Genetic Attraction Re-released! Tara Lain Does Ménage! #Giveaway!
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Welcome. What a thrill and a milestone! I’m happy to announce the re-release of the first book I ever wrote back in 2011, the bestseller GENETIC ATTRACTION. (It’s not much changed from the original, so if you read it, no need to read it again – unless you want to.)
While this was my first book, it actually continues the story in The Scientist and the Supermodel (which I wrote as a prequel). So you can read it first or as a standalone if you want or as an ongoing story.
Be aware, it’s a MMF ménage, very erotic, and the only book I ever wrote where the primary character is female. It also includes one of my favorite heroes I ever wrote – Roan Black, the Supermodel (who is pictured on the cover of The Scientist and the Supermodel).
Here’s the blurb and excerpt for your pleasure!
Genetic Attraction Series Book 2
At a conservative Long Island university, geneticist Dr. Emmaline Silvay has two great loves — her life-saving work and her younger research associate, Dr. Jake Martin. But Em knows she’s crazy. She’s Jake’s boss and he lives with his girlfriend! When Em discovers that Jake’s “girlfriend” is really his boyfriend, the beautiful supermodel, Roan Black, she resigns herself to a platonic friendship.
But the men have other ideas, and make their intentions clear on a passionate three-way weekend. Em’s never wanted anything more, but her unconventional love breaks rules her University superiors haven’t even written yet. Roan’s fame makes secrecy impossible and the ménage threatens her carefully constructed world.
What – or who – will she give up?
Excerpt from Genetic Attraction
“Honey, you know nobody on the planet is more proud of you than I am.” Here came the lecture. Her mother, the hippie, loved all living things vociferously. God knows, Em had marched on Washington with her. But Shakti Silvay had other priorities, and Em always got to hear about them. She settled into her chair and fiddled with the fringe hanging from the old lampshade as her mom warmed to her subject.
“When I was your age, you were almost twenty, baby. Now, I’m not suggesting you should stop researching and have kids, but I do want you to find a good man, have great sex, and be happy.”
Were they really going to have this conversation now? Again? “I have sex.”
“Oh yeah? Last I heard you were hanging out with some tight-assed professor that doesn’t know his dick from a laser pointer.”
Had her there. “Henry’s okay. Besides, you never settled with one man.”
“I’m me, baby. I like a lot of variety. You need more structure and steadiness. I’m sure some psycho-shrink would say it’s in reaction to your crazy old mom.”
“I love my crazy mom, my life’s great, and I’m happy. The research fills me up, you know that.”
There was a pause. Her mom was scarily perceptive. “Really, baby? Are you happy? Is all that work really enough?”
She sighed. “Yes, Mommy, and when it’s not I’ll change it. I’ll look for more.”
“Don’t wait too long, baby. Shit happens, and some choices go away.”
Em felt that one right in her heart. Jake. Yeah, that one was gone. “I know.”
“Okay, well I sure as hell didn’t call to lecture you.”
Em switched the lamp on and off. “Now you tell me.”
“What’s up this weekend? More work?”
“No, in fact I’m spending this weekend in Connecticut with Jake and his, uh, lover.”
“His lover?”
“Remember I told you he lived with someone?” She was glad she’d never told her mom about her feelings for Jake, so now she didn’t have to endure the sympathy. “Anyway, I expect them any minute. I’m all dressed up for a faculty party. You should see me. Positively Diane Lane.”
“Always said you look like her if she had red hair, honey.”
“So I gotta go.”
“Okay, baby. Just wanted to hear your voice. Try to have way too much fun this weekend.”
“You’re bad.”
“Always.”
“Call you soon. Love you, Mom.”
“Me too.”
Em stared at the phone as she strapped on her heels. Her mom never let her get away with much, but she was an equal opportunity confronter. No one escaped. Like the time Shakti had driven from the ashram in her old minivan up to Stanford and informed Em’s PhD advisor that her daughter was brilliant but “no pansy-assed intellectual.” Em, she’d said, was going to make a difference in the world, and no one who really counted ever followed the rules. God, Em loved her, but it was hard not to feel like a disappointment.
Okay, enough. She balanced on her heels. Yeah, this would work. Carefully, she walked to the closet and grabbed her coat, then sat on her couch in the comfy, mismatched living room. She inhaled one deep breath in through the nose, out through the mouth. Then a second deep breath. The doorbell sounded. Goose bumps erupted. This was it. She hadn’t even had time to think of what to say to the boyfriend of the man of her dreams.
Fighting a giggle, she hopped up, wobbled a little, crossed the entry, and yanked open the door.
Jesus. Was this what people meant when they said “your heart stops?” She stared.
The man standing under her porch light almost didn’t seem real. She looked up into clear green eyes so heavily fringed with lashes, they looked like they were lined with kohl. And that mouth? Looking at it had to be a mortal sin in at least three major religions. Like female beauty somehow architecturally carved into a male masterpiece.
He extended his long, slim hand and said simply, “Roan.”
His hand was so warm. “I know.”
He smiled. Did the sun just come out? Dimples. And one of those shining white teeth was crooked. Maybe nature could only endure so much perfection and had to fight back with a tiny cosmic joke.
Eep! She flew off her feet, and breath whooshed from her lungs as he crushed her against the silky fabric of his tux and the hard, slim body beneath. She managed to get her toes back on the ground and looked up at that exquisite face framed by silky black hair.
He beamed. “Hello, darling.” He dropped his head and kissed her, full on the mouth.
Far from a “howdy” kind of peck, the kiss was soft and lingering, with the slightest hint of a warm tongue against her lips. She fought not to whimper.
Gradually, and it felt reluctantly, he pulled back. “I think I’m your date for tonight.”
Only one thing came to mind. “Holy shit.”
From a few steps behind Roan, Jake started to laugh.
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I think the first gay character I read was Vanyel in Mercedes Lackey’s Heralds of Valdemar series but the first m/m I read was the Cut and Run series and I was blown away.
Me too. It was a lightning bolt! : )
I’ve been reading LGBTQ romance for over 8 years so I cannot remember my first. I think some were by an author called Lee Brazil and they also wrote stories on a blog There were like four authors. Then I got hold of a Cowboy series by Sara York and never looked back (Texas Rough) Congratulations on your release
Thank you, Cathy!!
I can’t remember the first LGBT romance I read. I know I read the Heaven Sent series by Jet Mykles, quite a few ZA Maxfield, some Rowan McBride, and Marie Sexton. 🙂
Congratulations on the re-release. 🙂 I haven’t read it yet, but I plan to. Love your Love in Laguna series.
Thank you, Star! Try Passions of a Papillon, which is my new romance — and first self-published. (The Genetic Attraction series is pretty fun and hawt too! )
I’ve been reading MM books for a long time, but for many years, it was only what I could find at the library, which wasn’t much. I always say that Spell Bound by Jacob Z. Flores was my gateway book because it led to my discovery of the wealth of these stories to be found in ebook format.
Thank you for visiting, Jennifer! : )
Started with manage — MFM became MMF which led to many good (and some not as good) MM books (happily the majority were, and are, good which had me coming back for more and finding your books)
Thank you, dear! I’m so glad you did. : )
Invisible Ink by Emma Jaye
Thanks for visiting, Ana!!
I can’t remember which was my 1st mm book but it might have been one from flynn eire.
I won Eye of the beholder by Carol Lynne and this is all she wrote fokes
I love SF, and when I first came out I couldn’t believe there was gay SF. There wasn’t much at the time, but there was Death’s Head (Narc #1) by Mel Keegan. Since then, I’ve never looked back.
First, yay, I’m so glad my website finally let you comment! LOL. And SF is such a great gateway. : )
First technically MM romance I ever read was Wicked Gentlemen by Ginn Hale (still a favorite re-read). But I’d been a fan of the Valdamar series, which had gay characters, before then. And read The Catch Trap by Marion Zimmer Bradley when it first came out in 1986 (gay trapeze artists). Warrior Woman by Marion Zimmer Bradley & Don Wollheime was the first lesbian book I ever read. Another favorite was If I Pay Thee Not in Gold by Piers Anthony & Mercedes Lackey (demon who changes sex and has lovers of both sexes). The Breeds of Man by FM Busby is another favorite read, about cyclical hermaphrodites.
Tory, these all sound like such interesting books! No wonder you got hooked. : )
I ‘d read gay-themed books in college like David Leddick’s MY WORST DATE and the erotica book TRICKS, but they weren’t romances. (It was the mid ’90s, so I’m guessing it was a transitional period for the genre. Neither book was tragic, which already seemed refreshing then, but there was no HEA involved for anybody either, which bugged me.) I was a big hockey and music slashfic reader, but Marie Sexton’s BETWEEN SINNERS AND SAINTS was the first official m/m romance for me (I won it in a giveaway). It’s still my favorite of hers…
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