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Monday, May 8, 2017

Tara Lain's "Beach Balls" Blog Tour

The wait is over! BEACH BALLS, book #3 in the Balls To The Wall series by Tara Lain is now available! 

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Beach Balls
(Balls to the Wall Series, #3)
By Tara Lain

Adam James is so far in the closet he could find Narnia. As an attorney for the homophobic WMA Development, he can’t come out without risking the million-dollar paycheck waiting for him once they push their big land development deal through the city council—money that will finally allow Adam to live according to his own terms. Then, on an early morning scuba dive, Adam meets a tall, lean rebreather diver named Sky who makes him want to hug a tree.

Sky Sea Mickeljohn stands for the environment, world peace, and being openly gay. He won’t compromise his principles for anyone—even the damned lying developer lawyer he can’t help lusting after. True, the WMA land development deal could put thousands of people at risk, but Sky still wants to risk his heart. In the fight between freedom and integrity, is there a place for love?

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“Ms Lain pens a thoughtful and sensual tale and I look forward to reading more in the series.”
~ Night Owl Reviews — 4 1/2 Stars! Reviewer Top Pick!

“The character growth they undergo during the story is phenomenal and adds a lot of zing, along with the ‘off the chart’ hotness of their sexual encounters.” ~ Rainbow Book Reviews


He tipped up his chin and leaned in. If Sky didn’t want to, all he had to do was lean back, but he didn’t.

Sweet. Sky’s lips were so soft. Like a girl’s, almost. But that tongue was pure male, pushing hot and hard between Adam’s lips. Sky grabbed Adam’s head with both hands. He almost toppled over backward, but Sky held him and plundered his mouth. Man, his cock was throbbing again. On fire. He wanted to climb into the back seat and ride Sky all the way to oblivion.

Sky ripped his mouth away and looked at Adam fiercely. “Crap. I was so nice and satisfied, and now I’m crazy to fuck you.”


“Don’t know how I’m going to last until Friday, but I guess we gotta. My life’s not my own for a few days.”

“How about the middle of the night?” Adam was only half kidding.

“I can’t even predict my nights until the weekend.”

“I understand. I have a pretty busy week too.” That was an understatement.

“You in business?”

“Lawyer.” His heart was thumping. That’s the most he’d ever told any guy he fucked.

Sky grinned. “Oh, like the ones at the bottom of the Mariana Trench?”

“Yeah, a good start.”

Sky leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips, then pulled his legs into the car. Adam stood, and Sky closed the door, pushed a button on the dash, and the car hummed to life. Whir. Ping. Jesus, those cars made weird noises.

Sky reached a hand out the window. Adam touched his fingers to Sky’s, and Sky smiled. “See you Friday.”


“I miss you already.” He drove off, the Prius weirdly silent.

Adam could barely catch his breath. Miss you already. Shit. That guy was the most dangerous combination of deadly honest and completely irresistible.

Adam was about to risk everything for a guy. That sounded way too much like high school. If he had one ounce of fucking sense, he’d cancel the date and never see Sky again.

But that feeling in Adam’s chest was not fear. That throbbing in his cock seemed unlikely to stop any time soon. Chances of walking away from Sky? Zero.

The guys nearest the beach started laughing and pointing. What’s going on?

He looked at Gary, who shrugged.

Adam pointed toward the commotion. “I’m going to go see.” He walked out onto the grassy verge that led to the sand where he’d been sitting earlier with Sky. The guys were still laughing. One asked, “What’s he gonna do?”

Adam pushed into the line of men all facing the ocean and pointing. “What’s happening?”

Ian said, “This crazy guy is standing there in the water like he’s headed for us, but he’s not moving. Looks like the Creature from the Black Lagoon.”

One of the other men asked, “What’s he wearing?”

Carly smiled at Adam. “It’s called a dry suit, and it looks to me like he’s waiting for someone. Wonder who that could be?” He laughed.

Waist-deep in the water stood a tall man in a full dry suit complete with hood and mask, his mouthpiece dangling. He had a little bottle of what must be oxygen on his chest.

I’ve got a funny feeling about this. When Adam stepped off the lawn onto the sand, the figure in the suit began to pace out of the water with a slow and deliberate stride.

The “creature” analogy was dead-on.

When the creature got out of the surf, he stopped to peel off the mask and hood, revealing curly hair.

Adam smiled. He’d know those curls anywhere.

Sky came a few feet closer. Even in the fading light, Adam imagined he could just make out the blue-gray eyes.

Sky stopped again and began to unfasten the dry suit. What kind of show were they in for?

Slowly the puffy dry suit peeled down the tall body, fully dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts. A patter of applause started, and Sky kicked off the suit to reveal flip-flops. Jesus, he must think he was James Bond or something. By this time everyone was clapping, and Sky gave a little bow.

Son of a bitch, the guy has a sense of humor. He’d rigged this whole elaborate entrance just to get a laugh. But looking at that lean, hard body in those shorts made another part of Adam’s anatomy very happy.

Sky picked up the dry suit and walked the ten feet to Adam. “Hi. I believe I was invited for cocktails.”

No recourse. He just laughed. “You do know how to make an entrance.”

Sky sat on the edge of the bed and stared down at James. James’s dark hair shone in the soft light from the bathroom. Man, he looks pretty. He’d hate that, being called pretty. Handsome was better.

Lover. Odd word to pick. Hell, he should be long gone. Nothing about James appeared to be his type, but there was something about this guy.

Sky leaned down and kissed the side of the softly open mouth. Sweet. They hadn’t kissed much in that mad fucking session. Yeah, mad was the word. He pressed his tongue gently against the full lower lip, saying good-bye.

He spied his clothes in the heap he’d left them in on the floor.

James moaned softly. Oh baby, he’d moaned plenty when he was getting fucked. Sky had been with a lot of bottoms because he liked to top, but no one had ever loved to take his cock like James. Those lips were so sweet too. He kissed James’s soft mouth again with just a little pressure. Loved those little prickles of a day’s growth of beard around his lips.

James clutched Sky’s hair and crushed his lips against Sky’s. His tongue surged deep into Sky’s mouth. Whoa. The devil had been playing possum.

His turn. He slipped his arms around James’s broad shoulders and pulled him upright, still kissing like mad. Sky pulled his mouth away, kissed along the stubbly jaw, and around to James’s ear. “Hi.”

“Hi. Been awake long? What time is it?”

He flicked a tongue into James’s ear and appreciated the little gasp. A quick glance revealed morning wood. Of course, that matched his own. Yeah, they had the makings of a bonfire. He should go, but…. “It’s about five thirty. I went to the bathroom. Need to go?”

“Where the hell would I put that?” He pointed at his hard-on.

“I know how to get rid of it.” Sky flicked the tongue into James’s ear again.

Another little gasp. “You do?”

“Hell, yeah.”

The Balls to the Wall Series

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Bk #1

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Fire Balls 
Bk #2

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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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