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Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Spell Cat by Tara Lain


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Title:  Spell Cat
Author: Tara Lain
Publisher: Loose Id
Genre: Contemporary MM paranormal
Release Date: March 20, 2012







What inspired the story?

The first germ of an idea came because I wanted to write a story with a cat in it. Cats cry out for witches! And I love contemporary MM romance. So I put the two together and this developed into the first true paranormal novel I’ve written. I wanted my hero, Killian, to be a great witch and great heroes require big problems. His problem is that his race is declining and he, as the most powerful male witch in a long time, is expected to fix it. But Killian longs to have a real love in his life for once before he sacrifices himself for his community.  It was great fun to write and including the black cat witches’ familiar, Aloysius, made it that much more fun. 

Here’s a blurb:

When Killian Barth, history professor, meets Blaine Genneau, quantum physicist, they ignite their own big bang. But sadly, Killian walks away because he doesn’t do physics professors. In fact, he doesn’t do humans; Killian is the most powerful male witch in 10 generations and, though gay, he’s expected to save his declining race by reproducing. Sex with humans depletes his power – or so he’s been taught. Then why can young human, Jimmy Janx, dissolve spoons with a thought? Somebody’s a lying witch. With his powerful cat familiar, Aloysius, on his shoulder, Killian brings the lightning against deceit and greed to save Blaine from danger and prove love is the greatest power of them all.

EXCERPT:

Killian has been resisting his attraction to Blaine because humans deplete witches’ powers. But in this scene he gives up the fight. :  )

Blaine stood at the end of the counter a few feet away, staring at Killian.  How long could a witch live with his heart no longer beating?
​Oh gods. He understood. Heat…no, fire! The way he felt this moment dwarfed every emotion he’d had with Moran by a thousand. A million. The chasm between indifference and…passion. His heart beat faster, his breath caught in his chest, and his eyes never wanted to look on another sight, just Blaine. He ought to run, but whether away or straight to Blaine, he wasn’t sure. 


​“Mrwar.”

Blaine seemed to catch the welcome in that meow. He smiled and took a step closer. “Hi, Al. Good to see you, buddy.”

​Aloysius unwrapped himself from Killian’s neck, made one bound off the tabletop, and launched himself into Blaine’s waiting arms. Oh Powers, would that Killian could do the same! He actually had to hold himself still, or he knew he’d follow the cat. 

Blaine petted Al as the cat did his imitation of a moving fur coat; purring so loudly that Killian could hear him, even a few feet away. “You seem happy to see me, anyway.” He looked up.
“Are you happy to see me, Killian?”

​Killian nodded. Correction, his head nodded. He had no power over it.
Blaine moved even closer.

“Could I have lunch with you? Talk to you?”

​The head nodded again. 

​The human slipped into the chair beside Killian. Sweet Powers, he smelled so wonderful. ​That sweet and spice together. Killian wanted to turn himself into Aloysius so he could rub all over the man’s body. 

​“This sure is one great cat. Where did you get him?”

​Killian cleared his throat. “Guh, uh, a gift from my mother.”

Blaine chucked Al under the chin, and the cat let him. “My mother hates cats.” He looked up, and Killian swam in the pools of deep green. “Of course, my mother hates me, so she’s not likely to give me the time of day, much less a pet.” 

​“Surely not?”

​He grinned. “That she hates me? Oh yeah. I keep defying her by choosing to be gay when her preacher has clearly cleansed me of this delusion at least ten times, so she has washed her hands of me.”

​“But you didn’t choose… Oh, you’re joking.” 

Blaine’s grin faded. “I wish it were a joke. Then a lot of beaten up, confused kids would have parents who loved and understood them.”
​Powers. There were worse things than having a manipulative witch for a mother. “I’m so sorry, Blaine. I didn’t mean it like that.”

Blaine smiled. “I never thought you were making fun. I just have a weird sense of humor sometimes.” 

​And then he did it. He put his hand on Killian’s arm. Such a simple gesture. Flash! Heat blazed in Killian’s head, and hot steel filled his cock. Blaine started and pulled his hand away. Those green eyes widened, and he stared at Killian like he was either the answer to a dream or a cobra, and Blaine wasn’t sure which. “Holy shit!”

​Killian tried to make sense of his brain synapses and grasped at the first thought. “Uh, food, did you want food?”

Blaine leaned over and whispered in his ear. “I want to eat with you and talk to you and sleep with you and take you home with me. But right now, I want to make love to you so badly I’m having trouble focusing.”

​There was that head nod again. Where the fuck did that come from?
​“Does that mean you want to make love to me too?”

​Killian stared at Blaine, the human physics professor whose simplest touch could drain a witch’s power until his own mother didn’t know him and his people couldn’t benefit from his great sperm and -- and all that dogma. The answer was “yes.”
He did want to make love to Blaine. He wanted it more than anything. The evil witch voice piped up in his head. Yep, these humans are tempting. That’s how the witch race got so depleted. He was the strongest male witch in ten generations. That had to be worth something. He had never had a really satisfying relationship with a man, even for a short time. He wanted one.
Didn’t he deserve just a little happiness before he gave his life for his people? He’d tried it the right way, the witch-stamp-of-approval way, and nearly got his back broken for his trouble. 

Blaine was staring at Killian like he was in suspended animation; only the fingertips that scratched Al’s head moved. There. That was it. Blaine had the best possible credentials. Aloysius, who was no dumb cat, was crazy about the human…and so was Killian. Just that simple. He didn’t care if he rotted in witch oblivion, or if he lost some of his fabled power. How much damage could he do in such a little while? “Yes.”

 
E-mail:                   tara@taralain.com

Website:              http://www.taralain.com

Author blog:       http://taralain.blogspot.com

Book blog:           http://beautifulboysbooks.blogspot.com



Twitter:               http://twitter.com/taralain





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12 comments:

  1. I have a soft spot for paranormal romances, and am thrilled that you are trying your hand at this genre. From that excerpt, I would say you've got yet another winner!


    caity_mack at yahoo dot com

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  2. Tara, I wish you wouldn't do that! Every time I read one of your excerpts I end up disappointed that there isn't more there :(

    Meanwhile congratulations on the new releases :D

    ilona
    felinewyvern at googlemail dot com

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  3. First I had to admire tthe cover again...oh yeah!
    Thanks for the excerpt, or teaser as we readers might call it cuz we want more!
    It sounds so good, I'm really looking forward to the release!

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  4. Hi Cathy and Ilona and Diane-- Great to see you! I'm so glad you liked the excerpt. Diane--be sure and leave your email here or at Beautiful Boys Books so i can enter you in the Contest for the GCS. : )

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  5. Hi Tara,
    Love the excerpt! Can't wait to read more!

    beckerjo at verizon dot net

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  6. Hi Tara! This sounds like it will be another winner! Good luck with the blog tour.

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  7. Hi Jo, Hi Karin-- Great to see you! This tour will be fun! : )

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  8. Hi Tara! I love the cover too. I'm sure it's going to be a great book. After all professors, magic, witches, cats, oh my!

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  9. Hi Lena-- Yes, those are all things we both love! : )

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  10. Yes, cats! I firmly believe that everyone should have a kitty to love. Or a dog if they must. (It's not that I have anything against dogs. It's just that nothing compares to a cat.)

    ashley.vanburen[at]gmail[dot]com

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  11. Hi Ashley-- I'm lucky. I have a papillon who may technically be a dog but is sooo much like a cat it's the best of both worlds. : )

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  12. I agree, nothing is better than a cat!

    spamscape [at] gmail [dot] com

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