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Tuesday, August 22, 2017

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A sexy billionaire with a secret and learning
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FALLING FOR THE BILLIONAIRE WOLF AND HIS BABY 
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Falling for the Billionaire Wolf and His Baby
(Blood Moon Brotherhood Series, Bk #1)
By Sasha Summers

Blurb: 

When Jessa Talbot’s boss offered her a promotion, she agreed—no questions asked. Her family needed the money, but fighting the attraction she feels for her brooding employer is tough. Worse, she instantly bonds with his infant son she’s caring for. But this is a temporary solution and she can’t get attached to either of them.

Finnegan Dean is cursed. He’s a nicely dressed monster, the wolf inside always looking for a way out. But there are two things he and his wolf agree on. They must protect baby Oscar and Jessa—his mate. While the wolf hungers to seal their bond, Finn fights the instinct. After all, if he really cares for her, he’d never doom her to the life he lives.



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Excerpt


“Congratulations, you’re the father.” Hollis sounded like he was announcing time of death, not the birth of a child.

Finn stared blindly out the window, anger and frustration warring with utter disbelief. “You’re sure?” He couldn’t keep the razor-sharp edge from his voice. Hollis was just the messenger—one of the few people Finn could trust, one of the few that stood by him no matter what. He was the asshole who knocked up a long-forgotten one-night stand. How was the question. He was always careful. Extra careful when it came to sex. He had to be. “I met her four months ago, Hollis. Are you sure?” His grip on the phone tightened.

“I’m sure it’s yours. A full-term, healthy baby. I can’t guarantee much more.” Hollis’s voice remained calm, almost detached, as always. “Cara didn’t make it. She has no family, no one to challenge custody of the baby.”

Cara. She’d been so full of life, so hungry for the next big adventure. What they’d shared had been fast and furious. When they’d parted, it had been on good terms, no expectations or regrets. How could she be dead?

Hollis’s words grabbed his attention. “Looking at the body—I’m not sure what happened.”

“So, not a car accident?” Finn had wondered. Guilt and sadness kicked him in the gut.

“That would be the easy explanation. One that will be her official cause of death.”

“But?”

“But I think there’s more to it.” Hollis sighed. “There’s always more to it when we are involved. I’m going to have a look at her records, see what needs to be taken care of. I hate to point this out but…this isn’t going to go over well with the others.”

“No shit,” Finn growled. “It’s not exactly making my day, either.” Hollis hadn’t said it, but Finn knew the truth. Cara’s death was on him. His fucking fault.

“No, I don’t imagine it is.” He paused, the silence loaded until he added, “As unfortunate as that is, he can’t stay here.”

“He?” Finn repeated, his brain already assessing damage control.

“Your son,” Hollis finally snapped. “This is dangerous, Finn.”

Because there was nobody or nothing like his…son. This boy could jeopardize everything they’d been striving for the last ten years. Words wouldn’t come. His son. He might be a baby now, but what the hell would he become? What would he be capable of? Self-loathing, hot and bitter, flooded Finn’s mouth.

“Jesus, Finn, are you listening?” Hollis paused. “He can’t stay in the hospital. I’ve been handling tests, all his bloodwork, but I can’t be here twenty-four seven. You must come get him. He’s your responsibility.”

Hollis was right. And there wasn’t a single thing he could do about it. “Fine.” The word was clipped.

“Today,” Hollis added.

Meaning Finn needed to work faster on finding help. The initial call from Cara’s agent the night before had given him a heads-up, but he’d known the kid wasn’t his. It had been too soon, an impossibility. Now… He ran a hand through his hair, wanting to hit something. “Give me ‘til noon. I’ll be there.” He sat in his tall-backed leather chair, slammed the phone onto the desk, and pressed his fingers to his temples.

What the fuck was he supposed to do? Babies weren’t dogs—you couldn’t put them in a kennel for the day. He wasn’t equipped for this. His assistant, Marjorie, had pulled employee files for him last night—right before she’d quit. And this time, he didn’t think she was coming back.

He’d met with two of the three assistants he deemed acceptable this morning. Neither was suitable. Nor did they act as if they could deal with the sort of surprises that might come with this baby. Contestant number three was his only hope. It’s not like he could just call a nanny service, not yet. He’d have to wait a month. If this baby… He sighed, rolling his head and easing the tension in his neck.

Hollis was right – this was dangerous for them. Too many unknowns, too many variables, to turn over to a stranger.


Just in time too as the second book in the 
Blood Moon Brotherhood Series 
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 About The Author

Sasha Summers grew up surrounded by books. Her passions have always been storytelling, romance, and travel. Whether it's an easy-on-the-eyes cowboy or a hero of truly mythic proportions, Sasha falls a little in love with each and every one of her heroes. She frequently gets lost with her characters in the worlds she creates; forgetting everyday tasks like laundry and dishes. Luckily, her four brilliant children and hero-inspiring hubby are super understanding and helpful.



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Monday, August 21, 2017

Tara Lain's "Fool of Main Beach" Blog Tour


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August 28, 2017 
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August 29, 2017 
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August 30, 2017 
Wicked Faerie's Tales and Reviews
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August 31, 2017 
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September 1, 2017
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Making it Happen




The unlikeliest of lovers. The sweetest of loves.



Fool of Main Beach(Love of Laguna Series, Bk #5)by Tara Lain
Blurb:
Merle Justice wants to reach for the stars, but it’s tough to get respect when playing a teenybopper vampire on TV. Then he meets a famous director anxious to give him all he thinks he wants—and maybe a bit more. Everything’s looking up until a life-threatening encounter with some homophobes on Main Beach puts Merle face-to-face with a Sasquatch-sized hero in a pink puffer coat.

Tom Henry defies description. As unsophisticated and simple as an angel, he walks through life content with who he is and asking for very little except to care for his sister, Lily, and the dogs he loves. Then he meets Merle, the embodiment of dreams he barely knows he has. Merle knows the people who hold his future in their hands might love Tom—but they’ll never understand Merle and Tom together. Tom knows it too. With lives this far apart, who’s really the fool of Main Beach?




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Excerpts

Tom sat on the side of the double bed that Merle kept for company. “This is nice.”

“I’ll have a better place when my house is done. The bathroom is across the hall. The towels are clean. I’ll see if I have an extra toothbrush.”

Tom looked up with those big eyes. “Thank you for saving me.”

“I’m just glad you called.”

“I didn’t know who else to call. I was thinking maybe Billy if I couldn’t get you.” He looked at his hands folded in his lap. “I figured you’d be with Renee.”

“No. We left right after you did, and I came here.”

Tom glanced up quickly and then back down.

Merle swallowed a little too loudly. “I might have some pajama bottoms that will fit you, but they’ll be way too short.”

“That’s okay. I’ll wear my undies.”

“So, uh, sleep well.” He turned and practically raced to his own room before his nobility faded.

Tom stared at his hands some more. Merle sure did want to go back to sleep. I must have bothered him. But I’m still happy he came to get me. I didn’t want to fuck Aaron or even suck his cock like he said.

Tom stood and walked to the bathroom across the hall. He glanced toward the other door just a little way away. That’s where Merle is. Light still showed under the door. Not asleep yet.

No toothbrush. Merle forgot. But Tom found some toothpaste in a drawer and put some on his finger and slid it around. After rinsing, he peed, washed his hands and face, and went back into the bedroom, stripped to his boxer briefs, and hung his jeans and shirt and jacket on hangers in the closet.

He pulled back the covers and found nice white sheets, then crawled in and flipped off the light beside the bed. Wonder if Merle’s asleep? I hope the boys are okay and don’t miss me too much. He almost never left them overnight. Mrs. A. wouldn’t like it if he did it very much. The boys wouldn’t like it either.

He sighed and stretched his hands behind his head. I shouldn’t have said I’d go dancing with Aaron. Why did I do that?

He followed the patterns of headlights streaking across the wall through a gap in the curtains. I like to dance. His lips compressed in a line. I wanted to dance, but not with Aaron. I wanted to dance with Merle. He smiled. I got to and it was rad. Merle’s the best dancer ever.

Oh boy. He shook his head. I really like Merle. I never should’ve said I’d go with Aaron when I wanted to go with Merle. That was dumb. And not very nice. He blew out his breath in a long stream and felt it tickle his chest. But Merle didn’t ask me.

Flipping to his side, he stroked the soft sheets. But maybe Merle wants me to ask him. When I called him, he came right away like—like nobody ever has. What would he do if I just told him?


Tom tiptoed up the stairs carrying the two big boxes. He’d knocked, but no answer. Mist met him at the top step, giving him a little hop. He nodded at her, patted her with one hand, then carried the pizza quietly to the kitchen. Merle was sound asleep. Boy, he must be tired. Maybe I should put the pizza in plastic bags and carry Merle to bed?

“Don’t even think about eating all that pizza by yourself.” Merle laughed behind him, and it made his whole body feel warm to hear it.

He turned. “I think me and Mist can do it. She gets one and I get the other.”

Merle stood, and he looked yummier than the pizza. “Can dogs eat pizza?”

“Nope. It’s bad for them. But they do it anyway sometimes.”

Merle nodded. “I guess we’re all like that, aren’t we?”

“Eat pizza?”

He shook his head. “No. We like to do stuff that’s bad for us.” Merle wiped a hand over his face.

The words made his ears feel tingly like they wouldn’t stop repeating. Tom swallowed. Yeah, Merle thinks I’m bad for him. People would make fun of him for having me around. I bother him for sex when he should be making friends with people like Renee. Important people. He turned so Merle couldn’t see his face.

I forgot how much this hurts.

Tom grabbed the plates and set them in front of two stools by the island. “This is a good place to eat, and it’s easy to clean up.”

Merle touched his back. It made him jump. “I really love the way you worked out the feeding station for Mist. How did you ever think of it?”

He tried to smile. “That’s what I’d do if I lived here. I thought Mist would like it.” He looked up. “I just made it for her. The boys ate on the floor. They didn’t mind.”

“Where are the boys?” Merle opened the refrigerator. “Oh good. You want beer?”

“Yes. In the sewing room.”

“What?” Merle looked up really fast.


“The boys are in the sewing room at Mrs. A.’s and yes, please, I’d like a beer.”

Merle opened the bottles and put one in front of each place; then he dished salad onto the plates. “How come you left the boys there? Will Lily watch them for you?”

Tom got the forks. “No, I’ll take them out when I go home.”

“Oh.” Merle looked really surprised. “I thought you were staying here.”

His heart leaped so high it tickled his throat. “Oh, I—”

Merle frowned. “Sorry. I don’t mean to take advantage of you. I’m sure you want to be in your own place.”

Tom stared at the pizza. It didn’t look quite so good as it did before. “I don’t have a place, Merle.”

“What do you mean? Aren’t you staying with Mrs. Allison anymore?”

“Lily lives in my room now. I just stay in the sewing room with the boys.” He didn’t want to feel bad about that. He liked having Lily stay, but he didn’t have anything that was his.

“You can stay here.”

He nodded and pushed the slice of pizza on his plate. “Yes. Thank you. I’ll bring the boys back Monday night and look after Mist and watch the place.”

“Oh.” Merle looked unhappy. He took a bite of his pizza and chewed slowly. “I was thinking you might want to stay tonight.” He looked up. “You know, go get the boys first.”

Something strange happened in Tom’s chest. Like growing and shrinking at the same time. It hurt, almost. Words came out before he could stop them. “That’s okay, Merle. Thank you. But you need to have fun in your house. I better go be with Lily since I haven’t been with her too much and she probably gets lonely too.” He stood before he could even stop himself. “If you don’t mind, I’ll take some of this great pizza to Lily because she really loves it. You know that.” He rushed over to the drawer where he’d put the plastic bags, got one, and stuffed it full of pizza slices. Merle stared at him really funny. “You have a good sleep, and I’ll come back Monday and stay for as long as you need me to, okay? I’m really glad you like your house. That makes me happier than anything.” He waved and hurried toward the steps. “Bye, Merle.”

Just like that, he was down the steps and out the door and into his truck with the warm pizza kind of squished in his hand. The front door of the house opened, so he backed out really fast and gunned it up the street before he could see Merle and change his mind.

He made it all the way to the Pacific Coast Highway before the first sob made him bite his lip. Why did I do that? Why? I wanted to stay with Merle so bad.

He drove straight down the highway in the right lane so he didn’t have to pass or go too fast ’cause he couldn’t see so good. He hooked his shoulder to wipe the wet from his jaw where it was about to drip.

Why?


Because it hurts so much worse when it’s over.



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About the Author


Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in gay romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 40. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, Best Romantic Suspense, and more. 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”!


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