Pre-Order Love You So Madly by Tara Lain #iBooks #Kobo #Dreamspinner

Hi —

I’m still at #RT18. If you’re at the conference, check my last blog for my schedule and come see me. Meanwhile, my next release, Love You So Madly, is appearing for pre-order at different outlets! This is a very romantic story about two unlikely lovers.  If you’d like to grab your copy now, here are some links.

Dreamspinner — https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/love-you-so-madly-by-tara-lain-9634-b

iBooks– https://geo.itunes.apple.com/us/book/love-you-so-madly/id1383081348?mt=11

Kobo — https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/love-you-so-madly

It will be at Amazon and Barnes & Noble very soon. :  )

LORD OF A THOUSAND STEPS is Bestseller in Preorder

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I’m so excited to tell you that my upcoming release, LORD OF A THOUSAND STEPS isAreBestsellerIcon100X100 Bestseller in Preorder! It’s currently in the middle of the Gay Fiction Bestseller List on Amazon and yesterday i received notice that the book had hopped onto the Bestseller List at All Romance eBooks. Today it received it’s star and has climbed to the middle of the list. Then i checked Kobo and found it’s #75 on the LGBT Romance List. It’s also on the Bestseller List at Dreamspinner Press.

The book releases on August 31st, so all this happy news is happening while the book is in preorder. It’s also at iBooks and B&N. For an excerpt, check out this Page.  Here’s a little nibble. #1 - Teaser Graphics - Lord of a Thousand Steps

“I Freakin’ LOVED It!” Review of LORD OF A THOUSAND STEPS

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My upcoming release, LORD OF A THOUSAND STEPS, just received a pre-release review from Lelyana’s Book Blog. Lelyana said, “I finished this book with a happy smile on my face. What a relief! Along with Billy and Shaz’s book, this one has become my favorite in the series.”

I left a message on her site thanking her for reading the book and saying, “I’m so happy you liked it.”

Her reply was so cute. She said, “That’s an understatement. I freakin’ LOVED it!”

If you would like to review this book, please contact me and let me know where you review and what format you need. You can email tara at taralain dot com.

I’m with Lelyana. I also loved writing this book. It’s a story about family, kids, loyalty, love, a giant cat and, of course, some hawt sex! Here are a couple little nibbles of the upcoming book. You can pre-order it NOW at Dreamspinner Press. It will go on pre-order on Amazon and ARe soon. The book releases on August 31st.#1 - Teaser Graphics - Lord of a Thousand Steps

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Sneak Preview! TAYLOR MAID by Tara Lain

 

Taylor Maid

by Tara Lain



Blurb:

He’ll marry the maid to get $50 million but a secret could queer the deal.

Taylor Fitzgerald needs a last-minute bride.

On the eve of his twenty-fifth birthday, the billionaire’s son discovers that despite being gay, he must marry a woman before midnight or lose a fifty-million-dollar inheritance. So he hightails it to Las Vegas… where he meets the beautiful maid Ally May.

There’s just one rather significant problem: Ally is actually Alessandro Macias, son of a tough Brazilian hotel magnate. But if Ally keeps pretending to be a girl for a little while longer, is there a chance they might discover this marriage is tailor-made?

 

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Release Date:



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Taylor Maid by Tara Lain

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Excerpts


 

The wall in the elevator held him upright. So much to do—quitting
his job being at the top of the list. The door opened on his floor. Oh well, he
had his time and passion. That he’d give to the kids at the youth centers—not
that anybody could pay the rent with it.
He dragged himself down the hall toward his suite, staring
at the phone that never rang. With his right hand, he grabbed the key card,
looked up, and stopped so fast he might have had rubber shoes on a shag carpet.
Ally stood in front of his suite, leaning against the wall.
He tried not to gasp too loudly. Ally minus the ugly glasses
and in street clothes was a sight to see. Long, slim legs in trim jeans and a
pink checked shirt that set off her pale complexion and bright red hair.
Adorable. Her hips were so narrow and chest so flat, she could have been a boy
but for the high ponytail. A very cute boy. Obviously Taylor’s cock suffered
from gender confusion, because it wiggled, and Taylor did not do girls. “Hi.
You came.”
She nodded but didn’t smile. “You wanted to see me. You’re a
VIP guest, and I’m a maid. Not wise to refuse.”
That wasn’t the best way to start. “I didn’t mean for it to
be a command performance.”
“Oh?” Lasers behind those brown eyes.
Hell, this was his one chance. No time to argue. “Could you
come in for a minute?” He keyed open the door and held it.
Another nod. She crossed in front of him and stopped in the
middle of the entry. He closed the door and pointed toward the living room.
“Please, come on in and sit.”
She paused, then walked into the living room and perched on
the edge of one of the couches. He sat across from her. Jesus, this was hard.
“Uh, you remember that I got a shock while you were here. Bad news, right?”
“Yes. You seemed upset as I was leaving. I hope things have
improved.”
“Not yet, but they could.” He took a deep breath. “Are you
married or attached?”
She stood straight up with her mouth open. He bounded up
opposite her. “Wait. I said that badly. It’s just that I want to make you a
proposal that requires that you not be married and—”
She started walking toward the door.
“No, wait, please.”
She kept walking.
“Ally, will you marry me?”
Okay, that stopped her. She looked over her shoulder, and
her eyes could have been stop signs, they were so huge. “What did you say?”
The words tumbled out. “I’ll give you a million dollars to
marry me.” Well, damn, Mr. Smooth strikes
again.
“Please, sit down and let me explain. I know I sound nuts, but I’m
harmless.”
She stared at him and suddenly started to laugh. She
stumbled back and collapsed on the couch. “Okay, I confess, there’s not the
slightest chance I could walk away and not hear the rest of this story.” She
held up a hand. “But keep your distance in case you’re as crazy as you sound.”
“Can I get you something to drink?”
She glanced at a serviceable-looking watch on her arm.
“Sure, I’m off the clock. I’ll have a beer.”
Taylor used the trip to the service kitchen to take a
breath. He hadn’t quite thought this through. She was right. He must sound
crazy. Damn, he wasn’t too bad with men. Being with a female was throwing him
off. Or maybe it was being the one who needed something. In business he was
powerful enough and wealthy enough to always be on an even footing. Now he was
a beggar. The cute maid held all the cards. Time to put on his poker face.
He grabbed beer bottles from the fridge, opened them, and
poured into two glasses. For a guy he would have skipped that step. Carrying
the beer, he walked back into the living room. She was sitting forward, elbows
leaning on her knees, staring sideways at the view of the thousands of lights.
Her profile, with its high-bridged nose and strong cheekbones, was etched
against the softly lit room. Pretty.
“Here you go.” He extended the glass, and she took it.
“Thanks.” She took a long drink. Cleaning rooms must be
thirsty work.
He sat opposite her and took his own sip. “Okay, here’s the
deal. I live in San Francisco. My family has money, and I work in the family
business. My grandfather, who started the business, died a number of years ago,
and my father now runs it with a lot of help from me.”
“Don’t you have a board of directors?”
Taylor glanced up. That wasn’t the question he’d expected.
“Uh, yeah. We do, but it’s a privately held firm, so all the directors are kind
of figureheads who report to my father.”
“I see.”
Did she? “Anyway, I just found out—” He glanced at his watch.
“—a few hours ago, that the inheritance my grandfather left me came with
unusual strings attached. My father hid this from me.”
“Why? He wanted the money for himself?”
“Exactly. What he didn’t tell me was that I have to be
married by my twenty-fifth birthday in order to collect the inheritance.”
She raised an eyebrow. They were a lot darker than her
bright hair. “Daddy has been a very bad boy.”
Were all maids this savvy? “Yes. The problem is my birthday
is tomorrow. In other words, it starts at midnight tonight.”
“Wow.” She frowned. “Do you have to be married by your
birthday or on your birthday?” She took another mouthful of beer.
“The will said by
my birthday, and I can’t talk to the lawyer who drew it up to determine the
meaning, because he’s on my father’s side.”
“Holy crap.”
Taylor grinned. “Yeah.”
“How come you let that happen? I thought you were so good in
business.”
He almost laughed. Who was she? Bill Gates? Instead he
sighed. “When my grandfather died, I was an eighteen-year-old kid busy trying
to figure out his sexuality. I loved him, and his death broke my heart. I
didn’t have any energy to protect myself from my father.”
“I’m really sorry.” She sipped. “So, easy. You call a woman
you know, ask her to marry you, and tell her she gets a cut.”
“That’s why I’m here.”
She looked around. “So where is she?”
“Remember when I got the upsetting phone call?”
“Yes.”
“That was me finding out that the woman I was planning to
ask had been in an accident and isn’t coming.”
“Oh dear.”
“Yes.”
“So call another girl.”
“I did. You.” 

 

 

Taylor held Ally’s arm tightly as they walked, the play of
muscle under the jacket very noticeable—and appealing. Must be all that bathtub
scrubbing.
The minister pointed to some documents on the table. “Please
sign these.”
Ally clutched his wrist. He smiled. Sound calm. “Come on, easy does it.” He barely looked at the
license as he signed, he was so busy focusing calming energy on Ally. “Okay, your
turn.”
She swallowed hard, looked at him like she’d just run over
the deer in the headlights, grabbed the pen, and signed Ally May in a scrawl.
The minister clapped his hands. “Lovely, lovely. Come now.”
He grabbed her hand, ignored the electricity that sparked up
his arm at the feel of her warm skin, and pulled her to the head of the aisle.
A woman sat at an organ and started playing the wedding
march.
Ally shook her red hair again. “No, I don’t want to march.”
“Okay, we’ll walk up together, how does that sound?”
“Okay.”
Taking her hand, he started to walk, and she took off like
there was a prize for how fast you could get to the altar. The lady on the
organ sped up the wedding march to a wedding run, and it almost made Taylor
laugh—almost.
He kept hold of Ally’s hand. Her flowers shook like Disney
had animated them. She set them on the front seat of the first row of chairs.
The minister walked around them since he’d gotten there
last, looked at his watch, and picked up the Bible. Must have another couple coming in soon. “Dearly beloved, we are
gathered here to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony.”
“Taylor?”
The minister stopped. “Is everything all right?”
She shook her head. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
Taylor nodded. Uh-oh.
“Okay.”
With a bang that made them all jump an inch, the door to the
chapel burst open. A big bald man stood there, frowning, staring around the
room.
The minister cleared his throat. “If you don’t mind, there’s
a wedding in progress.”
The man’s frown got deeper. “Yeah, okay. Sorry.”
“Did you wish to take a seat and attend the ceremony?”
“Uh, no. I’ll stand.” He sounded like he’d escaped from Guys and Dolls.
The minister looked at Ally. “Miss, I believe you were
saying something?”
She’d turned white as her shirt. Her big eyes strayed toward
the door and then back to Taylor’s face. “No, nothing. Just get on with it.”
Taylor whispered, “Shall I ask him to leave? Is he bothering
you?”
“No, no. Don’t do that, please.”
God, he felt like he was torturing her. “Do you want to
change your mind?”
The door to the chapel closed. The intruder was gone.
She glanced at the entrance, sighed, and stared at her
shoes.
“Ally?”
For a full thirty seconds she said nothing, then finally
shook her head. “No. Continue.”
The minister smiled. “Ah, good.” He started talking about
the sacred union of marriage.
Okay, that made Taylor feel fully weird. But hell, people
got married because they drank too much and wanted memories from Vegas. His
union wasn’t the strangest—was it?
“Do you, Taylor Fitzgerald, take this woman to be your
lawfully wedded wife?”
“What? Oh yes, I do.”
“And do you, Ally May, take this man to be your lawfully
wedded husband?”
He squeezed her hand. He kind of expected another long wait,
but she piped up, “Yes.”
“Do you have a ring?”
Taylor produced the beautiful diamond and sapphire circle.
He had to reach down for her hand, and it shook so hard he could barely get the
ring on, but it fit perfectly.
He handed her his ring, and she managed to get it on his
left ring finger, but it was a near thing—twice she almost dropped it.
The minister clapped his hands. Probably out of relief. “You
may kiss the bride.”
Well, hell, he’d forgotten that part. She looked up at him,
and those brown eyes glittered. Oh, she
wears contacts. Wonder why she needs glasses?
Her breath smelled like the mint
ice cream she’d eaten for dessert, and it made him shiver. He leaned forward
and pressed his lips gently against hers. Her mouth was freezing like her
hands—but sweet. So sweet.
He pulled back, and she instantly stared at the floor. God,
his cock even danced a bit at that kiss. Maybe when he went to bed he’d have
time to think about why he responded like this to a woman. He never had before.
 

 

 

 The sun seeped around
the Roman shades on the windows, casting stripes of brightness across the bed.
“Uh, Taylor, it’s about
Ally that I called you.”
“Yeah, okay.” He crept
forward and peered around the wall toward the bed. Sure enough, Stonewall
curled in a ball on one pillow while Ally’s hair flowed across the other,
creating a red to orange mosaic. He smiled—then stopped.
“There’s something you
should know.”
“Yeah?” His eyes
fixated, and he walked two more steps toward the bed. Ally lay on her back, one
arm above her head, with the white silk pajamas clinging to her body. Where he
was used to seeing small, perky breasts, the silk lay completely flat. So maybe
she enhanced a bit. But that wasn’t what held him rapt. It was the part that
wasn’t flat. At her crotch, the fabric stood straight up in the air like a
tent—a tent with a substantial tent pole.

“Taylor, I don’t know
how to say this, so I’m just going to spit it out. Coco says Ally is a man.”

 

 

 

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”!

You can find Tara at

               
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Cover Reveal! Tara Lain’s CANNING THE CENTER. YUM!

Hi everyone — I’m so excited to show you the new cover of my upcoming book! What do you think? This book is a fave of mine and i hope it will be one of your favorites too. If you plan to read it, will you mark it as To Read on Goodreads? And if you want to be among the first to get it, you can pre-order today at Dreamspinner Press. See the Links below.
Canning The Center
(Long Pass Chronicles Series, #2)
by Tara Lain
 
Blurb:
Six foot seven inch, 300 pound Jamal Jones loves football, so when he finds out the ultra-conservative owner of his new pro football team fired their current center because he’s gay, bisexual Jamal decides to stay in the closet and hang with the females. Then, at a small drag show, he comes face-to-face with his sexual fantasy in the form of Trixie LaRue, a drag queen so exquisitely convincing she scrambles Jamal’s hormones — and his resolve to nurse his straight side.
Trevor Landry, aka Trixie LaRue, hides more than his genitals. A mathematician so brilliant he can’t be measured, Trevor disguises his astronomical IQ and his quirk for women’s clothes behind his act as a gay activist undergrad at Southern California University.
To Trevor, Jamal is the answer to a dream — a man who can love and accept both his personas. When he discovers Jamal’s future is threatened if he’s seen with a guy, Trevor becomes Trixie to let Jamal pass as straight. But Trevor risks his position every time he puts on a dress. Is there a closet big enough to hold a football pro and a drag queen?
Release Date: December 17, 2014

You can pre-order your copy at

Also available for pre-order in paperback from Dreamspinner Press

Excerpt

 

He’d nestled the
Cadillac all the way at the rear of the lot, against the chain that separated
it from someone’s backyard. Some eucalyptus trees lined the division. Not
everyone’s favorite part of the lot, since it was kind of dark and looked like
a good spot for a mugging. Who’d mug him? Only someone with three friends and a
horse. There were advantages to being a giant.
He beeped the car
lock, opened the driver’s door, and reached up to pull off his leather jacket.
A breeze ruffled the tree branches.
He heard a scraping
sound and turned, tense, ready to defend himself. What?
The moonlight shone
off shining yellow sequins, but their glint didn’t equal the halo shimmering
off the pale blonde hair. Walking straight toward him across the rough dirt lot
was—Trixie LaRue.
He opened his
mouth—and closed it. If this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up.
She got to the rear
of the car and stopped. “Hello.”
“Hello.”
“I noticed you’ve
been to see me twice this week.” Her speaking voice was almost as musical as her
singing and just as androgynous, neither low nor high.
“I’m sure lots of
people come to see you every time you perform. I’m surprised you noticed me.”
She smiled. Sunrise.
“Few people are as—memorable as you are.”
He grinned. “What?
You don’t have a lot of giants in your audience? No orcs or ogres?”
Her lips tightened a
little like she was trying not to laugh. “You’re our chocolate bunny.”
“What?”
“That’s what
Lucretia calls you.”
“And you?”
She glanced down at
her golden high-heeled shoes. “You look rather like dessert to me too.”
Oh crap, his heart
couldn’t beat that fast and survive, could it? “You must really have a sweet
tooth.” His voice sounded breathy.
She nodded slowly.
“Yes, I do.”
He stared at her.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do here. I’m a very big guy and this is a dark
parking lot. I don’t want to appear creepy or be presumptuous.”
She glanced up. “You
don’t want to presume that my flirting means anything else?”
“Exactly.” He smiled
and let all his teeth show. “Since this feels like some dream I conjured out of
pure desire, I wouldn’t want to scare you away.”
She took two steps
closer and stopped. His estimate of her height seemed right on. About five ten,
plus the very high heels she wore, which still made him four inches taller. She
gazed up at him. “You do understand that under these clothes there’s a man?”

He nodded. “I’m
counting on it.”

 

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”!

You can find Tara at

               

 

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Countdown! OUTING THE QUARTERBACK releases FRIDAY! As an early celebration, I’m giving away one copy of ANY book from my backlist to someone who comments on this post. 

The FACEBOOK PARTY celebrating the release is Saturday from 7-11 EDT. Hope you can join us. There will be games and prizes from a bunch of great guest authors like Lynn Lorenz, Amy Lane, Cardeno C, Ethan Day, Eli Easton, Jordan Hawk, Kay Berrisford, Lex Valentine, Kc Burn, and ZA Maxfield. Want to stop by — or come play for the whole party? Click HERE.

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OutingTheQuarterbackLGHere’s the Blurb for the book —

Will Ashford lives in two closets. He meets his wealthy father’s goals as both the quarterback for the famous SCU football team and a business major, but secretly  he attends art school and longs to live as a painter. And he’s gay. But if he can win the coveted Milton Scholarship for art, he’ll be able to break from his father at the end of his senior year. 

In a painting master class, Will meets his divergent opposite, Noah Zajack. A scarred orphan who’s slept on park benches and eaten from trash cans, Noah carefully plans his life and multiple jobs so he has money and time to go to art school. Will’s problems seem like nothing compared to Noah’s. Noah wants the scholarship too and may have a way to get it since the teacher of his class has designs on him, a plan Will isn’t happy about. 

When a gossipmonger with a popular YouTube channel finds evidence that Will is gay, the quarterback’s closet doors begin to crumble. Hounded by the press and harassed by other players, Will has to choose. Stay in the closet and keep his family’s wealth, or let the doors fall off and walk out with nothing. Nothing but Noah. 

Please leave me a comment and you can choose any book from my backlist. WIN a Book! :  )

 

EM Lynley Unveils SPAGHETTI WESTERN Cover! YUM!

 

SpagettiWestern_EM LynleyHi —

Please say hi to my friend EM Lynley! She’s unveiling the cover for her upcoming release Spaghetti Western! Love it!

Get on Your High Horse: Spaghetti Western is Coming Soon!

I’m thrilled to share the cover and tell you about the latest installment in my Delectable Series, featuring men in the world of food and wine.  It’s fun to pair up opposites and see where the rough edges will crop up—and how they try to smooth them over. So it was a real joy to set my chef Riley Emerson, fresh from several years of working in Paris, against Colby Zane, born-and-bred cattle rancher who didn’t know a patisserie from a potholder—till he met Riley.

The fun didn’t stop there, because I set the story on the Rocking Z Ranch in Colorado. I’ve only been to the state once and it left such an impression on me that I couldn’t wait to find a story that belonged there.

And horses… yes there are quite a few in this one. The Rocking Z has been forced to bring in paying guests who come for the fresh air, gorgeous scenery and horseback riding. They certainly didn’t come for the grub, but after they hire Riley to fancy-up the menu, all that might change.

Check out the beautiful cover by LC Chase, who found me a palomino just like the one Colby rides.

 Blurb:

Spaghetti Western, by EM Lynley

220 pages

Release date: September 17 from Dreamspinner Press

 

Cordon-Blue trained pastry chef Riley Emerson arrives in Aspen, Colorado for a summer season at the best restaurant in town, only to discover his jerk of a boyfriend has dumped him, leaving his heart and his summer plans in tatters. Doubting himself and longing for a change of pace, he takes a low-paying position as chef at a guest ranch, the Rocking Z. The scenery is gorgeous, but he expects that nature up close and personal can’t hold a candle to his exciting Paris lifestyle.

When born-and-bred cattle rancher Colby Zane spots a newcomer letting himself be pawed at by a passel of horny cowboys at Aspen’s Club Rawhide, he doesn’t think twice before rushing in, throwing the guy over his shoulder, and rescuing him from the volatile situation. Sober, Riley Emerson turns out to be sweet and sexy, but not interested in more than a one-night stand with Colby. Initially disdainful of the guest ranch side of the business, Colby’s over the moon when Riley late arrives as the new cook on his family’s ranch

But all’s not well at the Rocking Z. Unsurmountable financial problems force them to rely on a cash infusion from an outside investor, Fitz Wellington. Only Fitz is hot for Colby, and he won’t sign on the dotted line without some very personal incentives. The future of the ranch is at stake, and Colby’s just desperate enough to go along, but saving the Z might mean losing Riley.

 

Pre-order from Dreamspinner Press

(Amazon pre-order coming soon)

 

Excerpt:

“I’ve got an idea. Just a little change of plans.” Colby took Riley’s hand and led him into the barn. The scent of animals was only slightly countered by the grassy aroma of fresh hay. The barn had high ceilings with a row of stalls along one side, a fenced-in pen at one end, and a few rooms—probably offices—at the other end. A few weak bulbs made a feeble attempt to illuminate the space, but the gloom prevailed. Once Riley’s eyes got used to the low level of light he saw horses moving around the stalls.

Colby went into the third one and Riley waited outside while he unsaddled that horse and the one in the next stall. “We’ll take Granite instead. He’s down at the other end.”

Riley peered into the stall as Colby entered and put the bridle on the horse and led him into the aisle. He was big and stocky, and a pretty dark dappled gray. “He’s part draft horse, so he’s real sturdy.” Colby saddled him, checking the girth twice. “Hop up.”

“Uh, he’s really big.”

“Trust me.” He pulled out the stirrup while Riley stabbed at it with his left boot, finally getting it in with some help from Colby.

As Riley hoisted himself up, Colby pushed from below, one hand firm on Riley’s ass with the right amount of leverage to get him into the saddle without flying off the other side. Damn, he was really far from the ground on this horse. Not that Riley was afraid of heights, but he estimated the chance of falling off as extremely high until he had some practice. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Was getting laid worth cracking his head open? Or worse, embarrassing himself?

Riley glanced down at Colby, his sexy plaid cowboy, and decided it was. And it would be so much better than last time because he wouldn’t be half-drunk.

“Now, kick your feet out of the stirrups.”

Riley followed directions, and Colby swung himself up behind Riley, settling against his back and reaching around to take the reins.

He felt warm and strong and very very good as he practically cradled Riley and got Granite walking.

Every time Colby shifted the reins, his arm brushed against Riley’s side, and Colby’s breath was warm against Riley’s right ear. It was perfect. They made their way through the little stand of trees beyond the barn, leaves ghostly in the pale moonlight.

“Where’re we going?” Riley asked, though he really didn’t care.

“Not too far. Just up to that rise. Can you see it?” Colby pointed but it was too dark to make out anything. “Lovely view.”

Riley refrained from mentioning it was dark and there wasn’t a view of much.

From the dark a cow mooed suddenly, and Riley gave a start. Colby’s arms tightened around him, pulling him close, steadying him against a firm chest and abs. “I guess we’re not really alone.”

“Never alone on a ranch, just out of sight of everyone else.”

Riley nodded, swaying with Colby to the horse’s slight rocking motion as Granite walked along an invisible trail. He heard only the soft clopping of hooves, Colby’s breath, and the buzz of a million insects. The saddle creaked occasionally. Colby didn’t speak, and though Riley felt the need to break the silence, he restrained himself. It was nice not talking, just listening, aware of everything around him for the first time since he’d come to the Rocking Z.

“You ready for me to pick up the pace?” Colby’s voice was a soft whisper.

“Fine with me.”

By some invisible communication, Granite broke into a slow trot. A bouncy trot, but Colby held Riley firmly enough to keep him from bobbing on thesmooth, hard surface of the saddle. Another signal encouraged Granite into an easy canter, rocking his passengers.

The wind whistled in Riley’s ears and fluttered his hair. He and Colby moved back and forth in an easy rhythm with each stride. Kind of like sex, but intimate in a whole different way. Riley loved it. He felt safe and comfortable in Colby’s saddle.

The trail curled uphill and Granite slowed his pace, to Riley’s disappointment. He was slightly out of breath from the sheer excitement of the short ride.

“We’re almost there. Another few minutes.” Colby reined the horse upward toward a rock formation that had been impossible to see from below. As they came around a bend, Riley spotted a campfire.

“Looks like we’ve got company?”

“Not if I can help it.” Colby stopped Granite and slid off. “You can bring your leg around the front and slide down, or put your foot in the stirrup and swing down from there.”

“Maybe I’ll just slide this time.” Riley found it harder than he expected to bring his leg over the pommel and thought he looked like a cheerleader practicing the splits. Finally, he got his legs into the right position and slid down as Colby caught him.

Once he was on the ground, Riley realized the campfire had been set into a fire ring next to a blanket and pillows and a little table. He spotted a bottle of wine and some cupcakes left over from lunch. His heart swelled so much he thought it might burst.

“You set this all up? When?”

“After dinner. I came out here a while ago, set up the fire and everything. I hope it’s okay. Not much privacy, and it’s too far to go into town for a proper date on a weeknight.”

“It’s wonderful. Perfect.”

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EM Lynley writes gay erotic romance. She loves books where the hero gets the guy and the loving is 11 on a scale of 10. A Rainbow Award winner and EPIC finalist, EM has worked in high finance, high tech, and in the wine industry, though she’d rather be writing hot, romantic man-on-man action. She spent 10 years as an economist and financial analyst, including a year as a White House Staff Economist, but only because all the intern positions were filled. Tired of boring herself and others with dry business reports and articles, her creative muse is back and naughtier than ever. She has lived and worked in London, Tokyo and Washington, D.C., but the San Francisco Bay Area is home for now.

She is the author of Sex, Lies & Wedding Bells, the Precious Gems series from Dreamspinner Press, and the Rewriting History series starring a sexy jewel thief, among others.

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COVER REVEAL! Tara Lain’s OUTING THE QUARTERBACK. Football is Fabulous!

Hi everyone — WELCOME to the Cover Reveal for my upcoming release, OUTING THE QUARTERBACK! What do you think of it? I wanted something different, dramatic, and memorable. Do you think i got it?  OUTING THE QUARTERBACK is the first novel in my new series, The Long Pass Chronicles, all concerning young gay men who play football and the compromises and life-changing decisions they face. The book releases on September 19th. You can PRE-ORDER your copy in ebook or paperback NOW at Dreamspinner Press.

Here are the links — You’ll also see the link below —

eBook: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5374

Paperback : http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5375

I hope you enjoy the excerpt and that it proves that Football is Fabulous!

Outing The Quarterback
(Long Pass Chronicles Series, Bk #1)
By Tara Lain
 
Blurb:

 

Will Ashford lives in two closets. He meets his wealthy father’s goals as both the quarterback for the famous SCU football team and a business major, but secretly he attends art school and longs to live as a painter. And he’s gay. But if he can win the coveted Milton Scholarship for art, he’ll be able to break from his father at the end of his senior year.
In a painting master class, Will meets his divergent opposite, Noah Zajack. A scarred orphan who’s slept on park benches and eaten from trash cans, Noah carefully plans his life and multiple jobs so he has money and time to go to art school. Will’s problems seem like nothing compared to Noah’s. Noah wants the scholarship too and may have a way to get it since the teacher of his class has designs on him, a plan Will isn’t happy about.
When a gossipmonger with a popular YouTube channel finds evidence that Will is gay, the quarterback’s closet doors begin to crumble. Hounded by the press and harassed by other players, Will has to choose. Stay in the closet and keep his family’s wealth, or let the doors fall off and walk out with nothing. Nothing but Noah.
Release Date: 

September 19, 2014

You can pre-order your copy at
Excerpt

Will’s eyes moved past the teacher. Lots of easels, students already working, supplies all over the place and—holy shit.
The artist’s model sat naked on a small platform in the middle of the room. But not just no-clothes-on naked. We were talking gleaming, pale beige skin, shining hair, and hard-as-stone butt-cheeks naked.
Will’s deprived cock did a happy dance.
The model’s back—read, bare ass—faced Will while his graceful spine curved away.
The beast in Will’s pants started to grow.
The guy’s long brown hair flowed over his shoulders and outlined his profile, perfectly presented to Will’s artist eye. High-bridged nose, prominent cheekbones, pointed chin.
The damned traitor prick pushed so hard against Will’s zipper he probably had teeth marks on his cockhead. Why was it every time he decided to go straight, some cosmic joker had to twiddle his fucking finger and prove beyond a shadow that William Elliott Ashford III was as gay as a circus tent? Shit!
“Are you in this class?”
Will focused his eyes back on Masterson and clasped his hands in front of his crotch, still holding his tackle box. “Yes, sir. Sorry I’m late. Traffic.”
Masterson glanced at Will’s folded hands and sucked on his cheek like he was trying not to laugh. “Name?”
Will shifted to get the animal to go back in its cave, but no matter how hard Masterson stared at Will, the model still sat there in all his fucking glory. “Will Smith, sir.”
Masterson glanced at a paper on his desk, made a check mark, and pointed toward an empty easel with a folding table beside it and a rickety chair. “There’s a place in the back, William.”
“Will.”
The man smiled and the lean, almost harsh face softened. “Will. Made any good movies lately?”
Oh my, so very original. Will smiled. “Yeah.”
Masterson waved his hand toward the easel and looked at the model. “You can move, Noah.”
Will walked back to the empty place. Do not stare at that guy. Don’t stare. His name is Noah. Noah.
Weird. Usually life models were “interesting” looking, for lack of a better word. Fat or craggy, old, and character-filled. Not perfect, smooth beauties like this guy.
Will set his tackle box on the floor, opened it, and pulled out brushes. Masterson walked up beside him with a canvas. “This is gessoed already so you won’t have to waste any time.”
Will set it on the easel. “Thanks.”
Masterson crossed his arms. “I’ve seen the work you submitted when you applied for the master class. Promising.”
Wow. Music to his ears. “Thank you, sir.”
Masterson grinned. Who knew dimples could live in cheeks that thin? “Try Dwight so I don’t feel so old.”
Will smiled. “Thanks, Dwight. I wouldn’t want to suggest something that’s not true.”
The instructor winked at him and walked back to the beat-up desk in the corner. Winked. Will had read that Masterson was gay. Had the teacher just been flirting with him? Or shit, maybe he’d been coming on to Masterson. When you spent your life in the closet, every interaction was a fucking minefield.
Will sat in the chair and looked up at the model. His breath caught. No way. The beautiful guy had repositioned himself and now sat facing Will, his legs crossed, leaning forward with his arm resting on his thigh. Everything shimmery and perfect—if you didn’t count the six-inch scar that ran from the right corner of his mouth up to the edge of his very blue eye. It skipped the eye miraculously and continued above it on his forehead, disappearing into his hair. The puckered skin pulled that eye closed a slight bit more than the other. Funny. Without it, the kid would have looked almost too angelic. As it was, the eye gave him a permanent touch of cynicism. Yeah, anybody who’d picked up that badge of courage in his life deserved to be a cynic.

 

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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Impromptu Excerpt from CANNING THE CENTER

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I just spent the weekend editing about eight hours a day. I’m whipped! So for a blog post, i thought i’d just post a few lines from the book i’m working on. It’s called CANNING THE CENTER, the second book in the Long Pass Chronicles. It will be released December 17th. (The first book in the series, OUTING THE QUARTERBACK, comes out September 19th.)

All i’ll tell you in that CANNING THE CENTER is the love story of a pro football center and a drag queen!  LOL. This excerpt is from about half way through the book and it just happens to be the paragraph i’m reading as part of my editing —

Jamal laughed and pulled into his parking garage, but junior Jamal had assumed a highly attentive position. Jamal hopped out of the car and circled it quickly, opening the door for Trevor. This time he got the view of long legs in tight black pants and stiletto heels. The idea that there was a dick between those legs about sent him into orbit. He reached in. Trevor took his hand and stood then kept on coming until he reached up and kissed Jamal full on the lips. “Get me upstairs quick.”

Shit. Shit. Those towering heels suddenly became the enemy. Jamal slammed the car door, beeped the lock, and led Trevor across the garage to the door of the lobby. Slow down or you’ll trip him. Inside, he glanced at the stairs he usually took, then over at the deadly slow elevator. One solution. He reached down and picked Trevor up.

“Whoa!”

“Hang on, baby.” He started up the stairs.

“Oh my God, it’s Rhett Butler.” He laughed and rested his head on Jamal’s shoulder. “Aren’t I too heavy?”

Jamal’s cock throbbed way more than his biceps. On floor two, he stopped, slipped Trevor down to the floor, pressed him against the wall and kissed him, then pulled back. “Sorry. I know I’m supposed to be getting us up there, but I needed more fuel.”

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I hope you liked it. The two photos are my inspiration pictures for my football center and my drag queen. Have a great day! : )

Cover Reveal! WOLF IN GUCCI LOAFERS by Tara Lain

Coming April 16th from Dreamspinner!

Wolf in Gucci Loafers by Tara Lain!

Available NOW for Pre-Order.

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If you plan to read Wolf in Gucci Loafers, will you add it to your Goodreads Shelf!

So what do you think? Like my beautiful wolf? I’m so excited about this story. I’m posting this a few minutes after checking the galley proofs for the book, and i got a kick out of reading it again. The book will also be available in PRINT paperback in a two book anthology along with The Pack or the Panther.

Here’s a nibble from WOLF IN GUCCI LOAFERS.

purpleloafersExcerpt R: WOLF IN GUCCI LOAFERS by Tara Lain — MM paranormal

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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.

 

“Much as I love the opportunity, I don’t want to waste time driving.” He cocked a grin at Lindsey in the dark car.

“Don’t worry. You won’t. Drive.”

“Okay.” He hit the accelerator. Holy shit. Instant speed. No rumble, no roar, no lag or leaping ahead. Just zero to infinity with a touch. “Wow. This is freaky!”

“Fun, isn’t it?”

“Give me directions.”

“Okay. Pull down your fly.

“What?” He glanced over, but Lindsey’s face was not smiling—intense, actually.

“You want directions? You got them. Pull out your cock!”

He swallowed but reached down and pulled the zipper on his very crowded trousers. This sounded promising.

“Get it out!”

“Okay, okay.” He reached in, grabbed his leaking rod, and pulled it from its prison. Man, just rubbing on his briefs was almost too much. That was one sensitive cock. The thing stuck up out of his fly like a puppet.

“Pull the balls out too. I like balls.”

Seth chuckled. “Your wish is my command.” He flopped his balls out of the fly. They were already so tight they barely bobbled.

“Very, very pretty. Definitely Connecticut’s finest. Can I lick them?”

“Shit, feel free.”

“Drive carefully. Keep your eyes on the road.” Lindsey laughed.

Only a small space and a brake lever separated the two seats. Lindsey leaned over, insinuated his head into Seth’s lap and breathed. Oh man, hot breath warmed the tip of his dick.

“He seems glad to see me.”

Seth could barely breathe, much less talk.

Lindsey swallowed the thing whole. Sheeee-it! Heat flashed through Seth’s balls and up his spine like he’d been shot. The car swerved. Damn. He gripped the wheel and slowed down.

Lindsey’s lips popped off. “This is your driver training course. All gay cops must drive while receiving head.” He shoved Seth’s dick back in his mouth and sucked.

Oh God. His hips bobbed. Fuck. Fuck. His knuckles on the wheel were white, but he didn’t want to give up and stop. The speed and sucking went together like peanut butter and jelly. The quiet in the car was punctuated by low growling sounds coming from the suckfest in his lap. What was up with the guy? But man, the sounds were right on the money. He felt like a fucking animal.

His balls tightened further and tingling tickled at the base of his spine. “Lindsey, I’m going to come. I gotta stop. I’ll wreck the car.”

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PackorthePanther[The]LGBTW, you don’t have to read The Pack or the Panther  before you read Wolf in Gucci Loafers, but if you want to, you’ll find the book at Amazon and all other retailers as well as at Dreamspinner Press!  Thank you so much for coming by!  : )