At night, he paints. In a world where the supernaturals can bring down lightning and manifest wealth, Sammy can paint. What happens when a witch's “prophetic” paintings always come true and his latest painting is of the human he has a crush on? The answer? Magic!
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Brush With Catastrophe
(The Aloysius Tales Series, #2)
By Tara Lain
Blurb:
Sammy Raphael is a crappy witch, and on top of that, he can't seem to get a boyfriend. Where other supernaturals can bring down lightning and manifest wealth, Sammy can paint. Granted, the “prophetic” paintings he creates at night always come true, but they never predict anything important. Sammy feels like a total loser with a worthless ability.
One night he paints a gorgeous guy who turns out to be his secret crush, the human Ryder, but Ryder’s changed so much he's almost unrecognizably beautiful. Then Sammy paints an angel who turns out to be a witch. But is that witch also a devil—a devil who can bring down Sammy’s whole community and everyone he loves? And why the hell does Ryder keep changing? Aloysius, the black cat familiar, always backs a winner. So why is he backing Sammy?
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Release Date:
April 14th 2017
Excerpt
Ryder
cocked his head. “You’re so talented.”
Gods,
Sammy’s heart had to slow down, or he’d pass out. “Thanks. That means a lot.”
Ryder
looked up with a soft expression. “You mean coming from a dumb historian who
doesn’t know a palette knife from a fork?”
“No,
I mean coming from you. My friend.”
“Don’t
go out with Lucien, Sammy.”
What the fuck? “Why? Come on, Ryder. Sure, I don’t have a
background check on him, but I probably know as much about him as I do you.”
Ryder
looked at his feet. “Point taken.” The green eyes flashed up. “But I think he’s
cheating on you.”
“What?”
Ryder
walked over to the kitchen counter, picked up a glass, filled it from the
faucet, and drank.
Sammy
wanted to beat him over the head. “Come on. Tell me what you mean. Stop stalling.”
“I
can’t prove it, but I’ve talked to a couple of people who seem to have a
relationship with him and seem to think they are somehow special to him.”
Sammy
couldn’t catch his breath. “Well, we’re not exclusive or anything. I don’t have
any claims on him.”
Ryder
scratched Al, who was purring so loudly that Sammy could hear it clearly. “Is
that true? Or has he implied that you’re his boyfriend?”
“Not
exactly.”
“I
think you deserve better, Sams. I think you can do better.”
Well, shit! Sammy threw up his hands. “That’s real easy to say
when you have an unlimited supply of tits to drool over.” Sammy crossed his
arms. Maybe they’d protect his heart. “I haven’t had a real boyfriend in over a
year, and even that one wasn’t serious. I’m lonely, damn it. I want to be with
someone, and Lucien is smart and funny and charming, and he seems to like me a
lot.” He spread his arms wide. “Is that so unbelievable? That a gorgeous guy
like that could actually go for a skinny scarecrow like me?” He could feel his
ears getting hot, and hurt stored over years poured out of him. “Maybe that’s
why you think he’s cheating. You can’t believe he could want me!”
Ryder
stared at him, his eyes shiny. “That’s not true. I’d never feel that way. I
think anyone with a brain would want you.”
“Then
there must be a lot of dumb people!” Sammy’s breath came hard. Shit, he was
attacking his best friend. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I know you don’t think
that.” He ran a hand through his hair. He probably really looked like that
scarecrow now. “Look, he’s going to be here soon. I promise I’ll ask him. I
will. Okay?”
Ryder
frowned. “I’m worried about you.”
“I
know. I don’t understand why, but I know you are. I’ll talk to him.”
“Okay.”
“You
better go unless you want to ask him yourself.”
“No,
I’ll go.” Ryder walked to the door and turned. He extricated Al from his neck
and handed him to Sammy. “I care what happens to you. I care…. I wish…. Hell,
be careful.” He opened the door and walked out, then closed the door behind
him.
Sammy
collapsed onto the couch, still holding Al against his chest, and threw his
head back. “Why the fuck does this have to be so hard? Why can’t I just have a
boyfriend?”
The Aloysius Tales Series
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About the Author
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 32. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal 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 near the sea in California 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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