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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?

 

 

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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
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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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WolfinGucciLoafersLGYou already know my Davey Wavey addiction. Some of his videos are funny, some are dumb, and many have great messages for all of us, gay or straight. This is one of those. If you read my books, you know i write a lot of gay characters who don’t “act straight”. In my recent release, Wolf in Gucci Loafers, my hero, Lindsey, is as flamboyant and over-the-top as a person (aka werewolf) can be. One reviewer said she’d NEVER read a character like him and, though he took some getting used to, she ultimately enjoyed him a lot. But actually, Lindsey is a “queenish” guy who is secretly an alpha male of the first order. Some of my heroes are not. They’re drag queens who are more effeminate than many women (see HeartsHeartsandFlour_ByTaraLain_453x680 and Flour) or big hunky guys who hate SnowBalls_ByTaraLain-453x680sports, like to decorate, and are scared of spiders (see Snow Balls).

The bottom line is, i like to write about gay men, and, if you know some, you know they come in many permutations. They are not stereotypical flaming queens like in the old movies, but they also aren’t straight men who happen to have sex with other men. Gay men are people with many layers and facets — just like the rest of us. I like to write men who are loved for being fabulous as well as brave and strong. Here’s what Davey has to say.

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I have two books i’m giving away this week. Can you guessSnowBalls_ByTaraLain-453x680 which ones? Yep, you can win my two delicious firefighters, Jerry and Mick, in F.A.S.T. Balls or my yummy cop, Ryan Star and his adorable lover, JJ, in Snow Balls! So run don’t walk over to Men in Uniform Week! You have through March 1st to enter. Say hi to Jay for me.  : )

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I love animals. In fact, for our thirty-second wedding anniversary this Thursday, my husband and i are going to the San Diego Zoo. It’s my fallback fun thing to do. They even have a lovely restaurant there named Albert’s so we can have a romantic lunch.

I’ve also had many pets in my life. Mostly cats, but my poor husband is allergic to the critters, so when our last kitty died, we agreed no more cats so he could give up inhalers for his allergies. Instead, we got a very catlike dog. Her name is Jolie and she’s a papillon. Papillon means butterfly in French which you’ll understand when you see the giant ears. These dogs are number eight on the list of the smartest dog breeds in the world and it’s easy to believe when you’re around her. She is nine pounds intent on world domination. Here are some pictures of my critter for your holiday enjoyment. Jolie with her toy. Making her Christmas list. JolieList

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And when she has finally given up on her goal of conquering the world for the day or when she has decided to get a new view on life —jolieupsidedown

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Mistletowed_200I also want to mention that i will be re-releasing a holiday story of mine in a few days. The book is called Mistletowed. It’s a quirky erotic romance with MM, MF, MMF, and light BDSM elements. It’s a fun book! I’ve done a little rewriting and it has a new cover. It will be re-released on Amazon. Here’s a nibble:

Excerpt R: Mistletowed by Tara Lain;

M/M, M/F, M/M/F with mild BDSM and a touch of MAGIC!

Coming soon to Amazon

Five friends, one piece of mistletoe. Christian Elliott has the perfect life — right girlfriend, right job, right house and car. How come he’s only really happy when he’s with his best friend, Jason? Melanie Cantrell has everything she wants. Why can’t she stop lusting after her yoga teacher? Buttercup Allender adores her stable life with Winston.  But she can’t give up her secret desire for BDSM. Stir them all together at a holiday party with a beautiful rock god and a submissive stockbroker and what do you get? It could be love and it could be magic.

 

“Hi, Mel, what’s up? Is something wrong?”

“Probably not, but I’m worried about Christian, and I hoped he was with you.”

“No. Should he be?”

“I think he took off toward Laguna, but that was a few hours ago. He was pretty upset when he left.”

“Why? What happened?”

“Oh, his boss was making slurs at people, and Christian took offense. Seriously, it was kind of weird. Usually he’s easygoing, but the last few days he’s been so different. Unsatisfied. Questioning. Like what he wants has changed. I don’t get it. Anyway, if you see him, would you ask him to call home? He’d had some to drink, and I’m getting pretty freaked.”

“I wouldn’t worry. He’s been working so hard. He needs some rest. But yeah, I’ll tell him to call if I find him, okay?”

“Find him?”

“I’ve got one thought where he might be, but it could be nothing. I’ll check it out.”

“Thanks. You’re such a good friend.”

He hung up and stared at the phone. Christian having a crisis? Mr. Equanimity? That was weird. But he had a hunch. Mel said he’d headed toward Laguna. Not many places were open this late, but Christian had always liked the Sea Shell Bar. He grabbed a coat and scarf and set off on foot.

It only took a few minutes to get his suspicions confirmed. Standing in the doorway at the Sea Shell, he was witness to a sorry sight. And also a very confusing one. Christian was there, all right. Drunk as the proverbial skunk, golden head hanging, but still somehow managing to look gorgeous. On either side of him, like hounds after the skunk, were two guys, both gay. Jason knew them. They leaned in and appeared to be vying for Christian’s attention, which Jase didn’t get, since he knew neither guy was into hitting on straight men. All Christian had to say was get lost, and they’d be gone. But they weren’t gone. Maybe his friend was just too drunk to communicate.

He walked up behind Christian and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, buddy. I found you.”

Christian raised his head with difficulty. Finally his eyes seemed to focus. “Jase, my friend. Jase.” He lazily rolled his head from side to side. “Guys, this is Jason. Isn’t he beautiful, my friend? Isn’t he the purtiest mathemagician you ever saw?”

Both men acknowledged Jason.

What in the hell was Christian saying? Made no sense. “Come on, buddy. Let’s get you home.”

“Not goin’ home. Gonna get my cock sucked.”

Both men looked embarrassed and glanced around at the few remaining customers, then back at Jason.

Christian leaned back against Jase and closed his eyes. What a warm weight. Jason raised an eyebrow at his acquaintances. “What’s going on? He’s straight. What’s he talking about?”

The bigger man, all shaved skull and rippling muscles, shook his head. “Straight, my ass. He’s been coming on to both of us for hours.”

The other guy nodded in agreement.

Jason gave them a disgusted look. “Hours? Doesn’t that tell you something right there? If he was serious, he’d have been in one of your beds for an hour by now.”

“Maybe. But that guy is so gorgeous, I wasn’t going to pass him up.”

Jase smiled. “Yeah, I can see that.”

The other man — smaller, slim — shrugged. “Frankly I think it’s you he wants. He hasn’t stopped talking about you since he got here. Kind of a turnoff, but like Wendell said, he is really pretty.”

Jason shrugged. “I’m just the only gay guy he knows. No basis for comparison.” He propped Christian up. “Come on, bro, let’s go to my house.”

“Oh good. Will you suck my cock, Jase? That would be the best thing of all. Would you?”

Oh shit, this was so not happening! “You’re drunk. Let’s go.”

He managed to get Christian on his feet and moving. Wendell stepped forward. “Need help?”

Jason was a couple inches shorter than Christian and even more slender, but he figured he was strong enough unless Christian went deadweight on him. “I think I got it.”

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So, I am one of those authors who write naughty stuff. It’s funny. I’ve been a professional writer of non-fiction since i was in my twenties. People always said i should write a book but it sounded like too much work! Then i found erotic romance and finally discovered something so fun i was willing to write at night and on weekends. I wrote my first book and it was published in January of 2011 — coming up on my third anniversary. I now have 19 published books with three more on the schedule and another in the computer. I’m still having FUN!

TL_DeceptiveAttraction_coverinHere’s a naughty nibble from my MMF menage, Deceptive Attraction. Enjoy! You can win this book so don’t forget to comment.

Excerpt R: Deceptive Attraction by Tara Lain; M/M/F Contemporary

Available from  Amazon and other retailers

Caleb Martin faces a life crisis — and he’s pretty embarrassed about it. A talented soccer star, he has the chance to sign a lucrative five year contract and be rich and famous. Two problems — Cal is gay and signing the contract means he has to stay in the closet, maybe for life. Plus, he’ll have to spend his years diving for soccer balls when he’d like to be helping people like the rest of his family. A one-night stand with a beautiful man rocks Cal, but the guy vanishes only to reappear where Cal is house-sitting. Too much coincidence? And then a cute tomboy throws Cal’s life choices into confusion. How could he wind up with a commitmentphobe and a woman dedicated to her work in Africa? Oh yeah, and then there’s a big surprise in a snowstorm. Cosmic joker strikes again.

 Having Eli’s tongue in his mouth again felt like heaven. He wanted to keep it there forever. But damn, he wanted to know what the hell was going on even more.

Cal pulled his head back, feeling like he was recovering from some heavy drug. “Hang on. What the fuck is happening?” He looked at Eli. “Why are you here? How did you get here?” He raised his head and looked around. “Where’s Angel?”

Eli leaned his forehead against Cal’s chest. He sounded like he’d nearly drowned and needed life support. “I think she ran upstairs. I think she was upset.”

“Shit.”

“Why was she upset, Cal?” The gold eyes looked up at him.

“Hell no. I don’t owe you any explanations, and I’m not doing this one-on-one. Come with me.” Cal grabbed Eli’s wrist. The guy might be strong, but Cal was stronger. So he got off when Eli dominated him in bed, but not now, buddy. Cal wanted some answers. He dragged Eli through the great room and up the stairs to the second level. A few doors down the hall, he stopped in front of Angel’s room. The door was closed. He tried the handle. Locked. “Angel, it’s me. Open the door.”

From inside the room, he heard a muffled reply. “Go away. You have what you want.”

“Women!” Fuck, he’d never expected to say that in his life. He banged on the door. “Angel, open the damned door, or I’ll kick it down and ruin Roan’s beautiful woodwork.”

Eli leaned against the door. “And I’ll have to fix it.”

There was a pause, then a click, but the door didn’t open. Cal pushed the handle down and shoved. Success. Angel had made it all the way back to her bed and was sitting, arms crossed over her chest, her back against the headboard, looking like a beautiful, sulky teenage boy.

Still holding Eli’s wrist, Cal pointed to the other side of the bed. “Sit.” He released him, and Eli did as he was told with a tiny, wry smile.

Okay, had to get out of this fucking suit before he did one more thing. He ripped at his tie and pulled it off, removed his suit coat, folded it over a chair, and kicked off his shoes. He glanced up to find gold eyes and brown ones gazing at him. Angel looked like she would gladly slit his throat, and Eli looked like the whole thing was damned funny. Neither said a word.

Let ’em wait. He took a few more minutes getting comfortable than he absolutely had to, then sat on the end of the bed opposite Eli, his body turned halfway toward each of them. “Nobody is leaving here until I know what’s going on. Got it?” No response from the peanut gallery. He pointed at Eli. “You. You left me. I woke up, and you were gone. What the fuck did you think, I was going to try to drag you to a preacher or something?”

“Cal, I’m sorry…”

“I know, I know, relationship rhymes with commitment.”

“Kind of. I can’t explain completely. I have this really complicated life that’s not good for anyone, and it makes it hard for me to get close to people.” He’d been looking at his hands, and now he looked up, gold eyes shining. “But shit, Cal, I’ve missed you so bad. Every day I wake up thinking of you.”

Cal couldn’t decide if he wanted to throw himself at the man or throw something at him. There were too many more questions. “Is that why you’re here? You looked for me?”

Eli looked down again. “No. I didn’t even know your last name.”

Angel chimed in. “And speaking of names, you said your name was Edward. How come he calls you Eli?”

“My professional name is Edward, but my real name is Elijah. Part of that complicated life.”

Cal took over. “So if it wasn’t to find me, why are you here? This can’t be a coincidence.”

“I agree, it looks really weird, but somehow it actually is a coincidence. I was in New York visiting, uh, family. A friend called me and told me there was a great gay bar in Brooklyn and he’d meet me there. You know the rest of that. The next day, I got a call from, uh, a family member saying there was a woodworking job up for grabs because some other guy had backed out due to scheduling. He gave me a number for your contractor, and the guy hired me based on referrals. What are the chances we’d meet both places? Shit, that is serious coincidence.”

Cal had almost lost track of Angel until he heard her voice laced with sarcasm. “Well, that explains everything oh so neatly, except what the hell the two of you are doing sitting on my bed?”

She hadn’t moved from her cross-armed posture, brown eyes glowering. Pieces started falling into place in Cal’s brain. WTF? He pointed at Eli. “So you didn’t even know I was going to be here, and yet I found you in the chummiest of conversations with Angel, who, despite all appearances, is a woman! What exactly were you doing?”

Eli grinned. “Flirting.” He shrugged. “Just because I like guys doesn’t mean I don’t like girls too, and she’s adorable.”

Cal grumbled. “I know.”

Eli frowned. “Yeah, you sure as hell must know for her to be so upset at us kissing. What do you two have going, my gay friend?”

Angel piped in. “We were lovers.”

Instead of exploding as Cal expected, Eli laughed. “Well, look at you, you tricky bisexual devil.”

It was Cal’s turn to pout. “I never said I didn’t like girls.”

“When was the last time you had sex with a female, not counting Angel?”

“Umm, five years ago.”

“So that doesn’t exactly make you an ardent bisexual.” The gold eyes focused on Angel, who was watching this whole exchange like a Ping-Pong game. “You do have your charms, little Angel.”

She put hands on her hips, which looked funny, sitting cross-legged as she was. “If you two have finished airing your laundry, why don’t you leave my room since, despite my charms, I seem to have outlived my usefulness to both of you.” She looked brave, but the tears in her eyes made her a liar.

Cal looked at her. Shit. He wanted Eli, he was sure of that, but the idea of walking out of Angel’s room made his stomach ache. Still, he didn’t know what to say. He got up slowly from the bed and took a few steps toward the door.

“Hey, big guy, if you don’t want her, I sure as hell do.”

Cal spun on the man. “What the fuck, Eli? You kissed me.”

“Yeah, well, I just know you better. I was working up to kissing her.”

Angel leaned forward. “Excuse me?”

Eli ignored her.

Cal was going to kill the man. “What in the hell do you want from me?”

Eli gave him a level gaze. “Why don’t you answer that?”

“You want sex. That’s all you wanted then, and I don’t imagine that’s changed.” Crap, why should that feel like a stab in his heart?

Eli looked down for a moment, then back at Cal. “That’s not completely true. Hell yes, I want sex with you. I picked you, remember, out of a lot of choices. You are something special, and if circumstances were different, I might want more.” He shrugged. “But it is what it is.”

Cal sneered. “It’s not me; it’s you.”

Angel gave a little snort.

Eli smiled. “Yes, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have sex.”

Angel leaned forward. “Then get the hell out of my room.”

Eli ignored her again. “What do you want, Cal?”

What did he want? Romance, white picket fences? How did that fit into his life? He shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“Do you want to walk out of here like Angel said?”

Never have Angel again? Never have Eli again? Cal shook his head.

“So…?”

A whisper was all he could manage. “I want you.”

“Just me?”

“No, I want Angel too.”

“How the hell does that work?” She threw a pillow but missed Cal’s head by a mile. Not a great pitcher.

Eli smiled like a wolf that’d just cornered little Red. “How it works is that Cal takes off all those clothes, climbs on this bed, and proves just how bisexual he is while I fuck the hell out of his ass.”

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