Cover Reveal! BRUSH WITH CATASTROPHE by Tara Lain #paranormalromance

At night, he paints. In a world where the supernaturals can bring down lightning and manifest wealth, Sammy can paint. What happens when a witch’s “prophetic” paintings always come true and his latest painting is of the human he has a crush on? The answer? Magic!Check out the brand new cover for the 2nd Edition of BRUSH WITH CATASTROPHE!!

Hi and welcome! How do you like the new  cover for my paranormal romance, Brush with Catastrophe? This is the second book of the Aloysius Tales after Spell Cat and features some characters I have never written before –or since. This is quite an epic tale of good versus evil. I hope you’ll enjoy it. : )

Brush With Catastrophe 
(The Aloysius Tales Series, #2) 
By Tara Lain

Sammy Raphael is a crappy witch, and on top of that, he can’t seem to get a boyfriend. Where other supernaturals can bring down lightning and manifest wealth, Sammy can paint. Granted, the “prophetic” paintings he creates at night always come true, but they never predict anything important. Sammy feels like a total loser with a worthless ability.
One night he paints a gorgeous guy who turns out to be his secret crush, the human Ryder, but Ryder’s changed so much he’s almost unrecognizably beautiful. Then Sammy paints an angel who turns out to be a witch. But is that witch also a devil—a devil who can bring down Sammy’s whole community and everyone he loves? And why the hell does Ryder keep changing? Aloysius, the black cat familiar, always backs a winner. So why is he backing Sammy?
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“Hey, have you seen any new guys
around? Really handsome. Tall with long hair.”
Chen started to laugh. “You have
been out of it, haven’t you?”
Sammy stared at his friend. “What
do you mean?”
“Speak of the devil.” Chen nodded
down the sidewalk.
Sammy turned. Coming toward him,
smiling exactly like the painting, was a guy. Mr. Gorgeous. In the painting
he’d been tall and lean, but in motion his walk was like music in human form.
His baggy jeans tightened over hard thighs as he moved, and they outlined a
package that looked better than a birthday present to Sammy. How-dy.
The guy waved. “Hey, Sam. Hi,
The painting guy got closer, and
the wind caught the nearly shoulder-length hair and tossed it back from his
perfect face. Ears! Pointed ears. Only one guy had ’em. “Alvish?” It couldn’t
be. But those ears didn’t lie.
Alvish, the BFF who only two
months before had been inches shorter than Sammy, now looked down on him by an
inch or more. “Hi, guys. How was summer?”
Sammy knew his mouth was hanging
open. “Summer, hells! What happened to you?”
Alvish shrugged, flexing his
muscular shoulders. “I kind of had a growth spurt.”
That was an understatement. “I
didn’t recognize you. I mean, aren’t you twenty? Who grows that much at twenty?
You only came up to my chin last semester. And”—Sammy waved at the masterpiece
in front of him—“and weren’t your eyes brown?”
Alvish smiled. “I know. Weird,
No damned fair. Sammy had fought
his attraction to his friend every day of their acquaintance, but Alvish used
to be a skinny, short guy with big, pointed ears. Hence the nickname. Now Sammy
wanted to start at Alvish’s toes and lick his way to the tops of those ears in
one huge orgy of oral gratification. This new Alvish was so hot Sammy held his
art case in front of his crotch, trying not to spill the beans… or whatever
else was inclined to spill. And this transformation was also damned strange.
Sammy started to walk toward
class again. He needed to get his brush in his hand and forget everything for
an hour. Alvish and Chen fell in beside him. Chen was in his class. The guy
loved to paint, even if his life was planned around numbers. Alvish studied
history and was Dr. Barth’s fair-haired boy. But the history building was on
the way to the art department so he hung with them.
Chen looked past Sammy toward
Alvish. “So, Alvish, what did it feel like growing so fast? Even your hair
grew, man.”
“It was interesting. Hey, could I
ask you guys a favor? I guess I never told you. I don’t much like the name
Alvin. And since I kind of grew into my ears, I thought I might change to my
middle name. Would that be okay?”
Chen shrugged. “Sure. It’ll be
tough to get used to, but I can try. What’s the name?”
Sammy stopped. Bloody fucking hells. Pictures of the
new, improved Alvish riding his ass with what was likely his new and improved
cock almost sent Sammy into an orgasm.
Alvish call-me-Ryder looked at
him. “You all right?”
Sammy started to walk again.
“Sure. I thought of something I need to do later.” That would be to get away
from this dream walking, can’t-ever-have-him friend before he blew in his



cocked his head. “You’re so talented.”
Sammy’s heart had to slow down, or he’d pass out. “Thanks. That means a lot.”
looked up with a soft expression. “You mean coming from a dumb historian who
doesn’t know a palette knife from a fork?”
I mean coming from you. My friend.”
go out with Lucien, Sammy.”
What the fuck? “Why? Come on, Ryder. Sure, I don’t have a
background check on him, but I probably know as much about him as I do you.”
looked at his feet. “Point taken.” The green eyes flashed up. “But I think he’s
cheating on you.”
walked over to the kitchen counter, picked up a glass, filled it from the
faucet, and drank.
wanted to beat him over the head. “Come on. Tell me what you mean. Stop stalling.”
can’t prove it, but I’ve talked to a couple of people who seem to have a
relationship with him and seem to think they are somehow special to him.”
couldn’t catch his breath. “Well, we’re not exclusive or anything. I don’t have
any claims on him.”
scratched Al, who was purring so loudly that Sammy could hear it clearly. “Is
that true? Or has he implied that you’re his boyfriend?”
think you deserve better, Sams. I think you can do better.”
Well, shit! Sammy threw up his hands. “That’s real easy to say
when you have an unlimited supply of tits to drool over.” Sammy crossed his
arms. Maybe they’d protect his heart. “I haven’t had a real boyfriend in over a
year, and even that one wasn’t serious. I’m lonely, damn it. I want to be with
someone, and Lucien is smart and funny and charming, and he seems to like me a
lot.” He spread his arms wide. “Is that so unbelievable? That a gorgeous guy
like that could actually go for a skinny scarecrow like me?” He could feel his
ears getting hot, and hurt stored over years poured out of him. “Maybe that’s
why you think he’s cheating. You can’t believe he could want me!”
stared at him, his eyes shiny. “That’s not true. I’d never feel that way. I
think anyone with a brain would want you.”
there must be a lot of dumb people!” Sammy’s breath came hard. Shit, he was
attacking his best friend. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I know you don’t think
that.” He ran a hand through his hair. He probably really looked like that
scarecrow now. “Look, he’s going to be here soon. I promise I’ll ask him. I
will. Okay?”
frowned. “I’m worried about you.”
know. I don’t understand why, but I know you are. I’ll talk to him.”
better go unless you want to ask him yourself.”
I’ll go.” Ryder walked to the door and turned. He extricated Al from his neck
and handed him to Sammy. “I care what happens to you. I care…. I wish…. Hell,
be careful.” He opened the door and walked out, then closed the door behind
collapsed onto the couch, still holding Al against his chest, and threw his
head back. “Why the fuck does this have to be so hard? Why can’t I just have a


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About the Author


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


You can find Tara at Lain

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“Witches burned at the stake!” Killian Barth looked out over the eager students who crowded the lecture hall. Okay, that got their attention. Nearly one hundred pairs of young, bright eyes stared at his face. “No one is certain how many people, mostly female, were murdered during the three-plus centuries of the witch trials that we’ll be covering in this course.”

“Jeez.” The soft voice came from somewhere near the front.

“Jeez, indeed. Sadly, they were all murdered in the name of God.”

The girl shuddered. Good for her. This might be one of the most popular classes at the university, but all his students had different reasons for being here. Some were serious historians; others were looking for titillation or an easy A. Then there were the girls who wanted to marry him or at least fuck him. What had the girl said? Jeez.

Marriage was a particularly sore subject at the moment.


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Spell Cat
by Tara Lain 
When Killian Barth, history professor, meets Blaine Genneau, quantum physicist, they ignite their own big bang. But Killian can’t pursue a physics professor—or a human. As the most powerful male witch in ten generations, Killian must bolster his dying race by reproducing—despite the fact that he’s gay.
Even a fling with Blaine is out of the question, because Killian has been told sex with humans drains his power. But if that’s true, why can young human Jimmy Janx dissolve spoons with the power of his mind? If Killian can sort through the lies he’s been fed, he’ll still face his biggest obstacle — convincing rational scientist Blaine to believe in magic.
With his ancient and powerful cat familiar, Aloysius, on his shoulder, Killian brings the lightning against deceit and greed to save Blaine from danger and prove love is the greatest power of them all.
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He looked around and spotted the City Hall building a
block away. That’s right; there’s a park
. He walked toward it, moving past the tall buildings and
late-afternoon pedestrians. Inside the park, he stopped. Blaine sat on a park
bench. Killian just wanted to stare at him. So beautiful. Not that perfect kind
of beautiful like Moran. Blaine looked… what? Smart as hell, yes. Free,
self-actuating, brave. That was a kind of beauty no picture-perfection could
match. Oh gods, I love the way the
black-rimmed glasses sit on his high-bridged nose.
Blaine looked up as if he’d felt Killian staring at him.
Goal achieved. He looked entranced without benefit of spells.
Killian paused. It wasn’t without benefit of spells. The
man was righteously bespelled. He took a breath. But at least he had Blaine for
He walked toward Blaine, putting a little extra sway in
his walk.
The green eyes shone. “You look beautiful.”
Killian smiled. “Thank you. I wanted to be fitting of
your surprise, whatever it may be. You look pretty yummy yourself.” It was
true. Blaine was usually very casual, but he’d made an extra effort today.
Freshly washed jeans, a white shirt, and a dark sport coat. What was the
Blaine looked up at Killian’s shoulder. “Hi, Al. Good to
see you, buddy.”
Blaine glanced at his watch. Hmm. Was he taking Killian to a show? Maybe he had a restaurant
reservation. He patted the bench. “Come sit down.”
Killian sat. Curiosity gnawed. He glanced around the park
for a clue. “I hardly ever come here. I forget what a great building the City
Hall is.” He looked at Blaine. “Are we going on a tour?”
“Not exactly, but there is another building I want to
show you, I hope in a few minutes.” Blaine’s eyes crinkled. He looked like he
wanted to laugh.
“What’s going on? What’s the surprise?” Why did he feel
anxious? Aloysius began to purr.
Blaine giggled. Giggled?
“I’m so bad at secrets.” Al’s purr got louder. Blaine reached in
his pocket. Oh, Killian had an odd feeling.
Blaine pulled a box out of his pocket. Oh gods. He couldn’t breathe. Blaine
opened the box, revealing the most beautiful antique gold and sapphire ring. He
looked up at Killian. “I love you. I know it seems fast, but I think you feel
it too. I’d like to walk you over to the marriage license office this afternoon
and apply. Will you marry me?”
Killian couldn’t breathe or speak—he just stared at the
ring. His life passed before his eyes. Every dream and barely acknowledged
wish. Every lonely moment’s ache of longing. It lay there in that box. Tears
pushed behind his eyes. He had to say yes. In all his life, no matter how long
he lived, there would never be another moment like this. There would never be
another Blaine. He looked up. “I can’t.”
A crease pushed between Blaine’s eyebrows. “You told me
you weren’t going to marry her.”
“I’m not. Though I haven’t told the family yet.”
“So tell them you’re marrying me instead.”
“I can’t. You’re the most wonderful thing I’ve ever
known, and that’s the most beautiful ring on earth. But I can’t.” And that was
it. If his heart had one tiny sliver still intact, it broke.
Blaine took Killian’s hand, wringing it tight. “Why? Tell
Killian sighed. So his hope to have this magic in his
life just a little longer was over. “Because you don’t love me, really.”
“What the hell?”
“It won’t last, and soon you’ll be glad you dodged this
“Bullshit! I’m a grown man, and I know how I feel.”
Blaine glanced around at the few passersby and lowered his voice. “How can you
believe that idiocy?”
“Because it’s true.” Aloysius bit Killian’s ear. “Ow.
Dammit, Al.” He pushed the cat onto the bench.
“At least Al’s on my side.” Blaine took a deep breath and
let it out slowly. “Sweetheart, I know you’ve been sheltered and never allowed
to explore your feelings for a man. It makes sense that you’d be nervous. Maybe
expect me to leave like your father did. But I love you, and I want to be with
you for the rest of our lives.”
Killian stared at his hands. “It can’t happen. You won’t
love me much longer. Maybe days are all we have left. It’s different for
“What’s different? Killian, you’re not making sense.”
It seemed there was only one way to persuade him. He
looked up into those confused and beloved green eyes. “The spell is different.”
“What do you mean ‘spell’?”
Killian sat up straight. “I mean the witch’s spell I cast
on you to make you love me. And Aloysius helped.” The cat hissed. “Get over it,
Al.” He looked back at his hands. The hands Blaine was no longer holding. “The
witch’s spell that is right now running out. Though in my defense, I had no
idea you would be the target of the spell. If I could have taken it back, had
you love me in truth, I would have done it a thousand times. If I could stop
being a witch so you could love me, I’d do it in a heartbeat. None of those
things are possible, even for me.” He looked up. Blaine—the human—stared at him
with wide eyes.
“You’re a witch?”




Blaine was standing at the end of the counter a few feet
away, staring at Killian.
How long could a witch live with his heart stopped?
Oh gods. He
understood. Heat. The way he felt this moment dwarfed every emotion he’d had
with Moran by a thousand. A million. The chasm between indifference and…
passion. His heart beat fast, his breath caught in his chest, and his eyes
never wanted to look on another sight, just Blaine.
He ought to run, but whether away or straight to Blaine,
he wasn’t sure.
Blaine seemed to catch the welcome in that meow. He
smiled and took a step closer. “Hi, Al. Good to see you, buddy.”
Aloysius unwrapped himself from Killian’s neck, did one
bound off the tabletop, and launched himself into Blaine’s waiting arms. Oh
Powers, would that Killian could do the same. He actually had to hold himself
still, or he knew he’d follow the cat.
Blaine petted Al as the cat did his imitation of a moving
fur coat, purring so loudly Killian could hear him, even a few feet away. “You
seem happy to see me, anyway.” He looked up. “Are you happy to see me,
Killian nodded. Correction—his head nodded. He had no
power over it.
Blaine walked even closer. “Could I have lunch with you?
Talk to you?”
The head nodded again.
The human slipped into the chair beside Killian. Sweet
Powers, he smelled so wonderful. That sweet and spice together.
“This sure is one great cat. Where did you get him?”
Killian cleared his throat. “Gift, uh, a gift from my mother.”
Blaine chucked Al under the chin, and the cat let him.
“My mother hates cats.” He looked up, and Killian swam into the pools of deep
green. “Of course, my mother hates me, so she’s not likely to give me the time
of day, much less a pet.”
“Surely not.”
He grinned. “That she hates me? Oh yeah. I keep defying
her by choosing to be gay when her preacher has clearly cleansed me of this
delusion at least ten times, so she washed her hands of me.”
“But you didn’t choose—Oh, you’re joking.”
Blaine’s grin faded. “I wish it were a joke. Then a lot
of beaten-up, confused kids would have parents who loved and understood them.”
There were worse things than having a manipulative witch
for a mother. “I’m so sorry, Blaine. I didn’t mean it like that.”
Blaine smiled. “I never thought you were making fun. I
just have a weird sense of humor sometimes.”
Then he did it. He put his hand on Killian’s arm. Such a
simple gesture. Flash! Heat blazed in
Killian’s head, and hot steel filled his cock. Blaine started and pulled his
hand away. Those green eyes widened, and he stared at Killian like he was
either the answer to a dream or a cobra, and Blaine wasn’t sure which. “Holy
Killian tried to make sense of his brain synapses and
grasped at the first thought. “Uh, food—did you want food?”
Blaine leaned over and whispered in his ear. “I want to
eat with you and talk to you and sleep with you and take you home with me. But
right now I want to make love to you so badly I’m having trouble focusing.”
There was that head nod again. Where the fuck did that
come from?
“Does that mean you want to make love to me too?”
Killian stared at Blaine, the human physics professor
whose simplest touch could drain a witch’s power until his own mother didn’t
know him and his people couldn’t benefit from his great sperm and—and all that
dogma. The answer was yes. He did want to make love to Blaine. He wanted it
more than anything. The evil witch voice piped up in his head. Yep, these humans are tempting. That’s how
the witch race got so depleted
. He was the strongest male witch in ten
generations. That had to be worth something. He’d never had a really satisfying
relationship with a man, even for a short time. He wanted one. Didn’t he
deserve just a little happiness before he gave his life for his people? He’d
tried it the right way, the witch-stamp-of-approval way, and nearly got his
back broken for his trouble.
Blaine was staring at Killian like he was in suspended
animation; only the fingertips that scratched Al’s head moved. There. That was
it. Blaine had the best possible credentials. Aloysius, who was no dumb cat,
adored the human… and so did Killian. Just that simple. He didn’t care if he
rotted in witch oblivion, or if he lost some of his fabled power. How much
damage could he do in such a little while? “Yes.”
Blaine came to life. “Excuse me?”
“Yes. Please take me home with you.” He swallowed. “And
all those other things.”
Blaine’s smile lit like a midwinter bonfire.
“Mwrarrrrr, mrrrrrwarrrr, mrrrrwarrrr.”


The bloody cat was singing while he slithered around
Blaine’s neck in some happy dance known only to strange and powerful blue-eyed





About the Author


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


You can find Tara at Lain


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Cover Reveal — SPELL CAT by Tara Lain! YUM!

Spell Cat
by Tara Lain 
Hi and welcome! What do you think of my new cover by the amazing Reese Dante for the upcoming re-release of SPELL CAT? I just love it! You can also pre-order the book at Dreamspinner. If you’ve already read it, it’s not greatly changed, but if you haven’t, you may get a big kick out of this story of a reluctant master witch, his very fabulous familiar, and how finding true love transforms him.
When Killian Barth, history professor, meets Blaine Genneau, quantum physicist, they ignite their own big bang. But Killian can’t pursue a physics professor—or a human. As the most powerful male witch in ten generations, Killian must bolster his dying race by reproducing—despite the fact that he’s gay.
Even a fling with Blaine is out of the question, because Killian has been told sex with humans drains his power. But if that’s true, why can young human Jimmy Janx dissolve spoons with the power of his mind? If Killian can sort through the lies he’s been fed, he’ll still face his biggest obstacle — convincing rational scientist Blaine to believe in magic.
With his ancient and powerful cat familiar, Aloysius, on his shoulder, Killian brings the lightning against deceit and greed to save Blaine from danger and prove love is the greatest power of them all.
Release Date:
Oct. 31, 2016
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Also available in paperback


man’s shaggy head cocked. “Sorry to bother you, but I’m new here. Can you tell
me how to get to the physics building?”
Physics. Not my best subject. But right now he needed mechanics to keep his
cock from rising. This man seemed to radiate heat even from several feet away,
and it lit a fire in places Killian hardly recognized. Standing there with a
rapidly rising hard-on came nowhere near cool. “Uh, I, uh, believe it’s
directly across the street from here.”
guy flashed dimples at Killian. “Damn. You’re not the first to say that. I’m
not usually so bad at directions. Can you tell me which street? I’ve already been across a couple of streets.”
side street, Templeton.”
The stranger produced a wide smile. “Wouldn’t you know I’d choose every street
but that one?” He paused as if he was searching for a new topic. “Quite a group
I saw leaving here. What’s your subject?”
laugh burst out explosively. “You’re joking?”
Gorgeous, but rude. “Not even slightly. I teach the
history of witchcraft, among other things.”
Guess that was impolite.”
I guess it was.”
guy cocked his head and peered at Killian over the tops of the black rims.
There was a lot of mischief in that handsome face. “Since I’m on a roll with
being insulting, I think I’ll go all the way. I hope you won’t think I’m a
stalker, but I stood here and watched while your class filed out. You’re about
the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. Is there the slightest chance you’re
single—and gay?” He ducked and held up his hands as if to deflect a blow, but
he never stopped smiling.
arched an eyebrow. A lot of people assumed he was gay because of his long hair
and pretty face, but he never confirmed or denied. “Who wants to know?”
paragon thrust out a slim hand. “Blaine Genneau. New professor of quantum
physics.” He grinned wickedly. “Gay
professor of quantum physics.”
took that hand and got a flash of heat straight to his balls. Like lightning
streaked through the window into his jeans. Extraordinary.
He pulled his hand back. Maybe the lightning loosened his tongue. “Killian
Barth, professor of history. Gay professor of history.”
gazed into those eyes. Deep green like
ancient Chinese jade
. A carved mouth. Just the type he imagined wrapped
around his cock in his daydreams. But with one big difference. Killian sighed
so deeply, it felt like his heart cracked. Yes, this man was gorgeous. Yes,
Killian was gay. In truth, he was dying for a real relationship with a partner
who both attracted him and fulfilled him, and if he’d ever been allowed to
discover the type of partner he wanted, he knew Blaine Genneau would have fit
every parameter—every parameter but one.


tucked the helmet under his arm. “Good to meet you, Blaine.” He walked past the
man and out into the sunshine toward his motorcycle. He couldn’t stay. He
couldn’t find out what he’d been missing. Because no matter how perfect this
man might be, Killian Barth didn’t do physics professors. In fact, he didn’t do
humans. Sex with humans stole his energy and depleted his community, and that
wasn’t allowed, because he was the most powerful male witch in ten generations,
and he was expected to reproduce.


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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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Charley Descoteaux’s THE PINCH OF THE GAME! Cover Reveal! #Prizes.

PinchOfTheGame[The]FSHi! Please welcome my friend and fellow Dreamspinner Press author, Charley Descoteaux to the blog. Look at this cool cover for Charley’s upcoming release. Be sure to enter to WIN on the Rafflecopter.

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 Book Name: The Pinch of the Game

 Release Date: June 24, 2015


Being a witch doesn’t mean one can beat the devil forever.

Jeffrey Overton, unemployed IT professional turned poker player, pushes his luck once too often and runs afoul of the host of an illegal card club. The man sent to escort Jeffrey to a “meeting” about his supernatural winning streak arrives at Jeffrey’s crappy North Portland apartment, lock-picking tools in hand and a charm to block Jeffrey’s magick.

Head muscle for said host, Mike Wells, is a Daisy from Daisyville. He isn’t a witch. What he lacks in magickal talent he makes up for in brawn, so he doesn’t expect the guy he’s after to overpower him. But once Mike renders Jeffrey helpless, he’d rather seduce him than bring him in.

Jeffrey and Michael ditch the “meeting” and end up hunting some of the same people they ran from, trying to get Jeffrey back into his own body. And that’s only part of the adventure. The pair travel halfway across the country on the quietest road trip in history and find missing people, empire-building witches, and maybe even the families they’d both thought lost to them.



If Sal had sent someone after me, a short trip up to Seattle might be a good idea, maybe even BC. That called for some new clothes, so I grabbed my battered gym bag—my quick escape kit—and was almost home free when the kitchen door burst open. It would’ve been dumb to turn off the light when the goomba first went to work on the lock—I can’t see any better in the dark than your average Daisy, not when I’m blocked. Once that massive body filled the doorway, I wished I had. Wished I’d done something.

He hesitated, barely a moment, and I bolted for the front door. He grabbed me before I made it out of the kitchen and pinned both of my arms to my sides. It wouldn’t work, I knew that, but I still tried to burn his hands. All I needed was enough time to—fuck, is he laughing?

“Give it up, pretty boy. You’re blocked.”

The big man pushed me against the wall face-first and pulled both hands behind my back.

“Hey, wait a sec, big guy. Let’s talk about this. I can—”

He pushed me flat against the wall, and the rest of that sentence disappeared in the rush of air he squeezed from my lungs. I couldn’t help being turned on, even though pain and domination usually aren’t my thing. Neither are bears, but underneath the padding he felt nice and solid, leaning full against me. He tightened a plastic zip tie around my wrists with shaking hands. And then he held me there.


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Charley Descoteaux has always heard voices. She was relieved to learn they were fictional characters, and started writing when they insisted daydreaming just wasn’t good enough. In exchange, they’ve agreed to let her sleep once in a while. Charley grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area during a drought, and found her true home in the soggy Pacific Northwest. She has survived earthquakes, tornadoes, and floods, but couldn’t make it through one day without stories.

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Big Backlist Weekend! Jordan Hawk & Tara. FREE Books!

Widdershins_Cover_200x300TL_SpellCatHi everyone —

Welcome to Big Backlist Weekend! This is the fun monthly event where Tara invites the best and the brightest authors in romance to join her and together they give away selected FREE Books from their backlists to two lucky commenters.

I’m so excited to welcome my friend Jordan L. Hawk to BBW! I am a HUGE fan of her Whybourne and Griffin Series so i wrung her arm and today she is giving away Widdershins, the first book in the series! If you haven’t read it, it’s so hard to describe. Hmm? Historical, MM, Supernatural Thriller? Maybe Jordan’s tagline says it best — Men, Monsters, and Mayhem! The funny thing is, I read little historical, few thrillers, and almost nothing that borders on horror, and yet i adore these books. I’m not alone, as this is one of the most popular MM series around!

To go with Jordan’s wonderful book, I’m giving away Spell Cat. This is the first book in my Aloysius Tales Series of contemporary witches and shifter stories — MM, of course.

Here’s how BBW works. Leave one comment. That’s it. Your one comment enters you in both drawings and there will be two winners. If you have the book you win (and i know lots of people have read both books), we’ll work something out! Ready?

Widdershins_Cover_200x300Widdershins by Jordan L. Hawk


Some things should stay buried.

Repressed scholar Percival Endicott Whyborne has two skills: reading dead languages and hiding in his office at the Ladysmith Museum. After the tragic death of the friend he secretly loved, he’s ruthlessly suppressed any desire for another man.

So when handsome ex-Pinkerton Griffin Flaherty approaches him to translate a mysterious book, Whyborne wants to finish the job and get rid of the detective as quickly as possible. Griffin left the Pinkertons following the death of his partner, hoping to start a new life. But the powerful cult which murdered Glenn has taken root in Widdershins, and only the spells in the book can stop them. Spells the intellectual Whyborne doesn’t believe are real.

As the investigation draws the two men closer, Griffin’s rakish charm threatens to shatter Whyborne’s iron control. When the cult resurrects an evil sorcerer who commands terrifying monsters, can Whyborne overcome his fear and learn to trust? Will Griffin let go of his past and risk falling in love? Or will Griffin’s secrets cost Whyborne both his heart and his life?



The explosion was deafening; a huge cloud of fire rolled out the window after us, its immense heat brushing against my face as we tumbled into the snow.

We hit the ground and rolled. Flaming debris from the house came down around us; Griffin shoved me flat on my back, covering us both with his heavy coat.

The echoes of the explosion reflected back across the river, then slowly dwindled away, like dying thunder. The leaping flames threw warm light onto the falling snow, turning it into a storm of sparks pouring down from the heavens.

Griffin started to push himself off of me, then stopped. His hands were braced to either side of my shoulders, his legs twined with mine. My heart pounded, my palms sweated, and I was suddenly, acutely aware of how close his face was to mine.

“You’re a madman,” he whispered. “An utter madman.”

“Perhaps,” I allowed. “But it worked.”

The leaping light from the burning house painted his features in gold, highlighting his patrician nose and finding the threads of brown and blue in his green eyes. His pupils widened, the irises contracting to slivers. “Whatever am I to do with you?” he murmured.

The warmth of his breath feathered over my skin. Heat collected in my groin, my lips. My mouth was dry, my voice hoarse, and perhaps he was right and it was madness when I whispered, “Whatever you want.”

A shiver went through his body, perhaps because we were lying on the cold ground. But instead of getting up, he leaned closer, his overlong hair tumbling over his forehead. He paused, his mouth almost touching mine, his eyes seeming to ask a question.

It was madness; it was folly; it was sheer selfishness. I was delusional, misguided, wrong, out of control. I needed to pull back, to say something sane, to re-establish mastery over myself. I could not do this. I could not take this risk.

Later tonight, I’d relive this moment in my lonely bed and wonder if I’d done the right thing. But at least that would be familiar, would be something I knew how to cope with.

And yet the very thought felt like dying.

I surged forward, crossing the final, tiny gap and pressing my lips to his. It was awkward and desperate and frantic, but the feel of his mouth against mine sent a bolt of electricity straight down my spine. Just a moment, just this one kiss, surely that would be enough…

Then he kissed me back, and it would never be enough, a thousand years of this would not be enough. His mouth was hungry and insistent, his tongue probing my lips, asking for greater intimacy. I granted it, tongues swirling together, mine following his when it retreated and tasting him in return.

There came the clanging of bells in the distance, the fire company alerted to the explosion. Griffin drew back a fraction. His breath was as ragged as mine, which left me dazed with wonder.

“My dear,” he whispered against my lips. Then he swallowed convulsively. “We should leave, before the fire companies come.”

“Y-Yes.” It was amazing I managed that much coherence.

He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against mine, our breaths mingling. “Will you come home with me?”

Was he asking…? “Yes.” Oh, God, yes.


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TL_SpellCatSpell Cat by Tara Lain

When Killian Barth, history professor, meets Blaine Genneau, quantum physicist, they ignite their own big bang. But sadly, Killian walks away because he doesn’t do physics professors. In fact, he doesn’t do humans; Killian is the most powerful male witch in 10 generations and, though gay, he’s expected to save his declining race by reproducing. Sex with humans depletes his power – or so he’s been taught. Then why can young human, Jimmy Janx, dissolve spoons with a thought? Somebody’s a lying witch. With his powerful cat familiar, Aloysius, on his shoulder, Killian brings the lightning against deceit and greed to save Blaine from danger and prove love is the greatest power of them all.


He looked at the feline, whose head was curved around and practically tucked under his chin. “What the hell. Okay, Al, let’s go.” Since the cat wasn’t budging from around his neck, Killian got up, hugged his mother, and pulled on his jacket against the early spring chill, all with a fur necklace. He grabbed the carrier, heard a soft growl by his ear, and set it down. Okay… Cat three, Killian nothing. “Thank you, Mother. I’m sure I’ll find him very, uh, useful.”

Evangeline trailed him to the foyer of the house where a maid waited to open the door, looking slightly startled at his new accessory. He kissed his mother on the cheek. “So I guess I’ll see you Saturday.”

“No guessing about it, young witch. It will be a grand occasion. I’m already discussing details of the wedding with Nicholas Karonoff.”

He sighed. Better not to argue. Wrapping his jacket and fur cat a bit tighter around him, he stepped out into the early spring chill and headed for the car. His mother’s house — his house actually — sat on a grand street in New York. He preferred the bohemian flavor of the neighborhoods near the college, but still, all these trees coming into leaf, shimmering in the streetlights, made the place look like fairyland.

He glanced down at Al, whose head rested on the shoulder of his jacket. “Good thing I brought the car, cat, or you’d be demonstrating your flying skills on the back of my motorcycle.” He opened the door of the electric sports car and slid in. The cat didn’t slip an inch. “Don’t think this car is an indication of my lifestyle. I just happen to be a fool for the occasional technological toy. You’ll find the rest of my accoutrements pretty sparse.”


Killian wasn’t sure what that meant, but he didn’t comment. “So, what do you eat? Shall I stop and get you some kitty kibbles?”


Oookay, that meaning was pretty clear. “I’ve got some canned salmon. Will that do?”

He swore the damned cat smiled.

Driving into SoHo, where his apartment was, even the hum of the little car couldn’t keep his mind from the sorry state of his life. The stupid cat purred in his ear. “Glad you’ve got something to purr about.” Powers that be, the whole universe was closing in. He wanted a life. Every cell ached to be loved. He yearned for someone like… No. He just wanted someone to love him. And he was signing away that chance on a marriage license. It would be great to be noble, but — face it — he wasn’t. He was no Witch Master. Why couldn’t he have been born human? What kind of prankster gods gave him more power than any other witch? He felt like the lead performer in a giant cosmic joke.

He pulled into the very expensive parking garage — his other indulgence — got out, and locked the car in its stall beside the motorcycle. He walked the block to the old brownstone, the top floor of which he called home. The mail was boring. Okay, cat, check out your new digs. He opened the apartment door.

Aloysius leaped off his shoulder, hit the floor with a soft thud, and began exploring. Make yourself at home. He closed the door. “I know. I told you, it’s not much.” Of course, it was perfectly decorated, though in flea market finds and amusing hand-me-downs from friends. So what? It interested him to see what he could do, living without any of the resources to which he had title. No one understood it. Maybe he didn’t either.

He walked into the small bedroom and took off his coat and shoes, stripped off the semigood clothes he’d worn to his mother’s, and pulled on a pair of drawstring sweatpants and a comfy sweater. The cat followed on his heels into the kitchen. “Okay, I know I promised.” Aloysius watched carefully as Killian opened a can of salmon and dumped it in a dish. He started to put the dish on the floor and got one paw crossed over the other and a patient stare. “Oh hell.” He set the dish on the counter. Al hopped up and dug in.

Killian sat on the little chair by the breakfast table. He’d remodeled this kitchen with his own hands, scrounging used subway tile and pieces of granite. He’d only used magic when he couldn’t lift an object or make two pieces fit. And he’d spent a bit extra on the appliances. “So what do you think?” The cat kept eating.

Killian leaned his head against the wall. “What am I going to do, Al? Everyone expects me to do this marriage. I guess it really could mean a lot to my people. My people… Well, you know what I mean. But gods, producing kids with a woman! I don’t swing that way.” He got up and walked down the short hall back into his bedroom. When he looked down, Al was right there.

Killian sat on the edge of the bed. “If you’re supposed to be my familiar, I guess you better know that your witch is a fag. And not a very good one. Can’t really do the job for witchery, but I’m no better at doing the job for myself.” He fell back on the blue bedcover, a bedcover that had hardly seen anyone on it but Killian since he’d gotten it. The cat jumped up and looked at him as if he understood. Okay, he was losing it. But he had to talk to somebody.

“I haven’t ever had a serious relationship. When I was young, my mother managed to scare off any boyfriends I could find, and she wouldn’t let me anywhere near human boys. I guess she was just protecting me, but still, no boyfriends for me. And now, I just get users who think I’m some kind of road to the top of witchery. I hate it so much.” Damn. His eyes blurred. “You’re going to think I’m some kind of witchy wuss.”

The cat walked over and licked his hand. The sandpaper surface tickled his thumb. That did it. When had he last felt even a tiny lick done with true affection? His mother loved him in her way, but she was a Master Witch and cared far more for power and scheming than she ever had for love. She couldn’t understand why he didn’t value the same things. She had carefully selected his father for his good breeding potential, and she’d sent him on his way as soon as she’d shown signs of being pregnant. She’d gotten just what she wanted. The most powerful witch in the world, or at least one of them. Well, no. He guessed she hadn’t wanted a flaming gay witch who would give his last spell to be held by a lover who truly cared for him.

Tears began to drip from his eyes. Hell, what’s the use? He might as well cry. A moan escaped him, and he rolled into a fetal ball. “Oh, Al, I’m so lonely. So very, very lonely.” He cried until he slept from exhaustion.


Aloysius stared at the lean body and the long dark gold hair. He slipped under the man’s arm so he could lie close to his chest and hear his heartbeat.

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Cross-dressing Witch! Rebecca Cohen FOREVER HOLD HIS PEACE

ForeverHoldHisPeace (3)Hi all–

Thank you for coming to say hi to my guest, Cherise Sinclair, on Big Backlist Weekend! Winners will be announced today on the homepage and by email.

Now, please welcome back Rebecca Cohen with her new book in The Crofton Chronicles, FOREVER HOLD HIS PEACE. Rebecca is giving away a copy of the book, so please enter on the Rafflecopter. And read on, because every stop on the Tour has its own unique excerpt, so visit lots of stops to get an exciting view of this delicious new book.

Blurb: Sebastian Hewel has never been happier. But his life playing the role of his twin sister Bronwyn, the wife of Anthony Redbourn, Earl of Crofton, is about to change. Rumors abound that Bronwyn is using witchcraft to enthrall her husband, and false evidence has been found. Practicing witchcraft is a crime that could have Bronwyn brought in for questioning by the sheriff, and that would reveal Sebastian and Anthony’s secret.

Together they must decide whether it is time to lay Bronwyn to rest. Anthony intends to ensure that whoever implicated Bronwyn pays for the treacherous deed. Whatever happens, Sebastian and Anthony must prepare to face an unknown future together.


“There are rumors about everyone at court. You would not believe the time people devote to talking about each other. And most of it should be forgotten,” said Manning.

“Does that mean there are rumors about Lady Crofton?” asked Anthony.

“Ever since she stepped foot in court, rumors have followed Lady Crofton like a pet dog—but any woman married to you would have attracted the same.”

“Anything we should be troubled by?” pressed Anthony.

Manning put his tankard down. “No, well, not really. You caused a smattering of gossip when you threw Lady Florin out of Crofton Hall, and a few loose tongues have said Lady Crofton must have cast a spell on you to keep the wild Lord Crofton in check.”

“A spell? As in witchcraft?” asked Sebastian.

“Or possibly they’d seen A Midsummer Night’s Dream once too often,” said Manning. “Listen to me, gentlemen. No one is pointing fingers. There are rumblings, but that is normal. If I were you, I would put it from your minds and forget them.”


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Rebecca Cohen is a Brit abroad. Having swapped the Thames for the Rhine, she has left London behind and now lives with her husband and baby son in Basel, Switzerland. She can often be found with a pen in one hand and a cup of Darjeeling in the other.




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