It's my pleasure to welcome friend and author, Lyndi Lamont, to the blog. Lyndi's new book, Deception, sounds so wonderful and intriguing. It's going in my TBR pile post haste. What a fascinating time she has written about. You won't resist! Now Lyndi is going to tell you about her Beautiful Boys! And she'll be giving away a copy of Deception so don't miss the chance. Comment! : )
When Tara invited me to visit her blog, I said I'd do a post about the Beautiful Boys of the Gay Nineties. The 1890's, that is. Like Oscar Wilde's very intimate friend, Lord Alfred "Bosie" Douglas, a young man renowned for his youthful beauty, as you can see in this photograph. It was his relathionship with Bosie that landed Oscar in prison, convicted of "gross indecency". The price of "the love that dare not speak its name", as Bosie put it in his poem, Two Loves.
My new release, Deception, is set in 1895, a time of great excess and great poverty, of sexual repression and joyous romanticism, of great restraint and lavish excess. In this world of extremes, two very different men meet and form a bond, but one based partly on half-truths and deception.
Leander Frampton, a struggling artist who makes ends meet by waiting tables at a cafe, is astonished to receive an invitation of a masked ball along with the costume of a Medieval fool. He has no idea who sent it to him, but it's an offer he can't resist. That night, he meets a man in a gorgeous costume of black and gold. When the masks come off, he realizes it is Rupert, a man he met and bedded two months earlier. The man he has dreamt of ever since.
Nor has Rupert forgotten Leander. But Rupert has more to lose and more to hide. At home in Liverpool, he lives the circumspect life of a respectable art importer. But in London, he's at liberty to indulge his passion for handsome young men. He has a preference for artistic young men like Leander, and a lot of emotional baggage.
Leander thinks he has found a lover, a patron and his muse, but Rupert is maddeningly elusive, appearing and disappearing in Leander's life with little explanation. Rupert arranges for a private showing of Leander's work, but that doesn't mean he trusts Leander with all of his secrets, especially after risky public sex that could have landed them in jail.
Two very different men - one, a businessman, with a great deal to lose and a taste for secret liaisons with beautiful young men; the other a young, gifted artist who will give his all to the right man. Will deception destroy any possibility for a once-in-a-lifetime passion for these two lovers?
In this excerpt, Leander and Rupert are on an excursion to Brighton on a cool but sunny March day:
“Let’s walk on the pier,” Rupert suggested when Leander had finished his sketch. “At least it’s sheltered.”
“All right. We were lucky to have such fine weather today. It seems like it always rains on Sundays.”
Rupert laughed as Leander closed his sketchbook and slipped his pencil into his pocket. He followed Rupert to the entrance of the pier, where he paid their toll. It was warmer on the pier, thanks to the windscreen. He moved closer and brushed his arm against Rupert’s, just for a second. He envied the men and women who strolled arm-in-arm along the pier, exchanging fond glances, unaware of how it felt to be unable to do so.
“We should run away,” he said.
Rupert chuckled. “Where do you propose we go?”
Leander frowned. “I don’t know. A tropical island far from civilization?”
Rupert’s brows angled upward. “And do what? Live on fish and coconuts?”
“Why not? What’s stopping us?”
Rupert shook his head. “You spin a nice fantasy, but truth is, we’d both be bored out of our minds in a week. No theater, no books, no culture.”
“Of course,” Leander agreed, though he doubted he’d grow bored so fast. Not as long as he had Rupert and his sketchbook. He turned away and fought down his disappointment. He was in danger of falling in love with Rupert, but the feeling didn’t appear to be reciprocated.
* * *
Just before sunset, they wandered along the beach toward the old chain pier. Rupert shivered from the cold wind off the ocean. They had stopped earlier to book a hotel room, and he was ready to return, but Leander seemed reluctant to leave the beach. Still, Rupert was glad they’d come. The excursion had meant a lot to his young companion. He’d filled several pages in his sketchbook and talked of ideas for new paintings. Nature might be uncomfortable at times, but it was beautiful and inspiring.
By the time they reached the old pier, they were the only ones left on this part of the beach. The sunset had turned the sky shades of red and orange, and the timbers of the decrepit structure were silhouetted in black against the brilliant colors. “What a painting that would make.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” Leander said. “I’ll get to work on it when we return to London.”
“Too bad you left your sketchbook at the hotel.”
Leander turned to face him. “It doesn’t matter. I won’t forget.”
“How can you be sure?”
Leander smiled. “I have an excellent memory. Once I’ve seen something, I can draw it down to the smallest detail.”
“Really? I had no idea.”
Leander shrugged modestly. “I’ve always been able to do that.”
“No wonder you’re such a talented artist.”
Leander grabbed his arm and steered him into the shadows under the pier. “That’s not all I’m talented at,” he whispered before grabbing Rupert’s head and pressing a kiss on his lips.
Rupert opened his mouth to protest, and Leander slid his tongue inside, tasting and exploring. Rupert groaned and kissed him back. This was madness, dangerous madness, but he was unable to resist. He wrapped his arms around Leander’s waist and pulled him closer.
“We need to stop,” Rupert gasped between kisses.
“Shut up,” Leander said before taking his mouth again.
He let one hand slide down Rupert’s torso to his waist. Before Rupert knew it, Leander was expertly unbuttoning his trousers. He tried to pull back, but Leander tightened his grip on Rupert’s neck.
Rupert’s protests were silenced by Leander’s tongue in his mouth. Rupert knew all he had to do was push the smaller man away, but his mouth and hands felt too good. For the next few minutes, he forgot how to think, how to talk, as Leander’s hand stroked and teased his prick.
“Are you going to come?”
“Yes,” Rupert groaned.
Leander fell to his knees, took Rupert’s cock in his hands and drew the tip into his mouth...
My thanks to Tara for having me here. I met her recently at our local RWA chapter, and I can tell you, she's a real dynamo. I have a hard time keeping up with her!
You can find more pictures of handsome 19th century men at My Daguerrotype Boyfriend including (on page 6) a picture of Bosie with his older brother Francis , also rumored to be gay.
Currently Deception is available only from Amber Allure, but it should be available at third-party sites in a few weeks.
I'm happy to welcome Pia Veleno to the blog today with a book i'm lining up to read. Make You Sweat is right up my alley -- M/M with pretty boys and a fun, sexy story line. And it's from Loose Id so you know it will be both hot and great. But i'll stop gushing and let you read the post and excerpt from Pia. (BTW, this is Pia's profile picture. LOL)
What a weird, exhausting, and exciting month it’s been so far!
Thank you, Tara, for inviting me to visit today. I love to write guest blog posts, though one might not believe that given the short list of stops I’ve made to celebrate my latest release. I am thrilled about this book hitting the electronic shelves. Make You Sweat is my first release with Loose Id, and it has been a wonderful experience.
I have written a couple of blog posts about the balance of writing and running. Both are cathartic for me, one mental and the other physical. Well, this month I haven’t been, and cannot, run. Thanks to a stress fracture in my foot, I haven’t been walking, let alone running, which translates into a huge struggle to write anything more than a grocery list.
I’m not here to complain however, so don’t run away screaming just yet.
A stress fracture is a pain in the… foot, but it could’ve been worse. It happened running on a road where drivers like to challenge my reaction time, so I’m grateful it wasn’t a car accident. Or a compound fracture. Or my driving foot.
While I’m still under orders not to put weight on my foot, the writing is slowly coming back to me. I’ve struggled through my weekly ongoing freebie, and a few guest posts, and now the Muse seems to understand that he needs to figure out a way to work that doesn’t involve teasing me with ideas two miles out from home when I don’t have a pen and paper.
Spending time talking about Make You Sweat has helped too. I have a rough idea for a sequel, and because Cody is a runner, I can picture myself jogging across the beach with him, barefoot and sprayed with ocean waves crashing nearby. I can picture him with Tyler, jogging together, and the trouble that finds them despite the seemingly perfect sunny summer day.
Yes, I’m getting there. I’m healing, and I’m brainstorming, and when it just isn’t working, I’m reading. Despite the Twitter inspiration story for Make You Sweat, reading is a huge source of creative surges. This weekend I’m reading Sno Ho; inspiration hit when I realized I haven’t tried to write anything with a winter theme.I live in New England. I should write a poorly timed Nor’easter. I’ve experienced enough of them!
Excuse me, I have to go write down that idea before I forget it completely. While I do that, please enjoy an excerpt from Make You Sweat.
Ready for change, Tyler Pierce has the whole summer ahead of him when he flies to Sand Piper Beach to turn over a new leaf. Sun, swimming, exercise, he'll return home a new man, sexy and buff. Best of all, several states away from home and college, no one but his dad knows him, so he can muddle through the challenges of getting fit without friends laughing at him.
During his first visit to the fitness center, Tyler meets the sculpted and toned Cody Dawson, fitness instructor and sexy gay man. Not only does Cody help Tyler learn how to use the strength training equipment, but he crashes through Tyler's fantasies and lures him into bed.
Just a passing fling, Tyler decides. Cody, after all, could get any number of better looking men without even trying. Besides, the summer doesn't last forever and, too soon, Tyler will return to campus leaving Cody to the ex who wants him back. A summer fling can grow into something more, but it's up to Tyler to recognize if it's true love or just heated summer lust.
“Look, kid, I have a business dinner after work tonight.” Scott set his briefcase on the table long enough to drop an apple and a banana into the open flap, and then fill a travel mug with coffee. “If there’s something you want to do later in the week, let me know and I’ll schedule it in, but otherwise…”
“It’s fine, Dad. I’m here for some sun and relaxation.”
Scott didn’t reply immediately, and Tyler resisted the urge to fill the dead space with further explanations. He hadn’t told his father about his desire to fumble through getting healthy and buff alone, nor did he intend to.
Just as Tyler couldn’t stand the awkward silence any longer, Scott nodded, clearly satisfied, and said, “All right; you let me know if you need anything.”
“Really, I’m fine.” Tyler forced a smile. “Don’t work too hard.”
Scott laughed. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” he said. He grabbed his keys and briefcase and rushed out the door.
“That won’t be hard,” Tyler mumbled to the closed door.
He pushed aside his cereal bowl and gazed out a sliding glass door guarding the way to a small balcony facing the ocean. The beach called to him, but he hesitated to reveal his pale flesh and gangly form to a whole beach full of people who didn’t know him yet. This summer, he’d turn over a new leaf. He’d been waiting for his teenage body to fill out, yet he still felt sixteen, thin and bony, all sharp angles with little muscle to smooth it all together. Back then, at sixteen, his dad had told him to be patient, and Tyler had tried, but waiting was overrated. Now he would muddle through exercising for the summer and return to campus a different -- and hopefully sexy -- guy.
“But how to start?” He sighed and pushed away from the table. After rinsing his bowl in the sink, Tyler changed into shorts, sneakers, and a T-shirt, grabbed his iPod, and then took the elevator down to the fitness center.
Keeping his head down as he entered the spacious gym, Tyler avoided three men gathered around a bench cheering and jeering each other over how much each could lift in a single round. One straddled the bench and waved his friends forward to add another set of large black weights to the bar.
Tyler sat down at a machine near the door. He studied the design for a moment before putting his arms against the gunmetal gray pads. When he pushed, they didn’t move. He glanced at stack to his right. The pin held eighty pounds. If he’d been alone, he would’ve laughed to blow off the stupid feeling creeping up his spine. Instead, with a quick glance at the men to make sure they still ignored him, Tyler fought past the flush rising up his neck and moved the pin up to thirty. He pressed the pads together.Come on, come on, come on.They wiggled; the black stack shifted upward an inch and then dropped with a solidthwack. The little black blocks with their numbers etched in multiples of ten mocked his weak muscles.
The trio of weight lifters glanced in his direction, their voices quieter and indecipherable as they exchanged a few words. Two laughed, and then the third punched them both, refocusing their attention on their workout.
Tyler’s cheeks warmed, and he gritted his teeth. Tyler considered changing the pin again, but thanks to the muscle heads in the corner, he felt plenty self-conscious already.
Across the room a treadmill stopped. Tyler had been so intimidated by the lifters casually tossing around metal weighing as much as he did, he hadn’t noticed the noise of the treadmill’s motor until it fell silent. Tyler glanced up. His mouth fell open when he recognized the runner he’d been drooling over in the elevator yesterday. He made sweatpants and a T-shirt look damn sexy. Sun-speckled auburn hair trimmed military short did little to keep sweat from dripping down the sides of his face. His tee clung to cut muscles along broad chest and shoulders but stopped short of his narrow waist. He threw his head back, drinking deeply from a plastic sports bottle. Tyler watched his throat bob with each swallow until the man lowered his drink and looked straight at him.
Snapping his mouth shut and swallowing the lust in his throat, Tyler looked away. He licked his lips. Eyes glued to his sneakers, Tyler squeezed the pads together. The stack climbed a shaky half inch and then slipped from his control, slamming down to its mates.
“Can I help?”
Tyler flinched at the voice. Not at the sound -- he could listen to that rich, friendly voice caress his ears all afternoon -- but the proximity startled him. He glanced up into soft brown eyes, suddenly so much closer and looking right at him, and then quickly dropped his gaze, stuttering as his mind raced faster than his tongue could spit out the words.
“If you raise your seat a couple of notches,” the runner said, “you’ll have better leverage.”
Tyler lifted his gaze upward, inch by inch, crawling up the powerful, muscular legs of a long-distance runner; narrow hips and a waist that didn’t see much junk food; chest muscles under a sticky, wet shirt looking like a plastic toy in their hardened perfection; large hands drying themselves on a white towel; and that jaw, square and stubbled enough to tickle the stomach or thighs when at play.
Oh God, you can leverage me anytime you want.“W-what?” Tyler pictured the man as he’d seen him in the elevator yesterday -- shirtless. He stole Tyler’s voice in just the same way today.
“Let me show you.” The man waved Tyler away from the machine. Tyler dutifully bowed to the authoritative air of the handsome stranger, waiting patiently to one side as he tugged on the seat, lifting it upward until it clicked into the next position. “Try that.”
Tyler sat as directed. When he pressed against the pads, the weights moved upward. His chest and arms objected, but under the close study of the eye candy smiling down at him, Tyler pushed through, bringing the pads together and then releasing them slowly, determined to keep the stack from slamming down to finish.
“Yeah, thanks,” Tyler said. Then, after a deep breath, he steadied his voice and met the man’s bold stare. “But I want to make sure I’m lifting enough to build muscle.”Like yours.
“That’s why most people come here.” The eye candy grinned, and --was that a wink?“You’ll do better with the right form. Hey, I’m just about done. You want me to show you some of my favorites?”
Tyler swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “Sure,” he said with an exhale. “I mean, if you’re not busy.”
When the man threw out his hand and introduced himself, Tyler corralled the dirty thoughts. “I’m Cody Dawson,” the man said. Cody laughed and then dried his hands on his towel. “Sorry, I get into my run. I forget I sweat up a storm by the time I’m done.”
“N-no. No, it’s fine. I’m…”Not used to sexy men talking to me? Yeah, sure, freak him out before you can feel out his intentions.
“You’re new here?”
“Yes. For the summer.”
Tyler shook his head. “Break from school. Senior. In college,” he added quickly. He hated looking younger than his years, and then hated himself more for feeling like he had to clarify that he wasn’t a kid. “I’m Tyler. I live on the third floor.”My name is Luka. I live on the… Oh suave, Tyler.
They shook. Tyler pictured Cody’s hand on his body, squeezing, caressing. When Cody pulled his hand away, Tyler dismissed the fantasy and spoke up. “You look like you’re here a lot.”
“Three times a week. More if the weather is crap.” Cody gestured at the machine to Tyler’s right. “Try this one. It’s great for the back and shoulders.”
Cody walked Tyler through several exercises, working in his sets with additional weight. Cody seemed to understand when Tyler had enough, even as Tyler wondered if he’d have to surrender before Cody finished.
Cody stretched his arms over his head and then bent for his toes. “Stretch it out,” Cody said when he caught Tyler watching. Tyler glanced around at the other machines feigning interest in anything to avoid getting busted staring at the handsome hunk with sweaty muscles and an easy smile.
“I could do a few more.” Tyler sneaked a glance at Cody’s ass when he dropped into a lunge.
“You’ll be sore in the morning as it is.” Cody’s eyes sparkled with his smile.
Tyler mimicked the stretching routine, his mind drifting to Cody’s last words. He could’ve been flirting, though Tyler knew sore muscles were an inevitable result.Just a harmless daydream. Nothing wrong with pretending Cody could be interested.
“Since you’re new here,” Cody said, breaking into the fantasy, “I could show you some of the good places to eat. There are at least three fried-food shacks and one ice-cream stand you need to completely avoid unless you like to risk food poisoning.”
“Really? Yeah, sure. I could use some company.” Even a friend, hopefully more, he thought, damping down his grin.
“Great! I’m in 8-13 when you’re done with your cardio.”
“Cardio? Oh, yes, I suppose I should do that.” Tyler eyed the line of treadmills. He could picture being flung off of one in an attempt to feel like he belonged there.
“Don’t let me stop you,” Cody said. “I’ll show you how they work. They’re a bit different than most places. Every new person in the building swears at them the first week.”
Torn between following through with his plan to get in shape and wanting to hit fast forward on the morning to have lunch with Cody, Tyler reluctantly followed him to an elliptical machine.
“It’s a touch screen, but it’s not very sensitive,” Cody said. “Once you start a program here.” He tapped the screen. “You can use these levers to increase and decrease resistance and incline.” Cody fingered the controls and then turned to face Tyler. “Your call, though. However you want.”
I want you. Just don’t back out on lunch.
“Tyler?” Cody asked.
Tyler nodded. “Sorry, spacing out. I’m still, uh, developing my workout ideas. I hadn’t given much thought to these things.” He gingerly stepped up onto the machine Cody had chosen. It looked more dangerous than the treadmill with its moving hand bars swinging back and forth as he put weight on the treads.
“You’re in luck. I’m a certified trainer.”
“Oh.” Tyler licked his lips. He studied the machine to avoid looking at what he really wanted to. “I don’t… I mean, I haven’t…”
Cody laughed. “I’m not going to charge you. I offered to help, remember?”
Exhaling tension with his breath, Tyler broke a small smile. “Yeah, that.”
“Try this for about twenty minutes.” He patted the console.
Tyler shifted his feet on the oversize platforms, swaying as they moved. He kept his balance by clinging to the heart rate bars. Cody tapped on the screen until it flashed READY.
“Watch the display. It’ll tell you if you need to go faster or slower and when you’re done.”
“Okay,” Tyler said, though his tone said it was anything but okay. He pushed with his feet and pulled with his arms. Slowly the machine started, and the display mocked his speed.
PEDAL QUICKER FOR OPTIMUM HEART RATE.
“Yeah.” Tyler tore his eyes off of the display to look at Cody. “I got it.”
“Great. Drop by after you’re done, and we’ll grab some lunch.”
Tyler stared after him as Cody walked out. He nearly fell off of the machine when he lost sight of his tight, round ass as the door swung shut behind him.
A long time ago when the movie Philadelphia was being filmed someone asked Tom Hanks what it was like to kiss Antonio Banderas. The charming Hanks replied that now he knew what it felt like to be the envy of all the women and half the men in the world. Sigh. Watching two men kiss is a huge treat for more women (and men) than will probably admit it. And to celebrate the releases of my new M/M novels The Scientist and the Supermodel and Volley Balls which have some pretty yummy kisses in them, I want to share the pleasure of boys kissing boys.
Let’s plunge right in. I adore androgynous men – not everyone’s taste I know –but that makes me a big fan of the adorable Adam Lambert who has single-handedly upped the male/male kissing quotient of the world by a big percentage. This picture is from his world tour where every night he kissed his lead guitarist, Tommy, reported to be straight but obviously unprotesting, much to the delight of his audiences.
The popular television series Torchwood features some beautiful and touching gay love scenes involving the hero played by John Barrowman. I don’t know the storyline but I sure do love these scenes.
I’ve always been a big fan of the brilliant actor, Daniel Day Lewis. Have you ever seen the film he made early in his career called My Beautiful Laundrette? Even today, the scenes of Day Lewis as a gay street punk in love with a Pakistani boy hold up as models of truly steamy gay sex on film – and some lovely kissing.
And now to offer something for everyone. Do you like your boys young and pretty?
Passionate and sweaty?
Or very, very wet?
Aren’t you glad you came by the blog today? I'm glad you did. : )
Hi everyone -- This is a FIRST for the blog. My friend, Louisa Bacio, fellow Libran and RWA cohort, is bringing some hot girll/girl action with her new book, Sex University:All Girl's Academy. You can win a copy of this yummy book if your comment is selected so be sure to read down and see what Louisa wants you to comment about.
A flash of leg. A well-muscled calve. The graceful nape of the neck. The slight curvature of a breast. When it comes to those sensual parts on a man or woman’s body, what’s your favorite image?
My appreciation for the human figure has evolved over time. In high school, I could look at a guy and think, “he’s cute.” Now, I can get lost in the shape of the muscles on a body builder’s arms, or the flexing muscle of a dancer’s derrière. As they say, there’s beauty in motion.
When it comes to capturing these glimpses of the mind in words, there are a couple of stages. First there’s looking, then there’s touching, and then maybe if one’s lucky … there will be added in some sucking and licking – all those wondrous “ing” actions.
Now Tara, here, knows something about introducing the body. A few months ago, I was lucky enough to win a copy of her threesome Genetic Attraction, and let me tell you –delicious! Hopefully, she won’t mind if I give just a little glimpse:
Jake had taken off his leather jacket, leaving him in a soft, gray, tissue-thin sweater that hugged his beautiful lean torso.He pushed the sleeve up and she tried not to stare at those corded golden forearms. The soft material of the sweater was almost as beautiful as his skin. (Genetic Attraction)
My most recent novel is a F/F erotic contemporary, so the admiration of the bodies brought up a different appreciation. Here’s the first real glimpse of Savannah:
The blond woman sitting in front of her made Margaret think of Jenny all over again. She thought about what it would be like to lift her silky-looking hair, and place a kiss right there on the back curve of her neck. (Sex University: All-Girls Academy)
Hmmm … talking about this topic has made me want to go do some people watching. How about you?
Thanks so much to Tara for hosting me today. It’s funny how life works. I first met Tara online through social media and various writing groups, and since then we’ve become friends in person through our local RWA chapter. Now in October, which I recently found out is our mutual birthday month (Go Libras!), we’ll be headed to the GayRomLit Retreat in New Orleans. Can’t wait to do some Big Easy celebrating with Ms. Lain!
Sex University: All-Girls Academy
Raised by an over-controlling and manipulative father, Savannah “Van” Morgan flees the East Coast for the West, seeking sanctuary with her Aunt Lucy, headmistress of San Francisco Sex University. Rather than staying at the main campus, Van enrolls in SFSU’s more nurturing “sister” school, the All-Girls Academy.
After visiting the main campus of SFSU, Margaret “Maggie” O’Neil hangs up her police badge in search of new experiences and hoping to awaken her own dormant sexuality.
With subject matters such as an “Art Sex-education” class with an Italian visiting professor who’s more than happy to schedule private tutoring after-hours, the All-Girls Academy invites all sorts of sexual exploration. In the end, Van and Maggie will either fall victim to the pressures of society, or come together to save each other.
One of the questions interviewers ask authors is "are your characters anything like you?" The answer, of course, is yes. We can't write a book without revealing something of who we are through the people in the book. Just knowing our characters will tell you lots about their collaborator/discoverer (they all exist. I just find them!LOL). Here are a few of my characters and what they ultimately reveal about me:
Dr. Emmaline Silvay – My first creation, the central point-of-view character in Genetic Attraction, my first book. Raised by a counterculture, hippie mom in communes, Em is a brilliant and renowned geneticist who adores her career but maintains that streak of the unconventional. In the seven books I have written so far, Em is my only female central protagonist.
Roan Black – The “supermodel” of The Scientist and the Supermodel, Roan will, I suspect, remain one of my all-time favorite heroes for years to come.Almost mythologically beautiful, he is wildly successful as a model and entrepreneur despite having run away from his Midwestern home and school at 16 to escape his father’s beatings. He is wise, sensitive, loving and desires nothing more than to have love and family of his own.
David Underwood – The hero of Volley Balls, my new release from Etopia Press, David is the very gay owner of an art gallery in popular Laguna Beach, California. David poses nude in the summer art pageant as the statue of David by Michelangelo. Though very effeminate in style and manner, David is powerful, independent and fierce in standing up for what he believes.
Daniel Terrebone – One of my M/M/M ménage in the upcoming romantic suspense, Golden Dancer (releasing September 27), Daniel is a man of mystery, a billionaire art collector who may or may not have stolen a priceless statue called the Golden Dancer. Though young, he has a full head of silver hair and eyes so dark blue they appear black. He is an interesting combination of ruthless and vulnerable.
Caleb Martin – A young professional soccer player on the brink of stardom, Cal, the central character in Deceptive Attraction, has doubts about his desire to live his life as a professional athlete. Big, hunky and intelligent, he has an abiding desire to help people. Deceptive Attraction is the sequel to Genetic Attraction.
So now you know, I’m a dedicated career woman with a bit of the counter-culture; I love people who are both gentle and wise. I’m passionate about diversity and allowing people to be who they are. I adore art and entrepreneurship and believe in finding what you love to do and doing it no matter what anyone else says.
Tell me a little about you. And thank you for visiting the blog. : )
I'm delighted to welcome friend, Lex Valentine, to the blog. Lex writes steamy, complex, exciting tales of darkness and light. But better yet, i'll let her tell you about them. Enjoy a trip through Lex's world and don't forget to comment because Lex is giving some lucky reader a choice of books! Read on to learn more. Here's Lex:
Thanks for the opportunity to guest blog for you, Tara! For those of you who may not know me, I’m Lex Valentine, purveyor of sex stories! Well, not quite but close. *wink* I write erotic romance across genres from contemporary to paranormal to historical and across gender from M/F to ménage to M/M.My series Tales of the Darkworld began in 2008 with my first contract ever and it’s been going strong ever since. I’m currently at work on Book 7 which is a sort of twisted sequel to Fire Season, Book 3.
People often ask me where I get my inspiration from and honestly, it’s just about anything. Last week I was sitting in a Mexican restaurant waiting for my to go order and outside on the sidewalk I saw a man in his twenties bend over to pick up something. The fluid lines of his muscular legs and buttocks gave me ideas. Not those ideas! Well, not exactly anyway!
I did think about how a gay man might admire the same things I was admiring. How he might sit in the same seat I sat in and stare at the same young man with a mixture of admiration, lust, and guilt. In his mind, he might undress the man and touch his rough silk skin. He might imagine just how far the man would let him go. Would he jerk away in revulsion or would his skin ripple as his nerve endings registered pleasure?
My life might suck in any number of arenas but when it comes to writing and doing cover art, my job is the best! I get to look at images of hotties and let them inspire me to write or to use them in a piece of art. There’s nothing better than spending a day ogling hard male flesh. And you can take that any way you want! LOL
When people ask if my heroes Holden and Garret from Fire Season were inspired by any real models or celebs, I answer no. They weren’t. Most of my heroes aren’t inspired by the looks of real people. My characters truly are characters, multi-faceted with a lot more going for them than a hard body and a handsome face.In my latest release (which is het) my hero is mysterious. He’s golden haired with a hint of red fire and is a vampire with royal blood. He’s a little dark in personality despite not being dark in looks.
Those who read Breathe Me In wanted to know more about Aiden.I wanted to know more about Aiden. And he wasn’t about to let me go either. He had something to say, something he needed to impress upon me. The first thing was that he wasn’t gay. *sigh* A lot of readers asked for that but I couldn’t give them what Aiden couldn’t be. He refused to be gay, unlike Corey Green who refused to be anything else.
The second thing Aiden had for me was a look into the world of the Acerbians (the vampire race.) I’d not delved too much into the vampires in previous Tales books and Aiden thought it was about time that I did. He wanted to give the dragons a run for their money and he did so by being royal blooded, a prince of the night whose golden looks were at odds with his dark nature.
And finally, the last thing Aiden had to say was…more. He wanted more face time. More story. More sex. More of everything. He had a story busting out of him. A tale of adventure and finding inner peace. A tale of love and the struggle for acceptance. Isn’t that what we all do? Struggle for acceptance in some form or other? Aiden and his mate Cadence have a rough road ahead when I get to their book (Quintessence Book 7.5), but like you and me, they just put one foot in front of the other and overcome. And they get a HEA because ALL my books get a HEA. Even the Encounters series hints at them. I don’t do anything else. Sex and romance go together like chocolate and peanut butter and Reese’s is my favorite candy! ;)
Now, for you M/M fans, I have some of that too. Coming soon in print is Tales of the Darkworld Volume Two which features Breath Me In and Sunstroked together. Both are hot M/M stories featuring some of the hottest guys in the Darkworld.
Before I go I want to leave you with a taste of Breath Me In. Let me know in comments what you think of it and one lucky commenter will win a copy of either Breathe Me In, Sunstroked or Encounters: Blood Play.
I’d like to thank Tara again for having me on her blog and introducing me to her readers. Wishing you all an awesome Friday!
Breathe Me In excerpt:
Dark lashes flicked up and the beauty of Wilson North blazed through Garrick’s very soul when their eyes met this time. The lure of such angelic masculinity proved too much for him and he found himself pushing off from the marble crypt. He glided toward the bench where Will sat, his sole thought to lose himself in the salvation those dark eyes promised.
A visible shiver went through Will as Garrick stopped before him. Holding out his hand, Garrick silently prayed to the gods that Will would just take it and question things later. At the moment, all Garrick wanted was to touch Will, hold him and love him. Problems and logistics and the real world and all its damned obligations could come into play and be solved—or not—later. For just this moment in time, Garrick wanted to hold Will and breathe him in and know that they belonged to one another.
With eyes blazing, Will slipped his hand into Garrick’s, and they both drew in a breath as a metaphysical crackle of electricity arced between them. Then with a slow, fluid motion like that of wings unfurling, Will came to his feet. Garrick noted the slight wince the vampire gave as his weight settled onto both legs. He sensed rather than saw the pain lancing through Will’s body despite the natural grace of his movements. And he wished with every bit of his theurgic strength that he could heal his mate’s injuries despite the sure knowledge that Will had received the best healing possible after his accident. Helplessness never sat well within Garrick and with this man it spurred his natural possessiveness.
“Your name sounds familiar but if I’d met you before, I would have remembered,” Will said in a low voice. “You’re unbelievably hot.”
Garrick smiled at his soon-to-be lover. “You look like a Botticelli angel,” he replied, knowing that his words would give away the depth to which Will already affected him.
“Me?” Will’s brows winged up in surprise.
“Yes, you.” Garrick used the hand he still held to pull Will closer.
The heat of the vampire’s body registered briefly in his mind as he swept the man against his chest. The strange zing he’d experienced when Will took his hand became magnified a hundredfold as their bodies touched from chest to knee. Will sucked in a harsh breath and Garrick used the moment to reach up and cradle his mate’s dark head in his free hand.
They were nearly the same height but Garrick had a slight inch on Will. Still, their mouths were so close together, they already shared breaths. Garrick knew in the marrow of his bones that soon they would share more. That knowledge drove him to take the mouth of his mate with soft urgency, asking for Will’s capitulation rather than demanding as most Alphas would. At first, the firm lips beneath his own held a touch of Alpha resistance at being taken, but the instant he touched the tip of his tongue to that cool flesh, the man in his arms moaned and became his.
Lips parted, both his own and Will’s. They both sighed, breaths mingling as their hearts thudded in tandem, and they slowly, with absolute irrevocability, breathed each other in. The slightly muddied thoughts Garrick had gotten from Will only moments before shifted to an ice sharp clarity that stabbed his psyche, piercing it with the revelation that he would never be the same again. He belonged to Will. Will belonged to him. They were one whether they completed their mating or not. Destiny could be ignored, but never denied.
The kiss took on a familiarity that spoke of past lives together—if one believed in the reincarnation of souls—and a rightness that settled into Garrick’s head as firmly as Will’s thoughts did. Fear licked him as his tongue traced the edge of Will’s teeth. He understood that Will heard his thoughts now as clearly as he heard Will’s. Their bond ensured neither of them would ever be alone again and the loss of privacy morphed momentarily into a panic driven by the sense that he’d lost himself. But it dissolved almost as quickly as it had come when his tongue twined with the heated roughness of Will’s.
Tasting Will had all the qualities of sipping the finest Cabernet Sauvignon. Will’s flavor burst onto Garrick’s tongue in the same way that the wine’s tannins did, the tartness providing an edge of danger to the elegance. Firm muscles rippled beneath Garrick’s wandering free hand, reinforcing the notion that for all his sophistication, the man in his arms had more depth than a simple clothes horse. Will’s hands closed on Garrick’s buttocks and the Magia had no idea whose hips moved first, but the seductive brush of cloth covered erections made it obvious that it didn’t matter. They were equally aroused.
Tara Lain never met a beautiful boy she didn’t love – at least on paper. A writer of erotic romance, mostly ménage and male/male, Tara loves all her characters, but especially her handsome heroes. A lifelong writer of serious non-fiction, Tara only fell in love with EROM in 2009 and, through perserverance and lots of workshops, had the first novel she ever wrote accepted for publication in 2010. After an exotic life of travel all over the world and work in television, education and advertising, Tara settled in Southern California with her soul-mate husband and opened her own small marketing business. She paints, collages, and started practicing yoga “way before it was fashionable”. Passionate about diversity, justice, inclusion and new ideas she says on her tombstone it will read, “Yes”.