Angels and Demons and Kindles! Oh My!

Hi! Welcome to the Angels and Demons Blog Hop. I'm Tara Lain and i'm neither one. But i do write the Beautiful Boys of Romance-- erotic romances both MM and MMF with delicious heroes who love to surprise you! As you may know, this Hop has FANTASTIC Prizes. Here's what you can win as a grand prize:

• A Kindle Touch
• A $60 Amazon or Barnes & Noble Gift Card

Coool beans. And there are over 100 authors participating and, you guessed it, you have a chance at over 100 prizes.

Not to disappoint, here is what you can win on this blog:

• A $5 Amazon GC
• A choice of any book from my backlist (choose your own Beautiful Boy--pick him out here http://www.taralain.com)
• If you live in the US, a Spell Cat or Fire Balls T-shirt

How can you win these prizes?

• Leave a comment. Angels or Demons? You pick
• Leave your EMAIL!
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• If you are a fan, you could Fan me on Goodreads.

Now as for the angels or demons question. Hmmm. I guess from a reader's point of view, it's tough to beat a good demon. I've never written an angel or a demon story. Even my human characters aren't all bad or all good. But i have written a pretty fun witch. In my book, Spell Cat, i got to write a gay witch who has to marry a female witch in order to perpetuate his race. He is not happy about it. I'm writing the sequel to Spell Cat right now and hope to have it ready in time for a release in the fall. 

Here's a little nibble from Spell Cat, just for a little demony fun.

When Killian Barth, history professor, meets Blaine Genneau, quantum physicist, they ignite their own big bang. But sadly, Killian walks away because he doesn’t do physics professors. In fact, he doesn’t do humans; Killian is the most powerful male witch in 10 generations and, though gay, he’s expected to save his declining race by reproducing. Sex with humans depletes his power – or so he’s been taught. Then why can young human, Jimmy Janx, dissolve spoons with a thought? Somebody’s a lying witch. With his powerful cat familiar, Aloysius, on his shoulder, Killian brings the lightning against deceit and greed to save Blaine from danger and prove love is the greatest power of them all.

Blaine stood at the end of the counter a few feet away, staring at Killian.  How long could a witch live with his heart no longer beating?

​Oh gods. He understood. Heat…no, fire! The way he felt this moment dwarfed every emotion he’d had with Moran by a thousand. A million. The chasm between indifference and…passion. His heart beat faster, his breath caught in his chest, and his eyes never wanted to look on another sight, just Blaine. He ought to run, but whether away or straight to Blaine, he wasn’t sure. 

​“Mrwar.”

​Blaine seemed to catch the welcome in that meow. He smiled and took a step closer. “Hi, Al. Good to see you, buddy.”

​Aloysius unwrapped himself from Killian’s neck, made one bound off the tabletop, and launched himself into Blaine’s waiting arms. Oh Powers, would that Killian could do the same! He actually had to hold himself still, or he knew he’d follow the cat. 

​Blaine petted Al as the cat did his imitation of a moving fur coat; purring so loudly that Killian could hear him, even a few feet away. “You seem happy to see me, anyway.” He looked up. “Are you happy to see me, Killian?”

​Killian nodded. Correction, his head nodded. He had no power over it. 

​Blaine moved even closer. “Could I have lunch with you? Talk to you?”

​The head nodded again. 

​The human slipped into the chair beside Killian. Sweet Powers, he smelled so wonderful. ​That sweet and spice together. Killian wanted to turn himself into Aloysius so he could rub all over the man’s body. 

​“This sure is one great cat. Where did you get him?”

​Killian cleared his throat. “Guh, uh, a gift from my mother.”

​Blaine chucked Al under the chin, and the cat let him. “My mother hates cats.” He looked up, and Killian swam in the pools of deep green. “Of course, my mother hates me, so she’s not likely to give me the time of day, much less a pet.” 

​“Surely not?”

​He grinned. “That she hates me? Oh yeah. I keep defying her by choosing to be gay when her preacher has clearly cleansed me of this delusion at least ten times, so she has washed her hands of me.”

​“But you didn’t choose… Oh, you’re joking.” 

​Blaine’s grin faded. “I wish it were a joke. Then a lot of beaten up, confused kids would have parents who loved and understood them.”

​Powers. There were worse things than having a manipulative witch for a mother. “I’m so sorry, Blaine. I didn’t mean it like that.”

Blaine smiled. “I never thought you were making fun. I just have a weird sense of humor sometimes.” 

​And then he did it. He put his hand on Killian’s arm. Such a simple gesture. Flash! Heat blazed in Killian’s head, and hot steel filled his cock. Blaine started and pulled his hand away. Those green eyes widened, and he stared at Killian like he was either the answer to a dream or a cobra, and Blaine wasn’t sure which. “Holy shit!”

​Killian tried to make sense of his brain synapses and grasped at the first thought. “Uh, food, did you want food?”

​Blaine leaned over and whispered in his ear. “I want to eat with you and talk to you and sleep with you and take you home with me. But right now, I want to make love to you so badly I’m having trouble focusing.”

​There was that head nod again. Where the fuck did that come from?

​“Does that mean you want to make love to me too?”

​Killian stared at Blaine, the human physics professor whose simplest touch could drain a witch’s power until his own mother didn’t know him and his people couldn’t benefit from his great sperm and -- and all that dogma. The answer was “yes.” He did want to make love to Blaine. He wanted it more than anything. The evil witch voice piped up in his head. Yep, these humans are tempting. That’s how the witch race got so depleted. He was the strongest male witch in ten generations. That had to be worth something. He had never had a really satisfying relationship with a man, even for a short time. He wanted one. Didn’t he deserve just a little happiness before he gave his life for his people? He’d tried it the right way, the witch-stamp-of-approval way, and nearly got his back broken for his trouble. 

​Blaine was staring at Killian like he was in suspended animation; only the fingertips that scratched Al’s head moved. There. That was it. Blaine had the best possible credentials. Aloysius, who was no dumb cat, was crazy about the human…and so was Killian. Just that simple. He didn’t care if he rotted in witch oblivion, or if he lost some of his fabled power. How much damage could he do in such a little while? “Yes.”

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