Big Backlist Weekend with KC Burn & Tara Lain #2giveaways #Romance

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 my dear friend, KC Burn! I just got to hang out with her at RT and had such a good time. Kc is also a brilliant writer and one of her most popular books ever is North on Drummond. I think you’ll see why.

I’m giving away an ebook copy of Brush With Catastrophe, the second book in the The Aloysius Tales Series. I loved writing this book because it involves a geeky nerd, a favorite type of hero for me, and he’s an artist. Some of my most loved heroes are artists. I studied both painting and collage and love bringing those details to my stories.

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.

 

North on Drummond
by K.C. Burn

Blurb: 
Sandy Bottom Bay, Florida – Come for the Haunts, Stay for the Beaches! Drew Drummond might call himself a psychic tarot reader, but he doesn’t believe in the supernatural. The business was left to him by his grandmother, and seemed the best way to rise above the chronic criminal behavior of the Drummond family. Despite his efforts, few of the townspeople consider him a good romantic match. Being gay only makes finding love more difficult. When Cliff Garcia, Drew’s teenaged crush, moves back to town and joins the police force, Drew doesn’t think he has a chance. After all, the skeptical cop considers Drew’s profession on par with professional con men, and Cliff had spent his entire school career feuding with Drew’s volatile brothers. Despite the obstacles, Drew and Cliff begin a fiery relationship. Just when Drew starts to believe they might have a chance, he suffers a head injury and begins having visions of the future. If Drew tells Cliff the truth, he’ll lose the man he’s falling for, but keeping his new ability a secret is no longer an option. If he can’t convince Cliff he’s for real, a murderer will walk free.

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Excerpt

 A rapping sound, subtly different than the constant throb in his head, caught Drew’s attention. Was someone knocking at his kitchen door?

“Is anyone here? Drew? Kyle?”

Ah, so Cliff was here. Drew waited a moment, but he didn’t hear Kyle respond.

Drew pulled in a deep breath and forced himself to project his voice. “Come on in. The door’s open.”

Or he assumed it was. When he was home, he didn’t usually lock the door. Not only did he have very little worth stealing, no one in town was that stupid. Despite last night’s fiasco, his brothers were very protective of him, and from the explanations he’d been given, his concussion was a result of that. An accident of timing. Probably a good one, truth be told. Brett Cavanagh with a broken jaw would mean jail time for one or both of his brothers, whereas Drew with a concussion had been able to keep them safe. Although he still suspected there would be some harsh words exchanged next time Cliff came across either of them.

A muffled thump and a squeak told Drew Cliff had placed something heavy on the floor next to the kitchen table.

“Where are you?”

It was a good question. Where was Kyle? How long did it take to get rid of a client?

“In here.” This time Drew’s voice was quieter.

Cliff peered into the bathroom like he was doing a perp check— was that even what it was called? He’d only ever seen it on Law & Order when the cops busted into some suspect’s home; he’d never seen firsthand what happened when any of his relatives had been arrested.

In seconds, the wary cop became the concerned cop as Cliff knelt beside Drew.

“Are you okay? Did you fall? How’s your vision? I can call an ambulance.”

The barrage of questions had Drew blinking in shock, unable to answer any questions fast enough, but he reached out a hand to stop Cliff from pulling out a cell phone.

“I’m fine.” Drew let out a chuckle but stifled it quickly. “I just stopped here to rest a bit in the cool, and then I guess I dozed off.”

“And Kyle left you here like that?” Anger made Cliff scowl, and like a flash of lightning, Drew had his first insight into Cliff the man. One he should have twigged to earlier, but morphine was going to be the scapegoat for a lot of things. Cliff had a temper. Drew didn’t recall seeing signs of it in the teenaged Cliff, nor did he feel at all threatened, but a temper. He’d have to remember that.

“Well, he can’t exactly lift me up.”

Cliff’s scowl eased up not at all. “Then he should have texted me instead of going off God knows where and leaving you here on the floor.”

Another laugh escaped, and this one didn’t feel like knives dancing in his brain, which was a big improvement. “God and I happen to know he’s just in the front room, getting rid of a walk-in client. He’s coming right back.”

“Oh.” This time Cliff’s angry expression faded. “A client. Funny, I guess I never asked what you do for a living.”

Drew had no trouble interpreting the odd grimace on Cliff’s face. He’d seen it more than once. What did a Drummond do for a living aside from lie around drinking beer, or stealing shit and causing trouble?

About The Author

KC Burn has been writing for as long as she can remember and is a sucker for happy endings (of all kinds). After moving from Toronto to Florida for her husband to take a dream job, she discovered a love of gay romance and fulfilled a dream of her own — getting published. After a few years of editing web content by day, and neglecting her supportive, understanding hubby and needy cat at night to write stories about men loving men, she was uprooted yet again and now resides in California. Writing is always fun and rewarding, but writing about her guys is the most fun she’s had in a long time, and she hopes you’ll enjoy them as much as she does.

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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….”

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Big Backlist Weekend with Jennae Vale and Tara Lain #2giveaways #Historical #paranormalromance

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 Jennae Vale! A BRIDGE THROUGH TIME is the first book in the The Thistle & Hive Series. If you love sexy highlanders and time travel, then this is the series for you! I’m giving away an ebook copy of SPELL CAT, which is paranormal romance about witches in New York. Since Jennae’s book is historical time travel and my sexy witch is a history teacher who teaches about the witch trials I thought we could pair them up.

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.

A Bridge Through Time
(Thistle & Hive Series, Bk #1)
by Jennae Vale

Blurb:
Ashley Moore’s life in San Francisco has hit a few snags, not the least of which involves sightings of a mystery man around every corner. Is she losing her mind or does he really exist? Her search for this grey-eyed stranger leads her to Scotland. There she meets a witch with a secret, a vindictive English knight who is bent on revenge, and she crosses a fog shrouded bridge into the arms of a 16th century Highlander.

Cailin MacBayne is no stranger to beautiful women, but has always managed to stay one step ahead of commitment. That all comes to an end when he meets Ashley. He doesn’t care where this beautiful, yet unusual lass came from, he’s just happy to have found her. Ashley cannot resist the handsome Scot and finds herself falling hopelessly in love. In the process, a secret is revealed, a battle is waged and Ashley must ultimately decide whether to return to her own time or give up her 21st-century life to stay with the love she has found in the past.

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Excerpt

 

“Ashley, love.” Grey Eyes was calling her. “Where are ye? I’m waiting. Hurry.” He held his hand out to her, his eyes telling her something was wrong. She struggled to make her way through the invisible wall which held her back, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get to him, and as usual, he disappeared.

Ashley jolted upright, with her heart pounding in her chest and a sense of urgency she hadn’t felt before. His appearance was different this time. It left her feeling uneasy and anxious. Get a grip; it was just a… a what? What was it and why did it feel so real? Why did she feel such a connection to this man?

As Ashley prepared for her hike, her mind kept returning to the same questions. Could she possibly find him? Or had she gone completely stark, raving mad?This is getting you nowhere, Ashley; you have plans for the day. Besides, she’d have plenty of time to think about it on the hike, and she was anxious to begin. She was experiencing the same urgent pull, which had brought her all the way from California to Glendaloch.

Downstairs, Edna greeted Ashley with her usual exuberance. “Good morning, dear. Would you like something to eat before your hike?”

“I’m not very hungry this morning. I ate too much good food last night.” Ashley smiled and patted her belly.

“Well, I’ve packed you a bag to take with you, and as I promised, there’s plenty in there for you to snack on once you’ve walked off last night’s dinner.”

Ashley had expected a small lunch sack, so she was quite surprised to see a backpack sitting on the front desk instead.

“I know it seems a bit much, but I wanted you to be prepared for anything that might come up,” Edna continued.

Ashley didn’t want to seem ungrateful, so she thanked Edna, grabbed the backpack, and walked to the door, with the older woman

following close behind. When they exited the building, Edna pointed down the street. “Just past the last building down there on the left, is a path that goes out into the countryside. Just stay on it and you won’t get lost.”

“Thank you, I’m excited to start exploring.” Ashley was about to walk away when Edna grabbed her and pulled her into a hug.

“You’re a very special young lady, Ashley.”

Ashley had the distinct impression Edna was saying goodbye to her for the last time. She didn’t know how to respond, so she gave Edna a small wave and headed off towards the edge of town, with a prickle of apprehension running up her spine.

 About The Author

Jennae Vale is a best selling author of romance with a touch of magic. As a history buff from an early age, Jennae often found herself day-dreaming in history class – wondering what it would be like to live in the places and time periods she was learning about. Writing time travel romance has given her an opportunity to take those daydreams and turn them into stories to share with readers everywhere.
Originally from the Boston area, Jennae now lives in the San Francisco Bay area, where some of her characters also reside. When Jennae isn’t writing, she enjoys spending time with her family and her pets, and daydreaming, of course.

 

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Spell Cat
by Tara Lain

Blurb:

When Killian Barth, history professor, meets Blaine Genneau, quantum physicist, they ignite their own big bang. But Killian can’t pursue a physics professor—or a human. As the most powerful male witch in ten generations, Killian must bolster his dying race by reproducing—despite the fact that he’s gay.

Even a fling with Blaine is out of the question, because Killian has been told sex with humans drains his power. But if that’s true, why can young human Jimmy Janx dissolve spoons with the power of his mind? If Killian can sort through the lies he’s been fed, he’ll still face his biggest obstacle — convincing rational scientist Blaine to believe in magic.

With his ancient and powerful cat familiar, Aloysius, on his shoulder, Killian brings the lightning against deceit and greed to save Blaine from danger and prove love is the greatest power of them all.

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Excerpt

He looked around and spotted the City Hall building a block away. That’s right; there’s a park there. He walked toward it, moving past the tall buildings and late-afternoon pedestrians. Inside the park, he stopped. Blaine sat on a park bench. Killian just wanted to stare at him. So beautiful. Not that perfect kind of beautiful like Moran. Blaine looked… what? Smart as hell, yes. Free, self-actuating, brave. That was a kind of beauty no picture-perfection could match. Oh gods, I love the way the black-rimmed glasses sit on his high-bridged nose.

Blaine looked up as if he’d felt Killian staring at him. Goal achieved. He looked entranced without benefit of spells.

Killian paused. It wasn’t without benefit of spells. The man was righteously bespelled. He took a breath. But at least he had Blaine for now.

He walked toward Blaine, putting a little extra sway in his walk.

The green eyes shone. “You look beautiful.”

Killian smiled. “Thank you. I wanted to be fitting of your surprise, whatever it may be. You look pretty yummy yourself.” It was true. Blaine was usually very casual, but he’d made an extra effort today. Freshly washed jeans, a white shirt, and a dark sport coat. What was the occasion?

Blaine looked up at Killian’s shoulder. “Hi, Al. Good to see you, buddy.”

“Merwaor.”

Blaine glanced at his watch. Hmm. Was he taking Killian to a show? Maybe he had a restaurant reservation. He patted the bench. “Come sit down.”

Killian sat. Curiosity gnawed. He glanced around the park for a clue. “I hardly ever come here. I forget what a great building the City Hall is.” He looked at Blaine. “Are we going on a tour?”

“Not exactly, but there is another building I want to show you, I hope in a few minutes.” Blaine’s eyes crinkled. He looked like he wanted to laugh.

“What’s going on? What’s the surprise?” Why did he feel anxious? Aloysius began to purr.

Blaine giggled. Giggled? Really? “I’m so bad at secrets.” Al’s purr got louder. Blaine reached in his pocket. Oh, Killian had an odd feeling.

Blaine pulled a box out of his pocket. Oh gods. He couldn’t breathe. Blaine opened the box, revealing the most beautiful antique gold and sapphire ring. He looked up at Killian. “I love you. I know it seems fast, but I think you feel it too. I’d like to walk you over to the marriage license office this afternoon and apply. Will you marry me?”

Killian couldn’t breathe or speak—he just stared at the ring. His life passed before his eyes. Every dream and barely acknowledged wish. Every lonely moment’s ache of longing. It lay there in that box. Tears pushed behind his eyes. He had to say yes. In all his life, no matter how long he lived, there would never be another moment like this. There would never be another Blaine. He looked up. “I can’t.”

A crease pushed between Blaine’s eyebrows. “You told me you weren’t going to marry her.”

“I’m not. Though I haven’t told the family yet.”

“So tell them you’re marrying me instead.”

“I can’t. You’re the most wonderful thing I’ve ever known, and that’s the most beautiful ring on earth. But I can’t.” And that was it. If his heart had one tiny sliver still intact, it broke.

Blaine took Killian’s hand, wringing it tight. “Why? Tell me.”

Killian sighed. So his hope to have this magic in his life just a little longer was over. “Because you don’t love me, really.”

“What the hell?”

“It won’t last, and soon you’ll be glad you dodged this bullet.”

“Bullshit! I’m a grown man, and I know how I feel.” Blaine glanced around at the few passersby and lowered his voice. “How can you believe that idiocy?”

“Because it’s true.” Aloysius bit Killian’s ear. “Ow. Dammit, Al.” He pushed the cat onto the bench.

“At least Al’s on my side.” Blaine took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Sweetheart, I know you’ve been sheltered and never allowed to explore your feelings for a man. It makes sense that you’d be nervous. Maybe expect me to leave like your father did. But I love you, and I want to be with you for the rest of our lives.”

Killian stared at his hands. “It can’t happen. You won’t love me much longer. Maybe days are all we have left. It’s different for everyone.”

“What’s different? Killian, you’re not making sense.”

It seemed there was only one way to persuade him. He looked up into those confused and beloved green eyes. “The spell is different.”

“What do you mean ‘spell’?”

Killian sat up straight. “I mean the witch’s spell I cast on you to make you love me. And Aloysius helped.” The cat hissed. “Get over it, Al.” He looked back at his hands. The hands Blaine was no longer holding. “The witch’s spell that is right now running out. Though in my defense, I had no idea you would be the target of the spell. If I could have taken it back, had you love me in truth, I would have done it a thousand times. If I could stop being a witch so you could love me, I’d do it in a heartbeat. None of those things are possible, even for me.” He looked up. Blaine—the human—stared at him with wide eyes.

“You’re a witch?”

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Wolf In Gucci Loafers
(Tales of the Harker Pack Series, Bk 2)
By Tara Lain

Socialite Lindsey Vanessen wants someone to love who will love him back—an impossibility for a gay, half-human, half-werewolf. Too aggressive for humans, too gay for wolves, and needing to protect the pack from human discovery, Lindsey tries to content himself with life as a successful businessman. But when someone starts kidnapping members of wealthy families, Lindsey meets tough cop Seth Zakowsy—the hunky embodiment of everything Lindsey wants but can’t have.

Seth has never been attracted to flamboyant men. What would the guys in the department think of Lindsey? But intrigue turns to lust when he discovers Lindsey’s biting, snarling passion more than matches his dominant side. It might mean a chance at love for a cop in black leather and a wolf in Gucci loafers.

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Big Backlist Weekend with Tigris Eden and Tara Lain #2giveaways #paranormalromance

 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 Tigris Eden! DIRE CRAVINGS is her upcoming release and the second book in The Arctic Wolves Series! If you love sexy werewolves, this is the series for you! You can learn more about DIRE CRAVINGS here.
I’m giving away an ebook copy of THE PACK OR THE PANTER, the book that brings together my big, handsome, shy, tongue-tied werewolf, Cole, with more than his match, the snarky, independent, solitude loving panther shifter, Paris.

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.

 

Arctic Bound
(Arctic Wolves Book 1)
By Tigris Eden

Blurb:
There are secrets in even the smallest of towns…

Nerina Simpson fled the streets of New York City, hoping to find solace outside the small town of Talkeetna, Alaska. Physically scarred from a fire that claimed both her parents, Nerina keeps to herself while she tries to put the darkness of her life behind her.
When a winter storm forces her into town, she collides with Victor Canidae. An arrogant man who makes it no secret that he and everyone else in the town want her to leave.

Headstrong, and refusing to back down, Nerina finds herself in trouble when her two, four legged companions get lost in a storm, landing her in the path of an angry bear hell bent on taking her life. Until a mysterious white wolf comes to her rescue. When she wakes up in a warm cave, the last person she expected to see is Victor.

Stuck in a cave until the storm passes the two decide there is only one way to pass the time, and quickly when you’re getting physical.

***Multicultural Paranormal Romance +18 Light BDSM***

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 Chapter 1

Heat surrounded Nerina on all sides. Everywhere she turned there was smoke. It clouded her vision, suffocated her senses, and burned her lungs. The clothes on her body had long burned away. Chunks of her flesh hung off her arms and legs. Her body pulsed in agonizing pain. In the other room, she could hear her mother and father screaming as the fire blazed around her. Still, Nerina tried to look for a way out, for fresh air. She was determined to reach them. Fire crawled up the sides of the walls like waves rushing to the shoreline. She needed to find the door. Had to.

By the time she found it, the screams had ceased. She was too late; she knew they were gone, but called out to them anyway.

“Mom! Hold on! Dad! I’m coming! I’m coming!”

Reaching up, she grabbed for the knob, the skin from her hand sticking to the metal. Muscle and nerves she thought had long burned off, flared in excruciating pain. With a high-pitched scream, she peeled her hand from the hot metal.

Nerina woke tangled in her sheets. Her bed damp from her body’s perspiration. The nightmare never got better. It had been two years, and she could still smell the smoke, feel the heat of the fire on her skin. She’d lost her entire family that night. Her beautiful mother, Simone; and her father, Roman.

Her father had loved her and her mother. Nerina was the result of her mother’s forbidden relationship with Roman. Simone was an escort, and they were never meant to fall in love. After Nerina was born, they’d been targeted by Roman’s wife and his brother Oscar. It was the consequence of Roman choosing to care for them instead of leaving them destitute. She’d known it would come down to her father making a choice. She’d even understood he’d have to leave at some point. It was one of the reasons she’d taken on additional work with the Mistress when she became of age. Nerina never thought her uncle and her father’s wife would take measures to completely eradicate what they deemed a problem. You should have seen it coming. Her uncle was the main reason she had moved to Alaska. There was a price on her head. It also helped that her uncle loathed the cold climate and would never think to look for her in a place like Talkeetna, Alaska. Population two hundred and one, three if you included her dogs.

Nerina slowly rose from her bed. Demon and Daar lifted their heads to check on her as she limped towards her dresser. Darn leg still hadn’t gained its full mobility. Doctors said it might never.

“I’m all right, guys, heading to the outhouse.”

Both dogs stretched out, bellies flat on their beds as they watched her put on her boots and clothes. She’d only been in Alaska six months. She still wasn’t used to walking outside in the freezing cold to use the bathroom. But this was the only place no one would think to look for her. Talkeetna was about as unwelcoming as anyone could get. She only went to town for supplies, and in the six months she’d lived up on her hill, no one from the community except for Thorn, the town patriarch, and his grandson, Teak had ever come up to say hi or welcome her to town. Besides the Malamute and Alaskan husky, she was alone. Her cozy, one-bedroom, no-indoor-bathroom cabin overlooked the Alaskan range and faced Mt. McKinley. It was a great view, complete with a running creek and a wood-burning stove. Talk about roughing it. The landscape alone was enough to sell her on the place, though; and with it, came Demon and Daar. The previous owner, Mrs. Raines, had decided she’d had enough of long nights and cold winters. She’d packed her bags and moved to Florida.

Both dogs were loyal to the bone, and they welcomed her wholeheartedly. Daar was a massive, grey, white, and black husky with ice-blue eyes. Demon was huge, with black fur and silver eyes. He weighed over one hundred and forty pounds. He was the strangest dog she’d ever seen. In the dark, his eyes seemed to flash amber. Nerina attributed his strange eyes to a trick of the moon’s light. There was no way he was something other than a dog. Although, if she were truly honest with herself, he seemed more wolf-hybrid.

Walking out to the outhouse in the middle of the night had been scary the first couple of months she’d lived in Alaska. She’d moved to Talkeetna during the winter months when the nights were longer and the sun was scarce. The wind nipped at her face as she made her way to the shed. She didn’t need her flashlight. The lights from the Aurora Borealis danced high in the sky. Beautiful green and red outlined the black backdrop, lighting up the night. Nerina smiled as she opened the shed door. She was happy, truly happy with her slice of life.

The townspeople didn’t bother her up on her hill, and she was secluded enough no one could spy on her. And it was always a bit cold, even in the summer months—to a New Yorker, sixty degrees was considered hot—so it gave her a reason to keep her scars covered. No one knew about her past, and no one inquired about her future.

Finished with her business, she made her way back into the cabin where both dogs waited for their breakfast and daily walk. It was still dark and would be for most of the day. The sun only came out for a few hours this time of year. Her breakfast consisted of eggs, bacon, and grits. She served the dogs caribou meat and a can of tuna. The smell of breakfast always reminded her of her mom’s kitchen. A bittersweet memory that gave her comfort.

Snapping out of her haze, Nerina quickly finished her meal. Thorn would be expecting her in town for her monthly round-up of supplies. He preferred she come in early to avoid the townspeople. It wasn’t a matter of safety; it was just easier that way. If she avoided the good folks of Talkeetna, they avoided her; and in turn, Thorn wasn’t as grumpy. She threw on her skullcap and stepped into her snow pants and Keen Targhee waterproof hiking boots before zipping up her hooded parka. She looked like she was going on an Arctic expedition. She may as well have been. It was freezing cold outside. Slipping into her gloves, she whistled for the dogs and headed out into the frigid dark. Even though it was technically seven in the morning, the sun wouldn’t be up for a while.

Nerina knew taking the dogs out would be a strain on her. She couldn’t keep up with them because of her limp, and she wasn’t comfortable attaching the dogs to her sled. But she knew the exercise was good for her. They walked down by the creek behind her cabin, where colorful ice pillars could be seen off in the distance. By the time they made it back to the house, Nerina was exhausted and chilled from the cold air.

Readying the snowmobile for her trip into town, Nerina thought about her upcoming phone call. She only talked to Raven once a month. Each call was a reminder there was a price on her head. The dogs looked on as they stood by her front door.

“Don’t let me forget the wood, Demon, we’re low.”

She spoke to both dogs more and more. A sign she was going crazy, maybe? Most likely.

The people in town weren’t mean to her, but they weren’t particularly friendly either. Occasionally, she’d talk to Thorn’s daughter, Cassandra, who was the owner of the bed and breakfast she’d stayed at during her first visit to town. Nerina was treated fine as a tourist, but the moment she’d decided to stay, people became distant. A small part of her thought it was because she was bi-racial, but Thorn had assured her race had nothing to do with the negative treatment. He’d used the words ‘breed’ and ‘kind.’ If that wasn’t racist, she didn’t know what was.

Nerina was the owner of nine acres of beautiful Alaskan countryside, and Thorn had promised he’d help her add plumbing as well as a workout room. Huge spruce trees bordered her land. Beyond that was a national preserve that was owned by the town. She’d already received a warning to stay off their property. As if she wanted to explore their lands. There were bears in the woods, large wolves, and other carnivorous animals. She wasn’t stupid. The wind picked up as she headed into town. Harsh and cold, it bit into what little skin was exposed. Both dogs followed along effortlessly as they made their way down the hill.

“You know how important this meeting with Sasha and her parents is.” Victor stood from his chair across from his sister, Cassandra, and grunted. She was so dramatic.

“Everything will be fine, Cass.”

“The engagement is not official; you need to ensure everything is perfect. Uniting the Packs is top priority.”

He knew she was right, of course. Fewer males were taking mates. They’d offer up their seed to produce offspring, but that was all. Females were of the same mind. His sister had participated in the breeding program. She refused to take a mate. A hundred years ago, that would not have been tolerated. Now, everyone had choices. Who to bed, who to mate, and, of course, who they could reject.

His father and Sasha’s father, Eric, had arranged his union with the female from the time they could walk. Sasha was twenty-four moons his junior, and to him, she was also immature. The tales of her temper tantrums had reached even his ears. However, she was beautiful, and in perfect breeding condition. No one could argue that fact. Her pale skin and golden hair were more than to his liking. She had a slender frame, and her eyes were the color of wheatgrass. A peculiar color, but intriguing all the same. There were two things Victor was sure of: they would be mated, and she would obey him in all things.

Thorn and Eric had agreed on a spring mating ceremony. All the Packs from Canada and Alaska would be there to witness his union to Sasha. It was his duty to the Pack to ensure that their way of life continued. He would still have to take down his father and Eric in a brutal battle, but they’d agreed it wouldn’t be a death challenge. The wolf in him would try to conquer, showing any onlookers he was not one to be challenged. He had to prove he was able to lead with a strong hand. However, the human in him knew it was the best course of action to show mercy and restraint. Things were different now.

He’d still have bedding rights to all the unmated women in the territories. Sasha was afforded the same courtesy with all unmated males. A throwback from the earlier days, but a practice kept around due to the intense sexual needs of their kind. They could also enact bedding rights on the other if they decided. Which meant Sasha could intervene with him and another female if she so chose, and vice versa.

“I won’t let the family down, Cass.” Victor reiterated. His sister and his mother both wanted the mating between him and Sasha to go off without incident.

“Good to hear,” his father, Thorn, said as he walked in with Victor’s nephew, Teak.

“Hey there, Uncle Vic. What can I do you for?” His nephew held up his hand in a fist and gestured for them to bump knuckles.

“Cass, stop letting the boy watch MTV and those dumbass movies. It’s ruining his brain.”

Cassandra laughed and untied her apron as she made her way over to her son, hugging him fiercely. Teak was twelve moons from becoming a mature adult male. To humans, he looked sixteen. Really, he was twenty-nine.

“It’s not me, brother. He keeps sneaking up to the Simpson place to watch the woman. I told him it was rude, but the boy has a crush.”

The Simpson place? He’d only been gone for six months. Had a lone wolf moved in?

“You mean the Raines place? Did someone new move in?”

“Yeah, she moved in about six months ago while you were away on business.”

This was news to him. Mrs. Raines was the only human they’d allowed in town, so whoever this Simpson lady was, she must be a wolf.

“Demon and Daar?”

“They’re up there with her. Demon refused to leave her side when old Mrs. Raines sold the place to Nerina.”

Nerina? What kind of name was that? No one had even consulted him about possibly moving a stranger into their midst. He was, after all, going to be the new Alpha.

“Father?” Victor questioned.

Thorn grunted.

“It was my choice, son. She’s harmless enough, likes her privacy. And she’s human.”

Human? Seriously, like the town really had time to get acclimated to a new human. It had been bad enough with Mrs. Raines. And she was only accepted because she’d mated Picar, who was from their Pack. Something that wasn’t widely accepted, but exceptions were made all the time. This newcomer could be a problem, or worse, she could be a Hunter. They could appear to be human, and in some cases, were. It was the older Hunters that posed the most threat. There was a good reason the Packs had relocated to Alaska. Hunters didn’t like the cold. But he wasn’t ready to take any chances. Hunters were vampires. Their one true enemy.

“Teak, stay away from the outsider.”

His nephew arched a brow, smiling devilishly.

“Yeah, right, like I could ever ignore her. Nerina Simpson is hot. Like fire in my pants hot.”

Cass hit Teak over the head, making him duck. Victor grinned.

“I don’t care how hot she is, keep away from her. She could be a Hunter.”

Hunters were hell-bent on destroying all Werewolves. It was an ancient war that had killed more than a third of their population. It was also the reason they’d migrated to the New World and up North to harsher climates.

Pack Canidae were the true founders of Talkeetna. His father’s father had founded the town officially in 1919, but the Pack had settled in the area long before there were towns and railroads. His ancestors were originally from Mesopotamia, by way of Egypt. Captured as a boy and recruited into the Secret Order of Anubis, Enil had been forced to drink the god’s blood, changing him forever. There were Hunters then, and there were Hunters now, and Nerina Simpson could very well be one of them.

“Give him a break. Nerina keeps to herself, and Demon hasn’t said anything ill of her.” Cass turned to her son and stood on her toes to kiss the towering male.

“Listen to your uncle, Teak. He’ll soon be Alpha.”

“Yes, Mother. Sorry, Uncle. I’ll keep my distance,” his nephew said, looking down at his feet.

Victor nodded and sat down at the counter, pouring himself a cup of hot chocolate.

 

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The Pack or the Panther
(Tales of the Harker Pack Book 1)
By Tara Lain

Blurb: 
Cole Harker, son of an alpha werewolf, is bigger and more powerful than most wolves, tongue-tied in groups, and gay. For twenty-four years, he’s lived to please his family and pack—even letting them promise him in marriage to female werewolf Analiese to secure a pack alliance and help save them from a powerful gangster who wants their land. Then Cole meets Analiese’s half-brother, panther shifter Paris Marketo, and for the first time, Cole wants something for himself.

When Analiese runs off to marry a human, Cole finally has a chance with Paris, but the solitary cat rejects him, the pack, and everything it represents. Then Cole discovers the gangster wants Paris too and won’t rest until he has him. What started as a land dispute turns into World War Wolf! But the bigger fight is the battle between cats and dogs.

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Excerpt

Cole Harker, son of an alpha werewolf, is bigger and more powerful than most wolves, tongue-tied in groups, and gay. For twenty-four years, he’s lived to please his family and pack—even letting them promise him in marriage to female werewolf Analiese to secure a pack alliance and help save them from a powerful gangster who wants their land. Then Cole meets Analiese’s half-brother, panther shifter Paris Marketo, and for the first time, Cole wants something for himself.

 When Analiese runs off to marry a human, Cole finally has a chance with Paris, but the solitary cat rejects him, the pack, and everything it represents. Then Cole discovers the gangster wants Paris too and won’t rest until he has him. What started as a land dispute turns into World War Wolf! But the bigger fight is the battle between cats and dogs.

Cole’s lips turned up just a smidge. “Uh, you look good. I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

“What the fuck?” He threw his hands in the air and collapsed in a wing-back chair. “You came to my show. Of course you expected to see me.”

“Uh, I mean I didn’t expect to see you off stage.”

Paris frowned. What kind of game was this? “What in the hell are you talking about? You came here to get me.”

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I didn’t come here for you at all. I remembered that you said Eliazer came here to see you, and it was the only place I knew to look for him. That’s why I came.”

“Not for me?” He wanted to scream and he wanted to cry. Which one would win?

“No. You said to leave you alone.”

“You son of a bitch!” Paris leaped out of the chair and hurled himself across the room at Cole with his fingers extended like claws. He hit the wolf like a missile and scratched at his face. “You bastard. You sucked me in and got me involved with your ridiculous pack crap.”

“Wait. Hold on.” Cole wrapped a huge arm around his middle, pulled Paris’s back against his chest, and held him with his feet off the floor. The big, dumb, bastard!

Paris kicked his feet, which was humiliating. “Let me go.”

“And let you scratch me? No way.”

Paris shook his head wildly. Frustration. “Why did you—? Why didn’t you—? Shit!”

“Uh-uh. You’re just a confused kitty.”

He had to stop this. Heat pushed behind his eyes. Damn. What was going on? The words flew out. “You didn’t come for me.”

For a second Cole said nothing. “You said you didn’t want me. Hell, you practically tore down your parents’ office door proving it.”

Paris frowned. “That’s right. I don’t.”

Cole loosened his grip just a little and let Paris’s feet hit the floor, though his strong arms still held Paris’s body tight. It felt way too good. “So why should I come looking for you?”

“Because you want me?”

“What gave you your first clue?” His voice held laughter.

“The nine-inch steel rod sticking in my butt?”

A big hand slid down the front of Paris’s robe. “Oh, like the tentpole I see you’re sporting?”

Cole’s fingers brushed the silk robe aside and closed around Paris’s erection. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

“I don’t.” But his hips were thrusting his cock into Cole’s hand. Liar hips.

Cole pressed tight against Paris’s butt. That big cock nestled between his ass cheeks. More!

Oh hell. He was burning up! He turned in Cole’s loosened embrace and grabbed his face, pushing his mouth hard against those carved lips. He reached down, managed to pull Cole’s zipper past that hard-on from heaven, and stood on tiptoe so he could rub their dicks together.

Cole pulled back, gasping. “I don’t have long. Lindsey is outside waiting for me.”

A low growl trembled past Paris’s lips. Shit, where did that come from?

Cole’s eyes widened. “Linds? He’s just my friend. But Eliazer is out there. I don’t want to put Lindsey in danger.”

Paris heard his own breath, hot and hard. “Fuck me quick. I can’t stand it if you don’t.”

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The Watcher
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by Louise James
 
Blurb:
Long ago a powerful coalition of wizards and witches—The Seven—began a quest to recover hallowed grounds in the Earthling Realm. The day had arrived to claim Hailstone Hamlet! A Dark Wizard, Lord Haydron expects no one to survive the destruction, but he was wrong.
An apprentice Healer miraculously survives with no memory of what occurred but, why was she spared?
Unexpectedly, her locket opens as if by magik, and a cheery old woman speaking in a funny accent appears.
“Come for ye have I. Away from here ye must stay.
Troubles come with darkness of night; The Watcher protects and The Lantern lights.”
Ewallea assures her that she will remain by her side as they seek answers. Overwhelmed and injured, Amellea passes out only to wake in the arms of a handsome young man, riding upon the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. The Hunter believes she was spared for a purpose and their destinies are entwined. He pledges to help her locate friends and family.
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Excerpt

 

Chapter Two – Nymph Dreams
      Suddenly,
Amellea was all alone in a dream…or she was hallucinating again, she guessed.
No one was with her in the forest. The night was bright below a starlit sky.
The cool, crisp air was filled with a heady, hypnotic smell from flowers she
could not identify.
Startled, Amellea saw three
lights she thought must be fireflies zoom past her. The lights glowed and
circled around her until they appeared to be a single, large, glowing light. Were
those wings she saw? No, it can’t be.
She’d heard legends about fairies, but she had never seen one.
      “Legends, humph!” Then,
right out of thin air, materialized three beautiful creatures who were no doubt
Fairies, glowing as though a light followed them while casting glitter about
with each step they took. Amellea was face-to-face with real Fairies—three, to
be precise! “Amazing…”
      “Hootie-whooo,
look at you! Sisters, I think she is a beauty, even to rival our Ewa. Well, do
you have anything to say for yourself?” The surly Nymph pranced around Amellea,
inspecting her. Amellea just watched, completely dumbfounded, as the glowing
Fairy addressed her.
      “Lylahbelle,
honestly! Do not taunt the fair maiden. Can’t you see she has been hurt? She’s
had a terrible shock!” Annabelle, the dark-haired Nymph and clearly the oldest
of the three sisters, chided.
      “Merabelle
is not jealous. No, you would not even look at a Halfling sideways, even if he
is Chief Hunter and leader of the RealmWalkers.
Are you Annabelle? This one certainly does enjoy the
comforts of Maleek’s strong arms. He seems to enjoy looking at her, too. Her
hair is the color of sunset and soft as corn silk.”
Lylahbelle continued her
inspection of Amellea, touching her hair. “But…it is very tangled.”
Merabelle sensed explosive
energy radiating off Amellea. The two Nymphs looked at each other, and with a
nod, they grabbed Amellea’s arms, preventing her swing from contacting with
Lylahbelle’s face.
Amellea struggled and could
not free her arms from the delicate but very strong Nymphs. Electric sparks
snapped and crackled around them.
      “Why did
you try to hurt me…you, you, you dirty Earthling?” Lylahbelle thought.  You
will pay dearly for this indiscretion; if not today, very soon.
      “Uh-oh…we
are being summoned.” Annabelle and Merabelle released her arms and stepped
closer to Lylahbelle.
      “I don’t
think I like Fairies at all; you are rude!” Amellea stomped her foot. Annabelle
and Merabelle looked at each other, moving between the adversaries and stepping
closer to Lylahbelle.
      “Uh-oh,
this can’t be good!” Merabelle exclaimed, reaching for her sister. She could
see the volcanic tongue-lashing Lylah had planned to explode on Amellea.
      “We. Are.
Not. Peedie. Folk. Thank. You. Very. Much!” Lylahbelle screamed. “Nymphs are
who we are. I could sing you straight to your death! You silly Earthlings know
nothing of the power we wield.”
      Amellea
straightened her shoulders, rising to her full height, albeit shorter than the
Nymph. “No. I just decided. I don’t like ‘Nymphs,’ if they are as rude as you
are, Lylahbelle! Now you three get out of my ‘dream’ or ‘head’ before
I punch ‘you,’ Lylah, in the face.
You just go wherever you came from before I use some of this electricity
pouring out of my hands and zap you with it!”
Amellea wiggled her fingers,
reaching out toward the Nymph as sparks crackled from the tips. “I hope I have
this Magik gift when I am awake. It might come in handy.”
      “The
Earthlings do not know much about Magik folk. I am sure she meant no harm,
Lylah. Do not continue to provoke her now, because we have work to do. The
Watcher calls, sisters. We must not delay,” Annabelle spoke with authority and
smiled kindly at Amellea.
“We three will receive Ewa’s
ire when she finds out we visited the Earthling’s dreams. She warned us to be
on our best behavior, sisters.” Annabelle reached for her sisters’ hands,
moving a safe distance away from Amellea. The Nymphs rotated in a circle as the
clock hands moved once, then rotated in the opposite direction twice, repeating
the motion faster and faster. With each rotation, the three became smaller and
smaller until they were just tiny glowing dots. Fireflies, just like the first
time Amellea saw the Nymphs.
      “Quick! Hit
her with the dust so she will go back to sleep, thinking this was all a bad
dream. Don’t use too little dust or she will remember us when she wakes!”
cautioned Annabelle, but Lylahbelle smirked and shook her wings vigorously as
the three retreated to see the Watcher.
      “I know
just what to dust her with, sisters! I have the perfect remedy!”
Lylahbelle had no qualms
about using the strongest sleep remedy she knew to take care of Amellea. She
could be the next Sleeping Beauty. Her sisters could not blame her for taking
care of an Earthling slandering her race and attempting to harm her. No matter
if she deserved it. Ewallea would never know, unless her palsy-walsy sister,
Merabelle, spilled the beans.
“My goose is cooked.
Merabelle will spill. I better lay low for a while until this all blows over.”
Lylah had a plan.

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About The Author
 I am a creative, loquacious Southern artist who has always liked to tell a good story. After I retired as a public and collegiate art educator, I needed to reinvent myself.  Thanks to the encouragement of professionals, friends and family, and God’s amazing grace, I have found a new passion—writing fantasy and paranormal stories.
I have always been a mental traveler, reading books and physically traveling across much of the USA and Canada. I have been actively writing for three years, publishing late in 2017. It is my hope that my novels reach across generations, entertaining multiple audiences. I want my readers to escape through fantasy to mentally travel to other worlds and to find a smile, friend or foe written between the pages of the stories I write. It is my sincere hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing! –lj
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by Tara Lain
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Luke has a lot to hide and he likes animals way more than people, but he can’t resist the flamboyant boy who washes his face with the side of his hand and tries to lick his own privates! The loss of Aloysius depletes the power of the Witch Master, Killian Barth, and that of his “secret weapon” Sammy and leaves their coven sitting ducks for two very nasty females. When Alain discovers that he’s really a powerful cat, he’s faced with the ultimate choice. To protect his community, or stay with the man he loves.
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Excerpts

 

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

 

 

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

 

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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”!
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Julie Morgan
Soul to Capture
Info: As a Succubus, Cora thought she didn’t need love, but when the Seraph Jael opens her eyes to the possibility, all bets are off.
 


 
Louisa Bacio
Book title: Wet: An erotic mermaid tale
Info: After the Sea Queen forbids the Princess to follow her heart, Marianna swears to catch Shell, the feisty water sprite.
 
Alyssa Breck
Book title: Kiss Me Deadly
Info: When the time comes for Maggie to make one of her own, she finds out that not all vampires are created equal.
Christine Alvarez
Book title: A Succubus Renewed
Info: Luciana, a Succubus, is bored of her monotonous existence until Krista Hadley—a human—walks into her club, unknowingly becoming her latest obsession.
 
 
Michelle Dare
Book title: Her Fated Mates
Info: Half siren/half vampire, Jade Calistro, has zero desire to find her mate. Little does she know that she has not one, but two fated mates.

 

 
Kay Margaret
Book title: Sinful Dreams
Info: Adara Dyllvan will stop at nothing to get Senna Douglas to walk back into her life, even if it means playing dirty.

Kristen Strassel
Book title: Stardust
Info: Rainey must cast a spell to destroy vampires, but her girlfriend’s been offered the opportunity of a lifetime—starring in a vampire show.

 
 

Savannah Verte
Book title: Immortal Deflagration
Info: Seychelle is a bastard. When she accidentally dreamwalks into Nova’s lustful fantasy, she learns the Fates might have a reward for her after all.

Shawnee Small
Book title: The Seduction of Violette Tournaline
Info: Seduced by a handsome stranger on the eve of her debut ball, Violette must decide how far she is willing to go for love.

Book Blast! BRUSH WITH CATASTROPHE Released!! #TaraLain #Paranormalromance

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
Spell Cat
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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”!

 

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