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

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

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

 

Release Date:
May 8, 2017
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Excerpts

 

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

 

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

 

 

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

 

 

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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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Sinders and Ash
(The Pennymaker Tales Series, #1)
by Tara Lain
 
Blurb: 
Housekeeper Mark Sintorella (Sinders) works diligently at a resort hotel while designing clothes anonymously, hoping to get into fashion school. Then his carefully planned life is upended with the arrival of Ashford Armitage, son of the fifth richest man in America—and the most beautiful guy Mark has ever seen. Ash must find a wife or he’ll lose his grandfather’s inheritance, and he settles on Bitsy Fanderel. But secretly Ash is gay, and the guy who cleans the fireplaces sets his heart ablaze.
 
Further stirring the pot is the little elf of a man, Carstairs Pennymaker, who has Mark wearing his own designs and masquerading as a girl to impress the fashion investors in the hotel. When the clock strikes twelve, two beautiful princesses line up for the wedding—but one isn’t a woman. Will the slipper fit? Only Mr. Pennymaker knows for sure.
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Excerpt 1

 

The soft knock reminded him of a cue in a bad play.
He knew who it was and knew he shouldn’t answer. That insane little man gave
him hope when he knew he had no hope. Only hard work. But dammit, he liked Mr.
Pennymaker.
He huffed, dragged himself off the bed, cleared the
couple of steps to the door, pulled it open, and headed right back to the bed
and curled into a ball.
“Helloooo, my boy. How are you this lovely day?” The
chirpy voice paused, and Mark peeked at him from his armadillo-like position.
Mr. Pennymaker had his hands on his knees and was gazing at Mark. Yes, he was
an elf. “Hmm. I gather we are not tip-top?”
Mark shook his head. “No, sir.”
“What seems to be the problem?”
“Don’t really want to talk about it.”
“Might as well. I want to listen.”
He had a point. Mark needed another angle of vision.
“I did something very bad.”
The dark suit Pennymaker was wearing today would
have been conservative but for the bright pink vest and the gardenia in his
buttonhole. He sat on the rickety chair. “Would you like to tell me about it?”
Mark sat up. Would he? There was something about the
man. Like he was on Mark’s side no matter what. Mark had never had that
feeling… at least not since his mom died. It made no sense. Mr. Pennymaker was
a stranger, but there it was. “Well, you see, Richard the Bastard tried to
force himself on me, and I was so—”
“Hold on! What happened?”
“Oh, the bastard sous chef finally quit perving on
me and decided to do the deed. He didn’t get to hurt me because Armitage—you
know, the rich guy—came to my rescue. And now I know I’m going to get fired any
minute, and I really need this job, and I don’t know what I’ll do if they give
me a bad referral.”
“Now, now, even Herman Marcusi won’t fire a man for
avoiding rape.”
“No, you don’t understand. Because I was really
upset. See, I had this thing happen and I guess I went into flashbacks or
something, but I was pretty messed up, and Armitage tried to help me and, shit,
I kissed him.”
The man grinned. “Kissed him?”
“Yeah.” Mark returned to armadillohood.
Mr. Pennymaker’s voice dripped with amusement. “I’m
sure you were grateful.”

Didn’t he get it? Mark sat up. “No! I kissed him kissed him, like, with tongue
and, you know.”

The grin got bigger. “I’m sure you were very grateful.”
Mark sighed. “Maybe. But I imagine he’s reporting it
to Marcusi right now and I’ll be out on my ass by tomorrow.”
“Maybe he enjoyed it.”

 

Hell, he hadn’t thought of that. The guy had seemed
shocked, but he hadn’t worked very hard to get away. After all, Mark wasn’t
exactly Mighty Joe Young. Still, the look on his face…. “I doubt it. Hell, you
can’t do anything good with Sinders and Ash.”

 

Excerpt 2

 

“No, sir. I have dinner for two. Do you want me to
serve it now?”

“What did you bring?”
“Sole amandine, mashed potatoes, and broccoli, sir.
As you requested.”

“Do you like those foods, Sinders?”
He
looked up, startled, maybe, at hearing his nickname.


“Sorry, I know that’s not your name. What is it?”

“Uh, Mark Sintorella, sir.”
“So do you like sole and mashed potatoes and
broccoli, Mark?”
“Yes, sir. The chef does an excellent job.”
“Good, then you’ll eat it with me.”
Those dark eyes seemed to consume his face. “No,
sir.”

“Yes, and you’ll call me Ash while you’re doing it.”
“Sir.” He looked down and then back up at Ash. “It’s
my job to serve the food, not to eat it.”

“It’s your job to make the guests happy.”
His eyes returned to his shoes. “I can’t imagine why
eating with me would make you happy.”
Ash stood and crossed the room. “Sin—uh, Mark, I
don’t want to play rich guest games with you. If you don’t want to have dinner
with me, you certainly don’t have to.”
“Did Miss Fanderel cancel?” He still hadn’t looked
up.
“No, I ordered this dinner because I wanted to see
you and I wanted to eat it with you.”
That got his attention. His head snapped up and the amber-brown
eyes widened. “Really?”
“Yes. I thought since we have shared a, shall we
say, personal moment, that we might get to know each other.” He pointed to the
table. “Since you’re supposed to be serving my dinner, no one is going to break
in and disturb us. We can relax and talk. That is, if you want to.”
“I shouldn’t.”
“Oh, why?”

 

The kid wiped the top of one shoe against his pant
leg in back. “I might like it.”

 

Excerpt 3

 

“What’s your dream, uh, Mister—”
“Ash.”
“Ash.”
Armitage set his glass down. “I guess I don’t have
one. It’s a problem of being born with a lot of money. It can kill your
motivation.”
“Bull.” Mark gasped and slapped that hand over his
mouth again.
For a second Ash looked shocked. Then he laughed so
hard Mark thought he was going to throw up the food he’d just eaten. “Hell,
kid, just when I think you’re some shrinking violet, I get to see your true
colors. That’s great!”
“I’m sorry.”
He took a breath and looked steadily at Mark. “No,
you’re not. I’ve watched you work your ass off around this place for what I
imagine is little money and less appreciation, and yet you keep going. A
dilettante rich kid like me who has never earned a dime must be beneath your
contempt.”
Mark shook his head, but Ash held up a hand. “The
only thing I’ve seen slow you down is that asshole in the hall. You don’t have
to tell me. I know it was a flashback of some kind. But I would like to know
why you kissed me.”
That was direct. Mark’s heart beat like a hammer.
Half the truth, maybe? “I was grateful… and confused. No one had ever stood up
for me like that.”
“Handshakes are good.”
“Like I said, I was confused.”
“You kissed me. Not ‘thanks a bunch for saving me,’
but a ‘how far down my throat can you get your tongue’ kind of kiss.”

Mark pushed back the chair, jumped up, and stalked
into the living room area. Okay, maybe
more of the truth.
“Look, I said I’m sorry. I’m gay, for Christ’s sake, and
you’re gorgeous. In a situation like that, it’s easy to lose your bearings. You
were holding me, and you smelled good, and I was scared, and adrenaline took
over and—you know the rest.”
Ash looked at him over steepled fingers. “Would you
have kissed me under other circumstances?”
“Like what? Selling kisses for charity?” Jesus, Sintorella, control your sarcasm
before you get fired.
He took a deep breath.
“No, like if we were in a hotel suite having
dinner.”

“Of course not.” He had to get out of here.
“Not even if you thought I wanted you to?”
Mark’s heart stilled. “Why would you want me to?”
Ash got up and walked over to the bar. He splashed a
little more champagne into his glass. He held the bottle out to Mark, who shook
his head.
“Why don’t you ask me again what my dream is?”
Stay very still.
This situation is volatile
.
“I should go.”

“No. We have crème brûlée waiting. Ask me.”
. “What’s your dream?”
“I don’t have one, because I’m too busy pretending
to be someone I’m not to actually have a dream. What I really should have said
to you earlier is that I’m a liar, and the person I lie to most is me. I see
someone like you and it makes me ashamed to be alive.”
Mark couldn’t take his eyes from Ash. Maybe the man
was a flame of truth, or a rattlesnake. Both were mesmerizing. “What do you lie
about?”
“Almost everything. Why don’t you tell me?”
“You’re gay.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Excerpt 4

 

His heart hammered. He cradled Mark’s face, his
fingers overlapping the knit of the cap. Mark’s breath smelled like coconut,
and his lips looked more delicious than the crème brûlée. Okay, be gentle. Don’t scare him. Gently he laid his lips against
Mark’s. One second. Sweet. Two
seconds. Exploration. Three seconds. Hot!
Oh God, heat crept from that soft contact up to Ash’s head and straight down to
his cock. Whoa. Down, boy. He pulled
back. Needed more control.
Before he got an inch away, Mark grabbed his head
and pulled him back until his tongue pressed like a hot intruder into Ash’s
mouth. Oh yeah. Ash slid his hands
down Mark’s round butt and tugged him close. Hmmm. Got a nice moan on that
one
. Mark ate at Ash’s mouth, sucking in his lips. His tongue pressed deep.
Wow. This guy was not kidding. Had
Ash just thought he should go easy?
Mark pulled back a little and sipped at Ash’s lips,
then ran his tongue over the bottom one. First outside and then… oh God, he
slipped his tongue inside Ash’s lip and caressed that soft, sensitive skin.
Sweet Jesus, he couldn’t stand up. Ash leaned back
hard against the counter, but he knew his knees were crumpling. Strong hands
reached around and smoothed over his ass, and then a finger pressed against the
crack of his butt like Mark was tracing the seam of the denim—up and down.
Jesus, Ash’s cock throbbed. Too much blood in there. Too long since that cock
had any exercise. He wanted to rip his pants down and let that finger do its
business where it belonged.
Like Mark had read his mind, one hand moved to the
front and began to unfasten the buttons on Ash’s fly. Shit, he couldn’t help
it. His hips pushed forward, forcing his cock against that hand like a puppy
looking for milk.
Mark murmured, “Yessss.” He undid the last button,
slipped his hand into the top of Ash’s boxer briefs, and found the promised
land. Hand met cock. Why had Ash ever thought this guy was shy and virginal?
Dear God, he was hot!
Mark’s fingers were callused, a little scratchy, but
so nice. The slight abrasion on his sensitive cockhead about sent Ash into the
sink in a good way. “Oh God.”
There was a smile in Mark’s voice. Ash couldn’t
quite open his eyes to see it. “You want more?”
Ash nodded. Nothing happened. “Yes. Yes, I want
more.” That gasping was not cool. He didn’t care. This was too good.
His jeans began to move down his hips, to his
thighs, and then they fell to his knees. The boxers got ripped down after.
“Hmmmm.” The sound came from around his knees.
Shit,
what did that mean? Hmmmm bad or hmmmm good?
“Is it okay to suck without latex? Am I safe?”
Suck. God, he was going to get sucked.
“Oh, uh, yes. I’ve been ridiculously careful. Part of my paranoia, and actually
I haven’t had very many partners.”
“Good.”
Ohhhhh God! No prelim. Just cock into hot
mouth in one delicious, fantastic, mind-bending swallow. Every nerve flashed
hot. He giggled. “I almost came.”

 

Mark
popped the cock from his mouth. “Wanted to be sure you were awake.”

 

 

 






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 23. Her best­selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary 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 soul­mate husband and her soul­mate dog in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town 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
               
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Knight Of Ocean Avenue
By Tara Lain

Blurb: 

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 judgement 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?

 

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Excerpt

 

GAGA’S “EDGE of
Glory” played in his ear. Damn. Quit.
He reached out and pawed at the edge
of the coffee table until he finally felt the phone. His fingers found the mute
button and he clicked it. Peace. He tried to roll over. Heavy.
“Merwaorwr.”
“Mewr.”
Claws dug into his
chest as the weight lifted, then disappeared. “Go back to sleep.” He rolled
over until his face and body were pressed against the back of the couch. Ouch.
His dick hurt. Sleep. Ouch.
Well, damn. Slowly
he rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He glanced to the side.
Clancy and Yerby gazed at him like they could command him with will force alone
to open the tuna. “Hang in there, guys.”
Oh man. Not hung
over. He’d had half a beer. But here he lay fully clothed on his couch, aching
in his bones and feeling like someone had kicked him in the nuts. That would be
him. He’d done it to himself.
He swung his legs
over the side, sat up on the edge of the couch, and dropped his head. Four eyes
stared up at him. “Go open it yourself.”
Three times. He’d
wanked himself into oblivion three times while rewinding that frigging porno.
Was there one line he didn’t engrave in his brain? Every “unh, unh, unh. Fuck
me harder” was emblazoned in his memory. Jesus, Ballew. Yeah, Jesus was the
operative word. But if he was going to hell for jerking off, he’d be taking
every male in the world with him.
Of course, he didn’t
just masturbate; he wanked to gay porn. What the hell is that about? Truth?
He’d been kicked in the teeth so many times by so many women, the idea of
fucking a nice uncomplicated man kind of did it for him. Well, not seriously,
but the theory was attractive. And no, he would not be sharing this revelation
with the guys on the job site.
The bang on his door
about sent him into outer space. Who the hell? Nobody came here. He didn’t
share his address much. No poker with the boys or make-out sessions with the
girls. His place. His. Who was it?
The knocking came
again.
Shit!
He jumped up.
“Yeah?” The cats looked up at his loud voice.
“Billy, it’s Jim.”
The voice came through the door.
Jim. Billy looked
around, grabbed the laptop, closed it tight, and slid it onto the end table.
Lube. Shit. He shoved the open tube into the drawer, then staggered over to the
front door. How much did he smell like sex? Damn, his sweats were halfway to
his knees. He dragged them back up, then opened the door.
“Hi. Sorry,
overslept.” He ran a hand through his hair.
Jim Carney was a
little older than him and a good guy, if a bit of a hound dog. He grinned.
“Sorry. My truck broke down. I was kind of close to here and remembered your
address. Thought I’d see if I could get a ride.”
“Uh, sure.” He
glanced over his shoulder. It felt strange having somebody here. “Come on in. I
need to feed my cats and take a quick shower, if you want to wait.”
“Sure. Too far to
walk and all uphill.” He stepped in. “You have cats?”
Billy looked at Jim.
The guy had a tough face with a broken nose that some women liked. “Yeah, I got
two. You like cats?”
“No. Just think it’s
kind of funny that you do.” He smacked Billy’s shoulder. “You crazy cat lady,
you.”
Well, hell. “Make
yourself at home.” Kind of. He walked into the kitchen, the boys behind him,
and scooped out some cat food into both dishes. “Here ya go, guys.” He raised
his voice. “Don’t let feline haters make you feel bad.”
Jim laughed from the
living room. “This is quite a place you have. Jesus, man, what are you, some
closet decorator?”
Billy frowned and
walked into the living room. “No, I just like having a nice place of my own.”
“But you’re so
damned neat.” He was holding a glass globe Billy had found in a yard sale.
“So?” He took the
globe and put it back on the shelf.
“Nothing. No wonder
women like you so much.”
“I’m taking a quick
shower.” He started for the bedroom, stopped and grabbed the laptop, then went
into his room—small with a big bed.
He glanced at his
watch, still ticking on his wrist. Double shit. If he didn’t hurry, they’d both
be late for work. Saturday shifts were good for making extra cash, but not if
he didn’t get there.
He stepped under the
water. Too cold. Shaved so fast he nicked himself and finally got some clothes
on and hurried back into the living room. Jim sat on the couch holding a book,
the two cats staring at him from across the room. He stared back. Billy laughed.
“Have they got you cornered?”
“Shit, man, those
two are scary. What are they, ninja attack cats?”
Billy sat and pulled
on his work boots. He nodded at the book. “What you got?”
Jim held out the
book. “This is heavy shit, my man.” The copy of Jane Eyre kind of weighed down
his hand.
Billy tried to keep
his brows from scrunching together. “I just like to read. I didn’t get to go to
school too long, so I read, okay?” He didn’t say he read because it was like a
fucking gift to finally be able to do it.
Jim set down the
book and stood up. “You really are different, you know?”
“Thanks a shitload.”
“I don’t mean it
bad. You’re just—not like most of the guys.”

 

Man, was he tired of
hearing that.

 

 

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 23. Her best­selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary 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 soul­mate husband and her soul­mate dog in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town 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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