Release Day: The Case of the Voracious Vintner

The next installment to the 
The Middlemark Mysteries Series 
is now available!
The Case of the Voracious Vintner
(A Middlemark Mystery Series, Bk 2) 
By Tara Lain 
 
Blurb:

Where Bo Marchand comes from, gay men are just confirmed bachelors who never found the right girl. But now Bo’s a successful winemaker on the central coast of California, supporting his whole damned Georgia family, and all he really wants is the beautiful, slightly mysterious Jeremy Aames.

Jeremy’s vineyard is under threat from Ernest Ottersen, the voracious winemaker who seems to know all Jeremy’s blending secrets and manages to grab all his customers. Bo tries to help Jeremy and even provides a phony alibi for Jeremy when Ottersen turns up dead in Jeremy’s tasting room. But it’s clear Jeremy isn’t who he claims, and Bo must decide if it’s worth tossing over his established life for a man who doesn’t seem to trust anyone. When Jeremy gets kidnapped, some the conservative winemakers turn out to be kinky sex fiends, and the list of murderers keeps dwindling down to Jeremy. Bo has to choose between hopping on his white horse or climbing back in his peach-pie-lined closet.

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Excerpts

Heart beating hard, Bo climbed out of the little silver-blue car and walked into the cottage-style building he knew to be a far more upscale establishment than its hippy-dippy furnishings made it appear. Jeremy was sitting on an old church pew against the entry wall when Bo walked in. Other would-be diners cast subtle glances at him—he was just that handsome—but his mane was pulled back into a strict tail at his neck, or they would have been staring openly. The smile he flashed as he stood went straight to Bo’s balls—and his cheeks with a flush of heat. Bo managed to get a word past his frozen lips. “Hello.”

“Hi.”

Their eyes met and couldn’t seem to let go. Fine with him, but they weren’t even close to alone. Bo swallowed hard and glanced around at the other customers, then back at Jeremy. “So, are they ready for us?”

“Probably. They said they were getting the table ready when I came in.”

Bo walked over to the hostess and used the dimples. “Hello, ma’am. I’m Bo Marchand. You’re preparing a table for me and my, uh, associate, Mr. Aames. Would y’all happen to be ready for us?” Flashing all the expensive dental work seemed to do the trick.

“Oh yes, sir, Mr. Marchand. We have a lovely table for you, private as you requested.” She fluttered her lashes.

He leaned in. “A very important business meeting. You understand.”

“Oh yes, sir.” She looked behind her. “Violet, please take Mr. Marchand to his table.” She grinned and said softly, “Or anywhere else he wants to go.”

Bo chuckled and waved a hand to Jeremy to follow as Violet led them to a booth toward the back of the restaurant. They slid in on either side of the table.

Violet smiled. “Do you know what you’d like to drink?”

Jeremy asked, “May we see the wine list, please?”

“Of course.” She stepped to a nearby serving table and grabbed a menu. “Here you go.” She glanced down. “Can I ask how tall you are?”

Bo grinned. “Just a tiny tad over six feet four, ma’am.”

She giggled. “I’ll be back in just a moment.”

Jeremy chuckled. “You do package the charm there, darlin’.”

Bo’s cheeks heated.

Jeremy leaned across the table and angled the wine list so Bo could see. He said, “They have a few of my blends and most of your vintages.”

Violet reappeared.

Bo said, “I’ll have a glass of the Marchand zin.”

“Excellent choice, sir.” A grin tugged at her lips. She probably remembered his name. She glanced at Jeremy. “You, sir?”

“I’ll have the same.”

“No Hill Top?” Bo asked.

“Nah, I like the good stuff.”

Violet walked away as Bo laughed. But then they were alone. Choose something to talk about. “Uh, so have you thought any more about how we can work together?”

A waiter walked up with two balloon glasses of red and placed them on the table. “Enjoy.”

Jeremy nodded. “Oh, we will.” As the waiter returned to the kitchen, Jeremy held up his glass. “To us.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Uh, to our partnership.” His nostrils flared. “I mean, to defeating Ottersen.”

Bo’s pulse fluttered in his throat. “To all of those.”

They drank and Jeremy closed his eyes, revealing long, thick lashes several tones darker than his dirty-blond hair. “Oh man, you do give good zin, my friend.”

“I’m so glad you like it.”

“I do. So much.”

The words were simple, but they made Bo shiver, and he sloshed a mouthful of wine between his lips, spattering some on the white tablecloth.

“Shall we read the rest?”

Jeremy nodded, all that fair hair rippling, and Bo plunged into his next line just for the distraction. “Indeed, you come near me now, Hal, for we that take purses go by the moon and the seven stars, and not by Phoebus, he, that wand’ring knight so fair.” His heart tripped. Knight so fair. He groped for his wineglass, hit it awkwardly, and tipped it right over onto Jeremy’s arm. “Damn! I’m so sorry.”

Bo grabbed the glass and hurried around the bar for a rag of some kind. He found a roll of paper towels and dabbed madly at Jeremy’s soaked shirt, the wine creeping up the cotton fabric toward his shoulder. “That was so careless of me.”

“No problem, really. I always keep a shirt close at hand for just such accidents because they seem to happen several times a day. The red’s the worst.” He walked behind the counter near where Bo stood, opened a narrow closet, and pulled a white shirt off a hanger. Then, as Bo tried to keep his tongue in his mouth, Jeremy proceeded to strip off his wet garment and drop it in a hamper, also in the closet. He pulled another shirt up from it and laughed at the huge red stain on the front. “See what I mean?”

Dear blessed God. His comparing Jeremy to Brad Pitt washed back into Bo’s brain, this time the lean, hard body of Fight Club. How did a normal person get abs like that, below shoulders and arms like that? Whoa.

With no apparent hurry, Jeremy sidled to the bar sink, took some towels and wet them, and began to wipe the wine off his glistening golden skin. Bo would gladly have volunteered his tongue for the job. Jeremy held out a fresh wet towel to Bo. “Would you mind? The wine seems to have seeped up onto my back a bit.”

Catatonic. For a second he thought he’d embarrass himself by being unable to move, but he managed to pull it together and take the towel from Jeremy. Jeremy turned and presented a masterpiece of shoulders and triceps for Bo’s careful inspection. Bo’s dick pronounced Jeremy flawless. “You’re very fit.”

Jeremy glanced over his shoulder abruptly, and for an odd second, he looked—what? Worried? Guilty? Why?

“Uh, yes, I used to be into working out.” He turned his head, but his shoulders had tensed a little.

Taking a breath, Bo wiped the wet towel over Jeremy’s smooth skin on his shoulder and down the side of his back. His hand faltered more than once at the heat penetrating the wet paper and the overwhelming desire to drop the towel and just touch that vanilla crème texture. Thank God Jeremy was turned backward because Bo’s erection threatened to take over the tasting room like Godzilla in Tokyo.

Okay, he couldn’t resist, and probably Jeremy couldn’t tell. Bo let his fingers slip off the side of the paper and slide across Jeremy’s back. Not perfectly smooth as it looked. There were little variations in texture here and there, tiny moles or freckles, like a living, breathing human. Oh dear God, that was more disturbing than perfection. The need to lean in and rest his cheek against all that strength flamed through him.

Suddenly Jeremy made a funny, snuffly sound, as if he was stifling a moan and a sigh at the same time.

Bo froze. Fuckity frogs and fishes! Swiftly and efficiently, he wiped the last dregs of wine from Jeremy’s flesh, dropped the towel on the bar, and walked out toward the opposite wall, taking deep breaths so there was no chance of Jeremy spying his boner.

A Middlemark Mystery
 
The Case of the Sexy Shakespearean
Bk 1 

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About the Author

Tara Lain believes in happy ever afters – and magic. Same thing. In fact, she says, she doesn’t believe, she knows. Tara shares this passion in her best-selling stories that star her unique, charismatic heroes — the beautiful boys of romance —  and adventurous heroines. Quarterbacks and cops, werewolves and witches, blue collar or billionaires, Tara’s characters, readers say, love deeply, resolve seemingly insurmountable differences, and ultimately live their lives authentically. After many years living in southern California, Tara, her soulmate honey and her soulmate dog decided they wanted less cars and more trees, prompting a move to Ashland, Oregon where Tara’s creating new stories and loving living in a small town with big culture. Likely a Gryffindor but possessed of Parseltongue, Tara loves animals of all kinds, diversity, open minds, coconut crunch ice cream from Zoeys, and her readers. She also loves to hear from you.

You can find Tara at Lain

Pre-Order Available: The Case of the Voracious Vintner!!

Now available for pre-order!!
The Case of the Voracious Vintner
(A Middlemark Mystery Series, Bk 2) 
By Tara Lain 
 
Blurb:
Where Bo Marchand comes from, gay men are just confirmed bachelors who never found the right girl. But now Bo’s a successful winemaker on the central coast of California, supporting his whole damned Georgia family, and all he really wants is the beautiful, slightly mysterious Jeremy Aames.
Jeremy’s vineyard is under threat from Ernest Ottersen, the voracious winemaker who seems to know all Jeremy’s blending secrets and manages to grab all his customers. Bo tries to help Jeremy and even provides a phony alibi for Jeremy when Ottersen turns up dead in Jeremy’s tasting room. But it’s clear Jeremy isn’t who he claims, and Bo must decide if it’s worth tossing over his established life for a man who doesn’t seem to trust anyone. When Jeremy gets kidnapped, some the conservative winemakers turn out to be kinky sex fiends, and the list of murderers keeps dwindling down to Jeremy. Bo has to choose between hopping on his white horse or climbing back in his peach-pie-lined closet.
Pre-Order Your Copy Now!!

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Release Date:
January 29, 2019

A Middlemark Mystery

 

 
The Case of the Sexy Shakespearean
Bk 1 
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Release Day!! The Case of the Sexy Shakespearean & Giveaway!!

A cozy mystery with a tongue-tied nerd of a history professor tempted by a gorgeous graduate student and millions of dollars if he can solve one of history’s greatest mysteries — who was Shakespeare really?
 
The Case of the Sexy Shakespearean
by Tara Lain
 
Blurb:
Dr. Llewellyn Lewis leads a double life, as both an awkward but distinguished history professor and the more flamboyant Ramon Rondell, infamous writer of sensational historical theories. It’s Ramon who first sets eyes on a gorgeous young man dancing in a club, but Llewellyn who meets teaching assistant Blaise Arthur formally at an event held for wealthy socialite Anne de Vere, descendant of Edward de Vere, seventeenth Earl of Oxford-who some believe was the real Shakespeare. Anne wants Llewellyn to prove that claim, even though many have tried and failed. And she’s willing to offer a hefty donation to the university if he succeeds.
It also means a chance for Llewellyn to get to know Blaise much better.
Not everyone thinks Llewellyn should take the case-or the money. Between feuding siblings, rival patrons, jealous colleagues, and greedy administrators, almost anyone could be trying to thwart his work… and one of them is willing to kill to do it.
When Anne de Vere turns up dead, the police believe Blaise is the murderer. Only the shy, stuttering professor who has won his heart can prove otherwise…
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Excerpts
Blaise
said, “I’m so sorry, Dr. Lewis. I just don’t have good sense sometimes. I never
should have put you in such a terrible position. I apologize from my soul.”
“N-not
your f-f-fault.”
“Yes,
it is. I completely overstepped my bounds. I feel like I know you, and I acted
inappropriately.”
Llewellyn
took a breath. “Y-you tried to make me f-feel comfortable.” He spoke slowly and
got most of the words out. He didn’t want Blaise to take the blame.
Blaise
smiled softly. “Yes, I did.”
Anne
stepped closer. “Please don’t go until I’ve had a chance to tell you why I
came.”
He met her gaze, and his whole stomach clenched. No. No way. “I—I—”
“Please
let me tell you. You must know that Edward de Vere, Earl of Oxford, is one of
the people most often named as the true author of the works of Shakespeare.”
Blaise
looked up at Llewellyn. “He is? I thought it was, like, Marlowe or Bacon.”
“No,
no.” Anne waved a hand dismissively. “The Earl of Oxford has long been regarded
as the most likely candidate to have written both the sonnets and the plays.”
“Yes,
he’s one of the top candidates, if you believe such things.” The voice came
from the sidewalk beside his car, and Llewellyn looked up to see George
Stanley, Van Pelt, the Echevarrias, as well as the whole crew of dinner guests,
with one or two defections, gathering there.
If I drive away, maybe I could just go to
North Dakota and hide for the rest of my life?
He swiped a hand over his face. Right, they love gay freaks there.
Anne
frowned. “Not one of them, the most
prominent among them, as I’m sure Dr. Lewis will agree.” He said nothing, and
she didn’t seem to care. She was on a roll. “It’s been a dream of my family to
investigate the earl’s position in this mystery for some time.”
I could run. Forget the car.
“That’s
why I’ve sought out Dr. Lewis. He’s renowned throughout the world for
uncovering new evidence in some of the great questions of history.” Her voice
rang out like she was in a Shakespearean play herself. “That’s why I want him
to prove beyond a doubt that my ancestor, Edward de Vere, the seventeenth Earl
of Oxford, is the real author of the works of William Shakespeare.”
Llewellyn
shook his head back and forth like a befuddled cow. “So many tr-tr-tried. C-can’t—”
She
raised her voice even more. “And I’m prepared to present the university with a
historical research grant of five million dollars in order to prove this claim.
One million to go to Dr. Lewis and the rest for dedication of the history
building to my ancestor, Edward de Vere.”
For
a second the whole street—the whole world—went silent.
Someone—maybe
Echevarria—murmured, “No.”
Then
Van Pelt’s voice rang out. “Well, that sounds like one of the most exciting and
worthwhile historical research undertakings I’ve ever heard.”
Running
wasn’t enough. Maybe he should vomit.

 

 

Well, damn. He slowly released a breath and took
another as Blaise Arthur appeared in the kitchen doorway.
Blaise
looked from Llewellyn’s face to his hand, just inches from grasping the handle
of a butcher knife. “Whoa. Hang on, Jim Bowie. Sorry to scare you. Your door
was standing open, and I was a little worried that you’d decided to run for
Alaska or hang yourself by one of Van Pelt’s neckties.”
A
laugh bubbled up from Llewellyn’s belly. That description so perfectly
described his options, he just kept chuckling until all three cats looked at
him like he was nuts. Marie relaxed her puffed-up fur seemingly one hair at a
time, flicked her tail, and returned to her chicken dinner.
Finally
he managed to stop laughing. “Uh, how d-did you know w-where I live?”
Blaise
cocked his grin to the side. “I followed you, and I must say, I had to move
pretty fast to do it.”
What the hell? “W-why?”
“I
told you. Suicide prevention.”
Was
he disappointed in that answer? He spread his arms. “A-as you see.”
“Feline-feeding
duty.”
“I’m
a cr-crazy cat lady.”
Blaise
leaned against the door, arms crossed, one nicely muscled leg cocked over the
other, and a sexy-as-hell grin on his face. “Neither crazy nor a lady so far as
I can see.”
“S-so
what do you want?”
“There’s
a challenging question. Just accept my mother-of-compassion routine at face
value and offer me a drink.”
He
still frowned. “B-beer? Wine?”
“Beer
would be great.”
Llewellyn
loved craft beers and took two bottles of Red Headed Stranger from his cooler.
He
opened and poured them into pilsner glasses and handed one to Blaise, who
stared at the bottle. “Whoa, exotic.” He sipped. “Delicious.”
“From
R-Reno.”
“I’ll
remember it.”
Llewellyn
gestured to the hall and led Blaise back to the big living room with its high
ceilings, elaborate crown moldings, and polished oak floors. He sat in an easy
chair and indicated that Blaise should sit on the comfortable couch.
Blaise
sipped and gazed around. “This is quite a house. How old is it?”
“N-nineteen
twenties or thirties.” Why was he chitchatting? What’s he doing here?
“Is
it a family home?”
“S-sort
of.”
“Are
you gay?”
“What?”
Llewellyn frowned. “Uh, y-yes. E-everyone knows th-that.”
“Yes,
I read it, but I wanted to ask.” He grinned.
The
cats padded in, Marie making a straight shot to Llewellyn’s lap, where she
turned and stared at Blaise while washing her face and paws.
“She’s
the formidable one.”
“Oh
y-yes.”
“What’s
her name?”
“Marie
Antoinette.”
He
laughed. “Perfect. Marie, I’ll make it my personal objective to woo you to my
side.”
That
implied some long-term association.
Blaise
took another big mouthful. “It looks like you have a nice life.” He set the
still partly full glass on the coffee table and stood. “I’m glad. Thanks so
much for the beer.” He walked toward the door. What the hell?
Llewellyn
stood, getting a squawk from Marie. “W-why did you ask if I-I’m gay?”
Blaise
glanced back over his shoulder. “Because I am.”
“I-I
know.” Jesus, why did I say that?
“Am
I that obvious?” But he smiled.
Llewellyn
shrugged. “No. So?”

Blaise laughed. “See you at work.”

 

About the Author
Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Erotic Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance,  Best Gay Characters, and more. Readers often call her books “sweet,” even with all that hawt sex, because Tara believes in love and her books deliver on happily-ever-after. In addition to writing dozens and dozens of romance novels,  Tara also owns an advertising and public relations firm. Her love of creating book titles comes from years of manifesting ad headlines for everything from analytical instruments to semiconductors. She does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft. Together with her soulmate husband and her soulmate Dog, she recently realized a vision to live where there were a lot more trees and a lot fewer cars by moving to Ashland, Oregon. She hasn’t stopped smiling since.
You can find Tara at Lain

5 Reasons Why You Might Like The Case of the Sexy Shakespearean

Hi. I’m so excited about my upcoming release, The Case of the Sexy Shakespearean, that i want to do a pre-release post. The book comes out on July 31st. You can preorder it now. And here are 5 reasons why you might like it, in no particular order —

1.It’s a cozy mystery, meaning the main character is not a professional investigator or detective, he’s a history researcher who explores histories mysteries. He has to investigate a murder in order to protect the man he loves.

2. The hero is a nerd. I love nerd heroes, personally. Maybe you do too. Dr. Llewellyn Lewis wears khakis and cardigans, stutters, and has a bad case of social anxiety.But he’s smart as hell!

3. The book spends a bit of time arguing the various candidates in the search for the true identity of William Shakespeare, mostly the Earl of Oxford. The facts on the Earl’s side are quite fascinating.

4. The story involves a varied cast of potential suspects and guessing the identity of the murderer among them is fun. You might not be able to guess it.

5. For those who like  Tara Lain’s unique, quirky characters and “opposites attract” themes, this book delivers these trademark features in full flower.

For the first time, The Case of the Sexy Shakespearean is available in mass market paperback, which can be bought for only $7.99. Of course, it’s also available in ebook.

You can preorder at Dreamspinner Press,   Amazon iBooks,  Kobo,  B&N,  and other outlets.

New Books Coming from Tara Lain! Cowboys, Dancers and BALLS!

deathdancer_9781786515179_800Hi  and Welcome!

I want to announce New Books Coming from Tara Lain! That’s me. LOL. People often ask about upcoming new releases so i wanted to catch you up. Here are some on the list —

Nov 29th — Death Dancer general release. This book, my first murder mystery romance, is currently available for early download at Pride Publishing. So if you want to read the book now, you can get it there. It will be available everywhere in 9 days!

End of Nov — Beauty, Inc. in audiobook

December — Lord of a Thousand Steps in audiobook

Dec 7th — Cowboys Don’t Come Out releases. It’s currently available for pre-order cowboysdontcomeout400x600everywhere. This is my first cowboy romance. It takes place largely in Hawaii and explores the Hawaiian cowboy tradition as well as the California cowboy.

Jan 11 — Volley Balls re-releases in a new EXPANDED and REWRITTEN version that’s nearly twice as long as the original. Come back to Laguna Beach and meet my alpha males.

Feb 8th — Fire Balls re-releases with all the feisty, snarky charm of Rodney Mansfield and the reserved gorgeousness of Hunter Fallon.

March — Brush with Catastrophe, the second book in the Aloysius Tales, re-releases. This is the story of Sammy, a crappy witch, who turns out to be far more than he seems.

April — Cowboys Don’t Ride Unicorns, the second of the Cowboys Don’t series, comes out in time for RT. You’ll meet gorgeous Danny in the first book and follow him on bull riding adventure in this story.

May — Volley Balls and Fire Balls release in a print anthology

May — Re-release of Beach Balls, the story that takes love underwater

June — Return of the Chauffeur’s Son is a charming little category romance that pays homage to a well known film.

The rest of the year is also scheduled, but i’ll share it later. This will keep you current for quite a while. Thanks so much to all who have asked. I hope you enjoy them all! : )

Download Tara Lain’s DEATH DANCER Today at Pride Publishing!

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Hi and welcome! If you’re a lover of romantic suspense, you can download Tara Lain’s Death Dancer TODAY at Pride Publishing. Or you can pre-order at any other site for download on Nov. 29th! I hope you enjoy my first murder mystery romance.

The highly anticipated second novel in the “Dangerous Dancers” series, DEATH DANCER is now available for purchase directly from PRIDE Publishing! Read an excerpt and learn more about DEATH DANCER and the author Tara Lain below!

 

Death Dancer
(Dangerous Dancers #2)
By Tara Lain

Blurb:

A tattooed dancer and a by-the-book detective dance with death in the ego-fueled halls of ballet.
Bad boy of ballet, Valentin “Val” Aalto stands poised on the verge of huge success — except for one big obstacle. Influential lead dancer Harry Hardesty hates Val and cheats him out of the lead in Romeo and Juliet. When Hardesty winds up dead, Val looks like a prime suspect – and gets thrown under the detailed and methodical inspection of the handsome NY detective with the stick up his butt, Andrew Preston. At first, Preston believes Hardesty may be the victim of the chilling Dancer Killer who’s struck three victims, but evidence stacks up against Val. Still, Andrew can’t seem to keep his hands off his suspect and when the Dancer Killer starts stalking Val, Andrew is forced to choose between his dedication to a job he loves – and his growing passion for his beautiful dancer. Together Val and Andrew discover that chaos can be beautiful, one should choose desserts wisely, and love can even trump death in the rehearsal halls of ballet.
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November 29, 2016
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Excerpts

 

Val dragged in a breath. Am I nervous? Oddly, yes. I guess I don’t
get questioned by the police every day.
He chuckled. And if I believe that excuse, I’ll get an award for self-deception.
Do cops ever fuck their consultants? He
crossed the sidewalk and stepped into the restaurant. Whoa. Good smells. Rich and spicy without being overwhelming.
He glanced around the small space. The
tables were fairly close and mostly full of people, but not packed European-style.
Preston had snagged a corner table in the back. For a second, Val got to stare
at Preston without him being aware. He was nervously scrolling through his
phone, not seeming to pay much attention to anything on the screen. His foot
bounced in its polished loafer. Loafers on a cop? He’d taken off his tie, but
that appeared to be his one concession to informality. Definite stick up that ass. Wonder why I’m so interested in putting
something else up there? Cheekbones for miles. I like that. And so many colors
in that hair—from earth to fire.
Like a deer scenting the wind for
predators, Preston raised his head and his eyes met Val’s. Those eyes widened
and his lips parted ever so slightly. Then he kind of shook himself, plastered
on a semi-smile and stood.
Val walked toward him, just enough sway in
the hips to make it seem incidental. Extending his hand, he returned the smile.
“Detective.”
Preston took his hand. “Uh, you can try Preston
or, uh, Andrew.”
“Umm. Can I call you Andy?”
One eyebrow rose as he shook hands. “Not
if you expect an answer.”

That was what Val liked. That streak of snark hidden behind the ramrod
posture.

 

Andrew laughed as he scraped the last of
the tiramisu and munched his final bite of cookie.
“I should have gotten two pieces.”
“Have mercy. I’d never get out of the
gym.” He set the plate on the table. “Thank you. That was really good.”
“So what would you like to do with the
rest of your night off?”
Fluorescent pink rushed across Andrew’s
cheeks like someone raised a flag.
Val smiled. “First, I guess I should ask
you if you’re gay.”
“Do you think I am?” He stared at his
hands. Beautiful hands with long fingers and narrow palms.
“Yes.”
He looked up. “Oh? Why?”
“I think you like me. More and differently
than most straight men would.”
“Maybe I just like ballet.” He flashed
that half smile again.
“Beethoven didn’t write any ballets.”
“What?”
“The music you played in your car was
symphonic, not balletic. Plus, you don’t know shit about ballet.”
Andrew snorted. “True.”
“So you just like me.”
“Also true.”
“Do you want to have sex?”
“I think so.”
“What would make you know so?”
Those pale eyes flashed up and met Val’s.
“Do you top or bottom?”
“Is this a test?”
Andrew didn’t reply, but those green eyes
didn’t waver.
“I’ve done both.”
He still didn’t answer.
“I’m a bottom.”
“Is that one of the reasons you’re careful
about what you eat?”
“Yes.”
A slow, satisfied grin spread across his
face.
“Have we arrived at ‘know so’?” He
laughed.
“Fuck yeah.” With one long-fingered hand,
Andrew Preston, boy blusher and stick-up-the-ass organizational freak, grabbed
Val behind the neck, pulled him in tight and consumed his mouth with lips so
hot they should have been licensed by the NYFD.

 

Dangerous Dancers Series

Golden Dancer 
(Dangerous Dancers Series, #1)
By Tara Lain
Available for purchase at 
 
      

 

 

About the Author

 

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

 

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Fabulous AMAZON Price for DEATH DANCER by Tara Lain

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I wanted all the Kindle fans (like me) to know that Pride Publishing has put DEATH DANCER up for pre-order at a Fabulous AMAZON Price. It’s only $3.99, which is over a dollar less than the published price elsewhere. So there are a couple choices if you’re longing to read the romantic murder mystery!

A. On Tuesday November 1st, the book is available for download at Pride Publishing for $5.25! You can be reading the book on Tuesday. Click HERE to order now.

B. If you want to spend only $3.99, then PRE-ORDER NOW at Amazon and you’ll receive the book on November 29th.

c. You can also pre-order at B&N, Kobo and other outlets, but the price is not quite as low. You’ll receive the book November 29.

To read an excerpt from DEATH DANCER and see all the links, click HERE. I hope you’ll love my first foray into murder and mayhem! :  )

Tara Lain’s GOLDEN DANCER is Released!! Prizes!

 

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Golden Dancer 
(Dangerous Dancers Series, #1)
By Tara LainBlurb:

A reporter and the thief he’s investigating both fall for a golden dancer forging a ménage of love and lies that could send one to prison and one to the morgue. Will he get his story or will he get his men?

 

Mac Macallister is obsessed. The online news reporter needs enough evidence to write a story accusing billionaire art collector Daniel Terrebone of stealing The Golden Dancer, a priceless work of art, from son-of-a-Nazi Horst Von Berg. The story promises the recognition Mac craves. Then Mac meets a real golden dancer, ballet star Trelain Medveyev, and his attraction to the man rocks his formerly straight world.
When the mysterious Terrebone “collects” this beautiful dancer, too, Mac rushes to the rescue like a knight in shining cargo pants and plunges into a three-way passion that tears him between love and guilt. Can Mac keep investigating when his story could send one man to prison and another to the morgue? Will this reporter get his story or get his men?
Publisher’s Note: This book has previously been released elsewhere. It has been revised and re-edited for re-release with Pride Publishing.
Available for purchase at 
 
      

 

Excerpts
 

 

Trelain
snuggled tight, resting his head in the crook of Mac’s shoulder, and that was
when the second lesson came up. Women did not provide a hard cock to rub
against him. Holy crap, he needed to back away. But his half-hard cock poked Trelain’s
flat belly, and it felt so good. Way too good.
Trelain
gave a little humming sound that might have been a moan, and though he could
claim they were just dancing, that cock moved with mind-searing precision, up,
down, a bit to the side. Mac’s dick filled relentlessly until it hurt.
Explosion imminent. Jesus, just the thought of Trelain tortured him. The
reality was more than he could stand. Get
the hell out of here.
He
ripped himself out of the dancer’s arms. “Sorry, gotta go.” Slouching a little
in hopes that the bagginess of his cargoes would cover his throbbing erection,
he headed through the open doors and across the great room. There were far
fewer people to observe his humiliation in here. Goal—get to the door.
“Mac,
don’t go.”
He
glanced over his shoulder at Trelain and almost stopped. Hell, no. Go now.
He
almost made it to the front door when a big solid body stepped in front of him.
“Mac, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Get
out of my way, Terrebone.”
“Hell,
no. Come with me.” Daniel grabbed and pulled him into the hall that led toward
the back of the house. Mac started to pull back when he was spun and pushed
hard against the wall.
“Daniel.
What are you doing? Don’t hurt him.” Trelain’s voice sounded distraught.
Terrebone
pushed his face into Mac’s. “I’m not hurting him, darling. He’s hurting
himself. This man has got to realize that he wants you and you want him and,
for that matter, he probably wants me.”
The bastard. Mac tried to pull away, but shit, the guy was strong. Daniel pressed
his forearm harder against his neck. One hand reached down and grabbed Mac’s
cock, still stiff despite the shock. “Feel this? It’s not some anomaly or weird
mistake, Mac. You’re hot for Trelain. Does that make you gay? I’d say yes, but
I’m not into definitions. Who the fuck cares? You just have to quit torturing
yourself and everyone else. You hear me?”
Okay, calm down so you can fucking breathe. Relax.
No, don’t want to hear it. Terrebone pushed a tiny bit harder.
“Do…you…hear…me?”
Crap!
Mac managed to nod, and Terrebone released him.
“Fuck,
Terrebone, what the hell…?” He rubbed at his throat. His pride hurt more than
his neck if he was honest. “I’m so out of here.” He started for the door and
again got dragged back. Shit, where did this guy work out? With the Russian
Mafia? Mac was a runner, but this guy must lift weights.

 

Daniel
pounded him against the wall again, but this time no arm came up. Instead, the
man pressed his mouth to Mac’s. Fuck!
Mac twisted, but the soft mouth just kept moving against his while the strong
hands held him still. Oh yeah, soft. Mac felt a silky, liquid tongue caress his
lips, back and forth. He tried to move his head, but no use. No use…no use not
just letting that pressing tongue go where it wanted. His lips opened a tiny
crack, and Daniel took full advantage, pushing that wet, hot tongue farther
into his mouth. Mac tried to move his tongue out of the way, but…no use. Hot
and wet against his tongue. Filling his mouth with hot and wet.

 

 

 

The man turned and gave Trelain that wolfish grin again.
Close up, he really was lovely with those deep, dark eyes, and dark curving
brows contrasted with the shock of silver hair. “I thought I’d rescue you.”
Trelain smiled. “And I thought I was getting champagne.”
The man stared at him for a moment then looked up and
waggled a finger seemingly into space. Moments later, a waiter appeared out of
the crowd carrying a tray packed with bubbly. The man grinned. “Would you like
it all?”
Trelain smiled back. Daniel seemed a man who got what he
wanted. But then, so was Trelain. He selected a full glass from the tray. “One
should be sufficient.”
The man took another one, though he didn’t seem to drink
it. “But more is better.”
The waiter left, and Trelain took a sip. “Your philosophy
of life, I presume?”
“Totally.”
“So who are you, Daniel?” Trelain noticed that people
milled all around them, but no one interfered.
“A child of the universe. A lover of art in its myriad
forms. A surfer and diver. Oh, yes, and I dabble in computer software
sometimes.”
Trelain glanced at him sideways. “Dabble? Like Bill
Gates?”
The guy gave a huge smile. “Yes, precisely like that.”
No doubt richer than Croesus, based on the deference
everyone seemed to show him. “So, what exactly does ‘rescuing’ me look like?”
“If you’ll let me, I’ll take you to my home in Laguna
Beach. Sun, surf, relaxation.”
“Mr. uh…”
“Terrebone. Daniel.”
“Are you propositioning me?”
The man leaned down so his lips were close to Trelain’s
ear. His breath smelled like peppermint. “I am propositioning you at every
level, Cavalier. You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen on two feet,
and I want you near me. Preferably under me for hours at a time.”
Bloody hell.
Trelain smoothed a hand down his arm to try to control the goosebumps.
The man chuckled. “I think that sounds good to you.”
A little distance was required. Trelain stepped back.
“You are more than persuasive, uh, Daniel, but you also impress me as a man who
is used to getting what he wants. Perhaps I don’t enjoy being one of a
multitude.” Yes, he was being flirtatious, but it was also true. Maybe part of
the appeal of the reporter had been that he wasn’t usually attracted to men.
Trelain liked being special. Hell, who didn’t?
Daniel very discreetly ran his fingers up Trelain’s arm.
Good. He wasn’t trying to make a show of possession. “It’s true, my friend,
that I have had many brief encounters in my past. I don’t think you know
anything about me—why would you? But others will delight in telling you of my
peccadilloes, so I might as well come clean. That was the past, however. I have
not been in a relationship of any kind for many months. I am weary of the game.
I want someone special in my life, and you, my friend, are very special.”
Trelain smiled. His thoughts had been answered. He opened
his mouth to speak, but Terrebone put up a hand. “One more thing. I won’t rush
you or crowd you. I would love to have you come to my home as a guest with no
strings attached.”
Trelain cleared his throat. “I am dancing three nights
this week, and I believe Laguna Beach is some distance from here.”
“About an hour. But you’re free on Thursday, I believe?”
“Yes.”
“Why don’t you pack your bathing suit”—he gave that
charming, lecherous grin— “or not, and I’ll send a car for you after your
performance. I’ll have a massage therapist standing by, my chef will prepare
all your favorite foods, and you can have a quiet vacation for a few days.”
Suddenly, Trelain was too tired for banter. A vacation
sounded like heaven, and if it was with this beautiful man, all the better. He
might have a thing for that silly reporter, but it was a stupid, fruitless
crush. This man was handsome, rich, and seemed sincere. And he knew he was gay.
A huge improvement. “I would love to come.”
Daniel looked surprised, then delighted. “You are a world
of surprises, Cavalier. I like that in a man.”
Trelain sipped the last of his champagne and glanced at
the still-milling crowd of patrons. He sighed. “And now I must continue my role
as money-grubber-in-chief.” He bowed slightly. “If you’ll excuse me.”
“Oh, one more thing. Please give this to Allison.”
Terrebone handed him a scrap of paper. It said IOU $1,000,000.
“Fucking hell.”
“Not enough? I just wanted Allison to know I hadn’t been
wasting your precious time.”
Trelain carefully folded the paper. He laughed all the
way back to the group of donors surrounding the anxious program director.

 

 

About the Author

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

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If you’ve read Golden Dancer already, know that it is essentially the same story, but it does have some new scenes, and general revisions. :  )