13 Days of Halloween: Tara Lain

Hi everyone! Happy almost Halloween. I’m Tara Lain and I write the Beautiful Boys of Romance. Thanks so much to Selena for inviting me to share in the 13 Days of Halloween.

When I was a kid, Halloween was almost bigger than Christmas as a favorite holiday. I’m an Army brat and we lived all over the world on Army bases and posts. Whether we were in Japan or New Jersey, Austria or Long Beach, all the kids united over Halloween. Army housing is in rows or courts, all identical, and in those days, walkable and safe. We’d take huge bags, sometimes pillowcases, and head out in our costumes. Running from house to house, we’d sometimes be lined up eight and ten deep at the doors. Trick or Treat! We loved the houses where the moms made popcorn balls held together with marshmallow, but you had to eat them quick or their plastic wrap cover would come off and get all the other candy sticky. People who gave whole candy bars became the names repeated on the kid grapevine, and we’d all be sure to show up there. But my personal favorites were Nickel Nips and candy lips. Yes, I’m showing my age. Those can only be found in retro candy stores now along with Beemans and Blackjack gum. We’d run home and pour our booty out on the dining room table, then head back out with more room in the bags while mom and dad sorted through the goodies they wanted for themselves!

Today, we don’t get much Halloween. We live on a very steep hill with no sidewalks and where the doors of houses are far from the road. It’s a great place to live — but a bad place to Trick or Treat. We frequently get no visitors with bags at the ready. But that’s okay. It would be tough to ever live up to my childhood memories.

As it happens, I’ve written a Halloween story. It’s called Trex or Treat and it all takes place on and around one very sexy Halloween. It’s in the Halloween Heat IV Anthology. If you’d like to win it, please do two things.

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HalloweenHeatContemporaryMM-453x680Excerpt: Trex or Treat; Halloween Heat Anthology IV MM

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Josh Harris doesn’t have time to be gay. A busy college professor and devoted single-dad, Josh tries to be happy with only his son for company. But then Bradley “Trex” Trexler moves in across the street with his step-brother, Bogo, and sets up his house for Halloween. Josh’s son Ernie can’t wait to go, so Josh dresses up like a movie cowboy and saunters over. But at the end of a long, dark hall he meets another sharpshooter — with a bead on Josh. One trip blindfolded into the dark house of horrors changes his view of the world. And the “adult” party Trex has planned in the bounce room puts an end to Josh’s life-as-usual. Maybe this Halloween Josh can have Trex and treats.

Once they got into the room, the door behind them closed with an ominous thud. Kids’ screams came from somewhere in the back of the house. The kind of screams that meant that something awful just happened and it was great. The crystal ball flickered. “Ennnter my housssse of horrrroorrrr.”

Yikes. Something horribly tickly swept the back of Josh’s neck.

A curtain pulled back to reveal a long dimly lit hall. Josh nudged Ernie. “I think we’re supposed to go that way.”

Ernie got the big eyes again. “You wanna?”

“I think we better.”

The walked past the crystal ball that was now smoky and stepped into a hall. Lights came on in front of a mirror. Josh started and Ernie gasped. They both laughed at their own reflections — a lean cowboy and a little super hero. Suddenly a small Darth Vader stepped into the hall. Ernie giggled as the little Darth walked slowly toward him. Ernie stepped out and approached Darth at an equally portentous pace.

Finally, they were nose to nose. Darth reached out and flipped up his visor. “Hey, Ernie. Come on, let me show you the cool decorations in my room.”

Ernie looked back at Josh. “Can I, Dad?”

“Sure. Stay out of trouble.”

The two boys ran out of the hall. Josh looked around. Where should he go now? Back outside?

A voice came from the other end of the hall. “I’m not sure there’s room for two gunslingers in this town.”

Josh looked up. Doc Holliday, aka, Trex, stood at the other end of the hall. Black hat, dark three-piece suit, a gun at his side, and a delicate handkerchief tinged with blood — the clue to the character since Holiday had died of TB. The western garb looked perfect on that tall athletic body. The real Holiday never looked so good. Josh wanted to drool.

Josh smiled, but Trex didn’t break character. His gaze, steady and dangerous, rested on Josh’s face. Okay two can play. Josh scowled like a man who gazed into the sun all day and chewed the stump of cigar in his mouth. He rested a hand on his toy six-shooter. “You want to try me?” The words were out. Crap, what did he just say?

Trex/Holiday sauntered toward him, spurs jingling. He came face to face with Josh and cracked a hint of a smile. “Show me what you got.”

“Uh, oh I…”

Trex reached up and took the unlit stogy. Then he slipped a hand around Josh’s neck and pressed a hot mouth over Josh’s lips with a hint of warm tongue. Holy crap. Their hats bumped and Josh’s fell backwards. He grabbed for it, their teeth knocked together, their noses squashed and Trex pulled back laughing. “I guess we know that cowboys didn’t spontaneously seduce each other. Too much shit to get in the way.”

Josh knew his eyes were wide and he was having trouble keeping his breath even. “Doing a little cowboy experimentation, are we?” He reached down and grabbed his hat from the floor and put it back on.

Trex waved a hand down Josh’s body. “Hey, you come in looking that great, you gotta expect some admiration.”

“Dad! Dad!” A small human missile flew into the hall. Thank God Ernie hadn’t arrived a moment sooner. The boy stopped. “You gotta come see me bob for apples and shit.”

“Ernie.”

“Stuff.”

“Okay, be right there.” Ernie ran back toward who knows where. Josh looked at Trex. “I think I’ve been summoned. Where are they bobbing and shit?”

Trex laughed. The low chuckle tingled in Josh’s cock. The guy was too sexy. “Follow me.” He put a guiding hand on Josh’s shoulder which was enough distraction to make Josh stumble. The heat of Trex’s lips lingered despite the awkwardness of the kiss.

Josh nodded toward Trex’s costume as they walked. “What made you decide on Holiday?”

“I didn’t think you’d miss my subtle clue.” Trex flashed the handkerchief. “Doc may have loved Big Nosed Kate, but I’ve always found his devotion to Wyatt to have gone a bit beyond the call of duty. And you decided the Man with No Name was gay?”

“Maybe he had so little to say to all those outlaws because he really wanted to discuss china patterns.”

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DSC02846Author Bio:
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 23. 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”!

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