Friday, November 2, 2012

BLOG TOUR: Brush with Catastrophe by Tara Lain

I don't even really remember how I found Tara Lain, but I did by some chance, and am SO HAPPY I did! She's a wonderful author who writes beautiful, heartwarming stories. I can't get enough of her work! Today she's here to celebrate the release of her latest book Brush with Catastrophe, the sequel to Spell Cat. Take it away Tara!


Hi everyone--

I’m delighted to be here at Buffy’s place to celebrate the release of my new MM paranormal romance, Brush with Catastrophe. It’s the sequel to Spell Cat and the second of the Aloysius Tales. My hero, Sammy Raphael, is a witch. Early in the book, Sammy is adopted by Aloysius, a powerful witch’s familiar who appears as a black cat with crossed blue eyes. Aloysius is actually the familiar of the amazing Witch Master, but for some reason the cat attaches himself to Sammy who thinks of himself as a pretty no-talent witch. You’ll have to read the book to find out why! LOL

I love creating a cat hero. He’s not a shifter (so far) and we are not in his point-of-view, but he has a huge personality that still comes across on the page, I’m told. I love cats and love writing about them. Funny that I don’t own one. I used to, but my honey is very allergic to cat dander, so when our kitty passed away of old age, we never replaced him. Then, just a year and a half ago, we got a dog. But she’s a Papillion--the most cat-like of dogs. She washes her face like a cat--licking her paw and rubbing it on her face. She’s a finicky eater and never gobbles. You can throw her a ball and she’ll watch it bounce, then slowly saunter over and pick it up. No silly chasing. She will, however, run after a laser pointer light until she’s dizzy! I’m including a picture of her. My best-of-both-worlds pet. I’m also including a kitty picture or two.

Would you like to win a $10 Gift Card or a signed copy of my MMM romantic suspense, Golden Dancer, in print, or a bag of swag, or a choice of ebook from my backlist? Just leave a comment WITH YOUR EMAIL. Winners will be announced on November 5th! Just come to my book blog Beautiful Boys Books to see the winner. Hint-- every comment is entered for the Gift Card, but the other prizes will be awarded to people who comment on the “mystery” blogs during the tour. Only I know which ones they are. So hop over to Beautiful Boys Books and look at the tour schedule. You may want to add a comment to some of the other blogs just to up your chances of winning the prizes. And thank you so much for visiting!

Super thanks to Buffy for inviting me today. And now for a sample of Brush with Catastrophe.


Aloysius fascinated Sammy. Knowing the beast looked like a cat but was actually so much more played with Sammy’s mind. While he hadn’t seen it himself, he’d heard reports of Aloysius screaming down the lightning from Killian’s shoulder when they had defeated the head of the Witches’ Council who was trying to control the future of witchery through deceit and manipulation. Total feline scariness.

Killian stepped up to the lectern. Sammy glanced back at the rows and rows of students who had filled in behind him. Dr. Barth sure was popular.

“Good morning, and welcome to the History of Mystical Practice. Is everyone in the right place?”

One girl sighed, “Oh yes,” and everyone laughed.

Killian smiled. “Please put your notebooks down, place your feet flat on the floor, rest your hands in your lap, and close your eyes.”

Sammy glanced at Ryder and Chen, who both looked as mystified as Sammy felt. Sammy closed his eyes.

Killian’s voice sounded soothing. “Take a deep breath in through your nose and out through your nose.”

Much wushing and hissing filled the room.

“And another one. Now keep your eyes closed, but look upward as if you could see the spot between your eyebrows. Stare at that spot. If your mind wanders, just bring it back to that spot.”

Light. Wow. Like somebody had turned on a bulb in Sammy’s forehead. No, more like a candle, because it felt warm. The warmth spread up through his head until it reached the top of his skull. Then it seemed to reverse and started to pour like oil down over his brain. Gods, it felt so good. Silky, sweet, soothing. He let the heat fill his head, comforting every cell. Light sparkled behind his eyes. The sparkles and the oil meshed into a blanket of iridescence that stretched on and on and on…

“Sammy. Psst.”

What? He opened his eyes, and Chen was staring at him. At the front of the class, Dr. Barth was lecturing away. What happened? He smiled at Chen. “Sorry.”

Chen whispered, “No problem. I was worried when you didn’t wake up. Did you actually go to sleep?”

Sammy shook his head. “Not exactly.” He turned his attention back toward Dr. Barth, but out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ryder staring at him. Sammy went to take a note. What the hells? On his notepad, he’d drawn a picture of himself with Aloysius, the familiar, on his shoulder. Every detail was sketched in pencil down to the silken texture of the cat’s fur. Had he done it while he was asleep? No, he hadn’t been asleep, just…somewhere else. But maybe wherever he went was enough like sleeping that his prophetic painting had kicked in. Was this going to happen? Weird.

Sammy flipped the page and took notes, trying to focus on Killian, who was telling the class they would have the chance to practice many techniques in their journey through the history of mysticism. Sammy wasn’t sure what to make of the practice they’d just done. Maybe he was tired from his midnight art frenzy.

Finally the class was over. Food seemed like a good idea. He’d only had the egg and latte this morning, and last night he hadn’t eaten much of his veggie burger because he’d been nervous about impressing Arnold. What an idiot. Anyway, lunch. He was light-headed.

Sammy shoved his notepad in his backpack and stood beside Chen. Ryder waited behind him.


What? Sammy looked around, then felt pressure on his shins.

“Mrwar.” Aloysius did figure eights, rubbing his silky blackness against Sammy’s jeans.

“Hi, fella. Hey, good to see you.” That was kind of true even though the cat made him nervous.

Aloysius jumped up on a seat. The crossed blue eyes stared up at Sammy. “Mrwar.” And in one fluid leap, the cat soared through the air and landed smack on Sammy’s shoulder. Just like in the drawing.

“Whoa.” Sammy staggered back two steps and felt Ryder’s hands gripping his shoulders. The grip was strong and warm.


Ryder laughed, but all Sammy could feel was the heat and pressure of those hands.

Ryder laughed again. “He’s licking me. His tongue is scratchy!” Sammy glanced back and saw the cat scraping his long tongue over Ryder’s fingers. There was something about the power of Aloysius’s tongue that Sammy ought to remember, but the synapses in his brain weren’t firing. The synapses in his cock, however, ran rampant. Every one of Ryder’s long fingers on his shoulders seemed to have a direct connection to Sammy’s balls.

Too soon, Ryder moved his hands. Would that they had traveled to Sammy’s butt but no such luck. Ryder looked at Sammy. “You okay?”

Sammy cleared his throat. “Fine. Aloysius startled me.”

“Has he ever done that before?”

“Nope.” Sammy reached up tentatively and patted the cat’s head. Aloysius pushed into Sammy’s hand, and he giggled. “What do you think he wants?”

“Mr. Raphael, Mr. McMasters, Mr. Chen.” Killian stood in the aisle, leaning into their row. He was always formal in class. It suited him. Plus, Ryder was human, so Killian couldn’t reveal too much familiarity. Killian smiled. “Al seems to have taken to you, Mr. Raphael.”

Alvish, now Ryder, looked up. “Al? Do you mean me, sir?”

That made Sammy’s heart do a double take. He wished Alvish had taken a liking to him.

Killian smiled. “I call Aloysius Al, but perhaps I should call him Al number one.”

Ryder shook his head. “No, sir. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to be called Ryder. It’s my middle name.”

Killian leveled his gaze at Ryder. “A new name to go with your metamorphosis, I gather?”

Ryder nodded. “Something like that.”

Killian reached out a hand to Aloysius. “Come on, Al. We have places to go.”

Sammy felt the cat circle his neck like a winter scarf and heard him begin to purr. Sammy reached up to dislodge him and got teeth, gently but firmly, placed in the pad of his thumb. “Uh, Dr. Barth…”

Killian raised one fair eyebrow. “A new regime, I see.” He looked at Al. “Are you sure, Al?”

The cat released his teeth from Sammy’s flesh and purred louder.

“All right, I’m sure he has his reasons. Enjoy your guest cat, Mr. Raphael.”

“What? But sir… I don’t know how… What in hell am I going to do with a cat?”

Killian laughed. “Anything he wants.”


About the Author
Tara Lain’s first erotic romance novel was published in January of 2011. She’s now on book 16. Her novels have garnered awards for Best Series of 2011, Best Contemporary Romance, 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, and she carries her promotional instincts into her writing career as well. She lives with her soul-mate husband 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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Spell Cat Available Now!

When Killian Barth, history professor, meets Blaine Genneau, quantum physicist, they ignite their own big bang. But sadly, Killian walks away. He doesn't do physics professors. In fact, he doesn't do humans, because Killian is the most powerful male witch in 10 generations and, though gay, he's expected to save his declining race by reproducing.

He can't even have sex with Blaine, because he's been taught that sex with humans depletes his power. But if that's true, 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.

Brush with Catastrophe Now Available!

College art student Sammy Raphael is a crappy witch. And he can’t get a boyfriend. Sammy’s had a passion for his BFF, Ryder McMasters, for years, but Ryder is straight and human. Talk about hopeless causes! And where other supernaturals can bring down lightning and manifest wealth, all Sammy can do is paint. True, the “prophetic” paintings he does at night always come true, but they never predict anything important -- until he paints a picture of a gorgeous man who turns out to be Ryder but so changed he’s barely recognizable. Then Sammy paints an angel --who turns out to be a devil that threatens Sammy’s community and the man he loves. With the black cat familiar, Aloysius, at his side Sammy steps up to save the world--with a paint brush.


  1. I'm so happy to be here, Buffy! Thank you for inviting me. : )

  2. I never thought of the Papillon as the cat of the dog world...looking at the adorable pictures, it somehow makes sense! Can't wait for the book...


  3. Tara. Yes, it's me once again! I've so enjoyed your tour through the interweb. That is one beautiful baby you have there! I love animals even though I have none ATM. Thanks for allowing us take a peek at your fascinating brain, the writer's brain.

    1. Thank you, Rush. I do love my baby. Papillons are so smart they are kind of scary sometimes! But fun. Thank you for coming. : )

  4. I love the idea of the papillon as the cat of the dog world. My Aussie shepherd had a lot of cat behaviors too.

    smurfettev AT gmail DOT com

    1. Aussie shepherds are so cute and so smart. Papillons are too. among the smartest dogs. : )

  5. This was a fun post to read; I enjoyed it. Loved the excerpt, too

    Tanks for sharing!

    Tracey D
    booklover0226 at gmail dot com

  6. Thank you Tracey. so glad you came by! : )

  7. 3 simple words! :D

    Love you Tara!


  8. aww... what a cute picture! lol... enjoying the tour! xD


  9. Al's one determined kitty :)


  10. Great excerpt! Thanks Tara!

    beckerjo at verizon dot net