Tara Lain

Get Hot with Tara Lain's Fire Balls! Coming Friday Feb 3

2012-01-31T15:43:00.000-08:00

Hi everyone--
A pause in our roster of wonderful guests for a word from our sponsor. LOL. This coming Friday, the new book in my Balls to the Wall Series releases from Etopia Press. In case you haven't heard, it's called Fire Balls. Here is the blurb and an R Rated Excerpt just to get you hot under the collar.

Excerpt:Fire Balls by Tara Lain -- MMContemporary

Available Feb 3 at Etopia Press Amazon B&N ARe and other retailers

Rodney Mansfield is tiny, flamboyant and, oh yeah, ablack belt in karate. He is also one of southern California’s greatest artists.Too bad the work of art he really wants is firefighter, Hunter Fallon. But thegorgeous “straight gay” guy could never want the Runtback of Notre Dame, sowhen Rodney’s handsome, surfer friend, Jerry, develops an unexpected passionfor the beautiful firefighter, Rodney breaks his own heart by helping Jerryland his man. And then Rod makes it worse by embarrassing Hunter when heprotects him from a firehouse bully. Hunter hates gay guys like Rodney –doesn’t he? Then why can’t he get the powerful pipsqueak’s face out of hismind… and cock out of his ass? And why does he risk his job and his life torescue Rod from a burning building? Isn’t it time for him to admit he’s not analpha male after all and that he is the property of the artist?

“Sowhat the hell is a poet doing in the fire department?”

“There’sa lot of poetry in fire.”

“Sure,darling, if you’re staring at a fireplace with a glass of wine!”

Hunterlaughed, which seemed to drain a little of the tension. “I became a firefighterfor my dad. Kind of living his dream because he wasn’t able to. He’s confinedto a wheelchair.”

Interesting.“That’s great for him, but what’s your dream?”

“Makinghim happy, I guess. Not disappointing him.”

The boywas cracked. Rod put his hands on his hips. “Shit, darling, you can’t livesomeone else’s dream.”

Thewords hung in the air.

“I’vegot to try.” Hunter’s words were barely audible.

Rodneydropped his brush in the turp. Somebody had to get through to the man. He tooka step forward. “Tell me what you would do if you didn’t have to think aboutanyone but yourself.”

Huntershook his head slowly.

He tookanother step. “Tell me, dammit.”

Theblue eyes looked startled. “I’d teach. I’d teach literature, maybe in college.”

“There,that wasn’t so hard.”

“Doesn’tchange anything.”

“Likehell it doesn’t. Declaration is a big step in the battle. If you can say it outloud, you can manifest it.” He took another step. “Do you know what my fatherwanted me to be?”

“What?”

“Alawyer. A fucking lawyer, probably so I could keep the bastard out of jail whenhe cheated his customers. He wanted to pay for me to go to fucking Stanford Law.”

“Wow.You turned him down?”

“Do Ilook like a lawyer to you?” He struck his favorite pose à la Marilyn Monroe. “I worked my ass off to put myself through artschool. I waited tables and painted pictures of people’s pets to make extramoney. I even appeared in a drag show one time.”

“Noshit?”

“Youshould hear me sing 'Let Me Entertain You.' But my point is, it’s your life andyou have to live it. You probably don’t get another chance and even if you do,you won’t be conscious of it, so this is it, darling. Get on with it.”

“Yeah,but my dad is different.”

“I’msure he is, and I’m happy for you.” He moved closer. “And you know what myfather mostly wanted me to be?”

“What?I mean you’re a great artist, he must have seen that and wanted that.”

“No,you know what he wanted me to be so much he would have given every dime he hadto make it so?”

Huntershook his head, eyes wide.

“Hewanted me to be not gay.”

Hunterstared. “My dad too.”

Shit.Rod was now at the platform’s edge. “So that’s it. You make up to your dad forbeing gay by putting on this damned hero fireman act when you want to read yourbooks in the sunshine and teach a few kids about immortality. Right?”

Huntershook his head.

“I saidright?” Rod was beside Hunter now. Withinreach. “Say I’m right.” He climbed up the platform’s step. “Your dad doesn’twant you to be gay, so you don’t want to be gay. But there’s not one fuckingthing you can do about it so you compromise the whole rest of your life tryingto make up for the way God made you. Say I’m right.”

Hunter droppeddown onto one elbow. “You’re right.”

“Louder.I can’t hear you.”

“You’reright, dammit.”

Hisknee hit the daybed and in a fast two count his body pressed down onto Hunter’s,his hands grabbing the other man’s head. Holy shit, what was he doing? Mouth tomouth got a whole new meaning. Jesus, he was starving and Hunter Fallon was theonly food.

ForcingHunter’s lips open, Rod’s tongue pressed deep, deeper, and he licked the insideof the sweetest mouth he had ever known. Hunter’s tense body gradually relaxedagainst Rod’s, then began to writhe. Oh shit, Hunter’s hips pressed hardagainst Rodney, who couldn’t miss the steel of that hot cock.

I hope you're inspired. The Fire Balls Blog Tour begins Feb 3. The complete schedule is on my website under Events/Blog Tour Schedule http://www.taralain.com And watch the Book Blog Beautiful Boys Books for daily events in the contest to win a copy of Fire Balls and a $10. Amazon GC. Thank you so much for visiting. I love blog followers in case you want to follow. : )

Jaime Samms Makes Us Better! With a Copy for Someone.

2012-01-29T17:30:00.000-08:00

Hi everyone-- It's my delight to welcome author Jaime Samms. Today, Jaime is bringing us her new release, Better, and one of you gets to win a copy. so be sure and leave a comment WITH your email. You'll be glad you did. : ) Here's Jaime

You hear,every so often, how writing is a solitary activity, and I suppose, when it comesdown to putting the words on the page, the only person responsible for gettingit done is the writer, alone, who’s fingers are on the keyboard (or the pen. Ihear some writers still do that…). But anyone who thinks there is no secondaryor tertiary input, even long before the story reaches an editor, well, theydon’t know.

I can’t remember the last time Iwrote a story I didn’t talk about to at least one other writer friend. Webounce ideas off one another all the time, If not another writer, maybe a partneror a non-writing friend gets to hear about the bumps and blocks along the wayto every masterpiece. Those acknowledgements in the front of the books are notfor nothing.

So what if a writer is extremelyprivate and superstitious and thinks if they talk about a story before it’sdone, they’ll scuttle it? Unless they live alone, never go out and stay offline, I’m pretty sure someone, somewhere, gets to listen to them talk about howthy need to sleep/eat/pee but this story just won’t unshackle them from theirdesk. If they don’t live alone, well…there’s a good chancesomeone else is feeding them and hauling them to bed once in a while.

No story happens in a vacuum. Weneed human contact and experience, we need to feel things and learn things, andwe need to be in the world to know there are stories to write. Every once in awhile, we come across someone, whether they be a life-long friend or someonewho drifts into our lives and out again at just the right time, who make thiswhole gig possible. Those are the people to thank for the stories we writersmanage to pound out. Without them, I promise, it wouldn’t happen.

Better is one of the stories thathappened because a kind man with a lot of encouragement and insight driftedinto my life at the right time. We’ve since drifted our separate ways, for themost part, but I know he’s out there, still writing and still encouraging otherwriters, and I appreciate him immensely for believing in me. Thanks, Paul.

Blurb:After filing charges that put his abusive ex-Dom behind bars, Jesse Turbulrelocates across the country, hoping to escape his past—but, ofcourse, it's never that easy. When Jesse meets third-year law student Aadon atthe library where he works, their mutual attraction is instant andobvious.

Despite thesparks, they just can't seem to make it work. Aadon is mired inguilt over his inability to help his older brother, damaged by events fartoo similar to to Jesse's past. Jesse is stuck in his own desperate wishto forget the painful shadow that continues to threaten him and any hopeof a happy future.

The only way tomove forward is for Jesseto acknowledge he's broken and for Aadon to accept hecan't make him better.

Excerpt: Jessewatched his date for a while, waiting for the blond head to lift. Onlywhen Mike came to the table a few minutes later did Aadon look up.He glanced at Jesse, turned to Mike and placed his order, waited untilJesse had ordered and Mike had left before quietly excusing himself fromthe table.

Jesse waited a long time, muchlonger than it would take for Aadon to use the facilities, beforefollowing him.

The heavy restroom door swungopen on silent hinges, and the peculiar smell of a bathroom trying toohard not to smell like a bathroom engulfed him. Jesse drew in a silentbreath and stepped inside.

Aadon leaned on the counter bythe sinks, his back to the mirror.

“I’m sorry.” Jesse tried to makethe apology light, tried to see into Aadon’s shrouded eyes.

Finally, Aadon looked at him.“Why?”

“I got a little defensive.” Heheld up his hand, finger and thumb an inch apart, sheepish smile on hisface.

Aadon stifled a groan. How couldhe be so fiery one minute, and this…adorable the next and not know how crazy itmade him? He pushed himself off the sink and closed his hand aroundJesse’s fingers, closing the space and kissing the fingertips. “Maybethat’s the point. As long as you feel you have to defend yourself aroundme, I have to be careful.” He closed his eyes, kept his lips pressed tohis warm fingers.

God this was hard. He wasn’tdoing Jesse any good, wanting him this bad, knowing hecouldn’t—shouldn’t—and knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist much longer.He shouldn’t still even be with him. It was too much. He just wasn’t whatJesse needed.

Jesse felt the churning sensationin the pit of his stomach even before Aadon spoke again and yanked hishand free, mouth open, ready to fill the void before Aadon could speak.Before he could say what Jesse knew he was about to say. He was too slow.

Aadon took his face in bothhands, tilting it up and looking into his eyes. “As long as I have to bethat careful, this can’t work.”

“But—”

“Because I don’t want to becareful, Jesse,” Aadon went on, overriding his faint protest, passing athumb over Jesse’s lips and backing him up against a stall.

“Then don’t.” The words warbledout past Jesse’s pulse fluttering in his throat. He swallowed hard. “Don’tbe careful.” Aadon’s toned body pressed his against the cold metal. Therush of fear and excitement mingled, and he knew he’d lost the ability totell which was which. He didn’t know if he cared.

“If I’m not, I could do moredamage than Anthony ever did.” Aadon’s palm caressed his cheek, hisfingers slid into Jesse’s hair, and he kissed; a light strike of his lipsand tongue, there and gone too quickly to capture, but expertly bringing himback down to where he could almost breathe normally.

The rush faded, and Jesse wantedit back.

He gripped the front of Aadon’sshirt, preventing him from moving away. “You’re not anything like Anthony,and I’m not who I was then.” He never would have demanded Anthony answerhis desire like this. Kissing Aadon firmly, not hard or angry, justwithout compromise, Jesse closed his eyes, willed the other man tounderstand. He needed this so desperately. Needed to know he was wanted,desired. Needed to know Aadon could look on him as a man and not a shatteredthing.

A soft groan welled in Aadon’sthroat and spilled out into Jesse’s kiss. It was so good. So sweet, andheld so much conviction. It was, finally, too much to resist. He answeredit, tongue stroke for tongue stroke, slowly

wresting control of the kiss fromJesse as he pinned him between his hard body and the cold metal of thebathroom stall. His big hands cupped Jesse’s head, his body an immovableweight against him, soaking in Jesse’s heat and desire, keeping him stilland contained.

Jesse couldn’t breathe, couldn’tthink, and his fingers tightened to fists in Aadon’s shirt. This wasexactly the kind of mindless surrender he’d always craved. Exactly whatAnthony had never once given him. Because Anthony had never asked for it theway Aadon was doing with his firm, gentle touches and his warm hands,possessive, but not hard or hurtful. Jesse let go of that last bit ofcontrol and felt his head impact the stall wall with a soft thud.His hands relaxed, his body heated and melted to conform with Aadon’s, andhe opened that last little bit to feel Aadon’s tongue sweep in and possesshim.

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

2012-01-26T15:26:00.000-08:00

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.

Leave me a comment here with your email
Follow this blog or tell me if you already do
Go like my Facebook Page or tell me if you already do
This one is not a requirement but if you actually are my Fan, please go become my Fan on Goodreads

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! : )

ExcerptR: Deceptive Attraction by Tara Lain; M/M/F Contemporary

Availablefrom Loose Id Amazonand other retailers

Caleb Martin faces alife crisis -- and he’s pretty embarrassed about it. A talented soccer star, hehas 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 thecloset, maybe for life. Plus, he’ll have to spend his years diving for soccerballs when he’d like to be helping people like the rest of his family. Aone-night stand with a beautiful man rocks Cal, but the guy vanishes only toreappear where Cal is house-sitting. Too much coincidence? And then a cutetomboy throws Cal’s life choices into confusion. How could he wind up with acommitmentphobe and a woman dedicated to her work in Africa? Oh yeah, and thenthere’s a big surprise in a snowstorm. Cosmic joker strikes again.

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

“C’mon, I’m dying here.”

Cal covered the space betweenthem in a few long strides, grabbed the smaller man, and pulled him off hisfeet. Yeah. He got just the reaction he wanted. Eli wrapped those lean thighsaround 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, ohGod. Eli wrapped his arms tight around Cal’s neck and pumped his body so theirerections rubbed like fire sticks. Heat seared through Cal. Coming in his jeanslike a teenager would be damned embarrassing. “Jesus.”

“Walk, or I’m going to fuck youhere.”

What? Who was fucking? Hell, whocared as long as it was somebody. He could barely breathe, much less walk.Holding his precious burden tight, he half humped, half stumbled to thedesignated room on the lower floor. As he tried to maneuver the key card fromhis pocket, Eli leaned in and licked his neck. Holy crap. He fell against thewall. Had to stay on his feet somehow. With one hand, he pushed open the doorand 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 Calcared 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 hisback. Jesus, what a sight. Black leather jacket and baby-doll curls. Calcrashed straight down on top of him. God, it was great fucking men. The guy wassmaller than Cal but strong as hell. Cal knew his 210 pounds wouldn’t crushhim. He closed his mouth over those pouty pink lips.

Eli’s tongue instantly pressedinto Cal’s mouth, caressing his tongue top and bottom. He kissed like he wantedto suck Cal’s soul through his mouth. The guy’s busy hands pulled at Cal’s bigpeacoat 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 lawof 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 thisway. What say we both strip and watch? Sound good?”

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

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

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

“C’mon, baby. Let me see.”

Had to get his clothes off. Hepulled his long-sleeved sweater over his head, hurrying so he didn’t have tostop 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 startedpulling off his motorcycle boots. The contrast between the tough boots and thegirlie man made Cal smile. He whispered through a dry mouth, “I want more.”

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

“Oh yeah.”

Eli stood up beside the bed. Withagonizing slowness, the man unfastened the belt and began to unbutton the flyof 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 tautbody, but his eyes were riveted to the gap in the denim. At last, the prize. Along pink cock, thicker than Cal would have guessed on the slender man, poppedfrom 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 acock, Cal stood, unfastened his jeans, and pulled, dragging his boxer briefsdown at the same time. Not as burlesque as Eli had been, but he got the jobdone. He knew his cock could be intimidating but figured Eli was not going torun.

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

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QMO Honors Golden Dancer with Great Review!

2012-01-25T09:28:00.000-08:00

Hi all--

You may know that Golden Dancer, my MMM romantic suspense, has been tearing up the town with 5 Star reviews! Here is a new and wonderful review from QMO and their reviewer Lena Grey. Click HERE to see the full review.

Here is a delicious quote:
The main characters in 'Golden Dancer' jumped out at me from the pages and had me emotionally invested in them before I even realized it. I loved the way Mac, Daniel and Trelain are tough, yet vulnerable at the same time, especially Daniel Terrebone, who comes across as a wealthy, cool, business man but is also easy going and loving at the same time. It definitely kept things interesting. A ménage is not something I am generally comfortable with, but the way Tara brought these three very different men together and blended their personalities, ambitions, and passions, unequivocally convinced me that the three of them truly belonged together.

It's a deliciously passionate, exciting story full of mystery, intrigue, love, sex, passion, self discovery, and I'd recommend 'Golden Dancer' to everyone who believes that having someone to love is worth overcoming any barrier. Thanks, Tara, for a great read!

If you haven't read Golden Dancer yet, here's an excerpt to whet your whistle:

Excerpt: Golden Dancer by Tara Lain

Available from Loose Id Amazonand other retailers

A reporter and thethief he’s investigating fall for a golden dancer forging a ménage of love andlies that could send one to prison and one to the morgue. Uncovering secretsrequires baring more than just the soul.

The butler carefully locked thedoor behind them while visions of slipping him a sleeping pill and stealing thekey wafted through Mac’s head. Okay, this really wasn’t Mickey Spillane. Theywalked back to the great room, and Mac saw a crowd out on the terrace. Nothuge, maybe thirty or so people. As he got closer, he revised that statement.Thirty or so men.

“Have a good evening, sir.” Thebutler walked back toward the entry.

“Uh, thanks.” Well, what thefuck?

He walked closer to the openterrace doors. Music was playing from a small band, and a number of coupleswere dancing. Male couples. Maybe he should get the hell out of here.

“Mac!”

He looked up to see Trelainslipping through the crowd toward him. The man’s eyes shone, and he wassmiling. When he got to Mac, he grabbed his hand. “I’m so glad you could come.Daniel told me you would, but I truly didn’t believe him.” He looked a littleembarrassed at his own enthusiasm. “It’s just that you left today before Icould say good-bye, and I wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me?”

“Yes, for your brilliant review.Everyone in the company was thrilled with your intelligent comments andinformed praise. I told them about your parents.”

The warmth of Trelain’s hand wentstraight to his balls. Shit. Get a grip. “Glad you like it. It was all true.”

“Come, get a drink.”

Mac let himself be led across theslate terrace to a bar that was obviously popular. When Trelain came up, a fewof the men in line stepped aside, letting the beautiful dancer go first. Hesmiled, but clearly didn’t find the gesture inappropriate. Mac figured he wasused to being spoiled, and who wouldn’t want to spoil him?

When Trelain turned back to him,he had two glasses of champagne in his hands. He handed one to Mac. “I hope youdon’t mind, but I just feel like celebrating.” He clinked his glass with Mac’sand took a sip.

Mac sipped too. “So, what are wecelebrating?”

His eyes glistened. “Oh, I don’tknow. Just the fact that you’re here, I guess.”

Jesus. He felt both flattered andfrightened. He didn’t really want the responsibility for making Trelain happy.Did he?

A warm hand clasped his shoulder,and he looked up into the blue-black eyes.

“Hi, Mac. Really glad you couldmake it.”

He so wanted to hate this man,but the guy was kind of nice, to say nothing of ridiculously handsome. Not thathe cared about that. And nobody ever said a fucking thief couldn’t be handsome.“Thanks.”

Daniel took one arm and Trelainthe other. They walked over to a group of men who were chatting and sipping onthe corner of the patio. His host introduced him to the group and slipped awaywith Trelain. At first Mac felt self-conscious, but the guys turned out to begreat. Pretty quickly, he was embroiled in a discussion of local politics andhow to keep Laguna from going the way of the rest of conservative OrangeCounty. The men were all residents of the city, and they were all gay, but Macfound he was thoroughly enjoying himself. “So why don’t one of you run for CityCouncil?”

The tall blond named Rogerlaughed. “Too much work; sadly I already put in a sixty-hour week at the firm.”He snuggled the cute, geeky-looking man next to him. “My honey doesn’t want mespending any more time away from him.”

His “honey,” the quiet one of thegroup, kissed Roger’s nose but didn’t comment.

Mac felt an arm twine throughhis. He looked down into that beautiful, sculptured face. “Hi.”

“Hi, Mac.” The group became veryquiet at the dancer’s arrival. The turquoise eyes gazed up at him, a littleglassy. Maybe a few champagnes? “Would you dance with me?”

Mac quelled the “hell, no” thattried to escape. This was the guest of honor. He looked up at all the mendancing. He’d be more conspicuous if he said no than if he just gave in. “I’venever danced with a man before.”

He got the soft dimples in thecarved cheeks. “It’s just the same. Come on.”

They walked the few steps ontothe center of the terrace where the dancers were moving to a simple, slow beat.Good. Nothing tricky. Trelain raised his arms as a woman would, and Mac slippedhis around the man.

He immediately learned twothings. First, dancing with a man, at least this man, was nothing like dancingwith a woman. Trelain’s back was hard and oh so warm. His long-fingered hands,while smaller than Mac’s, were still not feminine, and the silky hair smelledlike…what? A man. Soap and a hint of a musky aftershave.

Trelain snuggled tight againsthim, resting his head in the crook of Mac’s shoulder, and that was when Maclearned the second thing. Women did not provide a hard cock to rub against him.Holy crap, he needed to back away. But his half-hard cock was rubbing againstTrelain’s flat belly, and it felt so good. Way too good.

Trelain gave a little hummingsound that might have been a moan, and though he could claim they were “justdancing,” his partner’s cock moved with mind-searing precision, up, down, a bitto the side. Mac’s cock was so huge, it hurt. Jesus, the thought of this mantortured him. The reality was more than he could stand. He had to get the hellout of here.

He ripped himself out of thedancer’s arms. “Sorry, gotta go.” Slouching a little in hopes that thebagginess of his cargoes would cover his throbbing erection, he headed throughthe open doors and across the great room. There were far fewer people toobserve his humiliation in here. Goal: get to the door.

“Mac, don’t go.”

He glanced over his shoulder atTrelain and almost stopped. Hell, no. He had to go now. He almost made it tothe front door when a big solid body stepped in front of him. “Mac, what thehell do you think you’re doing?”

“Get out of my way, Terrebone.”

“Hell, no. Come with me.” The bigman grabbed and pulled him into the hall that led toward the back of the house.Mac started to pull back when he was spun and pushed hard against the wall.

“Daniel. What are you doing?Don’t hurt him.” Trelain’s voice sounded distraught.

Terrebone pushed his face intoMac’s. “I’m not hurting him, darling. He’s hurting himself. This man has got torealize that he wants you and you want him and, for that matter, he probablywants me.”

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Pregnant Men? Valentina Heart Brings Kings Conquest and a Book for You!

2012-01-22T18:27:00.000-08:00

Hi everyone--

My special guest today is my friend, Valentina Heart, who is bringing her us a unique subject and a unique book. King's Conquest includes the subject of male pregnancy. I'll let Valentina tell you more about it, but let me tell you to be sure and comment to have a chance to win a pdf of King's Conquest. Don't forget your email! (And i love blog followers should you be so inclined). Here's Valentina--

Hello to everyone deciding to visit and take a peek at thenewest posts here on Tara’s page. My name is Valentina Heart and I’m one of themany authors who write m/m romance. It is a pleasure to be here and talk aboutmy book and certain subjects related to it.

After a bit of thought (read: wracking my brain for close toa month) I've decided to write about the topic of my upcoming release as wellas the subject in general. Yes, I know, not very original, but it was the bestI could come up with during the holidays when nothing seemed worth the effort(I blame it on all the sweets I was exposed to).

For me, being a published author hasn't changed orinfluenced my life at all. It is not my main or even a particularly significantsource of income, so I still consider myself to be primarily a reader. Thatsaid, anyone who cares to glance at my Goodreads profile will see just how truethat is, and for the most part I read male/male romance. I admit it freely – Iam an addict who at the moment can't imagine not reading about guys getting iton.

My first encounter with male pregnancy in a romance happenedover a year ago and I have been a fan ever since. I like the imaginative sideof the concept best, because every author has his/her take on the subject and somethingas elaborate can never be considered boring. Explicit at times – sure – butboring? Not to me. Still, even male pregnancy has variations, believe it ornot, and if I had to pick, I would say my favorite is that of the 'surprise'kind. You have shock, disbelief, the unconventional side of the situation andeventually acceptance with expectation. For me it’s beautiful how a man goesfrom rejection to ultimate protectiveness and is often willing to surrender hislife for that of his child.

My male pregnancy story is different primarily because it’sa fantasy with some of the elements I like the most in such stories. From aforced marriage to risky pregnancy the two main characters manage to fall inlove, and that is where the romantic in me always comes to the surface and addsextra sweetness into the mix.

King’s Conquest was envisioned as the first book in theseries of three. At the time I was in the middle of writing a few books butthis one honestly didn’t let me sleep until I wrote it down, and I did that ina very short period of time. Essentially it is a love story about a couple whofor all intended purposes should hate each other, but instead quickly come tocare too much.

Pregnancy is the main line of the plot but you will not findall the gory details in the first book. I needed Rin and Merin to start with aromance and everything else could wait. Without disclosing spoilers, I can saythat none of the books will end with a cliffhanger. Partially because I don’twant to put pressure on the readers to buy the next one in the series, and forthe most part because I truly hate cliffhangers.

Right now I’m at the end of the second book which will besomewhat longer than the first and is entirely from Merin’s point of view. Itried to show both sides of their relationship and how certain decisions andactions affected the balance between them.

I do realize I’m biased when it comes to my work, but Istill consider this one to be the most romantic among my stories. I supposeit’s the feeling I got when I was writing it as well as every time I’ve read itsince. It took courage on my part to write about a subject I love so much,because despite everyone else my own expectations were high and I had a lot tolive up to. Can’t really say for others, but I ended up happy with the finalproduct and am still a big fan of male pregnancy as the subject of m/m romance.

I would love to gain some new fans with this story, but I amperfectly happy with making those who’ve read my books so far interested inreading more. At the end, I do hope this genre gets more readers as well asauthors willing to write, it’s always nice to talk about books.

Big thanks to Tara for having me;)

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Excerpt fromKing’s Conquest by Valentina Heart

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"No! That cannot be! Not another one!And a prince at that! I will kill him. I will not allow anyone to separate mefrom my king. The prince will have to go away."

* * * *

I felt the blood drain from my face as I watched the polished little cloud ofmagic that showed the speaking face of the king. My councilors surrounded me inthe deadly silence, but of course they had probably already known what the kingwould demand as the price of peace. They were the ones who spoke to him, and Iwas nothing but an uneducated, out-of-the-blue heir.

"This isn't happening." I wallowed in denial because my brain justcouldn't accept it.

"My Prince," Har, the kingdom's head advisor, spoke. "It is onlycommon practice for the king to demand a reward."

I turned to look at him with what I'm sure was painful betrayal etched on myface. "But does it have to be me?"

"Our Lord King is dead, my Prince. You're next in the line for thethrone," Ske said from my left.

"My father is barely in the ground and already I have to set his mistakesright. Isn't there another way?" I pleaded at the faces around me.

"My Prince, the king didn't even want to hear of it."

I bowed my head in defeat. There wasn't anyone else. Not from the direct line.But even if there was, I could never have saved my own life at the price ofsomeone else's. "When does he want me there?"

"By sun fall, my Prince," Har supplied while I only gasped.

"But that means I have to leave right away!"

"Yes, my Prince."

"Am I allowed to bring anything?"

"Only personal items. Once the territories merge again, we will fall backto the old ways. Your robes will be two-colored. At Jede Court you will not beallowed to wear the colors of Kari. The king ordered anything orange you mightbring to be destroyed." I gasped again, not believing my ears. The boarwas turning me into a prisoner.

"We must go, my Prince. The king has made his demand public. If you do notcomply, he will declare war upon us again," Ske prompted.

"I do not even know what an uralain does," I mumbled, elicitingshocked gasps from the councilors around me. It prompted me to look up and allthe widened eyes I saw made me scared. "What?" I asked.

"You do not know your duties?"

"I don't know anything. My father had all but forbade me to breathe, andnow that he is dead, I am ushered into a whole new and unknown world wheresurely some horrors are expected of me."

They actually looked stricken, and that didn't help matters. "Come, wemust go. I will explain on the way," Har said, as he came to me, waiteduntil I moved, then followed.

"You do know about coupling?" he asked, making me blush.

"Yes. But only between a male and a female. My father told me that I wouldnever lie with a man and that such knowledge wasn't necessary. I only know notto let seed near my markings."

"That is most unfortunate," Har said worriedly. "But I willacquire a book for you. A manual, if you will. It will do good to study itbefore you are alone with the king."

So much for that help, I thought to myself. All of them were forthcoming whenthey were afraid that I might cause a scandal or go against their advice. Notthat I ever did, but they were cautious and considerate. But be it that Ineeded comfort, advice, or just some company, who had been there for me?Certainly no one from that group.

"Wait!" I said, grabbing his hand. "Am I supposed to be at hisdisposal?"

Har suddenly looked worried and uncomfortable. "Yes."

"I'm going there to be his whore?" I screamed, not believing what Iwas hearing. Obviously I had been under the illusion that the king wanted me asa prize and not a bed-toy.

"Uralains are not whores. They provide service to their king. It's anhonor."

"Honor? Really? Why don't you do it then?" I asked, as I crossed myarms in front of my chest.

Har was appalled. I could see it clearly on his face. It was easy to thrust meinto disgrace, but mention it to someone else from the council or to the noblesfrom the court, and you were lucky to escape a duel.

"You won't be alone. The king has many. He probably won't even ask for youafter the first night," Har rushed to explain.

But my jaw just dropped. Not only were they whoring me, they were expecting meto be one of his harem. "I'm not doing it."

"But my Prince, he will bring war upon us." Har laid his palmsagainst my hands and almost begged.

"I do not care. What kind of a prince am I if I leave my kingdom to becomea whore? I have conditions. Your job is to make them happen. If not, we'll haveourselves another war." I announced this firmly with a conviction Icertainly didn't feel.

"What conditions?" Har straightened his spine.

"I want fidelity. A written contract saying he is not allowed to sleepwith anyone else except me. I certainly won't be a common whore at his court.How will people look at me? I won't be able to look at myself in themirror." I shivered. "No. I want a legal obligation and I want aceremony making our commitment valid."

"But, my Prince, the king has superior army and a richer kingdom. He willnever agree for you to rule with him." Har was pale and panicked now, andI would have felt sorry for him if I wasn't close to a heart attack myself.

"I don't care about ruling. I don't know the first thing about it. He caneven write it down in the contract that I have no say when it comes to thematters of the kingdom. My father made sure that I would be completelyincompetent when the time came," I said with a certain dose of bitterness.After all, I was a bargaining chip. "I just want to have a secure future.I want to be married and not some common whore he could sell in a year'stime."

"The king will want an heir," Har tried again, thinking how I wouldchange my mind out of fear. But he didn't realize that death seemed almostsweet when compared to the uncertainty of being traded away like a piece ofcoal.

"I am perfectly capable of bringing life to this world. If by some chanceI do not by a certain time, he can nullify the agreement. Write it all down. I'mnot going anywhere before I get a signature on that." I shut up before myvoice started to shake.

"My Prince, it is dangerous!"

"No more dangerous than what you lot had in mind for my future." Iended the conversation and turned in the direction of my chambers.

I was sick to my stomach, and wished for the capability to wield sightingmagic, just so that I could see what I was in for. For the life of me, Icouldn't grasp the idea behind men coupling. My father was an idiot for denyingme knowledge.

In my room I walked up to the basin, knelt in front of it, and threw upeverything I'd eaten that day.

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I think we all want MORE! Don't forget to leave your comment and email for the drawing.

One more reminder. The voting for the LRC Best of 2011 is still going on through Tuesday. I am ecstatic to have been nominated for Best Author of 2011 and Best Series of 2011. Here are the links if you would like to vote. Thank you for visiting! : )

http://dawnsreadingnook.blogspot.com/2012/01/best-author-of-2011-nominees.html

http://dawnsreadingnook.blogspot.com/2012/01/best-series-of-2011-nominees-are.html

Guys and Balls. Kind of Like Deceptive Attraction.

2012-01-21T07:47:00.000-08:00

Just a quick post because i enjoyed this video made from a film called Guys and Balls. It sort of reminds me of my hero, Caleb, in Deceptive Attraction. I have another great guest coming Monday. Valentina Heart will be here with King's Conquest. Don't miss it! And also please go vote in the LRC Best of 2011 Awards. I am delighted to be nominated for Best Author and Best Series of the Year! Voting ends Tuesday! Here are the links!!

http://dawnsreadingnook.blogspot.com/2012/01/best-author-of-2011-nominees.html

http://dawnsreadingnook.blogspot.com/2012/01/best-series-of-2011-nominees-are.html

Enjoy Guys and Balls. : )

Researching Black Magick, Werewolves and BDSM with Shara Lanel -- Blame It On the Night!

2012-01-18T20:43:00.000-08:00

Hi everyone--

A surprise guest is joining me today. Shara Lanel, a fellow Loose Id author, has a great new release and i wanted to share it with you. Blame It On the Night is about one of your favorites-- werewolves!! So get busy reading about Shara's passions for research, writing and taxes. LOL I lied about the taxes. Leave a comment and you can win one of Shara's back list.

A Book Junkie Who Writes

Sometimes Ithink I write because there’s no other career where I can learn about as manycrazy topics as I want. Black magick, Native Americans, law enforcement, poison,BDSM, and the history of North American wolves, to name a few. Depending on mymood, I can get into everything from Regency dress to ghost hunting to bluntforce trauma—and I can say I’m working!I delve into some boring topics, too, like HTML, web building software, andpromotion, but even figuring those things out can be fascinating.

I’m not surewhich came first: research or book addiction, but I now have several shelvesdevoted to history, two to witchcraft, three to law enforcement (and serialkillers, murder, and various government agencies). Another three shelves aredevoted to UFOs, ESP, and mythology. Honestly, I could never read all of thesebooks in my lifetime.

But now it’stime to gather all my receipts for the past year and give them to my hubby todo the taxes. That means, now’s the time he gets to see all the money I’vespent on research books in 2011—eek! It’s good that they can be written off ontaxes, because, yes, they are part of my job, but it’s so so bad that they haveto be added up to a somewhat overlarge total. Plus I’ve already started on2012’s supply of research books—luckily hubby won’t see those until nextJanuary!

So my mostrecent release, BLAME IT ON THE NIGHT, is a sequel, but it involved a lot ofnew research on topics like the history of gray wolves, bondage clubs, theoriginal settlers of Western NY, and law enforcement jurisdictions. It maysound dry put that way, but all the research was anything but. Half of it nevereven made it into the book, but it fed into my ideas for the characters and thesetting. (The first book, by the way, is BLAME IT ON THE MOON. Both can befound at www.Loose-Id.com.)

Now, before I leave you to thedelicious excerpt, I want to let you know that I’m giving away an e-copy of oneof my older books—all you need to do is leave a comment. Tell me about thebooks you love to read!

BLAME ITON THE NIGHT Blurb:
Human/werewolfrelations were forbidden. Guy’s father had made that clear years ago, but Guyhad come very close to disobeying with naïve, teenage Olivia. He’d barely kepthis body under control, as he’d held her during her first shocking orgasm.Years later, on edge with anger, grief, and the pull of the moon, Guy knowsshe’s the last person he needs near him.

Olivia isovercome with humiliation at the mere thought of seeing Guy again, though he’sstarred in all of her fantasies over the past several years, but she refuses toleave his doorstep until he answers her questions about her missing sister andthe dead body found on his property. Problem is, he’s ordering her to leavewhile blocking the door, telling her to get lost while pinning her between hishard body and the table, saying he doesn’t know what he’s doing while his everytouch takes Olivia closer to heaven.

Sometimesforbidden love is worth the risk, but sometimes it leads to revenge and murder.
Buy Link: http://www.loose-id.com/Blame-it-on-the-Night.aspx

Blame It on the Night Excerpt:

Oliviaclapped her hands together. “So are you going to offer me coffee or a beer orsomething?”
Guy hoppedup, but not to head to the kitchen. He pointed to the window. “Don’t you wantto get back to town before this gets really bad?”

Olivia stoodand, for a moment, thought he could be the murderer, but that made no sense.She knew Guy, or thought she did. He was a good man. “Jeez, not veryhospitable, are you?”

“It’s just better if you leave.” His face had been hard when she’d arrived,like there was some unknown emotion scarring it, but it had loosened up as theytalked. Now it had returned to granite.
Well, ifshe’d had any hope of a little fling with Guy while she was up here, thatquelled the idea. Not that she’d had the idea. She’d been over her crush foryears. She needed to find Amy, fix her problem, and catch the next plane south.No time for personal entanglements. It was just that since she’d seen Guy atthe lumberyard, she couldn’t get him out of her mind. And her body…well, itseemed more alive than it had been in months. When she got back to Florida,she’d need to spend some time taking in the nightlife, put herself out theremore so she could meet someone. It was her own fault that she spent so muchtime alone.

He’d openedthe door and looked out, but now he was frowning. “Shit.”

“What?” Shewas still sock-footed, so he couldn’t push her out the door that fast. Shefollowed his gaze and saw…gray, and she could only see that because of thepowerful barn and house lights. “Shit.” It wasn’t that the snow had accumulatedthat much — probably an inch or two of fresh stuff — but the wind had pickedup, blowing the devilish ice crystals everywhere.
“And you’redriving that low-to-the-ground rental car. Does it have winter tires on it, atleast?”

Normal New York conversation, but Guy’s eyes looked intense, like therewas a more compelling reason for her to leave than the snow.

“Um, maybe?”she said to keep it light, but Guy’s knuckles were white from holding the doortoo tight, and his other hand shook as he brushed back his hair. A few strayflakes settled, then melted on his face, leaving tiny drops that Olivia wantedto lick off. Okay, where had that thought come from? She forced herself to lookaway. “Well, you’re right. I should head out. It’s not too deep yet, so I won’thave to worry about getting stuck in any drifts.”

Guy shut theheavy door against the cold and leaned back, shoving his hands in his pockets.His chest moved with his breath as if he’d just completed a long run. “I coulddrive you to town with the truck.” Not that he sounded happy with the idea.
Olivia shookher head. “No. Then I’ll be stuck without a car, and I want to keep looking forAmy.”

“I can pickyou up in the morning to come get your car.”

“Once I getoff your road, it won’t be that bad. Well plowed, I’m sure.” She reached forher still-damp sneakers and walked over to the half-log bench at the trestletable to put them on. She tried not to think about the deep ditches on eitherside of Guy’s unlit, narrow road.

“And youdon’t even have boots.” His hand was out of his pocket and through his hairagain, leaving odd little peaks that somehow made him look sexier.

“The car hasa very nice heater.” She didn’t know why she was arguing with the truck idea.It was sensible. Maybe it was that he seemed so unwilling; she didn’t want toobligate him to come get her in the morning. Shoes on, she popped up, grabbedher coat, and walked to the door, which he still blocked with his large body.“Seriously, there’s not much on the ground if I leave now. No problem.”

He shook hishead slowly, his jaw clamped, his eyes looking over her head instead of at her,his hands jammed in his pockets again. He certainly didn’t look like he wasgoing to move.
Olivia took a step forward and reached for the door handle just below hiselbow. She hoped ingrained manners would get him to move to the side. His handflashed out and grabbed her forearm.

Jeez, maybeshe should revisit the murderer idea.

“You have toleave.” His voice was like grinding stone.

She rolledher eyes as she looked down at his hand on her arm. “Then you have to move outof my way.”

“Leave,dammit.” But now he gripped her shoulders with both his hands to the point ofpain, and something happened with his eyes.

Oliviablinked, and Guy’s eyes seemed normal again, but his thighs pressed againsthers, making her stumble backward, toward the table. He didn’t loosen his grip,and Olivia abandoned her protest because of her sudden awareness of Guy’smuscular thighs, warm hands, and musky scent. Why was he saying one thing sopassionately but doing the exact opposite, like his body was possessed? Oneminute his piercing gaze set her body on fire, the next he stared over her headas if he couldn’t look at her.

Find more ofthis excerpt at http://sharalanel.com/books/blame-it-on-the-night/excerpt-blame-it-on-the-night/
~Shara

Thank you so much for visiting, Shara. And everyone, don't forget to comment! : )

Meet the Boys and the Buns at Jessica Freely's Dharma Cafe. Book for You Too.

2012-01-16T21:00:00.000-08:00

Hi everyone--
I'm delighted to welcome my friend, Jessica Freely..., oh excuse me. Actually, my guest is Chef Agatha of the Dharma Cafe. I'll let her take over (plan on some great recipes!) but first let me tell you that Jessica is giving away a copy of her brand new release, Dharma Cafe, to one lucky commenter. Since the Dharma Cafe is magical, expect something pretty special. Okay Agatha, you're ON!

Hello everyone, my name is Chef Agatha, and I run the DharmaCafé.

Do you know this Jessica Freely person? I mean, I know she'smad, but, is she dangerous? She seems to be under the impression that justbecause she's written a book about my café, that somehow means that I am hercreation and she can simply order me about, sending me all over the internet,to perfectly nice, innocent people's blogs, to inflict her idea of promotionupon them.

Well I'm not going to have it, I tell you.

Yes, her little book is quite nice and certainly the storyof Charlie and Samura, my waiter and busboy, is one that readers who like anice angsty, slightly silly romance will enjoy. But honestly, there is a limit.I'm a cook, not a PR flack!

Jessica's asked me to share an excerpt from the book and torun a contest so that one of you can win a free copy. Well, all right, Isuppose there's no harm in it, but first, I'm going to share some food withyou. Yesterday's Scrambled Eggs with Salami and Chives seemed to go over wellon the Coffee and Porn in the Morning blog (http://cupoporn.net/), so today, how about a nice yeast coffee cake?

Cosmic Secrets of the Universe Sweet Yeast Dough

3 cups milk

1 1/2 cups sugar

3 teaspoons salt

1 1/2 cup melted butter

6 eggs plus 3 yolks

3 packets dry yeast

10 1/2 cup flour

2 tablespoons open-mindedness, more if needed

Combine milk, sugar, salt, and melted butter together in apan. Bring to a sudden boil and then remove from heat. Pour into a large bowland allow to cool until lukewarm. Beat eggs and yolks together. Add eggs andyeast to cooled milk mixture, stir until yeast is dissolved. You may want toget in there with your hands and rub the yeast a bit. It likes that. Let themixture rest. Soon you will see the yeast doing its thing. It will look veryprimordial but don't freak out. Nature can be a little freaky. And delicious.Just go with it.

Sift in the flour. Try to convince Samura he needs to be theone to teach Charlie magic. When that fails, start spinning a lot ofcosmic-sounding bull about matter and energy. That should keep them occupieduntil you can distract them with something else. Like the recipe box! Yes, thatshould work.

After a certain point you can't really stir the dough anylonger because it will be too thick. That's when it's time to turn it out ontoa clean surface and knead it, working in more flour as you go. Keep hornyteenage boys away from it at this stage. Trust me.

When the dough is nice and elastic, not too sticky, but nottoo dry, place it in a large buttered bowl and put a damp towel over it. Set itsomewhere warm to rise for two or three hours, until it's doubled in bulk.Punch the dough down and knead it again. Same admonition about the boysapplies. Girls too, for that matter.

By now, Charlie and Samura will have given up and gone outin the alley to practice magic, which is what they should have been doing fromthe start, and you will have a very nice sweet yeast dough that is good withall kinds of fillings. You can divide it up into small pieces and make filledrolls using pureed apricots mixed with apricot jam. Or you can roll it out flatand sprinkle it with cinnamon, sugar, and nuts, and roll it up like a pinwheel.You could add some orange peel and raisins and bake it in loaves. Anything youwant, really. Whatever you decide, justlet it rise again before baking, another half hour to an hour. And while it'sbaking brush it with more melted butter. You can't overdo it with the butter.That's probably always true, unlike that twaddle about matter and energy, whichis really only accurate for this plane of existence.

Bake at 350 degrees until golden brown.

There. I feel betternow. Coffee cake will do that. And of course, having such a gracious hostesslike Tara. An extra slice of coffee cake for you, Tara dear. You've earned it.

Now everyone, I would love to hear about the kinds of foodyou enjoy. Please leave a comment with the name of your favorite food, or arecipe if you wish, and you'll be entered to win a free copy of Dharma Café.And in the meantime, here is an excerpt and a blurb for the book.

Blurb: At a magical restaurantwhere good food heals the soul, a waiter and a busboy fall in love. But eachhas secrets and in the dangerous world of food sorcery, secrets, and frenchfries, can kill.

Buy Links:

http://www.loose-id.com/Dharma-Cafe.aspx

http://www.jessicafreely.com//book-page-dharma-café.html

Excerpt:

Thatnight Samura dreamt that Agatha needed 233,600.92 loaves of bread and it was upto him and Charlie to knead the dough.

Thatmuch dough could not be worked with just hands. It required the whole body.There was no other option but for both of them to take off all of their clothesand roll around together in the warm, fragrant, springy dough.

Thehuman body bore a remarkable similarity to yeast dough, so when Samura firstran his hand down Charlie’s chest and over his flank, it was a pure accident.

No,really.

Well,maybe not.

Butsince this was Samura’s dream, it was a pure accident. Just as it was merelyhappenstance when Samura rolled into Charlie and their combined weight trappedthem in a valley of gently undulating bread dough. There was no hope ofclimbing out nor indeed of doing much of anything except laying pressed againsteach other, skin to skin.

Andthen Charlie put his arms around Samura and kissed him. On the mouth.

Humanimagination is a remarkable thing. When combined with desire it has the powerto create in realistic detail experiences of which the person imagining themhas absolutely no actual knowledge. And that is how Samura, who had neverkissed anyone, felt every detail of Charlie’s soft lips against his, of theirmouths opening and their tongues meeting in that first shy press.

Charlietasted like every good thing Samura had ever eaten all combined into onetantalizing morsel.

AndSamura was hungry.

Helonged to devour Charlie, not just with his mouth, but with his whole body. Hismember grew hard, but he wasn’t ashamed.

Charliewanted him just as much. There was no hiding the fact that Charlie too wasaroused. They lay pressed against one another, chest to chest, groin to groin.Charlie’s arousal nestled alongside Samura’s.

Theyflexed their hips and the friction sent tingles pulsing from Samura’s loins outto the tips of his fingers and toes. He kissed Charlie harder and thrust,moving his hands down Charlie’s back to cup his perfect, tight, round bottom.He held Charlie against him as they bucked together.

Charliebroke their kiss and moaned. “Samura! You’re perfect. Perfect. I want you toteach me everything.”

Charliespread his legs and wrapped them around Samura’s hips. He kissed Samura allover his face and neck, and ran his hands through Samura’s hair.

Charlie’shot body, his words, and his touch intoxicated Samura and he couldn’t getenough. He kissed Charlie again, hard, driving his tongue into that hot,luscious mouth. It was like licking cream out of a cannoli, and every tasteonly made Samura desperate for more. He needed to get closer to Charlie. Closereven than they already were. Samura opened his mind to him, but Charlie said,“No. Don’t you dare wait on me now. Come on, Samura. You know what to do.”

Andamazingly, he did.

Charlie’sbody opened up for him and they melded together like salt and pepper, likestrawberries and basil, like cream in a cannoli.

Samurahad never known such feelings were possible. Charlie was all around him,holding him, rocking him, squeezing and stroking him. “Samura!” he shouted.

Everybad and broken thing inside Samura seemed to mend and turn to golden light.That light ignited joy in every cell of his body and poured forth from him in atorrent of release. “Charlie!”

* * * *

Samuraawoke in his own bed, drenched with sweat and… not just sweat.

Thissort of thing had been happening for several years now—the stirrings, hisbody’s responses at the most inconvenient moments, the dreams. Dreams of awarm, firm body against his, a nameless, faceless someone—someone who smelledgood, who felt good. Dreams from which he awoke to wet sheets.

Samurahad done his best to ignore all of it, and for the most part, he’d beensuccessful.

Onlynow those dreams had a face, and a name.

Charlie.

Hadhe cried it out loud?

* * * *

Whata bizarre dream! Charlie awoke with cum on his belly and Samura’s name on hislips.

Hewas never going to look at bread the same again.

Thepale blue light of predawn leaked into the room from behind the window shade.In the half light he saw Samura sitting up, looking about him in bewilderment.

Shit. Had Charlie cried Samura’s name outloud?

“Didyou—”

Charliepanicked. “No!”

Samuranodded. “Okay. Good.”

“Good,”said Charlie.

Theystared at each other.

The door burst open and Agatha swept in, a large bowl ofwhipped cream in her arms. “Wake up boys!” she cried, whisking the stuff sovigorously little flecks of it scattered far and wide. “I’m going to need helpfrom both of you today. We’re making cream filled buns!”

YUM. For the boys and the buns. Remember to leave a comment to be entered to win Dharma Cafe. Also please remember to VOTE in the LRC Best of 2011 Awards. Vote HERE for Best Author and HERE for Best Series. Thank you so much for coming by. And i love blog followers a LOT! : )

I Love Beautiful Boys... and Audrey. And Please Vote!

2012-01-15T12:48:00.000-08:00

Hi everyone--

Starting Monday (tomorrow), the voting for the LRC Best of 2011 Awards begins. The voting will continue through the 24th. I am nominated for Best Author of 2011 and Best Series of 2011. The voting takes place HERE! http://dawnsreadingnook.blogspot.com There will be links to the individual categories starting tomorrow. Of course, i would love your vote but please do vote regardless. : )

Congratulations to Teresa who won Karenna Colcroft's story and Christine T who won the copy of Alien Sex 101 from Allie Ritch. And starting tomorrow afternoon, Jessica Freely will be here or should i say Chef Agatha will be here to share some amazing erotic recipes and a free copy of Jessica's new release, Dharma Cafe, is up for grabs. Do not miss it!

Until then, a special treat. You all know i love gorgeous guys and this blog is usually dedicated to them. but i have a girl crush too. She is my childhood sweetheart -- Audrey Hepburn. When i was a girl i looked a lot like her (never had the eyebrows quite but did have the neck) and i would watch her films on TV and get my hair cut to match hers.To this day, i love her films. I think the woman had a charm that was so unique it is unmatched. Whether you are also a fan or have never seen her before, enjoy a smile with this video. : )

Real Werewolves Eat Veggie Burgers! Welcome Karenna Colcroft with a Book for You.

2012-01-12T16:08:00.000-08:00

Hi everyone. Don't i have the best guests? I'd like to welcome Karenna Colcroft who is bringing us her new release, Veggie Burgers to Go, the second in the Real Werewolves Don't Eat Meat Series. These books have been dear to my heart since i first heard about them because i was a total vegetarian for many years and am still a semi-veg with a strong health-nut leaning. So these are my kind of werewolves. And it appears Karenna likes to do the unexpected in her books -- just like me. Remember to comment with your email address and you may win a pdf copy of Karenna's short story, Tofurkey and Yams.

Karenna, you have the floor!

Preconceived Notions

In romancestories, as in life, there are some things everyone assumes to be true.

People assumethat all wolves eat meat, werewolves included.

People assumethat alpha males are dominant in all parts of their lives.

People assume thatin werewolf packs, all members have to do what the Alpha says no matter what.

I have problemswith preconceived notions. I like to take them and play with them and turn themon their figurative ears. That’s probably how I ended up with a vegan werewolfwho refuses to eat meat even in wolf form, who happens to be the lowest-rankedin his pack but is able to resist the Alpha’s commands. It’s also probably howI ended up with a werewolf pack Alpha who’s submissive in bed.

You know whatthey say about assuming things…

The veganwerewolf, Kyle Slidell, and submissive Alpha Tobias Rogan are the maincharacter and the love interest in my M/M paranormal series Real WerewolvesDon’t Eat Meat. Published by MLR Press, the series currently consists of twonovels and a short story, with three more novels planned. Kyle and Tobias aremates.

One of thestrongest Alphas in the United States, Tobias nonetheless chooses to remainAlpha of the smallest pack in the country, a pack some don’t even recognize asseparate from the nearest larger pack. Being with Kyle makes Tobias’s Alphapowers stronger, but all Tobias wants is a nice, quiet life with his pack andhis mate. And all Kyle wants is whatever makes Tobias happy.

You know whatthey say about not always getting what you want…

In the first novel, Salad on the Side, Kyle is changed into a werewolf during an attackby a jealous woman who wants Tobias for herself. And shortly after his change,Kyle is kidnapped by a psycho member of the neighboring pack who has a grudge againstTobias and wants to start war between the two packs.

In the secondnovel, Veggie Burgers to Go, releasedJanuary 6, another Alpha who wants control of Tobias’s pack and the neighboringone goes to great lengths to get what he wants, and Kyle almost loses Tobias.

Fortunately, inthe Christmas short story Tofurkey andYams, the only thing trying to come between Kyle and Tobias is Tobias’sScrooge-like view of Christmas.

You know whatthey say about the course of true love. And true love is exactly what Kyle andTobias have.

The RealWerewolves Don’t Eat Meat series is available from MLR Press, http://www.mlrbooks.com. To find out moreabout Karenna Colcroft and her books, please visit her site, http://www.karennacolcroft.com.

Blurb for Veggie Burgers to Go:
A member of the Boston North Pack isattacked by humans who say they were hired by a shifter. The same night, Melia,the wolf who changed Kyle, returns to Boston. The pack suspects Melia ofarranging the attack, but Kyle believes someone else is behind it. He justdoesn't know who.

The next day atthe regional alpha meeting in Pennsylvania, Kyle finds his answer. Saul Hughes,another alpha, has a long-standing grudge against Tobias. He claims Tobias istoo weak to control a pack and makes it clear that he wants control of BostonNorth. But no one suspects how far he'll go to get it.

Excerpt:
Theafternoon was broken into two sessions. The first was still public, althoughthe business on the agenda Zane read didn’t sound any more interesting thanmost of the morning had been. The only part that I cared anything about wasTobias’s declaration of me as his mate, which would be the last public thingbefore Zane sent the guests away. After that, some private alpha stuff wouldhappen. The guests would be on their own to entertain themselves.

I wished I’d packed some books.

The boring things only took about an hour, which happened to be about aslong as I could tolerate. Then Zane said, “Kyle Slidell, please come forward.”

I’d made up my mind that it didn’t matter what any other shifters thoughtabout Tobias’s and my relationship. I’d been determined not to let any of themintimidate me and not to be nervous about standing up in front of a group thissize.

All that went right out the window when I actually walked up to the tableand stood beside Tobias. My heart beat as rapidly as it had that morning duringour fight, and I couldn’t look out at the crowd without feeling just a tad bitnauseated. Fortunately, I had Tobias to look at. His smile and the love in hiseyes made all this worth it.

“You may begin,” Zane said. He sat.

Tobias took both my hands. “I have found my mate,” he announced.

Something swirled around us. Nothing tangible; nothing visible. Energy,maybe, or magic, which I’d never believed in until I’d found myself in themiddle of a bunch of shifters. Something that took Tobias’s words and made themabsolute truth.

“And I have found mine,” I said.

Tobias gave me a tiny nod, letting me know I’d said the right thing. We’dpracticed this a couple times, but I hadn’t wanted to ruin the moment byover-rehearsing. “In front of those here assembled, in front of the Arkhon ofthe Northeast Region and the alphas of all packs in that region, I claim KyleSlidell as my mate,” he said.

Sometimes I pictured my connection to Tobias as a cord that joined thetwo of us. Now that cord wrapped around us, not only joining us but binding usto one another so strongly we wouldn’t be able to undo it. There wasn’t muchchance that I would want to anyway, but it weirded me out a little. Tobias hadalready claimed me in front of our pack, and I hadn’t felt anything like this.The only explanation I could come up with was that so many alphas in one placeamped up the magic factor.

I didn’t have to say anything else. Apparently in werewolf culture, themore dominant mate claimed the lesser one and that was the end of it. So I juststood there looking into Tobias’s eyes at all the emotions that I knewreflected my own and waited.

“It is done.” Zane stood again. “The Northeast Region recognizes TobiasRogan and Kyle Slidell as mates. And so it is.”

I didn’t expect anyone to speak, but Chal grinned and called out,“Congratulations.” Several others echoed him, and a lot of tension ebbed out ofthe room.

I wanted to kiss Tobias, or at least hug him. Something warned me thatwouldn’t be a good idea. Saul wasn’t there to flip out again, but the other alphaswho had agreed with him were in the room. Neither Tobias nor I wanted a repeatof that morning. I squeezed his hands, and we let go of each other.

Isn't that a wonderful excerpt. I think these are a must have. Thank you, Karenna, for being my guest and to all of you for visiting. And remember, if you like my guests and posts, i love your follow! : )

Androgynous Boys for Your Viewing Pleasure

2012-01-10T16:32:00.000-08:00

Hi all-- Every now and then i have to share with you the pure aesthetic pleasure of watching gorgeous androgynous young men. If you read my books you know that i almost always have one "pretty boy" among my heroes. These boys are younger than my boys but they share that powerful beauty of both sexes that androgyny embraces. This video is really long (and i'm only showing you half of it) but pick a spot and take a look. Even if you like your guys hairy and alpha, it's hard to not appreciate these beautiful faces. Enjoy.

Allie Ritch Teaches Us "Alien Sex 101" and Has a Book for You!

2012-01-08T15:29:00.000-08:00

Hi everyone--

What a treat to get to welcome my friend Allie Ritch to the blog. Allie has been so great to me over the last year and i have gotten to participate in a lot of fun activities on her blog. It's a GREAT blog BTW so be sure you hop over and follow her. (see the link below) Today she is bringing us her new release titled Alien Sex 101. It's the first book in a series and, yowza, i think we're going to be standing in line to buy it. Comment and YOU MIGHT WIN this book. Remember to leave your email so Allie can find you. Take it away, Allie:

Thankyou so much for inviting me to your site, Tara. I do so love looking at all yourbeautiful boys.

Forthose of you who don’t know me, I write erotic sci-fi and paranormal romance.All writers are also readers, and those are the subgenres I love reading thebest, although I enjoy other categories, too. Science fiction, especially,offers a playground for the imagination, which is probably why it’s myfavorite. In sci-fi romance, you can give your hero any look, any culture, oreven—ah-hem—an extra body part or two.

I’mextremely excited to have my new book, Alien Sex 101, out now from LiquidSilver Books. This is the first book in my Alien Sex Ed series—the first seriesI’ve had published. The series takes place in the city of Trilanta on atravel-hub planet of the same name. Picture a busy airport in Atlanta or amelting pot like New York City, only filled with aliens coming and going ormaking a home there. Trilanta has wonderful diversity. Unfortunately, thatdiversity can cause misunderstandings when human/humanoids from differentplanets get romantically involved.

WhenI first started writing Alien Sex 101, I did not have a series in mind. Infact, I thought I was just writing a single novel full of vignettes aboutvarious alien couples. I don’t think I was more than a few days into draftingwhen I realized the work was growing. By the time I finished writing about thestudents from the first class year, I had over 200,000 words—way more than asingle novel.

LikeI said, we writers are readers too. So I tried to look at the work from areader’s point of view when dividing it up. Why not give readers more bang fortheir buck? Instead of just one fully developed romance per book, I divided theseries so that each novel has two. Alien Sex 101 follows Xindra and Quinn, theinstructors of the Alien Sex Ed class, for the first half of the book, and thenwe get to watch Mera and one of the students, Trett, fall in love in the secondhalf. All told, there are eight couples, two per novel. This has the added benefitof keeping each of the books a consistent length, which would have been moreuneven if I’d turned them into eight novellas.

I’vealready contracted with Liquid Silver Books for Alien Sex 102 and am in themiddle of edits. I don’t want to spoil the surprise, so I’ll just tease you.Can you picture a man with four arms and an extra naughty appendage? Maybe alittle m/m/m/f? I play with just about every physical combination I could thinkof, keeping things fun while subtly addressing issues of race, gender, andsexual identity in a sci-fi context.

Ican’t tell you what a fantastic time I had writing this series, so I hopereaders have even half as much fun. Liquid Silver Books didn’t rate this oneMolten for nothing—Alien Sex 101 and its sequels are the spiciest books I’veever written. That’s one way to warm up this winter.

Personally,I’ve been keeping toasty reading about Roan Black, so thank you, Tara! Keepthose beautiful boys…well, um…coming, lol.

Andin case you thought the gift-giving portion of the year was over, here’s achance at a freebie. I’m giving away one free copy of Alien Sex 101 to a luckycommenter on this post. Just be sure to include your e-mail address. Also,anyone who wants to read my paranormal romance story, “To Love Again” in JustOne Bite: Volume Four, can download it for free from All Romance eBooks at http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-justonebitevolumefour-644153-140.html (you do need an ARe account, butthat’s free too).

Blurb: When New Earthling Quinn makes loveto his Allurian bride on their wedding night, he discovers a few surprises.Like the fact that losing his virginity to an Allurian woman is painful. He andXindra are able to work things out, but they realize other interracial coupleson their planet face similar problems. They start an Alien Sex Ed class, butthis isn’t your ordinary anatomy lesson. This class is very hands-on and morethan a little steamy. Xindra’s friend, Mera, is the first to benefit when shemeets and falls for one of their students, Trett. As an Ibration, Trett doesn’tthrust during sex; his penis vibrates. That’s perfect for an Oquaran like Mera,who’s so sensitive she comes almost instantly and can’t stand a lot of chafing.When Xindra and Quinn notice more than one of their students checking eachother out, they have to wonder. Could the romance between Trett and Mera bejust the beginning?

Excerpt:

Gentlygrasping his hand, she rolled to her back and moved his fingers until he wascupping her breast. Her nipple thrust up into the warmth of his palm, and thesheets whispered softly when Quinn shifted his hips. His clear blue eyes staredat her with renewed hunger as he flexed his fingers in a light massage. Shehummed in approval.
“Domy breasts feel the same as a New Earthling woman’s?” she asked.
Heshifted his hand in a circular motion. “Yes, but no New Earthling breast everfelt so good.”
Shesmiled at that. “Do my breasts taste like a New Earthling woman’s?”
Witha wicked smile, he obliged her by taking her into his mouth. The moist heatmade her squirm in pleasure, but he only rasped her once with his tongue beforepulling back.
“Yes,”he answered, “but I’ve never enjoyed the taste of another woman the way I enjoyyou.”
Feelingdreamily aroused, Xindra pushed his hand down the length of her torso until hereached the triangle of down between her legs. Spreading her knees, she pressedhis palm against the soft pink folds that were already blooming for him.
“DoI feel the same here as a New Earthling woman?”
Quinnran one broad, rough finger between her dewy petals with torturous slowness.She tilted her hips and whimpered when he touched the little button near thetop of her slit.
“You’reformed the same,” he said, “but no other woman has ever felt so tempting.”
Finallyshe took his finger and tried to press it inside. He hesitated and glanced upto meet her gaze.
“I’mdifferent inside. Not like a New Earthling woman.” She waited, hardly daring tobreathe.
Aflicker of doubt crossed his usually confident face, but it was gone before ittruly took hold. Then she saw what she’d been hoping for—a hard flare of lustmixed with no small amount of curiosity. She gasped in relief and pleasure ashe finally pushed that blunt finger into her. Although he was only trying toexplore, not arouse her, the twists and turns and thrusts of his finger had hermelting around him. She couldn’t wait to have his erection seated inside heragain. Judging by the way it was now prodding her hip, he was seriouslyconsidering it too.
“Itwon’t hurt again?” he asked.
Shesmiled and slid her hand over his cock, making him groan. “You’re smooth anduncovered. No more pain, baby.”
Hemoaned again when she stroked him, and then he was on top of her, spreading herwide and probing her with his tip. Obviously cautious, he pressed in slowly.She listened to him pant and tried to let him set the pace even as the growingpressure inside made her want to burst.
“You’reso tight I can hardly stand it,” he choked out, but he didn’t stop. With awhimper, he shoved in the rest of the way and held still except for his heavybreathing.
“Areyou in pain?” she asked.
Helet out a strangled laugh. “Define pain.”
Sheused her hands to draw soothing circles along his sides and back. “What do youfeel?”
“Thatlittle finger inside you has crooked itself under my glans.” He had to gasp forbreath. “It’s so hard it’s almost painful.”
“Almost?”
“Almost,”he conceded. “Instead it’s a different kind of torment.”
“Thenlet’s torment each other.”
Cradlinghis head in her hands, she looked into his handsome face and kissed him withher whole soul behind it. Then she let her head drop back to the pillow andused the rest of her body to hold him.
“Makelove to me.”

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Okay, remember to COMMENT because you don't want to miss a chance to win this book! And don't forget your email. And if you happen to like the blog, i love followers! Thank you for visiting. : )

What a Great Anniversary. Congratulations June! New Contract.

2012-01-05T07:46:00.000-08:00

Hi everyone--

What an amazing Blog Hop! Between all the 65 authors we had 4256 comments. And the WINNER of the Tara Lain Blog Hop is June Manning!! June receives her choice of any of my books plus a $10. GC. She chose The Scientist and the Supermodel. Congratulations!! The winner of the Kindle Fire was Lilaz and the winner of the $80. GC was also named June.

Thank you all so much for participating. There will be more Blog Hops for Valentines Day and St. Patrick's Day. We do some serious celebrating around here!

As you know, yesterday was my one year anniversary as a published writer. Not only did i have 103 comments on my blog and a bunch of new blog followers, but i also received the contract from Etopia Press for a new book to be called Beach Balls. Beach Balls is the third in what i affectionately call my Balls to the Wall Series. It takes place in the same world as Volley Balls and my spring release, Fire Balls.

Beach Balls is the story of enemies becoming lovers. A nasty corporate lawyer and a single-minded diver/environmentalist face off over an oil drilling issue only to find they have more to love than to hate. This book is coming out later in the year.

Next up for me are Spell Cat, a contemporary paranormal about witches, and then Fire Balls, an LGBT contemporary about an artists who develops a grand passion for a conservative firefighter. Watch for these in March and April.

Thanks again everyone for visiting the blog and for all your fun and enthusiasm throughout the year. Allie Ritch will be here on the blog Sunday afternoon and Monday with a NEW RELEASE.You won't want to miss it. : )

A Memory of Romance and Kindle Fire!!

2012-01-03T21:00:00.000-08:00

Welcome Blog Hoppers! For those who haven't met me, i'm Tara Lain and i write The Beautiful Boys of Romance. My books are erotic, mostly M/M and menage and are always distinguished by my memorable heroes (though i think my heroines are pretty special too.) Before i plunge into my memory of New Year's here are the details you need for today's blog hop.

Today is the one year anniversary of my first published book. Genetic Attraction came out last Jan 4th. So today to celebrate the winner on my blog will receive:

a choice of any of my books
a $10. GC for Amazon (or another site if you don't have a Kindle)

Everyone who enters on this blog will be entered to win A KINDLE FIRE and an AMAZON GC for $80.00 So be sure to enter here and then move on to all the other Blogs listed below.

To enter to win here, do this:

Comment
LEAVE YOUR EMAIL (so i can find you if you win) If you don't want to be on my email list please indicate with a little "no" after your name and email. I will understand! LOL
If you like the look of my blog and want to follow i will be delighted but it's not required to win.

So today all us bloggers are sharing our New Year's memories. New Years tends to be a blur for me because i go to bed early, but two New Years really stand out. Last year and this year! Last New Years i was anxiously waiting for the release of my first published work of fiction. Though i've been a writer of nonfiction for decades, this was my first book all my own. It was an amazing feeling. Nervous, ecstatic, knowing i had so much to learn. And this year, only one year later, i am celebrating having received two CAPA Award nominations (from the Romance Studio) for Best Contemporary Romance and Favorite Author, and two LRC nominations for the Best Author of 2011 and Best Series of 2011. These nominations amaze me and honor me. I can barely believe them and, at the same time, feel a little extra push that says "keep going, you still have so much to learn". Most of all, these nominations are the property of the wonderful people who have encouraged and supported me throughout this year! Thank you to all the other authors who have helped me in every way. Above all, thank you readers soooo much. You are my New Years celebration!!

Now, here is your HOP LIST. Visit all these blogs and enter the contests. But remember to COMMENT with your EMAIL here! Each one is another chance at the Kindle Fire!! Thank you sooo much for visiting and Happy New Year!! : )

Wicked Leanore Has a Wicked Book for You!

2012-01-01T16:18:00.000-08:00

Hi everyone--
It's my pleasure to welcome Leanore Elliott to the blog today. This amazing and multi-talented lady has a special gift for you-- a free copy of one of her Beasts of Vengeance Series. Read on to learn how you can have this book TODAY!

You Can Call MeWicked

Hello,I'm Leanore Elliott and I write Paranormal Romance. I am so pleased to be heretoday, with the very prolific Tara Lain.

I had10 books published in the last year. The really hot kind, and that is why myfriends all call me 'Wicked Leanore'.

Yes, I am obsessed. I waited a long time towrite, and my family lost me for the entire span of 2010 and 2011. I was at thebook all the time. Imade three websites, and at one of them, I added 157 book covers for 80 otherauthors with my Author Helping Authors Network. I learned the HTMLcode and web design. I joined at least 70 groups, started two blogs,appeared on about 40 blogspots and I wrote 14 books.

Withthe books, I learned from 10 pro editors and I now editother author's books. I can now reformat a book into seven digital versions.

Ihave my own production company now and all we produce is entertainment; WickedMuse Productions. We do editing and design, making eBook covers and formattingbooks for the kindle upload. Just recently, I debuted my very first, and thensecond book trailers.

I have given away at least 200 books in thelast 6 months at various blogs and Hops. With the new Amazon Prime program, Ihad 13,000 books downloaded all over the world in December 2011.

I'vefound out that I just love to entertain and since I am not a supermodel, can'tsing a note and I can't paint? I paint the world into places I want to see. Ido it simply to have people come on journeys with me. The audience is myreaders and I take them away to another world for a few hours.

Whatexcites Leanore? Well… heat—scorching, heavy breathing heat. With each bookI've written, the scenes have become hotter the stories have become moreintriguing and unique. One of my series truly borders on Erotica. It is calledThe Beasts Of Forever Series.

Thesethree books have been selling like crazy. They are Erotic paranormal andreaders have said they are like no other stories they have ever read.

Infact, I have Beasts~ The King Of Vengeance up for free through the fourth ofJanuary. All of my Series books can be read as Singles, so pick it up whileit's free.
After you readone of my hot tales, you might just call me wicked too.

Thankyou for allowing me to take up a little bit of your time on this first day of2012.

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LOVE the cover! Okay guys, head over to Amazon for your FREE copy. You only have a couple days so don't forget. And great thanks to Leanore for being with us today. Hey, she calls me prolific! I'd call her inspiring.

Also, don't forget on Jan 4-- this Wednesday-- we'll celebrate my one year anniversary as a published author with the New Year Blog Hop! You can win a Kindle Fire or a $60.00 Amazon GC! There are 65 authors in the Hop and you can enter at every one and have that many entries in the grand prize drawing. HERE at my blog, the winner gets a choice of any of my books AND a $10.00 Amazon GC. Good?

Thank you for visiting the blog. : )

Are You a Romance Purist? Mistletowed Excerpt!

2011-12-30T09:59:00.000-08:00

I recently guest blogged at the new site, Guys Like Romance Too. My topic was, Are You a Romance Purist? It inspired a lot of comment so i thought i would repost it here. If you would like to see the great new site and read all the interesting comments go to this site.

Are You a Romance Purist?

I’m delighted to be part of the launch of Guys Like Romance, Too! And I have aquestion for the guys and girls who do like romance. Do you only like booksthat are pure LGBT? No girl cooties? LOL. Be honest.

When I started writing novels I was told “don’t mix upyour females in your male/male books because LGBT readers don’t like it”. Iunderstand. I do like my beautiful guys. But in real life, gay guys know womenand even have relationships with them. Some men who identify as gay have beenmarried and had children. Or had girlfriends. And certainly, gay men andstraight women are great friends. I can attest to that. So, how do you feelabout books that include women? Or straight men as well as gay men?

I came to romance novel writing late in my career after manyyears of writing non-fiction so I tend to just write what I like and thestories that fill my head. I’ve been delighted that other people seem to likethem too. Sometimes these stories aren’t pure anything (yep, pun intended). I’minterested in the fluidity of sexual identity and in people finding trueexpression for themselves. And I love stories that mix things up a bit.

Whilesome of my books are pure LGBT, I’ve also written two M/M/F ménages both ofwhich include men who consider themselves gay. I’ve written M/M and M/M/M booksincluding characters who had always thought of themselves as straight. And my ultimatemixup to date is my new holiday romance called Mistletowed. Mistletowedis definitely M/M. In fact, I would even call it LGBT although it starts withfive friends, two male/female couples and their gay best friend. Then two moreguys get thrown into the mix -- men who would probably call themselvesbisexual. Add a dash of magic and a piece of mistletoe and poof, we end up witha book that is M/M, M/F and M/M/F with BDSM. It is an ensemble piece thatdefies categorization and yet I think it will be fun and satisfying for fans ofLGBT romance. That’s my hope. My intention. Let me know if I succeed.

And just for fun, here is an excerpt from Mistletowed for your New Year enjoyment.

Five friends, one pieceof mistletoe. Christian Elliott has the perfect life -- right girlfriend, rightjob, right house and car. How come he’s only really happy when he’s with hisbest friend, Jason? Melanie Cantrell has everything she wants. Why can’t shestop cheating on her boyfriend with her yoga teacher? Buttercup Allender adoresher stable life with Winston. But shecan’t give up her secret desire for BDSM. Stir them all together at a holidayparty with a beautiful rock god and a submissive stockbroker and what do youget? It could be love and it could be magic.

Decision time. He pulled over into awaiting zone beside the road. He could chicken out and just go see Jason, venthis anger, and go home to Melanie. He could. He should. But an idea had beengrowing in his mind since Thursday after his amazing conversation with Jase. Ithad been impossible for Christian not to notice that he was fascinated by whatgay men did…sexually. Were most guys interested in gay sex and just didn’t sayso? He wasn’t sure, but he didn’t think so.

Had he always been interested in howmuch other men thought about gay sex? In truth, he’d spent a lot of his lifeavoiding thinking about sex. Since he was a teenager, anyway. It’d never seemedall that great. He got off on work and the thrill of a new campaign that movedthe market share of his company. He chuckled. More interested in bottom linesthan bottoms. He sighed. Sex wasn’t that satisfying for him. He noticed womenwere interested in him, but he didn’t care much.

But now Christian was interested. Andnot in women. He leaned back on the car seat. Shit, the alcohol was hitting himhard now. He kept wondering how it would feel to get a blowjob from a man. Heremembered wondering about that with a cute guy in his neighborhood when he wasabout fifteen. But the guy always had a girl with him, and so did Christian, sohe’d let it go. He had jerked off a couple times thinking about that guy’spretty lips. Then he’d discovered business and forgotten the whole thing. Atleast until he met Jase. Of course, Jason would never want to go there with hisbest friend, but he’d made Christian think about blowjobs again.

What would it be like? He’d tried on thethought countless times in the last three days -- before that, if he was beinghonest. Right off he noticed that the idea didn’t disgust him. Actually, beinghonest again, it kind of turned him on. He couldn’t help but think that a guywould be so much better at it than any of the women he’d known. He probablyknew the wrong women, but that wasn’t the question on the table.

What was the question on thetable? Christian felt the alcohol in his brain and tried to think around it.Okay, Sea Shell Bar, coming up. Site of his first potential male blowjob. Or atleast the candidates for it. Was he really going to do this? He giggled andslapped a hand over his mouth. Officially over the edge.

A couple of minutes later, he found amiraculous parking space on a street a few blocks from Jason’s house. Insteadof walking to his friend’s, he headed toward town and the murky little bar thathosted mostly Laguna locals, including a contingent of the town’s large gaypopulation. He’d been there with Jason a few times and always enjoyed it. Maybehe would tonight.

The little bar huddled between a largerug store and a florist. During the day you could barely see inside, it was sodark, but tonight Christian could make out a good-sized crew of preholidayrevelers gathered at the bar and playing darts in the back. Okay, asking onemore time. Was he going to do this? Shit, he had to know. He took a deepbreath and walked in, squeezing between the people near the door to find a standingspot at the bar.

He looked around. A lot of men wereclustered in couples and small groups. He could imagine calling themattractive. There were also a number of male/female couples, so just being heredid not advertise his interest. But Christian knew one thing. While he didn’tthink about his looks very often, tonight they were on his side. He knew he waspretty. Pretty enough to be noticed by someone interested in sucking cock.

“What’ll you have?”

It almost made Christian laugh. Hesmiled instead. “Bourbon and water, thanks.”

The big, muscular bartender smiled back.“Sure, beautiful.”

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Thank you for visiting the blog. Wicked Leanore is here on Sunday afternoon and Monday and then Wednesday, January 4th, look for the Huge New Year Blog Hop!! Thank you for visiting the blog. : )

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CAPA Award Nominee!! Genetic Attraction Excerpt. MMF Hotness!

2011-12-26T12:24:00.000-08:00

Hi all--
Probably by now you have heard me yelling all over town because i'm so excited to be a double CAPA nominee. These awards from The Romance Studio honor excellence in romance of all genres. First, i'll tell you i am AMAZED to find that i was nominated as Favorite Author. This list of 19 writers includes some of the best-known and most popular romance writers around-- and little me. I am so honored to be named in the same breath with these people and i'm dancin'!

Equally fantastic, my book, Genetic Attraction, is nominated in Contemporary Romance. This MMF menage was my first published novel and is still being discovered by new readers every day. So today i want to feature an excerpt from this book. You'll notice i have a warning on my blog for adults only. Usually i don't need it. Today i DO!! LOL

ExcerptADULT: Genetic Attraction by Tara Lain; M/M/F Contemprary

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At a conservative LongIsland University, renowned researcher, Dr. Emmaline Silvay, has two greatloves – her life-saving work, and her younger research partner, Jake Martin.The romantic love is impossible. She’s his boss and he lives with hisgirlfriend. The the “girlfriend” is actually a boyfriend, the beautiful andinfamous supermodel, Roan Black.

Resigned to a platonicrelationship, Em accepts a weekend invitation to their home, but the men have amenage on their minds. She can’t resist, doesn’t even want to. But theirintentions go far beyond passion. They want her to “be a part of them”. Theirthree-way love defies propriety and the standards of the University that fundstheir work. The supermodel’s fame makes secrecy impossible. Their ménagethreatens to crumble all she’s worked for. What will give way to make room forgenetic attraction?

Theymade the short ride to the hotel with his hands up her skirt and hers in hispants, not saying a word, just feeling and kissing each other until they wereboth dripping. As they pulled up to the hotel, he stuffed himself back into hispants and tried to adjust his jacket down over his massive erection. She justpulled off her wet thong, stuffed it in her purse, and stepped out of the carcommando. By the time they got to the elevator, they were both giggling andwild to fuck.

Anobviously well-heeled elderly couple rode the elevator with them, and Em triedto behave, but Roan kept reaching down and licking her neck and ear. She’d slapat him but couldn’t stop giggling. When the older couple got to their floor,the lady looked back at Em, winked, and said sweetly, “Have a nice night.”

Sheand Roan burst out laughing as the doors closed, and then they attacked eachother while the elevator continued to the penthouse. Roan picked her up, so shecould wrap her legs around him and grind her bare, throbbing pussy against thatenormous bulge. Oh God, after all the emotional turmoil, it felt like heaven tojust get lost in sex. She rode up and down on him, probably ruining that beautifulsuit, but God it felt good.

On thetop floor they staggered out of the elevator and straight into Roan’s suite.She was vaguely aware that it was beautiful and overlooked the whole city. Hecarried her straight to the bedroom, panting in her ear.

“Ohbaby, I want to fuck you so bad.” He tossed her on the bed. Her full skirtwound up around her waist, baring her naked pussy. The sight seemed to enthrallhim, so she spread her legs, making the very wet lips gape. She was stillwearing her heels.

Roangroaned while ripping off his belt and pulling the slim trousers down,revealing tight black boxer briefs that were grossly distorted by his enormouserection. Somewhere he had toed off his loafers. He pulled off socks and shovedthe briefs down and off, freeing that indescribable cock to stick out under hisstill-buttoned shirt.

In onemove he was on the bed, and shoving that huge rod into her soaked vagina.

OhGod, she’d almost forgotten what that much cock felt like. Real, seriousfriction. Just this side of pain, she felt so full, so stretched -- socomplete.

Hethrust and thrust, head thrown back, eyes shut tight. She wrapped her legsaround him, letting the heels of her pumps press into his flexing ass. A littlepain with his pleasure?

Hescreamed. “Oh, shit, yes!”

Thehuge pumping cock hit against her womb in one out of three strokes. He was toofar gone to stop, and she was too far gone to care, strapped to him with armsand legs like a monkey, pounding her hips up onto his cock, eager to take allof him as he ground against her clit.

Thepressure and the pleasure morphed into one huge cloud of feeling, surroundingand filling her until she exploded, energy shooting up her spine, through herwomb, and into her head, until she thought she might black out. She screamedRoan’s name over and over, and he cried out with her and kept crying as hepumped and pumped. Suddenly semen was leaking from her channel. Oh my God,young men came so hard -- so good.

Gasping,Roan rolled to the side so as not to crush her. He gave a little laugh. “Ithink we needed that.”

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The 12 Gays of Christmas and My Happy Wishes!

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Hi everyone! Thanks to all who stopped by and commented to Selena while she visited and congratulations to Audra! I also want to share my excitement at my book, Genetic Attraction, being a CAPA nominee for Contemporary Romance AND i was nominated for FAVORITE AUTHOR!! I'm amazed. And most of all i want to wish you all the happiest of holidays. This video is a few years old (and not all the guys are gay) but it is funny and good-hearted. May your days be filled with fun, laughter and love! : ) Tara

Dragons for the New Year! Welcome Selena Illyria. Comment Time!

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Hi all-- Sexy dragon shifters. Get ready for the Year of the Dragon with my dear friend Selena Illyria and her hot new book, Dragons at Midnight. Selena is also giving you a chance to win her newest book from Changeling Press, White Hot Christmas: Holiday Paws, as a prize to one lucky commenter, so leave us a comment and your email! Don't forget the email. Here's Se! : )

Happy New Year!

Ring in the New Year with a trio of sexy dragon shifters.

The Upcoming Chinese Year celebrates the year the dragon.When I heard that I really wanted to do a New Year’s story to celebrate it. Icame up with an idea for a ménage with dragons but I needed a heroine. Louisadidn’t start out being a tiger shifter. Originally she was going to be a preyanimal shifter but I decided I wanted the boys to have a bit of a fight,especially the one she was destined for. After going through the possibilitiesI decided to have her be a tiger shifter. I loved kitty shifters and wanted todo more of them. Writing this story has opened up the door for a mini storywithin the Dragon New Year series and I so look forward to it.

Here’s a Sneak Peek:

Excerpt Rating(PG-13),

OUT NOW!

Series: Dragon NewYear: Dragons at Midnight

Genre: Paranormal,Interracial, Ménage, Dragons

ISBN: Coming Soon!

Novella

Blurb:

Tigershifter Louisa thought she’d ring in the New Year all alone little did she knewthat three, sexy, younger dragon shifters plan on making sure she celebratesthings right. Add a little steam, some dragon shifters with a dirty mind andsome creative use of furniture and you’ve got the perfect party for four.

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Excerpt:

The plan was set, or at least Torsten had thought so. Everyangle had been considered, from the food to the sex toys to when they weregoing to leave the bar and take her home. Fletcher had agreed to stay behindand clean up, and Brent had volunteered to cook breakfast for all of them. Torhad seen to making up the guest bed so that once everything was over she’d haveher own space and wouldn’t feel overwhelmed by dragon-male testosterone.

He just wanted to make sure Brent and Fletch had everythingdown before they started the plan. “So we do it tonight?” Torsten asked. Helooked at his best friends Brent and Fletcher. He prayed they would taketonight seriously. Lately, he’d begun to think of Louisa as his. The dragonthat dwelled within him and lent him his strength had started to actterritorial toward her. Any time a man came up and flirted with her, the lizardwould roar and hiss and try to bring about the change.

It had taken all his strength to keep the dragon back. TheNew Year’s plan came out one drunken night after another unsatisfying bout ofmasturbation and wondering what Louisa was up to. He’d glanced at the calendarand realized they were only a week from the New Year. And once the Chinese NewYear kicked in, all dragons would feel a sense of empowerment that would lastthe year. He figured starting early and going after what he wanted on Januaryfirst would kick off the year just right.

Fate had been on his side when, the next day, still hungover and feeling bold, he asked Louisa her plans. None. Not a single thing.Maybe watching the ball drop and curling up with her furball companion Whisper.The cat had taken a liking to the boys, which Tor had taken as a good sign. Ifa woman’s pet hated you, then you were royally screwed, and if she got rid ofit for you then stay the fuck away.

When he proposed the plan of a night of debauchery andseduction to Brent and Fletch, whom he knew were interested in Louisa, they’dbeen all for it. Now was the time to enact it, and if the other two weren’torganized, Tor knew he’d have to do it on his own. There was no one else hewanted to share Louisa with. If he couldn’t share her with his two best friendsfrom flyling stage then he couldn’t trust anyone. He just hoped they felt thesame way about Louisa as he did. He assumed they did, since they got just asterritorial as he did when a guy hit on her.

Brent stood in front of a mirror, making sure his ink-blackspikes tipped with green looked just right. Tor resisted the urge to roll hiseyes. The man was always making sure his hair was just right. If his mug couldbe attached to a mirror without interfering with his sex life, Bret would doit.

Bret pulled one spike up and smoothed down the back of hishair before he turned around. His sky blue eyes danced with mischief. “Yup.It’s the New Year, and I heard the boss man say she’d be the one to close upshop tonight. Pretty sweet timing. But are we sure she’ll go for it? She hasn’texactly told us she wants any of us. If we show up there and she turns us downwe’ll have to find new jobs, and I for one want to keep mine.”

Tor resisted the urge to smack the younger dragon. Attwenty-two, Bret still tended to act like a moron so as not to take too muchresponsibility. Louisa had exuded an arousing musk whenever she was near one ofthem. Her pupils would dilate, and her body temperature would go up a fewnotches whenever she was around one or all of them. Of course she was sexuallyattracted to them, but Tor didn’t want to point that out. He didn’t feel heshould have to. Fletch saved him from stating the obvious.

Fletcher rolled his eyes. “Of course she wants us. She justrefuses to admit it. You know what tiger shifters are like. Don’t worry—we’llhave her purring in acquiescence in no time. Just don’t forget the lube and thetoys. I had a bitch of time shopping at Deluxe Delights. They keep looking atme funny.”

Trust Fletch to front a cocky attitude, even though doubttainted his tone. Fletch didn’t believe anything until it was stated, even ifhe did use his brain and enhanced senses. He would still act confident just sohe wouldn’t be seen as wrong.

Tor pushed aside Fletch’s distrust and snorted. “Maybe itwas because you keep looking over the bondage gear and stroking the leather,you freak. All you bought was lube, flavored condoms and some scarves.”

Color spread through Fletch’s cheeks. “We don’t want toscare her the first time out.”

Bret laughed. “Of course we don’t. Which means” —he clappedFletch on the shoulder and gave it a squeeze— “that Tor and I do the talking.You just shut up and try not to turn into a walking tomato.” He gave Fletcher’sshort, dark red hair a quick ruffle before going to grab the bag of things fortheir celebration tonight.

Tor wouldn’t press them on the emotions or important issueslike binding her to them all by the time the clock struck midnight. It would belost on them. He’d just keep it in mind. At least he intended to be mated bythis time tomorrow night. There may not be a mating heating—a fire that wouldconsume him once he’d found his mate—to confirm his urges but he didn’t care.Especially since they were two different species and only in the last fiftyyears had the tiger shifters and dragons come to a peace agreement to stopkilling each other. None of that mattered.

“So do we bring the champagne with us or use some of thegood stuff at the bar?” Tor tucked a strand of dark blond hair behind his ear.He eyed the liquor cabinet with interest. Getting her drunk would defeat thepurpose of tonight. Fun as it was, he wanted her clear-minded and sober.Besides, there were other ways to get a person drunk. He grinned at the idea ofgetting her intoxicated on them.

“Bring a bottle and the rum. And whipped cream,” Bret calledout from the hallway. Fletch rushed off to take care of some last minute thingswhile Tor headed to the wet bar.

Tor took down the bottles and added them to his bag ofthings. They’d already decided they would grab some food for later on the wayto Dragon’s Lair. Once everything was packed, he called out to the other men.“Move your asses. I’m not wasting any more time waiting for Louisa.”

Time to bind you to me, sweetness. And if we’re lucky,you’ll belong to all of us. No more flirting and innuendo. He just hoped thatthe confidence that empowered him held out. If she did turn them down he wasn’tsure his dragon wouldn’t demand that they kidnap her, bring her back here, andforce her to admit she wanted them all. Nothing would get a tiger’s back upmore than force and action. She’d be more inclined to beat the shit out ofthem, leave them bloody, and never speak to them again than fuck them all nightlong. Not only would they have lost a chance with her, but also their jobs.There would be no way they could work with her and not try again. At least hewouldn’t. Fletch and Brent wouldn’t want to show their faces in front of heragain, despite this being a small beach town. There weren’t many places adragon could go and feel comfortable. They had mountains to the east and thebeach to the south and forested land to the north and west. This was home, andit wouldn’t be anymore if Louisa turned them down.

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Cinderella and Sylwia are Reading Mistletowed!

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Hi everyone--

Winners! The two winners of the Stuff Your Stockings Blog Hop on my site are Sylwia and Cinderella. Congratulations to you both. I hope you enjoy Mistletowed. And thanks to all who came by and entered. I love meeting new people. Please come back any time!

For those that didn't win, there are still a few chances. Go over to Beautiful Boys Books and leave a comment with your email and follow the blog. You'll be entered in the drawing on Dec 25 for ANY OF MY BOOKS!

All this week, i am partying at The Romance Studio. Leave a comment on any of my posts with your email and you will be entered to win your choice of my books.

For those who would like to read Mistletowed right away, you can find it here:
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Here is what Portia at MM Good Book Reviews said about Mistletowed:

http://mmgoodbookreviews.wordpress.com/?s=Mistletowed

Review: I know there are still a couple of weeks until Christmas 2011, and I have quite a few Holiday reads still sitting in my inbox, but, so far, this has been above and beyond, my favorite holiday read.

To call it a comedy of errors is putting it mildly. All the neat little relationships we see in the beginning aren’t all they’re cracked up to be. Watching them unravel and reform was absolutely delightful. It’s amazing what a little magical mistletoe can do for one’s love life.

I’m not going to ruin it for you, by telling anymore, but I will say that there are MF, MM and MMF elements to this story. So yeah, there are girly bits, but the MM storylines are dominate.

This story is extremely well constructed; sometimes it is humorous, sometime erotic, but always entertaining. Highly recommended.

Thank you Portia, and thanks to you for coming to the blog! : )

It's Time to Stuff Your Stockings with Mistletowed!

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Hi Blog Hoppers--

My name is Tara Lain. I write the Beautiful Boys of Romance -- erotic romance, mostly M/M and menage. It's my delight to welcome you to this very fun Blog Hop with--are you ready? --193 authors participating, each offering a contest and fantastic prizes!

Here is the Link to the Blog Hop Central where you can find all the participating authors and links to their blogs.

http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/ Seriously, we are talking some fantastic writers!

Here's my contest -- very simple, or you can make it a little bit harder and have a better chance.

Leave a comment on this post. You don't have to be clever but you can be! LOL
Include your email so i can find you if you win!
Follow this blog (you can follow by GFC which obligates you to nothing so no worries)

If you would like to earn another entry in the drawing which will occur after the end of the hop, you can do this: Go to my website http://www.taralain.com Find the Mistletowed page under Books. In the excerpt posted there find the name of Jason's date who tries to force himself on Jason after they come home. Email me the answer to tara at taralain dot com. You will get another entry!

The PRIZES-- Two copies of my holiday book, Mistletowed, will be given away. If you already have it, you can still play and we will negotiate another prize, okay?

Here's a little bit about the book: Loose Id. AMAZON

Ripping the box cutter through thecardboard, Buttercup tore down another carton to take to recycling. She grabbedthe pile of books, hefted them into the front of the store, and loaded them ona shelf she’d prepared earlier. Shoot, long day and more to go. The shop wasclosed Mondays, and since Winston taught several classes, it was her chance toreally do the unpacking, stocking, and other big jobs.

A knock rattled the glass. She smiled.The shop had a lot of loyal customers, and sometimes they really neededsomething for a spiritual event or ceremony. They knew she’d sell it to them,even if she was closed. She lifted the edge of the shade that covered the glassdoor. What the heck? Melanie and Andy stood outside, scarves aroundtheir necks against the California chill.

She opened and motioned them in. “What’sup, you two?”

Melanie wore tight black yoga pants thatlooked great on her slim frame and a hooded sweatshirt. “You doing inventory,Buts?”

“Unpacking and stocking, actually. Notas tedious. Why?”

“Want a volunteer?” Mel pointed to Andy,who smiled. The man sure didn’t talk for himself much.

Buttercup noticed he was wearing workoutpants and a sweatshirt too. “You came dressed for the job?”

He looked down. “No, I was going to doyoga with Mel.”

“Then Winston told us you were workinghard over here, and Saint Andy wouldn’t hear of you doing it alone, so he mademe bring him here.”

“Really?” She looked at him, and heblushed. “Hell’s bells, I can always use help. Especially strong male help.”

“Well, you got him. I’m gonna be latefor class. Can you bring him home when you leave?”

“Sure.” Hell, the guy looked appetizingin those slim athletic pants. A lot better than khakis.

Melanie rushed off, glancing at herwatch, and Buttercup looked at her new apprentice. Why on earth had the guywanted to help her? “You sure about this? Yoga would be a lot more fun.”

He looked down and blushed again. “Yeah,I’m sure.”

“Okay. You asked for it.”

An hour later she had run cute Andyragged. He’d carried boxes, unloaded books, cut up cartons, and ferried stacksof material to the recycle bin. She asked. He did. Not a question. She’d diedand gone to heaven. She looked at him up on the stepladder. Hell’s bells, shehad a lot of cute butts in her life right now. “Hey, let’s take a break. Youlike tea?”

“Sure.”

She went back to the little kitchen areashe kept in her stockroom, poured a couple cups, and turning, found he’dfollowed her in. “You want milk or sugar?”

He smiled shyly. “How do you takeyours?”

“I like milk in this kind of tea.”

“Okay.”

They sat in the two café chairs at alittle round table shoved up against the wall. “So you’re a stockbroker?”

“Yeah. A Portfolio manager, actually.”He looked up at her through his lashes. “It’s okay to be surprised. Everyoneis.”

“’Cause you’re so, uh, quiet?”

“Yeah. But I have a gift for stockpicking and market analysis. I’m actually pretty good at it.”

“Yeah, Mel said.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to soundegotistical or anything. I --”

“Andy, quit it.”

“Yes, ma’am.” And he simply stoppedtalking.

She stared at him. “What did you say?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Why did you say that?”

His eyes stayed cast down. “Because Iwant to please you. Do what you say.”

“Why?” He didn’t answer. “Answer me,Andy.”

“Yes, ma’am. I want to do what you saybecause I like you so much, and I want to serve you.”

Well, shit. Just plain shit. “You don’teven know me.”

“Yes, ma’am, I do. I felt I was supposedto come here, and when I met you, I knew why. Because you’re my…” His eyesglanced up, then back to his teacup.

“Your what?”

“My mistress.”

Holy shit. What had she done by puttingher desires out into the universe? Created a ready-made slave? “Andy, didMelanie tell you I’m with someone?”

“Yes, but we don’t have to have sex.Just let me serve you, please.”

“Sweetheart, didn’t you just break upwith someone?”

He nodded.

“See, that’s all that’s going on. You’reon the rebound from this other woman.”

“Man.”

“Hell! Andy, was this man your dom?”

“Yes.”

“And your lover?”

He nodded.

“So you’re gay?”

“No, I’ve always been with women untilhim.”

“I’m not even a dominatrix.”

She got that glance through the lashesagain. Sexy much? “Yes, you are. You’re my Mistress Buttercup.”

She burst out laughing. “See, rightthere I fail. A dominatrix has to be named Tanya or Greta or Antonia. Certainlynot Buttercup.”

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Thank you so much for visiting the blog!! Get those stockings stuffed!

Hang On to Your Fire Balls! Stuff is Coming!!

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Hi all--

With all the excitement over the release of Mistletowed and all my great guests, i didn't stop long enough to tell you i just signed a contract for a new erotic beach romance called Fire Balls. Yep, you guessed it. Fire Balls is a sequel to the popular novella, Volley Balls, but it's a completely different story --

Rodney Mansfield is tiny, flamboyant and, oh yeah, ablack belt in karate. He is also one of southern California’s greatest artists.Too bad the work of art he really wants is firefighter, Hunter Fallon. But thegorgeous “straight gay” guy could never want the Runtback of Notre Dame, sowhen Rodney’s handsome, surfer friend Jerry develops an unexpected passion forthe beautiful firefighter, Rodney breaks his own heart by helping Jerry landhis man. And then Rod makes it worse by embarrassing Hunter when he protectshim from a firehouse bully. Hunter hates gay guys like Rodney – doesn’t he?Then why can’t he get the powerful pipsqueak’s face out of his mind… and cockout of his ass? And why does he risk his job and his life to rescue Rod from aburning building? Isn’t it time for him to admit he’s not an alpha male afterall and that he is the property of the artist?

Fire Balls will be coming in the spring from Etopia Press! Much sooner, expect the Stuff Your Stockings Blog Hop. The Blog Hop starts THIS Friday and goes the entire weekend!! You will have over 100 authors to visit, and a gazillion prizes to win including TWO copies of Mistletowed and many, many gift cards, books and other goodies. HERE is the LINK to the Hop

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And here is more good news! Mistletowed is now on AMAZON!! Get it while it's HOT!

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This will be blog hop central on Friday so be here for sure!! And there is lots more stuff going on including ANOTHER BLOG HOP at Beautiful Boys Books. Hop over there for chances to win. It's the pre-holiday gift grab! Thak you for visiting the blog. : )

Mistletowed Releases Tuesday! MM, Menage and MAGIC!!!

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Hi everyone-- My new book, Mistletowed, releases this coming Tuesday!!!!!!!!! I'm so excited for you to see this quirky story that literally has something for everyone --MM, Menage plus BDSM and MAGIC. Comment on this post and you'll be entered to win a copy in the drawing on Dec 16. Make sure to leave your email so i can find you if you win!
Then go over to http://beautifulboysbooks.blogspot.com and leave another comment with your email and follow the blog (if you haven't already) and you'll get another entry. Okay?

Here is a nibble from my holiday confection. R-rated so be warned.:

Excerpt R: Mistletowed by Tara Lain;

M/M, M/F, M/M/F with mild BDSM and atouch of MAGIC!

Coming December 13 from Loose Id

Five friends, one piece of mistletoe. Christian Elliott hasthe perfect life -- right girlfriend, right job, right house and car. How comehe’s only really happy when he’s with his best friend, Jason? Melanie Cantrellhas everything she wants. Why can’t she stop cheating on her boyfriend with heryoga teacher? Buttercup Allender adores her stable life with Winston. But she can’t give up her secret desire forBDSM. Stir them all together at a holiday party with a beautiful rock god and asubmissive stockbroker and what do you get? It could be love and it could bemagic.

“Hi, Mel, what’s up? Is somethingwrong?”

“Probably not, but I’m worried aboutChristian, and I hoped he was with you.”

“No. Should he be?”

“I think he took off toward Laguna, butthat was a few hours ago. He was pretty upset when he left.”

“Why? What happened?”

“Oh, his boss was making slurs atpeople, and Christian took offense. Seriously, it was kind of weird. Usuallyhe’s easygoing, but the last few days he’s been so different. Unsatisfied.Questioning. Like what he wants has changed. I don’t get it. Anyway, if you seehim, would you ask him to call home? He’d had some to drink, and I’m gettingpretty freaked.”

“I wouldn’t worry. He’s been working sohard. He needs some rest. But yeah, I’ll tell him to call if I find him, okay?”

“Find him?”

“I’ve got one thought where he might be,but it could be nothing. I’ll check it out.”

“Thanks. You’re such a good friend.”

He hung up and stared at the phone.Christian having a crisis? Mr. Equanimity? That was weird. But he had a hunch.Mel said he’d headed toward Laguna. Not many places were open this late, butChristian had always liked the Sea Shell Bar. He grabbed a coat and scarf andset off on foot.

It only took a few minutes to get hissuspicions confirmed. Standing in the doorway at the Sea Shell, he was witnessto a sorry sight. And also a very confusing one. Christian was there, allright. Drunk as the proverbial skunk, golden head hanging, but still somehowmanaging to look gorgeous. On either side of him, like hounds after the skunk,were two guys, both gay. Jason knew them. They leaned in and appeared to bevying for Christian’s attention, which Jase didn’t get, since he knew neitherguy was into hitting on straight men. All Christian had to say was get lost,and they’d be gone. But they weren’t gone. Maybe his friend was just too drunkto communicate.

He walked up behind Christian and put ahand on his shoulder. “Hey, buddy. I found you.”

Christian raised his head withdifficulty. Finally his eyes seemed to focus. “Jase, my friend. Jase.” Helazily rolled his head from side to side. “Guys, this is Jason. Isn’t he beautiful,my friend? Isn’t he the purtiest mathemagician you ever saw?”

Both men acknowledged Jason.

What in the hell was Christian saying?Made no sense. “Come on, buddy. Let’s get you home.”

“Not goin’ home. Gonna get my cocksucked.”

Both men looked embarrassed and glancedaround at the few remaining customers, then back at Jason.

Christian leaned back against Jase andclosed his eyes. What a warm weight. Jason raised an eyebrow at hisacquaintances. “What’s going on? He’s straight. What’s he talking about?”

The bigger man, all shaved skull andrippling muscles, shook his head. “Straight, my ass. He’s been coming on toboth of us for hours.”

The other guy nodded in agreement.

Jason gave them a disgusted look.“Hours? Doesn’t that tell you something right there? If he was serious, he’dhave been in one of your beds for an hour by now.”

“Maybe. But that guy is so gorgeous, Iwasn’t going to pass him up.”

Jase smiled. “Yeah, I can see that.”

The other man -- smaller, slim --shrugged. “Frankly I think it’s you he wants. He hasn’t stopped talking aboutyou since he got here. Kind of a turnoff, but like Wendell said, he is reallypretty.”

Jason shrugged. “I’m just the only gayguy he knows. No basis for comparison.” He propped Christian up. “Come on, bro,let’s go to my house.”

“Oh good. Will you suck my cock, Jase?That would be the best thing of all. Would you?”

Oh shit, this was so not happening!“You’re drunk. Let’s go.”

He managed to get Christian on his feetand moving. Wendell stepped forward. “Need help?”

Jason was a couple inches shorter thanChristian and even more slender, but he figured he was strong enough unlessChristian went deadweight on him. “I think I got it.”

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Get CAUGHT by Cassandra Carr! BDSM Holiday Hottie.

2011-12-08T02:00:00.000-08:00

Hi all--
My guest today is friend, Cassandra Carr. Cassandra and i have been pals since we both started writing fiction and will be sharing our experiences from this wild and wonderful first year at a workshop at RT in April in Chicago. I hope some of you are planning on coming to RT. It's going to be a blast! Okay, comments!! Leave a comment and you can win a set of Cassandra's trading cards from her popular book, Head Games. You will also be entered in my drawing on Dec 16 for Mistletowed or Deceptive Attraction. LEAVE YOUR EMAIL! Now, here is Cassandra to tell us a bit about her and her new HOT BDSM novel for the holidays, Caught. (Isn't that cover YUMMY?)

Thanks for having me, Tara! I guess I'm on the hot seat,huh?

1. Why a BDSM-themed holiday novella?

Honestly, because I wanted to see if I could write a BDSMstory and so when Loose Id put out a call for holiday books I jumped at thechance. They didn't stipulate they had to BDSM, but I figured if I was able tovet my story idea before writing it I'd at least know the concept was sound.The fact it's a holiday story just made it even more fun to write!

2. Tell us about the book.

Sure! Callie, our intrepid heroine, comes back to herhometown for the holidays. It's the first time she's been home in three years.She attends a party given by some of her old grad school friends and runs intoher ex-Dom, Jack. They talk and Callie agrees to sub for him while she's home,but Jack has no intention of this being a temporary situation. Can Callie giveJack her submission AND her heart?

3. How did you incorporate the holidays into the book?

Jack is a very inventive Dom, and he uses candy canes,tinsel, garland, and a slew of other fun things during their scenes. Theholiday itself also figures in, as does New Year's Eve.

4. Are you planning to write more BDSM stories?

Yes! In fact, I have one coming out in early 2012 fromEllora's Cave titled Impact. Compared to Caught it's more like BDSM-lite, but Idoubt the readers will be disappointed. And the hero is a professional bullrider!

5. What else do you have coming up?

Oh gosh, where to start...In January 2012 Ellora's Cave willrelease Take Me at the Ballgame, a short story which will help launch theirbrand-new EC for Men line. Then Impact will probably release in February, andhopefully book 2 of my Buffalo Intimidators series, Cold As Ice, will releasein March. Additionally, my debut release, Talk to Me, will print in early 2012,and Head Games, which is Buffalo Intimidators book 1, will print in March. AndI hope to have lots of other news, so stay tuned to my website at http://www.booksbycassandracarr.com!

6. Can you give us a sneak peek at any of those upcomingtitles?

I aim to please. Here are blurbs for Take Me at theBallgame, Impact, and Cold As Ice:

Take Me at the Ballgame: Sports writer JTLovejoy has a chance that’s too good for a middle-aged, divorced guy to passup—no-strings sex with a hot young intern. Of course, there might never be abed involved, since they keep meeting in the press box. Not that JT’scomplaining. How can he when a beautiful woman offers herself with nocommitment? If he’s smart, he won’t. And JT is a smart man.

Impact: Conner Raub hides a secret from theworld, including his best friend, Brady - he's a Dom. But when he meets asubmissive who pulls at his Dom tendencies, will he be able to deny his trueself? Jessica Talbot is new to the BDSM scene, but after seeing Conner come tothe aid of a submissive being mistreated in a club, she sets out to have himfor her own. She'll do whatever it takes to make him realize he can have it all- a career, true love, and the BDSM lifestyle he craves.

Cold As Ice: Luc, Carter, and Jake make up theBuffalo Intimidators' top scoring line. Each of them is also a client ofmassage therapist Eva. When they decide they want to be more than clients, theyapproach her. Eva's been secretly lusting after the guys for months but wasafraid to say anything, trying to keep everything on a professionallevel. She agrees to a menage relationship, but when people on the teamstart getting sick, will it turn into more than a fun roll in the hay with herhockey boys?

7. Anything else you'd like the readers to know?

I also teach workshops - right now I have a Twitter 101 andTwitter for Intermediate Users course, as well as one on Author Marketing andBranding. I just put up a Workshops page on mywebsite, so if you're interested in any of those, check it out!

Thanks so much for giving the floor today, Tara. I had fun!

BIO:

Cassandra Carr is amulti-published erotic romance writer who lives in Western NewYork with her husband, Inspiration, and her daughter, Too Cute for Words.When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out on Twitter. Herdebut novel, Talk to Me, was released by Loose Id on March 22, 2011. HeadGames, Buffalo Intimidators book 1, released on November 2,2011 from Siren Bookstrand, Caught will release December 13,2011 from Loose Id, and Impact is coming in early 2012 from Ellora's Cave.For more information about Cassandra, check out her website at http://www.booksbycassandracarr.com,"like" her Facebook fan page athttp://www.facebook.com/AuthorCassandraCarr orfollow her on Twitter at http://www.twitter.com/Cassandra_Carr.

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And here's a generous excerpt from Caught!

'They’re really taking this politically correct thing too far.'

Stepping from the foyer into the living room, Callie spied a twinkling Christmas tree in the corner. On the mantel, a lit menorah burned, the candles flickering as the people nearby jostled for position as more and more guests crammed into the room. This was a boisterous crowd; already drinking like it was New Year’s. Advancing further into the room, she noticed the Kwanza decorations and rolled her eyes.

'Pick a holiday and go with it, people. You can’t please everyone.'

She sought out the host and hostess, old friends from her grad school days, and said hello, handing over the obligatory “Thanks for inviting me” bottle of wine. They chatted for a bit to catch up before she grabbed a cocktail and made her way toward the dining room in search of other former classmates and some food. The smells of the various delicacies wafted by, making her mouth water in anticipation. She had just gotten into town and was starving. Plopping a slice of Cheddar cheese onto a cracker, she stuffed it into her mouth and then looked up -- and everything inside her came to a screeching halt.

Jack was there.

With a beer hanging from his long, rough fingers, he leaned against the wall, casual as can be, while her world tilted on its axis. He looked so good-- still the same tall, well-muscled body, still the same olive skin, black hair, and full lips. His Italian ancestry lent him an air of exoticness, and she’d always been a sucker for that.

Her stomach roiled. The cracker caught in her throat, choking her. As she began to cough and sputter, he turned to see what the commotion was, and their gazes met. Callie watched as his eyes went dark with heat and recognition. A blush rushed up her chest through her neck and into her face. With suddenly cold fingers, she touched her burning skin.

He brought his beer to his lips and took a long pull, his tongue sneaking out to catch a stray drop from his top lip. Her gaze followed the movement. His own intense gaze never left her face. Even when his companion said something to him, he merely nodded and kept the whole of his attention on her. She took a fortifying sip of her vodka and cranberry juice, then another, longer gulp, trying to dislodge the cracker from her throat. And still he stared.

And she did the same damn thing she’d done three years ago when she’d gotten scared by his demands, his power -- she ran. Cursing herself for her cowardice, she nonetheless wove her way through the crowd, setting her drink down on the nearest available surface as she rushed past. But before she made it to the front door, she felt his hand, still chilled from holding the beer bottle, curl around her overheated arm. “Long time no see. Leaving so soon, Callie?”

He pulled her around to face him, he backed her up against the wall in the foyer. With him this close, with his touch and his smell and his sheer size surrounding her, her body betrayed her, just like it always had where he was concerned. Her nipples tightened, her pussy ached, and her breath quickened. “What are you doing here?” She sighed at her own stupidity for asking something so obvious.

“These are my friends. A better question to ask is -- what are you doing here?”

“I came back to town for the holidays, and I wanted to see some of my old grad school buddies. I guess I-I didn’t think about the possibility of you being here.”

“Is me being here a problem?”

“No,” she answered too quickly.

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

'Dammit! What else am I going to admit to him?'

“I still want you. I want to touch you. I need to touch you. May I?” At her silent nod, he lightly rested his hand around her throat. Not hard enough to choke, but enough to establish his dominance over her.

'Like he needs to establish that. How could I possibly forget who and what he is?'

Callie shivered. God, she wanted him. She’d never been as scared or as excited or felt as alive as she had during the year and a half she had subbed for Jack. Seeing him again made her want to get down on her knees and give him anything he wanted. If she remembered correctly, that was everything. But could he give it back to her? Before, he’d been unable or unwilling to, and when she hadn’t been able to handle loving him without reciprocation anymore, she’d left.

Her lips were parched, and she darted her tongue out to wet them. His eyes turned black as they blazed back at her. “I want you too.” And it was the truth. She wanted him, and this time, she’d have him. If she ran away again, she knew she’d regret it for the rest of her life.

“Are you collared?”

“No.”

“Seeing anyone?”

She turned the question around. “Are you seeing anyone?” A strange look passed over his face, but Callie couldn’t interpret it before it was gone.

“No. Answer me, Callie -- are you seeing anyone?”

“No.”

Letting out a soft growl, Jack cupped the back of her neck in his large hand and kissed her. There was nothing gentle in his kiss -- there never had been. This kiss was one of possession, of establishing even more control. He pressed in further, molding his body to hers while he continued to plunder her mouth. He didn’t force his tongue inside; he didn’t have to.

Surrendering, she relaxed and let him take her. He let out a grunt of satisfaction and changed the angle of her head so he could deepen the kiss. He slid a powerful thigh between hers as she moaned from the sensual onslaught.

After long moments he pulled away, grabbed her hand, and led her toward the back of the house. Callie gasped when he pushed her into a bedroom and kicked the door closed. She whirled around to face him but couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye, reverting to the naturally submissive pose of staring at his feet, her hands behind her back. She hadn’t subbed for anyone in the three years she’d been gone and was amazed at how quickly the submissive veil slipped over her again. He chuckled.

“My pet, you’re still a delightful submissive, I see.” He took a gentle hold on her chin and pulled her face up to his. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you, since the moment you walked into my classroom. I know I’m a selfish bastard, but I’m going to ask for this most exquisite Christmas present anyway: will you submit to me again?”

Callie nodded, too overcome with emotion to speak.

“I want to hear the words -- I want you to be sure.”

“Yes, I’ll sub for you,” she managed to get out around the lump in her throat.

“Good. Then you’ll be available to me insofar as you’re able to, barring other commitments. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she answered, the word hardly loud enough to be considered a whisper. She licked her lips again.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“By the way, I’m clean. I was tested a few months ago. You?”

“Yes, Sir, same.”

He stepped forward and shoved her to her knees. She went willingly. Callie wanted this -- she wanted to show him she could handle him this time. Keeping her eyes trained on the floor, she waited for his next move. He let her stew for a minute and then pulled her to him, undoing his pants with his other hand. He guided his already-erect cock into her mouth, and she took it, letting his essence wash over her tongue, relearning the contours of the head, the smoothness of the shaft, as he sawed in and out of her mouth with brutal strokes. He’d never been easy on her, and tonight was no exception.

He pulled his still-hard cock out of her mouth, resting just the very tip on her bottom lip. “How long are you in town for?”

Callie drew back enough to answer, “Through the first of the year.”

She looked up in time to see him smile. “Excellent. We have a few weeks, then.” He thrust all the way to the back of her throat, and she struggled not to gag. He held the back of her head with both hands, forcing her to take his dick all the way to the root, and held it there for several seconds. “Where are you staying?” He pulled out again. He had always liked carrying on conversations as Callie sucked him -- reinforcing his dominance by repeatedly pulling out and then shoving back into her mouth as he saw fit.

“With Lora,” she answered, naming her oldest friend.

“Ah, not far from me. I still live on Tremont. Is she going to let you play?”

“Lora lets me do whatever I want -- she doesn’t judge.”

“I think I’m really going to enjoy the holidays for the first time in a long while.” He went up on tiptoe and pushed back into her mouth, tilting her head until it was at the angle he wanted, and then began ruthlessly plundering her depths. “It’s been a long time since you’ve tasted my cum, my sweet. You’re going to swallow it -- every drop, like the gift it is.”

A scant few seconds later, Callie felt his cock swelling even larger, growing even longer, and then after pulling back until only his cockhead remained inside her mouth, he was coming; straining, as jet after jet of warm, salty liquid shot onto her tongue and slid down her throat. When he was finally spent, he withdrew completely and put himself back together. She remained on her knees, the denim of her jeans little protection from the hardwood floor.

Some might say she gave in too easily, but as Callie considered the man before her who’d turned her world upside down now for the second time, she knew that wasn’t true. Not at all. Her soul was at peace for the first time in years. She was a different person than she’d been all those years ago. Callie was what and where she needed to be: she just had to figure out how to hold on to the fragile sense of contentment she’d discovered tonight.

He briefly stroked the side of her face, then leaned down to touch his lips to hers. “Give me your number.” She started to reach into the purse that had fallen beside her on the floor. He chuckled. “You may rise.” Standing up with her purse, she pulled a small sheet from the memo pad she always kept with her. “Still jotting notes, I see.”

“Yes, you never know where or when you’ll find inspiration,” she answered, quoting one of his own mantras back to him. After writing down her cell phone number, she handed him the paper.

He held up it and kissed it. “I’ll be in touch.” After taking one last look at her, he left the room.

She sat down on the bed, touching the tips of her fingers to her lips. Undoubtedly he thought he’d scored a great coup, bringing her back into his fold. Little did he realize, though… Sometimes the hunter becomes the hunted.

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Meet The Real Saint Nic with Drea Becraft! Plus Story Link.

2011-12-06T12:12:00.001-08:00

Hi everyone. Welcome back my friend, Drea Becraft, who is bringing us a whole new take on the jolly old elf, The Real Saint Nic. Plus, scroll down and find the link to Drea's holiday gift to you, a FREE Read called My Wish for Christmas is You. Remember, if you comment on Drea's post, you get another entry in my drawing on Dec 16 for my soon to be released holiday book, Mistletowed, or Deceptive Attraction, my new menage.( For full details click here) And here's Drea! : )

Thank you so much for havingme on your blog today Tara.

Tis the season…yes that’sright the Christmas season.

I have most of my outsidefamily already bought for but my children only a few things so far. I am so looking forward to seeing all the facesof my loved ones as they open their gifts.

Below is the info on mynewest release The Real Saint Nic…ONLY $0.99...I hope it strikes your fancy.

Free Read (My Wish ForChristmas Is You): http://dreabecraft.com/bookshelf/free-read/

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Blurb:

Aimee’s life changed onenight, not long ago, when she staked a vampire to save another. Still reelingfrom that life changing night, Aimee decides to go home with Brenda, her bestfriend, for the holidays. She never expected Brenda’s brother, who comes offmore like the Grinch then Santa, to have so many saint like qualities. Yearsspent alone, with no family or friends, plays heavy on her mind but Nic couldpossible be the one who changes it all.

Christmas has always been a sore spotfor Nicolai. He’s the real saint Nic, but society has him all wrong. He’s nosaint. In truth, he’s a vampire. Over the centuries, Nic has spent the holidaysfighting off the ridicule from his younger brother and giving to those lessfortunate, not seeing his own worth. Until one mortal, brought home by his sisterBrenda, changes the holiday and his outlook on life for eternity.

Is it possible that Nic hasfinally found his Mrs. Clause? When worlds meld, can Aimee find the happy everafter she once asked Santa for so many years ago, or is she doomed to spendforever lonely on Christmas?

Excerpt:

With a flick of his hand, thelights next to the bed turned on as did a few lamps across the room. Once myeyes adjusted, I got a better look at the amount of presents. Hundreds,littered the room. The only space not filled was around the bed and a path totwo doors in opposite directions. Red, green, and golds splattered the room ina festive show of color.

“You really are Saint Nic.”Astonished I tried desperately to keep my mouth closed.

“Please don’t call me that.”

“Why not?” Turning away fromthe presents I turned my gaze to Nic’s in question.

“Because I’m nowhere near asaint.” Brows furrowing Nic stared intently at the computer screen.

“Then how did you get thename?”

“That would be Jaysen’sdoing. One day, not to long after I started giving the gifts, we got into anargument. I don’t remember most of what was said, after all, it was quite awhile ago, but I do remember the comment was rather snide. To this day neitherof us knows how it ended up outside our argument, but it still reminds me ofthat comment. Besides saints are deemed so because of the greatness they do formankind all I do is give a few toys to some kids.”

Moved by the noticeable hurtin his eyes, a relentless knot twisted in my stomach. Though I still didn’tknow him, the connection between us grew with each passing moment.

Whether it was hormones orthe fact that we were supposed to be mates, I didn’t know, but I couldn’t standto see him sad.

I scooted out of the bed andmade my way to him, wrapping paper shuffling under my feet. Then, as if it werethe most natural thing to do, I lowered myself into his lap and hugged himclose. “To those kids you are the world.”

“That’s why I do it everyyear. Though not in the grand scale that everyone thinks. I try to help atleast a few orphanages and hospitals each year.”

“See, you are a saint. Everyyear you create the biggest rush of hope and joy to the children across theworld. Though you can‘t help them all, the small sacrifices you have made overthe centuries have helped to shape our world and helps friends and familieslearn the true meaning of giving. Without you there would be no hope of aperfect

Christmas. If that isn‘t theact of a saint, I don‘t know what is.”

With a grunt in my ear, Nic’sarms tightened around me as he buried his head in the hair between my shoulderblade and ear.

Pulling away slightly, Iraised my hands and held each side of his head. My fingers ran though thesilken strands of his hair using that leverage I brought his head up until oureyes met. Leaning down I kissed his full lips with a slight brush of mine.

You are the best mateanyone could ask for. Speaking while ourmouths were still fused, Nic sipped from my lips slowly.

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Tristram La Roche Brings The Hun and the General For You

2011-12-04T14:00:00.000-08:00

Hi everyone--
Today i'm welcoming my friend, Tristram LaRoche, back to the blog with his amazing new book, The Hun and the General. I particularly asked Tris to help launch his book here because i think it's so exciting. I'll let him introduce it, but be sure and leave a comment with your email (don't forget the email). I'd also appreciate it if you follow the blog -- but not a requirement! LOL The comment gives you TWO contest entries. You may win a copy of The Hun and the General AND you'll also be entered in the drawing for my books Mistletowed and Deceptive Attraction on Dec 16. How's that for a deal? Okay, here's Tris--

Where Did That Hun Come From?

I have to admit that my latest novella,The Hun and The General, is a bit special to me. It’s my first historical storyand I enjoyed writing it so much that I can guarantee I’ll be writing more.This would come as a surprise to my school history teacher who was so bad athis job he managed to convince me that I hated the subject. His lessons weresimply him telling us to read Chapter X in a book while he spent the rest ofthe time reading the newspaper, and the homework was writing about Chapter X.It never varied and we never got any feedback on our homework. Can you wonderit turned a fifteen year-old off the subject? Fortunately, my natural interestreturned as I got older.

We travelled around and lived indifferent parts of Europe when I was young. I’m grateful for that, even thoughit meant I never had any place that was really home, as it opened my eyes andmy mind. It was then I fell in love with Rome and became attracted to itsancient history. So when a couple of my fans on Goodreads said ‘Oh, write aboutAttila the Hun’ I really took it to heart.

Although just about everyone has heardof the famous barbarian, little is actually known about him or his people. Thisgave me a good deal of scope to take what few facts we have and weave them intoa fictional tale of political intrigue. The Hun and The General is necessarilyquite brutal and graphic in parts, but it’s a love story about how arelationship between two powerful men can change the course of history. We mustalways remember that 1,500 years ago people, especially leaders of people, didnot share our sensibilities. Killing was often a simple necessity, andsexuality was something very fluid and undefined. Attila may have been abarbarian marauder, but it is unlikely he was as bigoted as some of our fellowcitizens are today.

The Hun and The General, published byEtopia Press on 2^nd December. Here are some buy links:

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Excerpt:

Pannonia, 5th Century AD

Attilasmashed his fists into the table, toppling his cup of mare’s milk. “They callme The Scourge of God and yet dare to question my orders?”

Thewarrior held his king’s gaze. “Your Highness—”

“Don’tYour Highness me, you blubbering fool. I’m sick of your groveling, Barbax.Speak frankly to me, without fear.” Attila rounded the huge table and broughthimself up close to the trembling warrior. “Or shall I have you impaled andleft out on the plains as a warning to others?”

Barbaxshook his head. His lower lip trembled and his voice wavered. “N-no, Attila. Ibeg you, not that. If I am to die, let it be by your hand, with your sword.”

Attilaflung his arms wide and Barbax flinched.

“Howcould I kill you?” Attila laughed and slapped Barbax on the shoulder. “Of allmy warriors, you are the one I need at my side when we take Constantinople.”

“Yes,Attila. Of course.” Barbax shifted from one foot to the other, his eyesaverted.

“But?”

Barbaxstared at him blankly.

“I’mwaiting for the but. Come on, man, show me your guts. Tell me why weshouldn’t seize what’s left of the Roman Empire once and for all.” Attilaturned to the table and saw the fallen goblet, the milk dripping off to soakinto the mat on the floor. He bellowed to the far side of the room. “Girl,fetch ale.” He perched on the edge of the table and smiled. “Let us drink, myfriend. See if the barley loosens your tongue more than your king’s wishes seemto.”

A slavegirl scurried in, carrying a jug and two goblets, which she set on the table.

“Hurryup, woman, or I’ll tear your womb from you with my bare hands.” He grabbed thegirl from behind as she bent over the table to pour the beer. He pulled her bythe hips until his cock pressed against her buttocks. “Or maybe you’d like usboth to give you a good fucking?” He let her go and laughed. “Away with you. Wecan pour our own ale.”

Attilafilled one silver goblet and gave it to Barbax, then shook the dregs of milkfrom his wooden cup and served himself. He took a long swig and wiped his mouthwith the back of his hand. “Well, get on with it then.”

Barbaxswallowed hard. “Theodosius has made Constantinople impregnable.”

“Nothingis impregnable, except that Visigoth wife of yours.”

“Thewalls he’s built around the city are like nothing else on earth.”

“Andnothing on earth has ever stopped us.”

“But thisis different. Constantinople is weeks away.”

“We’vemarched farther.”

“But notwith the machines we’ll need if we are to even break one brick. We’ll needbattering rams and towers and—”

“Andwe’ll take them. We’ll take all we’ve got, ironworkers and carpenters too, andthen we’ll take Constantinople. I’ll personally impale that snake Theodosiusbefore I piss on his throne.” He drained his cup and slammed it onto the table.“Start the preparations. I want to leave before the rainy season.”

“ButAttila—”

“Butnothing! Now get out of my sight before I put you over the table and do what Ishould have done to that serving wench.”

Attila stroked his fine beardwith his fingers and watched Barbax leave. Pillaging had served their peoplewell, but they had need of greater wealth now. Yet despite his bravado, thewarrior king hoped for an alternative to the march on Constantinople. Barbaxspoke the truth. With so much to transport, they would move slowly. Word oftheir approach would reach Constantinople long before they did, and EmperorTheodosius would have time to prepare. What Attila needed was a miracle.

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Website: http://tristramlaroche.com

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