Friday Spotlight with Tara Lain
You want to learn a little more about Tara, you say? Well, before we get into her guest post and fab excerpt from her latest, here is her awesome (and I do mean awesome) bio.
Tara Lain never met a beautiful boy she didn’t love – at least on paper. A writer of erotic romance, mostly ménage and male/male, Tara loves all her characters, but especially her handsome heroes. A lifelong writer of serious non-fiction, Tara only fell in love with EROM in 2009 and, through perseverance and lots of workshops, had the first novel she ever wrote published in January of 2011. Then she capped off the year by being voted Best Author of 2011 in the LRC Awards and had her Genetic Attraction Series named runner-up for Best Series of 2011! A very good year. After an exotic life of travel all over the world and work in television, education and advertising, Tara settled in Southern California with her soul-mate husband and opened her own small marketing business. She paints, collages, and started practicing yoga “way before it was fashionable”. Passionate about diversity, justice, inclusion and new ideas, she says on her tombstone it will read, “Yes”.
Now I know you are all intrigued so let’s get on with her guest post.
Witches Who are Guys
Thank you so much for inviting me, D.C. When I tell people that my new book, Spell Cat, is about the “most powerful male witch in 10 generations” some ask me why he’s not called a warlock. So let’s talk about boy witches.
I created my own paranormal world for Spell Cat and I didn’t like the idea that the males and females had different names so I decided that my hero would be called “witch”. It turns out (although I didn’t know it at the time) that a majority of people in witchcraft today call male witches–witch. The word has no gender. According to some sources, the term warlock in Old English means “oath breaker” and, therefore, can be pejorative. This idea seems to be fairly common among Wiccans. Another source I read said that Warlock means “Lord of the Lake” and that the female equivalent is Laylock. Regardless, warlock is seldom used to describe witches today. Wizard is a popular term for a man who practices magick thanks to “Harry Potter” and the word simply means wise man. Sorcerer is another possible name and may be used interchangeably although the word sorcerer can have a black magick or evil connotation in some circles. All in all, the most used name for a male who practices magick is witch.
In Spell Cat, my hero Killian Barth is called a witch. In his world, witches are losing power due to depletion and they believe it to be from interbreeding with humans. At the peak of their powers, however, witches have the ability to change appearance of a thing not by changing the thing itself but by altering people’s perceptions. They can command weather and control energy. They cannot heal themselves though they can heal each other. In my witchy world, witches live long lives but are not immortal. They have existed always but humans are unaware of them. Even in the witch trials, humans seldom caught a real witch. They mostly burned each other at the stake.
Would you like to visit my witchy world of Spell Cat? I’ve posted an excerpt below.
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Tara that was fascinating! Now on to the excerpt!
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.
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.
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.”
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.”
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Tara, thank you so much for stepping under the Spotlight. You are awesome.