Tara Lain’s FOOL OF MAIN BEACH – Cover Reveal! #LoveinLaguna #DreamspinnerPress

 

FOOL OF MAIN BEACH,
 the fifth book in the Love In Laguna Series arrives 
August 21, 2017! 

 

The unlikeliest of lovers. The sweetest of loves.

 

Hi –I’m so excited to unveil the cover of my upcoming release, Fool of Main Beach.  This is one of my personal favorite books with one of my unlikeliest heroes ever. I hope you love it!

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Fool of Main Beach
(Love of Laguna Series, Bk #5)
by Tara Lain
 
Blurb:
Merle Justice wants to reach for the stars, but it’s tough to get respect when playing a teenybopper vampire on TV. Then he meets a famous director anxious to give him all he thinks he wants—and maybe a bit more. Everything’s looking up until a life-threatening encounter with some homophobes on Main Beach puts Merle face-to-face with a Sasquatch-sized hero in a pink puffer coat.
Tom Henry defies description. As unsophisticated and simple as an angel, he walks through life content with who he is and asking for very little except to care for his sister, Lily, and the dogs he loves. Then he meets Merle, the embodiment of dreams he barely knows he has. Merle knows the people who hold his future in their hands might love Tom—but they’ll never understand Merle and Tom together. Tom knows it too. With lives this far apart, who’s really the fool of Main Beach?
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Also available to pre-order in paperback
Release Date: 
August 21, 2017
 
Excerpts

 

White bursts of light flashed in front of his eyes and a
river of burning bile filled his mouth, oozing around the pressure of the big
asshole’s arm on his neck. Damn. Damn.
Who the fuck wants to die on the beach in a tuxedo?
Merle staggered backward as the brother tightened his
grip and the other sibling from hell moved in to do more damage. Brother One
pulled back a fist—and suddenly flew through the air, practically knocking
Merle and his captor off their feet.
Standing behind where Brother One had stood
was—Sasquatch. It had to be—this huge man, easily six foot six, dressed in what
might be a pink puffer jacket, with a shock of curly, dark hair flying around
his face. He stopped his forward momentum and snapped a fist at Ritchie, who
was staggering back to join the fray. Only the smallest interface between that
huge hand and Ritchie’s chin signaled bye-bye,
Ritchie
. The dude staggered back and fell on his ass. Merle would have
cheered if his neck wasn’t breaking. Sweet Face held up his hands, and
Sasquatch nodded with a smile more appropriate to a kindergarten class than a beach
brawl.
Then the giant turned to Brother Two, who still held his
arm painfully around Merle’s throat. Brother hissed in Merle’s ear, “Don’t come
any closer or I’ll break his neck.”
Sasquatch cocked his head and gave that weird smile
again. Is the guy nuts? “It’s very
hard to break a person’s neck, did you know that?” He walked slowly forward.
“You don’t want to hurt him.”
The arm around Merle’s neck trembled and tightened
convulsively. Merle made a gagging sound.
Sasquatch frowned, an oddity on what appeared to be a
young, pretty face. “It will be very bad for you if you hurt him, you know? But
if you let him go, I won’t hurt you.” He looked over his shoulder. “See. Your
friends ran away already.”
Sure enough. They’d melted into the dark the second they got
the chance.
“You should go too.” Sasquatch stepped forward again. “Go
now.”
Brother Two released Merle and ran like a rabbit toward
the water as Merle collapsed onto the damp sand. “I hope you fucking drown.” He
rubbed his neck and tried to get a full breath into his lungs.
The big man knelt down beside Merle.
Merle glanced up. Yes, on closer inspection the face
might have been a choirboy’s—on the body of the Jolly Green Giant.
The big man bobbed his head. “You’re okay, right?”
“Yeah. I think so.”
“How can we know?”
Merle almost laughed. “Uh, I guess you can help me up,
and we’ll check it out.”
“Okay.” The giant reached down, grasped Merle at the
waist, and whoa—sent him flying to
his feet. This time Merle did laugh. “Was that fun?” The big man smiled, and
huge dimples popped out in his cherub face.
“Yeah. Thanks.”
“I could do it again. I like lifting you.”
“No, that’s okay.” Funny how that gave him a little flip
in the stomach. He rotated his neck very gently. “I think I’m okay. How does my
tux look?” He stepped back and wiped sand from his butt.
“Tux?”
“Oh, my clothes.”
“Good. Really pretty.”
“Thanks. A friend designed the clothes for me, and I’d
hate for those assholes to ruin them.”
“Yes. That would be bad. Disappointing.”
“Yes, it would.”
“Friends are good.”
Merle stuck out his hand. “I’m Merle Justice, and I’m
extremely grateful to you. I think you might have saved my life.”
The big man looked at Merle’s hand for a minute, then
grinned and shook it enthusiastically. “I’m happy to save your life.”

 

Merle stretched out the measuring tape and got the
dimensions of the huge family space, then paced it off into dining and living
areas. Once he had enough measurements to buy rugs, he wandered past the big
island into the kitchen and opened each cabinet. His mind filled in the spaces
with dishes and pots and pans—yeah, a lot of stuff he didn’t have. His current
apartment in Santa Monica was still a transition space from starving-actor digs
to TV-star quarters. TV star? He snorted softly. More like vampire of the
month. Of course, he’d been lucky enough to be vampire of the month for two
years.
I’m killing time.
Go down to Ru’s studio and take him to lunch.
“Want part of my sandwich, Merle?”
He looked up into the truly pretty face smiling at him
from the other side of the island. “I don’t want to take your lunch, Tom. I’ll
go get some.”
“It’s okay. I made two sandwiches, so there’s lots.”
I should go, but—“Sure,
I’d love half of your sandwich. What kind is it?”
“I’ve got peanut butter and I’ve got avocado and cheese.”
“Which kind do you like best?”
“I like them both.”
“I’ll take avocado.” He looked around the big room still
covered in drywall dust, nails, and wood shavings. “Where shall we sit?”
Tom made a waggling motion with his finger.
Merle cocked his head and walked around the island to
where Tom stood, towering over him. Suddenly he was flying through the air and
made a little gasping sound as Tom sat him on top of the island, then grinned
and easily hopped up beside him. Merle laughed. “No fair.”
“Oh, didn’t you like it?” Tom looked serious.
“I’m teasing you. I just meant it’s funny that you’re so
much bigger than me.”
He shrugged. “I’m much bigger than anybody—except Billy.
I’m just a little bigger than him.” He handed over his half sandwich. It was on
some kind of multigrain bread and appeared to have cheese that wasn’t American.
“This looks delicious.”
“Mrs. Allison taught me to make it.”
“Who’s that?” He took a bite and was very happy he did.
“The lady I live with.”
“Oh, you live with a lady?” Duh, Merle.
“She owns the house, and I rent a room from her.” He
chewed his peanut butter, which also looked like it might have some organic
roots. “I help her with stuff, and she helps me too. Like teaching me about
food and water and how to feed the boys.”
“Boys?”
“My dogs.”
“How many dogs?”
“Two. Fluffy and Tigger. I got them from the shelter where
I work sometimes.”
“Most landladies don’t let you have dogs.”
“Mrs. A. is really nice. She doesn’t want me to have big
dogs, though. Wish I could.” He chewed thoughtfully.
“You could probably get an apartment or house with enough
space for bigger dogs if you want them.”
He shook his head matter-of-factly. “No. Can’t afford
it.”
“I guess rentals in Laguna are pretty high.”
“Yeah, but Billy pays me good. I just need the money for
my folks to take care of Lily.”
“Your sister.”
“Right.” He grinned like he was happy Merle knew her
name. They chewed companionably. “You’re on TV, right?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t see TV much, but I’m going to watch this week.
Mrs. Allison said I can.”
Why did his saying things like that wring Merle’s heart?
“Do you like movies?”
“Oh yes. I go to movies sometimes.”
“What kind do you like?”
“All kinds. Except the ones with the words. I’m not so
good at that.”
Merle’s glance snapped to Tom’s face, but Tom didn’t seem
to be complaining or confessing. Just stating a fact. “Do you have trouble reading?”
He tried to ask it with great nonchalance.
“Yes. That’s how Billy and I got to be friends. He
doesn’t read so good either.” He grinned. “But we’re better now.”
“May I ask you a personal question? You don’t have to
tell me.”
“Sure, Merle. You’re my friend.”
Again, that thump on his heart. “I know you passed the
electrician’s exam. Billy tells me that’s really hard. If you have trouble
reading, how were you able to do it?”
“Mrs. A. read it to me.”
He looked up from licking his fingers clean of avocado.
“What?”
“I gave her the tests that were like samples, and she
read them to me. And she read all the handbooks too. Then a nice guy named Burt
read me the questions on the test, and I said the answers out loud.”
“So you learned everything when Mrs., uh, A. read it to
you?”
“Um-hm. I remember really good.” He finished the last
bite of his avocado. “Most people don’t, you know?”
Merle grinned. “Yes, I do know.”
“Do you like being on TV?”
“Yes. It’s a good job. Long hours, but I get time off
sometimes. Like now.” Funny. He wanted to tell Tom. “I might have a chance to
make a movie.”
Tom’s whole face lit up. “That would be really good,
right? Would you like that?”
“Yes, it’d be a step up in my career. And the guy
directing the movie is very well-known and respected.” He glanced over. Did Tom
have the slightest idea what he just said?
“Do you like him?”
Merle smiled. Leave it to Tom to get to the heart of the
matter.

 

Love in Laguna Series
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About the Author

 

Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in gay romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 40. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, Best Romantic Suspense, and more. 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”!

 

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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
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Bk #2
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Beach Balls
Bk #3
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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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Fantastic Sale and Special Gift for You from Tara Lain #Freebook #30%off

Hi and welcome! We’re celebrating today. My publisher, Dreamspinner Press, is having its 10th Anniversary and we get the presents. Th entire store is 30% OFF (only $4.89) ! This means you can get my upcoming release, Return of the Chauffeur’s Son, at 30% off as well as a host of other great books.

Here’s a link to the sale — https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/return-of-the-chauffeurs-son-by-tara-lain-8528-b

And now for my prezzie to you. With Dreamspinner, I’ve developed a Sampler called Read the Beautiful Boys of Romance, which includes a few chapters of the first book of all my series. Even if you’ve read all my books, go ahead and download the sampler. it’s pretty and its FREE. Go ahead and share it if you’re so inclined. Here’s the link — https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/special-gift 

Have a great week! HUGS. : )

KNIGHT OF OCEAN AVENUE by Tara Lain is $1.99 at Amazon! #greatsale

Hi —

You may know that my most popular book is Knight of Ocean Avenue, the first book in my Love in Laguna series. Right now, Amazon has it featured as a Book of the Month and priced at $1.99! This is a great time to grab it if you’ve missed this story. Here’s the LINK.

How can you be twenty-five and not know you’re gay? Billy Ballew runs from that question. A high school dropout, barely able to read until he taught himself, Billy’s life is driven by his need to help support his parents as a construction worker, put his sisters through college, coach his Little League team, and not think about being a three-time loser in the engagement department. Being terrified of taking tests keeps Billy from getting the contractor’s license he so desires, and fear of his mother’s judgment blinds Billy to what could make him truly happy.

Then, in preparation for his sister’s big wedding, Billy meets Shaz—Chase Phillips—a rising-star celebrity stylist who defines the word gay. To Shaz, Billy embodies everything he’s ever wanted—stalwart, honest, brave—but even if Billy turns out to be gay, he could never endure the censure he’d get for being with a queen like Shaz. How can two men with so little in common find a way to be together? Can the Stylist of the Year end up with the Knight of Ocean Avenue?

This book is also available in Audio, and in French, German and Italian. If you’d like to read an excerpt, Click HERE.

Also remember, you can still enter to win in my Cowboys Don’t Ride Unicorns Blog Tour, but act quickly. Click HERE.

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Released! COWBOYS DON’T RIDE UNICORNS by Tara Lain #bullrider #gayromance #cowboys

Country boy and city slicker. Cowboy and decorator. Bull rider and — unicorn!  Opposites powerfully attract in Tara Lain’s new romance, but can they find a way to be together? Check out Cowboys Don’t Ride Unicorns.

Hi everyone! Welcome to the release of my new cowboy romance! One reviewer said if she could give this book 25 stars, she would! Read on and i hope you enjoy it!!

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Cowboys Don’t Ride Unicorns
(Cowboys Don’t Series, #2)
By Tara Lain


Blurb

Cowboy Danny Boone—a name he made up one drunken night and has regretted ever since—harbors a big past and yearns for a small future. A short, bright career as a champion bull rider almost ended in his death when his homophobic father discovered Danny was gay. Now Danny longs for a plot of land he can build a ranch house on and enough money to make up for some of the education he missed.

Danny also hides a preference for beautiful femmes who like to top—a combo rarer than a unicorn. Then onto the guest ranch where Danny works drives San Francisco decorator Laurie Belmont, a young man so gorgeous he makes horses gasp, and so ballsy he almost kills Danny’s attacker.

Laurie’s trying to find his way out from under the thumb of a domineering mother, helpless father, and rich, privileged boyfriend. But no matter the attraction, their lives are worlds apart, and cowboys don’t ride unicorns.

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Also available in paperback

 

Excerpts

 

“I want to
see what’s ahead.” He coaxed Tramp into a trot and then a canter, and before
Danny could even register it, he was in a full-on gallop.
“Shit!” Danny
glanced at Grove, who looked worried. Danny frowned. “Should I go after him?
He’s pretty sure in the saddle, but he doesn’t know the area.”
“Yes, please.
He’s pissed, and he’s got a wicked temper. Plus he’s fond of biting off more
than he can chew.”
Danny
scrubbed the accompanying image of Laurie’s biting and chewing from his brain
and took off after him at speed. Danny rode Star Gazer, a beautiful black
Arabian who had lots of speed on Tramp, but Laurie had a head start.
Danny
galloped down the path, looking for signs of Tramp ahead. Finally he saw the
flick of her tail rounding a corner, and he turned Star Gazer into the rough
and ran catty-corner to intercept Laurie. When Danny came up beside Tramp,
Laurie rode easily, grinning and obviously having way too much fun. Danny waved
him down. “Stop, damn it.”
Laurie gave
him a pouty look but slowed Tramp to a trot. “What’s wrong?”
“Just stop.”
Laurie
frowned and pulled up Tramp.
Danny waved a
hand to the right. “There’s a little stream over there. Let her get a drink.”
He walked Star Gazer through the trees to the trickle of water, so precious in
drought-ridden California.
Laurie
dismounted and dropped his reins, letting Tramp get her own water.
Danny did the
same, and as Star Gazer walked to the stream, Danny turned on Laurie. “First,
you don’t know this area. Going that fast, you could have hit barbed wire, or
for that matter, the highway that comes up fast in a half mile. Second, Tramp
isn’t an Arabian. Yes, she’s got some speed, but she’s older and not bred to
gallop for that long.”
“I asked to
ride the Palomino.” He crossed his arms.
“And you may
get to if it’s okay with Rand, but you’ve got to respect the horses, and making
them pay for your temper isn’t the way to do it.”
Laurie’s eyes
widened a bit; then he stared at his boots. “Tramp seems more than willing to
run.”
Danny stepped
closer. “A quality of horses you should be aware of is that they don’t always
act in their own best interests. The same can be said for some humans.” Breathe. “You shouldn’t be riding alone.
Period.”
Laurie
stepped closer and thrust his pretty face toward Danny. “Okay, simple. You can
ride with me.”
“I’ve got
work to do.”
“News flash.”
Laurie took another step. “I am your
work.”
One more step
and they’d be nose-to-nose—or lips-to-lips. Danny stared at that mouth like it
held the secrets of the universe. What would those lips taste like? Big cowboy in the sky, help me.

 

 

Two hours
later he’d drawn his bull—a huge sucker named Scorpion, and from the looks on
Maury’s team’s faces, he must have the sting to go with the name. As they
walked to the chutes, Maury clapped a hand on Danny’s shoulders. “Careful.
Don’t underestimate Scorpion. He’s meaner than piss.”
“Sounds like
not my luckiest draw.”
“Well, let’s
just say he’ll earn a lot of points.”
Danny
propped himself on the fence and slid onto the broad back, feeling the heat of
the animal under him. He worked with the rope puller Maury had provided to get
his bull rope in exactly the tautness and configuration he liked best. Scorpion
shifted restlessly but didn’t try to slam Danny against the fence. Danny leaned
down toward the twitching ear. “I’m your friend, Scorpion. I’ll make you look
good if you return the favor.”
The cowboy
closest to Danny chuckled.
The
announcer called, “Next up, we got a new rider named Danny Boone. If you’ve
been in California lately, you know Danny’s been doing his share of winning. So
let’s see if he’s up to the great state of Nevada.”
Danny
adjusted his vest, planted his hat, wrapped his hand tight enough to hold but
not so tight he couldn’t let go—and nodded.
Fucking hell
broke loose. The bull leaped out of the stall in a full breakaway—not a move
bulls usually performed. Danny vaguely heard the crowd gasp over his own intake
of breath. She-it. Just pretend he’s a bronc. Danny flapped
his loose hand toward the sky and adjusted the roll of his hips and movement of
his spine to accommodate the bull’s unique style. He spurred for a couple of extra
points, but truth was he could barely stay on this sucker. Just try to look good. The hurt didn’t exist—until later.
Scorpion
sunfished, throwing his legs to the side, and Danny rode the buck, trying like
a son of a bitch to look in control. Wham!
All four hooves hit the ground straight-legged, and the impact shot up Danny’s
back in a bolt of pain. Much longer and that bell on the bull’s belly would be
tolling for Danny. For an instant Laurie’s face flashed in his mind.
After what
felt like an hour, the horn sounded.
He waited
for old Scorpion to stop spinning, kicked to the side, and landed standing.
Scorpion hadn’t taken kindly to Danny’s offer of friendship and took off after
him like he’d been given a contract on his life. Danny leaped to the side and
let Scorpion sail past. Two bullfighters jumped in front of Scorpion, but the
damned bull was hard to distract. He swiped at Danny twice more, getting lots
of reaction from the crowd, and finally stampeded after the bullfighters, who
lured him into the exit chute.
Danny walked
out of the arena too as the announcer said, “Looks like Danny Boone can take on
the big dogs with the best of them. Good ride.”
A couple of guys
slapped his shoulder, and he nodded. Don’t
let ’em see you sweat.
 

 

 

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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”!

 

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Fire Balls
(Balls to the Wall Series, Bk #2)
By Tara Lain


Blurb:

Renowned artist Rodney Mansfield stands five foot six, has pink hair, six earrings, a black belt in karate—and a desperate yearning for firefighter Hunter Fallon. But Rod, the Runtback of Notre Dame, knows he’ll never land the beautiful “straight gay” guy, so Rod musters his altruism and helps his more masculine friend Jerry attract Hunter. As if a broken heart wasn’t enough, Rod saves Hunter from a firehouse homophobe—humiliating Hunter in front of his dad!

Hunter lives a dream life—his father’s dream. While he’d like to teach literature in college, read poetry in the sun, and find a strong guy to top him, he fights fires for his dad. Hunter hates flamboyant guys like Rodney. So why can’t he resist him? Maybe it’s time to admit this is one flame he has no desire to put out.

 

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Excerpts

 

He leaned back on the couch. “Anyway, he’s dreamy,
straight-up divine. Sweet and nice and smart. Shit, man, have you ever seen
anything so beautiful?”
Too much. Rod got up and went back to the easel.
At least he didn’t have to stare into Jerry’s smitten face. Crap, he wanted to
be happy for the guy. He really did. “He’s beautiful, all right.”
“And guess what? He asked about you.”
No breath. “He, uh, did?”
“Yeah. Said you were so talented. See, I told you not to
leave.”
“Didn’t want to be a third wheel.”
“Hey, my man, you’re my brother from another mother. What I
got, you got. So I’m going on another date with him, and he loves to read and
shit. Could you tell me some stuff to talk about?”
Oh dear God. “So what have you read, Jerry?”
He looked at his hands. “I, uh, read a few romance novels.”
“I think it’s okay to talk about those, but you have to know
some other writers too. So think. What did you read in high school?”
“Comic books.”
“Graphic novels?”
“Yeah. Man, I love Watchmen and X-Men and Batman.”
“Comic books.” He walked over to a bookshelf he kept tucked
away in the corner of the studio. When he rested on the couch, he loved to read
himself to sleep. “Have you ever heard of Lord Byron?”
Jerry shook his head. “Sounds like a rock star.”
“He kind of was for his time. He was a poet.” He took out a
slim volume and began to read from Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage. “Roll on,
thou deep and dark blue ocean—roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in
vain; man marks the earth with ruin—his control stops with the shore.” When he
got to “unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown” he looked up.
Jerry’s big blue eyes shone with tears. “Hey, man, that’s
awesome. Probably not a surfer, I guess. All the ‘thees’ and ‘thous’ sound kind
of old. But that dude knew what a surfer feels, man. We ride on top of the—what
did he call it?—deep and dark blue ocean. And we know we can sink and never be
heard from again, man. Axed. It’s how we want to go if we gotta.”
He had to stop underestimating this man. Rod walked over to
the couch and handed the book to Jerry. “Just be yourself. He’s got to love
you.”
“Wow, thanks. But I’ll read this, man. Every word, or at
least the words I understand, okay?”
He smiled. “Okay.”
“I sure do like the way you read it, though.”

Rod laughed, took back the book, and began to read.

 

The firefighters piled out onto the hard-packed dirt drive
and hauled the hose toward the hydrant out by the highway. Shit, they were just
going to make it… if they were lucky.
“Save him. Help, please, help,” one woman screamed, pointing
toward the building.
What? He gave his spot on the hose to another man and ran to
the woman’s side. “Ma’am. What do you mean?”
The woman on the driveway was white as a cloud and pointing,
her mouth working. “Rod. Rodney. He ran in. Do something.”
He gripped her arm. “Ran in? Rodney ran in there?” Ice froze
his heart.
“Yes, yes. I came over to see, and suddenly he just ran past
me and straight in the door. I don’t know where his car is….”
Hell no! He pulled on his respirator and ran
toward the door of the studio. His heart beat way too fast. Had to get control.
Why, why would Rod do it? What was worth his life? His life. He couldn’t die. Hell, no.
“Fallon, wait. Don’t go in alone,” Cam screamed behind him.
Hell, no. No time to wait. Rod was in there.
The screen door, the damned squeaky screen door, hung half
off its hinges. He tore it away and, hunched against the heat, moved into the
studio. Smoke. Embers raining down. The heat pushed like a wall through his
gear. The flames crawled along the half-missing roof like a snake slinking
along a branch, hissing.
Stop. Think. The part of the structure
closest to the door remained most intact. He dropped to the floor and scooted
along a few feet. Not much in here. Beside him, the old desk had burned nearly
to ash. His heart hammered. Breathe slowly. Don’t panic.
Where is he?
Can’t be too late. No, hell, no. Never
too late.
He crawled another couple of feet and pressed his head down by
the floor, squinting through the smoke…. Yes!
A body. Rod. Collapsed on the floor clutching a small canvas
to his chest. The insane idiot. No painting was worth this. Crouching, Hunter
covered the few steps.

Jesus,
Rod looked so small. And… so still. Hell,
no
. Hunter pulled Rod into his arms. Felt right. Felt good. Hunter took off
his respirator and fitted it over Rod’s nose and mouth. Breathe for me, baby.
Rod’s body hung, limp as a doll.

 

 

The Balls to the Wall Series


Volley Balls
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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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Fire Balls
(Balls to the Wall Series, Bk #2)
By Tara Lain
 
Blurb:
Renowned artist Rodney Mansfield stands five foot six, has pink hair, six earrings, a black belt in karate—and a desperate yearning for firefighter Hunter Fallon. But Rod, the Runtback of Notre Dame, knows he’ll never land the beautiful “straight gay” guy, so Rod musters his altruism and helps his more masculine friend Jerry attract Hunter. As if a broken heart wasn’t enough, Rod saves Hunter from a firehouse homophobe—humiliating Hunter in front of his dad!
Hunter lives a dream life—his father’s dream. While he’d like to teach literature in college, read poetry in the sun, and find a strong guy to top him, he fights fires for his dad. Hunter hates flamboyant guys like Rodney. So why can’t he resist him? Maybe it’s time to admit this is one flame he has no desire to put out.
Release Date:
February 8, 2017
Available for pre-order at
Excerpts

 

Jerry jerked
his head frantically toward the back of the restaurant. He mouthed some words.
What? Oh, men’s room. Shit. He’d never give up. “Bill, I’ve got to go to
the little boys’. If the waiter comes, just order me the halibut, okay?”
Bill looked
up, nodded, and went back to his culinary study. Rod scooted through the crowd
to the men’s room in the back of the restaurant. He loved Jerry, but really.
He ripped
open the door and found Jerry huddled—yes, that was the word—huddled against the back wall.
Rod peeked
around. Nobody. He put both hands on his hips. “Darling, what the fuck?”
“I ran out of
shit to say.” Jerry’s voice was small and shaky.
Well, hell,
how could he be mad? “Did you talk about the poem?”
“Yeah, I did.
I read it and even memorized some of it. He got so excited, man. He started
asking about all these other dudes I never heard of and shit. Walt somebody. I
thought maybe he meant Disney or something so I started talking about Space
Mountain. Then I knew that was wrong, so I just went back to asking him
questions. So I asked, ‘What other poets do you like?’ And he says some name I
never heard of, like some Indian dude like Tager or something.”
“Tagore?”
“Yeah, that’s
it. But I had to say I had never read anything by the guy. So he recited a
little, and it was really nice, but I didn’t have any more to recite back to
him. So can we come and have dinner with you?”
“What?” Well, shit. He’d been focusing on how to
push a little more poetry into Jerry’s head, not expecting a damned double
date. A piece of his brain—well, actually another more southern part of the
anatomy—leaped at the idea of having dinner with Hunter. Get over it.
He’d just be tongue-tied and awkward. Not his fave condition. “I don’t think
so, Jerry. This is my first date with Bill. You’ll do fine with Hun… the
fireman.”
A man walked
in and used the urinal. Rod sauntered over and rinsed his hands, but Jerry kept
holding up the wall. The guy washed up and left.
Jerry pushed
off the ceramic tile and put his hands together, prayerful. “Puh-leez, Rod.
Help me, man. Your date has to love you. You’re, you know, you. But I’d feel so
much better if I had someone to help me talk to Hunter.”
And Rod would
feel so much worse. Hell. “Okay,
bring him over.”
“Thanks, man.
You’re rad. I can’t wait for you to get to know him.” Jerry ran out of the
bathroom.
Yeah, and Rod
wanted to run too. Away from here. Away from a beautiful friend who owned the
man he wanted. Who had earned him just by being gorgeous. Shoot. He better get to Bill before Jerry did.
 

 

Rod glanced over to see how his model was doing. Total
heart stop and brain malfunction. Perfect.
Every line and curve. Every angle.
Hunter’s body was so lean that each
muscle stood out against his tan skin like a piece of sculpture. The pose
twisted his torso just enough to make his narrow waist seem even slimmer
against the breadth of his shoulders and his hard, curved pecs. His legs were
long and looked carved from marble. Even his feet arched perfectly. Oh God. Rod wanted to suck each toe in
homage.
In the middle of all this art, surrounded by light tan
skin and at the end of a happy trail of silken dark hair, rested a magnificent
cock, lying relaxed against Hunter’s right leg. He was a low hanger, a real
shower. Long and graceful, framed by loose balls and a soft pubic nest, this
was a penis of the gods. Rod wanted to paint it all alone in every possible
posture. Yeah, preferably erect.
Shit, he had to quit staring, or at least pretend the staring was professional
and not prurient. Sure, right.

Hunter’s cock might be relaxed, but the rest of his body
was vibrating with tension. Rod tried not to think how much he would like that
to be reversed. Had to put the guy at ease before he had a coronary.

 

 

The Balls to the Wall Series

Volley Balls

Bk #1

Available at
 
      

 

 

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

Hi and WELCOME! I’m so excited to share that my popular novella, VOLLEY BALLS, has been revised and rewritten for you! I always wanted to change this story and tell everyone what happened to all 3 of the guys — so here was my chance. I hope you like the new cover and i hope you love the pumped up version of Volley Balls Revised! You can pre-order now!  

 
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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?
Release Date:
January 11, 2017
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Excerpts

 

Gareth shifted uneasily in the darkened amphitheater.
Another scene change. The effects were lovely and sometimes awe-inspiring, but
he’d gotten the idea in the first half hour. He was ready to go.
He glanced to his left at Edge, who seemed fascinated with
the show. Intriguing, since Edge had the attention span of a gnat. The other
guys were more restless, jabbing each other when the bare-breasted art pieces
appeared, but they managed to stay on the near side of rude.
He settled back for the duration. Maybe a little catnap. The
lights came up as he started to close his eyes. He heard an indrawn breath and
looked up. Holy, bloody, everlasting
hell.
In the center of the vast stage, on a rotating platform in a
single perfect spotlight, was David, the masterwork of Michelangelo. Gareth had
seen it in Florence several times, and every sense he had told him he was
looking at the actual statue, although his mind knew this was a human being.
Glowing, luminous, absolutely still… sweet bloody Christ, how could someone do
it? How could they have found a person so perfect?
He noticed a deep stillness in the audience and also among
his mates. Edge was absolutely motionless. Unusual for him. But the statue, the
guy, was just that beautiful.
Gareth cocked his head. The model’s legs were not as big and
muscular as the Michelangelo. This “statue” was a bit leaner and even more
graceful. The pedestal kept turning. He squinted. Bloody hell, he’d seen that
perfect ass before. He peered into the pool of light as the David rotated. He’d
seen those amazing cheekbones.

It was the guy from the beach and the shop. Gareth rifled
through his program for the name. David Underwood. The one who owned the
gallery. The fag. Gareth shifted onto
his hip, leaning away from Edge. Wouldn’t do to let his pouf-hating friend see
his massive erection.

 

As he approached the gallery, a figure stepped away from the
building. He sucked wind, stopped, and slapped a hand over his heart. Shit. Not Phil. Not Phil. He swallowed hard.
The Aussie stepped closer. “Sorry to scare you. Are you
okay?”
Couldn’t quite catch his breath. He nodded, but his inhale sounded
in his ears.
“Jesus, I’m sorry, David. I keep fucking this up. I should
just leave you alone like you asked me.” He shook his head, turned, and started
walking away down Forest.
“Wait!” Shit, did he just say that?
The guy stopped and turned. “Yeh?” The word turned up on the
end—hopefully.
“I have to give you points for not giving up. After me being
such a shit and all.”
“I deserved it. I just—” He shrugged. “—don’t have much
experience. None with guys, you know? I’m pretty bad at it.”
“You guarantee you’re not an ax murderer?”
The guy’s perfect lips in his perfect face turned up. “Do
American ax murderers admit their profession? Must make policing damned easy.”
“Yep. All the cops are busy eating donuts as we speak.”
“So no, I’m not an ax murderer.” His face sobered. “Or
anyone who means you harm.” He extended his hand. “Hello. I’m Gareth Marshall.”
David shook his hand. Big. Very callused. Very warm. “Okay,
Gareth.” David crossed his arms. “What’s a nice guy like you doing with a
homophobic asshole like that big blond?”
All kinds of emotions flashed across his face—anger, hurt,
and embarrassment seemed uppermost. “He’s my volleyball partner.” He took a
breath. “And actually my best friend.”
David frowned. “So he harasses every other gay guy, but not
you?”
“He doesn’t know I’m gay.”
“Uh, sorry to tell you, but in the dictionary where it says
‘best friend,’ it says ‘guy who you tell all your secrets to.’”
“I know. But we’ve been friends since we were kids. He
thinks he knows everything about me.”
“He’s missed a few sucked cocks, I gather.”
Gareth did that shrug thing. “A few.”
“So where do we go from here?”
He flashed a slightly saucy smile. “Where do you want to go,
mate?”
“You’re the one lurking in doorways.”

 

 

 

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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