Best Gay Book of the Year #2 Winner! Fool of Main Beach. #RainbowAwards

Hi everyone — I’m so thrilled to share than my Love in Laguna novel, Fool of Main Beach, took second place as Gay Book of the Year in the Rainbow Awards. This international contest recognizes excellence in LGBT literature of all types. The book  took second place in the Best Contemporary Romance Category and then followed up as second in the overall Best Book. There are hundreds of books in this contest and i was floored to be told about the win.

Thank you to Elisa Rolle who volunteers hundreds of hours of work a year to make this contest possible and to raise thousands of dollars for LGBT charities. And thank you to all the judges who said such kind things about Fool of Main Beach. To read an except of the book, Click HERE.

A Pinnacle of Balls — Get Ready! #TaraLain #BallstotheWall

Hi – -If you’ve read any of the Balls books, heard about them, or considered reading them, listen up. A highpoint is coming for the beautiful boys ofLaguna Beach. You may know that i wrote the first book in this series, Volley Balls, in 2011. I never thought of it as the first book in its own series. In fact, it was written as a book in a multi-author series for my publisher at the time. It did well, but it was the existence of a fantastic character who readers loved — Rodney Mansfield — that actually persuaded me to write book 2, Fire Balls. Fire Balls was one of the top sellers in gay romance in 2012 and a series was born. Beach Balls came next and then Snow Balls, both in 2012. Snow Balls was also a huge bestseller, so i went on to write FAST Balls in 2013. FAST Balls was Jerry’s story, another favorite reader character, and that felt like the end of the series. Fans have continued to read the books and ask about them, but i moved on to other series and other characters.

Then this year, my publisher Dreamspinner Press, contracted the re-release of the 5 book series and i got inspired to write some more Balls books and to go back and rewrite the old ones where i felt it was needed. It’s been a fun year. Starting in January 2017 through this month, the whole series has re-released. Volley Balls was completely rewritten to include more of the romance between Edge with David and Gareth. Fire Balls wasn’t changed a lot since its so much a favorite, but i added quite a few more scenes to Beach Balls and FAST Balls. Then this past October, I released a brand new book in the series — High Balls.  I had so much fun writing High Balls I decided to tell another Balls story, the book about the twins, Robin and Bobby. That book is called Bleu Balls and it comes out in January, after Snow Balls re-releases this week with new scenes. Bleu Balls is the first full length novel in the series.

I have to say that JJ in Snow Balls is a favorite character of mine Release is only a couple days away and you can now buy it at AMAZON.

So anyone who hasn’t read the series can in fact start anywhere and read all the books (7) if they want to as of next month. Big Balls fans have new books to keep them smiling. Will there be more Balls books? We’ll see. Those boys are always hollering for more stories. Have any faves you want to have happily ever aftered?

 

8 Days Until SNOW BALLS! #gayromance #taralain

Is it always wrong to pretend to be Mr. Right?

Hi – –

Hope you had a wonderful holiday if you’re in the US and a fine weekend. I just want to remind you that December 6th is the re-release of Snow Balls, one of the most popular books in the Balls to the Wall series. This charming, opposites attract story brings together JJ who looks like a hunky alpha, but is really a femme, and Ryan, the tough, taciturn copy who JJ falls for. To win Ryan, JJ pretends to be what he looks like – -a sports loving, guy’s guy. You can pre-order it now at Dreamspinner Press and Kobo and it will soon be at Amazon and iBooks! To read an excerpt, click HERE.

Meanwhile, here are a couple snippets to whet your appetite. : )

Top 10 “Opposites Attract” Films — Tara’s Fave! #tropes

Hi —
If you’ve read any of my books, you know i love the opposites attract trope and have used it in many, many books. Some of my most popular novels — Fire Balls, Knight of Ocean Avenue, Outing the Quarterback, The Pack or the Panther, Cowboy’s Don’t Ride Unicorns, and many others are based on this trope. I found this  video showing the Top 10 Opposites Attract films so i was interested. I really agree with a few of them and think some of them wouldn’t appear on my Top 10 list of anything, but i thought i’d share it and see if you agree.

What do you think? Are those the 10 opposites attract films you’d choose?

My next release fits totally into this trope. Never is a contemporary gay romance homage to Peter Pan, and as such brings together the totally serious and responsible Wendell Darling and the flighty, irresponsible Peter Panacheck. Hope you love it. It releases on Nov 3rd, this week. Also, the first three books in the series are available on SuperSale, so use this chance to grab them wherever you shop. :  )

Tara Lain’s Cowboys are 30% OFF! #DreamspinnerPress

Hi —

What a great sale. Dreamspinner Press is offering 30% off of all their Cowboy romances — and that includes two of mine. If you haven’r read them yet, this is a great time to give them a try.

Cowboys Don’t Come Out is a unique story of a California cowboy who goes to Hawaii for a vacation with his parents and meets a Hawaiian paniolo, the Hawaiian cowboys. In fact, Hawaii had cowboys before the mainland, so it’s an interesting tradition. Both men have lots to hide plus the fact that one is just a tourist makes romance seem unlikely — but never fear. Great time to grab the book at 30% off! HERE

Cowboys Don’t Ride Unicorns matches a hunky bullrider and the most femme of femmes — who also happens to be a top in bed. That combo is rare as a unicorn! The story of Danny and Laurie is a lot of fun with some angst along the way. While characters from the first book show up in this one, it can be read as a stand alone with no problem. Grab it at 30% off HERE.

To read excerpts from these two books, just click on the titles. They are also available in paperback and in audio as well as translations.

New Release! HIGH BALLS by Tara Lain and Enter to Win! #new #BallsstotheWall

Sometimes only the wrong guy can bring the 
right happy ever after.

Hi everyone — I’m so thrilled to be able to announce the release of High Balls. As you may know, this is the first entirely new book in the popular Balls to the Wall series since 2013. Volley Balls is mostly new, but this one is a brand new story and set of heroes. I had a blast revisiting my ballsy guys and weaving their lives into the love story of Theodore and Snake. I hope you love it — and be sure to enter to win! HUGS!

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High Balls
(Balls To The Wall Series #6 )
by Tara Lain
 
Blurb:
Though only twenty-six, single father Theodore Walters lives with his head in the clouds and his feet firmly planted in reality. At the center of his life is Andy, his seven-year-old son, with whom he shares no DNA, though nobody—including his religious-fanatic in-laws—knows that, and Theodore will do anything to keep them from finding out. Theodore works hard to get his PhD and the tenure and salary that might follow to make a better life for Andy—but the head of his department thinks his dissertation on Jane Austen and romance novels is frivolous.
Theodore’s carefully planned life goes off the rails when he walks into a popular Laguna Beach bar and meets the bartender, “Snake” Erasmo, a pierced and tattooed biker who sends Theodore’s imagination—and libido—soaring. Snake has even more secrets than Theodore and couldn’t be a less “appropriate” match, but he might be the only guy with the skills to show Theodore that happily-ever-after is for real.

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Excerpts

 

A second later in his bedroom, as Theodore stood in his boxer briefs staring at his minimal wardrobe, Andy stuck his head in the door. “Hiya, Dad.”

“Hi.”

“Whatcha doing?”

“Trying to figure out what to wear.”

He wandered in and plopped on the unmade bed. “You got a date?”

“Uh, kind of. I mean, yes.”

“So what kind of guy is he?”

“What do you mean?” Was his son checking his date’s résumé?

“You know, is he, like, really conservative—I don’t mean, like, Republican, I mean, does he wear ties and stuff? Or is he, like, ace?”

“Ace?”

“Uh, like, rad, cool?”

“Definitely cool.”

“Okay.” He flipped on his stomach and pointed toward the closet. “Black jeans.”

Theodore pulled his one good pair from the hanger and slid them on.

“Excellent. Now white shirt.”

“Really? Isn’t that kind of conservative?”

“No, you gotta trust me.”

“Okay.” He shrugged on the shirt. “Do I tuck it in?”

“Of course. Black belt.”

He did as instructed. Had to admit those jeans did show off his ass and the shirt made him look more mature and a bit—well, cool.

“Okay, now take the vest you wear to work.”

“You mean, like, a suit vest?”

“Yeah.”

“Which one? I have two.”

“Let me look.” He hopped to a cross-legged position as Theodore held up his navy blue vest and his tan vest.

“That one.” He pointed toward the tan.

“You sure?” Andy nodded. Hell, humor the kid. I can take it off later. He slid on the vest and—son of a bitch if it didn’t look bitchin’. “Hey, good job, this looks—” He grinned. “—ace.”

“Told ya.”

Theodore sat on the edge of the bed next to his fashion consultant. “I won’t be real late, but go to bed on time for Jillian so you can get up and be smart tomorrow. How’s your homework?” Personally he thought they gave second graders too much, but he didn’t want to have Andy falling behind.

“I’ve got a lot done.”

“Ask Jillian to check it over when you’re finished, okay? If you need me, call me.”

“Sure. Have a good time with the ace.” He flashed his little teeth with the big gap in the middle.

“I will, derp.” He kissed Andy’s nose.

“Dad, nobody says that. Especially not grown-ups.”

“How could someone so hopelessly uncool have such an awesome son?”

“Good question.”

 

 

“Mr. Walters, please explain the methodology of your research.”

And so it began. The words flowed across his tongue—the thousands of questionnaires and over a hundred personal interviews showing the education, expertise, and experience of romance writers, their use and extension of techniques pioneered by Austen and other major literary figures. He discussed tropes and their application in so called “fine” literature as well as genre fiction. Quoting verbatim from scholars he’d interviewed, he showed how many academics dismissed romance fiction purely because of its association with female readers.

Dr. Willamette said, “How large is the romance market, Mr. Walters?” She actually seemed interested.

“It’s a moving target and difficult to pin down due to the vastness and fluidity of the ebook market, but well over a billion dollars, for sure. It’s the largest book market in the world by double over the next genre.”

“Oh my. Wouldn’t it be nice to bring those people more actively into the field of literature? More teachers and more students?” She smiled.

“My point exactly.”

Ashworth sputtered, “You want to bring these illiterate, uncultured old maids and housewives into the literary tent? You must be joking.”

Dr. Willamette’s face fell, and Theodore worked to ungrit his teeth.

Dr. T. tried to keep the tone upbeat, but every time Mr. Karl or Dr. Willamette asked a good question or seemed to show interest in his research, Ashworth would find a way to belittle their opinions. They practically shrank in their seats. The chances they’d stand up to the chairman? Zilch.

Theodore kept fighting, but he felt like a salmon on a dammed-up stream.

Dr. T. said, “Why did you undertake this research, Mr. Walters? What do you feel it contributes to the future of literature?”

Theodore gazed at the carpet for a minute. “When my wife was dying, I would read to her. Classics and current literary fiction felt so cold and helpless in the face of death. Only love prevailed. So I bought a romance novel, just for diversion. I was amazed at the true literary value the book possessed. I tried another and another. Yes, I found bad ones, but then that can be said of any type of literature. Gradually I came to realize that what I’d been taught about romance fiction was bull. Here were truly gifted writers, more of them than in any other type of fiction, toiling away with not only no recognition, but also actual denigration, and still producing exceptional work. I decided to find out why.”

He looked up at each member of the panel, even the sneering Ashworth. “I think if I can encourage or inspire even one of these excellent authors to persevere and have some of their work recognized, my research will have succeeded.”

Dr. T. said, “Thank you, Theodore. I wish to add that the dissertation reader agrees with Mr. Walters. She states that the paper has done more to legitimize one of the most popular forms of world fiction than anything she’s seen. She highly recommends the paper for publication.” He looked down the panel. “If there are no more questions, Mr. Walters can go and we can determine the time for our deliberation.”

Ashworth said, “I have one more. Walters, do you really expect us to take this dissertation seriously?”

Theodore stood. “Yes, sir, I do.” He looked down the table. “Thank you all for your consideration.” He turned and walked from the room with a straight spine.

 

 “Dad?”Snake whispered, “Showtime.” He stood.

Teddy looked up and rose.

Andy rubbed his eyes and his nose. “How come you guys are on the floor?”

Teddy smiled and picked up Andy. “I was just surprised and unhappy when Snake told me what your grandparents did.”

“Yeah.” He snuffled and snuggled into his dad’s shoulder.

Teddy sat on the couch and settled Andy on his lap. Snake started to sit in the chair across from them, but Andy looked up. “Snake? Will you sit by me?”

“Sure, buddy.” He glanced at Teddy, who looked up quickly and then away. Snake sat beside Teddy, who held Andy in his arms. Snake took Andy’s feet.

Teddy started to rock him. “So you know about babies coming from mommies, right?”

“Sure.”

“Moms might have different possible dads around before their baby is born, but after the baby is born, the mom might choose a dad.” He looked at Snake, pleading in his eyes.

Snake picked up the thread. “It could be that the dad the mom chooses isn’t the same dad that actually caused the baby in the first place. But that doesn’t matter.”

“Right.” Teddy kissed Andy’s hair. “You mom chose me, and we got married right away, and I was there the whole time you were in her tummy, and I saw you get born and loved you when you were barely an idea.”

Snake blinked hard. “That guy who came to talk to you might have caused the baby, but then he was gone, and he never married your mom or helped her or saw you born or raised you—or loved you. So guess who your dad is?”

Andy tightened his grip on Teddy. “Daddy is my dad.”

“Ding, ding, ding, ding. Give the prize to Andy Walters!”

Andy was quiet for a minute. “But that guy caused me?”

Teddy’s chest rose and fell. “He might have, sweetheart.”

Andy sat back and stared at Teddy with his brows scrunched over his nose. “You didn’t cause me ’cause you don’t like girls, right?”

Snake bit the inside of his cheek.

Teddy smiled. “Kind of. I actually loved your mom a lot. She was my best friend. And when she told me she was going to have a baby, I said maybe I could be the dad. She loved that idea, and we had such a good time raising you.”

“Wish I remembered her better.”

Snake had to look away or Andy might see the tears pushing out of his eyes.

“She loved you so much. Just like I do.” Teddy hugged him tight.

 

 

The Balls to the Wall Series


Volley Balls
Bk #1

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Fire Balls
Bk #2

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Beach Balls
Bk #3

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FAST Balls
Bk #5

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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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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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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.

 

Love in Laguna Series
Bk #1

 

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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.

Eyeball Feast! FOOL OF MAIN BEACH by Tara Lain #bestseller #loveinlaguna #preorder

Hi– Fool of Main Beach is coming!! And it’s already a bestseller at Dreamspinner Press and Amazon. If you move fast, you can preorder it today (Sunday August 13th) at 30% Off HERE. Here are a few little nibbles from the book —

If you’d like to read an excerpt, Click HERE. And be sure to stop by tomorrow and see the yummylicious new cover for Cataclysmic Shift!!

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.