Fast Balls
(Balls To the Walls Series, #5)
by Tara Lain
Blurb:
Can two men with skewed self-images see their true reflections in each other’s eyes?
Jerry Wallender—firefighter, surfer, and occasional nude model—knows he's no rocket scientist. So why does he keep choosing intellectual guys who make him feel dumber? He worked his buns off to overcome his reading disability and pass the firefighter’s test, and he loves everything about the job. Well, except for Mick Cassidy, the big, blond, hunky homophobe who harasses Jerry for being gay. But Jerry is smart enough to realize it’s not hate driving Mick, but the pain of a very unhappy upbringing.
Mick Cassidy, Firefighter Assist and Search Team, fights fires, but he can’t fight his attraction to the kindest, most generous—and sexiest—guy he’s ever met. Does that make him gay? If it does, he just might get himself killed by his gay-hating preacher father—and take Jerry down with him.
(Balls To the Walls Series, #5)
by Tara Lain
Blurb:
Can two men with skewed self-images see their true reflections in each other’s eyes?
Jerry Wallender—firefighter, surfer, and occasional nude model—knows he's no rocket scientist. So why does he keep choosing intellectual guys who make him feel dumber? He worked his buns off to overcome his reading disability and pass the firefighter’s test, and he loves everything about the job. Well, except for Mick Cassidy, the big, blond, hunky homophobe who harasses Jerry for being gay. But Jerry is smart enough to realize it’s not hate driving Mick, but the pain of a very unhappy upbringing.
Mick Cassidy, Firefighter Assist and Search Team, fights fires, but he can’t fight his attraction to the kindest, most generous—and sexiest—guy he’s ever met. Does that make him gay? If it does, he just might get himself killed by his gay-hating preacher father—and take Jerry down with him.
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Excerpt
Mick wrenched the bag
from Straight’s hands. The guy tried to pull back, but he was so off base. No
one, certainly not this pipsqueak white trash, was keeping Mick Cassidy from
trying to save the kindest, best man he knew.
Mick threw an arm toward
Straight, and the guy fell backward on his ass. Get out of my way.
He crouched, focused,
breathed deeply, and hurled himself through the flames. It felt like a mountain
of fire. Please God, let there be another
side.
And there was. The solid
wall of burning hell thinned, and Mick fell through.
Jerry.
Quiet, still, broken like
a rag doll. One of his long legs lay at an odd angle.
No.
No. No.
He scrambled to Jerry’s
side, pulled the respirator from the bag, and pressed it over his face.
“Breathe. Breathe,
Jerry.”
A new hot spot flared up
beside him. Damn!
He looked over his
shoulder, back the way he’d come. Wall of flame. No exit. Embers rained and a
chunk of the ceiling fell a foot away. He leaned over Jerry’s still body to
shield him and felt the heat closing in. So
this is it.
He stared down at the
closed eyes of the man he had rushed to save. No question. No hesitation.
Funny. It felt like a choice. A choice that had been no choice.
He looked up. Was God up?
Up in that flaming ceiling? Up in the roof that now opened to the sky?
He took a deep breath and
bowed his head. Okay, God, I spent my
whole life hearing what you love and what you hate. According to my father, you
hate the man who’s lying here, and I should hate him too, and leave him here to
die. If he’s not already dead.
He looked up, and sparks
lit up a disintegrating beam. It would fall real soon.
The
thing is, God, if you hate this man and love my father, your priorities are
screwed up. And if that’s true, I guess I don’t care so much about dying
because I’ll be going to hell, and I know it will be full of people I like.
People like Jerry.
I
sure wish I could have saved him, though. The world is better with him in it.
He looked down at the man
who had said he cared about him. That and being a firefighter were about the
only things he could think of that amounted to much in his life, but they were
a lot. He lowered his head to Jerry’s chest.
Character Bio
Name – Jerry Wallender
Age – 27
Hair – Golden blond and cut short,
firefighter style
Eyes – brilliant blue
Height – 6’ 1”
Body – surfer fit; strong but lean
Sexual orientation -- homosexual
Profession – firefighter; sometime nude
model
Family – East coast intellectuals
who Jerry left as a kid and never returned
Friends – Rodney Mansfield and
Hunter Fallon are his best friends
False idea – he thinks he’s not too
bright
Goals – to be an excellent
firefighter and to stop hooking up with men who are too intellectual for him
Loves – His friends, firefighting,
surfing, and finally Mick Cassidy
The Balls to the Wall Series
Volley Balls
Bk #1
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Fire Balls
Bk #2
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Beach Balls
Bk #3
Bk #3
Available to purchase
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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”!
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