Cover Reveal! BRUSH WITH CATASTROPHE by Tara Lain #paranormalromance

At night, he paints. In a world where the supernaturals can bring down lightning and manifest wealth, Sammy can paint. What happens when a witch’s “prophetic” paintings always come true and his latest painting is of the human he has a crush on? The answer? Magic!Check out the brand new cover for the 2nd Edition of BRUSH WITH CATASTROPHE!!

Hi and welcome! How do you like the new  cover for my paranormal romance, Brush with Catastrophe? This is the second book of the Aloysius Tales after Spell Cat and features some characters I have never written before –or since. This is quite an epic tale of good versus evil. I hope you’ll enjoy it. : )

Brush With Catastrophe 
(The Aloysius Tales Series, #2) 
By Tara Lain


Blurb:
Sammy Raphael is a crappy witch, and on top of that, he can’t seem to get a boyfriend. Where other supernaturals can bring down lightning and manifest wealth, Sammy can paint. Granted, the “prophetic” paintings he creates at night always come true, but they never predict anything important. Sammy feels like a total loser with a worthless ability.
One night he paints a gorgeous guy who turns out to be his secret crush, the human Ryder, but Ryder’s changed so much he’s almost unrecognizably beautiful. Then Sammy paints an angel who turns out to be a witch. But is that witch also a devil—a devil who can bring down Sammy’s whole community and everyone he loves? And why the hell does Ryder keep changing? Aloysius, the black cat familiar, always backs a winner. So why is he backing Sammy?
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Also available in paperback
Release Date: 
April 14th 2017
Excerpts

 

“Hey, have you seen any new guys
around? Really handsome. Tall with long hair.”
Chen started to laugh. “You have
been out of it, haven’t you?”
Sammy stared at his friend. “What
do you mean?”
“Speak of the devil.” Chen nodded
down the sidewalk.
Sammy turned. Coming toward him,
smiling exactly like the painting, was a guy. Mr. Gorgeous. In the painting
he’d been tall and lean, but in motion his walk was like music in human form.
His baggy jeans tightened over hard thighs as he moved, and they outlined a
package that looked better than a birthday present to Sammy. How-dy.
The guy waved. “Hey, Sam. Hi,
Chen.”
What?
The painting guy got closer, and
the wind caught the nearly shoulder-length hair and tossed it back from his
perfect face. Ears! Pointed ears. Only one guy had ’em. “Alvish?” It couldn’t
be. But those ears didn’t lie.
Alvish, the BFF who only two
months before had been inches shorter than Sammy, now looked down on him by an
inch or more. “Hi, guys. How was summer?”
Sammy knew his mouth was hanging
open. “Summer, hells! What happened to you?”
Alvish shrugged, flexing his
muscular shoulders. “I kind of had a growth spurt.”
That was an understatement. “I
didn’t recognize you. I mean, aren’t you twenty? Who grows that much at twenty?
You only came up to my chin last semester. And”—Sammy waved at the masterpiece
in front of him—“and weren’t your eyes brown?”
Alvish smiled. “I know. Weird,
huh?”
No damned fair. Sammy had fought
his attraction to his friend every day of their acquaintance, but Alvish used
to be a skinny, short guy with big, pointed ears. Hence the nickname. Now Sammy
wanted to start at Alvish’s toes and lick his way to the tops of those ears in
one huge orgy of oral gratification. This new Alvish was so hot Sammy held his
art case in front of his crotch, trying not to spill the beans… or whatever
else was inclined to spill. And this transformation was also damned strange.
Sammy started to walk toward
class again. He needed to get his brush in his hand and forget everything for
an hour. Alvish and Chen fell in beside him. Chen was in his class. The guy
loved to paint, even if his life was planned around numbers. Alvish studied
history and was Dr. Barth’s fair-haired boy. But the history building was on
the way to the art department so he hung with them.
Chen looked past Sammy toward
Alvish. “So, Alvish, what did it feel like growing so fast? Even your hair
grew, man.”
“It was interesting. Hey, could I
ask you guys a favor? I guess I never told you. I don’t much like the name
Alvin. And since I kind of grew into my ears, I thought I might change to my
middle name. Would that be okay?”
Chen shrugged. “Sure. It’ll be
tough to get used to, but I can try. What’s the name?”
“Ryder.”
Sammy stopped. Bloody fucking hells. Pictures of the
new, improved Alvish riding his ass with what was likely his new and improved
cock almost sent Sammy into an orgasm.
Alvish call-me-Ryder looked at
him. “You all right?”
Sammy started to walk again.
“Sure. I thought of something I need to do later.” That would be to get away
from this dream walking, can’t-ever-have-him friend before he blew in his
jeans.

 

 

Ryder
cocked his head. “You’re so talented.”
Gods,
Sammy’s heart had to slow down, or he’d pass out. “Thanks. That means a lot.”
Ryder
looked up with a soft expression. “You mean coming from a dumb historian who
doesn’t know a palette knife from a fork?”
“No,
I mean coming from you. My friend.”
“Don’t
go out with Lucien, Sammy.”
What the fuck? “Why? Come on, Ryder. Sure, I don’t have a
background check on him, but I probably know as much about him as I do you.”
Ryder
looked at his feet. “Point taken.” The green eyes flashed up. “But I think he’s
cheating on you.”
“What?”
Ryder
walked over to the kitchen counter, picked up a glass, filled it from the
faucet, and drank.
Sammy
wanted to beat him over the head. “Come on. Tell me what you mean. Stop stalling.”
“I
can’t prove it, but I’ve talked to a couple of people who seem to have a
relationship with him and seem to think they are somehow special to him.”
Sammy
couldn’t catch his breath. “Well, we’re not exclusive or anything. I don’t have
any claims on him.”
Ryder
scratched Al, who was purring so loudly that Sammy could hear it clearly. “Is
that true? Or has he implied that you’re his boyfriend?”
“Not
exactly.”
“I
think you deserve better, Sams. I think you can do better.”
Well, shit! Sammy threw up his hands. “That’s real easy to say
when you have an unlimited supply of tits to drool over.” Sammy crossed his
arms. Maybe they’d protect his heart. “I haven’t had a real boyfriend in over a
year, and even that one wasn’t serious. I’m lonely, damn it. I want to be with
someone, and Lucien is smart and funny and charming, and he seems to like me a
lot.” He spread his arms wide. “Is that so unbelievable? That a gorgeous guy
like that could actually go for a skinny scarecrow like me?” He could feel his
ears getting hot, and hurt stored over years poured out of him. “Maybe that’s
why you think he’s cheating. You can’t believe he could want me!”
Ryder
stared at him, his eyes shiny. “That’s not true. I’d never feel that way. I
think anyone with a brain would want you.”
“Then
there must be a lot of dumb people!” Sammy’s breath came hard. Shit, he was
attacking his best friend. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I know you don’t think
that.” He ran a hand through his hair. He probably really looked like that
scarecrow now. “Look, he’s going to be here soon. I promise I’ll ask him. I
will. Okay?”
Ryder
frowned. “I’m worried about you.”
“I
know. I don’t understand why, but I know you are. I’ll talk to him.”
“Okay.”
“You
better go unless you want to ask him yourself.”
“No,
I’ll go.” Ryder walked to the door and turned. He extricated Al from his neck
and handed him to Sammy. “I care what happens to you. I care…. I wish…. Hell,
be careful.” He opened the door and walked out, then closed the door behind
him.
Sammy
collapsed onto the couch, still holding Al against his chest, and threw his
head back. “Why the fuck does this have to be so hard? Why can’t I just have a
boyfriend?”
 

 

The Aloysius Tales Series

 

 
Book #1
Spell Cat
Available for purchase at
            

 

Also available in paperback
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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Cover Reveal! COWBOYS DON’T RIDE UNICORNS by Tara Lain #bullriders

Readers have been eagerly waiting to learn more about COWBOYS DON’T RIDE UNICORNS, the second installment in the COWBOYS DON’T Series!! 
 
Cowboys Don’t Ride Unicorns
(Cowboys Don’t Series, #2)
By Tara Lain

Hi! Welcome. What do you think of my beautiful new cover from the amazing Reese Dante? I’ve got to admit, my hero, Danny Boone, does make me drool. This is the second book in my Cowboys Don’t Series, but the book stands alone, so if you love bull riders who fall for very unexpected guys, then grab this book. (I should mention that book 1, Cowboys Don’t Come Out, was runner-up for best cowboy/western book of 2016 in the LRC Awards, so it’s worth a look! Read on and remember, you can pre-order now at Dreamspinner Press. Other pre-orders — coming soon!

 
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.
Release Date: 
March 3/22/2017
Available for pre-order at

 

Also available in paperback
Excerpts

 

The man
walked around to the other side of the car and opened the door. A graceful,
manicured hand emerged, and he took it. Out came a long leg in skin-tight black
pants tucked into knee-high boots. What followed forced Danny’s jaw to drop an
inch. Tall, though shorter than Danny or Rand, and slim as a greyhound, but
there the resemblance to a dog ended. Holy
fucking crap.
The guy—and it was a guy based on the way those pants cupped his
package—wore a scarf around his head, wrapped like Grace Kelly or Audrey
Hepburn in the old movies. He reached up and whipped it off. His
shoulder-length hair beneath shone like—what was that color Apple called its
phones? Rose gold. Almost silver. Almost pink. Huge dark glasses covered his
eyes, but he turned his head and stopped, facing Danny. One rose-gold eyebrow
rose above the upper rim of the glasses.
The other
guy—oh right, he was still there—-turned and saw Danny too. He waved a hand.
“Hi. You look like the right type for this vacation.” He laughed at his own
joke as he walked forward with his hand extended. He grasped Danny’s still
catatonic hand and shook it. “I’m Grove Chilcott. This is my companion, Laurie
Belmont.”
Danny cocked
his head. “Laurie?”
The young man
smiled. “Short for Lawrence. Haven’t you ever read Little Women?”
Danny didn’t
answer. Couldn’t. That voice. Like someone mixed Marilyn Monroe and Scarlett
Johansson with some champagne and stirred. The words slithered down his spine and
attacked his balls like an aphrodisiac. His cock started pressing against his
zipper. Shit, I’m in so much trouble.
He pulled at the brim of his hat. “Sorry, can’t say as I have.”
Chilcott
laughed. “Come on, Laurie, don’t test the cowboy on his literature choices
before you’ve unpacked.”
Danny stuck
the straw back between his lips. “Uh, I’m Danny Boone. Let me show you to your
room. I’ll help with your bags.”
Chilcott
slapped a hand against his own chest. “You’ve gotta be kidding with that name.
Our dude ranch guy is named Daniel Boone?”
“Danny.”
“Still, I
expect the Punk’d cameras to leap out
at me.” He laughed, but at least it was good-natured. Not a total asshole. “And
if you’re talking about carrying Laurie’s bags, you’re gonna need you and an
army.”

 

 

Laurie had
thought they’d get here, he’d hold his breath for eight seconds while Danny
risked his life, and they’d go home. No such luck. The competition included two
rounds. One in the morning and one in the afternoon—the “short go,” Danny told
them. Of course, Danny might not make it that far. Shit, I might not make it either.
The smell of
horses, cows, and sweat filled his head like smoke. He’d imagined all that
testosterone crowded into one place would be an aphrodisiac, but the arena had
an odd feeling. Uncomfortable. Embarrassing to admit, but Laurie’d taken pains
to look butch today—as butch as he could—so as not to make Danny uncomfortable,
but apparently butch Laurie didn’t measure up in this rarified alpha-male
universe. Cowboys walked by and eyed him, some looking shocked and others mean.
Only a few appeared admiring or even neutral. Laurie shivered. Hell, he lived
in San Francisco and decorated people’s houses. His personal style got him
extra points in his world, but not here, baby. Pay attention. That’s how different you and Danny are.
Danny was
saying, “Okay, I’ve got to go back and get ready for my first ride.”
Andy smiled,
awestruck. “Did you already choose your bull?”
“No, I don’t
get to choose. I’m just an also-ran here, so my bulls are picked randomly.”
“Do you know
who you got?” Andy looked worried.
“His name’s
Humdinger. I saw him. I think he lives up to it.”
Another rider
walked by and gave Laurie a surprised look. Better than some. Laurie said, “Hey,
Danny, where’s your helmet? A lot of the riders have them.”
“I don’t use
one. I need my hat for balance.”
Laurie felt
his mouth fall open. “Isn’t that dangerous?”
Danny lowered
his head and gazed at Laurie under the hat brim, which he reached up and
pulled. “Hell, I gotta give that beast a fighting chance.” With a grin, he
sauntered off toward the rider’s entrance to the arena.
Rand snorted,
Aliki clapped, and Laurie just stared, mesmerized by the flexing muscles in that
gold-medal ass.

 

Cowboys Don’t Series
 
Cowboys Don’t Come Out
Bk #1
Available for purchase at
         
About the Author

 

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

 

You can find Tara at Lain
                

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Cover Reveal — SPELL CAT by Tara Lain! YUM!

Spell Cat
by Tara Lain 
Hi and welcome! What do you think of my new cover by the amazing Reese Dante for the upcoming re-release of SPELL CAT? I just love it! You can also pre-order the book at Dreamspinner. If you’ve already read it, it’s not greatly changed, but if you haven’t, you may get a big kick out of this story of a reluctant master witch, his very fabulous familiar, and how finding true love transforms him.
 
Blurb:
When Killian Barth, history professor, meets Blaine Genneau, quantum physicist, they ignite their own big bang. But Killian can’t pursue a physics professor—or a human. As the most powerful male witch in ten generations, Killian must bolster his dying race by reproducing—despite the fact that he’s gay.
Even a fling with Blaine is out of the question, because Killian has been told sex with humans drains his power. But if that’s true, why can young human Jimmy Janx dissolve spoons with the power of his mind? If Killian can sort through the lies he’s been fed, he’ll still face his biggest obstacle — convincing rational scientist Blaine to believe in magic.
With his ancient and powerful cat familiar, Aloysius, on his shoulder, Killian brings the lightning against deceit and greed to save Blaine from danger and prove love is the greatest power of them all.
Release Date:
Oct. 31, 2016
Pre-Order at 

 

Also available in paperback
Excerpt

 

The
man’s shaggy head cocked. “Sorry to bother you, but I’m new here. Can you tell
me how to get to the physics building?”
Physics. Not my best subject. But right now he needed mechanics to keep his
cock from rising. This man seemed to radiate heat even from several feet away,
and it lit a fire in places Killian hardly recognized. Standing there with a
rapidly rising hard-on came nowhere near cool. “Uh, I, uh, believe it’s
directly across the street from here.”
The
guy flashed dimples at Killian. “Damn. You’re not the first to say that. I’m
not usually so bad at directions. Can you tell me which street? I’ve already been across a couple of streets.”
“The
side street, Templeton.”
“Oh.”
The stranger produced a wide smile. “Wouldn’t you know I’d choose every street
but that one?” He paused as if he was searching for a new topic. “Quite a group
I saw leaving here. What’s your subject?”
“Witchcraft.”
The
laugh burst out explosively. “You’re joking?”
Gorgeous, but rude. “Not even slightly. I teach the
history of witchcraft, among other things.”
“Sorry.
Guess that was impolite.”
“Yes,
I guess it was.”
The
guy cocked his head and peered at Killian over the tops of the black rims.
There was a lot of mischief in that handsome face. “Since I’m on a roll with
being insulting, I think I’ll go all the way. I hope you won’t think I’m a
stalker, but I stood here and watched while your class filed out. You’re about
the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. Is there the slightest chance you’re
single—and gay?” He ducked and held up his hands as if to deflect a blow, but
he never stopped smiling.
Killian
arched an eyebrow. A lot of people assumed he was gay because of his long hair
and pretty face, but he never confirmed or denied. “Who wants to know?”
The
paragon thrust out a slim hand. “Blaine Genneau. New professor of quantum
physics.” He grinned wickedly. “Gay
professor of quantum physics.”
Killian
took that hand and got a flash of heat straight to his balls. Like lightning
streaked through the window into his jeans. Extraordinary.
He pulled his hand back. Maybe the lightning loosened his tongue. “Killian
Barth, professor of history. Gay professor of history.”
He
gazed into those eyes. Deep green like
ancient Chinese jade
. A carved mouth. Just the type he imagined wrapped
around his cock in his daydreams. But with one big difference. Killian sighed
so deeply, it felt like his heart cracked. Yes, this man was gorgeous. Yes,
Killian was gay. In truth, he was dying for a real relationship with a partner
who both attracted him and fulfilled him, and if he’d ever been allowed to
discover the type of partner he wanted, he knew Blaine Genneau would have fit
every parameter—every parameter but one.

 

He
tucked the helmet under his arm. “Good to meet you, Blaine.” He walked past the
man and out into the sunshine toward his motorcycle. He couldn’t stay. He
couldn’t find out what he’d been missing. Because no matter how perfect this
man might be, Killian Barth didn’t do physics professors. In fact, he didn’t do
humans. Sex with humans stole his energy and depleted his community, and that
wasn’t allowed, because he was the most powerful male witch in ten generations,
and he was expected to reproduce.

 

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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Lex Valentine’s Cover Reveal– “Flying in the Face of Convention” with Prizes for You!

FlyingintheFaceofConvention_200Hi and welcome! It’s my treat today to get to unveil the new cover for my friend Lex Valentine’s book, Flying in the Face of Convention. Isn’t it great? Lex Valentine’s Cover Reveal.

Plus, she’s got goodies for YOU! Leave a comment below and Lex will choose one person to receive a free ecopy of Flying in the Face of Convention. AND, if you go to Lex’s website http://www.lexvalentine.com and sign up for Lex’s newsletter, she’ll enter you in a drawing for an audiobook from her backlist!! The drawing is on September 7th — release day for this book.  

Pre-order link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01KRYVJ12

 Blurb:

 Trey Beaumont is cautious, conservative and conventional. As a gay FBI agent, he can’t afford to be anything else. That is, until the day the mailman puts a wedding invitation into the wrong mailbox. When Trey finds two wedding invitations in his mail, one addressed to him and the other to his new neighbor, his cautious demeanor is tested. The new neighbor is none other than the man Trey crushed on in college.

 Taking the invitation over to Jordan Smithson’s condo leads to dinner and the discovery that he and Jordan share a lot more than he ever imagined. Not only is Jordan in law enforcement too as an officer with the Seattle SWAT team, he’s also gay. The final shocking discovery is that Jordan had a crush on Trey in college. With their attraction to each other out in the open and sizzling hot even after six years, Jordan asks Trey to step out from behind the conservative front he shows the world and take a chance on them. It’s up to Trey to make a leap of faith, accept his attraction to a man he hasn’t seen in six years, and fly in the face of convention. If he can, all his dreams could come true.

 This is a short story of 7,000 words, written for the RWA anthology Premier, with the theme of a wrong number. It contains a HEA with no cliff hangers.

 Excerpt:

 Why the fuck had the mailman put Jordan’s mail in the wrong box? Sure, he’d have run into Jordan sooner or later since they now lived in the same building on the same floor and would be going to the same wedding. But either of those situations would have been in public, around other people, most likely. This reunion, if you could call it that, had become something more than bumping into an old teammate on the street. And that scared the crap out of Trey.

Jordan returned wearing jeans that fit like a second skin and a threadbare University of Washington T-shirt. Trey’s mouth went drier than it had when Jordan appeared in the towel. Now, the older man looked almost exactly like he had when they were in college, when Trey’s crush on him had been at its height. Jordan plopped down next to Trey on the couch, a slight frown marring his handsome face.

“Were you not at the big dorm party my senior year? The one at the end of the year?” he asked, his voice rough and almost demanding.

Trey tried to remember if he had been. All he really remembered about the end of Jordan’s senior year was the depression that enveloped him at the thought of not seeing him anymore. “Maybe. I’m not sure,” he replied honestly.

A huge sigh escaped Jordan. “So you never heard me tell everyone I’d been accepted to the Police Academy in San Francisco?”

Blinking in utter confusion, Trey mumbled, “Police Academy? San Francisco?”

Jordan turned bright green eyes on him. “My whole life, I dreamed of being a cop. I went to college and played football because my parents asked me to. They told me to take the football scholarship and get an education. Afterward, if I wanted to be a cop, then I could go to the Academy with their blessing. So that’s what I did. I turned down the recruiters who were interested in drafting me and applied to SFPD.”

The fact that Jordan had ended up in law enforcement just as he had didn’t shock Trey nearly as much as where Jordan had been living for the past few years.

“Why San Francisco? Your parents don’t live there, do they?”

Jordan shook his head, a lock of damp chocolate-colored hair falling onto his forehead. “No. They live in Sacramento.” He paused, took a deep breath that expanded his chest, and caught Trey’s gaze, holding it intently. “Trey, I’m gay.”

 * * *

Don’t forget! Leave a comment and you may win an ecopy of Flying in the Face of Convention. Go to Lex’s website and sign up for her newsletter and you can win an audiobook from her backlist.

Thanks so much for coming by.

Coming in One Week! Tara Lain’s New Love in Laguna Novel

#1 - Teaser Graphics - Lord of a Thousand StepsHi and welcome —

I just want to let you know that the cover of my new novel, Lord of a Thousand Steps, will be here August 1st! On that day, you’ll be able to pre-order the book. If you’re a fan of the Love in Laguna Series, i think (hope) you’ll enjoy this one. It’s a favorite of mine. Here’s the blurb for Tara Lain’s New 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.

Remember — Cover Reveal on August 1st and pre-order at that time! Lord of a Thousand Steps.

Cover Reveal! BEAUTY, INC. by Tara Lain

Hi everyone! Welcome to the Cover Reveal! BEAUTY, INC. This book was so much fun to write since it continues my series turning fairy tale tropes into contemporary gay romances. I don’t think you have to guess hard to figure out which fairy tale romance this book is based on. As with the other books, Beauty, Inc. says this kind of love is possible. I hope you enjoy it!
Beauty, Inc.
(The Pennymaker Tales #3) 
by Tara Lain
 
Blurb:
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.
Available for pre-order at
Release Date:
June 8, 2016
 
 
Excerpts

 

He pushed into the marble and glass room just as
Belleterre came out of a stall. He seemed to be taking deep breaths, and his
high cheekbones were flushed pink. He saw Magnus and the blush darkened, which
was more than any gay man could stand.
Try to look natural.
Magnus stepped up to the urinal and hauled it out—clearly a losing proposition,
since the mere sight of the guy prompted a half-mast condition. Breathe. You’ve gotta pee or he’ll think
you’ve lost it. In through the nose.
Belleterre walked to the sink, pulled some paper towels
from the dispenser, wet them under the water, and applied the compress to his
cheeks.
Magnus managed a thin stream, shook, and zipped. He
walked to the sink beside the beauty called Belle. He contained his smile since
he knew it was scary. “You’d think with their prices, they could afford better
air conditioning.”
The guy startled, looked at Magnus with wide eyes, then
burst out laughing. Clearly symphonies had less melody. “You certainly would.
In fact, there’s a lot about this place that could use some investment, I’d
say.”
“A man after my own heart.” He extended his now clean
hand. “I’m Magnus Strong.”
The guy nodded. “Of course. I’m Robert Belleterre. I
expect you know my father.”
“Yes, I do. So you’re Belle?”
“That’s what they call me.”
“A chemist.”
Belle nodded.
“Honored.”
“I believe you’re also a chemist.”
Magnus nodded. “A long time ago.”
Belle’s lips curved just enough to cause cardiac arrest.
“Honored.” He walked out the bathroom door.
Magnus leaned against the sink and took deep inhalations,
then managed to get it together enough to return to his table.
Elliott stared at him anxiously. “So? Did you meet the
mystery man?”
“Yes. It’s Belle Belleterre, all right.”
“Wow. How have they kept that under wraps all these
years? Seriously, once that kid’s puss hits the social sites, forget
anonymity.”
Magnus pushed his plate aside and leaned in. “I want
every detail on their new product. I don’t care who or how much you have to
bribe. Just do it. Likewise on Belle Belleterre. What does he like? Hate? What
drives him? Get it all for me.”
Elliott nodded. “I’m on it.”
Magnus stared across the restaurant, where Kleinschmidt’s
hand rested on the back of Belle’s chair. Magnus felt his hands clench. “And I
want to know what the hell he’s doing with Eric.” He could still feel the
tingling in his hand where they’d touched, and the tingling in his cock. He
sucked a breath. This is no time for
stupid, hopeless infatuations.
“Just find out as much as you can as soon as
you can.”
“Will do.”
“And the game you arranged for me tomorrow night?”
“Yes. All the confirmations are in. It should be great
poker and hopefully some great information as well.”
“You know how I said I didn’t want to include Ron
Belleterre?”
“Yeah, because he drinks too much.”
“I changed my mind.”
Elliott smiled. “May I ask why?”
Magnus grinned back. “Because he drinks too much.”
They both laughed.

 

 

 

 

A tap on his doorframe made him look up. Oh. Everything in him turned to ice—and
then it quietly melted. Magnus Strong occupied his door—and dominated the room.
Power. Force. And a sexual magnetism that defied his ugly face.
Magnus smiled, which exaggerated his disfigured nose, his
scarred lips and cheek. He stuck out a hand and crossed the room vigorously.
“Dr. Belleterre, welcome. I wanted to come and personally express our
admiration for your talent. We’re delighted to have you at Beauty, Inc.”
Warring emotions flashed through Belle’s chest—the
lingering amazement from his father’s praise, admiration for Strong, guilt over
that admiration, and embarrassment that his cock stood at half-mast just from
the impact of Strong’s presence. He wanted to smile and hated that he wanted
to. If he stood up, would his erection show?
Strong’s smile slipped just a little. Belle panicked. Don’t be an ass. He half rose. “Thank
you. And thank you for the apartment and the driver. I appreciate both very
much.”
Strong had started to pull his hand back, but now he
stuck it forward again. Belle had to shake it. His hand was swallowed by
Strong’s big paw—interestingly rough and disturbingly hot. Sweet Jesus, why does he turn me on? He looked everywhere except at
the man who so confused him.
Strong said, “Well, I just wanted to say welcome. Let me
know if there’s anything you need.”
Belle nodded, dragging his eyes up from the desk. “Thank
you. I will.”
Just that fast, Strong was gone.
Belle collapsed in the desk chair. Why didn’t I ask him who picked the apartment?

 

Because you’re
afraid to know the answer.

 

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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 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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Prince of the Playhouse 
(Love in Laguna #3)
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Driven by his desire to become a successful fashion designer and concerned with hiding his questionable past, Ru Maitland lets his obsession with action movie star Gray Anson on the big screen replace 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 what most people only dream of—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 truth.
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Excerpts

 

 

Ru cleared his throat. “Just stand relaxed.” Take
that advice yourself. He stepped behind him. Gray towered over Ru’s five
eleven. The man must be a full six three or four as reported. Stretching his
tape, Ru measured the width of those shoulders. Have to do it. He rested a hand
against Gray’s arm and let the warmth seep into his bones—and his boner. “Do
you usually wear a forty-four long?”
 
“Uh, yes, I think so. They tailor it for my, uh,
waist.”
 
“Um-hm.” Ru wrapped the tape around Anson’s
waist, trying not to pass out. “Thirty-three.”
 
“Yeah.”
 
Though he didn’t really have to, he measured
Gray’s chest and hips. “How do you see Hamlet?”
 
“Sorry? What do you mean?”
 
“What’s your understanding of the character?”
 
“Oh.” He shrugged. “I guess he’s confused. Pissed
that everybody including ghosts wants something from him.” Whoa. That last
boiled with heat. “Sorry.”
 
“No, I like your take on him.”
 
The edges of his lips turned up. “You do?”
 
“Yeah.” Ru knelt to measure the inseam. “Just
hold still for a second.” He swallowed hard and snuggled one hand in the
general vicinity of Gray’s balls. Some balls they were too, nicely framed by
the crotch of a pair of old, worn jeans. Movies often unveiled Gray’s awesome
ass, but the balls Ru had never seen. He pulled the tape to the floor.
“Thirty-six sound right?”
 
“Yes. I guess.”
 
If he burrowed his nose in Gray’s crotch and
sniffed, could he blame it on the need to gather impressions for his design?
His giggle tried to escape again. He stood before he went through with it. “Let
me show you what I’m thinking.”
 
He didn’t usually share his designs until they
were further along, but man, he didn’t want Gray to leave. He leaned over the
table he’d been sketching at. Gray rested his perfect forearm on the table and
looked over Ru’s shoulder. Warmth from his body slammed into Ru like a day in
Jamaica, and Mr. Downtown turned into a heat-seeking missile.
 
Ru sucked in a breath. “Uh, what if we dress
Hamlet like a sort of ultrafashionable gangbanger? Baggy pants and a
combination of wifebeaters and baggy T-shirts. But we’ll do them in fantasy
colors and cover your arms and chest in tattoos.” Ru’s fingers flew across the
pages as the ideas took shape, bold lines slashing the white paper. “We’ll even
tie your head in a bandana.” He looked up and almost choked. Gray’s face was
poised only inches from his, and he was smiling, the huge, flashing-teeth,
dimples-as-deep-as-craters smile that had made this man a billionaire. All I’d
have to do is stand on tiptoe and I could kiss him. Of course, I wouldn’t get
to do costumes for Hamlet anymore, but it might be worth it. He smiled slowly
at the incongruity of the perfect face surrounded by the ratty gray wig.
 
Gray spoke softly. “You really get into this,
don’t you?”
 
Ru swallowed. “Uh, yes, sorry.”
 
“No need to be sorry. I love the idea, and I love
your passion.”
 
“You—you do?”
 
“Yes.” He just kept staring at Ru. “Do you know
your eyes are almost the color of a cat’s?”
 
“And yours are like the sky before a storm.”

 

 

 

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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 Book Name: A Bear Walks Into A Bar

 Release Date: January 16, 2016

Blurb:

It takes one strong alpha with a tight grip to keep a mountain full of shifters under control. Sawyer Ballantine’s contending with an uppity wolf leader and a herd of shifter elk bound and determined to take over. He might be the lone bear on the mountain, but he’s not going to allow another four shifters to just move in, especially not when they whiff of power. They’ll either be his in all ways, or they’ll be gone.

Dillon, Jerry, Kevin, and Brad have no one but each other since their shifter groups kicked them out. The young bear, wolves, and fox make a merry ménage, pooling their meager shifter skills and serving beer. They’ve stumbled into more than they understand, caught in the dispute between the Urso of Ballantine Mountain and the elk. But winter’s setting in, and they don’t know how to keep Dillon safe for hibernation.

And then a bear walks into their bar.

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Excerpt:

“Where exactly are you going? Would you at least tell me that?”

“A town nobody’s heard of about thirty-five miles from home.” If Sawyer needed to hide, he’d find a similar out of the way spot. Too bad this particular spot sat on the border between elk and predator. Just because they lived off vegetation didn’t mean his rivals weren’t a threat—an expert marksman had joined the herd a few years ago. He’d been tough and stringy, but ceased being a problem.

Conversation grew impossible when Sawyer fired up his bike. Mother Moon, but he loved the rumble of the big Harley between his thighs, the wind on his face, tempting his sensitive nose with a million different scents: moss, pines, rabbit, clover, chicken barbequing on a grill at a campsite downhill, all awaiting him once he reached his mountain.

Fluffy clouds overhead cast shadows over the scenery, and the crisp scent of snow drifted over the highest mountaintops. Colorado. No greater place existed on earth.

Occasionally he caught a whiff of human emotions: anger, fear, sorrow, lust. Especially lust.

Damn, he needed to get laid.

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You will know Eden Winters by her distinctive white plumage and exuberant cry of “Hey, y’all!” in a Southern US drawl so thick it renders even the simplest of words unrecognizable. Watch out, she hugs!

Driven by insatiable curiosity, she possibly holds the world’s record for curriculum changes to the point that she’s never quite earned a degree but is a force to be reckoned with at Trivial Pursuit.

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Cover Reveal! DRIVEN SNOW by Tara Lain

Driven Snow
(The Pennymaker Tales, #2)
by Tara Lain
 
Blurb: 
Young Snowden “Snow” Reynaldi is brilliant, beautiful, and alone. Though he’s shy, weird, and tolerated by the NorCal University students because he’s a renowned whiz at chess and helps put the school on the map, that doesn’t keep him from dreaming of the object of his desires, Riley Prince, championship quarterback.
 When Riley needs a physics’ tutor, Snow jumps at the chance, and their relationship heats up—but Riley has to come out of the jock closet to get anywhere. Meanwhile, Snow’s one true friend and mentor, Professor Kingsley, marries a woman who secretly wants the chess tournament glory and money for herself. Soon after, the professor collapses and Snow finds himself underwater—literally. In a car!
Seven frat brothers from Grimm College rescue Snow just in time for his life to get even worse, and Snow discovers the one relationship he always wanted slipping away. With evil looming at every turn, Snow must survive if only to prove he’s the fairest of them all and regain the trust of his handsome prince.
Release Date: 
November 25, 2015
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Excerpt

 

Snow nodded. “Now, this is
pretty basic, but we can get a lot more sophisticated.” He scratched out a
slightly more complex set of calculations, and Riley seemed absorbed.
“Man, this is so dope.”
“Glad you like it.”
“Wish Jenkins could make
physics so interesting.”
“You have to create the
excitement for yourself. See the potential.”
Riley looked up. “You make it
exciting.” He smiled slowly. “You make everything exciting.”
“M-me?” Snow’s brain froze.
“Yeah. Why do you think I
come see you play all the time? It’s like plugging into the solar system and
catching the stars in my hand.”
“S-stars are gas.”
“The planets, then. I’ve
wanted to tell you this for a while. I think you’re—”
The sound of a key in the
lock brought both their heads up.
Nooooooo.
Like some cosmic joke, the
apartment door opened and beautiful, perky, perfect Courtney Taylor walked in.
“Oh, hi. Are you two still studying? Oh my gosh, Snow, you must be magic or
something. No one could ever get him to study physics before. I told him, ‘You
have to do it, baby. The team can’t do without you. Find a way to learn this
shit.’ And what do you know? He found you. Amazing.” She walked over, pushed
Riley’s head back, kissed him on the lips, and plopped down in his lap. “Did
you learn a lot, baby?”
Her knee bumped Snow’s thigh,
and he leaped up like he’d been shot. “Oh gosh, look at the time. Better get
back to work myself. Have to study for the tournament and all.” Sweet God, he
had to get out of there.
Riley stood Courtney on her
feet and stepped over beside Snow. “When can you help me again? I’ve only got
two weeks. I made so much progress today. I know you’re busy, and I hate to
ask, but could you please—”
“Yes, of course. Just text
me, okay?” He ripped out the pages they’d been working on, shoved the notebooks
into his backpack, and headed for the door. He seemed to be running from
everyone these days. “Bye. Bye, uh, Courtney.”
Outside the door, he
clambered down the steep staircase and stopped at the bottom just to breathe.
What were you thinking, you idiot? That somehow his
girlfriend had magically transformed into a teapot?
He started to tell me something. He said he’s wanted
to tell me for a long time.
What are you dreaming? That he suddenly quit being
straight and is attracted to a wimpy little queen like you? Spare me.
Okay. Okay.
The door to Eudora’s
apartment flew open, and a hand emerged, holding a glass. “Hey, cutie. Have
some water.”
Like it was
perfectly normal to accept water while standing in hallways, he grasped the
glass and drank the liquid down. Amazing how much better he felt.
She took the empty
glass. “Lessons for the day. Don’t sell yourself short. And don’t believe
everything you see. Got it?”
“I… I guess so.”
“Good.” She patted
his cheek, and then the door closed behind her. If a caterpillar suddenly
appeared saying “Who are you?”, he wouldn’t be even slightly surprised.

 

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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Tempeste O’Riley Does MM! WHISKERS OF A CHANCE. Gorgeous Cover!

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Who knew a welcome to the neighborhood gift could give Keith and Jason their chance at love?

Whiskers of a Chance

by Tempeste O’Riley

M/M Contemporary Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Catt Ford

Release Date: September 30th, 2015 (ebook/print)

Length: Novel

Jason Grant runs his own IT business from home, owns his own home, and has the best friend he could imagine. What he doesn’t have, or believe he will ever have, is love. When Jason catches a glimpse of his new neighbor on moving day, his libido ignites and his fascination in piqued. He even manages to concoct an excuse to go over and meet the man who makes him hope and want for more than he has in years.

Keith Skyler is a shifter in a world where his kind is known to only a few, but they don’t often mix and they never mate. Keith has been hoping for a mate since before he can remember, but gay lynx don’t have true mates. As far as he knows, they don’t have mates at all. However, while moving his little family across Seattle—and away from their tribe—his reality tips and spins more than he thought possible.

When these two men meet over a dish of five-cheese broccoli-noodle casserole, sparks fly. Who knew a welcome to the neighborhood gift could give both of them their chance at love?

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Excerpt:

“Jason?” Keith asked after a few minutes of lying there quietly, holding Jason around his waist.

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry,” Keith mumbled into his shoulder.

Sorry? “What for?”

“I’ve never lost control like that. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he continued. “Be still and I’ll clean you up.”

Jason lay there, trying to figure out what Keith was referring to, but his mind drew a blank. All he could think about was how wonderful and perfect being with Keith felt. When Keith returned with a warm cloth and a towel, he wiped the spend and lube off Jason from his navel to the top of his butt. He then produced another cloth and dabbed carefully along Jason’s hip.

“Ow!” Jason snapped and pulled away. Confused, he looked down and noted not only the marks he knew would be finger-shaped bruises shortly but also four puncture marks just above his hipbone. “What the hell?”

“I, um…. Be still and close your eyes for a moment,” Keith murmured, not meeting his gaze. “Please.”

Even with the evidence that Keith could, and had, hurt him, Jason still felt safe with Keith. He nodded and closed his eyes, unsure why he did so. He gasped a moment later when Keith’s tongue ran up his hip, slowly tracing the small cuts. Every time Keith licked him, he moaned as a flash of heat ran up and down his spine in a way he’d never felt before. The logical part of his brain wanted to push Keith away, knowing that human mouths and wounds didn’t mix; the rest of him told that part to shut the hell up and enjoy the moment.

“All better.” Keith’s voice was soft and tentative, which it hadn’t been since they’d met.

Jason opened his eyes and met Keith’s, again falling into the depths of the oceans within. “What?”

“I’ve waited for you, waited for so long to find someone like you, and when I do, I go off and hurt you the first time we’re together.” Keith whispered as if he were talking to himself, not Jason, which confused him even more.

“I don’t understand, Keith.”

“I know, just please believe me when I say it wasn’t intentional.”

Jason thought about it before he nodded. “It’s just a scratch, Keith. I’m the one who pushed you to be rougher. Now,” he added, looking around the room, “you think we could find a more comfortable place to cuddle than the floor?”

He didn’t want to move, but the cold tile wasn’t doing anything good for him. Keith helped Jason pull off the stubborn pants still clinging to one ankle. Jason then let out a yelp when Keith fluidly stood and proceeded to scoop him off the floor and carry him to the couch. Keith sat and pulled Jason between his thighs so Jason’s back rested against his chest and loosely wrapped his arms around Jason’s waist.

“Um, you have no drapes and we’re both still naked.”

“The only window with a view to where we’re sitting now is yours, so unless you have someone at home,” Keith rumbled, his tone turning possessive, “I don’t see the problem.”

Knowing Keith couldn’t see him, Jason smiled, pleased at the words and tone. “No, no one lives there but me. Not even a pet, unless you count my laptops,” he mumbled, post-sex lethargy claiming him quickly.

“Good—now rest, Jay. We can talk later.”

The last thing Jason felt and heard before sleep claimed him was Keith’s warmth and what he could have sworn was a cat purring.

Other Books By Tempeste:

 

Designs of Desire Bound by Desire Desires’ Guardian Temptations of Desire Truth in Lace

Grand Adventures Hope & Love Caged Sanctuary

About the Author

Tempeste O’Riley is an out and proud pansexual genderfluid whose best friend growing up had the courage to do what they couldn’t—defy the hate and come out. He has been their hero ever since.

Tempe is a hopeless romantic who loves strong relationships and happily-ever-afters. Though new to writing M/M, they has done many things in their life, yet writing has always drawn them back—no matter what else life has thrown their way. They counts her friends, family, and Muse as their greatest blessings in life. They lives in Wisconsin with their children, reading, writing, and enjoying life.

Tempe is also a proud PAN member of Romance Writers of America, WisRWA, and Rainbow Romance Writers. Tempe’s preferred pronouns are they/them/their/theirs/themselves.

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