Hi everyone--
I'm so sorry you will miss meeting author Rachael Leigh today, however she had a family emergency that is taking her away from her blog tour this week. We wish her well and hope to see her here soon.
Sooo, how about a little
Deceptive Attraction! This is my brand new book coming out on November 1 from Loose Id. It's the third book in the
Genetic Attraction series although you can read it first if you want to. Here's a blurb and an excerpt. (Hint: There is also an excerpt posted at
Beautiful Boys Books, so if you read them both you'll have a great grasp on the book!) Copies of the new book will be given away at all kinds of events starting this weekend. Check Beautiful Boys Books for the schedule as well as the Events section of my
Website
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.
She’d talked him into it.
Walking toward the Blade gay bar,
Angel bobbed ahead of him, apparently oblivious to the cold, and bouncing with
enthusiasm. He had to admit she looked seriously cute. Actually the word was hot,
but he wasn’t going there.
She’d traded the baggies for a
trim pair of skinny jeans. It was a testament to her boyishness that she still
didn’t look feminine, despite the way the denim hugged her hips. She’d worn a
slightly baggy T-shirt, and what breasts she had were squashed under some kind
of camisole thing she’d revealed while they were in the kitchen by pulling her
T-shirt up to her face. Over it all, she wore a trim leather jacket that was
definitely unisex. And it was green, kind of a yellowy green color. Really
pretty with her hair and creamy skin, but not too girlie for a fashionable gay
guy to pick. She topped -- or maybe bottomed -- off the whole outfit with cool
Converse sneakers. A perfect little twink.
What about her voice? Would guys
immediately know she wasn’t a boy? He hadn’t. Lots of young guys had higher
voices, and so did lots of gay guys. Like Elijah. He winced and shied from the
thought. Get a grip, Martin. You’re supposed to be looking for sex, not
worrying about Angel -- or Eli.
She’d gotten to the entrance
first and waited for him. The place was pretty subdued. Just a small sign and a
pleasant country-home exterior. Very Connecticut. But he saw what he expected
was cigarette smoke coming from a driveway at the side of the club. Probably
some outdoor action going on there. She pulled open the door before he could do
it. Yeah, had to remember not to treat her like a girl.
Inside? Not so subdued. A live
band was playing pop music fronted by a girl with a gravelly, sexy voice.
Interesting. There was a bar along the wall, not quite as big as the one at the
Flamingo, but a much bigger dance floor. Male couples and a few female pairs
filled the floor, hugging tight, but with no overt grinding. Good. For Angel,
at least.
A man who looked like he’d be
more at home in a political campaign than a gay bar stood behind a small
reception podium. He surveyed the two of them and pointed a finger toward
Angel. “Is he old enough?”
Oh shit. He hadn’t thought about
the carding thing.
Angel laughed. “Sure. See.” She
held out a license. Had she been holding it all along? Fortunately the host
glanced but didn’t take it. Somewhere on that card, probably under Angel’s
finger, was an incriminating F for female. The host looked Angel up and
down. “You’re a pretty boy.” He nodded at Cal. “This your boyfriend?”
She smiled. “Just a friend.”
The preppy guy leaned toward her.
“Look me up before you leave.”
“Thanks. But I’m just here to
dance.”
“I like to dance. Maybe when I
get off at two?”
Cal grabbed her arm. “C’mon,
Angel.”
She looked back at the host as
Cal dragged her away. “Thanks. That’s past my bedtime.”
He gave her arm a little jerk.
“What was that all about?”
“Just making friends.”
He hauled her toward a small
table that was opening up as two men, clearly intent on things that topped
Cal’s priority list, moved toward the entrance.
Angel wouldn’t be hauled. As they
passed the dance floor, she just started bobbing and weaving. Cal couldn’t hold
her, and she slipped onto the floor by herself. In seconds two guys had split
their couple and were dancing around her. She threw her head back and laughed,
tight butt wriggling.
Cal hurried to grab the table,
sat, and looked back. He could just make her out in the middle of the moving
crowd.
Okay, time to do some serious
scoping. He turned in his chair so he could survey the men at the tables and
the bar. A few were alone. A couple of nice-looking men. His come-hither look
was a bit rusty. Maybe if he just looked available.
A harried waiter leaned in to the
table, and Cal ordered a beer. What did Angel want? Hell, make it two beers.
The beer arrived pretty quickly,
although Cal couldn’t figure how the waiter moved that fast in the crowd. He
took a sip. How does an available man look? Alone. Yeah, that’s what he
was.
He saw an attractive blond over
at the bar, looking at him. Hmm. Likely candidate. But the blond hair wasn’t
curly, and he bet those eyes weren’t gold. He glanced again toward the dance
floor. That sure was one cute butt.
*
* * * *
Oh merde, when was the last time
she’d had this much fun? Angel circled the two dancers who were partnering her.
Both cute. Thought she was a boy, obviously, because they were flirting like
mad. They must not be a couple. But at the moment, it was all about the
dancing.
She looked over toward the table.
Oh. Yeah, well Caleb had found himself some really attractive company. They
were sitting together, heads close, sipping beer. She wanted to be happy for
him. She’d try. But this was one gay guy she wished wasn’t. First, gorgeous.
Way prettier than he realized. Tall and lean, with that wild, brown and blond
mixed hair that looked like he spent his life in the sun. And the clear blue
eyes that crinkled at the edges when he smiled. Plus, he was nice and smart and
fun despite the fact that she’d pretty much wrecked his vacation. Oh well. She
did a spin, and one of the men grabbed her hand and circled her just as the
song ended.
She fell back a couple of steps.
Bam, solid wall. Warm wall. Hands grabbed her shoulders. She looked up into
black eyes that shone with naughty intent.
The dancer smiled, revealing a
row of even, white teeth. Yeah, the better to eat you with. “Hi,
pretty.”
“Hi.”
“I’m Carlos. You want to dance
with me?” His voice danced with a smooth Latino accent.
The music had changed to slow and
sultry. Hmm. Maybe not such a good idea. “Okay.”
She slipped into his arms. He was
tallish, maybe five-eleven, and the hair was as black as the eyes. Pret-ty.
“I’m Angel.”
He cocked his head. “Angel?” He
pronounced it “Ahn-hel,” in the Spanish fashion.
“Yeah, I guess. But it’s
Americanized.” She neglected to mention that it was short for Angelica.
He pulled her in close. Okay,
need to keep a little distance here. It felt nice to be close to a man,
even if he was gay. She’d broken up with Mitchell months ago, and her crazy
schedule made a social life -- read sex life -- pretty sparse.
She felt soft lips against her
ear. “You really are a pretty one.”
“Thanks.” She gulped a little.
This guy was so sexy. She wasn’t used to such overt sensuality.
He pulled her a little tighter,
and she could feel his stiff erection pressing on her abdomen. Again, she tried
to pull away without being insulting, but she was about to get outed, and not
in a good way.
His lips were on her ear again.
“Don’t worry, Ahn-hel. I know your secret, and it’s safe with me.”
She pulled back. What the --
He smiled at her with those teeth
again. “I know you’re a girl, pretty, and I like it just fine.”
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