Hi everyone– Here’s a fun way to get an entry in the Grand Prize Drawing on Nov 20. You can win a copy of Deceptive Attraction or of Golden Dancer PLUS a Bag of Swag including a Golden Dancer drawstring backpack, a mirror compact, a carry bag, signed post cards and much more. (Outside the US? You get both books instead of the Swag). Here’s what you do. I posted an excerpt from Deceptive Attraction below. I have never posted this excerpt before. Read the excerpt and find out the name of Cal’s roommate. Send an email to tara at taralain dot com. Tell me the name. You get an entry!
Excerpt: Deceptive Attraction by Tara Lain; M/M/F Contemporary
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 is 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 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 commitmentphobe and a woman dedicated to her work in Africa? Oh yeah, and then there’s a big surprise in a snowstorm. Cosmic joker strikes again.
Sheee-it! Caleb hit the ground, pain flashing through the twice-broken shoulder. Needed breath. Needed to hang on to the damned soccer ball. Don’t let go. He clutched that baby to his chest with his mitts. Pain. All over. Just your regular. Don’t let go. Scar tissue held. Rib broken? Maybe just bruised. Had to get up, kick in.
Hands grabbed him and pulled him to his feet. Crap, it hurt. Noise. Crowd cheering. No, more than cheering, going ape shit. The clock must have run out.
Whoa! Two guys grabbed him and hoisted him into the air on their shoulders. He grinned. Brave guys. He was a load. Wobbling. Hitting the ground again did not sound fun. He waved a mitt to the screaming fans. Oh yeah. Guess he’d blocked the kick that would have tied the game. Final whistle. Game over. Rocket Dogs win. The season is done. Thank God.
After getting pounded on the back several hundred times, shaking countless hands, giving five media interviews, and taking a quick shower, he stood beside the bench in the locker room trying to get his boxer briefs pulled up.
“Congratulations, Martin.”
“Great game, bro.”
“Helluva save, baby.”
Guys slapped his shoulder in congratulations, and he tried hard not to wince.
Suddenly the noise from the hall got louder. He glanced up to see the locker room door burst open. Well, crap. He pulled the briefs up fast as a wild-eyed girl, probably about nineteen or twenty, ran into the big room. “Cal. Cal, baby.”
Her eyes widened when she saw him. Where were his clothes? He grabbed for his shirt as she raced across the open space toward him, bumping into guys in towels and less. A few feet away, she hurled herself straight at his half-naked body. Think fast, Martin. Catch her, or let her fall? Oof. The shirt went flying. One hundred twenty pounds of squirming female climbed all over him. He tried to keep her from hurting herself as she grabbed his head, kissing his cheeks, trying to get to his mouth. Shit. He twisted his head. Damn, get this female off!All around him, he heard the other guys laughing. Fat lot of help they were.
He heard the door open again. Rescue. Two burly guys in security uniforms hurried toward him. Cal grabbed her waist and pushed her toward them, still wriggling. “C’mon, guys, get her off.”
The bigger guy, Harry, grabbed her. “Sorry, Cal, she got away from us.”
He smiled. “I can see how that could happen.”
Harry carried her carefully. Don’t hurt the fans. She leaned back in Harry’s arms and gazed at Cal with puppy-dog eyes. “I love you, Cal.”
He laughed. “I love you too.”
They dragged her, squirming and yelling, out of the room.
Cal glanced up. His roommate, Lex, stared at him. The guy was grinning, but there was this crease between his eyebrows. Yeah. Cal sighed. Only Lex, the coach, the owner, and one other guy on the team knew that Cal was more interested in the bare asses in the shower than in that cute girl. They were good about it as long as they didn’t have to be reminded too often. And that meant Cal got to spend ninety percent of his time pretending to be someone and something he wasn’t. Not just pretending to be straight, but also acting like a guy who only wanted to be a huge soccer star in his life. Cal sighed and finished dressing. Man, he was glad the season was over.
Bet you found it easy. Now, email me at tara at taralain dot com with the answer. Go over to Beautiful Boys Books and get all the info on the contest. There are lots more ways to win! : )