Let's see what she has to say!
Thank you, Michael, for inviting me to come hang out with you today. Now, you wouldn’t know about this, but I confess I love nerds. Anyone who has read my books will tell you I write about more nerds than action oriented guys. All the way back in my first book I set the standard. Jake Martin, my hero in Genetic Attraction and The Scientist and the Supermodel is a geneticist. He works in a lab sitting behind a computer. He may be gorgeous but he’s a nerd. Leap forward to my very popular recent release, Fire Balls. My heroes are an artist and a firefighter. Pure alpha? Nope. My firefighter has a Masters degree in literature, loves poetry and yearns to be a teacher. He’s a secret nerd!
And now we come to the piece de resistance, Spell Cat. Yes, my hero Killian Barth is the most powerful male witch in 10 generations, but he loves working at his job as a college professor of history. What does he teach? The history of witchcraft! And who does he fall in love with? Another professor. Blaine Genneau teaches quantum physics. How will this ultimately rational man take to the idea of his lover being a witch? Ah, you’ll have to read the book to find out.
So why nerds? Why are they sexy and a great subject for a book?
· They are smart! And smart is supremely sexy!
· They may be a bit of a know-it-all and think they have the answers so it’s fun seeing them change under pressure. Wait until you see Blaine use his quantum physics to explain Killian’s powers!
· At the same time, they are often broad-minded and open to new ideas which is always exciting
· They are often very rational so seeing them wrestling with their emotions makes for great drama
· They are unexpected heroes. Since we think of them as being all about thought not action, we’re surprised when they break out of their shell and get physical.
· Glasses are sexy!
And now for a CONTEST. Enter the Magic at Midnight Blog Tour Contest celebrating the release of Spell Cat on March 20th and Tara’s new contemporary fantasy, Sinders and Ash, on April 1.
· Leave a comment here with your EMAIL and you’ll be entered to win a $10 GC in the drawing on April 9th.
· Want to win a poster of the gorgeous Spell Cat cover? Want to win a Volley Balls T-Shirt? Or other fun prizes? Go over to Beautiful Boys Books and enter the contest. There are lots of questions to answer and lots of fun prizes like drawstring backpacks, notepads, mirror compacts. We’ll have a bunch of winners so you have a good chance of getting a prize!
Thank you again, Michael. I love suave guys like you too. : )
Excerpt R: Spell Cat by Tara Lain; MM Paranormal Erotic Romance
When Killian Barth, history professor, meets Blaine Genneau, quantum physicist, they ignite their own big bang. But sadly, Killian walks away because he doesn’t do physics professors. In fact, he doesn’t do humans; Killian is the most powerful male witch in 10 generations and, though gay, he’s expected to save his declining race by reproducing. Sex with humans depletes his power – or so he’s been taught. Then why can young human, Jimmy Janx, dissolve spoons with a thought? Somebody’s a lying witch. With his powerful cat familiar, Aloysius, on his shoulder, Killian brings the lightning against deceit and greed to save Blaine from danger and prove love is the greatest power of them all.
Sweet Jesus. Felt so good. Blaine rode hard against Killian’s cock as flashes of heat seared through him. Had to get out of these clothes. Without taking his lips from Killian’s, he pulled off the man’s leather jacket and tossed it onto the overstuffed chair by the window. Damn. He needed both hands. He let go of Killian’s tight butt and grasped the edges of the thin wool sweater that clung to his slender body. Up and over. He pulled his mouth away, ripped the sweater over the long queue of hair, and tossed it after the jacket.
He stopped. What a picture. Holy fucking beautiful. He stepped back, still hanging on to both of Killian’s arms. Wow. He just wanted to look. The man’s skin was like so much warm, soft marble. Smooth. Not one hair marred the surface, just the perfect contrast of the flat pink disks of his nipples. So slender, but with just enough musculature. Like some Greek statue of Pan or Hermes. Killian’s hair had fallen loose, and part of the dark blond silk fell over one shoulder and onto his chest like a river of moonlight. No wonder this guy haunted Blaine's dreams.
Since the first moment he’d seen Killian that day in the classroom, he’d been a raging mass of hormones. And when Killian had run away, Blaine had gone after him. Killian was all push/pull and a flaming mass of insecurities. And yet Blaine couldn’t let him go. But then, look at this breathing wet dream standing in front of him. “Sweet Jesus, I have to see the rest.”
Killian looked embarrassed. Cute. Let’s unwrap this package. Belt off. He threw the belt somewhere in the direction of the chair. Killian’s eyes cast down like a blushing virgin. Shit, it totally turned Blaine on. Slowly, very slowly, he slid down the zipper on Killian’s jeans. Wow, no underwear. Double wow. No hair. Just skin like warm marble. Killian made a soft whimpering sound. Yes, my baby, it’s coming. Blaine leaned forward. His tongue slipped out to caress one of those pebbled nipples. Hard and soft, like a tiny cock.
Did he say gods? Blaine sucked harder. Rumble, rumble. Thunder again. Still sucking, he began to pull Killian’s jeans down over narrow hips, stopping just short of the Promised Land.
“Oh.” Rumble. The thunder rolled closer.
Blaine pulled back from his minifeast and shoved the denim down. Slap! A beautiful, rock-hard cock sprang out of its confines and smacked Killian’s belly. Crash. Lightning lit the room. Who had predicted this storm? It was like the thunder was inside him.
Blaine leaned in and nibbled up the soft column of Killian’s neck under the shower of hair. He let his hand quest lower. Oh yeah, the object of his quest. Wet and hot. He wrapped a hand around that smooth rod and gave a long pump. Uncut. The satin foreskin slipped and slid over the hot iron beneath. A first for Blaine. Killian threw his head back and moaned. Sweet God, the man was half virgin, half whore. Perfect.
Flash. Rumble. Rumble. Jesus, the thunder vibrated straight through Blaine’s balls. His cock hurt. Hot, stretched to breaking, and still confined in his jeans. He tried to adjust his erection with one hand. That hand got a little slap.
“My pleasure.” It sounded like a whimper.
He felt Killian pull his zipper down over his swollen cock; then his silky hand wrapped around Blaine’s penis. He held tight for a second, the fingertips gently exploring. Each tiny movement created little shocks that zipped up into Blaine’s groin. Sweet torture. Blaine’s legs shook. Then Killian began to pump. Tight and hard. Up and down, his hand squeezing like a preview of what it would feel like to be inside his body. Oh God, Blaine loved it, but he couldn’t stay upright another second. “Gotta lie down.”
He pushed against Killian. The slim body fell backward onto the bed. The white sheets had looked satiny until they had to compete with Killian’s skin. It was like the perfect picture Blaine had dreamed about since he’d met Killian. Lean arms and legs spread wantonly on his bed.
He looked down at himself. How was it he still had clothes on? He needed to be naked. He ripped his sweater over his head and began pulling down his pants. He glanced up. Okay, they were staring. The cat perched on his pillows seemed totally fascinated. Killian had propped himself up on his elbows and was gazing with a small smile. Blaine smiled back. “What?”
“Nothing but admiration, I assure you.” Killian was staring at Blaine’s feet.
Blaine looked down. Okay, he had not planned ahead. His boxer briefs and jeans tangled around his ankles, but they weren’t going anywhere with the black sneakers in the way. He grinned. “I’m usually better organized.”
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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 perseverance and lots of workshops, had the first novel she ever wrote published in January of 2011. Then she capped off the year by being voted Best Author of 2011 in the LRC Awards and had her Genetic Attraction Series named runner-up for Best Series of 2011! A very good year. 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”.