Released! FOOL OF MAIN BEACH by Tara Lain. Enter to WIN! #sweetlove

Hi! Happy Eclipse!  LOL. I’m thrilled to welcome you to the blog tour for the release of Fool of Main Beach. This book turned out to be one of my favorites and i hope you love it too. Be sure to enter on the Rafflecopter and, if you have time, stop by the different sites on the blog tour and say hi!

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Making it Happen

The unlikeliest of lovers. The sweetest of loves. 

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

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Excerpts

 

Tom sat on the side of the double bed that
Merle kept for company. “This is nice.”
“I’ll have a better place when my house is
done. The bathroom is across the hall. The towels are clean. I’ll see if I have
an extra toothbrush.”
Tom looked up with those big eyes. “Thank you
for saving me.”
“I’m just glad you called.”
“I didn’t know who else to call. I was
thinking maybe Billy if I couldn’t get you.” He looked at his hands folded in
his lap. “I figured you’d be with Renee.”
“No. We left right after you did, and I came
here.”
Tom glanced up quickly and then back down.
Merle swallowed a little too loudly. “I might
have some pajama bottoms that will fit you, but they’ll be way too short.”
“That’s okay. I’ll wear my undies.”
“So, uh, sleep well.” He turned and
practically raced to his own room before his nobility faded.
Tom stared at his hands some more. Merle sure did want to go back to sleep. I
must have bothered him.
But I’m still
happy he came to get me. I didn’t want to fuck Aaron or even suck his cock like
he said.
Tom stood and walked to the bathroom across
the hall. He glanced toward the other door just a little way away. That’s where Merle is. Light still
showed under the door. Not asleep yet.
No toothbrush. Merle forgot. But Tom found some toothpaste in a drawer and put
some on his finger and slid it around. After rinsing, he peed, washed his hands
and face, and went back into the bedroom, stripped to his boxer briefs, and
hung his jeans and shirt and jacket on hangers in the closet.
He pulled back the covers and found nice
white sheets, then crawled in and flipped off the light beside the bed. Wonder if Merle’s asleep? I hope the boys
are okay and don’t miss me too much.
He almost never left them overnight.
Mrs. A. wouldn’t like it if he did it very much. The boys wouldn’t like it
either.
He sighed and stretched his hands behind his
head. I shouldn’t have said I’d go
dancing with Aaron. Why did I do that?
He followed the patterns of headlights
streaking across the wall through a gap in the curtains. I like to dance. His lips compressed in a line. I wanted to dance, but not with Aaron. I
wanted to dance with Merle.
He smiled. I
got to and it was rad. Merle’s the best dancer ever.
Oh
boy
. He shook his head. I really like Merle. I never
should’ve said I’d go with Aaron when I wanted to go with Merle. That was dumb.
And not very nice.
He blew out his breath in a long stream and felt it
tickle his chest. But Merle didn’t ask
me.
Flipping to his side, he stroked the soft
sheets. But maybe Merle wants me to ask
him.
When I called him, he came right
away like—like nobody ever has. What would he do if I just told him?

 

Tom tiptoed up the stairs carrying the two big boxes. He’d
knocked, but no answer. Mist met him at the top step, giving him a little hop.
He nodded at her, patted her with one hand, then carried the pizza quietly to
the kitchen. Merle was sound asleep. Boy, he must be tired. Maybe I should put the pizza in plastic bags
and carry Merle to bed?
“Don’t even think about eating all that pizza by yourself.” Merle
laughed behind him, and it made his whole body feel warm to hear it.
He turned. “I think me and Mist can do it. She gets one and I get
the other.”
Merle stood, and he looked yummier than the pizza. “Can dogs eat
pizza?”
“Nope. It’s bad for them. But they do it anyway sometimes.”
Merle nodded. “I guess we’re all like that, aren’t we?”
“Eat pizza?”
He shook his head. “No. We like to do stuff that’s bad for us.”
Merle wiped a hand over his face.
The words made his ears feel tingly like they wouldn’t stop
repeating. Tom swallowed. Yeah, Merle
thinks I’m bad for him. People would make fun of him for having me around
. I bother him for sex when he should be
making friends with people like Renee. Important people.
He turned so Merle
couldn’t see his face.
I
forgot how much this hurts.
Tom grabbed the plates and set them in front of two stools by the
island. “This is a good place to eat, and it’s easy to clean up.”
Merle touched his back. It made him jump. “I really love the way
you worked out the feeding station for Mist. How did you ever think of it?”
He tried to smile. “That’s what I’d do if I lived here. I thought
Mist would like it.” He looked up. “I just made it for her. The boys ate on the
floor. They didn’t mind.”
“Where are the boys?” Merle opened the refrigerator. “Oh good. You
want beer?”
“Yes. In the sewing room.”
“What?” Merle looked up really fast.
“The boys are in the sewing room at Mrs. A.’s and yes, please, I’d
like a beer.”
Merle opened the bottles and put one in front of each place; then
he dished salad onto the plates. “How come you left the boys there? Will Lily
watch them for you?”
Tom got the forks. “No, I’ll take them out when I go home.”
“Oh.” Merle looked really surprised. “I thought you were staying
here.”
His heart leaped so high it tickled his throat. “Oh, I—”
Merle frowned. “Sorry. I don’t mean to take advantage of you. I’m
sure you want to be in your own place.”
Tom stared at the pizza. It didn’t look quite so good as it did
before. “I don’t have a place, Merle.”
“What do you mean? Aren’t you staying with Mrs. Allison anymore?”
“Lily lives in my room now. I just stay in the sewing room with
the boys.” He didn’t want to feel bad about that. He liked having Lily stay,
but he didn’t have anything that was his.
“You can stay here.”
He nodded and pushed the slice of pizza on his plate. “Yes. Thank
you. I’ll bring the boys back Monday night and look after Mist and watch the
place.”
“Oh.” Merle looked unhappy. He took a bite of his pizza and chewed
slowly. “I was thinking you might want to stay tonight.” He looked up. “You
know, go get the boys first.”
Something strange happened in Tom’s chest. Like growing and
shrinking at the same time. It hurt, almost. Words came out before he could
stop them. “That’s okay, Merle. Thank you. But you need to have fun in your
house. I better go be with Lily since I haven’t been with her too much and she
probably gets lonely too.” He stood before he could even stop himself. “If you
don’t mind, I’ll take some of this great pizza to Lily because she really loves
it. You know that.” He rushed over to the drawer where he’d put the plastic
bags, got one, and stuffed it full of pizza slices. Merle stared at him really
funny. “You have a good sleep, and I’ll come back Monday and stay for as long
as you need me to, okay? I’m really glad you like your house. That makes me
happier than anything.” He waved and hurried toward the steps. “Bye, Merle.”
Just like that, he was down the steps and out the door and into
his truck with the warm pizza kind of squished in his hand. The front door of
the house opened, so he backed out really fast and gunned it up the street
before he could see Merle and change his mind.
He made it all the way to the Pacific Coast Highway before the
first sob made him bite his lip. Why did
I do that? Why? I wanted to stay with Merle so bad.
He drove straight down the highway in the right lane so he didn’t
have to pass or go too fast ’cause he couldn’t see so good. He hooked his
shoulder to wipe the wet from his jaw where it was about to drip.
Why?

 

Because
it hurts so much worse when it’s over.

 

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About the Author

 

Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in gay romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 40. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, Best Romantic Suspense, and more. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft. She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog near the sea in California where she sets a lot of her books. Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!

 

You can find Tara at Lain
               
 
 
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Top 10 Most Romantic Movie Couples plus Merle and Tom! #romance #TaraLain

Hi! You know i love movies — and i love writing romance. On Monday (less than 2 days as i write this) one of my favorite books is releasing. It’s called Fool of Main Beach and it includes a very romantic couple — Merle and Tom. I say about these guys — the unlikeliest of lovers. The sweetest of loves. You can buy the book most anywhere. Here’s the Book Page Link where you’ll find all the buy links and read an excerpt.

Thinking about Fool of Main Beach got me thinking about my favorite movie couples and i went looking for a list. I think this Top 10 list is pretty darned good. See if you agree.

Thank you for stopping by. Remember, you can have your own copy of Fool of Main Beach at midnight tomorrow (Sunday). Plus, there will be a Blog Tour with a gift card prize, so be sure to stop by.

5 Fun Facts About FOOL OF MAIN BEACH by Tara Lain #bluecollarromance #dogs

Hi — In only a few days, you’ll have your copy of FOOL OF MAIN BEACH in your hands. You can preorder it now HERE. I thought you might enjoy a few random facts related to this book —

  1. 1. Main Beach is the central beach in Laguna Beach, CA. On the seawall beside the sand, years who, someone painted “The Handmaid’s Tale Was Right”. I never pass the beach without thinking of that sign.
  2. 2. The title of the book, Fool of Main Beach, helped suggest the story. I liked the idea of including Fool in my naming convention, which includes Knight, Knave, Prince, and Lord. When i thought of Fool it suggested a character that people might underestimate and think was slow or even stupid. My hero Tom grew out of that idea.
  3. I knew i wanted a story for Merle Justice who was a secondary character in Prince of the Playhouse. In that book there was another character who people loved and thought might end up with Merle, but when it came time to write the story, another lover stepped up.
  4. The location of Merle’s new home that Tom is helping to build in Fool of Main Beach is just a few blocks from where i lived for 28 years.
  5. If you read many of my books, you know that a lot of them include pets, most often cats. In this Love in Laguna Series, there are cats in Knight of Ocean Avenue, Prince of the Playhouse, and Lord of a Thousand Steps. In real life, however, i have a dog and i decided it was time that the canines got their due. Tom and his beloved dogs more than make up for any previous underrepresentation by man’s best friend.

Fool of Main Beach is a favorite book of mine — and i hope it will be of yours also. Read an except HERE. And you can preorder now.

Cover Catharsis! CATACLYSMIC SHIFT by Tara Lain #witches #gayromance

 

Cat or man? Duty or love? 
Who prevails after the great cataclysmic shift?Check out the brand new cover for the 2nd Edition of CATACLYSMIC SHIFT!

 

Cataclysmic Shift
(The Aloysius Tales Series, Bk #3)
by Tara Lain
Blurb:
Super cat, Aloysius, may be the most powerful witch’s familiar in the world, but when he takes a blast at the hand of an evil witch he loses it all — power, memory, and his feline form — to become the ethereal human beauty, Alain Bellarose. When Alain wakes up naked on the floor surrounded by dogs and cats, his eyes first set upon Luke Elliott, the handsome and mysterious veterinarian. Suddenly, the prospect of being human doesn’t seem so bad.
Luke has a lot to hide and he likes animals way more than people, but he can’t resist the flamboyant boy who washes his face with the side of his hand and tries to lick his own privates! The loss of Aloysius depletes the power of the Witch Master, Killian Barth, and that of his “secret weapon” Sammy and leaves their coven sitting ducks for two very nasty females. When Alain discovers that he’s really a powerful cat, he’s faced with the ultimate choice. To protect his community, or stay with the man he loves.
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Release Date: 
September 13th 2017 
Excerpts

 

Quiet. He opened his eyes. Dark. His back hurt. It was sorely
cramped in here.
He pushed some towels aside and
scooted closer to the door. Quietly, he pulled the lever down and opened the
door a crack. Nobody. Good. He pushed
it farther and looked into that plastic-and-metal room.
Odd. He recognized all the things
in this room—an examining table of some kind, chairs, paper towels—but not what
the room was for. He stepped out into the dim glow coming in from a streetlight
outside the window.
He padded softly across the room
and peered out into a short hall, also dark and quiet. To the left, the hall
ended at a door. Light came from under it and a low noise, like maybe music or
voices. Someone must be in there. To the right were several more doors. He went
right.
Hmmm. Restroom. He opened the door. It was very dark, but his eyes
seemed good. He looked in. A mirror on the opposite wall reflected the dim
light of the hall and what must be… him. He stepped closer and peered at his
reflection.
He closed the door. Until he knew
his situation, best not to alert anyone. He ran his hand on the wall and
flipped on the switch. Light blazed harshly in the tiny room. Holy gods.
He stared. Huge eyes, bluer than
blue, stared back at him, surrounded by hair—long black hair down to his back.
He turned and looked. The middle of his back. And pale skin. That was him.
Truly?
What had he expected?
Not sure, but not this… boy.
He looked down at his bare body.
Boy. Or man, for certain. His eyes widened. And quite a man. Look at those couilles.
But not just man. He cocked his
head. Hu-man.
Now why was that strange?
He shook his head. This was so
peculiar. He wasn’t afraid, exactly, but he didn’t feel at home in this skin.
He shivered. There were important things he was forgetting, and he must
remember them. He took a deep breath. Lives might depend on it.
He flipped off the light. The
dark felt more comfortable. What should he do? That was the frightening part.
He didn’t know. Not an idea where he should go, and yet he felt certain he had
a purpose he must fulfill.
There was a person out there.
Should he go speak to them? He peeked down at his lean body. Probably not like
this. Humans were strange about nudity and such things. Wait. He was human,
wasn’t he? This was very confusing.

 

 

Blaine stroked the silky black
fur and looked up at Killian with pleading eyes. “Okay, baby, do your stuff.
Make him well.”
Killian took a breath. He placed
both hands on the slim body. Only a small spark of life force pulsed, but it
was steady. Thank gods. “He took a
strong hit. Those females are very powerful.” Sadly, without Aloysius, Killian
was less so.
With focus, he ran a ripple of
energy into the cat. “Come on, guy.” The strong heart beat faster, but his eyes
didn’t open. Al was a mighty creature. Even that huge hit shouldn’t have been
able to keep him down.
Another stream of energy flowed
from Killian’s hands and his mind.
Blaine frowned. “Why isn’t he
waking up?”
“I don’t know, darling.” Killian
closed his eyes and focused on the still point that was Aloysiusness. Odd.
Somehow changed. Oh gods. Al had to
be okay. The world’s most powerful familiar could not be put down. He couldn’t
be.
“My God, Professor. What happened
to your cat?”
Killian’s eyes flew open. Hells,
he’d forgotten where they were. The next class was coming in. He looked up at
the girl who often sat in the front row of his witchcraft class. “Hello, Miss
Eberle. He fell and got injured. He’s alive but unconscious.”
She knelt down, her pretty face a
study in sympathy. “Oh no, he’s such a wonderful cat. He has to be okay.”
“Yes, he does have to be okay.
Dr. Genneau and I are going to take good care of him.”
She looked up with tears
glistening. “Take him to the vet right away.”
“Uh, yes. Yes, we will.” He
reached down and carefully picked up Al’s limp body. Blaine huddled beside him,
and they started walking toward the side door where Blaine had come in.
Students gathered around and murmured their hopes and wishes. Funny, that was
what some of them called him—Mr. Wishes. Al was a very popular cat at the
university.
Moving slowly, they finally got
to Killian’s car in the back lot. Thank gods he hadn’t brought the motorcycle
today. Blaine climbed into the passenger seat, and Killian laid Aloysius on his
lap. Tears dripped off Blaine’s chin. Not much made Blaine cry.
Killian petted Blaine’s head and
then Al’s soft side. He knelt beside the car and laid his head on Blaine’s leg,
beside the cat. “He’s alive. And he’s so powerful, Blaine. He has to be all right.”
But what in the hells to do?
Blaine wiped a tear from his
cheek. “That girl had an idea. He’s a cat. Maybe we should take him to a vet?”
Killian raised his head. “But
he’s not a cat.”
“He has a cat’s body. There’s a
guy in my men’s group who’s a vet. Young, but he seems real capable and
compassionate. I could call him.”
Killian’s eyes widened. “Take a
witch’s familiar to a vet?”

 

The Aloysius Tales Series
 
Book #1
Spell Cat
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Bk #2

 

Brush With Catastrophe 
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Also available in paperback
Grab the first two books in the series and get all caught up!
About the Author

Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in gay romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 40. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, Best Romantic Suspense, and more. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft. She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog near the sea in California where she sets a lot of her books. Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!
You can find Tara at Lain
                

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A Nibble from FOOL OF MAIN BEACH by Tara Lain #LoveinLaguna #Dreamspinner

Hi —

I’m so delighted that so many people seem to be excited about the upcoming release of Fool of Main Beach, the new book in the Love in Laguna series. You can check out some details of the book HERE, Here is the Universal Link — books2read.com/u/bpWWJ9

I thought i’d share an exclusive excerpt from the book that gives you a view of my very unique hero, Tom Henry.  First, check out the blurb, and then this excerpt —

Merle Justice wants to reach for the stars, but it’s tough to get respect when playing a teenybopper vampire on TV. Then he meets a famous director anxious to give him all he thinks he wants—and maybe a bit more. Everything’s looking up until a life-threatening encounter with some homophobes on Main Beach puts Merle face-to-face with a Sasquatch-sized hero in a pink puffer coat.

Tom Henry defies description. As unsophisticated and simple as an angel, he walks through life content with who he is and asking for very little except to care for his sister, Lily, and the dogs he loves. Then he meets Merle, the embodiment of dreams he barely knows he has. Merle knows the people who hold his future in their hands might love Tom—but they’ll never understand Merle and Tom together. Tom knows it too. With lives this far apart, who’s really the fool of Main Beach?

Standing on top of a tall ladder that stretched all the way to the room’s vaulted ceiling was a man—a huge man—bare to the waist and showing off rippling muscles on a mouth-watering, awe-inspiring, sweat-producing back, which the guy had turned to Merle. He was reaching up, apparently installing an electrical outlet for the modern chandelier that would eventually go there, a posture that accentuated his narrow waist and round, bulging buttocks. A hard hat covered his head, and he wore a tool belt jangling with equipment. The smell of leather and steel in the morning.

“Do you like the room?”

Oh right, Billy’s still here. Quickly Merle glanced around at the huge window facing the ocean, the barnwood installed on the feature wall that would go behind the bed, and the, uh, almost chandelier. “It’s fantastic, Billy. I love it.”

“Come see the closet and the bathroom.”

“Can’t wait.” His eyes crept up the ladder; then he turned to follow Billy.

“Hey, Merle.”

What? He glanced toward the voice. Billy stopped behind him.

“Hey. Up here.”

Merle’s gaze rose up the ladder rung by rung, muscle by muscle, until be looked into the grinning face of Tom Henry. For a second the whole scene felt out of context. “Hi, Tom.”

“How come you came? I would have talked to Ru if I needed anything.”

Billy said from behind him, “Merle? You know Tom?”

Merle glanced over his shoulder, then back up the ladder. “Yes. Remember I told you a guy intervened last night and saved me? It was Tom.”

“No shit. Hey, Tom, good job saving my friend, Merle.”

For a second Tom looked confused, and then a slow grin spread across his face. “Merle’s your friend too? That’s so cool. Do you have dogs?”

Merle glanced at Billy, who gazed at Tom with the obvious patience of a man who didn’t mind dealing with him. “No, no dogs. I have cats, Tom.”

He clambered down a couple of rungs. “You do? Can I see them?”

“Sure. We’ll work that out. They live at my house with me and Shaz.”

“I’ll bet they love Shaz. Who wouldn’t?”

“I agree.”

Tom shifted focus to Merle. “So we’re both friends with Billy.”

Merle’s heart beat oddly hard. “Yes, we are.”

“How did you know?”

“I didn’t.”

“But you’re here.”

“This is my house, Tom.”

“What?”

“This house is mine. Billy’s renovating it for me, and I’ll be moving in to it.”

He smiled. “Wow. This is so pretty.”

“I’m glad you like it.” Oddly true.

“That means I’m working on your house?” It didn’t seem like Tom’s face could have lit up any more, but it did—crinkles and dimples and bright blue eyes.

“Yes. That’s really great, since Billy only uses the best people.”

A crease popped between his brows. “Oh right. I better get back to work so you have a good outlet.”

Tom reclimbed the ladder and balanced himself, the massive muscles in his back and shoulders flexing in the bright morning light.

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Rand McIntyre settles for good enough. He loves his small California ranch, raising horses, and teaching riding to the kids he adores—but having kids of his own and someone to love means coming out, and that would jeopardize everything he’s built. Then, despite his terror of flying, he goes on a holiday to Hana, Hawaii, with his parents and meets the dark and mysterious Kai Kealoha, a genuine Hawaiian cowboy. Rand takes to Kai’s kid brother and sister as much as he drools over Kai, but the guy sports more prickles than a horned toad and more secrets than the exotic land he comes from.

Kai’s earned his privacy and lives to protect his “kids.” He ought to stay away from the big, handsome cowboy for everyone’s sake—but since the guy’s just a haole on a short vacation, how much damage can he do? When all of Kai’s worst fears and Rand’s darkest nightmares come true at once, there’s not much chance for two cowboys who can’t—or won’t—come out.

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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 on, enough money to make up for some of the education he missed… and, secretly, a beautiful femme who likes 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 the 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.

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

 

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

 

The unlikeliest of lovers. The sweetest of loves.

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in gay romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 40. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, Best Romantic Suspense, and more. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft. She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog near the sea in California where she sets a lot of her books. Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!

 

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Fast Balls
(Balls To the Walls Series, #5)

by Tara Lain

Blurb:

Can two men with skewed self-images see their true reflections in each other’s eyes?

Jerry Wallender—firefighter, surfer, and occasional nude model—knows he’s no rocket scientist. So why does he keep choosing intellectual guys who make him feel dumber? He worked his buns off to overcome his reading disability and pass the firefighter’s test, and he loves everything about the job. Well, except for Mick Cassidy, the big, blond, hunky homophobe who harasses Jerry for being gay. But Jerry is smart enough to realize it’s not hate driving Mick, but the pain of a very unhappy upbringing.


Mick Cassidy, Firefighter Assist and Search Team, fights fires, but he can’t fight his attraction to the kindest, most generous—and sexiest—guy he’s ever met. Does that make him gay? If it does, he just might get himself killed by his gay-hating preacher father—and take Jerry down with him.

 

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Excerpts

 

Mick wrenched the bag from
Straight’s hands. The guy tried to pull back, but he was so off base. No one,
certainly not this pipsqueak white trash, was keeping Mick Cassidy from trying
to save the kindest, best man he knew.
Mick threw an arm toward
Straight, and the guy fell backward on his ass. Get out of my way.
He crouched, focused, breathed
deeply, and hurled himself through the flames. It felt like a mountain of fire.
Please God, let there be another side.
And there was. The solid wall
of burning hell thinned, and Mick fell through.
Jerry.
Quiet, still, broken like a rag
doll. One of his long legs lay at an odd angle.
No.
No. No.
He scrambled to Jerry’s side,
pulled the respirator from the bag, and pressed it over his face.
“Breathe. Breathe, Jerry.”
A new hot spot flared up beside
him. Damn!
He looked over his shoulder,
back the way he’d come. Wall of flame. No exit. Embers rained and a chunk of
the ceiling fell a foot away. He leaned over Jerry’s still body to shield him
and felt the heat closing in. So this is
it.
He stared down at the closed
eyes of the man he had rushed to save. No question. No hesitation. Funny. It
felt like a choice. A choice that had been no choice.
He looked up. Was God up? Up in
that flaming ceiling? Up in the roof that now opened to the sky?
He took a deep breath and bowed
his head. Okay, God, I spent my whole
life hearing what you love and what you hate. According to my father, you hate
the man who’s lying here, and I should hate him too, and leave him here to die.
If he’s not already dead.
He looked up, and sparks lit up
a disintegrating beam. It would fall real soon.
The
thing is, God, if you hate this man and love my father, your priorities are
screwed up. And if that’s true, I guess I don’t care so much about dying
because I’ll be going to hell, and I know it will be full of people I like.
People like Jerry.
I
sure wish I could have saved him, though. The world is better with him in it.
He looked down at the man who
had said he cared about him. That and being a firefighter were about the only
things he could think of that amounted to much in his life, but they were a
lot. He lowered his head to Jerry’s chest.

 

 

“Sure. I can’t think of anyone
else I’d want to be with forever.”
“Why?”
Mick smiled and took hold of
Jerry’s hands. “That’s easy. You’re kind, and good, and funny. And so damned
smart I’d be learning new stuff from you forever. Hell sounded pretty good with
you in it.”
Jerry just shook his head back
and forth.
He sighed. “But I guess hell
would have been the easy way out.”
Jerry nodded. “It’s harder to
live than to die.”
Mick sat on the floor at
Jerry’s feet. “I was thinking I’d leave here. Go somewhere and start over.
Leave my father and that whole gang behind.”
Jerry’s voice was very soft.
“And me? Leave me behind?”
Mick looked up into those bluer
than blue eyes. “That’s the hard part. That’s why I’m still here. I don’t want
to leave you.”
“Why?”
“You’re sure full of whys.
Because you’re my friend. My best friend.”
Jerry ran a hand across Mick’s
cheek. It felt so nice. “I am your friend. Am I your lover?”
Mick’s breath caught. Weird. Half horror. Half delight. “I
don’t know.”
Jerry’s fingers roamed into his
hair, and he pressed his head against Jerry’s palm. “Wherever you go, you have
to decide. Are you gay, Mick?”
“You said I am. Jezebel says I
am.”
“We may think so, but you have
to decide for yourself.”
Mick frowned. “I thought it
wasn’t a choice.”
“It’s not, but there are plenty
of guys walking around pretending they’re not gay. A lot of them end up
freaking out their wives and kids when they get caught in some bathroom fucking
a twink.”
Mick stared at the floor.
“People hate you because you’re gay.”
“Yep.”
Mick took in a big breath.
Suddenly that moment in the fire washed over him. “But God doesn’t hate you.”
Jerry shrugged. “I guess that
depends on who you ask.”
 

 

 

 

 

The Balls to the Wall Series
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About the Author

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

 

               

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