The Pretty Boy and the Tomboy

Genetic Attraction Series (Book 3)

2nd Edition (First edition was titled Deceptive Attraction)


Caleb Martin faces a life crisis — and he’s pretty embarrassed about it. A talented soccer star, he has the chance to sign a lucrative five-year contract and be rich and famous. Two problems – Cal’s gay and signing the contract means he has to stay in the closet, maybe for life. Plus, he’ll have to spend his years diving for soccer balls when he’d like to be helping people like the rest of his family.

A one-night stand with a beautiful man rocks Cal, but the mysterious guy vanishes only to reappear where Cal is house-sitting. Too much coincidence? And then a cute tomboy throws Cal’s life choices into confusion. How could he wind up with a commitment phobe and a woman dedicated to her work in Africa? To top it off, there’s a big surprise in a snowstorm.

Cosmic joker strikes again.

2nd Edition
Published March 3, 2020
Tara Lain Books
191 Pages
ASIN B0851Q7841

The Pretty Boy and the Tomboy (Genetic Attraction, #3)

What People Are Saying

5 Stars

First I have to say that I LOVE this series. I have loved Jake and Roan, then fell for Em too. That being said, this is my favorite in the series (so far)! For one, we still get a bit of Jake, Roan, and Em as Caleb goes to housesit for them, and I don’t want to say too much and risk giving some awesome surprises away, but damn was their part in the story awesome. … A story of such sweet exploration as well as a shameless sense of self, Deceptive Attraction takes the stakes higher than ever making the connection and deep affection between the three lovers all the more gratifying. Have tissues close by when you read it!

Buffy Kennedy Reviews

Wow can this author write erotica! I’m not a shy reader but I flushed a few times at the descriptive sex scenes between the tomboy and her two gay men. Interestingly, I’ve never read a straight-for-you story but that’s exactly what this book is. Cal especially isn’t normally attracted to women but Angel just does it for him. Angel’s acceptance of this, along with Eli’s eroticism, makes for a sexually intimate novel that MMF ménage fans will gobble up.

The Book Vixen

Excerpt from The Pretty Boy and the Tomboy


The guy was looking down at his beer, but Cal still got a good look at the profile. Wheat-colored ringlets stood out from his head, framing a sharp, slightly upturned nose and bright pink cheeks. Not made-up, probably flushed from the heat and attention. Shirley fucking Temple. No, that made him sound cutesy and this guy was not. He was sexy as hell. The man picked up his beer bottle and took a swig. One of the guys near Cal actually sighed. Yeah, who wouldn’t want those pretty, pouty lips wrapped around their dick?

And then there was the body. Small, slim, but pure male. The hands around the beer bottle looked rough and calloused, like they’d scrape your butt real nice if he grabbed you. His forearms under the pushed-up sleeves of his blue T-shirt were lean, but ripped and muscled. Shit, what did Jake call Roan? Sex on a stick. No wonder these guys were drooling.

One of the admirers Cal didn’t recognize was saying, “C’mon, beautiful. Your boyfriend must’ve stood you up. Which means he’s fucking crazy and doesn’t deserve you, so let me buy you a drink, okay?”

Another guy chimed in. “Or me. Am I your type?”

Wow. So with all this adoration, the pretty boy was still buying his own beer.
Ringlets said something, and Cal moved a little closer to try and hear. The man standing in front of him looked up. “Hey, Caleb.” He frowned a little, clearly not wanting any more competition. “What are you doing here?”

Yeah, what was he doing there? Eavesdropping? Satisfying his curiosity? Or nurturing the raging hard-on pushing against the zipper of his jeans? The fact was, he hadn’t had sex in weeks and hadn’t had satisfying sex in — shit, forever. He wasn’t really the bar-pickup type, but the blond was something special.

He started to answer, but suddenly the guy at the bar turned on his bar stool, and Cal got the front-on view for the first time. Holy fucking gorgeous. Cal was staring directly into the tawniest pair of golden eyes, like some kind of cat. Yeah, the cat that ate his voice. He couldn’t speak. Just stood there like someone had struck him dumb. The man smiled. Deep dimples appeared in the pink cheeks. That put the finishing touch on the hard-on.

“Caleb.” How did he know his name? He must have heard the other guy say it. The blond’s voice was soft, a little high, somehow appropriate to his prettiness. He said Cal’s name somewhere between a question and a sigh. He looked around at the other men. “You see, I told you I was waiting for someone.”

What the f —

Loud protests followed.

“Well, why the hell didn’t you say you were waiting for Martin?”

“Some guys have all the luck.”

“Hey, Cal, why’d you keep your date waiting, you asshole?”

At a loss was too mild a description. But the guy had things under control. He stepped off the bar stool — long legs made him a little taller than Cal had guessed, probably about five feet ten — and extended his hand to Cal. “So now that you’ve kept me waiting and made me lead on all these handsome guys, I figure it’s time you dance with me.” The golden eyes stared at Cal as if daring him to deny that they were a couple. Hell, Mrs. Martin didn’t raise any dumb sons.

Cal took the man’s hand, just as rough as it looked, and after a pause to stare down at the disappointed faces, he pulled the guy toward him, wrapped an arm around his lean shoulders, and turned toward the tiny dance floor. The other men grumbled but backed off.

When he and the pretty boy had moved in among the other dancers, Cal turned toward him. Golden eyes gazed up at him. The man held up his arms, ready to let Cal lead. Good. He slipped his arms around the slender body and moved them into a gentle rock. Cal was no great dancer, but fortunately this dance floor didn’t allow for much in the way of ballroom style.

They both spoke at the same time. “You want to explain what –”

“Thanks for going along –”

The guy smiled up at Cal. “Thank you for going along with me. I was telling the truth; I was supposed to meet a friend here, but he didn’t show.”

“A friend?”

“Yeah, just a friend.”

“Really? Not a lover?”

Cal got an appraising stare. “No. I don’t do lovers. It rhymes with commitment.”
All righty then. “So your friend…?”

“Yeah. I was planning on killing him the next time I see him for leaving me here alone, but…” He looked at Cal with a soft smile. “I think I changed my mind about that. I’m Elijah, by the way. Eli.”

“Caleb. Cal. I guess we’d better not shake hands, or we’ll give ourselves away.”

“No shaking of hands required.” Eli molded his body to Cal’s. Cal could feel the man’s hard cock pressing against his thigh, and wished for the first time in his very tall life that he was shorter. Man, he would like that hard rod pushing against his cock. Shit, he should run. He could sense this pretty boy was way out of his league in terms of experience, since Cal had only had one committed relationship and a couple of short-term affections. The guy might even be a player, though his reluctance to let his admirers buy him drinks didn’t suggest that.

But Cal knew he was thoroughly and righteously hooked. He might not have known his type until tonight, but the fact was, Ringlets was his idea of perfect. No, he wasn’t going anywhere.


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