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Release Day Blitz & Giveaway: Love You So Sweetly by Tara Lain

Posted on Sep 13, 2019 with , , , , , , , No comments


Reading his future in a glass of sweet tea.





Love You So Sweetly
(Love You So Series, bk 4)
by Tara Lain

Blurb:
Reading his future in a glass of sweet tea.

The youngest son of one of America’s richest families, Remy Merced is so busy trying to save his family company from collapse, he’s never taken time to figure out if he’s gay, much less if he’s happy. Then his meddling mama hires him an assistant who’s everything Remy thinks he doesn’t want. Cute Harper Treadwell, from rural Arkansas, is a brilliant business prodigy… and openly gay. His wit and charm could confirm Remy’s suspicions about his own sexuality almost instantly—if they weren’t both already partnered. 

When Remy’s girlfriend and Harper’s boyfriend get a little too friendly, Remy finds that the path to happiness requires a long drive in an old Prius, a growing appreciation for small towns, and a whole lot of sweet tea. But before they can forge a future—they have to let go of the past.




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Excerpt


He walked to the door and—oh, heaven. The coffee aroma drifted from a huge steaming cup sitting in the middle of his desk. Like he’d seen an oasis on the desert, he hurried toward the cup. Holy cow. Not just hot but white. Obviously loaded with his favorite cream. He set down his backpack and grabbed the cup before even taking off his leather jacket. After a deep inhale, he sipped. Oh wow, perfect. Eartha hardly ever put in enough cream for him, and this was—different. Unique. What a flavor.
He took another swallow, then set it on the desk and took off his jacket, his gaze already drifting toward his laptop. Cradling his cup, he slid into the chair, toggled the space bar, and stared at the results from their three pilot regions, then sighed. Fuck. Not bad, but sure as hell not good.
“Are you ready for a refill?” The voice that came from his still-open doorway sounded like someone had poured extra cream into it as well.
Remy looked up, bobbled the cup, and splashed white coffee onto his desk and jeans. “Ow! Shit.”
“Oh Lord, I’m so sorry.”
By then Remy was on his feet, brushing at the drops clinging to the denim and frantically examining his starched white shirt. Before he quite grasped what was happening, long-fingered hands were brushing at his pant legs from behind, dangerously close to all kinds of personal items.
Remy danced in a circle. “Uh, wait. Enough. I got it.” He extended an arm to ward off the intrusive ministrations and came face-to-face with—who? He’d never seen the guy before. Young, with straight dark hair that was just that bit too long, kind of like his own, a slim face with high cheekbones and huge, doe-like eyes of clearest blue behind dark-rimmed glasses. Adorable nerd came to mind although it was a strange way to describe a guy. “Who are you?”
The guy clearly took a breath because his chest in a maroon sweater vest expanded and his nostrils flared. “Mr. Merced, I’m Harper Treadwell, your new assistant.”
For a second nothing quite computed, then his mother’s pronouncement of the previous day rushed back. “Oh.”
“I’m so mortified to have gotten off on the wrong foot. I just noticed you seemed to like the coffee and wondered if you wanted more.”
“The coffee?” Remy stared at the cup on his desk sitting in a small ring of spilled french roast.
“How about I clean that up and get you a new cup?” Harper grabbed the cup, pulled a real-life hanky from his pocket, and captured the drips, then rushed out of the office.
Remy kept staring. His brain must be too exhausted to click into gear, because whirlwind Harper returned with a brimming cup, a spray bottle of some kind of cleaner, and a rag before Remy even blinked. Harper carefully set the cup on a bookcase, sprayed the desk and cleaned it like he was doing art restoration. Then he lovingly set the cup on the desk and stepped back. “I’ll be happy to take your jeans to the Laundromat, sir, if you’d like.”
“Wha—no. Uh, thank you. How did you know about the coffee?”
“Know?”
“About the extra cream?”

“Oh, I asked my mama to ask your mama.” He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and then smiled with lots of teeth, but his gaze skittered around. “So how can I help you this morning?”


 Love You So Series




Bk 1
LOVE YOU SO HARD

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Bk 2
LOVE YOU SO MADLY


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Bk 4
LOVE YOU SO SPECIAL


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About the Author


Tara Lain believes in happy ever afters – and magic. Same thing. In fact, she says, she doesn’t believe, she knows. Tara shares this passion in her best-selling stories that star her unique, charismatic heroes — the beautiful boys of romance —  and adventurous heroines. Quarterbacks and cops, werewolves and witches, blue collar or billionaires, Tara’s characters, readers say, love deeply, resolve seemingly insurmountable differences, and ultimately live their lives authentically. After many years living in southern California, Tara, her soulmate honey and her soulmate dog decided they wanted less cars and more trees, prompting a move to Ashland, Oregon where Tara’s creating new stories and loving living in a small town with big culture. Likely a Gryffindor but possessed of Parseltongue, Tara loves animals of all kinds, diversity, open minds, coconut crunch ice cream from Zoeys, and her readers. She also loves to hear from you.   

You can find Tara at Lain

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Release Day Blitz: The Case of the Voracious Vintner by Tara Lain

Posted on Jan 29, 2019 with , , , , , , , , No comments


The next installment to the 
The Middlemark Mysteries Series 
is now available!




The Case of the Voracious Vintner
(A Middlemark Mystery Series, Bk 2) 
By Tara Lain 

Blurb:
Where Bo Marchand comes from, gay men are just confirmed bachelors who never found the right girl. But now Bo’s a successful winemaker on the central coast of California, supporting his whole damned Georgia family, and all he really wants is the beautiful, slightly mysterious Jeremy Aames.

Jeremy’s vineyard is under threat from Ernest Ottersen, the voracious winemaker who seems to know all Jeremy’s blending secrets and manages to grab all his customers. Bo tries to help Jeremy and even provides a phony alibi for Jeremy when Ottersen turns up dead in Jeremy’s tasting room. But it’s clear Jeremy isn’t who he claims, and Bo must decide if it’s worth tossing over his established life for a man who doesn’t seem to trust anyone. When Jeremy gets kidnapped, some the conservative winemakers turn out to be kinky sex fiends, and the list of murderers keeps dwindling down to Jeremy. Bo has to choose between hopping on his white horse or climbing back in his peach-pie-lined closet.


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Excerpt


Heart beating hard, Bo climbed out of the little silver-blue car and walked into the cottage-style building he knew to be a far more upscale establishment than its hippy-dippy furnishings made it appear. Jeremy was sitting on an old church pew against the entry wall when Bo walked in. Other would-be diners cast subtle glances at him—he was just that handsome—but his mane was pulled back into a strict tail at his neck, or they would have been staring openly. The smile he flashed as he stood went straight to Bo’s balls—and his cheeks with a flush of heat. Bo managed to get a word past his frozen lips. “Hello.”
“Hi.”
Their eyes met and couldn’t seem to let go. Fine with him, but they weren’t even close to alone. Bo swallowed hard and glanced around at the other customers, then back at Jeremy. “So, are they ready for us?”
“Probably. They said they were getting the table ready when I came in.”
Bo walked over to the hostess and used the dimples. “Hello, ma’am. I’m Bo Marchand. You’re preparing a table for me and my, uh, associate, Mr. Aames. Would y’all happen to be ready for us?” Flashing all the expensive dental work seemed to do the trick.
“Oh yes, sir, Mr. Marchand. We have a lovely table for you, private as you requested.” She fluttered her lashes.
He leaned in. “A very important business meeting. You understand.”
“Oh yes, sir.” She looked behind her. “Violet, please take Mr. Marchand to his table.” She grinned and said softly, “Or anywhere else he wants to go.”
Bo chuckled and waved a hand to Jeremy to follow as Violet led them to a booth toward the back of the restaurant. They slid in on either side of the table.
Violet smiled. “Do you know what you’d like to drink?”
Jeremy asked, “May we see the wine list, please?”
“Of course.” She stepped to a nearby serving table and grabbed a menu. “Here you go.” She glanced down. “Can I ask how tall you are?”
Bo grinned. “Just a tiny tad over six feet four, ma’am.”
She giggled. “I’ll be back in just a moment.”
Jeremy chuckled. “You do package the charm there, darlin’.”
Bo’s cheeks heated.
Jeremy leaned across the table and angled the wine list so Bo could see. He said, “They have a few of my blends and most of your vintages.”
Violet reappeared.
Bo said, “I’ll have a glass of the Marchand zin.”
“Excellent choice, sir.” A grin tugged at her lips. She probably remembered his name. She glanced at Jeremy. “You, sir?”
“I’ll have the same.”
“No Hill Top?” Bo asked.
“Nah, I like the good stuff.”
Violet walked away as Bo laughed. But then they were alone. Choose something to talk about. “Uh, so have you thought any more about how we can work together?”
A waiter walked up with two balloon glasses of red and placed them on the table. “Enjoy.”
Jeremy nodded. “Oh, we will.” As the waiter returned to the kitchen, Jeremy held up his glass. “To us.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Uh, to our partnership.” His nostrils flared. “I mean, to defeating Ottersen.”
Bo’s pulse fluttered in his throat. “To all of those.”
They drank and Jeremy closed his eyes, revealing long, thick lashes several tones darker than his dirty-blond hair. “Oh man, you do give good zin, my friend.”
“I’m so glad you like it.”
“I do. So much.”
The words were simple, but they made Bo shiver, and he sloshed a mouthful of wine between his lips, spattering some on the white tablecloth.



A Middlemark Mystery






The Case of the Sexy Shakespearean
Bk 1 



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About the Author

Tara Lain believes in happy ever afters – and magic. Same thing. In fact, she says, she doesn’t believe, she knows. Tara shares this passion in her best-selling stories that star her unique, charismatic heroes — the beautiful boys of romance —  and adventurous heroines. Quarterbacks and cops, werewolves and witches, blue collar or billionaires, Tara’s characters, readers say, love deeply, resolve seemingly insurmountable differences, and ultimately live their lives authentically. After many years living in southern California, Tara, her soulmate honey and her soulmate dog decided they wanted less cars and more trees, prompting a move to Ashland, Oregon where Tara’s creating new stories and loving living in a small town with big culture. Likely a Gryffindor but possessed of Parseltongue, Tara loves animals of all kinds, diversity, open minds, coconut crunch ice cream from Zoeys, and her readers. She also loves to hear from you.   

You can find Tara at Lain
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