Tara Lain joins us today!

Today, Loose Id author Tara Lain joins me. Her new book, Genetic Attraction, just released with week.

The Blurb

At a conservative Long Island University, renowned researcher, Dr. Emmaline Silvay, has two great loves – her life-saving work, and her younger research partner, Jake Martin. The romantic love is impossible. She’s his boss and he lives with his girlfriend. The the “girlfriend” is actually a boyfriend, the beautiful and infamous supermodel, Roan Black.

Resigned to a platonic relationship, Em accepts a weekend invitation to their home, but the men have a menage on their minds. She can’t resist, doesn’t even want to. But their intentions go far beyond passion. They want her to “be a part of them”. Their three-way love defies propriety and the standards of the University that funds their work. The supermodel’s fame makes secrecy impossible. Their ménage threatens to crumble all she’s worked for. What will give way to make room for genetic attraction? 

And look for an excerpt after the interview!

Tara: First , thank you to G.G. for inviting me to your blog today. I have to say that these are my favorite questions ever. They made me think carefully about every answer. So, thank you, for all the wonderful new thoughts you have inspired and realizations you engendered.
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G.G.:You have images -- not just cover art -- all over your site, so I get the impression that artwork and photography and pictures play a major role in the development of your characters and writing. Why don't you give your readers a link to your all-time favorite image and then explain why you love it so much. I'll get you started... One of my fav pieces is The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed with the Sun by William Blake (here's one:http://www.royal-painting.com/htmllarge/large-990.html). I love the danger he presents, her beauty, and the heat you know they would produce together. Yes, it's religious, but it also is highly sensual. So what's yours?

Tara: As you saw, I use a lot of my own art on my blog and some on my website. It’s fun and handy, and I enjoy making my pages visually interesting. As for inspiration, I’m blushing now, but I must confess to a real love for pictures of beautiful men. I know, I know, all women like guy pix, but mine is aesthetic as well as sexual. I love the way really beautiful men look. That’s why I use so many of them on my sites. And, of course, I write about them. My “beautiful boys” of romance.

G.G.: I used to paint, design clothing and sew, make jewelry, and play music, but I gave it all up to focus on writing. You paint and write. How do you find a balance? How do you decide which creative outlet gets your time on any given day?

Tara: I must confess, my painting has taken a back seat. I used to take a weekly painting workshop, but now I write during that time. I do continue collage, however, because it’s so much like play. I use it to make presents for friends and family – special collages reflecting their interests.  I just did one on ballet for a friend in London for her birthday. It was so fun, plus I’m currently working on a book with a ballet them, so it was inspiring, too.

G.G.: Tell us about Genetic Attraction. Where did the concept come from?

Tara: As you know, Genetic Attraction is my first novel ever. When I started it, I barely knew what I like to write. I have a rich fantasy life (all writers do), and one of my favorite fantasies was an older woman/younger man theme, so I started there. Plus, I had recently fallen in love with male/male romances, so I thought “let’s add another man”. Bingo, a ménage was born. In my day job, I come into contact with many interesting people – scientists, engineers, doctors, corporate executives, photographers, models, actors. I wanted my heroine to have a really great job (it’s critical to the conflict) and I knew of a woman scientist who was doing breakthrough genetic research. Hence, Genetic Attraction, the story of a famous genetic scientist who loves her work and her young research partner. She thinks he lives with his girlfriend, but when she discovers the girlfriend is actually his boyfriend, well, all hell breaks loose, and she’s faced with choosing between her two great loves. .

G.G.: Genetic Attraction is a menage. Do you feel the dynamics of that type of a relationship make it more difficult to write?

Tara: Funny. As I described above, the decision to write a ménage was kind of thrust upon me. Those boys both wanted to be in the story! But as of today, I’ve written four books (one published, one under contract, one in editing and one WIP) and three of them are ménages! Two are m/m/f and one, my WIP, is m/m/m. There’s something rich about that dynamic. Kind of like the triangle – the strongest form in nature. And (if you don’t count the pronouns that are killer in love scenes) a ménage is actually easy to write. It gives your characters so many chances for interaction. The reader gets to see them in a lot of different situations. I enjoy it.

G.G.: At the time of this interview, you are working on prequels and sequels to this story. What is it about these characters that drives you back to them?

Tara: They are so demanding! When I completed Genetic Attraction, I started writing a science fantasy piece, but my heroes from GA, Jake and Roan, demanded that I tell their love story. I couldn’t resist. (Roan is just irresistible) I enjoyed writing that book so much. The Scientist and the Supermodel will be coming out from Loose Id in the spring. While writing that book, a new character sprang to life—Jake’s brother, Caleb. I loved him too, so I started plotting (in my mind, I’d never be so organized as to do it on paper) a book for him. When I needed a concept for NaNo, I plunged into that story and am editing it now for submission. It’s called Androgynous Dreams, and all my GA characters reappear, although Caleb and his lovers, Angel and Elijah are the central figures. Last night, Roan started telling me a story about his world of modeling. I may have to write that book too, one day.

G.G.: You seem to write characters that are bigger than life -- celebrities, brilliant researchers... Why go that route instead of telling Everyman's story?
Tara: This was such an interesting question to me, and I really had to think about it. I have two answers. First, these people are my “everymen” to some degree. Both my parents were larger-than-life people. We lived all over the world, and they conducted a “salon” for fascinating people in our living room. My own background is in theatre, television, I was a model for a few years, and then I’ve met all the interesting people of my day job in nonfiction writing and marketing. So these people are familiar to me. Plus, second, I think people enjoy the extraordinary. Look at the passion for the paranormal. Sookie Stackhouse is a waitress, BUT she reads minds and her boyfriend is a vampire. The boy next door just may be a werewolf. I love contemporary romances, so these slightly larger-than-life people are my version of the extraordinary.

G.G.: I'm asking this question tongue-in-cheek, but I would actually like to know your answer, because I can tell it's not as simple as not knowing the grammar rule. I noticed on your site and in your blog that you don't capitalize the pronoun "I," unless it starts a sentence. Why?

Tara: I love that you noticed this. Some people in my life assume correctly why I do it, but few people ever ask. For many years, I studied and taught meditation and yoga practice. In yoga, you strive to get your ego out of the way so that you can more clearly perceive reality. I started using the small “I” as a discipline to remind me to remember that fact, and it became second nature. I have trouble now typing “I” in a story or book. Fortunately, Word corrects it automatically. . It’s kind of ironic that it’s become a little trademark. Kind of the opposite of its original intention. But it still reminds me every time I hit the key. 

G.G.: Is there anything else that you would like to share with our readers?

Tara:  I would like to say a special thanks to Loose Id, my publisher. This great group of people  *waves at G.G.* encouraged and mentored me a long time before I produced a book worth publishing. I was such a newbie with much to learn, and they gave me access to so many resources along the way. I am very grateful. Also, thank you again to G.G. for giving me this opportunity to share.

I’d also love to ask your readers if they like more “everyman” characters, or if they like them larger than life?  Share, please.  :  )

And all your links, please:


“Well, little rock dweller, can I get you another glass of wine?”

“Maybe in a minute; right now I need a rest room.”
“Actually, I noticed a pretty long line outside the one in the hall.” He made a discreet point skyward. “But we VIPs happen to know there’s a little-known bathroom up in Howard’s bedroom.”
“Oh great.” She hopped off the stool, only feeling a little hit from the glass of chardonnay, and turned toward the stairs.
He gestured to the upper floor. “Want a guide?”
“No need. This house has a similar floor plan to mine. I’ll be back in a minute.”
Up the carpeted stairs lined with old historical photos, the noise died down and the lights were dim. She sagged against the wall for a minute to catch her breath. Jesus, Kovak; just what she needed. And then there was Isaac. He was an attractive man, very attractive actually, and single, and her age, and appropriate. Under ordinary circumstances, she’d be interested.
“Daydreaming about the new boyfriend?”
Guilt made her face heat. Shit. Jake.
“What are you doing here?” She turned and looked into his angry but still oh-so-beautiful face.
“This is a faculty party. Last time I checked, I was a member of the faculty.”
“You know what I mean. You haven’t been anywhere near this campus after five o’clock all week. Why the sudden social bent?”
Six-foot-two of upset man loomed over her. “Not happy to see me, Em? Afraid I’ll cramp your style with Dr. Loverboy down there?”
Okay, too much. Tears started running down her face. Shit, she was crying. “Stop it, Jake. There’s never anyone I want to see more than you.”
He stared at her, torn it seemed between anger and some other softer emotion. His hand shot out, grabbed her behind the head, and pulled her into his arms. And there was that ravenous mouth. Consuming. For a moment, words like Kovak and Isaac and Dr. Winton flashed in her mind. Oh, but this was Jake. She opened her mouth and accepted all of that questing tongue. The frustration, anger, hurt, and longing of the whole week flashed into passion, heat. Her body pressed against his, writhing on the huge erection that pressed into her abdomen. Oh God, somehow she had to get that where it belonged. She tried to climb him, thrusting her hips against his body, but the height difference was just too much. He pushed her back against the wall behind her, bent his knees, and came up with that rock-hard bulge pushing against her clit. Oh, shit, yes.
Still thrusting, he pulled his mouth from hers and gasped, “We can’t stay here. Where can we go?”
She grabbed his hand, slid herself out from under him on the wall, and led him into Howard’s bedroom two doors down the hall. There were some coats and purses on the bed, so guests might come in. She located the bathroom and pulled him into it. It was a smallish room -- nothing like he was used to in Connecticut -- just a shower stall, sink, and toilet with a cabinet above. Right now it looked like the Taj Mahal to her.
He pulled her into a heated kiss again, thrusting that tongue deep like she loved. She sucked on his tongue, her hands pawing at his fly, trying to open it. Never breaking the kiss, he took over the effort. He opened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down his fly. She slipped her hand in and wrapped her fingers around that beautiful cock. She started to kneel, but he pulled her back.
“No,” he panted. “May not have much time. Want to fuck you.”
He looked around at the sink, but seemed to decide against it. He pulled his trousers down around his knees and sat down on the toilet seat with his big, wet cock pointing up at the ceiling.
Oh, wow. Mindless. The only goal in her universe was to mount and ride that big dick. Stripping off her thong, she straddled him and lowered herself to the one place on earth she wanted to be. Oh, sweet, sweet --
His head fell back. Eyes tightly shut, he moaned, “Em, oh, Em, please.”
She began to ride. Her hands planted on the wall behind the toilet, she pressed forward and rode up and down and up and down, her body shaking with pure lust. How had she lived a week without this? Vaguely, she heard some voices in the bedroom outside, but she simply didn’t care. This was too wonderful.
Both of them were shaking and panting -- neither could last long. She planted her lips beside his ear and whispered every obscenely loving thing she could think of while he gasped and moaned. Harder and harder she rode, pushing her clit against his pubic bone until she was light-headed, her body like liquid fire. And then the fire exploded. “Jake, oh God!” Her body bucked and bucked on top of this dearest of men as she came -- as hard as she could ever remember.


  1. I just want to say thank you to G.G for hosting me on the blog. These were among the most interesting questions i've ever been asked. I look forward to your return visit to Tara Lain. : )


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