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Volley Balls

by Tara Lain

M/M/M Menage Contemporary

AVAILABLE July 1

Etopia Press http://www.etopia-press.net/

Excerpt PG-13:

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.”

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Voyeurism

by Cari Quinn

I’m so happy to be at Naughty in the Backseat today! I have a brand new release out at Ellora’s Cave titled Reveal Me, and it’s a story I love for a lot of reasons. One of those reasons is the backdrop for the opening of the story – a voyeurism club called Kink that will hopefully play a predominant role in upcoming books in the series.

Kink isn’t just a playground for those with fetishes they like to explore. Rather it’s a place where anyone can embrace the freedom to be themselves, with anyone watching. Some of the characters in the series enjoy voyeurism and being part of the action. Some don’t. But they all learn more about themselves through their sexual interactions at the club. I’m hoping people like Reveal Me and are excited to read more about Kink and the people who frequent the club.

Now it’s your turn. Does the idea of reading about a voyeurism club intrigue you? Or even better, would you rather experience one firsthand?

About the Author:  Award-winning, multi-published author Cari Quinn wrote her first story—a bible parable—in 2nd grade, much to the delight of the nuns at her Catholic school. Once she saw the warm reception that first tale garnered, she was hooked. She attempted her first romance in junior high, long before she’d ever read one. Writing what she knew always took a backseat to what she wanted to know, and that still holds true today. Cari’s genres of choice include contemporary, romantic comedy, romantic suspense, urban fantasy and paranormal. Recently she discovered erotic romance. Oh, how far she’s come.

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Revel Me

by Cari Quinn

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave

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Synopsis:

Alana MacGregor craves excitement, but when her sometimes lover dumps her at a popular sex club, she wonders if she’s outgrown her live-fast-and-recover-later lifestyle. The last thing she expects is to run into the nerdy guy she rebuffed in high school—or for him to rock her world in ways no other man ever has.

Hot on the trail of a story, Carter Nicholas can’t believe his luck at encountering the one woman he’s never forgotten. He’s come a long way from being a wall-hugging geek. Now he gets all A’s between the sheets. But can he convince Alana he’s her sure ticket to an unforgettable night—and maybe much more?

An Excerpt From: REVEAL ME

Copyright © CARI QUINN, 2011

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

“Alana MacGregor, it’s been a long time.” He crossed his arms over his chest, flexing impressive muscles under his black T-shirt. He stared at her, his fingers digging into his delicious biceps. “Middlemarch High,” he said after a moment. “Remember?”

Her interest plummeted. Sexy guy or not, she had no desire to take any ill-advised trips down memory lane. High school reminded her of when she’d done anything to fit in. She’d told herself she’d changed so much from that insecure girl, but hadn’t she just been dumped by a guy whose idea of commitment was a date at the Double Burger? Clearly she hadn’t changed one iota.

“Mac?” he pressed, clearly waiting for an answer.

Ignoring him, she motioned to the bartender. Jack sidled over and gave her a slow smile. “Need more Patron, sweetheart?”

“Yep. Hit me, babe.”

“I’ve got it.” Her new friend slipped a ten by the glass placed in front of her. Jack grabbed the cash and headed off to fill more orders.

Shrugging, she downed the shot and snapped the glass on the bar. The burn made her wince, but damn did it feel good when the liquid reached her belly. “Tastes the same no matter who pays.”

“Same old Mac.” She squinted at him when he shook his head. Shaggy reddish-brown hair dipped into his eyes and was thumbed back. “Guess I hoped you were different now.”

“Can’t say the same, since I don’t have a clue who you are. Nor do I want to.”

She wasn’t a nice drunk, and tonight wasn’t the night to change her ways. She couldn’t even claim to be really inebriated. Three shots just gave her a nice, subtle buzz. Besides, it wasn’t this guy’s fault she’d had such a craptastic evening. Hell, if he’d gone to Middlemarch High, he might have been a friend. Surely she’d had a few of those, other than Kelly.

Right? She leaned on the bar and stifled the urge to brush the hair off his forehead. His eyes narrowed and hers widened as a memory teased her mind. But she couldn’t grab it, any more than she could keep from sliding her feet apart on the rung of the barstool. She knew he noticed the subtle invitation from his deep exhale.

Alana rubbed her lips together, savoring the last of the tequila. “Listen, maybe we got off on the wrong foot.”

She blinked as he stepped closer and infused her personal space with his unusual scent. Crisp aftershave and…faintly, ink. Weird. But also irresistible.

No wonder she always got into trouble. Her addiction to men knew no bounds.

He slid one muscular thigh between hers and her knees fell open like the gates to Graceland, granting him instantaneous admission. She was surprised she managed not to whimper fuck me like the eager, uh…beaver she knew she must look like.

“Did you like the drink?” His voice rumbled along her nerve endings, the deep baritone vibrating straight into her pussy.

“Patron’s my favorite.” Her phone went off in her hand, but she couldn’t quite coordinate her arm to lift it to her ear.

Whether she was buzzed, desperate or just horny, she didn’t know. Right now her overactive libido couldn’t differentiate.

“I want a taste.”

He leaned down and she leaned back, giving herself a little room to think. This wasn’t smart. Rebound flings never worked out. Celibacy was where it was at.

Problem was, she wanted him. Wanted someone. She wasn’t like Kelly, who could go ages without sex. It had already been several months since Alana last touched Ramon. She was overdue. Overripe. She needed the thrill of an appreciative man’s touch as much as she needed her morning jolt of java.

And he was here, ready, willing—her fingers brushed the thick hardness behind his zipper—and more than able.

So what was she waiting for? Maybe crying suited some women, but she’d always been one to hop right back on the horse. Preferably bareback.

She closed the space between them and, forgoing subtlety, dove in for the mother of all kisses. Mmm. Heat punched into her—a quick, swift jab that left her reeling. She gasped and clutched his T-shirt, clamping her lips over his again before more sounds escaped. His tongue invaded her mouth, hot and all-consuming.

Want. Need. Bad.

Laminated Five Heroes

by Tara Lain

I’m delighted to have been asked to blog here today because I do love Naughty Boys. In fact, I tell people that when they read my books they get to meet “The Beautiful Boys of Romance”, and that’s what I’d like to talk about today.

Do you remember in the old Friends TV series, they had the “laminated five”? These were the five men (or woman) that you could have sex with and your significant other could not object. It’s kind of a popular expression with some of my friends. “Who’s on your laminated list?” Year after year, Johnny Depp makes it to one of my top spots. Adam Lambert is on there too, (not that he’d be interested).

But what about book characters? We don’t usually think of them for the top five list since, after all, they aren’t “real”. But then again nether are Johnny or Adam in my world, so why not book characters? In fact, that’s what I try to do when I’m writing. Create at least one hero in every book that is worthy of your laminated five list. A guy so dreamy, so drool-producing, that he surpasses all the rules. These are my “beautiful boys of romance”. I write them, first, because I love them , and I hope you will too.

In my novel, Genetic Attraction, you only have to read a few chapters to know the special relationship I have with Roan Black. He’s not the central character of the book. Em is the main POV character, and Jake is the principal man. But Roan? He’s just special; gentle, charming, sexy, wise and thoroughly yummy. You can tell he captured my heart and a top place on my list. In my recently drafted sequel to Genetic Attraction called Androgynous Dreams, I’m crazy for the complex, reclusive, and very androgynous Elijah who has Shirley Temple curls. I hope you’ll meet him this year.

But I can’t hog all the top spots with my own characters. I haven’t written enough books yet. So I will share a few of my other favorite heroes (five plus a bonus!)

Shasertai in Jet Mykles steampunk story, Sursein Judgment, is one of my all-time favorites. Complex, beautiful, flawed, he’s definitely on my list.

Edward in Lynn Lorenz’ marvelous Edward Unconditionally is clearly someone on her top list (and mine) because he’s written with such love. Funny, sensitive, bright and, we have to say it, flaming gay, he captures all hearts.

Jean Claude from Laurell K. Hamilton’s Anita Blake series is my vote for top sexiest vamp of all time. Of course, I love pretty men, and he’s the prettiest. He’s a marvelous combination of ruthless and loyal, cool and loving.

Matthew from Sloan Parker’s More is the heart of the novel , and becomes the reader’s emotional anchor in the story. You have to love him.

A new love of mine is Boone in Ethan Day’s Sno Ho, and its sequel Life in Fusion. He’s funny and captivating.

I can’t forget Adin in Z.A.Maxfield’s Notturno and Vigil. Few humans can out-do a vamp for fascination, but this one does.

Now it’s your turn. Who are your “laminated five” heroes? They don’t just have to be from romance novels. Movies? General interest books? Do you have a secret crush on Mr. Darcy or Hawkeye? Share.

About the Author:

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 four. 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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Genetic Attraction

by Tara Lain

Publisher: Loose Id

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Synopsis:

At a conservative Long Island University, renowned researcher, Dr. Emmaline Silvay, has two great loves – her life-saving work, and her younger research partner, Jake Martin. The romantic love is impossible. She’s his boss and he lives with his girlfriend. The the “girlfriend” is actually a boyfriend, the beautiful and infamous supermodel, Roan Black.

Resigned to a platonic relationship, Em accepts a weekend invitation to their home, but the men have a menage on their minds. She can’t resist, doesn’t even want to. But their intentions go far beyond passion. They want her to “be a part of them”. Their three-way love defies propriety and the standards of the University that funds their work. The supermodel’s fame makes secrecy impossible. Their ménage threatens to crumble all she’s worked for. What will give way to make room for genetic attraction?