RELEASE DAY SPOTLIGHT: Golden Dancer (Dangerous Dancers #1) by Tara Lain (@taralain)

goldendancer_800_2A reporter and the thief he’s investigating both fall for a golden dancer forging a ménage of love and lies that could send one to prison and one to the morgue. Will he get his story or will he get his men?

Mac Macallister is obsessed. The online news reporter needs enough evidence to write a story accusing billionaire art collector Daniel Terrebone of stealing The Golden Dancer, a priceless work of art, from son-of-a-Nazi Horst Von Berg. The story promises the recognition Mac craves. Then Mac meets a real golden dancer, ballet star Trelain Medveyev, and his attraction to the man rocks his formerly straight world.

When the mysterious Terrebone “collects” this beautiful dancer, too, Mac rushes to the rescue like a knight in shining cargo pants and plunges into a three-way passion that tears him between love and guilt. Can Mac keep investigating when his story could send one man to prison and another to the morgue? Will this reporter get his story or get his men?

 

RELEASED TODAY!

amazon-button

KEEP READING TO LEARN MORE ABOUT THE BOOK!

Golden Dancer
by Tara Lain

Series
Dangerous Dancers #1

Genre
Romance
Fantasy
LGBT

Publisher
Pride Publishing

Publication Date
May 10, 2016

420c3-goodreads-button  amazon-button

Excerpt

Trelain snuggled tight, resting his head in the crook of Mac’s shoulder, and that was when the second lesson came up. Women did not provide a hard cock to rub against him. Holy crap, he needed to back away. But his half-hard cock poked Trelain’s flat belly, and it felt so good. Way too good.

Trelain gave a little humming sound that might have been a moan, and though he could claim they were just dancing, that cock moved with mind-searing precision, up, down, a bit to the side. Mac’s dick filled relentlessly until it hurt. Explosion imminent. Jesus, just the thought of Trelain tortured him. The reality was more than he could stand. Get the hell out of here.

He ripped himself out of the dancer’s arms. “Sorry, gotta go.” Slouching a little in hopes that the bagginess of his cargoes would cover his throbbing erection, he headed through the open doors and across the great room. There were far fewer people to observe his humiliation in here. Goal—get to the door.

“Mac, don’t go.”

He glanced over his shoulder at Trelain and almost stopped. Hell, no. Go now.

He almost made it to the front door when a big solid body stepped in front of him. “Mac, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Get out of my way, Terrebone.”

“Hell, no. Come with me.” Daniel grabbed and pulled him into the hall that led toward the back of the house. Mac started to pull back when he was spun and pushed hard against the wall.

“Daniel. What are you doing? Don’t hurt him.” Trelain’s voice sounded distraught.

Terrebone pushed his face into Mac’s. “I’m not hurting him, darling. He’s hurting himself. This man has got to realize that he wants you and you want him and, for that matter, he probably wants me.”

The bastard. Mac tried to pull away, but shit, the guy was strong. Daniel pressed his forearm harder against his neck. One hand reached down and grabbed Mac’s cock, still stiff despite the shock. “Feel this? It’s not some anomaly or weird mistake, Mac. You’re hot for Trelain. Does that make you gay? I’d say yes, but I’m not into definitions. Who the fuck cares? You just have to quit torturing yourself and everyone else. You hear me?”

Okay, calm down so you can fucking breathe. Relax. No, don’t want to hear it. Terrebone pushed a tiny bit harder. “Do…you…hear…me?”

Crap! Mac managed to nod, and Terrebone released him.

“Fuck, Terrebone, what the hell…?” He rubbed at his throat. His pride hurt more than his neck if he was honest. “I’m so out of here.” He started for the door and again got dragged back. Shit, where did this guy work out? With the Russian Mafia? Mac was a runner, but this guy must lift weights.

Daniel pounded him against the wall again, but this time no arm came up. Instead, the man pressed his mouth to Mac’s. Fuck! Mac twisted, but the soft mouth just kept moving against his while the strong hands held him still. Oh yeah, soft. Mac felt a silky, liquid tongue caress his lips, back and forth. He tried to move his head, but no use. No use…no use not just letting that pressing tongue go where it wanted. His lips opened a tiny crack, and Daniel took full advantage, pushing that wet, hot tongue farther into his mouth. Mac tried to move his tongue out of the way, but…no use. Hot and wet against his tongue. Filling his mouth with hot and wet.

 

About Tara Lain

Author Pic 1Tara 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 23. Her best­selling 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 soul­mate husband and her soul­mate 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”

Author Links

website  facebook  twitter  goodreads  Amazon icon

 

This promotional event organized byEnchantress Design & Promo Tour Banner.jpg

Advertisements

One thought on “RELEASE DAY SPOTLIGHT: Golden Dancer (Dangerous Dancers #1) by Tara Lain (@taralain)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s