While Fire Balls continues to tear up the town being in the top five bestsellers in Gay Romance on Amazon since it released (thank you!), i am now turning my thoughts to March 20 and the release of my yummy new paranomal, contemporary MM romance, Spell Cat! So here is the very first excerpt from the new book. Hope you enjoy it. : )
Excerpt: Spell Cat by Tara Lain; MM Paranormal Contemporary
Please NOTE: The Following Excerpt is Unedited and May Change in its Final Version.
Please NOTE: The Following Excerpt is Unedited and May Change in its Final Version.
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, because 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 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.
Blaine was standing at the end of
the counter a few feet away, staring at Killian.
How long could a witch live with
his heart stopped?
Oh gods. He understood. Heat.
No…fire! The way he felt this moment dwarfed every emotion he’d had with Moran
by a thousand. A million. The chasm between indifference and…passion. His heart
beat fast, his breath caught in his chest, and his eyes never wanted to look on
another sight, just Blaine.
He ought to run, but whether away
or straight to Blaine, he wasn’t sure.
“Mrwar.”
Blaine seemed to catch the
welcome in that meow. He smiled and took a step closer. “Hi, Al. Good to see
you, buddy.”
Aloysius unwrapped himself from
Killian’s neck, did one bound off the tabletop, and launched himself into
Blaine’s waiting arms. Oh Powers, would that Killian could do the same. He
actually had to hold himself still, or he knew he’d follow the cat.
Blaine petted Al as the cat did
his imitation of a moving fur coat; purring so loudly that Killian could hear
him, even a few feet away. “You seem happy to see me, anyway.” He looked up.
“Are you happy to see me, Killian?”
Killian nodded. Correction, his
head nodded. He had no power over it.
Blaine walked even closer. “Could
I have lunch with you? Talk to you?”
The head nodded again.
The human slipped into the chair
beside Killian. Sweet Powers, he smelled so wonderful. That sweet and spice
together. Killian wanted to turn himself into Aloysius so he could rub all over
the man’s body.
“This sure is one great cat.
Where did you get him?”
Killian cleared his throat.
“Gift, uh, a gift from my mother.”
Blaine chucked Al under the chin,
and the cat let him. “My mother hates cats.” He looked up, and Killian swam
into the pools of deep green. “Of course, my mother hates me, so she’s not
likely to give me the time of day, much less a pet.”
“Surely not?”
He grinned. “That she hates me?
Oh yeah. I keep defying her by choosing to be gay when her preacher has clearly
cleansed me of this delusion at least ten times, so she has washed her hands of
me.”
“But you didn’t choose… Oh,
you’re joking.”
Blaine’s grin faded. “I wish it
were a joke. Then a lot of beaten up, confused kids would have parents who
loved and understood them.”
Powers. There were worse things
than having a manipulative witch for a mother. “I’m so sorry, Blaine. I didn’t
mean it like that.”
Blaine smiled. “I never thought
you were making fun. I just have a weird sense of humor sometimes.”
And then he did it. He put his
hand on Killian’s arm. Such a simply gesture. Flash! Heat blazed in Killian’s
head, and hot steel filled his cock. Blaine started and pulled his hand away.
Those green eyes widened, and he stared at Killian like he was either the
answer to a dream or a cobra, and Blaine wasn’t sure which. “Holy shit!”
Killian tried to make sense of
his brain synapses and grasped at the first thought. “Uh, food, did you want
food?”
Blaine leaned over and whispered
in his ear. “I want to eat with you and talk to you and sleep with you and take
you home with me. But right now,[BG1] I want to make love to you so
badly I’m having trouble focusing.”
There was that head nod again.
Where the fuck did that come from?
“Does that mean you want to make
love to me too?”
Killian stared at Blaine, the
human physics professor whose simplest touch could drain a witch’s power until
his own mother didn’t know him and his people couldn’t benefit from his great
sperm and -- and all that dogma. The answer was “yes.” He did want to make love
to Blaine. He wanted it more than anything. The evil witch voice piped up in
his head. Yep, these humans are tempting.
That’s how the witch race got so depleted. He was the strongest male witch
in ten generations. That had to be worth something. He had never had a really
satisfying relationship with a man, even for a short time. He wanted one.
Didn’t he deserve just a little happiness before he gave his life for his
people? He’d tried it the right way, the witch-stamp-of-approval way, and
nearly got his back broken for his trouble.
Blaine was staring at Killian
like he was in suspended animation; only the fingertips that scratched Al’s
head moved. There. That was it. Blaine had the best possible credentials. Aloysius,
who was no dumb cat, was crazy about the human…and so was Killian. Just that
simple. He didn’t care if he rotted in witch oblivion, or if he lost some of
his fabled power. How much damage could he do in such a little while? “Yes.”
E-mail:
tara@taralain.com
Website: http://www.taralain.com
Author blog: http://taralain.blogspot.com
Book blog: http://beautifulboysbooks.blogspot.com
Savvy Authors: http://www.savvyauthors.com/vb/member.php?2398-Tara-Lain
Twitter:
http://twitter.com/taralain
The format is a little wonky, Tara, but that sneak peek was fabulous.
ReplyDeleteHi dear-- The format looks AOK on my computer. How weird! Glad you like the excerpt. : )
ReplyDeleteGood afternoon, Tara! I'm being greedy and leaving another post.
ReplyDeletelena.grey.iam@gmail.com