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F.A.S.T. — Firefighter Assist and Search Team
Firefighter and surfing champion, Jerry Wallender, looks like a hero to the world, but he can’t see it. He keeps falling for these intellectual guys who end up making him feel dumb and unneeded. On top of that, Mick Cassidy, super-gorgeous firefighter and total homophobe, makes Jerry’s life miserable with his slurs. Then one day Mick’s nice to Jerry and, at the Firefighter’s Ball, Jerry offers a helping hand and ends up with a hand-job. What the hell is going on?
Mick Cassidy is great with fighting fires and solving math problems but rotten with people. Raised by a gay-hating preacher, Mick’s carefully constructed world of gay bashing starts to crumble when he meets Jerry, the nicest, kindest man he’s ever known. Mick’s never wanted a woman and can’t stop thinking about sex with Jerry. In fact, he can’t stop doing it. Does that make him gay? And if he’s gay, what happens to his whole life? A hook-up between sweet Jerry and mean Mick might be total disaster — or the smartest idea Jerry ever had.
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Title: F.A.S.T. Balls
Author: Tara Lain
Genre: MM Romance
Publisher: Etopia Press
Formats: ePub, Kindle format, Pdf
Tara Lain never met a beautiful boy she didn’t love – at least on paper. A writer of erotic romance, mostly male/male and MMF ménage, Tara loves all her characters, but especially her unique heroes. In fact, her readers say her tagline, Read the Beautiful Boys of Romance, about sums it up. Her first romance novel was published in January of 2011. She’s now on book 21. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards.
Some people call Tara “the Balls girl” in honor of her best-selling MM contemporary romance series, Balls to the Wall. Readers send her suggested titles for her next Balls book! Three of the Balls books, Volley Balls, Fire Balls and Snow Balls, were on the Amazon list of the top selling 100 gay romances in 2012.Tara also has a popular paranormal series called the Aloysius Tales and an award-winning ménage series titled Genetic Attraction.
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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Jerry patted the sand next to him. “So sit.”
Mick smiled like Jerry had just given him a candy bar. “Thanks.” He turned and leaned against the rock with his long, muscular legs stretched in front of him. “This is nice.”
Jerry glanced at Mick’s pale skin. “Don’t guess you spend too much time at the beach.”
“No. I always forget it’s here.”
Jerry laughed. “What do you do for fun?”
He looked over at Mick’s very pink ear.
“Uh, I used to go out to Norco on my days off.”
“To your community?” That was the word he’d used.
He picked up some tiny shells from the sand. “Why didn’t you go today? Because of Jezebel?”
“No, I haven’t been going so much lately. They kind of give me the creeps.”
Jerry laughed. “I know how that can be.”
“Where are your folks?”
Mick grinned. “I never would think of anything eastern about you.”
“I know. Weird, huh?” He tossed the shells. “My folks are bankers.” He laughed. “Maybe as creepy as your preacher father.”
“So how did you get here?”
Man, he didn’t talk about this much. “I didn’t do good in school. I’ve got this reading problem and nobody caught it until I was way far behind because I was good at memorizing stuff when I heard it. My folks were kind of embarrassed by me. A jock who wasn’t real bright. Somebody told me I should be an actor, so I borrowed some money and flew to California. It took me about a week to figure out I wasn’t ever going to be an actor, but it took one minute to know this is where I belong, man. I’ve been here ever since.”
“How old were you when you came?”
“Wow, they let you come that young.”
“Yeah. I didn’t exactly ask. But they were just as glad to be rid of me. I paid back the money in a few months.”
“You mean you didn’t learn to surf until you were seventeen?”
“Yeah, natural athlete they call it. And I didn’t take up firefighting until I was twenty-six. I’m a late bloomer.” He laughed and sighed at the same time.
“But you aren’t dumb.”
That was sweet. “Thanks.”
“No seriously, I’m really smart and I think you’re smarter than me.”
What? “Uh, thanks, Mick.”
He wouldn’t give up. “I’m a genius, they say, but I’m really bad with people. I can’t make friends or anything.” He hunched those big shoulders and stared at the sand. “You’re like a genius with people. Nice and kind and funny.”
She-it. “Kind of you to say so. So you’re a genius?”
“At math. Stuff like that. Nothing that matters.”
Holy crap, why did he keep coming up against these smart people. “Why’d you become a firefighter?”
“It made sense to me. Save people’s lives and their property.”
Jerry nodded. “Me too.”
Quiet. Seagulls. Waves. Ignore the double jerk-off elephant at the beach. Why was Mick here?
“What we did last night.”
“I keep thinking about it.”
“I told you not to worry too much. You got turned on by Jezebel and needed some relief. I was there.” He closed his eyes.
“Not by Jezebel. By you.” His eyes opened
Jerry looked at Mick’s profile. “What do you mean?”
“I was watching you and the other guy dance.”
Ooookay. “I see.” So maybe Mick wasn’t so straight.
“I was thinking how your cocks must be rubbing together. I thought it would feel good.”
Jerry swallowed. “Now you know.”
More staring at the sand. “Yes. It felt great.”
Jerry held his breath.
“Now I’m wondering what it feels like to have a thing, you know, a cock, in your ass.”
He let the breath out slowly. Should he laugh or cry? “Well, the first time it’s really hard to do. You kind of need to stretch the hole so it doesn’t hurt.”
Mick didn’t look up but his ears glowed like a sunset. “That makes sense.”
Mick stared at more sand. “Would you like to try it with me sometime?”
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