30% OFF at #DreamspinnerPress for National Book Lover’s #booksale #FoolofMainBeach

Hi —

Dreamspinner Press has the best sales! Right now they’re celebrating National Book Lover’s Day with a 30% Off discount on everything in the store. This means you can pre-order Fool of Main Beach for only $4.89, the best price around. Here’s the Link! If you’d like to read an excerpt from this new book that’s already hit the bestseller lists, Click HERE.

You can also get any of my other books you’ve been thinking about — go check the Book section on this website for everything from werewolves to cross-dressers! The sale also includes all my translations in French, Italian, and German.

There are so many great authors at Dreamspinner, their sales give you lots of wonderful books to choose from. Hope you drop by. : )

Win a Kindle Fire and Meet Some Bad Boys!! #Booksweeps

Hi —

I’m one of the Bad Boy lovers participating in the Booksweeps Bad Boy Erotic Romances Drawing! Want to enter? You can win a Kindle Fire and 55 erotic Bad Boy romances by your fave authors. I’m included. the book i’m offering is Knave of Broken Hearts because Jim Carney is a definite Bad Boy — too much booze, too little responsibility and too much sex — with the wrong gender for him!

To enter go HERE

And i might mention that my newest release Fire Balls has a pretty naughty hero too — of a very different kind. You can read about him HERE.

Thank you for stopping by and be sure to enter HERE.

VOLLEY BALLS Released! Doubled in Length #BallstotheWall #AlphaMales

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

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Making it Happen

Volley Balls

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

 

 

 

About the Author

 

Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 32. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft.  She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog near the sea in California where she sets a lot of her books.  Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!

 

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B is for BALLS! #BallstotheWall #VolleyBalls #FireBalls

volleyballs400x600Hi! Welcome to our spelling lesson. B is for Balls!

If you’ve read my books at all, you may know that the series for which i was first known was my Balls to the Wall series. People used to call me the Balls girl! These books were my first stories to be set in Laguna Beach, CA. and they were my first bestsellers. But for those who may have just heard of my novels, you might not have been able to buy this series. Most of the books have been off the market for the better part of a year. That’s about to change!

On June 11th, I’ll be re-releasing the first book in the series, Volley Balls. This was a story i always felt was too short and didn’t explore the full potential of the relationship between 3 — yes 3!  –hot men. So i have rewritten Volley Balls and almost doubled its original length. For those who have read it, and that’s a lot of people, you’ll find this is a whole new take on the story.

The best known book in the series is Fire Balls, the story of feisty artist Rodney Mansfield and his seemingly hopeless love for firefighter Hunter Fallon. I’m happy to say that you’ll get to see the new cover for Fire Balls in just two  days, on Jan. 6th. You can pre-order the book then and it will release on Feb 8th.

All the rest of the books will also release this year — Beach Balls, FAST Balls, and Snow Balls. PLUS, there will be two NEW additions to the series — High Balls and Bleu Balls  — that will release at the end of this year and the beginning of 2018.

Whether you’re new to my Balls books or an old timer, i hope you enjoy these re-releases and new releases! These are a great bunch of guys who inspired me to write my Love in Laguna series as well. I’ll unveil Fire Balls for you soon!

Celebrate New Years with 99 Cent Books!

OutingTheQuarterbackLGHappiest New Year to you! Celebrate New Years with 99 Cent Books!

To celebrate ringing in the New Year, Dreamspinner Press has put 12 popular books on sale for 99 cents. One of those is OUTING THE QUARTERBACK, the first book in my Long Pass Chronicles. You’ll also find some other great favorites like Amy Lane’s Winter’s Ball and Roan Parrish’s In the Middle of Somewhere.

Get over there and make a small investment in some great bestselling reads. Here’s the link to the whole page — Click HERE.

And i hope your New Year is full of love, joy, prosperity and a lot of good books!

KNIGHT OF OCEAN AVENUE in Italian!! #translations #bestseller #gayromance

il-cavaliere-di-ocean-avenueHi — Welcome and happiest holidays to people all over the world! I’m so delighted thatimg_1334 2016 has seen many of my books contracted and published in international languages. The most recent is KNIGHT OF OCEAN AVENUE  in Italian! It’s now available for pre-order in Italian. The book is titled Il Cavaliere di Ocean Avenue and you can see it HERE. 

Here’s the Blurb!

Un libro della serie Storie d’amore a Laguna

Come si fa ad avere venticinque anni e non sapere di essere gay? È una domanda che Billy Ballew preferisce evitare. Ha lasciato presto il liceo, a malapena capace di leggere fino a quando non ha imparato come autodidatta. Con il suo lavoro da muratore ha aiutato i genitori e contribuito a far studiare le sorelle al college. Fa l’allenatore per una squadra di baseball della Little League e cerca di non pensare ai tre fidanzamenti falliti. Il terrore che prova quando deve sostenere degli esami gli impedisce di ottenere la licenza da impresario che tanto desidera, e la paura del giudizio di sua madre gli impedisce di vedere ciò che potrebbe davvero renderlo felice.

Fino a quando, durante i preparativi per il grande matrimonio della sorella, non incontra Shaz – Chase Phillips – uno stilista emergente che incarna la parola gay. Agli occhi di Shaz, Billy possiede tutto ciò che ha sempre voluto in un uomo: forza, onestà, coraggio. Ma anche se Billy fosse gay, probabilmente non riuscirebbe a sopportare lo scandalo che scaturirebbe dall’uscire con una diva come lui. Come possono due uomini con così poco in comune trovare un modo per stare assieme? Lo Stilista dell’Anno coronerà la sua storia d’amore con il Cavaliere di Ocean Avenue?

KnightofOceanAvenueFRLGIn addition, you can find this same book in French Here

 

 

 

 

 

 

511iO2kQXKLAnd German Here.

The books are also available through booksellers including Amazon in each country and/or region.

Thank you so much for stopping by! : )

Beauty, Inc & Lord of a Thousand Steps in Audio! #TaraLain #GayRomance #AudioBooks

Hi and Welcome! Many people have asked so I’m so excited to tell you that I have two new audio books. You can now get Beauty, Inc. and Lord of a Thousand Steps in Audio!

LordOfAThousandSteps400You can get Lord of a Thousand Steps at Audible and Amazon

A Love in Laguna Novel

To architecture student Ian Carney, family means everything. Taken in by his brother, Jim, when his father threw him out at eighteen for being gay, Ian yearns to create his own family with his boyfriend, Rico. But Rico’s in Mexico caring for a sick father, Ian hasn’t had sex in a month and a half, and his gorgeous boss, Braden Lord, CEO of the architectural firm Ian interns for, is looking better and better.

Braden’s life is chaos. Just out of the closet and going through an ugly divorce from his wife of fifteen years who’s trying to take custody of his two children, he desperately resolves not to succumb to a completely inappropriate attraction to Ian—even though his kids adore both the man and his crazy cat.

When Rico proves to be a snake in the grass and Ian exercises his powers of seduction, what starts as a “friends with benefits” fling turns into real life real fast. Can Ian give up his romantic dreams for an “old guy” who didn’t come out until he carried a mountain of baggage? It’ll only take a thousand steps.

 

Beauty,Inc-400x600Beauty, Inc. is available at Audible and Amazon

Is beauty only skin deep?

Chemist Dr. Robert “Belle” Belleterre loves flowers, green trees, his best friend Judy, and “his baby:” the new face cream he developed to help put his father’s small cosmetics company on the map. Sadly he gets no help from his alcoholic, gambling-addicted father, who loses Belle in a poker game to Magnus Strong, the CEO of Beauty, Inc., the largest American cosmetics company—a man infamous for his scarred ugliness.

Belle finds himself uprooted from his home, living in a wildly crazy apartment in New York owned by Mr. Pennymaker, and completely unprepared for his mad attraction to the charismatic Strong. Feeling like a traitor, Belle fights his passion, only to see more and more of the goodness and humility hidden by Strong’s ugly face. But when Belle’s family starts manipulating his life again, the odds turn against happiness for beautiful Belle and his beloved beast.

Thank you so much for stopping by!  See you soon. ; )

Chasing Rainbows — Awards, That Is! #RainbowAwards #gayromance

12316356_1174925679208179_1579162857415296674_nHi and welcome — If you haven’t entered to win a $20 Amazon GC in mycowboysdontcomeoutfs_v1 Cowboys Don’t Come Out Blog tour, Click HERE now. I’m not only celebrating my new release, but also the fact that four of my books either won or were runners-up in the Rainbows — the Rainbow Awards for LGBT Fiction and Romance.

I’m so delighted that one of my personal favorite books, TACKLING THE TIGHT END, was the third place winner in Best Gay Romantic Suspense. This story of the unlikely love between a TacklingTheTightEnd-400Native football player and hero of his community and the abused son of con artists is dear to my heart for many reasons one of them being the exploration of the Native idea of the two spirit.

LORD OF A THOUSAND STEPS was in fourth place in the contest’s largest category, contemporary gay romance. This book is the fourth book in the popular Love in LagunaLordOfAThousandSteps400 series and is a May/August love between a young architecture intern and his just-out-of-the-closet boss. This book was also a runner up in Best Book of the Year.

PRINCE OF THE PLAYHOUSE  was also a runner-up in this category.

Beauty,Inc-400x600Also a fourth place finisher is BEAUTY, INC., one of my Pennymaker Tales, which was entered in the Gay Fantasy Romance category. A modern homage to Beauty and the Beast, Beauty, Inc. is a reader favorite.

I’m so grateful to the amazing and tireless Elisa Rolle who makes this massive, worldwide award program happen through her own force of will. Also to the many judges who participate, and those who kindly read and rated my books.

Check out the whole lineup of books to find new reads for your ereader.  : )

Tara Lain Releases Still to Come in 2016!!

LordOfAThousandSteps400Hi —

People kindly ask about new books — Tara Lain Releases — coming from moi, so here’s a rundown.

As you know, Lord of a Thousand Steps just released two weeks ago. If you’d like to check it out, Click HERE.

On October 31st, I’m delighted to say i get to re-release one of my most popular aloysius2paranormal novels, Spell Cat. Watch for the brand new gorgeous cover at the end of September.

 

5776452-close-up-to-contemporary-dancer-feet-stock-photo-ballet-dance-feetNext comes my very first murder mystery, DEATH DANCER! On Nov 1st, early downloads will be available on the Pride Publishing site, and general release is Nov. 29th!

 

 

Then on December 7th, i kick off a whole new series of contemporary cowboy romances. The first is called Cowboys Don’t Come Out. This is a cowboy story with a real difference and i hope you enjoy it! The book will go on preorder and the cover will be unveiled bullrideron November 7th.

That’s the end of this year, but next year is crazy and wonderful. I literally have a new release or a re-release every month of the year. I’ll save all those goodies for a future post.

Thanks so much for asking.  : )

Big Backlist Weekend! ZA Maxfield & Tara Lain. Free Books

Drawn-Together-KindlePrinceOfThePlayhouseWelcome to Big Backlist Weekend!! ZA Maxfield & Tara Lain. This is a special event i post every month or so where i ask a wonderful author to come and join me in giving away a copy of an ebook from their backlist.

My guest today is Z. A. Maxfield who is A. a spectacular author. B. one of my best friends and C. a huge influence on my decision to write novels (not in that order. She was A and C before i had the privilege of meeting her and calling her friend.) ZAM is giving away a copy of DRAWN TOGETHER which is a recent re-release of one of her most popular books ever — and one of my personal favorites. I think it might be the first ZAM book i ever read.

I’m giving away an ecopy of PRINCE OF THE PLAYHOUSE which is Book 3 in my Love in Laguna series. I chose this book because book 4 in the series, LORD OF A THOUSAND STEPS releases this coming Wednesday!!!! August 31st. So someone can win Prince of the Playhouse and get ready for the next one!!

How do you enter? Simple. Just leave a comment — one comment enters you to win both books (only one book to a winner) and i will choose the two names at random. If you already have the book you win, we’ll work something out, so enter even if you’ve read them both.

Drawn-Together-KindleDRAWN TOGETHER by Z. A. Maxfield

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Blurb:

Re-release of bestselling 2009 novel – What happens when Rory travels halfway across the country to meet the girl of his dreams? Certainly not what he expected…

Rory’s just be a simple southern boy from St. Antoine’s Parish, Louisiana, but he knows what he wants — the girl of his dreams, reclusive and mysterious artist Ran Yamane. He’s loved her since junior high school, and now he has the chance to meet her. He chucks everything and travels 1,500 miles to Anime Expo in Long Beach just so he can tell her. He’s determined that nothing and nobody are going to stand in his way.

Turns out, Ran Yamane isn’t a girl, but he gets that a lot. People come to him with teddy bears and chocolates and disappointment by the truckload. He’s trusted fans in the past and paid the price. So when he meets Rory he is understandably wary, but resigned. He isn’t prepared for his magnetic attraction to the young man, Rory’s apparent willingness to overlook his gender, and the chaos that ensues when his number one fan (and psycho stalker) shows up to get revenge.

Excerpt:

Rory stood tapping his foot in line behind about a hundred others who wanted an autograph from the singular Ran Yamane. His trip to California and the complete dedication it required to drive fifteen hundred miles in three days made it the first opportunity he had to relax and just enjoy the pleasant sensation of inertia.
In fact, in the fragrant, floral-scented bubble of space he was occupying, Rory took immense pleasure in imagining the moment when he would first see his idol. He imagined her shy surprise, and perhaps her humble acceptance of his floral tribute. From there, he would ask her to autograph his book and then his line drawing from eBay.
Rory was certain she would remark on his accent, because thirty or forty minutes away from the bayou simply everyone did. While it made an excellent icebreaker, he didn’t like the way people thought it made him slow. On the other hand, it never failed to interest women, whether they thought he was slow or not.
What that said about women, he didn’t know, but he hadn’t been too proud to use it to his advantage on more than one occasion. He could simply say, “Please allow me,” in New York City and open a door for a woman, and he wouldn’t have to look for a hotel room for the night.
Behind his floral tribute, Rory was wondering just what he would do to attract Ran Yamane’s attention when he reached the front of the line. He could see her from behind; her long black hair hung in a loose braid down her back. She sat at a desk on a large platform three steps off the ground, flanked by two men standing almost at attention. She faced away from the line of autograph seekers. She chatted briefly with each person as she signed her name; then they moved on. Rory could see she wore some sort of long black coat with the collar turned up, so he was tormented by his inability to catch even a brief glimpse of her face.
At last his turn came, and one of the men flanking her motioned for him to come up. He mounted the three stairs and went to stand before her. He took a deep breath and held his floral tribute out with a low bow. In the dark recesses of his mind, over the pounding of his heart, he thought he heard someone murmur something that sounded like “another one.”
When at last he raised his head to look at the woman of his dreams, he froze with his mouth gaping open like a fish. Before him, with his arms folded demurely across his chest, was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen, but still, a man. Nothing less than a man, with a pitying expression on his face.
“You thought I was a woman, didn’t you?” he asked. “I get that a lot.”
The men next to Yamane chuckled, and one motioned with his head toward a pile of lovely floral tributes in a heap on another table, which was also stacked with stuffed animals and heart-shaped candy boxes like a vast pyramid made out of the dashed hopes of countless would-be admirers.
Rory looked at his flowers. He looked back at Ran Yamane. As if the last fifteen hundred miles were a film going backward, he saw the whole thing slipping away from him.
Yamane stood and leaned over the table. “Look.” He spoke with a soothing voice. “I know it’s a disappointment, but surely there’s someone else at this convention who would enjoy receiving flowers from a nice young man? I’ve seen no less than fifteen Princess Celendriannas. Maybe you could make a new friend.”
Rory couldn’t speak right away. He waited for Yamane to sit back down and then wordlessly drew his portfolio out of his bag. “I bought this on eBay, sir, and I wonder if you would be kind enough to sign it for me.”
“My,” said Ran. His pen stopped in midair. “That’s quite an accent you have. I presume you’re from the South?”
“Yes, sir,” said Rory politely. He noted another one of his cherished notions was being destroyed before his eyes. His artist was as American as he was. “New Orleans. You’re American?”
Yamane nodded. “My mother is Japanese, but I lived in New York with my father until I was in my teens. I now claim Japan as my home, and Ran as my surname, but I sound as American as…” The man trailed off and grew silent.
“As what?” asked Rory, used to his accent being the subject of much conjecture. He frankly thought the man was rethinking saying, “As you do.”
“I’m very sorry to have to tell you this, but this drawing isn’t one of mine,” Yamane said quietly.
Rory digested this. “Are you sure?” He frowned, looking at the picture in question. “There’s no mistake?”
“I’m sorry.” Yamane shook his head. “Did you pay for this?”
“Not much,” Rory lied. “I got it on eBay.”
“Here.” Yamane motioned to one of the men standing beside him to get him a book from a stack next to all the abandoned flowers. “Here, I’ll sign this instead. It’s a safe bet you don’t have this. It’s brand-new.” He slid his thumbnail into the top of the shrink-wrap covering the book and removed it. “What’s your name?”
“Rory Delaplaines,” Rory answered, swallowing his disappointment.
“Fine,” said the man as he autographed the book. “Thank you for your interest. I’m sorry I wasn’t what you expected.” He handed Rory the book and turned on a smile of such detached Asian politeness that Rory’s heart shattered into a million tiny pieces.
“Thank you, sir.” He opened the book Ran Yamane had signed for him and gave himself wholly up to his quiet despair. It read, Best wishes to Laurie Dellplane from, and some kanji characters Rory could never hope to read. He felt tears sting his eyes and hesitated on the platform that had been his dream destination for half his life.
Rory briefly studied the cover of the book he held in his hands. He felt an immense, almost consuming desire to convey what he was feeling to Yamane. He lowered his head again, holding the flowers out before him. If anything, his bow this time was deeper.
“Excuse me,” Yamane said in a stage whisper. “What are you doing?”
Rory didn’t lift his head. “Well, as to that, sir, after careful consideration, there is no one in the world on whom I can bestow these flowers but you.”
“No,” Yamane said implacably.
Surprised, Rory straightened. He leaned over to speak to Yamane quietly. “I’ve thought about this, sir, I really have. I came to venerate the artist who created the work I admire, and I simply must be allowed to offer this token of the gratitude I feel.”
“Don’t you see I have enough flowers?”
Rory frowned and felt himself dig in his heels a little. “That is why I don’t understand why you won’t take mine with a simple thank-you instead of giving me a hard time.” He pushed the flowers at Yamane. The men who’d been flanking Yamane stepped closer.
“Your flowers were for a woman named Ran Yamane who does not even exist and into whose image you have been pouring fantasies from your fevered imagination.” Yamane pushed them back.
“Well, of course they were!” Yamane blinked in apparent shock, and Rory gained the upper hand. He smacked the flowers against Yamane’s chest so the artist had no choice but to wrap his arms around them. “But it cannot be considered your fault that none of it was true. I love your work. I really, reallylove it.” Rory bowed again and took a deep breath.
He continued. “I traveled a long way to get here. I left my home and my job and I arrived here this very morning with no plans, no place to stay, and nothing more than the cash it took to get in and buy some food. Whether you are a man or a woman, surely you can accept that graciously.” He remained with his head bowed, but he didn’t really know why except that maybe he was afraid if he lifted it he would see people laughing at him.
“Hey, Forrest Gump,” someone behind him called. “You’re holding up the line; get a move on.”
Rory stood and began to walk away.
“Wait,” called Yamane, “wait a minute.”
He said something quietly to the two men who stood next to him and motioned Rory to follow him. To the assembled crowd, he said, “I need a cigarette. I’ll be back in five minutes.” He mimicked smoking with his free hand. Holding his flowers against his chest like a shield, he left the platform.
Rory trailed after Yamane as he wove between exhibits and vendors of every kind. Where normally Rory strode briskly, he found himself taking smaller and slower steps than usual, noting that Yamane’s way of walking was rather furtive, even timid by comparison. When they reached the end of the convention center floor, Rory noticed they were headed straight for a burly security guard standing before a door that said NO EXIT.
“Perhaps,” Rory said tentatively, slowing down, “this would be a good time to mention that I mean you no harm, and even had you been a woman, you would have been safe with me. I am not any kind of stalker so there’s no need to…”
Yamane nodded to the security guard, who let him through the door. “He’s with me.” He gestured toward Rory behind him and went through to the brightly sunlit area behind the convention center.
Rory followed him out.
“You scared me; I thought you were going to have me arrested,” said Rory with a sigh.
“Is there any reason why I should?”
“No, sir, there is not,” Rory said, practically standing at attention. “I’m sorry we got off to a bad start. I was just rather surprised by you.”
“And disappointed,” Yamane added.
“Perhaps a little,” Rory agreed. He took that opportunity to look, really look, at the man standing before him. Yamane was a diminutive man, reaching no higher than Rory’s shoulder. He wore his long hair in a braid, but some wispy strands floated around his face in what seemed, to Rory, a rebellion against the man’s perfection. He wore a pair of black jeans and a white linen shirt buttoned all the way to the collar. Over that, he wore a long black overcoat made of some lightweight fabric, probably silk, which accentuated his shoulders and chest. Instead of buttoning down the center from a traditional trench coat lapel, this coat buttoned down the side and was held together by knotted black silk ropes, the style at once exotic and distinctly Asian in its design. His hands where they clutched his flowers were long-fingered and elegant, even though they bore ink stains from the marker he’d been signing autographs with all day. Rory had to give credit where credit was due; this was a very, very beautiful man.
“Sorry.” Yamane fumbled in his coat pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and an expensive-looking gold lighter. He tapped out a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. Rory stepped forward. He took the lighter out of Yamane’s hand, which trembled very slightly as he relinquished it.
“Please allow me.” Rory reached out and removed the cigarette from Yamane’s lips, threw it on the ground, and crushed it under his foot. “Those things will kill you dead.”
“Are you insane?” Yamane seemed shocked. He tried unsuccessfully to retrieve his lighter.
“Now, how can I stand by and watch you kill yourself?” Rory drawled.
“You remind me of a dog I once had as a very small child. I used to twist its ears until it howled in pain, and still it came running whenever I called it.”
Rory frowned. “Well, to my mind, that does nothing to recommend either you or the dog.” He held the lighter out. Yamane took it but merely put it in his pocket with his cigarettes.
“Are you always like this?” Yamane asked. “Like a radio tower, broadcasting everything you think on your face as clearly as if it were written there?”
“Probably.”
“You’re very simple.”
“But enough about me — what do you think of me?” Rory leaned against the wall, enjoying the feel of the sun on his face. He closed his eyes for a minute. When he opened them, Yamane was staring at him with something like…interest.
“Why did you really come here?” Yamane asked. “I want the unvarnished truth.”
“To find someone I thought…” Rory remained silent for a minute. “Someone I thought I loved.”
“Give me your arm, please.” Yamane uncapped his marker.
“Why?” Rory did as he was told.
“Blind faith should be rewarded, and outright stupidity should be eradicated. I haven’t decided which we have here, yet.” He wrote something on the interior of Rory’s forearm.
“What is that?” Rory asked when he saw the numbers on his arm.
“That’s the number of my room at the Hyatt. I’ll be in and out at events all evening and into the early morning. If you wish, you may rest there since you have nowhere to stay. I’ll let the hotel know I have a guest. Ask for a key at the desk.”
“That’s very kind of you, but –”
“Do you have a cell phone?”
“No, sir, I do not.”
“Hm,” murmured Yamane. “I see. Then if you are a complete fool, I’ll probably never see you again.” He knocked on the door of the convention center and the security guard let him in. When Rory made to follow him back inside, the guard closed the door in his face.
“Well, now,” he said aloud, picking up the paper and filter part of the cigarette he’d crushed, watching its loose tobacco blowing lazily around on the ground. “That was unexpected.”

PrinceOfThePlayhousePRINCE OF THE PLAYHOUSE by Tara Lain

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 Driven by his desire to become a successful fashion designer and concerned with hiding his questionable past, Ru Maitland’s obsession with action movie star Gray Anson on the big screen has replaced his social life. Then obsession and reality collide when Ru is asked to design fashion costumes for a special performance of Hamlet at the Playhouse in Laguna starring none other than Gray Anson. Gray turns out to be a compelling mix of shy and brash and, despite a high profile engagement to a female socialite, the signals Gray sends Ru have his libido doing the salsa.

 Gray Anson has everything any person can want – great wealth, huge fame, a job he loves. For that, he’s given up any semblance of privacy and the right to say no to the thousands of people who depend on him and the millions who love him. He sees everything he’s ever wanted just outside the bubble of his life, but how can he make the compromises needed to embrace it? When Ru’s shady past crashes into Gray’s paparazzi-haunted present, both men have to learn that sometimes the only acceptable compromise is the whole truth.

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Ru nodded and words blurted out. “I’d say you just bought and paid for the right to do most anything you want.”

Gray’s forehead creased for an instant, then smoothed again. “Okay, come with me.” Gray led the way through the crowd and stopped beside Chris. “I need to talk with Ru. We’ll be back in a few.”

“Sure thing, boss.” He turned to face the crowd as Gray pulled Ru through the doors that led to what could now officially be called Ru Maitland Designs. People crowded the halls. Gray muttered, “Well, hell.” He nodded and smiled as he kept exploring all the way back to Ru’s office. A couple of cameramen snapped pictures inside.

Ru snorted. “Had I known I was about to be preserved for posterity, I might have been neater.”

The last door led out to the parking lot behind Shazam. Gray glanced back at Ru. “Will an alarm go off if I open it?”

“Nope. It’s our secret exit.”

“Good.” He pushed down on the bar and opened the door, pulled Ru into the parking lot, and closed the doors behind them. He fished in his pocket and pulled out a key ring, then pushed a button. A chirp came from the black limo parked under the trees. He opened the back door, grabbed Ru’s arm, and pulled him inside with him. “Close the door.”

“Gray, I—”

“Close the damned door.”

Well, okay. He slammed the car door, closing them into a secret hiding place, barely illuminated through the heavy tinting on the windows. Ru turned toward Gray, who now full-on frowned. “Open your fly and lie back.”

“What? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m going to give you a blowjob. You said I bought the right to do anything I want, and that’s what I want.”

“Fuuuuuck me.” The words came out on a long, slow breath.

“We can do that too, but we’re a little short on time, so a blowjob is more practical.”

“Are you always practical?”

He gazed directly at Ru. “When you’re a gay man in the biggest, deepest closet in the world, you pretty much have to be. So unzip.”

“Hang on. You can’t just—”

“I can’t? I thought you said I could.”

Ru frowned back at him.

“Oh, you mean we might have something to talk about? Maybe I didn’t just spend a ton of money to buy sex from you? Is there a chance of that?”

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