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Canning The Center
(Long Pass Chronicles Series, #2)
by Tara Lain
(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
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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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.”
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.
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.”
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.”
“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?”
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.”
little like she was trying not to laugh. “You’re our chocolate bunny.”
“What?”
“That’s what
Lucretia calls you.”
Lucretia calls you.”
“And you?”
She glanced down at
her golden high-heeled shoes. “You look rather like dessert to me too.”
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.
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.”
“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.”
“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?”
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.”
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?”
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.”
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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