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Monday, August 21, 2017

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


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books are love

September 1, 2017
 Contry Reads
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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