Saturday, July 9, 2011

Excerpt of Volley Balls and a lil about Tara

Excerpt PG-13: Volley Balls by Tara Lain M/M/M Menage Contemporary

AVAILABLE July 1 from Etopia Press

David Underwood needs to go to AA – Alpha-lovers Anonymous, but his ogling of two Australian volleyball players on Laguna Beach gets him harassed and terrified he might be in for a repeat of his previous abusive relationship. Australian, Gareth Marshall needs to come out. A lifetime of hiding his orientation from his best friend and volleyball partner, Edge, as well as everyone else around him, has left him hurt and frustrated.When Gareth gets a load of David posing nude as the Micheangelo statue in the famous Laguna Pageant, he knows his hiding days are numbered. But Edge has his own secrets, and may just take them out on the two lovers. And David's ex-lover has some nasty plans of his own. With everything stacked against them, can a flaming gay Laguna boy find happiness with an alpha male – or two?

Leaning against the wall by the door, blocking his exit, was “the friend.” The delicious, terrifying, dark-haired beach guy, sporting an inscrutable grin.
Holy shit.
David, half-scared and half-angry, demanded, “What the fuck are you doing here?”
The grin got wider showing off white teeth that David kind of wished were the better to eat him with.
What was he thinking?
“I followed you.”
“You what? Jesus, get away from me. Let me out of here.” But David couldn’t force his leaden legs to get out the damned door. In fact, he stepped back a couple feet.
The guy pushed off from the wall and started toward him.
David put up his hands. “You’re nuts. You can’t get away with beating up gay men in Laguna. This isn’t some Neanderthal country. You’ll get arrested, do you hear me?”
The guy paused and frowned. “Who said anything about beating you up?”
“How about your fucking friend?”
The guy started toward David again. Shit, when you didn’t want them there were six guys in line at the urinal. Now? Nobody.
“Hey, he’s not me. Understand?” It sounded like understend.
The guy reached him and David pressed back against the wall. Trapped. Maybe he could slip to the side. David turned his head, but rough, callused fingers touched his cheek, then began a slow, exploratory caress over his cheekbones. “So perfect.”
David gasped. What did the guy say? “What?” He turned only his eyes toward the Aussie and saw him gazing at David’s face like some painting in his gallery.
“I saw you last night. At that art thingy. I thought you were perfect. These cheekbones, That ass. God, I wanted you so bad.”
What? What the fuck? Of all the fucking nerve… David shoved off the wall, hands firmly planted on his hips. “Are you trying to tell me that you’re gay? Running around harassing innocent people with that band of delinquents, and you’re a closet fag? Give me a break!”
“No, mate, give me a break.” And the guy’s hand slipped around David’s head and pulled him straight into strong arms.
A seeking mouth closed over his lips and the first touch robbed him of air.
David would have sputtered if he could breathe. His hands came up to push the guy away, but shit, the Aussie was strong. Those big hands held him still, not hurting him, but not letting him go, and soft, oh-so-soft lips stroked back and forth against David’s closed mouth. Then he felt a gentle tongue teasing at the tight seam of his closed mouth.
He tried to push away, honest he did, but oh my God…He moaned. This shouldn’t feel so good. The guy was a poser, an identity thief. David couldn’t want a man like this. Not again.… But he was hungry and those lips were a feast, a meal of luscious, delicious sweetness he hadn’t tasted is so-o-o long.
Maybe never. The tongue teased and pressed persuasively. Resist, resist…
Total surrender. David’s lips parted and that hot tongue pressed deep into his mouth. Every dormant cell flamed to life with heat and feeling, his cock leading the way. He couldn’t think. Too much smoke from the fire.
His hands slipped into that dark, silky mane as David fit his mouth more perfectly to the Aussie’s. That marauding tongue explored until it caressed David’s completely, teasing and dominating. A rough hand grabbed his butt and pulled him onto his tiptoes until his cock could fit beside the bigger man’s. Hard. Hot. They both went nuts, rubbing their cocks together. Oh shit, it felt good. He tasted so good. Pictures formed in David’s mind. Him dropping to his knees and sucking until the man’s eyes rolled up in his head. His body draped over the sink with the Aussie’s hot cock buried in his ass. Oh God, he wanted…
What the hell? What was he doing? Crap. No. No.
He ripped his mouth from the guy’s. The sheer unexpectedness of it gave David momentum to break away and take a few quick steps toward the door. “No, asshole. Get away from me. I do not do this. I don’t go with men who aren’t proud of who and what they are. Not anymore. Never again. Go back to your closet and play with your volleyballs.”

About Tara:
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 perseverance and lots of workshops, had the first novel she ever wrote accepted for publication in 2010. She’s now on book six. 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”.

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  1. great excerpt! book sounds really hot too!

  2. Thank you, Diva. Glad to meet you! We're having a drawing to win the book next Saturday. If you leave me your email address or go to my Book blog and leave a comment you may win. : )

  3. Hello again Tara..*S*
    Loving the excerpt, and it reads better every time :)
    This is a beautiful blog.
    Hope your having a great weekend!
    H just came in the door with Saturdays mail, and I just received the mouse and pad and cards...thank you very much.
    My laptop and mouse says thank you to...LOL
    My puppy mousepad was looking a bit raggged..
    Thank you again for the great contest!



  4. Ty for the compliment on my blog and I love Taras books!

  5. Hi Darcy--

    I'm so glad you like the mousepad! Isn't this blog gorgeous. I'm so happy to be visiting. : )

  6. Thank you again for the great interview, and a visit back to this awesome blog. Oh, and I love my mousepad!
    Hope you all are having a great Monday!


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  7. Great Excerpt!

  8. Thank you, bearaboo. So glad you came by and at NOR too. : )