3 Bestsellers in the All Romance Top 10! Tara Passes Out!

Hi everyone —

By the time you read this, it might have changed, but at this moment, this author — moi– has three books in the Top Ten Bestsellers on All Romance eBooks! This is the overall bestseller list on the entire site. 3 Bestsellers! Holy CRAP! The Pack or the Panther is #2 today (was #1 yesterday!). Wolf in Gucci Loafers is #5, and Winter’s Wolf, my new release, is climbing at #8. This is really beyond exciting and i thank you all so much for making it happen.

Just to whet your whistle, here’s an excerpt from the new release, WINTER’s WOLF!

EXCERPT: WINTER’S WOLF by Tara Lain – Winter Sees the FBI

At Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Winters-Wolf-Tales-Harker-Pack-ebook/dp/B00TQBXT3Y/

At Dreamspinner:

eBook: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=6064

Paperback: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=6065

At All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-winter039swolf-1739182-145.html

At B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/winters-wolf-tara-lain/1121237329?ean=2940151626262

Winter Thane was raised on the two cardinal rules of werewolf existence: don’t reveal yourself to humans under penalty of death, and there’s no such thing as a gay werewolf. It’s no surprise when his father drags him from his wild life in remote Canada back to Connecticut to meet his old pack in hopes it will persuade Winter to abandon his love of sex with human males. Of course Dad’s hopes are dashed when they come face-to-face with the gay werewolves in the Harker pack.

Winter takes one look at FBI agent, Matt Partridge, and decides bird is his favorite food. Partridge is embroiled in an investigation into drug dealing and the death of a fellow agent. He can’t let himself get distracted by the young, platinum-haired beast, but then Winter proves invaluable in the search for clues, a move that winds them both up in chains and facing imminent death. Winter quickly learns his father’s motives are questionable, the pack alphas are a bunch of pussies, humans aren’t quite what they seem, and nothing in the forests of Connecticut is pure except love.

Winter scanned the room. Back in the far corner, three males sat at a table. Not a lot of light except for a candle, but Winter could see even in the pitch black. Fuck, two of the males were huge. One looked older and carried some weight around his middle, but the other would probably be Winter’s height and looked as inhuman as Winter did. Shiny, silver-cast hair and eyes that reflected light when he glanced up toward the candle. The third male—Winter caught his breath. Human. Why would those two powerful wolves be sitting with a human when no others in the club mingled at all?

Hell, he’d like to mingle with him. What a human.

How could he get closer? He looked around for a men’s room sign. Yeah, perfect. If he went just a little out of his way, he could walk past that table, get a whiff, and see the man up close.

He glanced at Damon, who seemed to be studying the crowd like he was searching. Winter set the beer bottle on the bar. “Excuse me a minute. I’m going to find the washroom.”

“Okay. I think it’s back there.” Damon pointed exactly where Winter wanted to go.

Winter slid off the barstool and walked slowly through the crowd toward the indicated door. Fortunately, as he passed the table where the human sat, a woman came toward him, and he stepped aside to let her go by. Breathe deeply. Whoa. Man, what a nose-full. Both wolves were superpowerful—at least Damon’s peer. But the human? He smelled like food in the very best way. Like sweetness and musk with whiffs of pine and sandalwood and—something good to eat, but not necessarily with Winter’s teeth. Oh well, maybe some teeth would be involved. He grinned, raised his eyes, and the man stared at him.

Most humans shied from Winter. Too big. Too strange. This guy’s eyes widened when their glances met, his nostrils flared, but no fear showed on his face. Winter’s cock rose in his jeans. Down, boy. What was the attraction? The guy was nice-looking. Brown hair cut institutionally short and wide eyes that might be green. Still, most people would have drooled over the tall wolf with the silvery hair before they’d ever notice the human. Not Winter. The man’s eyes shone with intelligence and curiosity; his skin glowed with a passion for life that his conservative haircut didn’t advertise. Damn, Winter wanted to pick the guy up, carry him into the forest, and swallow his cock for dinner. The desire made his hands shake, and he clutched them.

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