Hi everyone! Yes, this is the Heartbreaker Hop — the event where you can WIN amazing prizes! I’m Tara Lain and i write the Beautiful Boys of Romance (there’s got to be a heartbreaker in there somewhere).
First, let’s talk about the fun and prizes of this Hop. We’ve got 300 Authors all giving stuff away and we have the best grand prizes in town:
Now what are those prizes?
1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
2nd Grand Prize: A $100 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!
The winners of the grand prizes will be selected from the comments on all of the blogs in the hop — but you’ve got a bunch of days to reach all of us You’ll find us all here:Website: http://carrieannbloghops.blogspot.com/
Here on my Blog you can win:
- First prize — A $10 gift card to Amazon
- Second prize — Choice of an ebook from my backlist — your own Beautiful Boy
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- Leave me a comment WITH YOUR EMAIL and tell me what kind of heartbreaker you like
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About those heartbreakers! Even though i write MM and menage romance so i create a lot of male characters, none of my heroes are heartbreakers on purpose. My guys are too earnest for that. But they do sometimes break their lover’s hearts by accident. Those also tend to be the kinds of books and heroes i like to read.
Like my tough cop, Ryan Star, in Snow Balls. He breaks JJ’s heart by forcing him to sneak around and not admitting they are lovers. But Ryan is just trying to survive. He thinks coming out of the closet can be fatal in his line of work and he has to grow enough to realize his love is stronger than his fear.
I’m currently reading the wonderful Amy Lane’s Chase in Shadow. Chase breaks our hearts along with Tommy’s and his own because he’s so wounded he can’t live the life he wants so desperately. And in my new release, Hearts and Flour, my vegan, health food lover, Micah, breaks the gentle Quentin’s heart when he chooses his overwrought principles instead of Quentin’s affection. I did, however, recently read a book about a classic heartbreaker — the utterly charming short by my RWA chapter-mate, Tessa Dare, called The Scandalous, Dissolute, No-Good, Mr. Wright. Now doesn’t that just sum it up? LOL
In case you’d like to read a bit of my new beautiful boys, here’s a nibble of Hearts and Flour:
Excerpt : HEARTS AND FLOUR by Tara Lain; MM Contemporary; The Vegan and the Cupcake Baker
To Micah Truveen, raw, vegan food is his religion. So when his devoted customers show up with white flour cupcakes, Micah could kill. Then Micah comes home to find his boyfriend, Dharamaram, in bed with someone else. He throws the rat out and agrees to go to his friend’s orgiastic anti-Valentines party where he meets a gorgeous cross-dressing guy who gives him a night to remember.
Southerner Quentin Darby wishes he could stop wearing women’s clothes. He so wants to live up to his grandmother’s glowing opinion of him, he’s never even told her he’s gay. And now there’s Micah who makes him wish he could just be who he is. But Micah finds out that Quentin is the baker responsible for the plague of cupcakes afflicting the community! And Dharmaram adds a little blackmail to the mix. Can two hearts rise above the flour?
Gasping for breath, he stopped outside the store. Locked. Of course. It was only eight thirty in the morning. At least Dharmaram’s class didn’t start until nine. If only Quentin would come here to the shop right after he dropped off his grandmother. Or maybe even before. Oh God. What if he went in and Dharmaram confronted them together? No warning. Just a smack in the face. Maybe he should run to the yoga studio? He took two steps down the pavement—
He turned back to see that beautiful face. A beautiful face and body—dressed in men’s clothes. He’d seen Quentin as Queen. He’d seen Quentin naked. But this was the first time seeing him as a man.
Of course, that masculine image was slightly compromised by the fact that Quentin wore an apron over his jeans and T-shirt. An apron covered in flour and dough. Micah wanted to lick it off. The first processed food he’d had in years.
Quentin wiped his hands. “What did you want?”
His eyes wouldn’t focus. He just wanted to keep staring at that loveliness.
“Maybe I could get one of your raw cupcakes?”
“You came here before opening for a cupcake?”
Micah shook his head. “No. I have something to tell you. Something pretty awful.”
Quentin frowned. “Something more awful than you going back to your yoga teacher a few hours after we had sex?”
Micah breathed out hard. “It’s related to that. Where can we talk?”
“There’s people baking in the kitchen. You know, baking that poison I make and force on people?” He stood very upright.
“I’m truly sorry for that. Just, please, let me tell you what’s happened.”
“OK.” Quentin stepped aside and pointed to the back. Micah walked into the shop, assailed again by the sweetest of smells. No second sweetest, after Quentin.
Quentin walked through the door that led to the kitchen and Micah followed. He turned right and stepped into a small office with a desk, computer, and a filing cabinet. Quentin pointed to a straight-back chair across from the desk. He took the desk chair. “So what did you want to tell me?”
Whew. Face-to-face, this was tough duty. His heart beat so hard he could feel it in his toes. “I, uh, I really care about you.”
Who knew Quentin’s face could get that angry. “You sure have a unique way of showing it, sugah.”
“Wait. I’ve done a bunch of dumb things, and I’m not sure which is dumbest. First, I did that whole priggish song and dance about the cupcakes being poison when I should have been telling you how much I admire you and appreciate how you take care of your grandmother. And I really want to know why you created those raw cupcakes—” he held up a hand “—but first I have to tell you about my other idiot moves. The reason you saw me with Dharmaram is because he was blackmailing me. He figured out that the beautiful woman he saw me with is the grandson of his most proper southern lady student, and he threatened to tell Mary Beth about you if I didn’t take him back in. What you saw was him moving his stuff into my guest room. That’s guest room.”
Quentin’s mouth literally hung open. “But why did you do that? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Micah shrugged. “I knew if I told you, you’d immediately come out to your grandmother, and I didn’t want to force you to do something you didn’t want to do.”
“So you’ve been hosting that snake in the grass on account of me?” The blue eyes widened to saucer expanse.
Micah shifted in the chair. “I was. But that’s why I ran here so fast this morning. I just couldn’t do it anymore. I woke up this morning and he was climbing in bed with me. I threw him out again.”
“Not good, because he’s going to go straight to Mary Beth and—”
“Who’s going straight to me, darling?”
The soft southern voice came around the partly closed door followed by a curly head and blue eyes that sparkled just like her grandson’s.
He would have smiled but fear seemed to have frozen him solid. What could they say? All he could do was follow Quentin’s lead.
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