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.

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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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“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.
 

 

 

Cowboys Don’t Series
Cowboys Don’t Come Out
Bk #1
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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”!

 

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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


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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
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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

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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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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:
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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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Cowboys Don’t Come Out
by Tara Lain
 
Blurb:
Rand McIntyre settles for good enough. He loves his small California ranch, raising horses, and teaching riding to the kids he adores—but having kids of his own and someone to love means coming out, and that would jeopardize everything he’s built. Then, despite his terror of flying, he goes on a holiday to Hana, Hawaii with his parents and meets the dark and mysterious Kai Kealoha, a genuine Hawaiian cowboy. Rand takes to Kai’s kid brother and sister as much as he drools over Kai, but the guy sports more prickles than a horned toad, and more secrets than the exotic land he comes from.
Kai’s earned his privacy and lives to protect his “kids.” He ought to stay away from the big, handsome cowboy for everyone’s sake—but since the guy’s just a haole on a short vacation, how much damage can he do? When all of Kai’s worst fears and Rand’s darkest nightmares come true at once, there’s not much chance for two cowboys who can’t—or won’t—come out.
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Excerpts

 

He stopped
and tried to hear over the rushing of the surf out beyond the reef if anyone
else hid in the dark. No sounds. Fortunately, no big water hit this beach, so
he didn’t have to worry about getting swamped. Actually, between the lapping
waves and the brilliant moonlight, the scene resembled some fairy-tale romance.
Fuck that.
Right where
the dry sand verged on the wet, he flopped on his butt. What she’d said—that he
settled for a good-enough life. That he wasn’t happy. Don’t I get to decide that?
He leaned
back on his elbows. Yeah, but she’s
right. I created a whole life—as if I was somebody else. Most people find “the
one” and build a future so it suits them both. I imagined a cowboy and slid
into his boots—Rand McIntyre. Say that with a drawl, son. Just one problem. I’m
gay—always have been—and cowboys don’t come out. Where does that leave me?
A-fucking-lone, pardner. Always will be.
You’re not the only gay cowboy.
Have you seen Brokeback
Mountain? Shit.
Phosphorescence
sparkled on the tops of the waves farther out. Pretty. Guess there could be all kinds of weird man-eating shit in that water.
Do you think more sharks and barracudas swim at night than during
the day?
Yeah, right.
He sprang up,
stripped his Hawaiian shirt off and tossed it on the sand, then pulled off the
shorts his mom had given him. Commando. What would it feel like to have fishes
nibbling at his balls? Not like anybody else was doing any nibbling. He strode
into the water. Whoa! Not cold, just
startling.
When he waded
out past his thighs, his penis and balls started to float. He chuckled. Kind of
like being a kid in the bathtub. Endless hours of fun playing with your own
built-in toys. A few more steps, and he submerged to his shoulders. He gave a
tiny shiver. Weird being sunk in inky blackness. Still, the water felt good. He
kicked off and swam a few yards out, turned, and stroked back towards shore. He
wasn’t a good enough swimmer to push his luck alone at night.

 

After
treading water a couple of minutes, he pulled himself back into the shallows
and sat on the hard wet beach. He glanced down. Some shrinkage, but his balls
still lay on the sand. Remember to rinse
them off or you’ll itch.
Slowly he released his breath. What was he going
to do? Answer? Same as always. Nothing. He couldn’t risk all the great shit
he’d made to try to make it better.

 

 

Inside,
twilight dim. The room smelled warm and spicy. Funny, he hadn’t put that scent
together with Rand—but it was his, through and through. Nobody here. “Hello?”
“Looking for
me?” Rand walked out of the bathroom wearing a heart-stopping, breath-robbing
towel around his hips—uh, except for the slice of bare groin revealed because
the towel stood out in front like a banyan tree canopy. That cotton tent had to
be a lot more comfortable than the tight denim smothering Kai’s rising cock.
Too much air
flowed out with Kai’s words and made him sound like he’d just run a
half-marathon. “I was hoping that message about your nap might be intended for
me.”
“Yep.”
“So what did
you have in mind, cowboy?” Man, his heart throbbed in his dick. It ought to be
dancing the salsa.
“Some riding
lessons.”
“You’re the
teacher.”
“Nah, I’m the
quarter horse.”
Heart—stopped. “You want to
bottom?”
“Yep.”
“Holy hell.”
Rand stared
at Kai’s jeans and grinned. “You like that idea?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Good.
Condoms and lube are on the bed. My ass, I mean stallion, is at your service.”
Kai staggered
to the footstool in front of the corner chair, collapsed into it, and started
yanking at his boots. Rand walked over slow and easy-like. “Take your hat,
cowboy, or you want to fuck with it on?”
Fuck? Oh
shit, how long since he’d been with a man? A person? His cock steamed and
bobbed.

 

Rand grabbed
Kai’s Stetson and tossed it onto the coffee table, then took hold of Kai’s
other boot. The combination of two boots half-off flipped Kai onto his back on
the chair like a giant turtle. Rand hauled off the one boot, then grabbed the other
and pulled it too, sent both flying, then yanked on Kai’s jeans. “So much
trouble getting riders properly dressed.”

 

 

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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SPELL CAT Reaches Amazon, ARe, Kobo, iBooks, B&N and DsP

spellcat400x600Hi! I’m happy to announce that the pre-order for my re-release of SPELL CAT with the amazing cover by Reese Dante is now everywhere!!

Here are the links —

Dreamspinner Press 

AMAZON

All Romance eBooks

Kobo

iBooks (sorry, no link but you know how to buy it)

B&N 

For those who have asked, this is largely the same story that was released in 2012 with new editing, a few additions and teaser-graphic-1-spell-cat-by-tara-lainthe great new cover. It’s a story of witches in New York City and specifically, the greatest male witch in 10 generations. He’s a reluctant witch, however, until circumstances push him to protect the man he loves! Of course, there’s a memorable cat names Aloysius.

For those who love paranormal, i can only tell you that this book has many passionate fans. Maybe you want to give it  a try?

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LORD OF A THOUSAND STEPS is Bestseller in Preorder

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I’m so excited to tell you that my upcoming release, LORD OF A THOUSAND STEPS isAreBestsellerIcon100X100 Bestseller in Preorder! It’s currently in the middle of the Gay Fiction Bestseller List on Amazon and yesterday i received notice that the book had hopped onto the Bestseller List at All Romance eBooks. Today it received it’s star and has climbed to the middle of the list. Then i checked Kobo and found it’s #75 on the LGBT Romance List. It’s also on the Bestseller List at Dreamspinner Press.

The book releases on August 31st, so all this happy news is happening while the book is in preorder. It’s also at iBooks and B&N. For an excerpt, check out this Page.  Here’s a little nibble. #1 - Teaser Graphics - Lord of a Thousand Steps

Top 10 Smartest Villains! Hard to Create.

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As an author, one of the hardest challenges is creating interesting and meaningful villains. That’s why i have great respect for these Top 10 Smartest Villains.

Since I’m a romance writer and want to focus on the love between my two main characters, the villains can so easily get less energy. Many of my books don’t have actual “bad guys”, but rather use emotional or circumstantial obstacles as the forces that keep my heroes apart. Knight of Ocean Avenue has some nasty people in it, butKnaveofBrokenHearts-400x600 no true villains. Knave of Broken Hearts, however, has Jim’s father as a pretty awful guy who creates a lot of angst in Jim’s life.

Two of my (I think) best villains were sufficiently smart and evil that they actually kept me from writing the book for almost a year — the parents of Dennis in Tackling the Tight End. These two are weird, quirky, not easily fooled and thoroughly despicable. Actually, that series produced some other pretty bad villains too like the team owner in Canning the Center. Recently, i finished writing a book that has a true villain — a serial killer — in Death Dancer. You’ll get to read that book either late in 2016 or early 2017.

With all that in mind, here’s a video of the Top 10 Smartest Villains for your consideration. I think this is a pretty good list. Do you agree?

Thanks for coming by!! Remember you can pre-order LORD OF A THOUSAND STEPS now an Dreamspinner Press.