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Friday, December 12, 2014

The Perks of Having a Fictional Little Sister


by Tara Quan


I probably should start by admitting I’m an only child. And yes, it shows. I’m as spoiled as they come, though age has tempered my brat tendencies somewhat. I’ve always wanted a sibling, but since I was a super-late surprise baby, Santa never dropped off a playmate during his various trips from the North Pole.  
   So I had a lot of motivation growing up to give my characters little sisters (sorry, gentlemen—back in the day, all boys were enemies). When it came to writing A Witch’s Night Out, creating a smartass sibling for my heroine in Flirting with Fire served several purposes. Though perpetually short on funds, Dulcina “Sweets” Gato nonetheless paid for Catalina’s 1Night Stand, which kicked off my series. She also injected some much-needed humor, and served as a pivotal side-character in the series’ second book, Frosty Relations.
   As maybe the case for many baby sisters, Sweets soon demanded her fair share of the spotlight. And thus the third installment of my paranormal romantic comedy line was born. In Fireworks at Midnight, this destitute college graduate experiences the highs and lows of financial independence, kicks some serious ass, and spends much of the book avoiding her best friend’s big brother, a warlock cop named Mikal Knight.
   With the aid of supernatural mayhem and our mysterious matchmaking service, this meddlesome witch gets a storm-filled 1Night Stand of her own. You can find out all about it in Fireworks at Midnight, now available at all major eBook retailers.
To help kick off the new year, I’m giving away a $15 gift card. To enter, leave a comment here and drop your details in the Rafflecopter widget at the bottom of this post (or at my website: TaraQuan.com/FireworksAtMidnight)

Fireworks at Midnight 
A Witch’s Night Out book 3

Recent college graduate and part-time cat familiar Dulcina “Sweets” Gato is having the worst New Year’s Eve in living memory. End of year expenses trigger serious cash flow problems, and her microwave just went up in smoke. To make matters worse, her best friend’s overprotective big brother is back in town, and his return threatens to put a huge crimper on her nocturnal activities. The only thing she can look forward to is Madame Eve’s 1-Night Stand service. After all, she’s sick and tired of being a 21-year-old virgin.
   Enforcement Agent Mikal Knight is a warlock on a mission. Having finally scored a transfer to Washington, D.C., he’s now at liberty to pursue the object of his desires—his baby sister’s best friend. But first, he has a vigilante to track down and a mysterious matchmaking service to investigate. Sent on an undercover operation, he resigns himself to a pointless 1-Night Stand on New Year’s Eve. As luck would have it, his mystery date’s identity might let him kill several birds with one stone.  
Genre: Paranormal Romantic Comedy, Interracial/Multicultural

Buy Links: Amazon | Amazon UK | ARe | B&N | Decadent | Kobo | GoodReads

About Tara Quan
Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, Tara enjoys tossing her kick-ass heroines and alpha males into exotic contemporary locales, paranormal worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Her characters, armed with magical powers or conventional weapons, are guaranteed a suspenseful and sensual ride, as well as their own happily ever after. Learn more at:
 www.taraquan.com


Excerpt
   “Need a boost, Dulcina?”
His continued use of that god-awful name baffled her. Even her parents and sister had switched to calling her Sweets, but this guy couldn’t seem to wrap his mind around the preference. Of course, the three syllables somehow gained a hint of sexiness when he said it in that Southern drawl. The word rolled off his tongue with a lilting musicality that appealed to some traitorous part of her psyche, the unwelcome effect getting on her nerves in a big way.
   On top of that, the weird physical reaction she had to his mere presence irritated her. Ever since she’d hit puberty, being within five feet of the boy she’d known all her life—one who’d since grown into a gorgeous twenty-five-year-old man—did weird shit to random body parts. Her cheeks burned, her breath quickened, her palms got sweaty, and her heart rate turned erratic. The smug grin he wore, along with the patronizing tone he’d used, earned her best friend’s half sibling a temporary place on Sweets’ list of least-favorite uninvited guests. 
   “You’re blocking my view.”
   He offered his hand. “Of what?”
   “Water damage.” Before she could accept his assistance, the empty space between them distorted. Transparent, flickering waves created a blur, as if two realities had shifted out of sync. Frozen in place by the premonition’s onslaught, she watched a version of herself meet his palm with her own. Their fingers twined, and he hoisted her up too fast. When she crashed into his chest, his arms lowered to circle her waist.
   He drew her closer. She tilted her head back and parted her lips. A storm brewed in the depths of his almost-black eyes, coloring them with swirls of white and gray. A light furrow formed between his brows, certainty and possession lending his face a dangerous edge.
   Alarm bells ringing in her ears, she blinked away the vision and clenched her hands into fists. Keeping them at her sides, she did a full sit-up. Talk about a close call. “Thanks for taking care of the smoke. It even smells nice in here now.”
   Lines bracketed the sides of his mouth. He scrutinized her through narrowed eyes, as if he somehow suspected she’d altered their course. “No problem.” 

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Saturday, December 6, 2014

The #Christmas Morning After Jack Frost’s #1NightStand (aka Bonus Sexy Scene from Frosty Relations)

Hi Everyone! I’m one of the many Decadent Publishing authors offering up a bonus scene as part of the 1Night Stand blog’s holiday celebration. For it to make sense, you’ll need to know a wee bit about my characters from Frosty Relations, Mina and Jack. If you haven’t read the book, you can either watch a quick 71sec video here, or read the blurb below.

Frosty Relations: A Witch’s Night Out
 by Tara Quan
Attorney Jack Frost never understood why holidays did weird things to people. His secretary went on vacation, his best friend ditched their annual Aspen trip, and the law firm’s stubborn human resources assistant refuses his clerical support request. What’s a warlock to do on Christmas Eve but go on a 1-Night Stand? But when an oddly familiar empath shows up as his date, this ice mage has a hard time denying the magic of the winter solstice.
Faced with an anemic employment market and financial woes, college graduate and former witch Mina Mao lands an HR assistant job at Frost and Sons. Having spent her day saving Christmas from Frost Junior’s Grinch-like behavior, she accepts the gift of Madame Eve’s service and heads over to the Castillo Capital. When her date turns out to be her childhood crush and workplace nemesis, she braces herself for the sexiest icy ride of her life.
  
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SPOILER ALERT! HUGE REVEAL COMING UP!!

Jack and Mina get together for a 1Night Stand at the end of the book. I hope that didn’t come as too much of a surprise.

And here’s what happens the morning after, on Christmas Day:  

    “Okay, I know I said I’d spend Christmas with you, but this isn’t going to work.” Mina went down on her haunches in front of the massive stainless steel refrigerator. The ice-covered penthouse was so cold, the appliance’s chilled confines seemed warm by comparison. “I’m freezing my butt off, and you don’t have any food.”
   The apartment’s platinum-blond owner padded over to stand at her back, all the while munching on fresh strawberries. He swallowed with agonizing slowness before bending at the waist to hover above her. 
   “Don’t be so melodramatic. If you’d just walk around naked, all surfaces would warm on skin-contact. It’s not my fault you insist on wearing one of my shirts.” He pulled out a massive fruit drawer containing a single bunch of grapes. “And there’s this, not to mention the loot on the kitchen counter.”
   Yanking the half-empty Steuben glass bowl out of his other hand, she popped some icy fruit into her mouth. As she chewed, she made the mistake of tilting her head back. The warlock’s bare chest had a mesmerizing effect on her, the toned array of pectoral and abdominal muscles never failing to attract her gaze. Clad in a pair of silk boxers, his mere presence interfered with her ability to focus. She remained in the trance-like state until a loud growl from the pit of her stomach ended the scintillating scrutiny.
Survival trumped sex, and no amount of drop-dead gorgeousness would save Jack from her escalating h-anger. 
   “By loot, you mean the two crushed cereal bars you dug out of your briefcase.”
    “Don’t be so grumpy. I tried to feed you, but my usual delivery place didn’t answer.” His fingers closed over a handful of strawberries.
    She smacked his knuckles. Desperate times called for desperate measures. Resources had grown scarce. “Of course they’re closed. It’s 8 a.m. on Christmas.”
   Pouting, he sat cross-legged next to her on the frost-covered floor and eyed the bowl. “So?”
   Pivoting her head to the side, she stared at him. “So everyone knows to stock up on food before the holidays. You’re twenty-seven years old. How did you survive all the Christmases before this one?”
   His broad shoulders lifted and fell. “Leo and I would usually be in Aspen by now. I still can’t believe my best friend ditched me to hook up with some crazy cat lady.”
   “Her name is Cat,” she muttered under her breath.
   “Huh?”
   “Leo is dating a witch named Catalina.” Having finished the strawberries, she refilled the bowl with the pitiful-looking grapes. “She doesn’t even own a pet, so stop calling her a crazy cat lady.”
   He scratched his head. “Doesn’t the woman turn into a cat?”
   She arched an eyebrow. “So do I, along with half of all mage-kind. You don’t call me crazy. ”
   Rubbing his jaw, he tilted his head to one side. “Sure I do. At least three times a week, but usually more often than that. I can’t help it if your cockamamie ideas limit my access to support staff.”
   “You mean—the legal requirement for companies to allow employees to take sick-leave and vacation days?”
   He dismissed her point with another exaggerated shrug. “Whatever. Either way, everyone knows you familiars are all a little nuts.”
   Times like these reminded her why she felt the urge to strangle him on a regular basis. If his dad didn’t own the company, she might have attempted it long before now.
   “You think I am a little nuts?” She pointed in the general direction of the living room. “You’re the guy who uses ice blocks for sofas.”
   He squinted at her. “It’s expedient, practical, and—”
“Ridiculously uncomfortable.”
   Huffing out a breath, he tugged the bowl fruit off her lap and put it to the side.
“Hey!” She wasn’t quite sure how she got there, but she found herself flat on her back on the frosty floor a moment later. When she tried to get up, he manacled her wrists on either side of her head. Using his knee, he wedged her thighs apart. “What do you think you’re doing?”
   “Reminding you,” he nipped the sensitive spot behind her ear, “how much you liked my furniture a few hours ago.”
   A sensuous shudder rolled down her spine. She’d spent most of last night flat on her back, pinned against a fur-covered glacier by the frost mage who held her captive. Even as her hips lifted in a silent invitation, she mumbled a protest, “I’m too hungry to have sex.”
   “Wanna bet?” He brought her wrists above her head and adjusted his grip so he could immobilize them with a single hand. His gaze drifted to her chest. A split-second after his gray eyes flashed silver, the row of buttons holding the sides of her shirt together froze and disintegrated, leaving behind a fine white powder. Retrieving a grape with his free hand, he ate half before using the remainder to draw a cold wet trail along her cleavage.
   She shivered. “Jack…. Wait….”
   “I plan to.” He pulled one of her shirttails to the side. His breath warmed the slope of her breast as he shifted over her. Anticipating his next move, she arched her back, moaning when his mouth hovered over the rosy tip. When his teeth scraped her sensitive flesh, a high-pitched cry escaped her throat.
   He closed his lips over her nipple and sucked. The pressure between her legs intensified, prompting her to shift against his knee in a futile attempt to relieve the ache. A different kind of hunger overwhelmed her, its voracity prompting her to writhe in place.
   With a low chuckle, he released her arms. All thought of resistance a distant memory, she laced her fingers through his silky hair and drew him closer. She whimpered as he licked the underside of her breast, kissed his way down her stomach, and lingered an inch below her navel for what seemed like an eternity.
   She tried to urge him to go lower, but he stalled above her hip bones, tantalizing her with teeth and tongue until she dropped her arms to her sides, her hands clenching into fists as she struggled to endure wave after wave of frustrated pleasure.
   With her panties missing in action long before Christmas dawned, there were no barriers to hinder his exploration when he heeded her pleas at long last. His head between her legs, he first teased her with an icy breath, which he followed with flicks of his tongue. By the time he pressed a finger into her, slickness eased his entry. The exquisite friction vaulted her over the edge, the orgasm bursting over her closed eyelids in a burst of white light.

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Okay, so … ahem… Sorry to cut this short, but I have strict instructions from the Blog Maven to heed the 1000 word limit, which I’m sorta kinda already over (shh…don’t tell). If you’d like to find out what happened between Mina and Jack before this fun-filled Christmas morning, check out Frosty Relations at all the usual places (Amazon, Amazon UKARe, B&N, Decadent, among others). You can also find an excerpt on my website.


In keeping with the holiday spirit I’m giving away a $15 gift card to celebrate this release. To enter, leave a comment here and drop your details in the Rafflecopter widget at the bottom of this post (or at TaraQuan.com/FrostyRelations)
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Friday, October 24, 2014

It’s All About Eve(s)


Since I’m visiting the official Decadent blog, it seemed the perfect moment to share a fun fact about the genesis of my 1Night Stand. As you probably already know, all stories in this line refer to“Madame Eve,” the matchmaker in whose manicured hands the entire multi-author world is held.
I got my start in fan-fiction, where writing was game-ified, and participants had to put stories together like giant puzzles. Though I now prefer to create my own worlds and characters, I sometimes miss the challenge of matching Draco Malfoywith Hermione Granger, while forced to add two cats, a grandmother, and an enchanted painting.
Back when I first read the 1NS submission call, I decided it’d be a grand idea to honor the illustrious Madame by writing three interlinked stories that all take place on the “Eve” of a holiday, just to see if I could pull it off.Fast-forward a few months, and I’ve got my first “Eve” out for public viewing.
Releasing in time for Halloween, Flirting with Fire is set on All Hallows’ Eve. It features a witch who spends most of her time as a cat, one who needs help from a dating service to get the attention of her clueless warlock boss.The next installment in my A Witch’s Night Out series is Frosty Relations, which takes place on Christmas Eve. It’ll be followed byFireworks at Midnight, a New Year’s Everomance.
On that note, I’ll thank the lovely Blog Maven having me over today. To celebrate my book birthday, I’m giving away a $15 gift card. To enter, leave a comment here, and drop your details in the Rafflecopter widget (at the bottom of this post, assuming the code works, or at my website: TaraQuan.com/FlirtingwithFire)

Flirting with Fire (A Witch’s Night Out, 1)
Apprentice witch Catalina Gato is prohibited from assuming her human form in front of her new employer without his express permission. Since he doesn’t know he’s a warlock, he can’t give it, leaving her in a familiar’s limbo. To make matters worse, she’s barred from leaving his house, and her attempts to enlighten him of his true nature results in burnt notes, charred walls, and exploding laptops.
On All Hallows’ Eve, she gets one night of freedom. Deciding some no-strings-attached sex might take the edge off the intense attraction she feels for her clueless boss, she signs up for Madame Eve’s service. When she meets her masked mystery date at the Castillo Capital, she realizes she might have gotten much more than she bargained for.
After being gifted a one-night stand from his annoying best friend, attorney Leo Difuoco reluctantly ventures to the Castillo Capital to celebrate Halloween. When he meets his oddly familiar green-eyed date in a Cat Woman costume, flames literally ignite, sparks magically fly, and life as he knows it changes forever.

Genre: Paranormal Romantic Comedy, Interracial/Multicultural


Excerpt:
Her lips pursed, [Cat Woman] stared down at him for a long moment. Then she muttered, “What the hell,” and dropped her very attractive behind onto the opposite seat. “So, this is your idea of an easy place to pick up chicks in costume?”
Not only was the question out of place, it bore an uncanny similarity to something he might have said to his cat. “Well…one in particular, I guess. What’s your name, by the way?”
“Cat.”
She had to be joking. Or she obfuscated on purpose. He decided on the latter. After all, keeping one’s identity hidden made for a great exit strategy. “Mine’s Leo.”
She lifted the leather menu and opened it, blocking his view of her face. “I know.”
Madame Eve must employ a double standard, revealing the identity of men and not women. Another possible theory was Jack had forged the card and kept the woman’s details a secret on purpose. Both explanations seemed plausible. “What else do you know about me?”
She flipped a page. “Everything.”
Talk about unfair. Cat Woman must have received an actual profile, complete with a photo and an option to decline the date. “It might not be all true.”
She tilted the menu forward an inch, revealing the top half of her masked face. “What?”
“The profile you read. Jack has a weird sense of humor. You shouldn’t trust any of it.”
Her eyelids lowered into a slight squint, something the non-human Cat he knew had a habit of doing whenever he forgot to grab his keys. “I don’t follow.”
“It’s obvious you received some basic information about me.” When she shook her head, he waved off the denial. “It’s not a big deal, but I thought I should tell you someone else filled everything out. Since I hadn’t been offered a file on you at all, we should pretend this is a normal date and start over.”
With a shrug and a swift nod, she put the menu down, pulled her gloves off, and reached an arm across the table. The smile she sent him made his stomach do an unsettling flip. “My name is Catalina Gato. I’m a maid, accountant, and shape-shifting witch with a clueless boss and very meddlesome sister.”
What a sense of humor. Considering her costume, cat burglar would have been funnier, but she deserved bonus points for saying it all with a straight face. He took her hand and fought the odd urge to grab her, kiss her silly, and tear her clothes off.
The candle’s flame changed from blue to white. Then the fire shot up in a straight line, six inches high. Another round of nervous clapping followed.
Their palms still touching, he frowned. “Someone here must love Halloween. These special effects are over the top, not to mention dangerous.”
She shook her head and broke contact. Hints of disbelief and resignation laced her bell-like laugh. “Do you think Gomez has recovered enough to send a waiter our way?”


About Tara Quan
Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, Tara enjoys tossing her kick-ass heroines and alpha males into exotic contemporary locales, paranormal worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Armed with magical powers or conventional weapons, her characters are guaranteed a suspenseful and sensual ride, as well as their own happily ever after. Learn more at www.taraquan.com


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