Today on the blog, I have Tara Lain! She has a wonderful new book. Check out the trailer below! Also…there’s a contest – info at the bottom
Hi everyone. I’m so happy to be here with Malia today to celebrate the release of my new book, Cataclysmic Shift. I’m Tara Lain and I write the Beautiful Boys of Romance. Cataclysmic Shift is a MM paranormal and is part of the Aloysius Tales, Aloysius being a black cat and witch’s familiar. I know if you’ve followed my blogs over the last couple years, you’ve heard me talk about how much I love creating book titles. They’re organic to me. If I don’t have a title I love, it’s actually hard for me to write the book, and sometimes the titles precede the book and helps suggest the plot.
The Aloysius Tales have also been a labor of title love. The first book, Spell Cat, was created because I wanted to write a book that involved a black cat. Cats suggest witches (at least to me). So I decided to write a witch book–but it would be about a male witch, a great witch master who has a black cat who is his familiar. But the witch is also a teacher. The book just had to be called — Spell Cat.
For the next story, I decided to write about Sammy, a character introduced in Spell Cat. Sammy is a witch whose power is prophetic painting. Sammy finds himself the focus of friendship for Aloysius, the spell cat of the previous book, and together, along with the man Sammy loves, they have to fight a huge threat to all witchery. The word Catastrophe kept playing in my mind because of the cat, Aloysius. One morning I literally sat up in bed and thought painter! Yes, paint brush! Brush with Catastrophe.
When I decided to write a third Aloysius Tale, I knew it had to star Aloysius, the black cat. But a cat who doesn’t speak is a difficult character. So early on I decided I would shift my cat into a human, at least for part of the story. There seemed only one possible title for such a book. Way before I set fingers to keyboard, I knew I had to call the book Cataclysmic Shift!
I’ve included an excerpt from the new book. And I hope you’ll take a moment and enter my prize drawing on the Rafflecopter below. Thanks so much for coming by!
CATACLYSMIC SHIFT by Tara Lain; A Cat Falls in Love with His Vet
Super cat, Aloysius, may be the most powerful witch’s familiar in the world, but when he takes a blast at the hand of an evil witch he loses it all — power, memory, and his feline form — to become the ethereal human beauty, Alain Bellarose. When Alain wakes up naked on the floor surrounded by dogs and cats, his eyes first set upon Luke Elliott, the handsome and mysterious veterinarian. Suddenly, the prospect of being human doesn’t seem so bad. Luke has a lot to hide and he likes animals way more than people, but he can’t resist the flamboyant boy who washes his face with the side of his hand and tries to lick his own privates! The loss of Aloysius depletes the power of the Witch Master, Killian Barth, and that of his “secret weapon” Sammy and leaves their coven sitting ducks for two very nasty females. When Alain discovers that he’s really a powerful cat, he’s faced with the ultimate choice. To protect his community, or stay with the man he loves.
Luke bunched the pillow under his head and stared into the dark. Maybe Alain was a street kid and didn’t want to go back to it. He could be faking the whole amnesia bit just to have a roof over his head and some food. But that didn’t quite make sense. Luke had known a lot of street kids over the years, and Alain was nothing like them. Not defensive or suspicious at all. And tomorrow Luke would have him as a new helper at the clinic.
He blew out his breath. What the hell was he doing? In the middle of his very private life, he now had a roommate. Not just a roommate, but one who worked with him, and every company in the world said not to mix business and personal. Was it temporary? How the hell would Alain ever earn enough money as a vet’s assistant and gofer to find a place to live in New York City? Jesus, what had he done? The guy was so nice and so easy to take care of. Maybe that was the ploy? He was a con artist. Right. What the hell did Luke have to con?
He hurled himself on his side and punched his pillow. If the kid wanted to rob him, he wouldn’t have spent the damned day redecorating like Martha Stewart came to visit.
Shitfire. He’d done himself in. Sleep now, and tomorrow he’d figure out how to undo what he’d done.
* * * *
Where the hell was that coming from? He wasn’t at work.
Tiny daggers dug into Luke’s bare shoulder. “Ow. Amelia?” The kitten made a leap from his shoulder to the bed in front of him. “How did you get—” His breath stopped.
The covers behind him rose. Draft. A body pressed down on the mattress. Then the draft went away. He knew just whose body it was. Holy shit, what was going on? “Uh, Alain?”
“What are you doing?”
“We were lonely.”
Speechless. This kid could not be for real. He had to have a ploy. The kitten insinuated her way between his hands and his chest, gave a sigh bigger than she was, and curled into a ball against his skin.
Behind him, skin pressed against his back. Oh, dear God. Tell me it’s his shoulder and not his, uh, front.
If someone touched him, he’d shatter. That was how rigid Luke felt. So this was the kid’s plan. Be a rent boy for Luke so he’d have a place to live and food to eat. Luke had even given him a job. But how could he blame him? Luke knew what it was like to have no home and no one to care about you. And he knew what it was to be somebody’s rent boy.
How would he tell Alain to go away? That he didn’t take advantage of young guys and he had no interest in a sexual liaison with him? Shit, that was such a lie. If that kitten moved down a few inches, she’d be lying on the most rigid cock on the planet. All Luke wanted was to turn over and shove that thing right into the cute asshole he’d seen displayed at the clinic. But it wasn’t gonna happen. Sorry, kid.
“It would be better if you went back to your room.”
Nothing—except the warmth against his on-fire skin. He listened. All he heard was breathing. He was afraid to move.
The kid might get the wrong idea. If Luke picked up the kitten, he could jump out of the bed and throw Alain out. Nicely. Of course, the kitten would wail, and that would lose him some credibility.
“Alain. Please go back to your room.”
A sound. No, two sounds. From in front of him came purring. From the back? The soft snuffle of a snore.
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Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 20. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, 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. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft. She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog 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”!