Kick Off Summer With Something HOT! Big Backlist Weekend with Louisa, Tara and Books for You
Happy Memorial Day Weekend and Happy Big Backlist Weekend. How this works is you leave a comment WITH YOUR EMAIL to be entered to win one or the other of the books. There will be two winners. Clear? You only have to comment once to be eligible in both drawings! Winners will be announced and contacted by email on Tuesday!
This month I'm happy to welcome my friend Louisa Bacio to the Big Backlist Weekend. Louisa is almost ready to celebrate her book anniversary. Congratulations! But i'll let her tell you. Read on and then keep going to see the book i'm offering this month.Please note, both excerpts are rated R! We have to kick off summer with something hot!
From Louisa --
It’s almost time for my book anniversary! What better way to celebrate than to share a bit of my first literary baby, Sex University: Physical Education. The erotic thriller came out in June 2010, and features light BDSM and romantic couplings-a-plenty.
Thanks so much to Tara Lain for inviting me to this Big Backlist Weekend. Leave a comment with a valid email address, and the winner will get their choice of one of my backlist books!
Tired of boring sex and wanting to expand her pleasure, 24-year-old Amanda “Mandi” Wilkinson enrolls in summer school at San Francisco Sex University, an exclusive sex school located in the heart of San Francisco. What Mandi doesn’t realize is that not all of the mysterious dropouts are simply flunking sex-ed.
Reed McAllister came to Sex U. for reasons all his own. Undercover, he’s searching for a woman, the right woman, and so far he doesn’t have any leads. Reed never saw himself working at a place such as SFSU, let alone instructing, but he had to admit it - the job did come with its perks. When Mandi turns up on the missing list, will Reed be able to save her and give her the lessons she so desires?
A bell disrupted her thoughts. It was time. Amanda opened the door, ready to take on whatever came next, and found herself in a room full of other people.
Correction: other naked people.
Men and women burst out of the rooms like horses at a race, only to find themselves reined in. A petite blonde girl stood next to her, looking even more timid than Amanda felt. A tall, dark-haired man with stark almond-colored skin could be seen towering above the others on the other side of the room. A small Asian woman turned in circles, as if searching for a familiar face. And then the whistle shrilled. The sea of bare butts parted to reveal a mammoth woman with striking red hair; beside her stood another man who looked to be Blaine’s twin.
“All right everybody, that’s enough. You’ll have plenty of time to gawk at each other,” she said. “It’s time to get the first lesson started. I am Lucille, the headmistress of San Francisco Sex University, and what I say, you do.
“Now, everyone get into formation. Ten lines of five. Right now. On the double.” Amanda fell into line. The pale blonde woman stepped in front of her. As easily as elementary school children, they lined up equally spaced apart, shoulders back, chests out and faces forward. Amanda stole a glance to her right, and then to her left. Some men could obviously not hide their excitement, and a particular dark-skinned man to the left of her looked to have something to be excited about. Others were clearly intimidated by the situation and were not rising to the occasion.
The last guy in the line to the right of her seemed to be crowding the guy in front of him. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. There were six in that row. Try as he might, he couldn’t line up.
“You there,” the Lucy Amazon said, getting down off her box. “Can’t you count? Do you plan on flunking out on your first day? In your first hour?”
The woman strutted down the aisle, all the more noticeable in her clothes. It wasn’t merely the fact that she was wearing something alluring; it was the fact that she was wearing something in this room filled with stripped-down bodies. Black four-inch thigh-high boots made her even taller. As she walked purposefully through the ranks, the floor vibrated with the pulse of her every step. Amanda caught a glimmer of musky vanilla perfume as the woman passed her. Everything about Headmistress Lucy commanded attention. Amanda felt drawn to the woman’s obvious strength and power.
Before she saw it, Amanda heard the smack of leather hitting bare flesh. The man yelped in surprise.
Available via Amazon, B&N, Ravenous Romance, AllRomance eBooks and other Online retailers.
Joyfully Reviewed says about PHYSICAL EDUCATION: “The suspense was a perfect undertow to the playful eroticism.” http://tinyurl.com/38vpcdd
Fun! I think i could get a lot more excited about Phys Ed after that! Thank you, Louisa.
My book this month is Deceptive Attraction. This is the favorite book of some of my readers. Reviewer Buffy Kennedy gave this book one of only 2 5 star reviews she's ever given. If you read The Scientist and the Supermodel you know Caleb, Jake's brother, and soccer star Caleb is the main character of Deceptive Attraction. The book is a MMF menage and while not full-on romantic suspense, it has some of those overtones. Since Louisa gave a a hot excerpt, i will too!
Caleb Martin faces a life crisis -- and he’s pretty embarrassed about it. A talented soccer star, he has 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 the closet, maybe for life. Plus, he’ll have to spend his years diving for soccer balls when he’d like to be helping people like the rest of his family. A one-night stand with a beautiful man rocks Cal, but the guy vanishes only to reappear where Cal is house-sitting. Too much coincidence? And then a cute tomboy throws Cal’s life choices into confusion. How could he wind up with a commitmentphobe and a woman dedicated to her work in Africa? Oh yeah, and then there’s a big surprise in a snowstorm. Cosmic joker strikes again.
Cal ran for the motel lobby. As he opened the door, he glanced down. Shoot. He pulled his coat closed over his hard-on. The owner remembered him and wanted to chat about soccer. Cal didn’t want to be rude. The guy was so nice. Cal answered a few questions and then hurried back to the parking lot. Eli leaned against his bike, long legs stretched out, those amazing curls falling in front of his face. Man, what a picture. As Cal approached, the pretty boy looked up and smiled. Wow. Cal stopped short and stared.
“C’mon, I’m dying here.”
Cal covered the space between them in a few long strides, grabbed the smaller man, and pulled him off his feet. Yeah. He got just the reaction he wanted. Eli wrapped those lean thighs around 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, oh God. Eli wrapped his arms tight around Cal’s neck and pumped his body so their erections rubbed like fire sticks. Heat seared through Cal. Coming in his jeans like a teenager would be damned embarrassing. “Jesus.”
“Walk, or I’m going to fuck you here.”
What? Who was fucking? Hell, who cared as long as it was somebody. He could barely breathe, much less walk. Holding his precious burden tight, he half humped, half stumbled to the designated room on the lower floor. As he tried to maneuver the key card from his pocket, Eli leaned in and licked his neck. Holy crap. He fell against the wall. Had to stay on his feet somehow. With one hand, he pushed open the door and 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 Cal cared 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 his back. Jesus, what a sight. Black leather jacket and baby-doll curls. Cal crashed straight down on top of him. God, it was great fucking men. The guy was smaller than Cal but strong as hell. Cal knew his 210 pounds wouldn’t crush him. He closed his mouth over those pouty pink lips.
Eli’s tongue instantly pressed into Cal’s mouth, caressing his tongue top and bottom. He kissed like he wanted to suck Cal’s soul through his mouth. The guy’s busy hands pulled at Cal’s big peacoat 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 law of 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 this way. What say we both strip and watch? Sound good?”
Sounded perfect. Cal sat up on the edge of the bed and toed off his shoes. Eli sprang up to standing. Cal started to pull off his shirt and froze. Wow. Eli’s jacket was off, and now he was pulling the blue T-shirt over his head. Inch by inch, a lean, hard chest as smooth as a baby’s butt came into view. Cal’s mouth watered. He wanted to lick him all over.
As the curly head emerged, Eli cocked his head. “Your turn.”
Cal just stared. The guy was beautiful, but there was something else. Like he had more life in him than other people.
“C’mon, baby. Let me see.”
Had to get his clothes off. He pulled his long-sleeved sweater over his head, hurrying so he didn’t have to stop 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 started pulling off his motorcycle boots. The contrast between the tough boots and the girlie man made Cal smile. He whispered through a dry mouth, “I want more.”
Eli kicked the second boot off and looked up. “Do you?” He put his hands on his belt. “Want some of this?”
Eli stood up beside the bed. With agonizing slowness, the man unfastened the belt and began to unbutton the fly of 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 taut body, but his eyes were riveted to the gap in the denim. At last, the prize. A long pink cock, thicker than Cal would have guessed on the slender man, popped from the jeans and slapped against the hard belly. He moaned. Mouthwatering. Nothing girlie about the dick.
Still staring at that gem of a cock, Cal stood, unfastened his jeans, and pulled, dragging his boxer briefs down at the same time. Not as burlesque as Eli had been, but he got the job done. He knew his cock could be intimidating but figured Eli was not going to run.
A soft laugh made him look from Eli’s cock to his face. The man gazed at Cal’s crotch. “Well, that’s certainly more than a mouthful. Good thing I have a really long tongue.” He stuck it out for a second, then began to walk toward Cal, penis bobbing. “Let’s put it to work, shall we?”
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Get Wet and Wild at Tara Lain's With Cool Stuff for You.
Welcome to the Wet and Wild Blog Hop. I'm Tara Lain and i write the Beautiful Boys of Romance. So while our blog hop poster shows a lovely wet lady, around here the picture is more like this.
You might already know about the fantastic prizes this Hop offers.
A $100 GC to Victoria's Secret
A Digital Gift Basket full of goodies
Your choice of any book from my Balls to the Wall series which all take place in the town of Laguna Beach CA, where the boys get wet and wild.These books include: Volley Balls, Fire Balls, Beach Balls, and Snow Balls
A $5 GC to Amazon
To win the grand prizes and my prizes you need to leave a comment WITH YOUR EMAIL. No email no winner!
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I live near the beach. Everyday that i walk or drive through my town (meaning i actually leave my computer. Gasp!), i get to see gorgeous men playing volleyball and basketball on the sand, gorgeous life guards doing their duty, surfers, bicyclists, runners, and all the other accouterments of the beach town. Who could resist writing about them? One of my favorite beach writing experiences was creating an underwater hanky panky scene for my book, Beach Balls. I sat at my computer, holding my breath and making all kinds of wild gestures to determine if you can really do THAT underwater.
Just for fun, here's that scene. ADULTS only, please.
Adam James is so far in the closet he could find Narnia. But coming out would threaten all he’s built as the lead attorney for WMA Development, and the million dollars he can get when he finishes pushing a big land remediation project through the City Council. Then on an early morning scuba dive, Adam meets a tall, lean rebreather diver named Sky who makes him want to live a different life. But Adam’s dreams are shattered when he walks into the council meeting and finds the fire-breathing environmentalist who’s screwing up his chances of winning is none other than that same beautiful man. Sky Sea Mickeljohn doesn’t compromise, so how could he find himself lusting after a damned developer? And what happens when somebody open’s Adam’s closet door? These two better start telling the truth if they’re ever going to find world peace.
He swam to Sky and extended a hand. Sky shied a little, but Adam kept coming and passed his fingers through Sky’s curls floating freely in the water like an underwater flower. Sky looked up at Adam’s hand.
He touched Sky’s cheek. For a moment, Sky was still.
He pressed his cheek against Adam’s palm.
Oh, yes. That constituted a welcome.
Adam pulled his mouthpiece out and held his breath. He tapped on Sky’s mouthpiece. Sky frowned.
Just kiss me, you idiot. Adam pointed at his mouth, stuck his mouthpiece back in for some air then took it out again. Sky smiled around his mouthpiece, removed it, and leaned toward Adam.
He pressed his lips against Sky’s. Warm and cool at the same time. Sky opened his mouth and licked along Adam’s lips. Nice. Adam turned his head to the side, grabbed a hit of air, and then came back in and pushed his tongue into Sky’s mouth.
A moment later, they pulled away for a breath of air. Adam sank down to his knees. Come to Daddy… He took hold of Sky’s tight shorts and yanked. The big cock was happy to see him. He breathed deeply through his mouthpiece once, twice, three times. Mouthpiece out, cock in.
Oh, yeah. This was easier than kissing. Who knew you could suck and lick while holding your breath?
Sky started bobbing like a crazy man, shoving that cock deeper. Adam took a breath then went back to work running his tongue over the glans as he sucked. The taste of salt and feel of silk filled his mouth.
Another breath, then he worked the mushroom head in and out of his lips like a candy pop. His hands began to pump, and he sucked until his cheeks tingled.. Sky’s hips pumped in slow motion, pressing his cock into
Adam’s mouth along with the tang of the sea. It gave a whole new meaning to the term “deep throat.” Adam sucked as much as he could without swallowing water and could hear the echoes of Sky “shouting” around his mouthpiece.
Sky’s body began to thrash. One big thrust, and Adam tasted cum and saltwater at the same time. Thick jism floated out of his mouth. Son of a bitch. He had the best of Sky and sea.
Thanks so much for HOPPING with us. Leave your comment with Your Email, then hop to the rest of the blogs on the list. Or you can go HERE! Have fun. : )
Saturday (today) is Reader Appreciation Day at The Sweet Spot. Get over there and enter to win as well as chat with a bunch of great authors. Here are the details!
M/M Reader Appreciation Day
When: Saturday, May 18th from 8 am - 8 pm EST
The following authors have generously donated these books or other prizes:
Anna Lee - ebook copy of THE PRINCE OF GALERIR
Tyler Robbins - ebook copy of A BEAUTIFUL LIE
Willa Okati - ebook copy of IT TAKES PRACTICE
Willa Okati - ebook copy of MIGHTY CASEY (releases at the end of May, winner will receive their copy at time of release)
Lori Toland - winners choice of ebook copy of THE LONG CON or DANGEROUS SUBMISSION (also check out Lori's free spring fling read this weekend: ENGLISH CHAPS)
Michael Mandrake - ebook copy of winner's choice from backlist
JM Cartwright - ebook copy of BRAINY AND THE BEAST
Sarah Madison - print copy of THE BOYS OF SUMMER (if winner is in Continental US, otherwise e-version outside the US)
Amanda Young - ebook copy of RECESSION
Vicktor Alexander - ebook copy of THE ALPHA KING
L.M. Brown - ebook copy of TO SEE THE SKY in pdf format
J.P. Bowie - winner's choice of ebook copy of FLY TO HIM from the anthology Promoted by the Billionaire or A HIGHLANDER IN LA
Tara Lain - ebook copy of BRUSH WITH CATASTROPHE (THE ALOYSIUS TALES)
Diana DeRicci - ebook copy of HEALED BEGINNINGS (releases next week, winner will receive their copy at time of release)
ebook copy of Featherweight Press charity anthology LOST AND FOUND edited by Kris Jacen (stories by DH Starr, Michele Montgomery, Dakota Chase [aka Kiernan Kelly], Tom Webb, Caitlin Ricci, MF Kays [Freddy McKay], Diane Adams, Tabatha Heart, DC Juris, and Jeff Erno) - ebook donated by Jambrea Jo Jones
Jambrea Jo Jones - ebook copy of winner's choice from backlist
Sloan Parker - winner's choice of $15 Amazon.com gift card or All Romance eBooks gift card
S.J. Frost - ebook copy of winner's choice from backlist
Hopping Against Homophobia! With Some Hot Things for You!
Welcome to Beautiful Boys Books and the Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia! I'm Tara Lain and i write the Beautiful Boys of Romance. There are 178 authors participating in this Hop. You have a week to visit all of them. Each will have wonderful thoughts and books to share as well as something special for you.
Here are the prizes on my Blog. There will be three winners!
One winner will receive an ecopy of Hearts and Flour, my love story about a passionate vegan and a cross-dressing cupcake baker. I will *modestly* tell you that this book was just featured on the Happy Ever After Blog of USA Today. http://www.usatoday.com/story/happyeverafter/2013/05/16/throwback-thursday-tbt-sugar-and-spice/2164599/
Another winner (US readers only. If you are international we'll work something out) will receive a
signed print copy of Sinders and Ash, my MM fairy tale romance
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Tara Lain never met a beautiful boy she didn’t love – at least on paper. A writer of erotic romance, mostly ménage and male/male, Tara loves all her characters, but especially her handsome heroes. A lifelong writer of serious non-fiction, Tara only fell in love with EROM in 2009 and, through perserverance and lots of workshops, had the first novel she ever wrote accepted for publication in 2010. After an exotic life of travel all over the world and work in television, education and advertising, Tara settled in Southern California with her soul-mate husband and opened her own small marketing business. She paints, collages, and started practicing yoga “way before it was fashionable”. Passionate about diversity, justice, inclusion and new ideas she says on her tombstone it will read, “Yes”.
This is to get you ready. Friday, May 17th, right here on this blog, starts the Hop Against Homophobia. There will be lots of excerpts, sharing, and prizes for you plus the chance to share your thoughts on this important issue!
On Monday, May 20th at the Tara Lain Blog, we'll plunge into the Wet and Wild Blog Hop! There's a $100 GC to Victoria's Secret and an amazing Digital Gift Basket. Plus, i'll have some prizes for you too. So be sure and stop by both hops and be ready to comment WITH YOUR EMAIL to be entered.
There Was a Young Man from Charleston! The Lover's Limerick
Awhile back, i was asked to write a poem about my recent release, Hearts and Flour. I created this limerick which i thought i'd share with you.
Limerick: A Young Man from Charleston
Here’s to a young lover named Quentin,
Who’s a sweetie we do want to mention,
He was born in the south, well I say shut my mouth,
And his bakery gets lots of attention.
To Micah Truveen, raw, vegan food is his religion. So when his devoted customers show up with white flour cupcakes, Micah could kill. Then Micah comes home to find his boyfriend, Dharamaram, in bed with someone else. He throws the rat out and agrees to go to his friend’s orgiastic anti-Valentines party where he meets a gorgeous cross-dressing guy who gives him a night to remember.
Southerner Quentin Darby wishes he could stop wearing women’s clothes. He so wants to live up to his grandmother’s glowing opinion of him, he’s never even told her he’s gay. And now there’s Micah who makes him wish he could just be who he is. But Micah finds out that Quentin is the baker responsible for the plague of cupcakes afflicting the community! And Dharmaram adds a little blackmail to the mix. Can two hearts rise above the flour?
He tightened his grip on Queen and pulled him to the hallway. The hall made a turn, and Micah bumped into a guy leaning against the wall while another guy deep throated his cock. Transfixed, he stared at the cock disappearing into that wet mouth and then reappearing all shiny and dripping. Both men moaned and mewled as they worked. Micah’s balls tightened and black dots floated in front of his eyes. It felt like he was getting the blowjob. Could a human be this turned on and survive?
He looked at Queen who stared just as fixedly with a little smile on his lips. His blue eyes flicked up to Micah’s. “Do you like that?”
“My, so do I. Want me to blow you?”
Keeerap. In twenty-six years of being gay, he’d never gotten such a direct invitation. “Yes.”
Queen smiled like he’d just asked Micah to a garden party. He pulled on Micah’s hand, skirted past the very involved couple, and peeked into the first bedroom they came to.
“Unh, unh, unh. Oh baby.”
Queen looked up and smiled. “No privacy there.”
The next bedroom door was closed and locked. They looked into the third and found six guys on a king-size bed all sucking on each other. Micah trembled. If he stuck his hands in his pants and jerked off nobody would even care. Except maybe Queen.
The beautiful guy stepped in front of Micah and pushed him against a closed door at the end of the hall. “This place is busier than a billy goat’s ass in a pepper patch. Looks like we don’t get privacy, sugah.” Queen dropped to his knees, ripped down the zipper in Micah’s jeans, and had his throbbing, straining cock out of its hidey-hole and into his mouth on the count of three.
“Ummmm.” Queen sucked like a pool cleaner. Oh. My. God. No way Micah could last more than a second. Never, never had he received head like this. Those red-painted lips left pink stains on his cock as it slipped in and out of Queen’s mouth. His tongue caressed the head and tickled the frenum as those lips did a vacuum move on Micah’s shaft. Oh God, never let it stop.
But no. He didn’t want to come like this. He knew what he’d been missing and, damn, he wanted it. He ran his hands through Queen’s silky hair. “Wait. Wait. Can I fuck you? I’ve got condoms and lube.”
Queen’s blue eyes looked up. He popped Micah’s cock from that fantastic mouth. “Most gentlemen seem to prefer oral.”
“Yeah, well I’d really love to fuck you if you’re into it. Otherwise, suck me and then I’ll suck you.”
Queen stood up, smoothing the red dress over a very prominent bulge. “You certain?”
Jeez. Why did he want to explain? Micah pressed both hands to either side of Queen’s beautiful face. “I don’t know if you care, but I’m not promiscuous. I’ve been with one guy for a year and before that was a long dry spell. I just came to this party because he cheated on me and we split. I was pissed off and wanted to do something stupid. But the idea of fucking you is about the sexiest, most incredible thing I’ve ever thought of. If you’ll have me.”
Queen smiled. “And you’re about the sweetest thing I ever did see. In case you care, I’ve never been to one of Yancy’s parties before. I’m new in town and mostly just wanted to wear my dress somewhere safe. But I think getting fucked by you, darlin’, would be the best thing ever.”