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This is the tale of a crappy witch who’s faced with saving the world — and the amazing man and the phenomenal cat that set out to help him do 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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Sammy looked down into the soup. “That’s the only kind of guy who would ever be interested in me. A cheating rat.”
“Sam, that’s not so.”
His voice shook. “Why the hell do you think he even bothered with me to begin with? What would he want with a stupid loser if he was planning on cheating with half the fucking college?” The tears squeezed out and started to drip down his cheeks.
Ryder put the tray on the dresser and wrapped Sammy in his arms. “You’re not a loser at all. You’re one of the finest people I’ve ever known. You’re kind and funny and so smart. You paint like a master. Even if you do pick strange subject matter sometimes.” Ryder chuckled and nodded toward the painting on Sammy’s easel.
“You saw that?” Sammy snuffled. Maybe if he didn’t move too much Ryder would forget to let him go.
“Hard to miss that painting in a room the size of most closets.”
Pretty embarrassing. But compared to having had your energy drained by a cheating pig and your neck chained by the selfsame bastard while you were blacked out, painting a picture was small potatoes in the shame department.
“Ready to sleep?”
No. “Yeah.” Sammy pulled the pillows out from behind him and lay back down. Al crawled up next to him. His eyelids felt weighted. “Thank you so much for taking care of me. I’ll rest tomorrow, and I should be able to go to school on Monday.”
“Yes, you’ll rest tomorrow, and I’ll see that you do. I’m not going anywhere. I want to make sure that asshole doesn’t come back. I’ll sleep on your couch and be here to take care of you in the morning.”
Sammy shook his head. “No way a human can sleep on that couch. Aloysius won’t even do it. It has lumps the size of Everest. I’ll be fine. Really.”
“Not leaving, so forget about it.”
Sweeter words were never spoken. I don’t want to be alone. He opened his eyes a slit. Ryder gazed down at him. That expression. He remembered it—from the painting. His deep eyes. So soft. So much like love.
A thick fog of exhaustion rolled over Sam, and his eyes wouldn’t stay open. “Sleep in the bed with me and Al. We don’t move much. Sleep here… prommmmissse….”

 

 

Sammy waved at Chen and grabbed
his coffee. He skirted through the people in line to get to the back booth.
“Hi. How’s it hanging?”
Chen grinned. “Hangin’ low, my
friend.”
Sammy scooted into the booth and
sipped his latte. He almost had his energy back. Al hopped off Sammy’s shoulder
and down onto the seat.
Chen nodded at the cat. “I guess
he doesn’t like me as much as Ryder. No tummy rubs or big balls.”
Sammy laughed. “I don’t think he
likes me as much as Ryder.”
“Do you have any idea why he’s
hanging around?”
Sammy looked at Al. Do I? “Not really, except I’ve been a
little under the weather lately, and he seems to be working to make me feel
better. I call it purr therapy.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yep.” Sammy stared at Al.
“He’s relieving your cat-atonia?”
Chen grinned.
“Yep. And trying to keep me from
cat-astrophe.” They both laughed. “But he sure hates Lucien.”
“No kidding.”
“Which is weird because Lucien
has always been nice to him. He even brings him cans of organic salmon.
Aloysius won’t eat them. He knows which cans came from Lucien and turns up his
nose.”
“Are you going with Lucien to the
party?”
Sammy smiled. “Yeah.”
“That should be a scene. I think
a lot of witches want to get their hooks in him.”
Sammy looked up. “Why do you say
that?”
“It makes sense. He’s about the
most beautiful thing on earth. But I’ve heard a couple of rumors that there are
some tongues hanging out for him.”
Sammy’s heart sped up. “Ryder
said that too.”
“Like I said, it makes sense. You
can’t expect people not to envy you a boyfriend like that.”
Envy him? Wow. That would be different. “I suppose.”

 

The Aloysius Tales Series

 

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

 

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The updated 2nd Edition of BRUSH WITH CATASTROPHE is here!!!

Hi and welcome to the re-release of my paranormal romance, Brush with Catastrophe! This is the second book in the Aloysius Tales after Spell Cat . It’s a friends to lover story about a young witch who falls for his best friend and thinks he’s –human! He also has to save the world — with a paintbrush and a cat!! Be sure to enter to WIN!! Keep reding.

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

 

Release Date:
May 8, 2017
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He
shrugged and glanced over at the kayak full of Carly’s scuba gear. Might as well get to it….
There
he was—rising from the sea like some merman. Not a bubble. Not a ripple. The
diver just appeared, manifested by Neptune. It had to be the octopus guy,
right? A tall, slim figure strode through the shallow water, navigating the
surf like it wasn’t there. Like it couldn’t drag him down and out to sea.
Octopus-man
stopped at the waterline and pulled off the tanks, unfastened the hood of his
wetsuit and shoved it back, then shook his head like a dog and fluffed out light
brown curls that surrounded his head like a halo.
Perfect,
because from this distance the guy’s face looked totally like an angel. Wide
eyes, full lips, and high cheekbones that gave him a slightly hollow-cheeked
look. The diver walked a few more steps and dropped the rig, then dragged down
the wetsuit, revealing a long, lean body, thin but well-muscled, like a
long-distance runner He must spend a lot of time in the sun if he was a diver,
but his skin was only a pale tan. Man, under his bathing suit he would be
alabaster.
What
else was under that bathing suit?
Adam
forgot to be pissed. The guy started to gather up his stuff, and Adam jumped
up. “Excuse me.”
The
angel face turned toward him. Neutral. Maybe he didn’t recognize him from the
underwater encounter.
Adam
took a couple of steps toward him. “Hey, I’m the guy you chased off the octopus
down there. I know you got there first and all, but hell, all I wanted to do
was see the thing. You didn’t have to make a huge deal out of it.”
A
crease appeared between the arched eyebrows. “Your bubbles. They were bothering
her. I’d been coaxing her out for over an hour, and then you came barging in
like some hippopotamus.” The guy picked up his tanks and started walking.
“Wait!”
Angel
face stopped and looked back.
Okay, why did I stop him? “I’m, uh, sorry. I didn’t realize.
I just saw the thing and really wanted a better look.”

 

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

 

 

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

 

 

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Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 32. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft.  She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog near the sea in California where she sets a lot of her books.  Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!
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Released! COWBOYS DON’T RIDE UNICORNS by Tara Lain #bullrider #gayromance #cowboys

Country boy and city slicker. Cowboy and decorator. Bull rider and — unicorn!  Opposites powerfully attract in Tara Lain’s new romance, but can they find a way to be together? Check out Cowboys Don’t Ride Unicorns.

Hi everyone! Welcome to the release of my new cowboy romance! One reviewer said if she could give this book 25 stars, she would! Read on and i hope you enjoy it!!

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Cowboys Don’t Ride Unicorns
(Cowboys Don’t Series, #2)
By Tara Lain


Blurb

Cowboy Danny Boone—a name he made up one drunken night and has regretted ever since—harbors a big past and yearns for a small future. A short, bright career as a champion bull rider almost ended in his death when his homophobic father discovered Danny was gay. Now Danny longs for a plot of land he can build a ranch house on and enough money to make up for some of the education he missed.

Danny also hides a preference for beautiful femmes who like to top—a combo rarer than a unicorn. Then onto the guest ranch where Danny works drives San Francisco decorator Laurie Belmont, a young man so gorgeous he makes horses gasp, and so ballsy he almost kills Danny’s attacker.

Laurie’s trying to find his way out from under the thumb of a domineering mother, helpless father, and rich, privileged boyfriend. But no matter the attraction, their lives are worlds apart, and cowboys don’t ride unicorns.

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“I want to
see what’s ahead.” He coaxed Tramp into a trot and then a canter, and before
Danny could even register it, he was in a full-on gallop.
“Shit!” Danny
glanced at Grove, who looked worried. Danny frowned. “Should I go after him?
He’s pretty sure in the saddle, but he doesn’t know the area.”
“Yes, please.
He’s pissed, and he’s got a wicked temper. Plus he’s fond of biting off more
than he can chew.”
Danny
scrubbed the accompanying image of Laurie’s biting and chewing from his brain
and took off after him at speed. Danny rode Star Gazer, a beautiful black
Arabian who had lots of speed on Tramp, but Laurie had a head start.
Danny
galloped down the path, looking for signs of Tramp ahead. Finally he saw the
flick of her tail rounding a corner, and he turned Star Gazer into the rough
and ran catty-corner to intercept Laurie. When Danny came up beside Tramp,
Laurie rode easily, grinning and obviously having way too much fun. Danny waved
him down. “Stop, damn it.”
Laurie gave
him a pouty look but slowed Tramp to a trot. “What’s wrong?”
“Just stop.”
Laurie
frowned and pulled up Tramp.
Danny waved a
hand to the right. “There’s a little stream over there. Let her get a drink.”
He walked Star Gazer through the trees to the trickle of water, so precious in
drought-ridden California.
Laurie
dismounted and dropped his reins, letting Tramp get her own water.
Danny did the
same, and as Star Gazer walked to the stream, Danny turned on Laurie. “First,
you don’t know this area. Going that fast, you could have hit barbed wire, or
for that matter, the highway that comes up fast in a half mile. Second, Tramp
isn’t an Arabian. Yes, she’s got some speed, but she’s older and not bred to
gallop for that long.”
“I asked to
ride the Palomino.” He crossed his arms.
“And you may
get to if it’s okay with Rand, but you’ve got to respect the horses, and making
them pay for your temper isn’t the way to do it.”
Laurie’s eyes
widened a bit; then he stared at his boots. “Tramp seems more than willing to
run.”
Danny stepped
closer. “A quality of horses you should be aware of is that they don’t always
act in their own best interests. The same can be said for some humans.” Breathe. “You shouldn’t be riding alone.
Period.”
Laurie
stepped closer and thrust his pretty face toward Danny. “Okay, simple. You can
ride with me.”
“I’ve got
work to do.”
“News flash.”
Laurie took another step. “I am your
work.”
One more step
and they’d be nose-to-nose—or lips-to-lips. Danny stared at that mouth like it
held the secrets of the universe. What would those lips taste like? Big cowboy in the sky, help me.

 

 

Two hours
later he’d drawn his bull—a huge sucker named Scorpion, and from the looks on
Maury’s team’s faces, he must have the sting to go with the name. As they
walked to the chutes, Maury clapped a hand on Danny’s shoulders. “Careful.
Don’t underestimate Scorpion. He’s meaner than piss.”
“Sounds like
not my luckiest draw.”
“Well, let’s
just say he’ll earn a lot of points.”
Danny
propped himself on the fence and slid onto the broad back, feeling the heat of
the animal under him. He worked with the rope puller Maury had provided to get
his bull rope in exactly the tautness and configuration he liked best. Scorpion
shifted restlessly but didn’t try to slam Danny against the fence. Danny leaned
down toward the twitching ear. “I’m your friend, Scorpion. I’ll make you look
good if you return the favor.”
The cowboy
closest to Danny chuckled.
The
announcer called, “Next up, we got a new rider named Danny Boone. If you’ve
been in California lately, you know Danny’s been doing his share of winning. So
let’s see if he’s up to the great state of Nevada.”
Danny
adjusted his vest, planted his hat, wrapped his hand tight enough to hold but
not so tight he couldn’t let go—and nodded.
Fucking hell
broke loose. The bull leaped out of the stall in a full breakaway—not a move
bulls usually performed. Danny vaguely heard the crowd gasp over his own intake
of breath. She-it. Just pretend he’s a bronc. Danny flapped
his loose hand toward the sky and adjusted the roll of his hips and movement of
his spine to accommodate the bull’s unique style. He spurred for a couple of extra
points, but truth was he could barely stay on this sucker. Just try to look good. The hurt didn’t exist—until later.
Scorpion
sunfished, throwing his legs to the side, and Danny rode the buck, trying like
a son of a bitch to look in control. Wham!
All four hooves hit the ground straight-legged, and the impact shot up Danny’s
back in a bolt of pain. Much longer and that bell on the bull’s belly would be
tolling for Danny. For an instant Laurie’s face flashed in his mind.
After what
felt like an hour, the horn sounded.
He waited
for old Scorpion to stop spinning, kicked to the side, and landed standing.
Scorpion hadn’t taken kindly to Danny’s offer of friendship and took off after
him like he’d been given a contract on his life. Danny leaped to the side and
let Scorpion sail past. Two bullfighters jumped in front of Scorpion, but the
damned bull was hard to distract. He swiped at Danny twice more, getting lots
of reaction from the crowd, and finally stampeded after the bullfighters, who
lured him into the exit chute.
Danny walked
out of the arena too as the announcer said, “Looks like Danny Boone can take on
the big dogs with the best of them. Good ride.”
A couple of guys
slapped his shoulder, and he nodded. Don’t
let ’em see you sweat.
 

 

 

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

 

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Cowboy Danny Boone—a name he made up one drunken night and has regretted ever since—harbors a big past and yearns for a small future. A short, bright career as a champion bull rider almost ended in his death when his homophobic father discovered Danny was gay. Now Danny longs for a plot of land he can build a ranch house on and enough money to make up for some of the education he missed.
Danny also hides a preference for beautiful femmes who like to top—a combo rarer than a unicorn. Then onto the guest ranch where Danny works drives San Francisco decorator Laurie Belmont, a young man so gorgeous he makes horses gasp, and so ballsy he almost kills Danny’s attacker.
Laurie’s trying to find his way out from under the thumb of a domineering mother, helpless father, and rich, privileged boyfriend. But no matter the attraction, their lives are worlds apart, and cowboys don’t ride unicorns.
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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”!

 

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Renowned artist Rodney Mansfield stands five foot six, has pink hair, six earrings, a black belt in karate—and a desperate yearning for firefighter Hunter Fallon. But Rod, the Runtback of Notre Dame, knows he’ll never land the beautiful “straight gay” guy, so Rod musters his altruism and helps his more masculine friend Jerry attract Hunter. As if a broken heart wasn’t enough, Rod saves Hunter from a firehouse homophobe—humiliating Hunter in front of his dad!

Hunter lives a dream life—his father’s dream. While he’d like to teach literature in college, read poetry in the sun, and find a strong guy to top him, he fights fires for his dad. Hunter hates flamboyant guys like Rodney. So why can’t he resist him? Maybe it’s time to admit this is one flame he has no desire to put out.

 

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He leaned back on the couch. “Anyway, he’s dreamy,
straight-up divine. Sweet and nice and smart. Shit, man, have you ever seen
anything so beautiful?”
Too much. Rod got up and went back to the easel.
At least he didn’t have to stare into Jerry’s smitten face. Crap, he wanted to
be happy for the guy. He really did. “He’s beautiful, all right.”
“And guess what? He asked about you.”
No breath. “He, uh, did?”
“Yeah. Said you were so talented. See, I told you not to
leave.”
“Didn’t want to be a third wheel.”
“Hey, my man, you’re my brother from another mother. What I
got, you got. So I’m going on another date with him, and he loves to read and
shit. Could you tell me some stuff to talk about?”
Oh dear God. “So what have you read, Jerry?”
He looked at his hands. “I, uh, read a few romance novels.”
“I think it’s okay to talk about those, but you have to know
some other writers too. So think. What did you read in high school?”
“Comic books.”
“Graphic novels?”
“Yeah. Man, I love Watchmen and X-Men and Batman.”
“Comic books.” He walked over to a bookshelf he kept tucked
away in the corner of the studio. When he rested on the couch, he loved to read
himself to sleep. “Have you ever heard of Lord Byron?”
Jerry shook his head. “Sounds like a rock star.”
“He kind of was for his time. He was a poet.” He took out a
slim volume and began to read from Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage. “Roll on,
thou deep and dark blue ocean—roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in
vain; man marks the earth with ruin—his control stops with the shore.” When he
got to “unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown” he looked up.
Jerry’s big blue eyes shone with tears. “Hey, man, that’s
awesome. Probably not a surfer, I guess. All the ‘thees’ and ‘thous’ sound kind
of old. But that dude knew what a surfer feels, man. We ride on top of the—what
did he call it?—deep and dark blue ocean. And we know we can sink and never be
heard from again, man. Axed. It’s how we want to go if we gotta.”
He had to stop underestimating this man. Rod walked over to
the couch and handed the book to Jerry. “Just be yourself. He’s got to love
you.”
“Wow, thanks. But I’ll read this, man. Every word, or at
least the words I understand, okay?”
He smiled. “Okay.”
“I sure do like the way you read it, though.”

Rod laughed, took back the book, and began to read.

 

The firefighters piled out onto the hard-packed dirt drive
and hauled the hose toward the hydrant out by the highway. Shit, they were just
going to make it… if they were lucky.
“Save him. Help, please, help,” one woman screamed, pointing
toward the building.
What? He gave his spot on the hose to another man and ran to
the woman’s side. “Ma’am. What do you mean?”
The woman on the driveway was white as a cloud and pointing,
her mouth working. “Rod. Rodney. He ran in. Do something.”
He gripped her arm. “Ran in? Rodney ran in there?” Ice froze
his heart.
“Yes, yes. I came over to see, and suddenly he just ran past
me and straight in the door. I don’t know where his car is….”
Hell no! He pulled on his respirator and ran
toward the door of the studio. His heart beat way too fast. Had to get control.
Why, why would Rod do it? What was worth his life? His life. He couldn’t die. Hell, no.
“Fallon, wait. Don’t go in alone,” Cam screamed behind him.
Hell, no. No time to wait. Rod was in there.
The screen door, the damned squeaky screen door, hung half
off its hinges. He tore it away and, hunched against the heat, moved into the
studio. Smoke. Embers raining down. The heat pushed like a wall through his
gear. The flames crawled along the half-missing roof like a snake slinking
along a branch, hissing.
Stop. Think. The part of the structure
closest to the door remained most intact. He dropped to the floor and scooted
along a few feet. Not much in here. Beside him, the old desk had burned nearly
to ash. His heart hammered. Breathe slowly. Don’t panic.
Where is he?
Can’t be too late. No, hell, no. Never
too late.
He crawled another couple of feet and pressed his head down by
the floor, squinting through the smoke…. Yes!
A body. Rod. Collapsed on the floor clutching a small canvas
to his chest. The insane idiot. No painting was worth this. Crouching, Hunter
covered the few steps.

Jesus,
Rod looked so small. And… so still. Hell,
no
. Hunter pulled Rod into his arms. Felt right. Felt good. Hunter took off
his respirator and fitted it over Rod’s nose and mouth. Breathe for me, baby.
Rod’s body hung, limp as a doll.

 

 

The Balls to the Wall Series


Volley Balls
Bk #1

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About the Author

 

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

 

You can find Tara at Lain
               

 

 

 

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