Wicked Warriors Blog Hop with Sexy Firefighters!

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Welcome to the Wicked Warriors Blog Hop! We’re celebrating Halloween, our love of Wicked Warriors as in Angela Knight’s new book, Unbound, and my recent release, F.A.S.T. Balls, and we have a passel of prizes for you including a Kindle Paperwhite (I have one and i love it! You will too, i bet.). BTW, my name is Tara Lain and i write the Beautiful Boys of Romance.

Here’s the lineup of prizes —

• A Kindle Paperwhite Grand Prize
• Five signed copies of Angela Knight’s Unbound
• International will receive Gift Cards

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Here on my blog, you can WIN:

• An ecopy of my newest release F.A.S.T. Balls
• Your choice of a F.A.S.T. Balls jewelry bookmark or a $5 GC

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My most recent book is about the love between two firefighters. I haven’t see statistics on this, by i believe firefighters are thew number one favorite heroes in romance. There are lots of reasons that these men stack up as hero material:

• They’re young — one quarter of firefighters are in their twenties, one quarter in their thirties and one quarter in their forties (more or less)
• They have to be in great shape just to manage the gear they wear. The boots and trousers weigh 30 lbs, the mask and air pack weigh another 30, and the coat is 15 lbs. That’s 75 lbs of gear before they pick up a hose and they have to climb ladders in that stuff!
• They do risk their lives. While the largest number of firefighter calls are for health emergencies and the second largest for false alarms, there are still somewhere around a million and a half fires in the US each year. Every firefighter will fight fires in his or her career unlike police, for example, who may seldom or ever be placed in a life-threatening situation. Sadly, firefighters also experience enormous health risks in their work including a substantially increased chance of developing cancer
•  As a lot of calendars prove, many firefighters are hot!

In F.A.S.T. Balls, the romance is fraught with conflict because one firefighter is gay and the other is a homophobe fighting his attraction. Here’s a scene:

Excerpt: F.A.S.T. Balls by Tara Lain; The Gay Fireman and the Homophobe

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Firefighter and surfing champion, Jerry Wallender, looks like a hero to the world, but he can’t see it. He keeps falling for these intellectual guys who end up making him feel dumb and unneeded.  On top of that, Mick Cassidy, super-gorgeous firefighter and total homophobe, makes Jerry’s life miserable with his slurs. Then one day Mick’s nice to Jerry and, at the Firefighter’s Ball, Jerry offers a helping hand and ends up with a hand-job. What the hell is going on?

Mick Cassidy is great with fighting fires and solving math problems but rotten with people. Raised by a gay-hating preacher, Mick’s carefully constructed world of gay bashing starts to crumble when he meets Jerry, the nicest, kindest man he’s ever known.  Mick’s never wanted a woman and can’t stop thinking about sex with Jerry. In fact, he can’t stop doing it. Does that make him gay? And if he’s gay, what happens to his whole life? A hook-up between sweet Jerry and mean Mick might be total disaster — or the smartest idea Jerry ever had.

The band got into the spirit and segued from the cha cha into a meringue. Jerry didn’t know this one as well but he mimicked Andres and pretty soon had the rhythm. Some people were standing around watching them while others joined in and danced. Andres was so gorgeous and so great at dancing. He even spun a couple of the women around as he danced by them and they squealed. What a charmer.

The musicians worked up to a big finish. Andres pulled Jerry in close then spun him out in a twirl. He circled twice, laughed, and…stopped dead.

Holy crap. Standing on the edge of the dance floor staring at the dancers with big green eyes was the yummiest thing he’d ever seen. Mick Cassidy, tall, straight and strong in a dress blue uniform, the light from the ballroom chandeliers shining off his pale gold hair.

Jerry stared.

Mick stared.

Jerry glanced at the girl standing next to Mick. Really pretty in a blue dress. But nothing, underline nothing, he had seen in a long time was as pretty as that big, hunky homophobe. Mick might be mean as piss, as Hunter said, but he stood there proving that sometimes things that were bad for you are the ones you want most.

A hand on his shoulder woke him up. “You okay, Jerry?”

“Oh, sorry.” He turned and smiled at Andres, but man, it was hard tearing his eyes away. “I just saw someone I know.”

He headed back to the table and Andres stepped up beside him. “Was the person you know that golden dreamboat in blue by any chance?”

He wasn’t going to pretend he didn’t know who Andres meant. “Yeah, that’s the guy I was telling Rod and Hunter about. The one who was nice to me.”

“Oh guapo, he can be nice to me anytime.”

Jerry laughed. “Yeah. Too bad he’s a raging fag hater.”

“So why was he nice?”

“I still haven’t figured that out.”

 

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He’d been turned to stone. Hell, he had to move. This was stupid. Mick watched Jerry’s retreating back moving off the dance floor and saw him guiding a beautiful Mexican with him. Who the hell was that? Jerry had said his boyfriend had left him. He’d sure moved on fast.

“You know that guy?”

He glanced at Jezebel. Oh right, she was with him. “Yes, he works on my shift a lot of the time.”

“Sure is a good dancer. He a fag? Must be, if he’s dancing with a guy, right.”

Whoa. He used that word all the time but it sounded bad when she said it about Jerry. “Yeah, he’s gay.”

“Must be like your father says. You see a lot of gay guys in Laguna.”

“Yes.” It felt weird to have his father’s ideas dragged into his work life.

She looked out at the dancers. “I always figured what your father says is a load of crap. Gay people are born that way so it has to be God’s will and if it’s not then God’s a load of crap.”