SALE! Limited time WOLF IN GUCCI LOAFERS for 99¢! #TaraLain

Hi! To celebrate my new werewolf book, Rome and Jules, releasing March 6th, Dreamspinner has put up this Special Sale on Wolf in Gucci Loafers, one of the most popular paranormal novels I’ve written. Grab it quick!

For a limited time, WOLF IN GUCCI LOAFERS is on sale for only 99 Cents!!

Grab your copy now at Dreamspinner


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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And be sure to get your copy of Rome and Jules, the werewolf homage to Shakespeare! Buy it HERE and everywhere!

Big Backlist Weekend– Free eBooks from Lex and Tara!










Welcome to the first Big Backlist Weekend on my new Blog and Website! These events happen the last weekend of every month! A special guest and i feature books from our backlists and give away free ebooks!

Lots going on today. Be sure to Click HERE (or scroll down) to visit the fabulous Kay KB_LockingHorns_coverlg-1Berrisford’s new release Locking Horns plus her delicious Greenwood giveaway.

Now into the backlist! My guest this weekend is Lex Valentine. You’ve probably heard me praising Lex to the skies for her design of my wonderful website. Well, she’s also a bestselling author. This weekend, she’s giving away a copy of her NEW Save Your Love. From virgin to rock star, this is a compelling story! I’m giving away a copy of Beach Balls, my sexy underwater love story. Leave a comment to be entered to win in both drawings! So there are two winners. Got it?


Decades define a young man’s life as he goes from a virgin discovering his sexual orientation to a rock star fending off masses of lovestruck fans to a composer of Broadway musicals while an epic love for his best friend commands his heart, permeates his soul and flows through his music.

 Jay Sparks lost his virginity and found his true sexual orientation at a rock festival on his eighteenth birthday. He also gave away his heart. Through the years, Jay’s love for his best friend and first lover Matt Langdon has never died. The one thing Jay has always known to be true was that he and Matt loved each other. Even when they were apart, Jay always felt Matt’s presence within him and beside him. When fate finally brings them back together, finding a way to blend their lives becomes a labor of love. Through their years together, the love they found at eighteen grows and matures but remains an eternal flame that burns unwavering in both their hearts.

Excerpt Adult:

May 1987 – Spartan Stadium, San Jose, California

Jay had always hated ballads. As a headbanger of the first order with the long hair to prove it, Jay had a duty to scoff at ballads. Ballads were for girls. He glanced over his shoulder at the masses of big-haired, tight-jeaned females streaming toward the front of the stage and repressed a shudder. Those acid-wash-covered asses did nothing for him. Neither did the smooth skin that showed below tight crop tops and the mounds of full breasts that strained the stitching of those tops.

Unfortunately for Jay, girls liked him. His newly sprouted height of six feet went along with his new status as an adult. Just turned eighteen and about to graduate from high school, Jay had the world by its tail. With long dark hair that reached the waistband of his tight button fly jeans, wide shoulders, deep blue eyes, a smattering of freckles over a straight nose, high cheekbones and dimples that appeared in his cheeks when he smiled, Jay had been told he was everything a teenage girl could want and then some. They plagued him constantly, brushing up against him, asking him out, trying to enlist his friends to help them snare Jay as a boyfriend. But no matter what they did, he wasn’t interested. Had never been interested. Would never be interested. At the moment, the only thing that interested Jay was music.

He stood in the open-air stadium surrounded by his best buddies who had taken him to the concert as a birthday gift. His best friend Matt had purchased his ticket months before. They stood amongst twenty thousand other long-haired metal heads that filled the home of the San Jose State Spartans for a day long rock festival featuring bands they all loved.

Jay was there for two reasons above all others. One, because Matt was there and two, because his all-time favorite band Great White was playing. No other band rocked Jay’s soul the way Great White did. From their guitar riffs to their pyrotechnics to the guitar solos of their ballads — the only part of ballads Jay did like — Great White inspired him. Their set was the best of the festival thus far.

The sun had sunk almost below the horizon with only purple, pale gold and fuchsia streaks left of the daylight, the stage shone like glittering diamonds in the darkness. The band began to play “Save Your Love” and Jay’s friends groaned. A ballad. Ugh. Jay shuddered and his best friend Matt tugged at his T-shirt sleeve.


“Let’s go get a drink during the ballad. All the girls will be crowding the front of the stage right now and it will be easy to get to the concession stands,” Matt said directly into Jay’s ear.

They slipped away from their friends, pushing through the crowds easily. Matt darted up toward the mezzanine level and Jay followed. He laughed as Matt’s athletic build and long legs easily carried him up the steps and kept him ahead of Jay’s clumsier efforts. They reached the mezzanine area and stopped between the concession stand and the men’s restrooms to look down at the thousands of people who crowded the field in front of the stage.

At the moment, with the headliners playing one of their biggest hits, only one or two people stood at the concessions. Matt turned toward the restrooms, tugging at Jay’s sleeve again.

“C’mon. I gotta take a leak.”

They walked into the bathrooms and found them empty. The thunder of the music could be heard even inside the cement walls of the men’s room.

“Geez, it’s loud,” Jay muttered and turned toward a urinal.

Matt’s hand gripped his sleeve harder and tugged. Moments later, Jay found himself inside a stall, his back to the stall door and his best friend’s mouth covering his. Instantaneous heat flooded Jay’s body. His cock went from flaccid to steel bar rigid in less time than it took Matt to slide his tongue inside Jay’s mouth. Weak kneed from the sudden onslaught of lust, Jay sagged against the stall door and let his best friend kiss the stuffing out of him. All he could do was thrust his hips against Matt’s and slide his hands under the hem of Matt’s T-shirt to clutch at the muscles of his friend’s back.

When Matt released Jay’s mouth it was only to begin sucking on his neck. Jay groaned, the sound echoing in the empty restroom. He held onto Matt tightly, afraid the amazing sensations flooding his body were nothing but a dream. Not that he’d ever had a dream this hot. He’d never felt anything like what was happening to him in that moment. He’d never thought of it, never imagined it, never believed anything like it could happen.

Jay had never even given his sexuality a second thought. He didn’t seem to want girls but he had never been attracted to a guy either. The only thing that had ever turned him on was guitars and music. Now, with Matt’s body pressed intimately to his, their groins rubbing together urgently, he realized that he was more than attracted to Matt. But with all that testosterone in the air and his dick harder than it had ever been, Jay couldn’t really think beyond the moment. He’d have to ponder what it all meant later. All that mattered in that instant was Matt’s hands lowering his zipper.

Gasping for air, Jay wrenched his mouth from Matt’s. Green eyes dark with lust stared at him. Hands pushed at the denim around his hips and then cool air touched the hard length of his cock.

Matt blinked. Jay licked his lips. Matt groaned and buried his face in Jay’s neck.

“I want you.”

For a moment, Jay thought he’d said it. He certainly thought it. But no, the husky whisper was Matt’s. The lips caressing the side of his throat were Matt’s. The hands that gripped his hips, the fingers that dug into his buttocks, the cock that slid against his…all Matt. Somehow, in their aching, thrusting, panting and frantic first kisses, Matt had managed to undo his own jeans as well as Jay’s. The sensation of cock grinding on cock made Jay faint with lust.

“Want you too,” he panted, his fingers grabbing Matt’s ass and squeezing.

Matt moaned and bucked his hips against Jay’s. “We don’t have much time.”

With that, Matt slid to his knees and took Jay’s cock into his mouth. The intense suckling, the heat and wetness, sent Jay’s mind spinning. He’d never felt anything so good. Pleasure caught him in a tight grip. He writhed against the metal of the stall door as Matt’s fingers slipped between the cheeks of his ass and teased his tender hole. Matt’s mouth continued to suck him from glans to base, his tongue swirling.

When Jay began to thrust his hips, Matt gagged a few times but then he caught the rhythm and his throat began to swallow when the tip of Jay’s cock touched it. Jay thought he’d died and gone to heaven especially when he heard the swell of guitars making the floor beneath his feet rumble and the metal walls of the bathroom stall rattle. Music and Matt, what more could he ever want?

One of Matt’s hands tugged Jay’s tight balls as a fingertip slipped into Jay’s hole. Fire flashed through Jay’s body at the next suck of Matt’s wet mouth on the length of his cock. He cried out, his hands gripping his best friend’s broad shoulders, his body quaking as he spewed his hot semen onto Matt’s tongue. His orgasm seemed to go on and on until tears of intense pleasure seeped from the corners of his tightly closed eyes. He’d never felt anything like it.

Finally, his cock softened and Matt’s mouth slid from the sensitive flesh. Jay opened his eyes and sagged against the door as Matt stood, chest heaving, cock dripping pre-come onto his tight abs. Jay stared at him, lost in the picture of abandoned lust Matt presented. He’d never seen anything so beautiful in his whole life.

He reached for Matt and sank his hands into the man’s golden hair, dragging him close. Their mouths met and Jay dropped one hand to Matt’s cock, palming it and stroking it. He’d never touched another cock before. All he knew about cocks was what he knew about his own. But he somehow managed to stroke Matt’s in a way that made his best friend shiver and moan. He pulled on Matt’s balls, squeezed his muscular ass cheeks, teased the tender flesh behind his balls and wrapped his hand around the thick erection, stroking it from base to tip with a twisting grip made slick with pre-come. Matt whimpered against Jay’s throat, snuffling and gasping as Jay brought him to orgasm with his hand. Hot, sticky fluid shot between their bellies, smearing both of them as they frantically kissed and rubbed against each other.

And then it was done.

Silence broken only by the sound of their slowing breaths settled over them. The vibrations of the loud music stopped. Matt raised his head. Their gazes met, both of them dazed.



Wow! Love it!

My Backlist book this weekend is Beach Balls.

Excerpt R: Beach Balls by Tara Lain; MM Contemporary

Available  from Amazon, ARe

Adam James is so far in the closet he could find Narnia. But coming out would threaten all he’s built as the lead attorney for WMA Development, and the million dollars he can get when he finishes pushing  a big land remediation project through the City Council. Then on an early morning scuba dive, Adam meets a tall, lean rebreather diver named Sky who makes him want to live a different life. But Adam’s dreams are shattered when he walks into the council meeting and finds the fire-breathing environmentalist who’s screwing up  his chances of winning is none other than that same beautiful man. Sky Sea Mickeljohn doesn’t compromise, so how could he find himself lusting after a damned developer? And what happens when somebody open’s Adam’s closet door? These two better start telling the truth if they’re ever going to find world peace.


Still walking, Sky pointed at some boulders at the base of the cliff. “Want to sit for a while?”


Sky sank down on the sand beside the biggest rock. He scooted to the far side, which would make him invisible to anyone down the beach by the restaurant. He patted the sand beside him.

Adam sat, and Sky put an arm around him, pulling him close. Man, this was new territory. Adam took a deep breath.

“Is this uncomfortable for you?”

“No, just different.”

“Because you don’t go with guys in public?”

“Yeah. And when I am with them I usually top so I take the lead.”

“Oh, sorry.” Sky started to withdraw.

Adam grabbed his hand. “No I wasn’t complaining. Just explaining.”

Sky tightened his arm. “You like this?”

“Yeah. I do.” Adam wasn’t lying. The man was angel-faced and almost girlie with his halo of curls, but he sure knew how to be a man.


The roar of the ocean and yammering of the seagulls almost overpowered the sound of his heart in his ears. This was so damned nice. Adam pressed closer and fit his head into the hollow below Sky’s collarbone. He felt…almost cared for. Odd. That wasn’t a feeling he ever got. No one took care of Adam but Adam. Still. Sky felt good, warm, and even a little safe, which was bizarre since he was threatening Adam’s carefully manufactured identities.

Sky palmed Adam’s cheek then coaxed his face up. Adam looked into the stormy blue eyes as Sky’s lips gently touched Adam’s. He nuzzled then nipped, followed by a broad tongue lick full on the mouth. Adam laughed but he had to admit it sounded a lot like a giggle. He buried a hand in Sky’s curls and pulled his head tight, tasting minty toothpaste and pure goodness.

Adam twisted so they faced each other and wrapped his other arm tightly around Sky’s waist, pulling him close. Sky’s tongue was deep, marauding, hot and wet. Adam’s cock sprang to attention like a marine on parade. He felt as though years, not hours had passed since they’d last fucked. Sky was a heady drug, and Adam was rapidly becoming an addict.

Sky’s tongue pressed deep inside. Somebody moaned. Adam wasn’t sure who, but he wanted more. He rose up on his knees and threw one leg across Sky’s lap, settled his butt and leaned forward so their cocks pressed hard. Sweet Jesus, that felt good. He rode against Sky’s cock, and every thrust sent fire shooting through his balls.

Sky threw his head back. “Holy crap.”

What was he doing? Adam looked over his shoulder. No one was coming. Still, he should stop. But he couldn’t make his hips quit grinding against Sky’s cock.

Sky’s arms came around him. “You didn’t tell me you got rich doing lap dances, buddy.” His breath came so hard he could barely talk, and his hips pushed up like he was being timed for speed. “Hell, I’d pay a million bucks for you.”


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Kay Berrisford is LOCKING HORNS with Love! Free Book for You.

KB_LockingHorns_coverlg-1Hi everyone–

I always love welcoming my friend Kay Berrisford to the blog. Her books are so exciting and she’s so nice! Be sure to comment, because Kay is giving away a copy of one of her Greenwood Series and that’s some good books! Here’s Kay–

Stag-shifters in love and war!  Revisiting Herne the Hunter in Locking Horns.

In my new release, Locking Horns, I’ve revisited two of my favorite characters—Herne the Hunter, that brooding fifteen-hundred-year-old spirit whose stag antlers shift into being when his passions are stirred, and his lover, Tam. Those of you who’ve read Bound for the Beast will already know all about these two. (If not, now’s the time to catch up, though Locking Horns can also be read as a standalone introduction to the Greenwood series.) In first book, Herne and feisty village lad Tam are bound together when a fairy betrothal ceremony goes wrong. They’re hurtled into a magical race against time to break their enchanted connection before the effects prove fatal for Tam. Of course, love blossoms—to know how and why you’ll have to read the book—and Herne eventually claims and remakes Tam as a fellow immortal shape-shifter, so they can find their “happy ever after.”

As I’d set Tam and Herne up for an eternity together, it seemed natural to revisit them some time in a sequel. But this presented me with that age-old problem. How can I create enough tension between my boys for an interesting romance, without spoiling the ending of the previous book? I was recently lucky enough to discuss this matter with some writers more experienced than I. I learned that some people argue believable characters can never have a real “happy ever after,” unless we follow them all through life to death—which is kind of sad in a different way. We can only ever have “happy for now” endings, but the trick is to satisfy yourself and the reader that the folk we’ve been on a journey with are in love and can now negotiate the pleasures and pitfalls of a life together.

This seems a helpful way of viewing the issue.  I don’t think I’d like to read or write about two characters I’d seen falling in love cheating in a sequel, but that’s just a personal opinion. I’m open to anything that’s written sensitively and well. However, the course of true love rarely runs smoothly—and for Herne and Tam, negotiating hundreds of years together was bound to throw up some trouble.  After all, Herne is an Iron Age warrior, and by the start of Locking Horns, set in 1804, the world is changing rapidly. Herne yearns for the ancient past—whereas Tam embraces all things shiny, modern, and new.  But they’ve even greater challenges ahead. As the forests are diminished and destroyed, Greenwood magic is fading. Herne fears his and Tam’s enchanted existences are threatened. Will they find a way to tackle their troubles as a couple, or have to face the brave new world—and maybe death—alone?

In the end, I enjoyed exploring these issues so much, I have tentative plans for a Herne/Tam story set in the present day. After all, if Herne is having trouble in 1804, how would my ancient stag-shifter negotiate 2013? Would Tam embrace the modern world too keenly, and go horribly wrong—become a speed freak, or fall victim to an addiction? Who knows! But it’s too fun picturing Herne getting impatient in a supermarket queue and trying not to sprout those mighty horns—lest he get arrested or dragged off to appear on Jerry Springer!

Thanks to Tara for having me here today J

Locking Horns (The Greenwood) is out now, from Loose Id.

Find out more:

If you’d like to win your choice of any of the previous three Greenwood books KB_BoundBeast_coverin(Bound for the Forest, Bound to the Beast, or Lord of the Forest) plus a $10 GC please comment to win here or at any of the stops on my mini blog tour (For schedule visit

Blurb: England, 1804. Herne the Hunter has roamed the forests for hundreds of years and he’s known love with fellow half stag-shifter Tam for the past two centuries. The passion between them sizzles hot as ever, but times are changing. Greenwood magic is fading and this threatens both Herne and Tam’s immortality and the bond between them.

After Herne discovers the Greenwood fairies are dying, and dockworkers felling oaks to build warships might be to blame, he wants to fight the modern world with his warrior’s sword. Tam, who embraces all things new, desires a dominant partner, not a brute who wants to drag England back to the Dark Ages. Soon the Wild Hunt, Herne’s ancient army of doom, are back, tempting him to unleash his wrath, and the rhythm of Herne and Tam’s lovemaking seems broken for good. When Tam’s plan to reinstate a spring ritual goes awry, only Herne can save him. Herne must choose between his past and future, and they both must decide what matters most—eternal life or eternal love.

This story can be read as a sequel to Bound to the Beast, a prequel to Bound for the Forest, or as an introduction to the Greenwood series.



Herne’s amused grunt betrayed that his anger had waned. Now Tam could turn the huntsman’s wild passions to their advantage. He splayed his hands across Herne’s back, smoothing the leather of his old-fashioned tunic, relishing the muscles beneath. Herne relaxed under his touch and looked down at him, those great antlers swaying forward, and raised a brow.

He cupped Herne’s iron-hard arse and squeezed. “I’d feel a lot better if we found the fairies’ secret betrothal dell. Do you remember the way?”

“I do.” Herne’s midnight-blue eyes glinted, and heat seared between them. Tam felt the outline of Herne’s burgeoning erection against his belly, and his cock twitched in response.

His smile broadened into a grin. “You know what those bloody fairies are like. Inquisitive as washerwomen. If we set about recapturing past glories—if you claim me all over again—they won’t be able to resist coming to watch. Then all your worries…will…be…over.”

Tam’s words trailed to near nothing as Herne pressed forward and seized his lips in a ravishing kiss. He yielded at once, drawing Herne’s hot tongue inside, savoring the scrub of hard stubble against his softer skin. Even after all their years together, Herne’s taste and commanding demeanor sent a wondrous shock coursing through him. Herne’s raw masculinity had been wrought in a lost era of tribal lords, when he’d battled the might of Rome. His power as a spirit—gifted to him by the Mother Goddess, creator of all things—rolled in torrents from him too.

Herne crushed Tam against him, sweeping to such depths that Tam could scarce breathe. Tam didn’t care. He slipped his tongue against Herne’s and worked the kiss with an affection that sang sweeter each season they passed together. The demispirit of the holly, while not always in perfect agreement with his lover, had been created to cherish the oak.

When Herne finally broke the kiss, he cupped Tam’s face and growled in hunger. Tam gasped for air, and his cock ached. He needed Herne to pull him closer, to fuck him to oblivion, and he couldn’t contain the lust that flooded his veins.

An exquisite pain ripped through his head, and the pressure released. As Herne caressed him, his antlers surged upward from his skull. When Herne had made him a demispirit, he’d shared his crown. Though not as majestic as Herne’s, Tam’s horns were now as impressive as those of a buck in his prime, covered in a velvety down.

Panting, Tam scuffed his foot and straightened, adjusting to the weight on his head. When he leaned closer to Herne, their bony appendages interwove with a noisy clack.

“All right?” Herne’s voice sounded thick with desire.

Tam nodded, teeth gritted. When their antlers reared, their carnal needs—whether born of man or beast—held sway. He gathered his breath and then grabbed Herne’s hand. “Let’s find this dell, or you’re going to have to fuck me right here among the bluebells.”


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Thank you so much for stopping by. Be sure to leave a comment to win one of Kay’s Greenwood books! YUM!

Dirty Birdie Flock Hop! Free Books and Prizes for You

DBFH1.1-204x300Welcome to the Dirty Birdies Flock Hop with great books and prizes! The Dirty Birdies are a group of so fabulous (she said modestly) erotic romance writers who believe pervs of a feather flock together and that’s why you’re here! You can see our delicious blog HERE.

This is a perfectly sized Hop that lets you get to everyone on the list in three days! You can see all the participants HERE. But while the number of bloggers is moderate, our grand prize is very nice indeed.

  • Someone who posts their comment and email on one of the participating blogs will win a $100 Gift Card!

In addition to that, here on my blog you can win:

  • A $5 GC to Amazon
  • Your choice of any Balls to the Wall book — Volley Balls, Fire Balls, Beach Balls, or Snow Balls
  • Everyone can also receive my new book, Love You So Hard, FREE by BottomYousohardclicking HERE. (You will have to join the MM Romance Group to get the book  for now)

So let’s talk about dirty! Lots of erotic romance authors, including myself, often joke that we write dirty books or smut. Lord knows, my books are as erotic as they come. I had one reviewer say she flushed a few times at the sex scenes in one of my menages! But after twenty or so stories, i have to firmly say i don’t write dirty books. I write books about love.

In a workshop recently, i was teaching the group about “how to write erotic romance for fun and profit”. I said an erotic romance is a work of fiction which centers on the growing love relationship between main characters and during the growth of love they have sex (very much as in life). The thing that distinguishes erotic romance is that the door stays open during the sex. But seriously, we get to know these characters inside and out. We know what they want, what they fear, and what stands in the way of them having their desires fulfilled. Why on earth should we exclude their sexual experiences and feelings from what we know? I love erotic romance, reading it and writing it.

TL_SpellCatJust for fun, here’s a romantic little nibble from my MM paranormal romance, Spell Cat. 


“Shouldn’t you be getting married too?”


What the…? The voice came from behind him. He turned and looked at the entry to the living room, into that most-loved face. The face that had launched the Witch Master. Blaine walked into the room with Aloysius on his shoulder. Killian shook his head. “I don’t think so… Uh, I don’t know? Should I?”


Blaine walked around the couch to where Killian stood. Lavender scooted aside to make room for him. “Of course. Since you are uniting witches and humans here, shouldn’t you show your support by marrying a human? I happen to be one, and I even have a ring.”


“But I’m a witch.”




Sweet gods, Blaine believed him. “But you don’t want to marry a witch.”


“I want to marry you.”


“But the spell?”


“Fuck the spell.” He looked around at the gathered witches. “Please excuse me.” The green eyes came back to him. “I don’t care about spells; I care about you. Marry me.”


Love was the greatest power. Greater than any spell.


The room stilled. Killian bet they could hear his heart beating. He took a deep breath.


A little voice rose. One of the mixed-race witch children said, “Oh, c’mon, Witch Master. Say yes.”


Laughter erupted everywhere. He felt his own chest shaking, and Blaine reached up and wiped the wet from his cheeks. Oh, blessed gods, don’t take this away. Make it be true. He smiled. “Are you sure? I really am a witch, you know.”


Blaine laughed. “Hell, yes, I know. Even I couldn’t explain away today’s demonstration. But I’ll share with you my theories about the relationship of the quantum reality to witchcraft…”


Jimmy laughed. “Hey, I want to hear that. But first, don’t you have to get a reply?”


Blaine’s face softened. Al purred so loudly, the children nearby laughed. “Marry me, Killian. I love you. We’ll work out the details.”


“Yes, oh gods, yes. I love you so much.”


Lavender raised a glass. “Friends, on Saturday you are also invited to the wedding of Killian Barth, Witch Master, and Blaine Genneau, professor of quantum physics. Human.”


See? Love. (For the whole wedding, check out the book. ) Thank you so much for coming to our Hop! Remember to leave a comment with your email to be entered for the grand prize and for my prizes! Here’s the Link to all the great authors in the Hop!

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What’s UP? Hops, New Releases, Free Ebooks

DBFH1.1-204x300Hi everyone– I’m calculating the winners of the Website Launch party as we speak! I’ll post the winners in comments, on my Facebook Page, and i’ll notify the winners by email! Thanks so much to everyone for entering.

Coming this week, here on my brand new blog:

Tuesday-Thursday — The Dirty Birdies Flock Hop! More free ebooks, great prizes to win and 50 great authors to visit.

Friday — Kay Berrisford, one of your faves, is visiting with her new release and goodies for KB_BoundBeast_coverinyou. Don’t miss it.

Saturday and Sunday — The Big Backlist Weekend! Win a backlist free ebook from me and guest, Lex Valentine!

Sounds like a fun week to me. I hope it does to you too!While you’re here, why not subscribe to the site? We’d love to have you. And my newsletter lets everyone know about great upcoming events. You can sign up in the right hand column. See you later, gators. : )

Launching the Lain! A Special Event with Goodies for YOU!

DSC02856Hi and welcome to Launching the Lain, the blast off for my new website and blog. First, my sincere thanks to Lex Valentine and Winterheart Designs for the fantabulous job she has done in creating this site! It’s been a ton of work. I hope you all like it. Thanks also to Lex for her prizes she’s awarding today. You’ll see them on the prize list below. Check out Lex’s wonderful books on her site HERE.

Now, let’s get down to some serious launch fun!

SindersAndAshHere are the prizes i’ll be awarding on Tuesday:

  • A $10 GC to Amazon
  • A signed print copy of Sinders and Ash (US only)
  • A choice of my ebook titles (2 winners)
  • A Tara Lain notebook (US only)
  • A Tara Lain carry bag (US only)
  • An ecopy of Lex Valentine’s Save Your LoveValentine_Final_Cover_5_18_2013
  • An ecopy of Lex Valentine’s amazing bestseller, Bitter Bonds

Here’s what you do to be entered to win these prizes:

  • For one entry, promo the new site in some way — FB, Twitter, Blog, Pinterest, Google Plus, etc. — and then tell me in a comment WITH YOUR EMAIL what you did.
  • For two additional entries, subscribe to the site by email or RSS and tell me in your comment that you did.
  • For two additional entries, answer the following questions and send me a message from the contact page with your answers.  Or you can email me directly at tara at taralain dot com. Even if you don’t get them all right, you’ll still get one entry. 

1.What is the name of Tara’s FREE novella that is downloadable from Goodreads?

2 What color are Elijah’s eyes in Deceptive Attraction?

3 What is the name of Tara’s only MF romance?

  • blackcatblueeyes4 When does Cataclysmic Shift release?5 In Snow Balls, who told JJ he should be more masculine?

So there are five possible entries that each person can accumulate — one entry for doing the promo, two entries for subscribing to the site, two entries for answering the questions — But you only need one to be entered. So hang out, play around, and have fun. Tell me how you like the site. I’m so glad you’re here! : )

Welcome to the New Tara Lain Blog!

DSC02856Hi and welcome to my new website and blogging home. I’m so happy you found me. In case you don’t know, I’m Tara Lain and i write the Beautiful Boys of Romance. Please look around and discover new things. On this blog, you may notice a few things missing, like videos. Please excuse. These blog posts were transferred over from my two previous blogs and a few things got lost. From here on out, all the posts will be new and on WordPress, so hopefully, no more lost items!

I love hearing from you. We’re going to be having a Website and Blog Launch Party so watch this space. It will likely be happening in the next day or two! : )