OMG! I Won Best Author of 2011. Sharing the Wealth.

Okay, i'm in hog heaven. Today i won Best Author of 2011 in the LRC Awards and my Genetic Attraction Series -- The Scientist and the Supermodel, Genetic Attraction, and Deceptive Attraction -- won runner-up in Best Series of 2011! This is all so cool and unbelievable, i want to share the wealth. Want to WIN a copy of your choice of one book from the Series? Here's what you do.

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This contest will be over this weekend because Fire Balls is COMING!!! And i have more great guests. But heck, a girl doesn't win something like this every day. 

To further entice you, here is an excerpt from Deceptive Attraction, book 3 in the series.Be warned. The excerpt is adult, but then, so are the books. Thanks so much for visiting!  :  )

Excerpt R: Deceptive Attraction by Tara Lain; M/M/F Contemporary

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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.

Cal ran for the motel lobby. As he opened the door, he glanced down. Shoot. He pulled his coat closed over his hard-on. The owner remembered him and wanted to chat about soccer. Cal didn’t want to be rude. The guy was so nice. Cal answered a few questions and then hurried back to the parking lot. Eli leaned against his bike, long legs stretched out, those amazing curls falling in front of his face. Man, what a picture. As Cal approached, the pretty boy looked up and smiled. Wow. Cal stopped short and stared.

“C’mon, I’m dying here.”

Cal covered the space between them in a few long strides, grabbed the smaller man, and pulled him off his feet. Yeah. He got just the reaction he wanted. Eli wrapped those lean thighs around Cal’s hungry body. He reached between them and moved his coat aside. Dream-come-true time. Eli’s hard rod pressed tight against his. Oh God, oh God. Eli wrapped his arms tight around Cal’s neck and pumped his body so their erections rubbed like fire sticks. Heat seared through Cal. Coming in his jeans like a teenager would be damned embarrassing. “Jesus.”

“Walk, or I’m going to fuck you here.”

What? Who was fucking? Hell, who cared as long as it was somebody. He could barely breathe, much less walk. Holding his precious burden tight, he half humped, half stumbled to the designated room on the lower floor. As he tried to maneuver the key card from his pocket, Eli leaned in and licked his neck. Holy crap. He fell against the wall. Had to stay on his feet somehow. With one hand, he pushed open the door and lurched inside, flipping on the light.

Just your regular motel room. Bright orange and brown bedspread on a queen-size bed. That was the part Cal cared about. He kicked the door closed, pulled the curtains shut with one hand, and struggled with his beautiful burden to the bed, where he dumped Eli on his back. Jesus, what a sight. Black leather jacket and baby-doll curls. Cal crashed straight down on top of him. God, it was great fucking men. The guy was smaller than Cal but strong as hell. Cal knew his 210 pounds wouldn’t crush him. He closed his mouth over those pouty pink lips.

Eli’s tongue instantly pressed into Cal’s mouth, caressing his tongue top and bottom. He kissed like he wanted to suck Cal’s soul through his mouth. The guy’s busy hands pulled at Cal’s big peacoat and shoved it off his shoulders. Still kissing, Cal completed the job. Crap, he had to get Eli’s clothes off. He pulled at Eli’s jacket, but some law of physics was clearly fighting him. Two-ten on top did not an easy exit make. Eli pulled back from the kiss. “Not much chance of getting my clothes off this way. What say we both strip and watch? Sound good?”

Sounded perfect. Cal sat up on the edge of the bed and toed off his shoes. Eli sprang up to standing. Cal started to pull off his shirt and froze. Wow. Eli’s jacket was off, and now he was pulling the blue T-shirt over his head. Inch by inch, a lean, hard chest as smooth as a baby’s butt came into view. Cal’s mouth watered. He wanted to lick him all over.

As the curly head emerged, Eli cocked his head. “Your turn.”

Cal just stared. The guy was beautiful, but there was something else. Like he had more life in him than other people.

“C’mon, baby. Let me see.”

Had to get his clothes off. He pulled his long-sleeved sweater over his head, hurrying so he didn’t have to stop looking at Eli for more than a second.

Eli’s lips pursed in a silent ooooh. Shit, Cal would kill for that reaction. “You next.”

Eli leaned over and started pulling off his motorcycle boots. The contrast between the tough boots and the girlie man made Cal smile. He whispered through a dry mouth, “I want more.”

Eli kicked the second boot off and looked up. “Do you?” He put his hands on his belt. “Want some of this?”

“Oh yeah.”

Eli stood up beside the bed. With agonizing slowness, the man unfastened the belt and began to unbutton the fly of his jeans. OMG, no fabric underneath. Commando. Jeeeezus. Soft, curling, golden hair showed behind the fly as he began to lower the jeans. Whoa. He was torn. He didn’t want to miss an inch of that beautifully taut body, but his eyes were riveted to the gap in the denim. At last, the prize. A long pink cock, thicker than Cal would have guessed on the slender man, popped from the jeans and slapped against the hard belly. He moaned. Mouthwatering. Nothing girlie about the dick.

“You like?”

“Shit, yes.”

“Let me see what I get.”

Still staring at that gem of a cock, Cal stood, unfastened his jeans, and pulled, dragging his boxer briefs down at the same time. Not as burlesque as Eli had been, but he got the job done. He knew his cock could be intimidating but figured Eli was not going to run.

A soft laugh made him look from Eli’s cock to his face. The man gazed at Cal’s crotch. “Well, that’s certainly more than a mouthful. Good thing I have a really long tongue.” He stuck it out for a second, then began to walk toward Cal, penis bobbing. “Let’s put it to work, shall we?”

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