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Friday, January 17, 2020

Passions of a Papillon by Tara Lain - Blog Tour with Author's Guest Post, Excerpt Link, and Giveaway

A cool-hearted guy meets a big-eared dog who takes him to a hot vet hiding a dark secret.

Passions of a Papillon

by Tara Lain

Blurb:

After you’ve sold your soul to the devil, can you renegotiate with a dog?

Brilliant defense attorney, Finn Morgenstern, knows the worst guys pay best, so defending slimeball, Rance Franklin, becomes his path to senior partner and a whole lot of benefits. But then a walk home to his pricey townhouse brings him face-to-ears with a batshit-crazy little dog who just won’t leave him alone. So Finn takes the dog to the local veterinarian to find out how to get her back to her owners.

Hello vet! Emerson “Em” Fairweather sure doesn’t match his stodgy name. Tall, platinum blond, and gorgeous, Em puts the pet in pet ownership. But Em has ugly secrets and Batshit dog is up to her ears in larceny. Suddenly Finn is the one who needs defending, and he’s faced with a choice between what he thought was important and a whole new batshit-crazy life.

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Fun Facts About PASSIONS OF A PAPILLON

Hi! I’m delighted to be here to celebrate the release of my new romance, PASSIONS OF A PAPILLON. This book is dear to my heart for reasons you may know.

Here are a few of those fun facts –

· This is the first in a new series that will feature the pets of men who all go to the same vet in Corona del Mar, CA.

· Of course, the first book has to feature a papillon, since my dog, Jolie, is one. She’s an 8.5 lb. terror, way too smart for her own good, sassy, barky, and totally lovable

· The dog in the book does a lot of precocious things, but they’re not far-fetched for a papillon. They are the smartest toy dog and are the only natural toy on the top 10 list of smartest dogs -- up there with border collies.

· Corona del Mar is a charming seaside town in southern California just a few minutes north of Laguna Beach where I set many of my books. It’s in Newport Beach, however, the most expensive city in the U.S., so it’s not a place everyone can live.

· My heroes are a lawyer with a hardening heart who is softened by a dog – and the gorgeous vet with a lot to hide who he finds to take care of her.

· This is my first brand new, full length novel to go straight into KU, so if you’re a member, you can get it for free.

I hope you love PASSIONS OF A PAPILLON! This is what one advance reviewer said,

“This is an absolutely brilliant and funny read, with a crazy loveable dog and stereo typical bad guys, and of course the 2 heroes who fight for good. Tara has written a wonderful book that I know I will be rereading again and again. Warning - Batshit steals every scene as any princess should, and as a cat person it is really saying something that I neeeeeed to have this dog in my life. It is a real one sitting read, a little bit of angst, lots of love, some great one liners and as mentioned a batshit crazy dog you just fall in love with. Wish I could give it more stars.”

About the Author

Tara Lain believes in happy ever afters – and magic. Same thing. In fact, she says, she doesn’t believe, she knows. Tara shares this passion in her best-selling stories that star her unique, charismatic heroes — the beautiful boys of romance — and adventurous heroines. Quarterbacks and cops, werewolves and witches, blue collar or billionaires, Tara’s characters, readers say, love deeply, resolve seemingly insurmountable differences, and ultimately live their lives authentically. After many years living in southern California, Tara, her soulmate honey and her soulmate dog decided they wanted less cars and more trees, prompting a move to Ashland, Oregon where Tara’s creating new stories and loving living in a small town with big culture. Likely a Gryffindor but possessed of Parseltongue, Tara loves animals of all kinds, diversity, open minds, coconut crunch ice cream from Zoeys, and her readers. She also loves to hear from you.

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Tuesday, November 26, 2019

Love And Linguistics by Tara Lain - Release Blitz with Excerpt Link and Giveaway

Love and Linguistics

(Movie Magic Series, Bk 2)

by Tara Lain

Blurb:

In his neighborhood, El Martin stands out, and that can be life threatening. Against the odds, he’s managed to graduate high school and then master IT. Now he’s desperate to get a good job to free his drunken dad and himself from the control of gang leader M2 and the drugs he sells. But with his piercings and his slang-ridden speech, El looks and sounds like a Bronx gangbanger, and potential employers won’t give him a second look. So when El hears about Henry Fairhaven, PhD, linguistics researcher and wealthy New York socialite, El takes his life in his hands to escape from M2 and ends up sleeping in the stairwell at Henry’s building, hoping to learn how to speak.

To Henry, who wants to prove himself as a scholar and not merely a rich dilettante, El isn’t only the most beautiful man he’s ever seen—he’s also the key to getting a paper published on Henry’s ground-breaking linguistics methods before a competitor beats him to the punch. But Henry doesn’t tell El the truth, and El thinks Henry’s helping him because he cares.

El’s dreams collide with Henry’s ambitions at the elegant Met Gala, where El captivates a prince of Silicon Valley. But the real collision comes when M2 tracks El down and Henry has to choose between the validation he craves and a future with the man he’s come to love.

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Friday, September 13, 2019

Love You So Sweetly by Tara Lain - Release Day Blitz with Excerpt and Giveaway

Reading his future in a glass of sweet tea.

Love You So Sweetly

(Love You So Series, bk 4)

by Tara Lain

Blurb:

Reading his future in a glass of sweet tea.

The youngest son of one of America’s richest families, Remy Merced is so busy trying to save his family company from collapse, he’s never taken time to figure out if he’s gay, much less if he’s happy. Then his meddling mama hires him an assistant who’s everything Remy thinks he doesn’t want. Cute Harper Treadwell, from rural Arkansas, is a brilliant business prodigy… and openly gay. His wit and charm could confirm Remy’s suspicions about his own sexuality almost instantly—if they weren’t both already partnered.

When Remy’s girlfriend and Harper’s boyfriend get a little too friendly, Remy finds that the path to happiness requires a long drive in an old Prius, a growing appreciation for small towns, and a whole lot of sweet tea. But before they can forge a future—they have to let go of the past.

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LOVE YOU SO SWEETLY -- Dasher

But he and Felicity hadn’t had sex in weeks. Shouldn’t he have a set of horns that would put Dasher, Dancer, and Prancer to shame? Hell, he was in his twenties. Even if he was sleepwalking, shouldn’t he be ready to stick his cock in anything female that passed within five feet of him? Wasn’t that the way most guys felt? Shit, these questions haunted the back of his brain all the time while the front worried about the business. And it wasn’t like he didn’t know why it worried him.

He sipped coffee and glanced at John Jack, who was smiling at his wife with open lust. It’d be nice to have somebody he trusted to tell him straight if he was undersexed or asexual, or…. He sighed softly. But he and John Jack didn’t have that kind of relationship. John Jack was seven years older and was more a product of Arkansas than California. He put a lot of store in “being a man,” and Remy was scared of what John Jack would say if Remy tried to get personal. Remy worked all the time, so everyone he knew was associated with the company, and since Remy was the boss, who the hell was he going to tell his troubles to?

His mama’s voice came from the direction of the kitchen, telling Nigel she’d like some more ice cream.

Felicity turned to Remy and leaned in. “I’m going to make my excuses. I’m too tired.” She put a hand on his arm. “Sorry, dear.” She kissed his cheek, rose, said a fast goodbye to Trudy and John Jack, and was gone before Mama even made it into the room.

Remy had a pretty good idea he shouldn’t be smiling.

Love You So Series

Bk 1

LOVE YOU SO HARD

Bk 2

LOVE YOU SO MADLY

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Bk 4

LOVE YOU SO SPECIAL

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Tuesday, July 9, 2019

Home Improvement by Tara Lain - Release Day Blitz with Excerpt and Giveaway

Home Improvement

by Tara Lain

Blurb:

Romance on Aisle Sixteen—opposites attract amid the hammers and screws of the home improvement store.

Gabe Mason became a father at seventeen, and his daughter, Ellie, is the most important thing in his life. But being the parent the courts demand means Gabe has given up most of his dreams—education, making furniture, a gay social life—to be a model dad with a steady, reliable job in a home improvement store. Life’s predictable until Jerry, a shy, eccentric guy in a hat and sunglasses, begs Gabe to oversee the renovation of his run-down mansion.

Gabe loves the house and the work, and Jerry's pretty lovable too, but when Gabe discovers Jerry’s secret identity, he fears their passion could overturn both their lives forever.

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Jerry pretty much smiled all the way through the unloading, which was damned hard and took an hour of trying to maneuver the huge pieces of furniture across the lawn and up the stairs to the nearest door. Once inside, they placed the credenza at one end of the dining room that looked over the pool. The gleaming wood of the cabinet glowed against the Saltillo tile floors and gave the room—which still needed paint, rugs, and a table—some promise.

When they’d wrangled the coffee table into place in the middle of the huge great room, Gabe laughed. “I guess we can call it a start.”

Jerry threw his arms out and spun. “But it’s sooooo beautiful.” He kept swooping and twirling around the room until his head spun and the floor of the room and the wood ceiling far above kind of blended together. He threw his head back and laughed, his foot hit one of the rough places on the tile, and he staggered. “Whoa!” He slid and teetered toward the floor.

Before he could hit, Gabe snatched him into a full-body grab. “Hang on.”

Jerry took him at his word. Wrapping his arms tightly around Gabe’s neck, he hung on like crazy. Truthfully, he was too dizzy to stand up—

—and the Captain America arms didn’t help that dizziness one bit.

Before he could really analyze his situation, he’d pressed himself full length against Gabe’s tall, sturdy body, laughing tipsily.

Yes, the contact was pretty wriggly, and if he’d asked himself a hundred times whether Gabe might, just might, like guys since he seemed to look at Jerry like an hors d’oeuvre sometimes, he now got his answer. One formidable protuberance rose in the middle of the embrace and seemed to be matched in his own pants. Gabe’s heartbeat pounded against Jerry’s chest.

Oh fuck! Just one taste. Jerry slid the arm that was tightly wrapped around Gabe’s neck up a couple inches and yanked Gabe’s head down so he could lock their lips together.

The first touch produced an electric spark that slammed straight to Jerry’s balls so hard, for a second he had to hold his breath to keep from embarrassing himself with wet sweats. As the first gasp came under control, a tsunami of heat washed through him, and he slid his fingers tightly into Gabe’s shaggy, silken hair, as he pressed closer from lips to hips.

Gabe had been holding Jerry around the waist. His strong hands slid down and grasped Jerry’s butt and squeezed. Jerry gasped at the amazing pressure, and everything in him wanted to climb Gabe like a tree and then plant that evergreen where it would do the most good.

Before Jerry could anchor a leg around Gabe’s hips, he was gone, and Jerry was staggering backward to keep from falling.

Gabe gasped, “Oh God, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I hope you enjoy the furniture. Let me know if you change your mind about the other pieces. Otherwise I’ll make sure they get here while you’re gone.” With that he turned, hurried from the house, and before Jerry even made it to the front door, had disappeared out of sight.

Jerry slammed the front door, leaned against it, then slowly collapsed to the floor. Fuck-a-doodle-doo. Good job, asshole. Find somebody you actually like and enjoy being around and screw it up by being you.

He dropped his head onto his bent knees.

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Tuesday, May 14, 2019

Cowboys Don't Samba by Tara Lain - Release Blitz with excerpt and Giveaway

When an American bull riding champion meets a Brazilian rookie the results are one hot samba.

Cowboys Don't Samba

(Cowboys Don't Series, Bk 3)

By Tara Lain

Blurb

Maury Garcia’s one of the greatest bull riders in the world—and one of the biggest liars. Can he turn forbidden love with a rodeo rookie into a lasting romance?

Ever since his brother was killed because he was gay, Maury’s worked to take his brother’s place as the bull rider, the provider, and the ideal of his family’s macho expectations. The only thing Maury’s ever done for himself is buy a secret ranch so he can get away from the responsibilities he’s chained himself to. Then he meets Tristão Silva, the younger brother of the one man who could rob Maury of his bull riding championship.

Tristão may be a world-class bull rider in his own right, but his kind, gentle nature and sexy samba hips make Maury long for something beyond his selfless, sexless life. The two men’s lives are worlds apart, even if they’re both buckling under family expectations. Will their future last beyond an eight-second ride?

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As they approached the pen, the big light red bull tossed his head.

“Howdy, Peaches.”

The bull gazed at him and blinked. Bulls, and cows for that matter, could see nearly 360 degrees, but they could smell even better. They could pick up scents literally miles away. “Good to smell you, Peaches.”

He propped his arm on the fence and stared in at the bull, then rested there and watched every tiny toss of Peaches’s head, the way he walked to the fence and paced back restlessly, then stopped and gazed at Maury.

“How will you use that information when you ride him later?”

The voice was light, musical, and heavily accented, but the English was perfect. Every syllable traveled up Maury’s spine like a lesson in a brand-new language. Maury turned slowly. “I guess I’ll be ready for him.”

He smiled. Tristão Silva smiled back. That face Maury had thought was unique when he caught a glimpse of it in the bar set whole new records in fucking amazing. His cheeks were like those of some statue made out of marble, but his smile carved a row of crevices, like ripples on a pond. A milk pond. His eyes were dark, but shockingly, they weren’t brown. They were blue. Deep sapphire blue, and at that moment they were sparkling. He said, “Ah, but what is Peaches planning to do with the information he’s collected on you?”

For a second, Maury stared, but then he pulled off his Resistol, slapped it on his leg, and laughed so hard he practically fell into the dirt.

When Maury’d finally stopped howling, Tristão stuck out his hand. “Tristão Silva.”

“Maury Garcia.” He shook the guy’s hand, which was rough, callused, and tough like any bull rider’s. But warm. Really, really warm.

“Of course. I didn’t mean to interrupt your communion, but I’m a big fan, and I wanted to speak to you before my brother arrives. You know what an asshole he can be.” He grinned, and Maury laughed again.

Maury asked, “Did you go yet?”

Tristão shook his head, and the too-long-for-a-bull-rider black hair danced around his face. “Soon.”

“I’ll come and watch you.”

He touched the brim of his black hat. “I’d be honored.”

“If your brother sees me, I’ll tell him I’m scoping out the competition. He says I can’t beat you.”

Tristão snorted. “I’m sure he said you can’t even beat me.”

Maury quirked the corner of his mouth. “I might’ve heard that word tossed in.”

“Xesús is a great bull rider.”

The name sounded like “Zhayzus” when he said it. It also made his lips purse in an interesting way. Maury nodded. “Almost as good as he thinks he is.”

“So true.” Those deep eyes seemed to have some kind of buried lights in them, like escaped fireflies. “But then a man of little ego would never crawl on the back of a bull.”

He turned to leave, then glanced over his shoulder at Maury. “Sorry to have interrupted your meditation for my fanboy moment.” He ambled away. Do cowboys really walk that way? It was as if Tristão heard some music the rest of the world missed. The man was about to risk his life on a bull, and he barely looked worried. Yeah. Young and stupid… and beautiful.

Cowboys Don't Series