When your dreams come to life, do you fall in love — or send them back to Neverland?
Never
(The Pennymaker Tales, #4)
By Tara Lain
Blurb:
Wendell “Wen” Darling lives in a world of shoulds and musts. Left to care for his brother and sister by his dull drudge of a father and wacko irresponsible mother, he suppresses his creativity, slaving in an ad agency seventy hours a week, letting his no-talent supervisor take the credit.
Then his bosses blow the campaign for their biggest client and Wen gets a chance to shine—but only if he can find the artist who painted a wild, glorious wall of graffiti in the subway. Hiding behind a pillar at 2:00 a.m., Wen comes face-to-face with the scarlet-haired, elven-faced embodiment of his divergent opposite—Peter Panachek, the flighty, live-for-today painter, singer, and leader of the rock group the Lost Boys. Everything Wen takes seriously, Peter laughs off, but opposites attract, even if their kisses always lead to battles. Peter’s devil-may-care persona hides a world of secrets, self-protection, and hidden fears, until the day a drug dealer, Vadon Hooker, threatens everything Wen holds dear. Guided by the mysterious Mr. Pennymaker, Peter has to choose between facing responsibility or burrowing even deeper into Neverland.
Release Date:
November 3, 2017
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Also available in paperback!
Excerpt
Excerpt 2 – Never by Tara Lain
He got up off the couch, padded in the
dark down the narrow hall to John’s room, opened the door softly, and listened.
Just soft snuffling snores. Good. He
closed the door again, listened at Michaela’s as he walked past but heard no
sounds of anguish or illness. Maybe just
a siren or a truck woke him. Of course, they were all so used to the traffic
sounds of Brooklyn that seemed unlikely. Collapsing on the couch again with a
sigh, he closed his eyes. Need some sleep.
Wait.
Do
I hear someone breathing?
He listened harder. So soft, but still
breathing.
What
the hell should I do? Someone might be behind the
curtains with a gun. No, his curtains wouldn’t hide a three-year-old. God knew,
John had tried.
The breath kind of stuttered, like a
little laugh. What the hell? It came
from behind his head, closer to the front door. Damn, I wish I had a weapon. Without moving his head, he turned his
eyes toward the coffee table. A lazy Susan that Michaela used to help serve sat
in the middle. It was made of some kind of heavy ceramic. That would have to
do.
With a huge sweep of his covers, Wen sat
up, sprang to his feet, grabbed the lazy Susan in two hands and leaped forward—
—to see Peter’s eyes widen as he
flattened himself against the wall with his hands lifted to fend off his
attacker.
Wen stared at his elf face and hissed,
“What the hell are you doing here?” No,
wait, wrong question. “How the hell did you get in here?”
Peter pointed at the slightly open
window.
Uh,
wait. Wen walked over and looked out at the
four-story drop—and the old rusty fire escape that ran beside the window. What the hell? He stalked back to Peter,
grabbed his arm, and pulled him to the couch. “Sit.”
Peter sat.
Wen turned on a small lamp, went into
the kitchenette, grabbed their filter pitcher of water and poured two glasses,
then carried them back to the couch. He handed one to Peter. “I figure you need
it after your adventures. How the hell did you get up that fire escape without
falling or ripping the thing off the wall? Fly?”
He grinned. “I’m a good climber.”
Wen wanted to scream, and only biting
his tongue kept it at bay. “Why did you do it? I’ve asked you to help me.
You’ve said no. We have nothing else to talk about. You put yourself at risk,
and you broke into my house where my kids sleep!”
“Kids?” His cat eyes widened. “You have
children?”
“Yes, they’re my younger brother and
sister. I’m responsible for them. I have to leave them alone sometimes, and now
I find out that any criminal can waltz up that fire escape and threaten them.”
“Well, not any criminal.” He gave a half
grin.
“It’s not funny.”
“No. I get that. But honestly, most
people would rip that thing off the wall. I really am a good climber and it’s
very high. I think you and your kids are safe.”
Wen planted a hand on his hip. “From
everyone but you.”
“Yeah.” He giggled, which despite being
shocked and furious, kind of made Wen want to smile.
You still have time to catch up on
The Pennymaker Tales Series
Sinders and Ash
(The Pennymaker Tales Series, #1)
by Tara Lain
Driven Snow
(The Pennymaker Tales, #2)
by Tara Lain
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Beauty, Inc.
(The Pennymaker Tales #3)
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Want to get these lovelies in paperback?
Sinders and Ash and Beauty, Inc. (Pennymaker Tales)
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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