Hi everyone–
A pause in our roster of wonderful guests for a word from our sponsor. LOL. This coming Friday, the new book in my Balls to the Wall Series releases from Etopia Press. In case you haven’t heard, it’s called Fire Balls. Here is the blurb and an R Rated Excerpt just to get you hot under the collar.
Excerpt: Fire Balls by Tara Lain — MM Contemporary
Rodney Mansfield is tiny, flamboyant and, oh yeah, a black belt in karate. He is also one of southern California’s greatest artists. Too bad the work of art he really wants is firefighter, Hunter Fallon. But the gorgeous “straight gay” guy could never want the Runtback of Notre Dame, so when Rodney’s handsome, surfer friend, Jerry, develops an unexpected passion for the beautiful firefighter, Rodney breaks his own heart by helping Jerry land his man. And then Rod makes it worse by embarrassing Hunter when he protects him from a firehouse bully. Hunter hates gay guys like Rodney – doesn’t he? Then why can’t he get the powerful pipsqueak’s face out of his mind… and cock out of his ass? And why does he risk his job and his life to rescue Rod from a burning building? Isn’t it time for him to admit he’s not an alpha male after all and that he is the property of the artist?
“So what the hell is a poet doing in the fire department?”
“There’s a lot of poetry in fire.”
“Sure, darling, if you’re staring at a fireplace with a glass of wine!”
Hunter laughed, which seemed to drain a little of the tension. “I became a firefighter for my dad. Kind of living his dream because he wasn’t able to. He’s confined to a wheelchair.”
Interesting. “That’s great for him, but what’s your dream?”
“Making him happy, I guess. Not disappointing him.”
The boy was cracked. Rod put his hands on his hips. “Shit, darling, you can’t live someone else’s dream.”
The words hung in the air.
“I’ve got to try.” Hunter’s words were barely audible.
Rodney dropped his brush in the turp. Somebody had to get through to the man. He took a step forward. “Tell me what you would do if you didn’t have to think about anyone but yourself.”
Hunter shook his head slowly.
He took another step. “Tell me, dammit.”
The blue eyes looked startled. “I’d teach. I’d teach literature, maybe in college.”
“There, that wasn’t so hard.”
“Doesn’t change anything.”
“Like hell it doesn’t. Declaration is a big step in the battle. If you can say it out loud, you can manifest it.” He took another step. “Do you know what my father wanted me to be?”
“What?”
“A lawyer. A fucking lawyer, probably so I could keep the bastard out of jail when he cheated his customers. He wanted to pay for me to go to fucking Stanford Law.”
“Wow. You turned him down?”
“Do I look like a lawyer to you?” He struck his favorite pose à la Marilyn Monroe. “I worked my ass off to put myself through art school. I waited tables and painted pictures of people’s pets to make extra money. I even appeared in a drag show one time.”
“No shit?”
“You should hear me sing ‘Let Me Entertain You.’ But my point is, it’s your life and you have to live it. You probably don’t get another chance and even if you do, you won’t be conscious of it, so this is it, darling. Get on with it.”
“Yeah, but my dad is different.”
“I’m sure he is, and I’m happy for you.” He moved closer. “And you know what my father mostly wanted me to be?”
“What? I mean you’re a great artist, he must have seen that and wanted that.”
“No, you know what he wanted me to be so much he would have given every dime he had to make it so?”
Hunter shook his head, eyes wide.
“He wanted me to be not gay.”
Hunter stared. “My dad too.”
Shit. Rod was now at the platform’s edge. “So that’s it. You make up to your dad for being gay by putting on this damned hero fireman act when you want to read your books in the sunshine and teach a few kids about immortality. Right?”
Hunter shook his head.
“I said right?” Rod was beside Hunter now. Within reach. “Say I’m right.” He climbed up the platform’s step. “Your dad doesn’t want you to be gay, so you don’t want to be gay. But there’s not one fucking thing you can do about it so you compromise the whole rest of your life trying to make up for the way God made you. Say I’m right.”
Hunter dropped down onto one elbow. “You’re right.”
“Louder. I can’t hear you.”
“You’re right, dammit.”
His knee hit the daybed and in a fast two count his body pressed down onto Hunter’s, his hands grabbing the other man’s head. Holy shit, what was he doing? Mouth to mouth got a whole new meaning. Jesus, he was starving and Hunter Fallon was the only food.
Forcing Hunter’s lips open, Rod’s tongue pressed deep, deeper, and he licked the inside of the sweetest mouth he had ever known. Hunter’s tense body gradually relaxed against Rod’s, then began to writhe. Oh shit, Hunter’s hips pressed hard against Rodney, who couldn’t miss the steel of that hot cock.
I hope you’re inspired. The Fire Balls Blog Tour begins Feb 3. The complete schedule is on my website under Events/Blog Tour Schedule https://taralain.com And watch the Book Blog Beautiful Boys Books for daily events in the contest to win a copy of Fire Balls and a $10. Amazon GC. Thank you so much for visiting. I love blog followers in case you want to follow. : )