Guest Author & Giveaway: Tara Lain

Male Witches


Hi everyone.I’m Tara Lain and I write the Beautiful Boys of Romance.  I’m delighted to be making my first visit to Lissa’s blog.My new book Brush with Catastrophe (the sequel to Spell Cat) releases today (happy dance!) and is the story of a male witch. When I tell people that, some ask why he’s not called a warlock or sorcerer. So let’s talk about boy witches.

I created my own paranormal world for Spell Cat and continue it in Brush with Catastrophe. I didn’t like the idea that the males and females had different names so I decided that my hero would be called “witch”. It turns out (although I didn’t know it at the time) that a majority of people in witchcraft today call male witches–witch. The word has no gender. According to some sources, the term warlock in Old English means “oath breaker” and, therefore, can be pejorative. This idea seems to be fairly common among Wiccans. Another source I read said that Warlock means “Lord of the Lake” and that the female equivalent is Laylock. Regardless, warlock is seldom used to describe witches today. Wizard is a popular term for a man who practices magick thanks to “Harry Potter” and the word simply means wise man. Sorcerer is another possible name and may be used interchangeably although the word sorcerer can have a black magick or evil connotation in some circles. All in all, the most used name for a male who practices magick is witch.

In Brush with Catastrophe, my hero, Sammy Raphael, considers himself a crappy witch. Other witches  have the ability to change the appearance of a thing not by changing the thing itself but by altering people’s perceptions. They can command weather and control energy. They cannot heal themselves though they can heal each other to some degree. They can sense power in another and a really powerful witch can even control the weather and bring down lightning. Sammy can paint. He’s a prophetic painter. He wakes up in the morning and finds he has painted something that always happens. But these things never seem to be of any importance. Then he paints this really handsome guy— and that’s our story. The tale of how a seemingly powerless young witch, with the help of the black cat familiar Aloysius, is faced with having to change the world to save his race and the man he loves.

Would you like to win a $10 Gift Card or a signed copy of Golden Dancer in print, or a bag of swag, or a choice of ebook from my backlist? Just leave a comment WITH YOUR EMAIL.  Winners will be announced on November 5th! Just come to my book blog Beautiful Boys Books to see the winner. Hint– every comment is entered for the Gift Card, but the other prizes will be awarded to people who comment on the “mystery” blogs during the tour. Only I know which ones they are. So hop over to Beautiful Boys Books and look at the tour schedule. You may want to add a comment to some of the other blogs just to up your chances of winning the prizes. And thank you so much for visiting!


Excerpt R: Brush with Catastrophe by Tara Lain; MM Paranormal with Witches!

Available from Loose Id   Amazon


Sammy Raphael is a crappy witch. And on top of that, he can’t get a boyfriend. Where other supernaturals can bring down lightning and manifest wealth, Sammy can paint. True, the “prophetic” paintings he does at night always come true, but they never predict anything important. Then he paints a gorgeous guy and it turns out to be his secret crush, Ryder. But the guy has changed so much he’s almost unrecognizably beautiful. And then Sammy paints an angel who turns out to be a witch. But is that witch also a devil? And why the hells does Ryder keep changing? Aloysius, the black cat familiar, always backs the winner. So why is he backing Sammy?


Sammy sank to the floor in front of the easel, and Aloysius came over and started licking his hand. It felt like someone had stuck a butter knife in his heart and was turning it slowly.

“What the hells just happened?”


Sammy hung his head between his bent legs. “Why did he come here? He could have warned me at school. Why did he care for me and sleep with me? Oh gods, Al, why did he hold me?” Heat pressed behind his eyes. “I never wanted anyone else. Not even Lucien. Even if Lucien had been the most faithful boyfriend on earth, I didn’t really want him. I’ve always wanted Ryder, and that passion is stupid and useless like everything. And now he’s made it worse.” Sammy collapsed on his back, holding his stomach. “Why did he do it? Why did Ryder—”

The front door flew open with a crash against the wall, and in two steps Ryder stood in the middle of the room. “Am I beautiful to you? Am I, Sammy?”

Sammy sat up. He couldn’t catch his breath. “Yes. You always have been.”

Ryder stared at Sammy, his green eyes like emerald lasers. In a big step, he cleared the space between them, reached down for Sammy, and pulled him to his feet. “Good, because I’m sick of pretending you’re not beautiful to me.” And he dropped his head and covered Sammy’s mouth with his perfect lips.

Was this happening? Sammy’s mouth was so far open in astonishment that Ryder’s tongue slipped right in. Did the guy know what he was doing? Had he lost his friggin’ mind? Did Sammy care? Hells, no. He wrapped his arms around Ryder’s neck and sucked that sweet tongue into his throat. No strawberries. Just Ryder deliciousness. His new favorite flavor.

Somewhere in the background, Aloysius began to purr so loudly the neighbors must have heard him.

Sammy’s tongue danced with Ryder’s. The man really knew how to kiss, but the idea that it was Ryder practically made Sammy faint. His cock stood at full attention, but he tried to keep his hips away from Ryder. Didn’t want to scare the guy.

Until Ryder’s strong hands gripped Sammy’s butt and pulled him tight against a rigid pole in his jeans. Oh yeah, that was the cock Sammy had tried so hard not to feel last night. But now he’d gotten a full-on invitation. He raised a leg and hooked it over Ryder’s hip to get closer. Ryder grabbed his calf and pulled Sammy even tighter until the ridges of the cocks in their pants were rubbing together hard and hot. Sammy pulled his head away from the kiss. “Is this really happening?”

Ryder pressed his lips against Sammy’s ear. “Believe it. I could barely keep my cock out of your ass last night. I wanted to fuck you so bad I was hard all night.”

“I thought you were sleeping.”

“No, dreaming of pushing my dick inside you. Can I, Sammy? Can I?”

“How fast can we get to the bed?”

Ryder picked Sammy up. “Last night I was practicing.” He laughed. It only took a few steps to get to the bed. Ryder laid his burden gently on the straightened covers, unfastened Sammy’s fly, and dragged the jeans down his hips. Then he stopped and stared. “I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long. Seeing your cock.”

“You saw it last night.”

“But I didn’t think I could have it then.”

Sammy’s head was going to explode. “I had no idea you wanted it. Aren’t you straight?”

Ryder grinned. “Never.”

“Then why in hell have you been drooling over every pair of tits in New York?”

“It’s complicated. Can I fuck you now and explain later? My cock hurts.”


Tara Lain’s first erotic romance novel was published in January of 2011. She’s now on book 16. Her novels have garnered awards for Best Series of 2011, Best Contemporary Romance, 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, and she carries her promotional instincts into her writing career as well. She lives  with her soul-mate husband in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town 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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Guest Author: Sabrina York

Folly by Sabrina York: Scorching Erotic Regency with BDSM Elements

I’ve always been a sucker for the Regency era. I cut my teeth on of Jane Austen and Georgette Heyer. My shelves are jammed full of modern-day Regencies. I love the way the restrictions of the time made sensuality simmer under the surface.

Well, maybe no one else noticed it. But I did.

I couldn’t resist trying my own hand, writing a Regency—as prim and proper as I could manage.

Ahem. It’s an erotica. With BDSM elements.

I suppose that is as prim and proper as I could manage.

But hey. All the female characters wear gloves. At least part of the time. Part of the time they’re not wearing anything at all. I’ll let you guess which times.

I had so much fun writing this book, I turned around and wrote the prequel (Dark Fancy). And then fell in love with one of the secondary characters in that book. So I had to write Edward’s story too. And then (sigh) I had to write Violet’s story as well. Those books are in the works, and hopefully coming soon.

If you enjoy Regency romance that simmers under the covers, you will like Folly and its companion books. A lot. Here’s a taste:


Widowed and threatened with penury by her heartless in-laws, Eleanor, Lady Ulster hatches a plot to save herself. Determined to produce the Ulster “heir,” she seduces a stranger at tawdry masquerade. Little does she know, this magnificent masked lover is none other than her husband’s greatest nemesis. And God knows, Ulster had plenty.

Ethan Pennington is mortified to arrive at the Earl of Darlington’s house party and discover Lady Ulster in attendance. He has

wanted her and hated wanting her—his enemy’s bride—for years. When he overhears Eleanor’s predicament, and her plans to place a cuckoo in the Ulster nest, he is more than willing to oblige. The opportunity to finally have her, while taking the revenge he craves, is more than he can resist.

Ethan strikes a bargain with Eleanor, promising to provide her with the heir she so desperately needs…but requires she meet his

needs in return—every decadent one of them. When he realizes she is the mysterious stranger who stole his heart on a moonlit night, thoughts of revenge melt away beneath the hope for something more. A fleeting affair becomes a seductive courtship, and then a desperate pursuit as Ethan realizes…he is running out of time to win her.

An Excerpt From: FOLLY

Ethan carried Eleanor directly to his room, fully prepared to defend his actions, but they saw no one, not even a footman in the hall. Of course, he was moving fairly quickly. Hell. He had her in his arms, the most beautiful woman in the world. A woman he’d wanted—and hated wanting—from the instant he’d set eyes on her.

If he was being honest with himself—and now he could, because there was no reason left to lie—he’d dreamed about this moment. But it had always been just that. A dream. And a damn frustrating one to boot.

He’d fantasized about taking Ulster’s wife, punishing her for husband’s sins, making her beg and plead and weep for mercy, for his cock. He had, in the deep cloak of night, pleasured himself to visions of Eleanor tied to his bed or bent over the divan, languishing beneath the lash. But mostly, whimpering with pleasure beneath him.

But now, Ulster was dead. Eleanor was in his arms, compliant. Wanting him. Wanting him to fuck her. It was no longer a fantasy or a vague imagining. She was warm and heavy in his embrace, and he was minutes away from finally having her.

The anticipation was excruciating.

Still, when he reached his room, he didn’t toss her on the bed and mount her, as the beast inside him urged. No. He wanted this to last. He wanted this to linger. He wanted to ratchet up the tension…for both of them.

Gently, he set her on her feet in the center of the room and headed for the table by the window, bearing an assortment of decanters. He poured himself a drink and then threw himself into the armchair by the fire, facing her, reveling in the fact she was here. In his room, his lair.

She stood silently, quivering slightly.

Exultation—that of a predator who had finally captured his prey—lashed through him.

“Take down your hair.”

She did so, pulling out the pins, one after the other until the heavy mass cascaded down her slender back. He stared at it, transfixed. He wanted nothing more than to wrap it around his fist and bring it to his nose and draw in her scent. But first…

“Remove your dress.”

She blushed and showed him her back. “I cannot.”

Rage and bitter disappointment flashed through him. “My lady, we have a bargain. You must do as I say.”

She glanced back at him, over her shoulder, and shot him a shy smile, a tentative offering. She lifted her hair, revealing a long line of tiny buttons running from her neckline to her hips. “I cannot take off my dress. You will have to unbutton me.”

Scalding lust replaced his rage in an instant. He was rock hard in a breath.

He swallowed a sudden pool of drool in his mouth. Bounding from his chair, he bolted across the room to her side.

The buttons were tiny and, truth be told, his fingers shook, but he managed—somehow—to undo them. He stroked the creamy vee of skin he revealed with the first few. A thrill shot through him, straight to his balls, when she quivered at his touch.

He was possessed, suddenly, of the urge to hold one side of the garment in each fist and rip. But he didn’t. For one thing, that would end this too quickly and he didn’t want to end this quickly. Instead, he satisfied his roiling hunger by nibbling on the back of her neck, licking and sucking on her nape as he blindly fumbled for the next button. And the next. When the gown opened far enough, he turned her and, slowly, drawing his palms over her shoulders, nudged the dress off. He swallowed as, bit by bit, her graceful shoulders were revealed. Then her chest.

Damn. She wore a chemise.

But her breasts, swollen and pert, were visible through the sheer material. Her nipples, puckered and fat, taunted him. Unable to resist, he thumbed a taut peak. She moaned, which brought his gaze up to her face.

God. She was beautiful, her lashes fanning her cheeks like sooty moons, her lips slightly parted and damp, her nostrils flared.

“Do you like that?” he whispered.

She colored. A red tide crept up her cheeks giving her a rosy glow.

Had he ever thought her cold? How had he ever decided she was reserved?

“Yes, Ethan.”

He could tell she was aroused. It was evident in her short, hard gasps, the trembling in her form, the rising scent of lust. It nearly drove him mad.

But he returned to his chair and sat, facing her once more. A whole room away.

It nearly killed him.

Her eyes flew open at his withdrawal. He nodded curtly in her direction. “There. You’re unbuttoned. Finish the job yourself.” Because, God, he wanted to watch her undress. For him.

She swallowed and nodded and let the dress fall to the floor.

He ground his teeth, bit his tongue, curled his hand into a fist around the arm of the chair. Anything to keep him from flying across the room, taking her in his arms and planting himself inside her.

No. He sat there in the plush chair and watched as she revealed herself to him. For once her dress fell, she lifted her chemise. His heart thudded in his chest—in his cock—as her creamy belly, her abdomen and finally, her breasts were bared.

God. She was beautiful.

She pulled the chemise all the way off and let it fall to the floor. Let her gaze fall as well. She peeped up at him, standing there in nothing but her drawers.

“Finish it.” His voice was as rough and uneven as gravel.

She hesitated only for a heartbeat then hooked her thumbs into the waistband and tugged her drawers off.

Dear. God.

At the sight of that silken triangle damp with dew, his heart stuttered.

She was naked.

In his room.



Folly releases in just a couple days—October 31st. Visit my bookshelf at or my Ellora’s Cave Author Page to read excerpts from all my books.

What’s next? Training Tess, a scorching BDSM contemporary releases November 28th and Dark Fancy, the prequel to Folly, an erotic Regency with BDSM elements is coming soon.

Enter my contest to win a Tiara
You can enter to win a gorgeous tiara by signing up for Sabrina York’s Royal Hotsheet (new book and contest info only–no spam! Your e-mail address will not be shared). If you’re already getting the newsletter, don’t fret. You’re already in the drawing. Send an email with “Enter Me” in the subject line (this is erotica, after all) to The  drawing will be December 31, 2012. One entry per person. Refer Your Friends Bonus Entries Tell your friends about Sabrina York, Her Royal Hotness. If they sign up for Sabrina’s Hotsheet you earn another entry. (NOTE: They must tell me that you referred them in the message box).

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2013 Bookie Award Nominees and A Sale

I have never had a book nominated for an award before. This is exciting for me. This is awesome for me. I was completely shocked and surprised and in awe. You know when people say they were honored just to be nominated? Yeah, it’s a real feeling. I’m my first, last, hardest, and worst critic. I always see where I could have done better, where I could have written something smoother, hotter, sexier, deeper. I always see the imperfection of what I’ve created. But that there were people who thought the two stories nominated were worth it… Yeah, for me, it is a definite honor and very humbling.

Here’s the link to the full list of nominees in all categories: Authors After Dark: 2013 Bookie Award Nominees. The actual voting for the winners opens on November 1.

Committed: An Erotic Valentine’s Tale was nominated for Erotic Short Story of the Year

Melting Jane was nominated for Ebook Only Short Story of the Year

I am still like WOW!

Committed: An Erotic Valentine’s Tale is available for free all the time HERE on my website in PDF form, as well as on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and All Romance eBooks. Please download a copy…

Melting Jane is going to be on sale both in honor of the Bookie Award Nomination and as part of a fun two week sale organized by my friend Skye Warren.There are several wonderful authors participating and I’ve read most of them, love them, too. You can click on the graphic and it’ll take you directly to the sale page…

The normal price for Melting Jane is $2.99 but it’ll be on sale for $0.99 from now until November 14th on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and All Romance eBooks. If you haven’t read this book, now is your chance…

Graham Hall is a twenty-six year old Texan with the job of his dreams: being a freelance travel writer for a national publication. He’s just finished his latest article about small winter resort destinations in Colorado and has earned some personal down time. With the six month lease not yet up on the small cabin he rented, Graham decides to stick around the area for a while and in the process, finds himself agreeing to a blind date with a feisty, down on her luck in the love department, candy maker named Jane.

After all, what could it hurt?

Jane, completely oblivious to the set up, arrives at Graham’s isolated little valley cabin to deliver a box of her handmade Chocolate Kick truffles. From the moment Graham opens the door, Jane is tongue tied and ticked off. Edward, her business partner and most certainly former best friend, set her up. When she regains her ability to put two coherent words together, plus size, mid-thirties Jane apologizes for intruding and assures Graham that she will take care of the mistake.

What ensues is a series of encounters and confrontations between Jane and Edward, Jane and Graham, and Edward and Graham. At the heart of it all, is Jane’s happiness. Edward wants this for her more than anything. Graham finds himself caught up in her tart tongue and curvy body and isn’t about to call his all too real pursuit a failure, no matter how many times she says no.

With her inability to continue denying herself the man she affectionately refers to as Cowboy Surfer in her head, she gives in and is rewarded with scorching hot sex and a lot of follow-up phone calls after she learns the truth of Graham’s attraction. His persistence leads Jane to believe that life doesn’t have to revolve around chocolate truffles, but rather should revolve around a delicious, well traveled and well built younger man.

**This book was previously published and titled as Sugar Rush. It has been revised and re-edited for re-release.**

I have some awesome readers and I am more grateful to you than I can say for allowing me into your lives through my books. You give me the opportunity to earn a living doing something I love. Thank you…


M/M Blog Tour Links

Last week, I went on a little blog tour to promote my newly released and upcoming M/M books, Double Up and Malachi’s Word. There’s another one coming as well in December. I wanted to let readers know that I was going to be releasing and writing more M/M in the future and I wanted to let them know some of my reasons for writing it and for reading it.

I tweeted and Facebook posted about the blog tour, but as it begins to wind down and all, I wanted to post the links here on the blog incase any of you wish to go read and comment.

1. Delighted Reader

2. Daydreaming Book Reviews

3. The Smutty Kitty

4. Erotica For All

If you have a chance, go by those 4 blogs and have a read…

Oh, and here’s a peek at the new M/M banner Kendra Egert created for me. I’ll be using it soon…


Release Day

It’s been a long time since the last release day for me with a publisher. My self-publishing titles don’t make a splash and I’m not saying this one does either but a publisher published title sometimes does… It’s been over two years since I’ve had a Loose Id title too. The nerves y’all…

Then, of course, there’s the not so small fact that this release is a new genre for me. I felt similar nerves when I had a shifter release. And these are different nerves than that even… No less intense, but different.

Will people like it? Will people hate it? Will people get my voice when it comes to M/M writing? Will they not? I don’t write long books as it is, y’all know that, but that doesn’t take away from my wanting to write really good books. More than anything, I want to write really good books. People who read M/M seem very dedicated to it, just as those who are devoted shifter readers. That’s enough to send one’s nerve endings into frazzle. mode

M/M is a fun genre to write. It’s also intense and full of drama and stigma in a way that most M/F contemporary normally isn’t. I love exploring this genre. Reading it and writing it. I’ve found it has its own unique challenges and rewards.

I hope if you purchase Double Up that you’ll enjoy it and come back for more…


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