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Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Cover Reveal Blitz: Cowboys Don't Ride Unicorns by Tara Lain


Readers have been eagerly waiting to learn more about COWBOYS DON'T RIDE UNICORNS, the second installment in the COWBOYS DON'T Series!! 



Cowboys Don't Ride Unicorns
(Cowboys Don't Series, #2)
By Tara Lain

Blurb

Cowboy Danny Boone—a name he made up one drunken night and has regretted ever since—harbors a big past and yearns for a small future. A short, bright career as a champion bull rider almost ended in his death when his homophobic father discovered Danny was gay. Now Danny longs for a plot of land he can build a ranch house on and enough money to make up for some of the education he missed. 

Danny also hides a preference for beautiful femmes who like to top—a combo rarer than a unicorn. Then onto the guest ranch where Danny works drives San Francisco decorator Laurie Belmont, a young man so gorgeous he makes horses gasp, and so ballsy he almost kills Danny’s attacker. 

Laurie’s trying to find his way out from under the thumb of a domineering mother, helpless father, and rich, privileged boyfriend. But no matter the attraction, their lives are worlds apart, and cowboys don’t ride unicorns.

Release Date: 
March 3/22/2017


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Excerpts



The man walked around to the other side of the car and opened the door. A graceful, manicured hand emerged, and he took it. Out came a long leg in skin-tight black pants tucked into knee-high boots. What followed forced Danny’s jaw to drop an inch. Tall, though shorter than Danny or Rand, and slim as a greyhound, but there the resemblance to a dog ended. Holy fucking crap. The guy—and it was a guy based on the way those pants cupped his package—wore a scarf around his head, wrapped like Grace Kelly or Audrey Hepburn in the old movies. He reached up and whipped it off. His shoulder-length hair beneath shone like—what was that color Apple called its phones? Rose gold. Almost silver. Almost pink. Huge dark glasses covered his eyes, but he turned his head and stopped, facing Danny. One rose-gold eyebrow rose above the upper rim of the glasses.

The other guy—oh right, he was still there—-turned and saw Danny too. He waved a hand. “Hi. You look like the right type for this vacation.” He laughed at his own joke as he walked forward with his hand extended. He grasped Danny’s still catatonic hand and shook it. “I’m Grove Chilcott. This is my companion, Laurie Belmont.”

Danny cocked his head. “Laurie?”

The young man smiled. “Short for Lawrence. Haven’t you ever read Little Women?”

Danny didn’t answer. Couldn’t. That voice. Like someone mixed Marilyn Monroe and Scarlett Johansson with some champagne and stirred. The words slithered down his spine and attacked his balls like an aphrodisiac. His cock started pressing against his zipper. Shit, I’m in so much trouble. He pulled at the brim of his hat. “Sorry, can’t say as I have.”

Chilcott laughed. “Come on, Laurie, don’t test the cowboy on his literature choices before you’ve unpacked.”

Danny stuck the straw back between his lips. “Uh, I’m Danny Boone. Let me show you to your room. I’ll help with your bags.”

Chilcott slapped a hand against his own chest. “You’ve gotta be kidding with that name. Our dude ranch guy is named Daniel Boone?”

“Danny.”

“Still, I expect the Punk’d cameras to leap out at me.” He laughed, but at least it was good-natured. Not a total asshole. “And if you’re talking about carrying Laurie’s bags, you’re gonna need you and an army.”


Laurie had thought they’d get here, he’d hold his breath for eight seconds while Danny risked his life, and they’d go home. No such luck. The competition included two rounds. One in the morning and one in the afternoon—the “short go,” Danny told them. Of course, Danny might not make it that far. Shit, I might not make it either.

The smell of horses, cows, and sweat filled his head like smoke. He’d imagined all that testosterone crowded into one place would be an aphrodisiac, but the arena had an odd feeling. Uncomfortable. Embarrassing to admit, but Laurie’d taken pains to look butch today—as butch as he could—so as not to make Danny uncomfortable, but apparently butch Laurie didn’t measure up in this rarified alpha-male universe. Cowboys walked by and eyed him, some looking shocked and others mean. Only a few appeared admiring or even neutral. Laurie shivered. Hell, he lived in San Francisco and decorated people’s houses. His personal style got him extra points in his world, but not here, baby. Pay attention. That’s how different you and Danny are.

Danny was saying, “Okay, I’ve got to go back and get ready for my first ride.”

Andy smiled, awestruck. “Did you already choose your bull?”

“No, I don’t get to choose. I’m just an also-ran here, so my bulls are picked randomly.”

“Do you know who you got?” Andy looked worried.

“His name’s Humdinger. I saw him. I think he lives up to it.”

Another rider walked by and gave Laurie a surprised look. Better than some. Laurie said, “Hey, Danny, where’s your helmet? A lot of the riders have them.”

“I don’t use one. I need my hat for balance.”

Laurie felt his mouth fall open. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

Danny lowered his head and gazed at Laurie under the hat brim, which he reached up and pulled. “Hell, I gotta give that beast a fighting chance.” With a grin, he sauntered off toward the rider’s entrance to the arena.

Rand snorted, Aliki clapped, and Laurie just stared, mesmerized by the flexing muscles in that gold-medal ass.


Cowboys Don't Series







Cowboys Don't Come Out
Bk #1


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About the Author




Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 32. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft.  She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog near the sea in California where she sets a lot of her books.  Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!


You can find Tara at Lain

               



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Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Release Day Blitz: Ex-Con: Part 3 by Katana Collins



Your wait is now over! 
The conclusion of EX-CON by Katana Collins 
is now available! 



Ex-Con: Part 3
(The Harrison Street Crew)
by Katana Collins

Blurb:

Worse than bad. Hotter than hot. These are the bad boys of the Harrison Street Crew, and they answer to no one. They take what they want. And what they want is you.

Volume Three of a three-part volume

Shane McGill learned one thing from prison—if you get a second chance, don’t screw it up. Shane doesn't regret a single second of his life once he's found Charlie. She’s the happiest, hottest, most important thing to happen to him. But as tensions rise in the Harrison Street Crew, his relationship with Charlie takes on a new level of heat, and danger…



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HARRISON STREET CREW SERIES

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About The Author

Katana Collins is lucky enough to love her day job almost as much as she loves writing. She splits her time evenly between photographing boudoir and newborn portraits and writing steamy romances in a variety of genres -- paranormal, contemporary, new adult and suspense.

She lives in Portland, Maine, with an ever-growing brood of rescue animals: a kind of mean cat, a very mellow chihuahua, and a very not mellow lab puppy... oh yeah, there's a husband somewhere in that mix, too. She can usually be found hunched over her laptop in a cafe, guzzling gallons of coffee, and wearing fabulous (albeit sometimes impractical) shoes.


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Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Tara Lain's "Fire Balls" Blog Tour



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Fire Balls
(Balls to the Wall Series, Bk #2)
By Tara Lain

Blurb:

Renowned artist Rodney Mansfield stands five foot six, has pink hair, six earrings, a black belt in karate—and a desperate yearning for firefighter Hunter Fallon. But Rod, the Runtback of Notre Dame, knows he’ll never land the beautiful “straight gay” guy, so Rod musters his altruism and helps his more masculine friend Jerry attract Hunter. As if a broken heart wasn’t enough, Rod saves Hunter from a firehouse homophobe—humiliating Hunter in front of his dad!

Hunter lives a dream life—his father’s dream. While he’d like to teach literature in college, read poetry in the sun, and find a strong guy to top him, he fights fires for his dad. Hunter hates flamboyant guys like Rodney. So why can’t he resist him? Maybe it’s time to admit this is one flame he has no desire to put out.




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Excerpts


He leaned back on the couch. “Anyway, he’s dreamy, straight-up divine. Sweet and nice and smart. Shit, man, have you ever seen anything so beautiful?”
Too much. Rod got up and went back to the easel. At least he didn’t have to stare into Jerry’s smitten face. Crap, he wanted to be happy for the guy. He really did. “He’s beautiful, all right.”
“And guess what? He asked about you.”
No breath. “He, uh, did?”
“Yeah. Said you were so talented. See, I told you not to leave.”
“Didn’t want to be a third wheel.”
“Hey, my man, you’re my brother from another mother. What I got, you got. So I’m going on another date with him, and he loves to read and shit. Could you tell me some stuff to talk about?”
Oh dear God. “So what have you read, Jerry?”
He looked at his hands. “I, uh, read a few romance novels.”
“I think it’s okay to talk about those, but you have to know some other writers too. So think. What did you read in high school?”
“Comic books.”
“Graphic novels?”
“Yeah. Man, I love Watchmen and X-Men and Batman.”
“Comic books.” He walked over to a bookshelf he kept tucked away in the corner of the studio. When he rested on the couch, he loved to read himself to sleep. “Have you ever heard of Lord Byron?”
Jerry shook his head. “Sounds like a rock star.”
“He kind of was for his time. He was a poet.” He took out a slim volume and began to read from Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage. “Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean—roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; man marks the earth with ruin—his control stops with the shore.” When he got to “unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown” he looked up.
Jerry’s big blue eyes shone with tears. “Hey, man, that’s awesome. Probably not a surfer, I guess. All the ‘thees’ and ‘thous’ sound kind of old. But that dude knew what a surfer feels, man. We ride on top of the—what did he call it?—deep and dark blue ocean. And we know we can sink and never be heard from again, man. Axed. It’s how we want to go if we gotta.”
He had to stop underestimating this man. Rod walked over to the couch and handed the book to Jerry. “Just be yourself. He’s got to love you.”
“Wow, thanks. But I’ll read this, man. Every word, or at least the words I understand, okay?”
He smiled. “Okay.”
“I sure do like the way you read it, though.”

Rod laughed, took back the book, and began to read.


The firefighters piled out onto the hard-packed dirt drive and hauled the hose toward the hydrant out by the highway. Shit, they were just going to make it… if they were lucky.
“Save him. Help, please, help,” one woman screamed, pointing toward the building.
What? He gave his spot on the hose to another man and ran to the woman’s side. “Ma’am. What do you mean?”
The woman on the driveway was white as a cloud and pointing, her mouth working. “Rod. Rodney. He ran in. Do something.”
He gripped her arm. “Ran in? Rodney ran in there?” Ice froze his heart.
“Yes, yes. I came over to see, and suddenly he just ran past me and straight in the door. I don’t know where his car is….”
Hell no! He pulled on his respirator and ran toward the door of the studio. His heart beat way too fast. Had to get control. Why, why would Rod do it? What was worth his life? His life. He couldn’t die. Hell, no.
“Fallon, wait. Don’t go in alone,” Cam screamed behind him.
Hell, no. No time to wait. Rod was in there.
The screen door, the damned squeaky screen door, hung half off its hinges. He tore it away and, hunched against the heat, moved into the studio. Smoke. Embers raining down. The heat pushed like a wall through his gear. The flames crawled along the half-missing roof like a snake slinking along a branch, hissing.
Stop. Think. The part of the structure closest to the door remained most intact. He dropped to the floor and scooted along a few feet. Not much in here. Beside him, the old desk had burned nearly to ash. His heart hammered. Breathe slowly. Don’t panic.
Where is he? Can’t be too late. No, hell, no. Never too late. He crawled another couple of feet and pressed his head down by the floor, squinting through the smoke…. Yes!
A body. Rod. Collapsed on the floor clutching a small canvas to his chest. The insane idiot. No painting was worth this. Crouching, Hunter covered the few steps.

Jesus, Rod looked so small. And… so still. Hell, no. Hunter pulled Rod into his arms. Felt right. Felt good. Hunter took off his respirator and fitted it over Rod’s nose and mouth. Breathe for me, baby. Rod’s body hung, limp as a doll.




The Balls to the Wall Series


Volley Balls
Bk #1



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About the Author



Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 32. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft.  She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog near the sea in California where she sets a lot of her books.  Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!


You can find Tara at Lain

               






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