Tara West

YA paranormal/fantasy and New Adult author

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Summer Book Crush Sale!

Hey, fans, as part of the Summer Book Crush, ALL of my Kindle Whispers books have been reduced to .99 for three days! Click HEREto go to my author page! Be sure to check out these other .99 books by my friends with totally crushable characters!

Hot sun, hot sand, cool drinks, dark tans. Ahhhh. But your summer won’t be complete until you land a new BOOK BOYFRIEND, right? Lucky for you, we’ve got you covered!

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SUMMER BOOK CRUSH offers 50+ titles in many genres. This means 50+ chances to (fictitiously) fall in love. And the best part? Each of these gems is only 99¢, but for a limited time only. The SUMMER BOOK CRUSH event starts on June 26th and ends (yes, even the best things in life end at some point) on June 28th. So don’t wait up! Mingle with our BOOK BOYFRIENDS and invite all your friends to participate too. There are plenty of BOOK BOYS to share!

Find your summer’s fling between the pages of a book. And don’t stop on one – after all we have many BOOK BOYFRIENDS for you to mingle with.crush copy


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Listen to my live podcast interview!

OMG! I’m going to be on Canned Laughter and Coffee with Renee Bernard tonight at 8:30 EST! Please stop by and listen. Author.photoSo sorry if I flub my words and sound like a ten-year-old. Also, fingers crossed that my phone doesn’t ring, my kid doesn’t bug me, and my dogs don’t start puking while I’m trying to do the live interview. LOL!


AJ Lape No Brainer Blog Tour and giveaway

484724_10201120839444288_1154017322_nAJ Lape’s second book in her Darcy Walker Series is out! Read below for a funny excerpt, and then go HERE to purchase it on Amazon for just 2.99.

Two weeks before junior year, Darcy hops a plane to Orlando for a little R&R with her best friend Dylan and his family. Fresh off the heels of solving three murders in Valley, you’d think she’d sit back and enjoy the vacation capital of the world … maybe if you’re a noun. Darcy Walker, however, is nothing but verb.
Before her feet hit the Orlando soil, she’s meddling in the disappearance of a five-year-old boy who vanished six months earlier.

With authorities still no closer to solving the case, Darcy is shanghaied by her impulsivity and runs headlong into that proverbial burning building, convinced she can bring him home.

She travels down a road that not only follows this missing child but branches off into the corrupt and sinister world of mob activity when she tampers in a case on which Dylan’s detective grandfather is working.

After a near disastrous midnight meeting in a warehouse and a date with a mechanical bull, Darcy realizes she might’ve bitten off more than she can chew. Add the boiling flirtationship with her best friend and the appearance of his romantic rival, and she is in over her head.


The cold blade bit into my skin. One move in either direction and my carotid would be severed in two.

I was a dead woman. I wouldn’t have a first date; I wouldn’t go to the prom; I wouldn’t be able to do anything more than sleep in the dirt and ponder what everyone was doing topside. I should be screaming or begging for my life, but something about this man looked familiar, and for the life of me, I couldn’t place him. My pulse thumped in my mouth, and as I desperately tried to back out of the room, the cell phone attached to his belt buzzed at its highest setting. Still holding the blade to my neck, with one hand he unclipped it and checked the text message then swung a  complete-180 into panic mode. 

      “Out!” he barked to the room. Holy cow, Holy Jesus, Holy fat statue Buddha, I prayed.

“I’m going to Hell. I’m going to rot down there with the fastard that shot Bambi’s mother.”~ Darcy Walker, No Brainer

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Say When teaser

I’m finished! Say When, my first New Adult romance, is now being beta read and then edited. Projected release date is July 19, but it may release early.

Say When by Tara West

A Something More Novel

saywhen,web***Warning: this book contains graphic language, sex, and mature situations. Not intended for young adult readers.***

 He told me to say when, but I can’t. Not with Andrés. It’s so hard to say anything when he’s trailing feather soft kisses down my neck, or when his touch sends hot currents of lust rippling across my skin.

Then there’s the way he smiles and offers soft words of encouragement when I’m creating art, almost like he believes I have talent.

He’s not like any guy I’ve ever met. Not like my ex-fiancé. Not like my father. He’s got me thinking that maybe we can have something more. More than just lust, degradation, and abuse.

 And now I’m scared, because that means I’ll have to trust him with more than just my body, but with my heart, too.

Christina Duval   

Scene from Chapter Three of Say When

I don’t know what force of nature compels me to break my “no eye contact” rule. Maybe it is his heady musk, or the warmth radiating off his frame, but when I look into his eyes, I swear I nearly wet my pants. The guy is gorgeous. Warm chocolate eyes, thick lashes, flawless tanned skin, marred only by the slightest bit of stubble on his square jaw. Black hair cut short frames his angular face. And that mouth, so full and sensual, my traitorous lips part as if being compelled to kiss him.

                When he looks down at me and smiles, I know I’m done for. My knees weaken and I feel the heat rush through my body and spread like wildfire. Damn me for acting the love-struck fool and smiling back.

                Then his sensual lips part and I think, Oh, gawd, this is it. You’re about to totally violate your anti-slut protocol and make out with this random stranger. I don’t even have the strength to tell myself I’m acting like an idiot.

                He leans toward me, and before he gets the chance to kiss me, he points to something just beyond my shoulder. “Do you girls need help?”

                His deep, rich voice startles me, but not as much as the fact that I was about to kiss a total stranger—a stranger who’s obviously not interested in kissing me back.

                I turn toward Karri. She’s slumped against the driver’s side door and sobbing into her hands. Well, don’t I feel like the total bitch?

                My sexy Latin stud brushes past me, the click of his cowboy boots ringing across the pavement as he walks toward Karri. He’s a soldier. I can tell by his rigid, uniform stride, although his cropped hair should have given it away.  Karri’s brother is in the Marines and he’s got a similar stiffness in his gait. I follow this guy, even though my legs are practically useless, weakened by my stupid crazy hormones.

                “Uh, oh,” he says as he circles the car.

                It’s still smoking, and I worry that maybe Karri should back away, even though I’m pretty sure cars only blow up in the movies. 

                Karri looks at him through wide watery eyes, and I can see something flash in her gaze. Oh, yeah, her slut sonar must be on high alert. I can’t say I blame her. His physique is just as impressive from the rear. His cowboy jeans mold to that ass perfectly, and even through his striped linen shirt, I can see the outline of a man in prime condition.

                Karri wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. “My stupid car broke down.” She pouts and bats her lashes while thrusting out her generous cleavage.

                “It’s not the car that’s stupid,” I say before I have the chance to stop myself. Then I slap my hand over my mouth. What the heck is wrong with me? But as I watch my friend slant me a dirty look and then turn a big smile back on the stud, I know exactly what’s wrong. I’m being territorial over a guy, which is weird, because I’ve never been that way before, not even over Jackson. And for some odd reason, money grubbing hos are always throwing themselves at him. 

                “Mind if I take a look?” Stud muffin asks, but he’s already inside the car popping the lever. Smoke pours from the engine when he lifts the hood.

                I take several steps back because the fumes are unbearable. Karri screeches and stomps a foot. He surveys the damage, and when he frowns the tendons in his neck flex beneath his stiff shirt collar. Damn. I imagine the muscles beneath that shirt are even tighter. Double damn.

                I cross one leg over the other, balancing awkwardly as I try to quell my raging hormones—that is how hot and bothered I am over a guy.