward him. “Hey, I’m the guy you chased off the octopus
down there. I know you got there first and all, but hell, all I wanted to do
was see the thing. You didn’t have to make a huge deal out of it.”
A
crease appeared between the arched eyebrows. “Your bubbles. They were bothering
her. I’d been coaxing her out for over an hour, and then you came barging in
like some hippopotamus.” The guy picked up his tanks and started walking.
“Wait!”
Angel
face stopped and looked back.
Okay, why did I stop him? “I’m, uh, sorry. I didn’t realize.
I just saw the thing and really wanted a better look.”

 

“There’s
a nice aquarium in Long Beach.”

 

 

When
they reached the sand, Sky stuck out his hand. Adam looked at it. The sun was
nearly down, but if they were holding hands and ran into someone he knew, he
couldn’t say he was just with a friend.
He
sucked in a deep breath and took Sky’s hand anyway.
Sky
glanced at him. “That seemed harder than it should have been.”
“It’s
complicated.”
His
hand stiffened. “Are you partnered?”
“Hell,
no. I play the field, and I’m not a cheater.”
He relaxed.
They walked a few more steps.
“Just a
coward,” he added. “I’m pretty far in the closet.”
“Sorry.”
“Yeah.”
God, he
actually wanted to tell this guy why. Adam wanted to pour out his whole story.
The work, the clients. Even the family. But that was a crappy idea.
The
narrow sand beach walled by high rocks opened to a small cove. Two runners
jogged past near the water, but the area at the back of the cove was vacant
with just the evidence of earlier sunbathers—flattened areas—on the sand. Sky
led Adam there, then released his hand and sat.
Adam
gave a quick thought to his very expensive slacks, then sat beside Sky, who
nodded back toward Carly’s. “That’s why you’re at the party. Only chance you
have to be gay?”
Adam
nodded. He was chickenshit, and this guy saw it all. “Carly’s a good friend. He
understands. Most of the guys are in similar positions. Not all. Some of them
just like Carly’s mai tais. He’s kind of the lonely-hearts club for closeted
business executives. He does it because he loves to party, and it gives him a
lot of clout when the chips are down.”
“He
knows where the bodies are buried?”
“Literally,
but he never seems to take advantage of his knowledge.”
“So you
get to be gay once a month.”
“Something
like that. I guess you’re out and proud?”
The
curls bounced. “It doesn’t come up much. I’m just gay.” Silence. “I appreciate
you spending some of your precious gay time with me.”
Adam
laughed, but Sky’s face was serious. He meant it.
Adam
shrugged. “I don’t know why, I just like you.” He shook his head. “That didn’t
come out well. I mean, there are lots of reasons to like you, but this isn’t
quite my usual scene. Long walks on the beach. World peace. You know?”
Sky
smiled. “I’m into world peace too.”
Adam
grinned. “I was afraid of that.”
The
waves pounded, birds chirped, gulls squawked, breezes blew, the sun set. He
barely paid attention to these things normally, but right now they seemed a
part of Sky. Like his curls were one with the wind, and his eyes a part of the
darkening horizon.
Poetry? What the hell did this guy do to
him?
Sky
looked at him. Adam felt the heat of his gaze and turned toward the angel face.
Sky’s lips were barely parted. Full and wet. So beautiful.
He
leaned toward Adam. Adam closed the rest of the distance.
Their
lips touched.

 

 

The Balls to the Wall Series


Volley Balls
Bk #1

Available at
 
      
Fire Balls 
Bk #2
Available to purchase
      
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
               

 

Presented By

 

Nibble the Balls! #FireBalls #gayromance #theartistandthefirefighter

Hi and welcome. My next release is actually a re-release of one of my most popular books — Fire Balls. It releases on Feb 8th and is available now for pre-order. I recently received some graphics capturing moments from the book and i thought i’d share those with you. For a full excerpt, Click HERE. Thank you so much for coming by. I hope you love Fire Balls!

VOLLEY BALLS Released! Doubled in Length #BallstotheWall #AlphaMales

Hi and welcome! I’m so delighted to be re-releasing VOLLEY BALLS, the first book in my Balls to the Wall series. I always felt Volley Balls was too short and didn’t fully explore the romance, so i’ve expanded the book by nearly double. even if you read the original, you’ll find new things here to love — I hope!  LOL. Volley Balls is a MMM menage and is the only book in the series that is. I hope you enjoy it sooo much. Watch for Fire Balls on Feb 8th and the re-release of the entire series with some new books added throughout 2017 and the beginning of 2018. Time to get your Balls on!  : )

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January 12, 2017 
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January 13, 2017 
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Readaholics Anonymous

January 16, 2017 
books are love

January 17, 2017 
Making it Happen

Volley Balls

(Balls to the Wall Series, Bk #1)
By Tara Lain

 
 
Blurb:
A double dose of alpha male might be better than one. Tara Lain’s popular novella, Volley Balls, is now expanded and revised. 
Despite just getting out of an abusive relationship with an asshole alpha, David Underwood’s wandering glance lands on two hot members of the Australian volleyball team on Laguna Beach and gets him harassed again. Still, when the delicious Gareth Marshall proves his interest by coming out to his team, David succumbs to his attraction. But Gareth’s volleyball partner, Edge, who’s equally hot, makes the lovers’ lives miserable.
For Gareth, a lifetime of hiding his orientation—and his attraction—from his best friend, Edge, as well as everyone else around him, adds up to hurt and frustration. David’s the first man to ever compete with Edge for Gareth’s passion. But Edge has secrets of his own, and David’s ex-lover will never be happy without David under his fist. With everything stacked against him, can a gay Laguna man find happiness with an alpha male–or two?
Available at
 
      
 

 

Excerpts

 

Leaning against the wall by the door, blocking his
exit, was “the friend.” The delicious, terrifying, dark-haired beach guy,
sporting an inscrutable expression—part grin and part grimace.
Holy shit. This could
not be another accidental meeting.
Scared and pissed—an adrenaline-intensive combo. His
heart beat like a bass drum and goose bumps covered his arms—and his dick.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he shouted. Best defense and all that.
The dark-haired guy shrugged and kind of ducked. “I
hate to admit it, but I followed you.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No. I went to your store to see you and saw you
walking over here, so—” He shrugged again. “—I followed you.”
David’s stomach turned. “Shit! Jesus, get away from
me.” But he couldn’t force his leaden legs to pass the man. In fact, he fell
back a couple of feet.
The guy pushed off from the wall and stepped toward
him. “Is that guy your boyfriend?”
“None of your business.” David put up his hands. “You
can’t get away with beating up gay men in Laguna. This isn’t some Neanderthal
country. You’ll get arrested,”
The guy paused and frowned. “Who said anything about
beating you up?”
“How about your fucking friend?”
The guy took another step toward David. “He’s not me.
Understand?” It sounded like understend.
“I mean you no harm, mate. Honest.”
David pressed back against the wall. Trapped. Maybe he
could slip to the side. “Then what do you want? Why are you following me?”
The guy stopped. “I don’t usually act this way. All
stalkery.”
“Thanks a fuck for reserving it for me.”
“It’s just I saw you three times and—I guess three’s a
charm like they say. I want to take you out—like to dinner.”
David gasped. “What?” He turned only his eyes toward
the Aussie. The guy was gazing at David’s face like some painting in his
gallery.
“I saw you last night. At that art thingy. I thought
you were perfect. Those cheekbones, that ass. Sorry. I’d like to take you out.”
“Out? As in on a date out?”
“Yeh, that’s the idea.”
Of all the fucking
nerve….
David
shoved off the wall, hands firmly planted on his hips. “Are you trying to tell
me that you’re gay? Running around harassing innocent people with that band of
delinquents, and you’re a closet case? Give me a break! Haven’t you heard? It’s
chic to be gay. We can get married and everything. Get into this decade.”
“Sorry. It’s just I’m a volleyballer. And Australian,
at least currently. We don’t come out. But I’d really like to take you out.”
“As your pal? Right.” David flipped his hair. “No,
asshole. Get away from me. I do not do this. I don’t go with men who aren’t
proud of who and what they are. Not anymore. Never again. Go back to your
closet and play with your volleyballs.”

 

David buried his head in Gareth’s broad chest and,
much to his disgust, started to cry. The feelings didn’t even make sense.
Anger, jealousy, lust, and—yes, fear. At the heart of it all. He started to
shake. Gareth pulled him tighter, but it wouldn’t stop. Phil’s angry face
stared at him. Screamed at him. His fist descended—again and again. Pain and
anger and shame. “Oh God!”
“What, love?” Gareth kissed his hair.
“I was so afraid.”
“Nothing to fear, love.”
“Phil. Oh God. He said he wanted to kill me. I think
he would have if Edge hadn’t come.” He burrowed into Gareth’s arms.
“We’re here now, love. Nothing more to fear. You took
care of that bastard. He won’t bother you again.”
Edge’s deep voice came from behind him. “If he comes
near you, I’ll kill the asshole.”
David sucked in breath and turned in Gareth’s arms. He
saw Gareth shake his head, warning Edge. “David took care of him, Edge. He got
the police and had him thrown in jail.”
David wiped at his eyes. “Thank you, Gareth. I know I
said I could take care of myself, but I lied. I’ve been alone so long. I only
got involved with Phil because I was lonely and wanted someone to care about
me. Instead, he hit me and abused me. I’m so grateful to Edge for saving me
today. I’m so grateful to both of you for not being the kind of man that Phil
is. So grateful.” The tears ran down his cheeks again and dripped off his chin.
Edge stepped closer and tipped up David’s chin with
his finger. He did something David hardly ever saw him do. He smiled. “I know
I’m a big Neanderthal with no fucking manners, but sometimes that’s a handy
kind of guy to have around.” Funny how David hadn’t noticed those dimples in
Edge’s cheeks before. Like you could sharpen pencils in them.
David stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Edge
in a huge hug. “Thank you. I’m so glad you were there. I’m so grateful.”
Edge chuckled, and the vibration zipped straight to
David’s cock. Down, boy.
Another pair of strong arms wrapped around him from
behind and made it a group hug.

 

David giggled. “I’m the filling in an Aussie sandwich.
If I’d known, it would have been my lifetime aspiration.”

 

 

 

 

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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