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?

 

Romance. A Complex Genre to Write

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I’m currently writing the second book in my contemporary series that takes place in the world of football. These stories are full-length novels with many twists and turns to the plots — obstacles upon obstacles, both internal and external.  I was having a conversation recently with a friend who doesn’t read romance. In fact, he doesn’t really read fiction. I was explaining the complexity of the plot of the new book and I found myself telling him how very complex good romance is. I listened to myself saying it and thought, son of a gun it’s true. Now I will be the first to admit that most people don’t think of our genre this way. They think of romance as the simplest of fiction. Boy meets girl, boys loses girl, boys finds girl again and they live happily ever after. Of course, in my case it’s boy meets boy but the principal is the same. They call it a formula.

But think about it. Virtually all fiction has some formula. Certainly mystery has a lot of rules and suspense is riddled with them. I guess you could argue that Joyce’s Ulysses had no formula, but maybe breaking the rules was a formula of its own. Now, think about romance. We not only have to create an interesting plot with three-dimensional characters who have problems of their own — we also have to make them fall in love! They have to fall in love somewhat believably, have obstacles that keep them apart and make it appear at least for a time that they won’t get together, and then, in spite of it all, they end up together. I thought about my MMM romantic suspense novel, Golden Dancer. Holy cow, TL_GoldenDancer_coverinI had a theft of an art treasure, a nasty, villain, a ballet dancer, an investigative journalist , and a billionaire technologist I somehow had to get together while never losing touch with the mystery. In my novella, Beach Balls, the central conflict is over a land development deal that could be threatening homeowners with severe toxicity. But into this story come my two heroes who have to meet and fall in at least lust without knowing they are on opposite sides of a big battle.

WolfinGucciLoafersLGEven my recent paranormal romances, The Pack or the Panther and Wolf in Gucci Loafers, have villains who try to thwart my heroes and seemingly insurmountable issues that keep the lovers apart.

It’s been many a century since “romance” was a tight formula plot with two-dimensional characters that always ended in a wedding. In fact, we might argue, that today ours is one of the most complex genres to write. But maybe we better just keep it between us!  LOL.  Thank you so much for stopping by.  : )

Big Backlist Weekend– Free eBooks from Lex and Tara!

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Welcome to the first Big Backlist Weekend on my new Blog and Website! These events happen the last weekend of every month! A special guest and i feature books from our backlists and give away free ebooks!

Lots going on today. Be sure to Click HERE (or scroll down) to visit the fabulous Kay KB_LockingHorns_coverlg-1Berrisford’s new release Locking Horns plus her delicious Greenwood giveaway.

Now into the backlist! My guest this weekend is Lex Valentine. You’ve probably heard me praising Lex to the skies for her design of my wonderful website. Well, she’s also a bestselling author. This weekend, she’s giving away a copy of her NEW Save Your Love. From virgin to rock star, this is a compelling story! I’m giving away a copy of Beach Balls, my sexy underwater love story. Leave a comment to be entered to win in both drawings! So there are two winners. Got it?

Blurb SAVE YOUR LOVE:

Decades define a young man’s life as he goes from a virgin discovering his sexual orientation to a rock star fending off masses of lovestruck fans to a composer of Broadway musicals while an epic love for his best friend commands his heart, permeates his soul and flows through his music.

 Jay Sparks lost his virginity and found his true sexual orientation at a rock festival on his eighteenth birthday. He also gave away his heart. Through the years, Jay’s love for his best friend and first lover Matt Langdon has never died. The one thing Jay has always known to be true was that he and Matt loved each other. Even when they were apart, Jay always felt Matt’s presence within him and beside him. When fate finally brings them back together, finding a way to blend their lives becomes a labor of love. Through their years together, the love they found at eighteen grows and matures but remains an eternal flame that burns unwavering in both their hearts.

Excerpt Adult:

May 1987 – Spartan Stadium, San Jose, California

Jay had always hated ballads. As a headbanger of the first order with the long hair to prove it, Jay had a duty to scoff at ballads. Ballads were for girls. He glanced over his shoulder at the masses of big-haired, tight-jeaned females streaming toward the front of the stage and repressed a shudder. Those acid-wash-covered asses did nothing for him. Neither did the smooth skin that showed below tight crop tops and the mounds of full breasts that strained the stitching of those tops.

Unfortunately for Jay, girls liked him. His newly sprouted height of six feet went along with his new status as an adult. Just turned eighteen and about to graduate from high school, Jay had the world by its tail. With long dark hair that reached the waistband of his tight button fly jeans, wide shoulders, deep blue eyes, a smattering of freckles over a straight nose, high cheekbones and dimples that appeared in his cheeks when he smiled, Jay had been told he was everything a teenage girl could want and then some. They plagued him constantly, brushing up against him, asking him out, trying to enlist his friends to help them snare Jay as a boyfriend. But no matter what they did, he wasn’t interested. Had never been interested. Would never be interested. At the moment, the only thing that interested Jay was music.

He stood in the open-air stadium surrounded by his best buddies who had taken him to the concert as a birthday gift. His best friend Matt had purchased his ticket months before. They stood amongst twenty thousand other long-haired metal heads that filled the home of the San Jose State Spartans for a day long rock festival featuring bands they all loved.

Jay was there for two reasons above all others. One, because Matt was there and two, because his all-time favorite band Great White was playing. No other band rocked Jay’s soul the way Great White did. From their guitar riffs to their pyrotechnics to the guitar solos of their ballads — the only part of ballads Jay did like — Great White inspired him. Their set was the best of the festival thus far.

The sun had sunk almost below the horizon with only purple, pale gold and fuchsia streaks left of the daylight, the stage shone like glittering diamonds in the darkness. The band began to play “Save Your Love” and Jay’s friends groaned. A ballad. Ugh. Jay shuddered and his best friend Matt tugged at his T-shirt sleeve.

 

“Let’s go get a drink during the ballad. All the girls will be crowding the front of the stage right now and it will be easy to get to the concession stands,” Matt said directly into Jay’s ear.

They slipped away from their friends, pushing through the crowds easily. Matt darted up toward the mezzanine level and Jay followed. He laughed as Matt’s athletic build and long legs easily carried him up the steps and kept him ahead of Jay’s clumsier efforts. They reached the mezzanine area and stopped between the concession stand and the men’s restrooms to look down at the thousands of people who crowded the field in front of the stage.

At the moment, with the headliners playing one of their biggest hits, only one or two people stood at the concessions. Matt turned toward the restrooms, tugging at Jay’s sleeve again.

“C’mon. I gotta take a leak.”

They walked into the bathrooms and found them empty. The thunder of the music could be heard even inside the cement walls of the men’s room.

“Geez, it’s loud,” Jay muttered and turned toward a urinal.

Matt’s hand gripped his sleeve harder and tugged. Moments later, Jay found himself inside a stall, his back to the stall door and his best friend’s mouth covering his. Instantaneous heat flooded Jay’s body. His cock went from flaccid to steel bar rigid in less time than it took Matt to slide his tongue inside Jay’s mouth. Weak kneed from the sudden onslaught of lust, Jay sagged against the stall door and let his best friend kiss the stuffing out of him. All he could do was thrust his hips against Matt’s and slide his hands under the hem of Matt’s T-shirt to clutch at the muscles of his friend’s back.

When Matt released Jay’s mouth it was only to begin sucking on his neck. Jay groaned, the sound echoing in the empty restroom. He held onto Matt tightly, afraid the amazing sensations flooding his body were nothing but a dream. Not that he’d ever had a dream this hot. He’d never felt anything like what was happening to him in that moment. He’d never thought of it, never imagined it, never believed anything like it could happen.

Jay had never even given his sexuality a second thought. He didn’t seem to want girls but he had never been attracted to a guy either. The only thing that had ever turned him on was guitars and music. Now, with Matt’s body pressed intimately to his, their groins rubbing together urgently, he realized that he was more than attracted to Matt. But with all that testosterone in the air and his dick harder than it had ever been, Jay couldn’t really think beyond the moment. He’d have to ponder what it all meant later. All that mattered in that instant was Matt’s hands lowering his zipper.

Gasping for air, Jay wrenched his mouth from Matt’s. Green eyes dark with lust stared at him. Hands pushed at the denim around his hips and then cool air touched the hard length of his cock.

Matt blinked. Jay licked his lips. Matt groaned and buried his face in Jay’s neck.

“I want you.”

For a moment, Jay thought he’d said it. He certainly thought it. But no, the husky whisper was Matt’s. The lips caressing the side of his throat were Matt’s. The hands that gripped his hips, the fingers that dug into his buttocks, the cock that slid against his…all Matt. Somehow, in their aching, thrusting, panting and frantic first kisses, Matt had managed to undo his own jeans as well as Jay’s. The sensation of cock grinding on cock made Jay faint with lust.

“Want you too,” he panted, his fingers grabbing Matt’s ass and squeezing.

Matt moaned and bucked his hips against Jay’s. “We don’t have much time.”

With that, Matt slid to his knees and took Jay’s cock into his mouth. The intense suckling, the heat and wetness, sent Jay’s mind spinning. He’d never felt anything so good. Pleasure caught him in a tight grip. He writhed against the metal of the stall door as Matt’s fingers slipped between the cheeks of his ass and teased his tender hole. Matt’s mouth continued to suck him from glans to base, his tongue swirling.

When Jay began to thrust his hips, Matt gagged a few times but then he caught the rhythm and his throat began to swallow when the tip of Jay’s cock touched it. Jay thought he’d died and gone to heaven especially when he heard the swell of guitars making the floor beneath his feet rumble and the metal walls of the bathroom stall rattle. Music and Matt, what more could he ever want?

One of Matt’s hands tugged Jay’s tight balls as a fingertip slipped into Jay’s hole. Fire flashed through Jay’s body at the next suck of Matt’s wet mouth on the length of his cock. He cried out, his hands gripping his best friend’s broad shoulders, his body quaking as he spewed his hot semen onto Matt’s tongue. His orgasm seemed to go on and on until tears of intense pleasure seeped from the corners of his tightly closed eyes. He’d never felt anything like it.

Finally, his cock softened and Matt’s mouth slid from the sensitive flesh. Jay opened his eyes and sagged against the door as Matt stood, chest heaving, cock dripping pre-come onto his tight abs. Jay stared at him, lost in the picture of abandoned lust Matt presented. He’d never seen anything so beautiful in his whole life.

He reached for Matt and sank his hands into the man’s golden hair, dragging him close. Their mouths met and Jay dropped one hand to Matt’s cock, palming it and stroking it. He’d never touched another cock before. All he knew about cocks was what he knew about his own. But he somehow managed to stroke Matt’s in a way that made his best friend shiver and moan. He pulled on Matt’s balls, squeezed his muscular ass cheeks, teased the tender flesh behind his balls and wrapped his hand around the thick erection, stroking it from base to tip with a twisting grip made slick with pre-come. Matt whimpered against Jay’s throat, snuffling and gasping as Jay brought him to orgasm with his hand. Hot, sticky fluid shot between their bellies, smearing both of them as they frantically kissed and rubbed against each other.

And then it was done.

Silence broken only by the sound of their slowing breaths settled over them. The vibrations of the loud music stopped. Matt raised his head. Their gazes met, both of them dazed.

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My Backlist book this weekend is Beach Balls.

Excerpt R: Beach Balls by Tara Lain; MM Contemporary

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Adam James is so far in the closet he could find Narnia. But coming out would threaten all he’s built as the lead attorney for WMA Development, and the million dollars he can get when he finishes pushing  a big land remediation project through the City Council. Then on an early morning scuba dive, Adam meets a tall, lean rebreather diver named Sky who makes him want to live a different life. But Adam’s dreams are shattered when he walks into the council meeting and finds the fire-breathing environmentalist who’s screwing up  his chances of winning is none other than that same beautiful man. Sky Sea Mickeljohn doesn’t compromise, so how could he find himself lusting after a damned developer? And what happens when somebody open’s Adam’s closet door? These two better start telling the truth if they’re ever going to find world peace.

 

Still walking, Sky pointed at some boulders at the base of the cliff. “Want to sit for a while?”

“OK.”

Sky sank down on the sand beside the biggest rock. He scooted to the far side, which would make him invisible to anyone down the beach by the restaurant. He patted the sand beside him.

Adam sat, and Sky put an arm around him, pulling him close. Man, this was new territory. Adam took a deep breath.

“Is this uncomfortable for you?”

“No, just different.”

“Because you don’t go with guys in public?”

“Yeah. And when I am with them I usually top so I take the lead.”

“Oh, sorry.” Sky started to withdraw.

Adam grabbed his hand. “No I wasn’t complaining. Just explaining.”

Sky tightened his arm. “You like this?”

“Yeah. I do.” Adam wasn’t lying. The man was angel-faced and almost girlie with his halo of curls, but he sure knew how to be a man.

“Good.”

The roar of the ocean and yammering of the seagulls almost overpowered the sound of his heart in his ears. This was so damned nice. Adam pressed closer and fit his head into the hollow below Sky’s collarbone. He felt…almost cared for. Odd. That wasn’t a feeling he ever got. No one took care of Adam but Adam. Still. Sky felt good, warm, and even a little safe, which was bizarre since he was threatening Adam’s carefully manufactured identities.

Sky palmed Adam’s cheek then coaxed his face up. Adam looked into the stormy blue eyes as Sky’s lips gently touched Adam’s. He nuzzled then nipped, followed by a broad tongue lick full on the mouth. Adam laughed but he had to admit it sounded a lot like a giggle. He buried a hand in Sky’s curls and pulled his head tight, tasting minty toothpaste and pure goodness.

Adam twisted so they faced each other and wrapped his other arm tightly around Sky’s waist, pulling him close. Sky’s tongue was deep, marauding, hot and wet. Adam’s cock sprang to attention like a marine on parade. He felt as though years, not hours had passed since they’d last fucked. Sky was a heady drug, and Adam was rapidly becoming an addict.

Sky’s tongue pressed deep inside. Somebody moaned. Adam wasn’t sure who, but he wanted more. He rose up on his knees and threw one leg across Sky’s lap, settled his butt and leaned forward so their cocks pressed hard. Sweet Jesus, that felt good. He rode against Sky’s cock, and every thrust sent fire shooting through his balls.

Sky threw his head back. “Holy crap.”

What was he doing? Adam looked over his shoulder. No one was coming. Still, he should stop. But he couldn’t make his hips quit grinding against Sky’s cock.

Sky’s arms came around him. “You didn’t tell me you got rich doing lap dances, buddy.” His breath came so hard he could barely talk, and his hips pushed up like he was being timed for speed. “Hell, I’d pay a million bucks for you.”

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