Its Here!!! LOVE YOU SO HARD is now available!! #NewReRelease #TaraLain

Woohooo!! Love You So Hard is now available!!

Hi! I’m so happy to tell you that one of my most popular stories of all time, Love You So Hard, is now re-released from Dreamspinner. Happily, this will be the first in a series of new loosely connected romances called the Love You So stories. Love You So Hard was first written for the MM Romance Group on Goodreads and i’ll always be grateful to them for posting the photo of the sassy T-shirt that said, I Would Bottom You So Hard that became the inspiration for this tale of a guy who thinks he’s a loser until he meets the tutor who teaches him to top his life. Hope you enjoy it.

Blurb:
A Love You So Story

Craig Elson’s life has hit rock bottom. Even though he’s one of the best strategic planners around, a more confident guy takes credit for his work, and despite being a good-looking man, he suffers insults from the slimiest creep at the bar. Taking care of his beloved mom, who has Alzheimer’s, uses all his funds, leaving him in a plain, depressing car… and a plain, depressing life.

Until he sees gorgeous grad student Jesse Randall and his T-shirt that reads “I Would Bottom You So Hard.” The message seeps into Craig’s soul, and he asks Jesse to teach him to top.

Jesse’s had his eye on the quiet hottie who comes into the coffee shop, and he’s more than eager to perfect his tutoring. He sets out to get Craig a new job, a new apartment, and a new life so far outside plain and depressing that it’s unrecognizable.The problem is, Craig loves his lessons—and his teacher—too much to want to graduate. How can Craig reach the top without losing his sassy bottom?

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Excerpt

 

Five more minutes.

Craig took a sip of his latte and forced himself to lean against the coffee shop wall and stare at his phone screen. If the guy didn’t come in five minutes, he had to leave and get to work.

This was a huge day. That promotion would make the difference in—well, everything. But the guy was his good-luck charm. He really didn’t want to miss him. Maybe the kid would wear that shirt stretched across his lean chest. Craig swallowed hard and sipped the coffee.

Craig looked up as the door opened, then sighed softly when he saw a woman with two kids. The little boy and girl were pulling on her arms and yelling at each other. She got in line and let the two kids go. The boy grabbed for his sister, missed, flew across the store, and smashed into Craig’s legs. Craig grabbed his latte, dropped his phone, coffee splashed, and he jumped back to keep it off his suit. The woman behind him hollered and pushed him as his foot sank down on her toe.

Turning, he came face-to-face with her frown. He mirrored it. “I’m so sorry!”

A scream ricocheted off the walls, Craig looked back to see the kid in a heap on the floor, yelling his lungs out as people stared at Craig like he was a child molester.

The mother rushed over, grabbed the kid up in her arms, and carried him back to the line. No apology, no recognition of Craig’s existence. Jesus, what the hell was he? Invisible? He knew the answer to that one. His father had certainly told him often enough. With a sigh he reached down for his phone. Somehow it wasn’t broken.

He glanced at the door and then at his watch. Damn. Two more minutes.

People in the line chatted as they waited for Ida and Will to serve them. Craig didn’t actually know Ida and Will, but he’d heard him—the kid in the T-shirt—say their names a couple of times.

Thirty seconds. Come on—

The door pushed open. Oh yes, thank you, God. Every time, it was like some commercial on television for perfume or something. Time slowed down. The guy’s long, black-denim-clad leg stretched through the door, the fabric tightening across his thigh muscles. Another step and the jeans cupped his package like a jeweler showing off a diamond. The guy wasn’t real tall. Maybe five foot ten—inches shorter than Craig—but he added up to Craig’s idea of perfection.

That face. Half god, half elf. On the one hand, he had high cheekbones and a nicely shaped jaw. Real architectural. But that was in total contrast to the bright, crinkly eyes, the turned-up nose, and dishwater-blond hair that looked like it had been hacked into submission with a lawnmower—a very sexy lawnmower.

Craig sighed. Above the jeans, the guy wore a windbreaker with the hem of a white polo shirt sticking out. No black T-shirt. No shirt of Craig’s dreams. The shirt that ran through his mind as he sat at his desk working out strategic plans.

The one that said I Would Bottom You So Hard.

The kid had only worn it once that Craig had seen. That was all it took. Sure, he would have noticed this guy no matter what. He was that delicious. But he was also maybe twenty-one or twenty-two, which was at least four or five years too young for Craig. But the shirt. He saw it and the promise seeped right into his heart. His soul.

I would bottom you so hard. Damn, no one ever let Craig top. In thirty-two years of life, he’d never once topped. Even though he was tall, there was just something about him that screamed Shove my feet over my head and fuck me. Hell, he wasn’t complaining exactly. At least he got fucked—sometimes. But nobody thought of him as a top. Anywhere. He wasn’t even sure he bottomed hard.

The kid danced in the line. He didn’t have earbuds in, so he must be dancing to the music in his head. Craig glanced at his watch. He should go, but it was hard to leave that flexing ass. What would it be like to push his cock into that cute crack outlined between the denim pockets?

Whoa! He adjusted his suit coat over his bulge.

The kid’s pretty voice sang out—a little high but still real masculine. “Hey, Ida, babes. Do you have three caramel macchiatos for me, puh-leez?”

The older woman, heavyset, wearing an apron over her jeans and shirt, laughed. “For you, sweetheart, anything.”

Man, that was the truth. This was one of those genetically gifted charmers.

The man he’d heard called Will, who seemed like the owner of the coffee shop, leaned over the other end of the counter and waved. And then he said it. First time Craig had heard it. “Hi, Jesse. How you doin’, kid?”

Jesse. Jesse. Jesse. Perfect name.

 

Cover Reveal Blitz! Snow Balls #TaraLain #BallstotheWall

Hi and welcome! I’m so happy to get to reveal the cover of one of my favorite books. Snow Balls came out originally in 2012 and was one of the bestselling gay romances of that year. Now i get to reintroduce it to brand new readers. JJ is one of the heroes who most captures my heart. I hope you love him too. Don’t you love the new cover by the fabulous Reese Dante? Thanks for stopping by! : )

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

 

Snow Balls
(Balls to the Wall Series, #4)
By Tara Lain
 
Blurb:
JJ LaRousse looks like a quarterback but acts like a queen. He’s trying to be proud of who he is—until a robbery at the famous Laguna Winter Fantasy brings JJ face-to-face with tough cop Ryan Star. JJ hears Ryan likes manly men, so he drops his voice an octave, colors his pink hair, and tries to pass as a football fan.
Ryan Star may be tough, but he keeps his sexuality to himself at work. He learned in New York that being a gay cop can be deadly. His attraction to JJ threatens his secret, but he’s finding it hard to back away from a guy who’s so totally his type. Then, during a ski trip and a confrontation with JJ’s biggest nemesis, all the façades come crashing down. In the aftermath, can Ryan love JJ for who he really is? More importantly, can JJ?

 

 

Available for pre-order at

 

 

Release Date: 
December 6, 2017

 

Excerpts 

 

Carefully he placed the art objects into the scene. These dolls would
bring in the money during Winter Fantasy because people could afford to give
them as gifts. An original piece of art at a reasonable price. It was a great
find for shoppers. He nestled a lovely red-and-green doll into a forest of tiny
pines.
“That’s really pretty.”
“Oh.” JJ almost dropped the doll. He grabbed it firmly, placed it,
breathed, and turned toward the husky voice. Showtime.
The cop raised the corners of his mouth slightly. “Sorry. Didn’t mean
to startle you.”
Could he try out his own deep voice? JJ cleared his throat and dropped
his tone from the usual stratosphere. “Not a problem. I wasn’t paying
attention.” Blue. The guy’s eyes were a deep blue. Up close, his face had a
classic structure that looked like it had been wrecked a bit: a high-bridged
nose with a slight crook, as if somebody broke it once or twice, creamy skin
marred by a few orange-peel-like marks, a light scar from the upper part of his
neck that curved over his jaw. Scary. Ummmm… and sexy.
The policeman took out a small notebook—just like in the movies. “I’d
like to ask you a few questions about what you saw today.”
JJ took hold of the edges of the counter so he could keep his hands
still. “Okay.” He tried again, an octave lower. “Sure. Shoot.”
The guy flipped a page of the notebook. JJ stared at him and the
question burst out. “Uh, what’s your name?”
The guy looked embarrassed. “I’m so sorry. I should have identified
myself. I just… uh, I’m Detective Star.” He flashed his badge.
“What Star?”
“Excuse me?”
“What’s your first name?”
“Oh. Ryan.”
JJ smiled. “Nice name. I’m JJ LaRousse.”
The detective looked a little confused, but he wrote it down. “One S
or two?”
“Two. And the JJ stands for Jamison Jeremiah.”
“So, Mr. LaRousse—”
“JJ.”
“JJ. Can you tell me where you were this morning at nine forty-five?”
JJ’s eyes widened. “Do you think I did the robberies?” He held the
counter really tight.
“Mr.—uh, JJ—I was told that you saw the thieves, and I’m just trying
to determine the chain of events.”
JJ breathed out. Relax!
“Yes, uh, I was right here in this booth.”
“Can you describe what you saw?”
“I saw Santa Claus and his elf walking past really fast.” He looked
into the blue eyes. “I guess I should say I saw two men dressed as those
characters.”
“Can you describe them?”
“The Santa guy was kind of tall. A little taller than you, but not as
tall as me.”
Star wrote. “So, about six feet one or so?”
“Probably, yes. The other guy was little. That’s one reason why I
didn’t think anything strange. The elf was really small—like, he fit the
costume. I figured they were just rehearsing for the Winter Fantasy Santa’s
Village.”
“How small.”
JJ held out his hand at the middle of his chest.
“About five foot four?”
“Yeah, or maybe smaller.”
“But it was definitely a man?”
JJ cocked his head. “Good question.”
Again, that gaze speared him. “Close your eyes and picture the two of
them and see if you remember anything that would indicate if the person might
have been female.”
JJ closed his eyes. Wow. The
detective smelled good. Like citrus with some honey in it. A soft smell, not
overpowering at all. Maybe he could just snuggle his head against Ryan’s neck
and inhale deeply. “Ummm.”
 

 

JJ stuck out his fist. Ryan looked a little
startled, then bumped it. “So maybe I’ll see you Sunday.”
Ryan nodded. “Yeah. Yeah.”
Star turned and walked a couple of steps. He
stopped and looked over his shoulder. “Hope so.” And he walked away toward the
entrance to the grounds.
O. M. G. JJ wanted to sit down in the middle of
the sawdust. Did he really see that look in Ryan Star’s eyes when the guy said
those two words “Hope so”? Something that looked like he cared if he saw JJ
again?
JJ certainly cared if he saw Ryan again. But what
the hell? A Chargers game? How could he ever fake his way through that?
He took off at a run and made it to the booth in
seconds. Rodney was talking to a few customers and David was on his cell,
fingering the twinkle lights in JJ’s display. JJ took a deep breath. Finally,
David hung up and JJ pounced. “Oh my god of the last kid chosen for kickball,
Ryan Star asked me out.”
David grinned. “Of course, I’m a champion
matchmaker.”
But what if…. “Actually, I’m not sure it’s a
date. I mean, he asked me to go with him, but it could be just a guy thing, you
know?”
“Tell me what he said.”
“He said he could pick me up, or we could meet
somewhere.”
David screwed up his smooth forehead. “Hmm.
That’s too neutral to tell. What else? Where’s he taking you?”
JJ’s grin defined sheepish. “A Chargers game.” JJ
grinned anxiously. “That’s football, right?”
“You’re joking, darling?”
“It’s not football?”
“Yes, it’s football, but you’re seriously
considering going to a football game?”
“Yes.” JJ’s hands started to flutter. “Oh God,
David, what am I going to do? I don’t know anything about it at all.”
“About what?” Rodney stepped up next to David.
David glanced at his miniature friend. “Football.
Somehow JJ has managed to get himself invited to a football game.”
JJ wailed. “And I don’t know the first thing!”
Rodney shrugged. “Simple.”
JJ frowned. “What’s simple?”
“Just ask Jerry. He’s the magical knower of all
things boringly athletic. He will be your guru of football. Mick might help
too.”
Of course, their good friends Jerry and Mick
could cram some facts into JJ’s head.
David threw an arm around Rodney’s shoulder.
“Brilliant. You’re brilliant, my dear.”
Rod smiled, then looked up at JJ’s head. “And speaking
of football, where on earth did you get that ridiculous cap?”
JJ shrugged. “Ryan Star bought it for me.”
David whooped. “That’s it. In answer to your
question, Detective Star is taking you on a date.”
 
The Balls to the Wall Series
Volley Balls
Bk #1
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Bk #6
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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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I’m so excited to host my friend, confidant, and one of the best writers i know, Z. A. Maxfield. ZAM is bringing you the redo of one of my favorite books — and favorite vampires– of all time. When i read the book, it was called Notturno. Now it’s DEEP DESIRE! And it’s been re-edited and made even better. Before i turn this over to ZAM, let me tell you that someone who comments is winning a copy of the book, so be sure to say hi to ZAM down below. Also, enter on the Rafflecopter and you might win a $25 GC. Okay, here’s ZAM!

Hello Tara Lain, and thanks so much for helping me celebrate my latest release, Deep Desire, book one of The Deep Series.

Let me tell you how much I adore Tara Lain. She’s a fellow member of RWA Orange County Chapter, a dear friend, and one of the classiest people I’ve ever known. She lends an ear when I’m disheartened, dispenses impeccable fashion advice, often flies with me when I go to conferences, and gives me hope that someday when I grow up, I have a chance of being a totally awesome woman of substance too…

Thanks for sharing your space with me Tara!

My latest release, Deep Desire, is a re-release of Notturno, the first book in my vampire series. There’s kind of a solemn story about those books. I had just finished Vigil, the second book, when my mother passed away. I’d spent so many months living in Adin and Donte’s universe, I had trouble spending time with them for a while after her death. Memories are very strange things. There are scents, foods, sounds, places, and in my case, stories that remind me of sad times.

So there I was, with a partially finished series on my hands. It’s been a while. At some point, every writer has to face his or her early work. If you get the chance, it make sense to re-visit the work with a new editor, a fresh set of eyes. My new editor is Tera Cuskaden from Samhain, and with her help, I think we’ve improved the books.

Adin has purchased a 500-year-old erotic journal. The only problem? The man who wrote it wants it back.

Here are five things you need to know about Adin Tredeger:

  • He’s led a charmed life, but it hasn’t been easy. He lost his parents in a tragic boating accident when he was still in college. He and his sister Deana are all that’s left of his family. She works for a pharmaceutical company in Los Angeles and lives in a bungalow in Santa Monica.
  • He’s has lovers all over the world but never been given away his heart.
  • He enjoys fine things. Travel, art, literature, and food. He’s independent, intelligent and a little bit arrogant. He’s met his match in Donte, whose air of deposed royalty is the result of aristocratic birth.
  • His best friend, Edward, is an art dealer who comes from a family of artists, muses, restores and dealers. Edward lives with the mysterious Tuan, who works for a shadowy government agency charged with supernatural customs enforcement.
  • When he’s at an emotionally vulnerable point in the story, Adin meets a highly unusual vampire named Sean, who delivers a special gift from Donte. Sean tells Adin that some of his kind are a little more Tolkien than Stoker. He will have more than a walk-on in The Deep Series, Book 3, Deep Deliverance, coming in December.

Stay tuned!

These have been edited. They’ve been retitled. There are new, cool covers. They’ll be available simultaneously in ebook and print.

Vampire novels. Revamped.

Here’s your New Title Cheat Sheet

Original title               New Title

Notturno                   Deep Desire coming Feb. 3 2015

Vigil                           Deep Deception coming July

Matins                        Deep Deliverance coming December

 

PUBLISHER: Samhain Publishing

COVER ARTIST: Kanaxa

 RELEASE DATE: February 3, 2015

LENGTH: 240 Pages

SERIES: The Deep Series Book 1

 

BLURB: As the Indiana Jones of historical erotica, there is no document existing—or just rumored to exist—Adin Tredeger can’t unearth. Why he would risk the biggest coup of his career to join the mile-high club is beyond him. But the disarming, dark-eyed man who somehow enters Adin’s locked airplane washroom has him completely nude and coming apart. All without a whimper of protest.

From that moment, Adin and Donte Fedelta engage in an international battle of wit and cunning. The prize—a priceless, 500-year-old journal with illustrations so erotic it could make the Marquis de Sade blush.

Yet Donte’s desire for the journal goes far beyond simple possession. The undead nobleman wrote it. And he’s not above using every trick in his otherworldly arsenal—including seduction—to get it back.

Chemistry draws them together even as fortune tugs them apart. But when a third party joins the chase, they must unite to fight an enemy with a deadly goal—to erase Donte from history.

This book is a rerelease of a previously published book, with substantial rewrites.

Warning: This product contains one cocky college professor, one centuries-old vampire who is out to show him who’s at the top of the food chain, and red wine. Because it goes so well with humble pie.

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_AuthorPhotoAUTHOR BIO: Z.A. Maxfield started writing in 2007 on a dare from her children and never looked back. Pathologically disorganized, and perennially optimistic, she writes as much as she can, reads as much as she dares, and enjoys her time with family and friends. Three things reverberate throughout all her stories: Unconditional love, redemption, and the belief that miracles happen when we least expect them.

If anyone asks her how a wife and mother of four can find time for a writing career, she’ll answer, “It’s amazing what you can accomplish if you give up housework.”

Readers can visit ZAM at her website, Facebook, Twitter, or Tumblr.

GIVEAWAY DETAILS:

ZAM will be running two giveaways for this tour! At the end of the tour, she will draw a winner from the comments section of each blog to win a copy of Deep Desire! There is also a tour-wide Rafflecoptor where readers can enter to win a $25 Amazon Gift Card.

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