Can a werewolf who makes people disappear save his world — and get the boy of his dreams?
Ten Hidden (and not so Hidden) Things About Tara
Hi! I’m so happy to be here today to celebrate the release of my new paranormal, new adult, adventure/romance, Hidden Powers. I’m Tara Lain and I write the Beautiful Boys of Romance. Often readers ask me things about myself, so I thought I’d share a few facts, some of which may be new to you.
- This has been quite a year for me. After living a big percentage of my adult life in California, this year I moved to southern Oregon and I LOVE it! More trees and less cars.
- As a child, I lived first in Austria and later in Japan as well as on both coasts of the US. I was in school before college for 11 years (I skipped a grade) and was in 13 different schools.
- I love cats but my honey is very allergic to them so I have a Papillon dog who thinks she’s a cat. She licks her paws and washes her face with them and is totally finicky about food. I adore her.
- I love snakes. When my honey and I go to the zoo, he stands outside for a long time while I commune with my slithery pals. Me and Harry Potter. We both have parseltongue.
- For astrology buffs, I have 6 planets in Libra — having six of anything is called a stellium. If you’re really a buff, I’ll tell you I have 9 air signs and no earth. I also have 9 cardinal signs. Doing new stuff is fun for me.
- My name is really Tara but it’s pronounced Tahra like tar on the roof not Terra. It’s a Sanskrit word meaning star or the guiding star
- Like so many authors, I wrote my first book at five. The hero was (of course) a snake named Peter. Peter Pit Snake to be exact
- I’m hugely claustrophobic
- Two of my dearest friends growing up were gay men. I didn’t know it because they didn’t share it until years later. But they have ended up influencing so many things in my life.
- I’m one of the lucky ones. I met and married my soulmate. We’ve been together over 30 years. That’s why I can say as a romance writer, I know my subject!
During my crazy, wacko year of moving to a new state, living in a hotel for two months when our escrow messed up, renovating a new house while all our belongings have been in storage, experiencing snow for the first time in our married lives and so much more, I’ve been writing. Hidden Powers is one of the books created during this exciting and crazy time. I hope you enjoy it. Hugs!
Excerpt 1 – Hidden Powers
Lysandra’s nephew escorted her to a seat at the governor’s table, then sat beside her. After he pushed her chair back in, he suddenly raised his head like a deer scenting the air and glanced around the crowd. It was kind of like when Jazz smelled danger or someone he knew, but this guy was no werewolf. He might look supernatural, but to Jazz’s nose, he came across as human.
Carla gave Jazz a rough elbow to the ribs. “Close your mouth, or better yet, stuff it with some of that outrageous pile of protein. His name’s Dashiell”—she said it like Dasheel—“as in dash-ing, but she calls him Dash. You’ll get to meet him.”
“I will? Why?” Weirdly, his heart slammed against his ribs.
“Because they’re sitting at our table, and so are you. Come on.” She grabbed his arm.
He pulled it back. Okay, too much. “Uh, I’m not so sure.”
“Why? You’re not shy.”
“She’s just my idol, you know. Sometimes idols are best seen from afar. You don’t notice the cracks.”
She smiled wryly. “You sure it’s not fear of getting a mighty erection in public over Mr. Dashing Pretty Puss?”
He lightly punched her shoulder. Of course, she was close to the truth.
“Dad says Lysandra Mason’s a love.” She hauled on his arm again.
He left it on the table and wiped his hands on his jeans.
He let himself be dragged over to where the governor and his wife were sitting with some members of his staff that Jazz mostly recognized from photos. And sure enough, the great lady herself was there, sitting beside—what had Carla called him?—Mr. Dashing Pretty Puss. The closer Jazz got, the prettier he looked. Her too. Strange. Usually humans looked more—human up close. You saw the freckles and blemishes. It made them real and charming. These two just stayed beautiful. Flawless skin, glowing hair, and luminous eyes. Lysandra’s nephew turned to look at Jazz, and Jazz saw that his eyes were some shining shade of pale green. Lysandra’s hair was brown mixed with blond, or vice versa, while the guy’s hair was actually very dark brown with deep shades of red, like fire. Jazz wanted to be invisible so he could sit down and stare at the two of them until his eyes bled.
His hands started to tingle and a quiver vibrated up his spine. Totally cray.
Carla grabbed his arm. “Hey. You okay? You got kind of pale.”
He forced a smile. “Just too much hero worship.”
She marched up to the table like the daughter of a governor—one who knew no fear—and stuck out her hand to Lysandra Mason. “Hi. I’m Carla Mendes, and I’m thrilled to meet you.”
“Delighted, Carla.” The smile Lysandra gave her was warm and genuine.
Carla reached back to Jazz. “This is my best friend, Jazz Vanessen. He’s one of your biggest fans.”
Lysandra turned her gaze to Jazz. Whoa. Where her eyes had appeared hazel at a distance, he now saw that they were gold—a pale yellow-gold like some kind of bizarre cat—but beautiful. Those eyes widened a little, probably at his adoring expression. “Hello, Jazz. How lovely to meet you.”
They weren’t words. They were music that filled his head like sweet smoke. He took her offered hand, almost scared he’d get a shock. Instead, her touch might have been more of a mist that slipped into his veins and made his blood dance like champagne.
Her eyes never left his as she shook his hand, then held it a few seconds longer. She finally blinked. “Carla and Jazz, may I present my nephew, Dashiell Mercury. We call him Dash.”
Jazz was scared to look. He might turn to stone. But when he shifted his glance, Dash was staring at him, his gaze focused.
Carla made a slight snorting sound. “Dash Mercury? Planning on giving FedEx some competition?”
Mrs. Mendes said, “Carla, enough of your smart mouth.”
Dash Mercury dragged his eyes from Jazz to look at Carla. And then he did it. He smiled. The seemingly immoveable, perfect face broke out into dimples and smile lines and crinkles.
Jazz’s mouth dropped open again, and he couldn’t get it closed.
“But I only bring the very best stuff to your door.” Dash laughed. If Jazz had expected a silky, even oily, voice, he was surprised to find Dash sounded pretty much like a regular guy. Friendly, casual, teenage. But Jazz’s wolf senses said that this dude was… something else. Human, yes, but unknown. Unexplored. Maybe dangerous
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.