New Release & Giveaway! HIDDEN POWERS by Tara Lain Now Available!

Can a werewolf who makes people disappear save his world — and get the boy of his dreams? 

HIDDEN POWERS 
(Superordinary Society Series, Bk 1)
By Tara Lain 
Blurb
Jazz Vanessen is weird—and not just because he’s a werewolf. For most of his life, he’s felt different from his alpha male brothers and friends. Since he’s adopted, he can’t even blame it on family.
Now eighteen, Jazz meets his idol, the social activist Lysandra Mason, and her breathtaking nephew, Dash Mercury. When Dash is around, even stranger things start to happen, including Jazz falling hopelessly in lust. Not only is Jazz having visions, making people disappear, and somehow turning invisible, but somebody’s following him and threatening to reveal his pack’s secrets to the world.
 
Together with Dash and Jazz’s equally amazing friends—Carla, BeBop, Khadija, and Fatima—they discover the danger is even more lethal than they thought, and Jazz’s weirdness may save all their lives.
 

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Excerpts

The movie started, and as he’d guessed, it was crappy. But Carla was into it. She
bounced in her seat and munched handfuls of popcorn. Neither Jazz nor Dash had
gotten any, although Jazz had opted for the vanilla cola he and Carla both
loved. Jazz kind of wished he’d gotten popcorn, since maybe it would have
helped distract him from the warmth of Dash’s long, firm thigh just inches from
Jazz’s leg. The heat kept spreading like a lava flow up to parts that didn’t
need any more warming, and Jazz kept shifting from buttcheek to buttcheek.
Carla leaned over. “I got way too much popcorn. You guys want some?”
Dash stared skeptically at the huge bag Carla passed, but Jazz reached over, grabbed it, and clasped it like a life preserver, then held it out to Dash.
As two werewolves roared and attacked each other on the screen, Dash glanced at
the offer, then slid a hand into the half-empty bag, dug around, and guided a
handful of white kernels toward his mouth. Jazz dragged his eyes away from
those lips that he could easily imagine devouring something other than popcorn.
He dug his own hand into the bag, grabbed a handful, and shoved it into his
mouth, spilling several puffs down his front.
Dash murmured, “Um, good.”
Jazz agreed. He dove for more as Dash did the same, and their hands met somewhere in the middle of the bag, bumping. They both froze.
Jazz held his breath. What to do? Just as he almost made a decision to pull his hand out, he—did he?—felt Dash’s finger move. The soft, warm digit might have caressed the palm of Jazz’s hand. Maybe. Now he really didn’t know what to do.
Two of Dash’s fingers dragged over Jazz’s palm, an area of his body that must have
nerves stretching directly to his penis because the pressure produced an equal
and opposite reaction. For a second, they sat there, frozen, Jazz’s whole brain
dwelling somewhere between his thighs. Then Dash intertwined their fingers and
Jazz thought he’d have an orgasm right there, every nerve-ending throbbing.
“Hey you guys, don’t bogart the popcorn.” Carla reached across Dash’s body toward the bag. Fortunately, her eyes remained fixed on the screen where two
werewolves were stalking each other through the forest.
Dash managed to let go of Jazz’s fingers, and Jazz pulled his hand out in time to
allow Carla to drag the bag away from his erection, which was so huge it could
probably shove ten people out of the theater.
 
Dash stared at Lys as she calmly reviewed her emails and sipped champagne. Her limo was equipped with all the comforts. But right now he was tempted to snatch some
of that comfort from her hand to get her to pay attention. “Lys, are you going
to tell the Magicouncil?”
She looked up, curious. No, that wasn’t right. Evasive, that’s what she looked.
“What do you want me to tell them, Dash?”
“That we’ve experienced two unexplained surges of power in this area in the last two days. And the second one was significant. Hell, Lys, the hair on my arms is
still standing on end.”
“They’ll then ask me where it came from.” She drained the last inch of bubbly in her glass.
He raised his eyebrows. “And you’ll tell them that you think it came from some
unregistered and unexplained kid in a backwater called Hartford, Connecticut.”
She gave him a wry smile. “Don’t forget, I come from this backwater.”
“Only by accident.”
She set the empty glass in the side compartment next to her seat. “What did you think of him?”
Dash inhaled. Strange, but he didn’t want to tell her everything. “He’s powerful.
Amazingly so. But—” He shrugged. “—he’s different. I don’t think he knows
anything. And there’s something really odd about him. Like a power I don’t
get.” He looked at her face and realized she looked uncomfortable. “What did
you think?”
“I’m not as impressed as you are.” She stared at her computer screen. “You know that there are many humans who have skills they’re unaware of.”
“You think that’s all it is? Seriously? All that power?”
She turned and met his eyes. “I don’t think we should go off half-cocked, getting the council all riled up and intruding on this boy’s life until we know more. He
comes from a very powerful human family, Dash, one with money and influence. We
can’t start harassing him without consequence.” She glanced at her hands. “I
wish we’d met more of his family. That might explain something about his
skills.”
“Well, you set up the perfect scenario to learn more about him.”
She smiled slowly—and slyly. “You finally got with the program.”
He barked a laugh. “You’re always a step ahead of me, Mistress.”
“And don’t you forget it. By the way, I loved your comment about absorbing
experience from the cosmos. Very cute.”
He smiled to cover his hard swallow.
            She gazed at him and sipped her champagne. “Think of this assignment as a chance to further prove yourself. A step toward—well, let’s just say big things, where you really can absorb teachings from the cosmos.”

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Cover Reveal: HIDDEN POWERS from Tara Lain. New Series, New World

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So excited to share with you the cover for HIDDEN POWERS (Superordinary Society Series, Bk 1)!! What do you think? Awesome, right? It’s by the amazing Reese Dante.

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Blurb

Jazz Vanessen is weird—and not just because he’s a werewolf. For most of his life, he’s felt different from his alpha male brothers and friends. Since he’s adopted, he can’t even blame it on family.

Now eighteen, Jazz meets his idol, the social activist Lysandra Mason, and her breathtaking nephew, Dash Mercury. When Dash is around, even stranger things start to happen, including Jazz falling hopelessly in lust. Not only is Jazz having visions, making people disappear, and somehow turning invisible, but somebody’s following him and threatening to reveal his pack’s secrets to the world.

Together with Dash and Jazz’s equally amazing friends—Carla, BeBop, Khadija, and Fatima—they discover the danger is even more lethal than they thought, and Jazz’s weirdness may save all their lives.

Release Date:
March 12, 2019

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Lysandra’s nephew escorted her to a seat at the governor’s table, then sat beside her. After he pushed her chair back in, he suddenly raised his head like a deer scenting the air and glanced around the crowd. It was kind of like when Jazz smelled danger or someone he knew, but this guy was no werewolf. He might look supernatural, but to Jazz’s nose, he came across as human.

Carla gave Jazz a rough elbow to the ribs. “Close your mouth, or better yet, stuff it with some of that outrageous pile of protein. His name’s Dashiell”—she said it like Dasheel—“as in dash-ing, but she calls him Dash. You’ll get to meet him.”

“I will? Why?” Weirdly, his heart slammed against his ribs.

“Because they’re sitting at our table, and so are you. Come on.” She grabbed his arm.

He pulled it back. Okay, too much. “Uh, I’m not so sure.”

“Why? You’re not shy.”

“She’s just my idol, you know. Sometimes idols are best seen from afar. You don’t notice the cracks.”

She smiled wryly. “You sure it’s not fear of getting a mighty erection in public over Mr. Dashing Pretty Puss?”

He lightly punched her shoulder. Of course, she was close to the truth.

“Dad says Lysandra Mason’s a love.” She hauled on his arm again.

“My food—”

“Bring it.”

He left it on the table and wiped his hands on his jeans.

She laughed.

He let himself be dragged over to where the governor and his wife were sitting with some members of his staff that Jazz mostly recognized from photos. And sure enough, the great lady herself was there, sitting beside—what had Carla called him?—Mr. Dashing Pretty Puss. The closer Jazz got, the prettier he looked. Her too. Strange. Usually humans looked more—human up close. You saw the freckles and blemishes. It made them real and charming. These two just stayed beautiful. Flawless skin, glowing hair, and luminous eyes. Lysandra’s nephew turned to look at Jazz, and Jazz saw that his eyes were some shining shade of pale green. Lysandra’s hair was brown mixed with blond, or vice versa, while the guy’s hair was actually very dark brown with deep shades of red, like fire. Jazz wanted to be invisible so he could sit down and stare at the two of them until his eyes bled.

His hands started to tingle and a quiver vibrated up his spine. Totally cray.

Carla grabbed his arm. “Hey. You okay? You got kind of pale.”

He forced a smile. “Just too much hero worship.”

She marched up to the table like the daughter of a governor—one who knew no fear—and stuck out her hand to Lysandra Mason. “Hi. I’m Carla Mendes, and I’m thrilled to meet you.”

“Delighted, Carla.” The smile Lysandra gave her was warm and genuine.

Carla reached back to Jazz. “This is my best friend, Jazz Vanessen. He’s one of your biggest fans.”

Lysandra turned her gaze to Jazz. Whoa. Where her eyes had appeared hazel at a distance, he now saw that they were gold—a pale yellow-gold like some kind of bizarre cat—but beautiful. Those eyes widened a little, probably at his adoring expression. “Hello, Jazz. How lovely to meet you.”

They weren’t words. They were music that filled his head like sweet smoke. He took her offered hand, almost scared he’d get a shock. Instead, her touch might have been more of a mist that slipped into his veins and made his blood dance like champagne.

Her eyes never left his as she shook his hand, then held it a few seconds longer. She finally blinked. “Carla and Jazz, may I present my nephew, Dashiell Mercury. We call him Dash.”

Jazz was scared to look. He might turn to stone. But when he shifted his glance, Dash was staring at him, his gaze focused.

Carla made a slight snorting sound. “Dash Mercury? Planning on giving FedEx some competition?”

Mrs. Mendes said, “Carla, enough of your smart mouth.”

Dash Mercury dragged his eyes from Jazz to look at Carla. And then he did it. He smiled. The seemingly immoveable, perfect face broke out into dimples and smile lines and crinkles.

Jazz’s mouth dropped open again, and he couldn’t get it closed.

“But I only bring the very best stuff to your door.” Dash laughed. If Jazz had expected a silky, even oily, voice, he was surprised to find Dash sounded pretty much like a regular guy. Friendly, casual, teenage. But Jazz’s wolf senses said that this dude was… something else. Human, yes, but unknown. Unexplored. Maybe dangerous.

 

Mark your calendars!!
March 12, 2019

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How About Some DRIVEN SNOW — in French? #Blanccommeneige #TaraLain

Hi — I’m so delighted to tell you that my second Pennymaker Tale, Driven Snow, my homage to Snow White in contemporary gay romance, has been released in French Translation. Blanc Comme Neige just released today in France and last i checked was #3 in fantasy romance in the French Kindle store. You can see it HERE.

This was a fun book to write. Do you realize just how violent Snow White is?! I researched poisons that are undetectable, how to get out of a car underwater, how to fight off a knife attack, and how to bring on anaphylactic shock all for this book. LOL.This is a new adult romance with heroes in college. The chess nerd meets the football quarterback.

If you read in French, check out Blanc Comme Neige. If now, you’ll find Driven Snow HERE.

Big Backlist Weekend with Elisabeth Staab & Tara Lain – 2 Giveaways!

Hi everyone!
Welcome to Big Backlist Weekend! This is a special event I post every month or so where I ask a wonderful author to come and join me in giving away a copy of an ebook from their backlist.

My guest today is Elisabeth Staab. Elisabeth is giving away a copy of By The Rules, the third book in the Evergreen Grove series.

Since Elisabeth’s book is New Adult, i thought i’d add a New Adult book to the BBB and give away Outing the Quarterback. This book was my first foray into sports romance, although in truth, sports play a smallish role. I did have to learn a LOT about football.

Here’s your chance to win one or the other of our books. Just enter on the Rafflecopter below and watch for Big Backlist Weekend with special guests every month.

By the Rules (Evergreen Grove Book 3)
He thinks I want him because of the rumors around town. Because I think he’s easy. I want AJ, because he’s AJ.

No liars. No suits. Absolutely no straight guys…

AJ Fabin’s list of rules keeps him safe. Since getting kicked out of his parents’ home and attacked by a former escorting client, his rules and his life in the tiny town of Evergreen Grove provide a quiet haven. He may be lonely, and he may stick out like a sore thumb, but the folks like him well enough. When he’s not dodging his old pimp, things are peaceful.

Hayden Price is having a quarter-life crisis. Engaged to a woman he can’t connect to and working a job he secretly hates, he comes to Evergreen Grove to help his mother through a health scare. Returning to his childhood home makes Hayden reevaluate a lot of things, including himself. When he meets AJ and finds he can’t stand the mouthy jerk—almost as much as he can’t stop thinking about him—he has a lot more to change than his career.

To be together, they’ll both have to break all of their rules.

By the Rules is book 3 in the Evergreen Grove series, but reads as a standalone.

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Excerpt

 You know that movie where the devastatingly handsome billionaire falls head over heels for the former rent-boy with a heart of gold and they ride off into the sunset with their limo, their unicorn, and a cuddly little bichon?What? Are you kidding? Okay, me neither.

Nobody’s ever gonna make that movie, because nobody would buy the premise. Not even if Julia Roberts does make the prospect look good all kinds of glittery-ever-after on camera. And for real, I’m telling you I could rock a string of diamonds just as well as her (I could!) even if you wouldn’t catch me dead in an evening gown. Or dating a douche who drives a five-speed penis-mobile. Well… maybe it would depend on the penis-mobile.

God bless Richard Gere’s fine ass in a three-piece, though. I may have a rule against dating a guy like him in real life, but there’s nothing wrong with a little fantasy. Like a big ole slab of red velvet cake, it may not be good for you to eat, but looking doesn’t cost any calories.

Rule #1: Keep your distance from rich guys in business attire. They’re sleek, gorgeous, and powerful-looking like jungle cats, and as likely to take a chunk out of you when your back is turned.

 

About the Author

Elisabeth Staab started hunting mutant hedgehogs back in 1842… Oops, wrong bio… Elisabeth Staab digs coffee, saucy stories, and sexy things that go bump in the night. Once, she ate dinner in a jail and liked it. She lives in the Washington DC area with her incredible family and does her best to juggle life while ignoring the laundry.

You can connect with Elisabet at
Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Amazon | Newsletter

 

But Wait! There’s more!!
The At the Stars, the first book in the Evergreen Grove series is FREE! Make sure to grab your copy now!

A GIRL TRYING TO LEAVE HER PAST BEHIND

I was a normal teenager who loved music and dancing, until the day I was attacked in my favorite record store. A few years later when my mom succumbed to depression and took her own life, I couldn’t stay in my hometown with all the memories and the curious stares. I decided to get in my car and just go – except my car decided it was done going outside a tiny place called Evergreen Grove. That’s where I found Jake. Or I guess Jake found me.

A GUY WHO CAN’T LET HIS GO

For the last eight years, all I can think about is the day I ended another man’s life. Then I manage to save Cassie’s, and I feel like maybe I’ve got some kind of second chance. To do what I couldn’t before, or maybe even for something bigger. Something like love. If only I could feel like I deserve her…

At the Stars is a story of lost hope, new beginnings, and found love.

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Outing The Quarterback
(Long Pass Chronicles Series, #1)

Blurb:
Will Ashford lives in two closets. He meets his wealthy father’s goals as both the quarterback for the famous SCU football team and a business major, but secretly he attends art school and longs to live as a painter. And he’s gay. But if he can win the coveted Milton Scholarship for art, he’ll be able to break from his father at the end of his senior year.

In a painting master class, Will meets his divergent opposite, Noah Zajack. A scarred orphan who’s slept on park benches and eaten from trash cans, Noah carefully plans his life and multiple jobs so he has money and time to go to art school. Will’s problems seem like nothing compared to Noah’s. Noah wants the scholarship too and may have a way to get it since the teacher of his class has designs on him, a plan Will isn’t happy about.

When a gossipmonger with a popular YouTube channel finds evidence that Will is gay, the quarterback’s closet doors begin to crumble. Hounded by the press and harassed by other players, Will has to choose. Stay in the closet and keep his family’s wealth, or let the doors fall off and walk out with nothing. Nothing but Noah.

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Excerpt

 “You’re not telling me that your own parents don’t know you’re gay? No way.”

“Way. I’ve never come out to them.”

Noah opened his mouth, then closed it. Being alone looked better and better. “How is that possible? Did you just decide you like guys last week or something?”

“No. I think I pretty much knew when I was twelve.” He smiled. “Our neighbors had a son who was about sixteen. His bedroom was across from mine. I used to peek through the curtains and watch him dress. Watched him jerk off too. Man, he did that a lot.” Will laughed. “I got hard every time, and I ended up beating my meat as much as he did. One day I finally realized that he had a sister who walked around the backyard wearing, like, nothing. I never looked at her, just him. That’s when I got worried.”

Had Noah ever been worried about being gay? Maybe a little. “But you date a girl. I saw you with her hanging all over your body.”

“Yeah. For the last couple years I’ve had sex with girls. I hoped I was bi.” He leaned his elbows on his knees and shook his head. “It doesn’t work very well. I even had to take Viagra once. I finally gave up and broke up with her.”

“When?”

“Today.”

“Jesus.”

He smiled, kind of sad. “Yeah, it’s been a helluva day.”

“So are you going to come out now?”

His golden eyebrows drew tight above that straight nose. So damned Aryan. “I wish I could. No, that’s a lie. I dread the whole thing. But the truth is, if I come out, the whole team takes it in the ass. Other teams will harass me, which means my guys will defend me. Some of them will. And they’ll get suspended for fighting. Anyway, it’s a fucking mess trying to come out in team sports. I’ve got to wait until after I graduate.”

Noah frowned. “If big-time athletes like you never come out, it will never change.”

“I get that and I hate to say this, but I’ve got enough shit in my life without carrying the damned rainbow flag.”

Noah sucked in his breath to call the guy a pussy. And stopped. Coming out had been no big deal for him. Just one more weird thing about weird Noah. No one expected anything different. Will’s life was another whole pile of bullshit. Different but maybe not better. “So why did you come here?”

The green eyes glanced up, then away. “To tell you I didn’t lie to you about my name because I wanted to deceive you. I’m just so deep in lies I can’t see over the top.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you want me to know? Why did you care?” He held his breath.

Will frowned. “Did you just have sex with Masterson?”

What the—? He pushed himself back on the couch. “What the fuck business is that of yours?”

He didn’t look up. “If you’re committed, spoken for, I want to know, that’s all.”

“Nobody speaks for me. I’m committed to no one. And I’ll have sex with whomever I please, got it?”

Will looked up from under his eyebrows, and this time he grinned. “I just wanted to check to see if you were too tired.”

Noah suppressed a snort. “What makes you think I’d want to have sex with you?” He tried to keep his lips from turning up.

“You kissed me, remember?”

The smile must show by now. “What if I didn’t like it?”

“Not an option.”

“You think you’re that good, huh?”

Will steepled his fingers in front of his own smile. “Yep.”

“I might catch girl cooties from you.”

“You’ll have to take that chance.”

Noah cocked his head at the big, handsome quarterback. Did he dare suggest it? Hell, the guy ate painters for breakfast. “There’s just one thing, jockoid.”

“What?”

“I like to top.”

“Oh. My. God.”

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COVER REVEAL! Tara Lain’s TACKLING THE TIGHT END

Tackling The Tight End
(Long Pass Chronicles Series, #3)
By Tara Lain
 
Blurb:
Everyone wants the best for SCU student and tight end, Raven Nez—and they know exactly what that is. Enter the NFL draft, become a big football hero, promote his tribe’s casino, and make a lot of money to help people on the reservation. Just one problem. Raven really wants to work with gay kids, and while he loves his tribe and likes football, his visions for the future don’t mesh with theirs. Then the casino board hires a talented student filmmaker to create ads for the tribal business and asks Raven to work with him. But the filmmaker is Dennis Hascomb, a guy with so much to hide and a life so ugly it’s beyond Raven’s understanding. Still he’s drawn to Dennis’s pain and incredible ability to survive. Captivated by Raven’s stories of the two-spirited and by the amazing joy of finally having a friend, Dennis knows he has to break free from everything he’s ever been taught was good—but that’s a struggle that could kill him and Raven, too. Is there a chance for “the great red hope” and the “whitest guy on earth”? A future for the serpent and the raven?
Release Date: January 15,  2016
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Also available for pre-order in paperback from Dreamspinner Press

Hey everyone! I hope you like my new cover by the fabulous Reese Dante! This is one of my favorite books ever, so hope you enjoy it.  

Excerpt

 

 

Dennis’s heart kept pounding in his throat as he crawled out
of Walt’s car in the parking lot of the burger place and watched Raven’s long
legs emerge from the front seat onto the pavement beside him. Jesus, he was
about to go eat with this guy who looked like a god. Man, that was some kind of
new milestone. He leaned over and peered in the front seat. “Thanks for
driving, Walt. And for including me. Good to meet you.”
“Yeah. Same here.” Walt gave a wave to Raven. “See you
later, lover.” After Raven slammed the door, Walt drove off.
“He seems like a great guy.”
Raven nodded as he walked toward the door of the diner.
“Yeah, he’s the best. Been my friend since we were kids.” All those strong
planes in his face seemed to soften. “Sometimes I’m not sure how I’d get
through a day without Walt.” He pulled his jacket tighter and seemed to shudder
against the breeze. Weird that Dennis wanted to wrap his arms around Raven to
keep him warm. Weirder since he probably couldn’t get his arms halfway around
the guy’s chest.
“But Walt’s not your boyfriend?” He swallowed hard.”
Raven seemed to take a breath. “Uh, no. Just friends.”
“I heard he was your guy.”
He shrugged. “We exaggerate our friendship a little to keep
our families from trying to hook us up. I’d appreciate it if you kept it to
yourself.”
“Sure. No big.” Why did he want to laugh? Maybe just because
Raven Nez trusted him with a secret.
They got inside and were given a booth in the back. Walking
behind Raven, Dennis got to watch people stare. Women’s lips parted and stayed
open like they couldn’t catch their breath. A few people nudged each other,
probably recognizing him from TV or the newspapers. The height, the hair, the
overall gorgeousness. Hell, who wouldn’t stare? They slid onto the bench seats
opposite each other and ordered burgers with fries and Cokes.
Raven smiled. “I really enjoyed getting to see that film in
a new light. You were right. I’d never noticed the complete lack of law in the
film—except for the law of the crooks. But the nihilism thing. I don’t know.
The film is so exuberant and full of fun. I don’t think it says that God or
meaning is dead, you know?”
Dennis grinned. Wow,
Raven got it.
The waitress brought their food, and Dennis dug in. So great
getting to eat something his mother hadn’t cooked, and with another person—kind
of like a friend. Of course, Raven wouldn’t be anything like a friend if he
knew who Dennis was and what he did. He fought a shudder.
Raven took a huge bite, chewed, then tried to talk around his
swallow which was kind of cute. “Butch and Jules get away, don’t they? I mean,
it seemed like they both found something.”
“Yeah, interesting observation. I mean, it’s like one found
God.”
Raven nodded. “And the other found love.”
Together they said, “Same thing.” Raven laughed and spit
some bread on the table. It was fun to see him a little less than cool.
Dennis wiped his mouth with his napkin. “You ever been in
love?”
“Not yet.”
“Is, uh, falling in love with a guy the same as falling in
love with a girl?” He snorted. “Sorry. Dumb question. You just said you’ve
never been in love.”
“And I’ve never been with a girl.”
“No kidding? Not even in high school or anything?”
“No. I knew I was gay when I was little. My grandfather
raised me to accept the idea that some people are two-spirited, so I was
actually excited when I realized I was. I rushed to tell my folks.” He shook
his head. “As you can imagine, they weren’t quite so thrilled.”
“That must have been tough.”
He shrugged, but he didn’t look casual. “My grandfather
intervened and told them stories of the old ways.” He shoved a couple of fries
in his mouth.
“So your grandfather brought your parents around?”
“Not really. They accept my being gay, but they don’t like
it.”
“Hell. Accepting is huge compared to some people I know.” Dennis
shuddered. “So Indians, I mean, Native Americans accepted, uh, homosexuality?”
“Some tribes. It’s not the Native way to deny something out
of existence or make laws against stuff that happens in nature. In some
communities the two-spirited were actually revered and considered closer to
spirit. Of course, often they were more like what we might call transgender.
Not just guys who love guys.”
“Hell, that seems a lot better than being told you’re bad by
your church for something you can’t change.” Jesus, he should change the
subject. This one made him want to cry.
Raven shoved back his empty plate and sipped his Coke.
“Yeah. I volunteer at the Gay Youth Shelter and, man, between their parents
throwing them out and their churches calling them perverts, a lot of those kids
barely escape suicide.” He stared at the dark liquid in his glass. “Some of
them don’t escape.”
“That’s crazy.” So crazy he totally got it.

 

 

The Long Pass Chronicles Series

 

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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Missy Welsh says TAKE YOUR PICK! 5 Heroes to Choose From!

51HzAMemkYL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_Hi! This new novella by Missy Welsh sounds so cute and sexy, i knew you’d want to know about it. So keep reading and be sure to enter on the Rafflecopter! Plus, Missy answers some questions for us and brings a great recipe. Enjoy!

Author Name: Missy Welsh

Book Name: Take Your Pick

 Release Date: October 9, 2015

Author Questions #4

 Today, I’m very lucky to be interviewing Missy Welsh author of Take Your Pick.

Hi, Missy. Thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.

Hello! Thanks so much for hosting me today. I’m not too complicated, addicted to carbs, and I need an app on my phone to yell at me so I work through my to-do list. Sometimes I’m pink and frilly, but mostly I’m denim and bare feet. I’ve worked in membership management, IT, customer service, and marketing, but it’s writing fiction that I truly love.

Take Your Pick is about Peter Kim and his 5 housemates exploring their sexualities in the name of ultimate friendship. See, Pete’s in love with all of them and it’s become a secret he can’t contain any longer. After he’s found out, he’s both thrilled and wary about his housemates’ decision to spend a day with him doing whatever he wants, including sex. Pete’s going to learn a lot about each of them as well as himself by the end of this story.

Open up your recipe box! Give us something that would thrill us.

This is a recipe that I thought my grandmother—in all her amazing wisdom—invented herself… Until I got a look at the back of a Ritz Cracker box. What’s so awesome about this pie is that not one apple was harmed in the making of it, and yet it tastes like an actual apple pie! So not only is it yummy, it’s a fun conversation-starter too.

Mock Apply Pie (Nabisco)

What you’ll need:

Pastry for 2-crust 9-inch pie

36 Ritz Crackers, coarsely broken (about 1.75 cups of crumbs)

1.75 cups water

2 cups sugar

2 teaspoons cream of tartar

2 tablespoons lemon juice

Grated peel of one lemon

2 tablespoons margarine or butter

0.5 teaspoon ground cinnamon

What you’ll do:

Roll out half the pastry and line a 9-inch pie plate. Place the cracker bits in the crust; set aside.

Heat the water, sugar, and cream of tartar to a boil in a saucepan over high heat; simmer for 15 minutes. Add lemon juice and peel; let cool.

Pour the syrup over the cracker bits in the pie plate. Dot with margarine/butter; sprinkle with cinnamon. Roll out remaining pastry; place over pie. Trim, seal, and flute the edges. Slit the top crust to allow for steam escape.

Bake at 425 degrees Fahrenheit for 30-35 minutes or until the crust is crisp and golden brown. Cool completely before cutting.

Makes about 10 servings. Enjoy!

Nutritional Information (per serving):

413 calories, 3g protein, 63g carbs, 17g total fat (3g saturated), 339mg sodium, 0g dietary fiber.

 

Prep time: approx. 45 minutes

Cook time: 30 minutes

Cooling time: approx. 3 hours

TAKE YOUR PICK — Blurb:

Peter Kim has been in love with his five best friends since junior high. Now attending college, they share a house, but none of them know how Pete really feels.

Until the five of them come home early to find Pete masturbating while watching a video of them all on vacation near a river last summer.

Devastated and embarrassed, Pete is sure they’ll kick him out come morning. Accepting him as the only gay one among them is one thing, but knowing he lusts after them? All of them? They couldn’t possibly accept that.

But when Pete wakes up the next morning, he’s shocked to discover his housemates have a proposition for him. He’ll choose one of them each day, and they promise to do whatever he wants—including sex—for a full twelve hours.

And, yeah, they’re serious.

Excerpt:

I watched them pile into the behemoth Devon’s mom had loaned for tonight’s trip up to Cleveland. They all looked good in their club clothes. Nothing flashy or too tight, but I’d spread some fashion sense around and they’d believed me every time. Not a single girl would be able to resist my boys.

Of course, there would be plenty of boys who’d be unable to resist them either.

Just like me.

I waved as they drove off, equal parts relieved and lonely. I didn’t want to let them go without me, but I had been wound way too tight lately. I had on one other piece of clothing—the tightest pair of briefs I owned—just to help mask the boner I kept springing every time I’d been near them for the past three days.

Something had to give, and it was going to happen in a gush of orgasmic heat all over my fist.

 Buy the book:

Amazon—http://amzn.to/1Jup0Tg

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Meet Missy Welsh:

Missy Welsh stares into space a lot, has conversations with cats, takes notes while people-watching, records conversations (not the ones with cats), named her laptop Norbert and her phone Pushkin, has backups of her backups’ backups, faints at the sight of a misused semi-colon, and will often ask socially unacceptable questions of strangers.

Basically, she’s a writer.

 Where to find Missy Welsh:

Facebook: http://on.fb.me/175mi7V

Twitter: http://bit.ly/1EiCGVk

Missy Welsh Book News (email list), http://bit.ly/1coHgOY

All Romance eBooks Author Page, http://bit.ly/1VanTjS

Amazon Author Page, http://amzn.to/P6ilxR

 Goodreads Link: http://bit.ly/175mtjK

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OUTING THE QUARTERBACK is Audio!

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I’m happy to announce the release of OUTING THE QUARTERBACK, the first book in my Long Pass Chronicles, in audio format. If you like to listen to books, my publisher Dreamspinner Press, does a really great job with audio production.

You’ll find the audio book HERE.

And just to whet your whistle a little, here’s an excerpt from OUTING THE QUARTERBACK!

Teaser #3Will Ashford lives in two closets. He meets his wealthy father’s goals as both the quarterback for the famous SCU football team and a business major, but secretly  he attends art school and longs to live as a painter. And he’s gay. But if he can win the coveted Milton Scholarship for art, he’ll be able to break from his father at the end of his senior year.

In a painting master class, Will meets his divergent opposite, Noah Zajack. A scarred orphan who’s slept on park benches and eaten from trash cans, Noah carefully plans his life and multiple jobs so he has money and time to go to art school. Will’s problems seem like nothing compared to Noah’s. Noah wants the scholarship too and may have a way to get it since the teacher of his class has designs on him, a plan Will isn’t happy about.

When a gossipmonger with a popular YouTube channel finds evidence that Will is gay, the quarterback’s closet doors begin to crumble. Hounded by the press and harassed by other players, Will has to choose. Stay in the closet and keep his family’s wealth, or let the doors fall off and walk out with nothing. Nothing but Noah.     

Will’s eyes moved past the teacher. Lots of easels, students already working, supplies all over the place and—holy shit.

The artist’s model sat naked on a small platform in the middle of the room. But not just no-clothes-on naked. We were talking gleaming, pale beige skin, shining hair, and hard-as-stone butt-cheeks naked.

Will’s deprived cock did a happy dance.

The model’s back—read, bare ass—faced Will while his graceful spine curved away.

The beast in Will’s pants started to grow.

The guy’s long brown hair flowed over his shoulders and outlined his profile, perfectly presented to Will’s artist eye. High-bridged nose, prominent cheekbones, pointed chin.

The damned traitor prick pushed so hard against Will’s zipper he probably had teeth marks on his cockhead. Why was it every time he decided to go straight, some cosmic joker had to twiddle his fucking finger and prove beyond a shadow that William Elliott Ashford III was as gay as a circus tent? Shit!

“Are you in this class?”

Will focused his eyes back on Masterson and clasped his hands in front of his crotch, still holding his tackle box. “Yes, sir. Sorry I’m late. Traffic.”

Masterson glanced at Will’s folded hands and sucked on his cheek like he was trying not to laugh. “Name?”

Will shifted to get the animal to go back in its cave, but no matter how hard Masterson stared at Will, the model still sat there in all his fucking glory. “Will Smith, sir.”

Masterson glanced at a paper on his desk, made a check mark, and pointed toward an empty easel with a folding table beside it and a rickety chair. “There’s a place in the back, William.”

“Will.”

The man smiled and the lean, almost harsh face softened. “Will. Made any good movies lately?”

Oh my, so very original. Will smiled. “Yeah.”

Masterson waved his hand toward the easel and looked at the model. “You can move, Noah.”

Will walked back to the empty place. Do not stare at that guy. Don’t stare. His name is Noah. Noah.

Weird. Usually life models were “interesting” looking, for lack of a better word. Fat or craggy, old, and character-filled. Not perfect, smooth beauties like this guy.

Will set his tackle box on the floor, opened it, and pulled out brushes. Masterson walked up beside him with a canvas. “This is gessoed already so you won’t have to waste any time.”

Will set it on the easel. “Thanks.”

Masterson crossed his arms. “I’ve seen the work you submitted when you applied for the master class. Promising.”

Wow. Music to his ears. “Thank you, sir.”

Masterson grinned. Who knew dimples could live in cheeks that thin? “Try Dwight so I don’t feel so old.”

Will smiled. “Thanks, Dwight. I wouldn’t want to suggest something that’s not true.”

The instructor winked at him and walked back to the beat-up desk in the corner. Winked. Will had read that Masterson was gay. Had the teacher just been flirting with him? Or shit, maybe he’d been coming on to Masterson. When you spent your life in the closet, every interaction was a fucking minefield.

Will sat in the chair and looked up at the model. His breath caught. No way. The beautiful guy had repositioned himself and now sat facing Will, his legs crossed, leaning forward with his arm resting on his thigh. Everything shimmery and perfect—if you didn’t count the six-inch scar that ran from the right corner of his mouth up to the edge of his very blue eye. It skipped the eye miraculously and continued above it on his forehead, disappearing into his hair. The puckered skin pulled that eye closed a slight bit more than the other. Funny. Without it, the kid would have looked almost too angelic. As it was, the eye gave him a permanent touch of cynicism. Yeah, anybody who’d picked up that badge of courage in his life deserved to be a cynic.

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CANNING THE CENTER by Tara Lain is RELEASED! Prizes!

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Canning The Center
(Long Pass Chronicles, #2)
By Tara Lain
 
Blurb:
Six foot seven inch, 300 pound Jamal Jones loves football, so when he finds out the ultra-conservative owner of his new pro football team fired their current center because he’s gay, bisexual Jamal decides to stay in the closet and hang with the females. Then, at a small drag show, he comes face-to-face with his sexual fantasy in the form of Trixie LaRue, a drag queen so exquisitely convincing she scrambles Jamal’s hormones — and his resolve to nurse his straight side.
Trevor Landry, aka Trixie LaRue, hides more than his genitals. A mathematician so brilliant he can’t be measured, Trevor disguises his astronomical IQ and his quirk for women’s clothes behind his act as a gay activist undergrad at Southern California University.
To Trevor, Jamal is the answer to a dream — a man who can love and accept both his personas. When he discovers Jamal’s future is threatened if he’s seen with a guy, Trevor becomes Trixie to let Jamal pass as straight. But Trevor risks his position every time he puts on a dress. Is there a closet big enough to hold a football pro and a drag queen?
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Excerpt

 

Trevor stuck out a
hand. “My name’s Trevor. Pleased to meet you.”
Jamal reached out to
take the offered handshake and—whoops! In one gentle pull on Trevor’s arm that
clearly required no effort on Jamal’s part, Trevor was up against that huge
chest. “I’m Jamal. I don’t mean to be presumptuous. Just tell me to stop. But
if I don’t kiss you again soon, I’m a dead man.”
Trevor smiled up
into those dark brown eyes. “I would never want to be accused of murder.”
Such full, full
lips. They moved slowly down, down to Trevor’s. The first touch sent a flash
like lightning through every nerve, and he shivered.
Jamal pulled back.
“Cold?”
“Quite the
contrary.” He wrapped his arms tightly around the bunny’s neck.
Invitation
delivered. Jamal’s mouth closed over Trevor’s. Those lips were just as soft as
they looked, but not as silky as the tongue that slipped into his mouth. Oh my,
a girl could get drunk on this sweetness. Trevor opened and received, allowing
exploration—and sharing it. His poor abused cock, which had spent a couple of
hours locked between his asscheeks, wanted to stretch in a whole new direction.
Sweet God, he hadn’t throbbed like this in ages. One leg crawled up Jamal’s ass
all by itself—and it was a long way up. Too far to get his bulge anywhere near
its rightful companion. His eyes popped open. “Well, damn. Not much chance of
sexing you up unless we’re lying down.”
Jamal chuckled. “Oh
no, sweet thing, there are advantages to all these muscles.”
He picked Trevor up
under the butt. Yes! Contact.
Trevor looked into
those melted chocolate eyes. “I am estimating your equipment fully matches in
size the other proportions of your body?” He wrapped his legs around Jamal’s
surprisingly narrow waist.
Instead of getting
all peacocky like he had the right to, Jamal kind of blushed. “Yeah. Sorry.”
“Surely you jest.”
He grinned, but he
was breathing hard. “So you don’t mind big all over?”
“Not one little
bit.”
Jamal rode Trev up
and down against his cock. Oh God, that felt so good. Trevor never had decent
sex because he had this reputation to uphold, and Trixie never had sex at all.
Jesus, that added up to one crappy sex life. But the bunny was like a world in
the middle. With Jamal, for the first time, he got to be both Trevor and Trixie
and that was whole and perfect and hot! “You might want to stop unless you
would enjoy watching me wash these jeans.”
“Better yet, how
about I take you out and we get to know each other before I quit football and
take up fucking you full time?”
Who could laugh at a
time like this? But he still did. He hugged that big, muscular frame tight and
rubbed his cock against Jamal’s huge bulge until they were both gasping. “No.
No, I think you better write the resignation letter.”
“Deal. But I could
take us out for root beer floats first.”
Trevor stopped. “I
love root beer.”
Jamal held him
still, their cocks still squashed in bliss. “You’re kidding. No one likes root
beer but me.”
“I do. It’s my
favorite.”
“There’s this
diner—”

“Okay, fuck sex. I
need a root beer float and a hamburger.”

 



About the Author


Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 23. Her best­selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft. She lives with her soul­mate husband and her soul­mate dog in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town where she sets a lot of her books. Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!

You can find Tara at

               
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