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Remember the Halloween Heat series from Etopia Press? You should, my short MM paranormal, Love Lies Deep, is in Halloween Heat I. Well, as Halloween approaches so this collection of books rises. Just look at the bestseller anthology list on Bookstrand:

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3. Halloween Heat V

5. Halloween Heat III

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7. Halloween Heat VI

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Halloween Blog Hop Winner

Posted: October 15, 2012 in Uncategorized

Thanks for all of you who joined in the HH blog hop. The winner of my little bit is chrisbails. Christine, I have sent you an email. Commiserations to the rest, but you can always buy my books from Amazon, ARE and so on (the links are in the sidebar).

And don’t forget to buy Halloween Heat!

Congratulations to Urb who wins an e-copy of Lorenzo il Magnifico. Urb – will you please contact me as your email address has bounced on me? tristramlaroche@gmail.com

Commiserations if you didn’t win, but you can buy the book for just $1.99 currently at All Romance eBooks. Click the image to go there. What are you waiting for?

 

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Welcome to the Evernight Publishing birthday blog hop

“Evernight Publishing opened its doors two years ago. In those two years we’ve signed over one hundred and sixty authors and published over three hundred books. From paranormal to contemporary, we’ve had more best sellers than we can count and made thousands of people smile, sigh and gasp. So, as a thank you to all our readers and everyone who has supported us, we’re holding this blog hop and we have a whole lot of prizes to offer you.
Here’s how it works… the more blogs you hop to (see link below) the more chance you have of winning prizes. Each author on the hop is offering a prize and Evernight is offering the following grand prizes: a Kindle, a $100 Amazon gift certificate, two Evernight swag bags (which include a tote, a tee, vouchers, a mug and other coolness) and a personalized Facebook banner. To be in with a chance of winning the author prize simply follow Tristram La Roche’s blog and leave a comment including your email address. Each entry on each blog is then counted towards the grand prize draw. The more entries you have, the better your chance of winning a grand prize! You also get extra points for liking the Evernight Facebook page http://www.facebook.com/#!/evernightpublishing. Just make sure you let us know in the comments that you’ve done so.
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I’m pleased to take part in the birthday hop and am giving away a copy of my Evernight book, Lorenzo il Magnifico. The winner can choose any eformat. So just let those comments roll!

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The Etopia Press Halloween anthology collection – Halloween Heat – is out. My own short story, Love Lies Deep, is in the first book Halloween Heat 1 (clever,huh?) along with Kiran Hunter, Elin Gregory, Renee George and Dianne Hartsock. I’ve read them all, and there is something for everyone (well, assuming you like gay paranormal) as the authors are very different.

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To celebrate, a number of the authors are having a Twitter Party tonight. As usual the Americans have bagged the start time, so I’m going to try and be there but I can’t promise. No doubt this will be one night when my insomnia decides not to visit me.
Here’s a list of the  authors aiming to participate:

Find us on Twitter: Oct 5th at 9:00 pm Eastern Time! Use the hashtag #Etopia for chat and prizes! I’ll try to be there.

Now, here’s a little sample of Love Lies Deep  

Josh handed out bars of chocolate and some toffee things that reminded him of dog chews, and waved to the kids as they ran off into the night. As he closed the door he heard another firework explode and decided it was time to be sociable. He put on his heavy boots, shucked on his quilted jacket, and grabbed the flashlight from the table in the hall. Finally, he took the carefully wrapped flowers he’d bought on the way home.

Once he’d left the glow of the outside light behind him, he noticed that the clouds had cleared completely to leave a deep purple sky, the stars shining like polished silver studs. He hoped it would last. While the rain didn’t spoil his enjoyment, good weather would certainly heighten it. As he approached the village green, the telltale crackling told him the fire had already been lit. The tops of the trees, almost bare now, clawed at the sky like crooked, orange fingers in the flames’ light. Children drew shapes in the air with sparklers, mothers fussed with coats and hats, fathers busied themselves with fireworks and the beer stall.

“Josh!” A dark figure loomed out of Josh’s peripheral vision. “Just in time for the fun.”

“Hi, Ben,” said Josh, slapping the young priest playfully on the shoulder. As things had turned out, it had been a godsend having a gay priest in the village, though no one knew apart from Josh and Sam, of course. Josh couldn’t understand how Ben could want to be a Catholic priest, but Ben simply said that he had his own beliefs and Rome was fifteen hundred miles away.

Ben took something from his pocket and, linking arms with Josh, slipped the object into his friend’s coat pocket. “Better let you have that before I forget.”

“Thanks. I’ll get it back to you before morning.”

“I know. Don’t worry about that. Just enjoy yourself, okay?” Ben winked and tapped the side of his nose. “Halloween comes but once a year.”

I’m also talking to Elin Gregory about writing Love Lies Deep and other things: http://elingregory.wordpress.com/2012/10/05/halloween-heat-an-interview-with-tristram-la-roche/#comment-1416

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Livianus sat on a stool at the side of the bath and watched Caecilius bathe. “I would join you but I can’t face the heat.”

“But you’ll swim with me?”

“That I will certainly do. I seem to spend half my time in the pool—it’s the only way to cope with the summers. The lack of activity makes me soft.”

“The soothsayers tell us these heat waves are the forerunners of a great disaster.”

“Do they ever have anything good to say? Doom mongers, that’s all they are. I’m surprised they have anyone’s ear in this day and age.”

“They’ve been right before.”

“We’ve all been right before. But we’ve been wrong more often.”

Caecilius lay on his back and floated to the surface. His body had lost none of its tightness, the water swilling over his stomach muscles like a stream over smoothed stones. He laid his head back in the water, and his hips broke the surface. The water flattened his pubic hair to his skin, making his thick cock look even longer than Livianus remembered.

Livianus felt his eyebrows arch. “Let’s swim. You’re as clean as you’re going to get,” he said, rising to his feet and adjusting his toga. “One good thing about this place is the spring that flows from the hills behind the villa. I have the best pool in Gaul.”

Caecilius climbed from the bath and shook off the excess water. He grabbed a towel and walked naked alongside Livianus. Out of the corner of his eye, Livianus saw Caecilius’s cock swinging like a loose stirrup, and a knot began to form in his groin.

“The rumors about this place are true,” said Caecilius, looking around.

“Rumors? About my villa? By Jupiter, have they nothing better to talk about?”

Caecilius chuckled. “You still swear on the old gods.”

“I feel my soul is safer that way.”

“Don’t forget you’re a hero. The people need to know that our heroes are well rewarded.”

“Ah, to encourage others to lay their lives on the line when the emperor requires it.” Livianus gestured toward the pool steps. “After you.”

Caecilius dropped his towel on the floor and descended the steps until the water reached his waist. “You’ve grown cynical in your retirement. Perhaps it doesn’t agree with you after all.” He lunged into the water, glided to the center, then turned onto his back. “What would you say if I told you I’d come to take you away from here?”

“I’d say about time. They call it retirement but it’s no better than a slow death. God, I thought Paestum was dull!” Livianus dived into the water and swam to his friend’s side. Caecilius hadn’t aged at all since they last met. Not a single gray hair on his head or chin. His brown eyes radiated youth and strength. “How long is it since we were together?”

“Four years. Maybe five.”

“Seems longer.” Livianus scooped his friend’s head toward him with a hand and pressed their lips together. “I’ve missed you, Caecilius,” he said as he tore his lips away. “Is it true you’ve come for me?”

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The Men Himself

Today I am very excited to have James Lear as my guest – or rather guests. James is the author of the global bestseller The Back Passage, but you may know of him, or one of his alter egos, for other reasons. James Lear is just one name under which Rupert Smith writes, and he has had many books published including some high profile TV tie-ins. His novel Man’s World won him the Stonewall Writer of the Year Award in 2010 and he’s had plenty of other praise heaped upon him. So, let’s find out more…

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Tris: Welcome, James – or is it Rupert?

Rupert: Rupert is my first name, James is my second name, my family always calls me Jim. I don’t really mind!

Tris: Okay, let’s stick with Rupert then, which is the name you use for literary fiction. You write erotica as James Lear and commercial fiction as Rupert James. Why did you decide on a name for each genre?

Rupert: I’d love you to believe that it was anything as deliberate as a ‘decision’ to write under different names but to be honest it was all more or less accidental. I wrote my first few books as Rupert Smith. During that time, I was having difficulty getting a deal for a novel, and a friend introduced me to an editor who was looking for some new erotic fiction. I wrote one, it was accepted and published under the name James Lear because at the time I was working for a big corporation and I was a bit nervous about how they’d react. Over the next few years, the Lear and Smith names developed in tandem, each with their own audiences. Later on, I tried my hand at some mainstream commercial/women’s fiction, and my agent thought it might help us to get a deal if she sent it out without the baggage of the Smith and Lear books. She thought, quite rightly, that I was classified as a gay author, and the industry has very narrow, blinkered ideas about markets. So Rupert James was born.

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Tris: Well, so many good things in life happen by accident, don’t they? But I first came across you, if I may use that expression, when I discovered The Back Passage. I know there is much more to you than that one book, but I have to say it made me laugh out loud. Not many writers can do that, so you gained a fan immediately. Where did you get the idea for the book?

Rupert: First and foremost, I’m a big fan of Agatha Christie, and I always thought her books were fraught with erotic potential. There’s something about the mechanical nature of a good whodunnit that lends itself well to the pattern of seduction and interrogation that forms the structure of that novel. There were a couple of other major influences: firstly the film Gosford Park, and secondly a TV documentary series called The Edwardian Country House, which was a reality show that put people into the roles of butler, footman, hall porter etc in a big stately home. Some of the men in it were really cute, and the whole hierarchical structure is obviously good for sexual tension. I sent it out to a few publishers who turned it down: one of them said ‘a novel set in 1920s Britain will never sell’. Fortunately it was taken up by Cleis Press and they’ve been James Lear’s publishing home ever since.

Tris: Just let me stop choking on that comment on the saleability of a Britain-in-the-‘20s novel. Jesus! Ahem…Your writing covers a pretty wide spectrum and perhaps we should stress here that not all your books are gay fiction. Can you talk a bit about your work across the board and how you manage to juggle everything?

Rupert: To be honest, my main concern at the moment is making a living. The publishing industry, at least in the UK, is in a bad state, and I’ll write anything that I think will get a deal. Anyone who takes the trouble to read my work with an open mind will see that the style is actually quite consistent – I favour strong narrative, traditional structures, a lot of dialogue, not too much description – and there’s always a lot of humour. In terms of career management, I’m usually writing one book, revising the last one as part of the production process, and thinking about what to do next. When I’m in full-on writing mode, I work fast – up to four or five thousand words a day. For the last few years I’ve written two or three books a year. I’d actually like to slow down, or even take a break for a while. I think my writing would benefit in the long run. Unfortunately, unlike a lot of writers I’m not independently wealthy.

Tris: Well, you’re not exactly in an exclusive club there, Rupert. Membership card? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. Now, your first novel, I Must Confess, was published in 1998. What did you do before you became a writer? I mean, what makes you what you are today? Who is the real Rupert Smith?

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Rupert: I was a journalist for many years, and before that I was an academic, which I didn’t like and wasn’t much good at. Journalism was great: in the 90s and 00s I wrote millions of words on a huge range of subjects, I interviewed thousands of people, and I got to know the entertainment industry from the inside out. That’s what inspired I Must Confess, which is a satire on all that stuff. Some of the people I met as a journalist were lovely, talented individuals, but there were also a lot of narcissistic, self-deluding monsters, who of course are much more fun to write about—

Tris: And actually much more common, in my experience. Talking of which (sticks tongue in cheek), you ghosted the aborted Michael Barrymore autobiography, you produced a 20th anniversary book for East Enders, you have praise from Paul O’Grady – is your day-to-day life filled with celebrities?

Rupert: Oh, and before that I’d written a couple of very left-field life stories, one the autobiography of singer Jayne County, and the other the biography of British physique photographer John S Barrington. But no – my life is anything but star-studded. All of that celebrity stuff arose from my journalistic career. I knew loads of celebrities, and I went to the parties and generally had a ball. Now I’m a full-time author I live like a hermit, frankly. Sometimes I pop out and do what I call ‘live journalism’, interviewing interesting people in front of an audience, and it’s a good balance to the solitary life of the writer. I knew Paul O’Grady quite well from the mid ‘80s, when he was starting out in the London pubs – I used to see him perform as Lily Savage in the Royal Vauxhall Tavern and elsewhere, and got to know him pretty well then. If we ever bump into each other now, he’s very happy to reminisce about the good old days. He hasn’t changed at all. This probably sounds nauseating, but he really is one of the nicest people you could ever wish to meet.

Tris: Rupert, would you mind just passing me that bucket..? Sorry, I do have some tissues somewhere. Right, where was I? Oh yes… I am dying to read Service Wash but it’s hard to get hold of. Can you put the story in a nutshell?

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Rupert: It’s about a sensitive not-so-young writer who gets commissioned to ghost the autobiography of a really ghastly soap star. He gets caught up in her very messy lifestyle with disastrous consequences. It’s very funny, but it’s probably the bleakest thing I ever wrote. I love it, but the publisher didn’t seem to know what to do with it. With luck, I’ll get it out as an e-book in the next year or so: that seems to be the way to breathe life into my backlist.

Tris: Please tell me the moment it’s out and it I’ll be the first to stick it on my Kindle. So, in or about the year 2000 you were finding it hard to get mainstream work published and your foray into erotica began, and James Lear was born. Subsequently you, like me, have been taken up by the US publishing industry. In your opinion, what’s the future of the British publishing industry, and indeed of the industry as a whole?

Rupert: In my darker moods, I think the whole industry is fucked. The big publishers are saving their resources for an ever-smaller pool of writers, the guaranteed money spinners. They’re not buying the kind of mid-list stuff that I do, so there’s a lot of writers not getting advances and a lot of agents not getting commission. Editors really need to get their heads out of the sand, because we’re close now to a situation where new talent is going to bypass traditional publishing routes and go straight to e-publishing. And the really big writers like JK Rowling have already done it. There’s no interest in nurturing talent: if you don’t sell a million copies in the supermarkets in your first six months of publication, they stop returning your calls. That said, we have a small but strong independent sector, and I’m very lucky to have found a home with Arcadia Books, who do my literary stuff in the UK. I don’t know what the future is for the industry as a whole, but I guess, like everyone else, that e-books will be the dominant form. They cut out materials, printing, warehousing, distribution and so on. It’s a completely different publishing model. The one thing that’s missing from e-publishing is the ‘seal of approval’ that a proper publisher gives a book. So much self-published work is just rubbish, and without the brand values of a decent publisher it’s hard for readers to know what they’re getting. That said, if the publishers don’t sort themselves out soon, they’re going to be extinct.

Tris: Although, we should be clear that e-publishing and self-publishing are two different things. The better e-publishers are now pulling away from the crowd and I sense that their endorsement will start to carry as much weight as the big traditional publishers. In fact, I think it’s happening. So, if you could ask the British commercial publishers to do one thing, what would it be?

Rupert: Apart from ‘buy my damn books’, it would be to look beyond the supermarkets. The stranglehold of supermarket buyers is largely responsible for the diabolical state of British publishing. I don’t think we’ll ever return to dinky little bookshops where you can sit in leather armchairs, but there’s a whole world of online retailing out there with diverse audiences to be exploited. If they could see beyond rigid ideas of ‘sections’ they could sell a lot more books.

Tris: The mention of sections makes me think of genres and to my next question. The argument goes on as to whether there is a difference between what has become known as the M/M genre and gay fiction. Where do you stand on it?

Rupert: Good books transcend labels. I’ve read a lot of nonsense on blogs, in which people get their knickers in a twist about this subject. The way I distinguish between my James Lear books and my Rupert Smith books is that the Lear books put sex first; they’re very carefully designed to turn the reader on. The Smith books are much more about story and character in more general ways. That said, there are very sexy bits in the Smith books, and there’s very strong narrative in the Lears. Sometimes I think ‘gay fiction’ is used to describe books published by ‘proper’ publishers, and M/M is used to describe the other stuff. I try not to worry too much about all this, because at the end of the day it’s a pointless distraction. In the words of Oscar Wilde, books are either well written or badly written.

Tris: I think we can all agree on that. Sometimes I remind myself of the old sherry advert when I get on my hobby horse and say quality counts. You mention turning the reader on. Is there a difference between erotica and porn?

Rupert: Of course not. ‘Erotica’ is the more genteel term, and ‘porn’ is used as a put-down. I can’t stand this false distinction that one is better or subtler or cleverer than the other. Your book is either sexy, or it’s not.

Tris: Does a romance have to have a happy ending?

Rupert: Yes. I’d say it’s one of the defining qualities of romance. You have a situation in which the lovers can’t get together, they go through various trials and misunderstandings, and then, thanks to the intervention of some outside agency, they resolve their problems and get together. The whole point of the story is to raise a very strong desire in the reader for resolution, and if you thwart that then you’ve wasted your time, and the reader’s. A lot of crap is talked and written about ‘subverting the audience’s expectations’. But if you’re doing your job properly, you’re the one who’s in control of their expectations. Don’t build towards one effect and then pull out another one just because you think it’s clever. Obviously you can have love stories with sad endings, but that’s not ‘romance’, that’s something else.

Tris: I hear you have some new books to look forward to in 2012. Can you tell us something about them?

Rupert: One Smith and one Lear. The former is called The Interlude, and it’s about a young woman who discovers that her grandfathers were lovers in the Second World War. I’m really proud of this one, I think it brings together a lot of my strengths as a writer across different genres and consolidates them in one book. The Lear is called The Hardest Thing, and it’s my take on the Lee Child/Jack Reacher school of macho thrillers. It’s set in the US, it’s got plenty of sex in it, but it’s possibly a bit more character/plot driven than the earlier Lears. I’m excited about it, and I hope people are going to fall in love with the hero. He’s very butch.

Tris: Well, I can’t wait for those. Looking back on 2011, what events will stay with you?

Rupert: It’s been a frustrating year in some ways, because of the shutdown of the industry, but I’m in the lucky position of having a couple of books coming out next year, so I’m surviving. In literary terms, the big events for me were Alan Hollinghurst’s The Stranger’s Child and Philip Hensher’s King of the Badgers, both of them amazing books. We’re so lucky to have those two writing at the height of their powers. In news terms, the defining event was the summer riots in the UK. We’re still dealing with the fallout from that, and I’m absolutely horrified to see that some sections of the press have become apologists for crime and are trying to shift the blame for the riots on to the middle class. Please! We were too busy working to earn the money to pay the tax to fund the bloody country. God, I’m such an angry old man!

Tris: Maybe we can both get taken on for the next series of Grumpy Old Men? I can gripe for England. Ah well, I guess the time has come to let you get back to your parties – sorry, work. Thanks for talking to me, Rupert. I wish you every success with your new books and hope 2012 turns you and your fans well and truly on. Before you go, please tell my readers where they can find you.

Rupert: My website is: www.rupertsmith.org.uk

I’m on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=609553618&sk=wall

There’s also a James Lear page on there: http://www.facebook.com/pages/James-Lear/113055228725291?ref=ts&sk=wall

I tried Twitter and it nearly drove me crazy! Mind you, when I have a book out it’ll be all hands to the pump, you’ll be sick of the sight of me.

Tris: Ssh! Don’t tell Rupert, but his Twitter link is this: http://twitter.com/#!/RupertSmith

And this is the book that I stumbled upon which led to me being a James Lear/Rupert Smith/Rupert James fan:-

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The Back Passage blurb:

Hardcore sex and scandal meet in this brilliantly hot and funny whodunnit. A seaside village, an English country house, a family of wealthy eccentrics and their equally peculiar servants and a determined detective – all the ingredients are here for a cosy Agatha Christie-style whodunnit. But, Edward “Mitch” Mitchell is no Hercule Poirot, and “The Back Passage” is no “Murder on the Orient Express”. Mitch is a handsome, insatiable 22-year-old hunk who never lets a clue stand in the way of a steamy encounter, whether it’s with the local constabulary, the house secretary, or his school chum and fellow athlete Boy Morgan, who becomes his Watson when they’re not busy boffing each other. When Reg Walworth is found dead in a cabinet, Sir James Eagle has his servant Weeks immediately arrested as the killer. But, Mitch’s observant eye pegs more plausible possibilities: polysexual chauffeur Hibbert, queenly pervert Leonard Eagle, missing scion Rex, sadistic copper Kennington and even Sir James Eagle himself. Blackmail, police corruption, a dizzying network of spy holes and secret passages, watersports, and non-stop queer orgies mark this hilariously hardcore mystery by a major new talent.

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If you saw my recent guest blog over at Carolyn Rosewood’s (and if you didn’t, click here to read it) you won’t be surprised that when I asked Tara Lain to come back and visit she used the opportunity to redress the balance. It’s a great post, I like a debate – enjoy it!

Tara Lain

Writing Gay Romance in a Woman’s Body

Special thanks to Tris for inviting me back to the blog. I love visiting in Great Britain! As you may know, Tris has been a guest on my blog and my readers love his visits. He sometimes talks about the experience of a man writing gay romance. Today, I want to turn the tables a little.

Yes, I confess, I am a het female. But then the average reader of M/M romance in the world is a woman between 30 and 60. Isn’t that interesting? Scientists tell us that while men are mostly turned-on by images and ideas related to their orientation (heterosexual men like M/F images and homosexual men like M/M images) that women respond to the entire spectrum of stimulation — M/F, M/M, F/F and all combinations thereof regardless of whether they are hetero or homosexual. No one knows why exactly, but those are the facts. Women tell me all the time that they were amazed when they found out that they were excited by gay romance. But there are chat rooms full of thousands of women who want to talk about gay romances and I’m going to the GayRomLit Retreat in New Orleans in a week and the majority of the attendees will be female.

The reasons women love gay romance is not just physiological. There are emotional and sociological issues as well. Women, no matter what age, have experienced a lot of gender roles and stereotyping and these often carry over into het romances. In M/M romance, these gender roles are gone and a reader or writer can experience the fluidity of a relationship in which no clear-cut interaction exists.  In a M/F romance, a woman reader (or writer) is almost forced to identify with the female character. When reading or writing
M/M, she can relate to either or both (or in my case any of) the heroes. When we read romance we get to be vampires and werewolves. I think being the opposite sex is even more fun.

Obviously, I would never presume to write serious gay fiction. But romance is fantasy. I have made love to a man and know the touch, taste and smell. I can imagine what an idealized happy-ever-after love is like between two men as well as I can between a man and a woman. In fact, because I don’t have the limitations of “real life” to hem me in, I can
imagine a very grand love between two men — or three. Most women readers try out their first turn in M/M romance with a female author. I did, reading the wonderful Jet Mykles and Z A Maxfield and Lynn Lorenz. Then I tried my hand at some Josh Lanyon and Ethan Day and Tristram LaRoche. I find well-written gay romance to be virtually indistinguishable between male and female writers. Just as emotional, just as sexy. What do you think?

Now, I’d love for you to WIN a copy of my new release, Golden Dancer, a M/M/M romantic suspense. Just leave a comment here and you’ll be entered in the drawing on October 8 to win Golden Dancer or Volley Balls, my M/M/M summer romance. If you go to my Book Blog and leave a comment, you’ll be entered to win in two drawings. Plus, you can post comments at other blogs to earn additional entries. It’s all explained
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Golden Dancer by Tara Lain

Excerpt R: Golden Dancer by Tara Lain, M/M/M Romantic Suspense

Published Sept 27 by Loose Id

A reporter and the thief he’s investigating fall for a golden dancer forging a ménage of love and lies that could send one to prison and one to the morgue. Uncovering secrets requires baring more than just the soul.

 

The big man led him through the crowd with a strong hand. Trelain glanced back to see Allison’s face looking both confused and concerned. She clearly didn’t want to lose control of her donor-bait, but lose control she had. Daniel seemed to be quite certain where he was leading them.

When they reached the other end of the big open space, Trelain pulled back. The guy was much bigger, but Trelain was strong. “Hold up. Where do you think we’re going?”

The man turned and gave Trelain that wolfish grin again. Close up, he really was lovely with those deep, dark eyes, and dark curving brows contrasted with the shock of silver
hair. “I thought I’d rescue you.”

Trelain smiled. “And I thought I was getting champagne.”

The man stared at him for a moment then looked up and waggled a finger seemingly into space. Moments later, a waiter appeared out of the crowd carrying a tray packed with bubbly. The man grinned. “Would you like it all?”

Trelain smiled back. Daniel seemed a man who got what he wanted. But then, so was Trelain. He selected a full glass from the tray. “One should be sufficient.”

The man took another one, though he didn’t seem to drink it. “But more is better.”

The waiter left, and Trelain took a sip. “Your philosophy of life, I presume?”

“Totally.”

“So who are you, Daniel?” Trelain noticed that people milled all around them, but no one
interfered.

“A child of the universe. A lover of art in its myriad forms. A surfer and diver. Oh, yes, and
I dabble in computer software sometimes.”

Trelain glanced at him sideways. “Dabble? Like Bill Gates?”

The guy gave a huge smile. “Yes, precisely like that.”

No doubt richer than Croesus, based on the deference everyone seemed to show him. “So, what exactly does ‘rescuing me’ look like?”

“If you’ll let me, I’ll take you to my home in Laguna Beach. Sun, surf, relaxation.”

“Mr. uh…”

“Terrebone. Daniel.”

“Are you propositioning me?”

The man leaned down so his lips were close to Trelain’s ear. His breath smelled like peppermint. “I am propositioning you at every level, cavalier. You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen on two feet, and I want you near me. Preferably under me
for hours at a time.”

Bloody hell. Trelain smoothed a hand down his arm to try and control the goose bumps. The man chuckled. “I think that sounds good to you.”

A little distance was required. Trelain stepped back. “You are more than persuasive, uh, Daniel, but you also impress me as a man who is used to getting what he wants. Perhaps I
don’t enjoy being one of a multitude.” Yes, he was being flirtatious, but it was also true. Maybe part of the appeal of the reporter had been that he wasn’t usually attracted to men. Trelain liked being special. Hell, who didn’t?

Daniel very discreetly ran his fingers up Trelain’s arm. Good. He wasn’t trying to make a show of possession. “It’s true, my friend, that I have had many brief encounters in my
past. I don’t think you know anything about me; why would you? But others will delight in telling you of my peccadilloes, so I might as well come clean. That was the past, however. I have not been in a relationship of any kind for many months. I am weary of the game. I want someone special in my life, and you, my friend, are very special.”

Trelain smiled. His thoughts had been answered. He opened his mouth to speak, but Terrebone put up a hand. “One more thing. I won’t rush you or crowd you. I would love to have you come to my home as a guest with no strings attached.”

Trelain cleared his throat. “I am dancing three nights this week, and I believe Laguna Beach is some distance from here.”

“About an hour. But you are free on Thursday, I believe?”

“Yes.”

“Why don’t you pack your bathing suit” — he gave that charming, lecherous grin — “or not, and I’ll send a car for you after your performance. I’ll have a massage therapist
standing by, my chef will prepare all your favorite foods, and you can have a quiet vacation for a few days.”

Suddenly, Trelain was too tired for banter. A vacation sounded like heaven, and if it was with this beautiful man, all the better. He might have a thing for that silly reporter,
but it was a stupid, fruitless crush. This man was handsome, rich, and seemed sincere. And he knew he was gay. A huge improvement. “I would love to come.”

Daniel looked surprised, then delighted. “You are a world of surprises, cavalier. I like that
in a man.”

Trelain sipped the last of his champagne and glanced at the still-milling crowd of patrons. He sighed. “And now I must continue my role as money-grubber-in-chief.” He bowed
slightly. “If you’ll excuse me.”

“Oh, one more thing. Please give this to Allison.” Terrebone handed him a scrap of paper. It said IOU $1,000,000.

“Fucking hell.”

“Not enough? I just wanted Allison to know I hadn’t been wasting your precious time.”

Trelain carefully folded the paper. He laughed all the way back to the group of donors
surrounding the anxious program director.

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