Let’s talk about summer romance on the beach. Among my soon to be eleven published novels and novellas, I’ve written a series of beach romances called the Balls to the Wall Series and I’m happy to say they have been very popular. There are three books in the series so far, Volley Balls, Fire Balls, and the recently released Beach Balls, and they all take place in Laguna Beach, California, a place with which I am very familiar. Here are some of the great things about writing beach romances:
- Bodies! All that naked skin makes for hot romance. In Volley Balls, the book starts with my hero, David, dreaming over the rippling muscles of two magnificent volleyball players on the beach. In the new Beach Balls, Adam watches a tall, lean diver strip out of his wetsuit. Yum.
- Sports — If you like alpha males, the beach is a great place to find them. My volleyball players are a prime example, plus I’ve written about divers and surfers.
- Great attractions — Beach towns often have some extras that make the place super fun like amusement parks, boardwalks, and, in the case of Laguna, art festivals. Fire Balls stars an artist at the famous Laguna Festival of the Arts, and in Volley Balls, David poses as the statue of David in the Pageant of the Masters. Yep, nude!
- Sex outdoors– What writer could resist giving her lovers a great hanky-panky scene on the sand? I’ve included one from Beach Balls below.
- Sex in the surf– Remember the famous scene of Deborah Kerr and Burt Lancaster in From Here to Eternity? That’s why we love water.
- Sex underwater– The ultimate challenge, I put my lovers underwater for one super hot love scene in Beach Balls. You should have seen me sitting at the computer figuring out if you can suck while holding your breath! LOL You can.
Obviously, readers must like beach romances too because Balls to the Wall has been very successful. I’ll be writing more books in the series and lots of people have been sending me potential names for future books. Fur Balls? Hmm. Maybe not.
Here’s the promised scene from Beach Balls, a MM romance of summer love.
Adam James is so far in the closet he could find Narnia. But coming out would threaten all he’s built as the lead attorney for WMA Development, and the million dollars he can get when he finishes pushing a big land remediation project through the City Council. Then on an early morning scuba dive, Adam meets a tall, lean rebreather diver named Sky who makes him want to live a different life. But Adam’s dreams are shattered when he walks into the council meeting and finds the fire-breathing environmentalist who’s screwing up his chances of winning is none other than that same beautiful man. Sky Sea Mickeljohn doesn’t compromise, so how could he find himself lusting after a damned developer? And what happens when somebody open’s Adam’s closet door? These two better start telling the truth if they’re ever going to find world peace.
Still walking, Sky pointed at some boulders at the base of the cliff. “Want to sit for a while?”
Sky sank down on the sand beside the biggest rock. He scooted to the far side, which would make him invisible to anyone down the beach by the restaurant. He patted the sand beside him.
Adam sat, and Sky put an arm around him, pulling him close. Man, this was new territory. Adam took a deep breath.
“Is this uncomfortable for you?”
“No, just different.”
“Because you don’t go with guys in public?”
“Yeah. And when I am with them I usually top so I take the lead.”
“Oh, sorry.” Sky started to withdraw.
Adam grabbed his hand. “No I wasn’t complaining. Just explaining.”
Sky tightened his arm. “You like this?”
“Yeah. I do.” Adam wasn’t lying. The man was angel-faced and almost girlie with his halo of curls, but he sure knew how to be a man.
The roar of the ocean and yammering of the seagulls almost overpowered the sound of his heart in his ears. This was so damned nice. Adam pressed closer and fit his head into the hollow below Sky’s collarbone. He felt…almost cared for. Odd. That wasn’t a feeling he ever got. No one took care of Adam but Adam. Still. Sky felt good, warm, and even a little safe, which was bizarre since he was threatening Adam’s carefully manufactured identities.
Sky palmed Adam’s cheek then coaxed his face up. Adam looked into the stormy blue eyes as Sky’s lips gently touched Adam’s. He nuzzled then nipped, followed by a broad tongue lick full on the mouth. Adam laughed but he had to admit it sounded a lot like a giggle. He buried a hand in Sky’s curls and pulled his head tight, tasting minty toothpaste and pure goodness.
Adam twisted so they faced each other and wrapped his other arm tightly around Sky’s waist, pulling him close. Sky’s tongue was deep, marauding, hot and wet. Adam’s cock sprang to attention like a marine on parade. He felt as though years, not hours had passed since they’d last fucked. Sky was a heady drug, and Adam was rapidly becoming an addict.
Sky’s tongue pressed deep inside. Somebody moaned. Adam wasn’t sure who, but he wanted more. He rose up on his knees and threw one leg across Sky’s lap, settled his butt and leaned forward so their cocks pressed hard. Sweet Jesus, that felt good. He rode against Sky’s cock, and every thrust sent fire shooting through his balls.
Sky threw his head back. “Holy crap.”
What was he doing? Adam looked over his shoulder. No one was coming. Still, he should stop. But he couldn’t make his hips quit grinding against Sky’s cock.
Sky’s arms came around him. “You didn’t tell me you got rich doing lap dances, buddy.” His breath came so hard he could barely talk, and his hips pushed up like he was being timed for speed. “Hell, I’d pay a million bucks for you.”
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”.