Thank you for letting me share my
multicultural contemporary romance,
Delicious
Delay. The book is currently on sale for a limited time. You can grab it
for only 99c from
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After my own not-so-delicious
delay in the Middle East, I set out to write something funny, sexy, and set entirely
in an airport lounge. It’s a quick summer read meant to make your mouth water (from
the food...) and your toes curl. I hope I’ve piqued your interest enough to
give one of the links below a click. ~Tara Quan
Delicious Delay
Stranded in a Middle Eastern
airport, Michelle Day finds herself the object of interest for an abrasive, but
all-too-sexy stranger—a stranger who tempts her with the forbidden in a land
where indecency could get her killed. But how does one say no to such a
deliciously, relentless pursuit?
Khalid Al Dehri takes one look
at the red-headed spitfire in the business class lounge and knew he’d either
been transported to heaven—or hell. Her tart response to his surliness
intrigues him beyond all propriety and the longer he spends in her company, the
more he can’t deny his forbidden attraction. But will she explore the
sensuality between them or will society’s rules keep them apart?
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Multicultural
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, fantasy 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
Excerpt
He grinned. “So I have a
proposal.”
She tried to get her breathing
under control, without much success. “Why am I sure it’s an indecent one?”
He motioned his head toward the
far end of the lounge. Latticed wooden screens gave that particular section
more privacy. In an L-shaped room, the tucked-away location prevented a direct
line of sight from the dining or reception areas.
He got up and offered her his
hand. She hesitated for a long moment before taking it. With faltering
footsteps, she followed him. More private or not, limits on how far this could
go existed due to them being in an airport lounge. Since her self-control had
chosen today to take a vacation, she appreciated the imposed constraint.
He lowered himself onto a plush
leather sofa deep inside the cordoned area. With walls on either side and
screens strategically angled, the space seemed to have been designed as a spot
for people to nap.
On the brink of crossing a
dangerous line, she hesitated. “What exactly do you have in mind?”
“I’m just giving you the
opportunity to have your way with me,” he offered, his face the picture of
innocence.
She hadn’t expected that answer.
“I don’t quite follow.”
He kicked one of his legs out
and tangled it with hers. She stumbled and instinctively moved her hands
forward to brace herself. Her palms flattened over his hard muscled chest when
she landed.
She traced the shape of his
pectorals. “What do you do all day? Work out?”
He chuckled, the low rumble all
male. “I have access to the best personal trainers money can buy. They help
keep me honest.”
She shook her head in disbelief
as the man preened. “Have you heard of a concept called humility?”
“It’s not one of my virtues,” he
admitted. “I’ve never understood the point.”
She sighed. “It’s the polite
thing to do.”
He placed his forefinger under
her chin and tipped her head up, his expression playful. “So what is a sweet,
polite, goody two shoes doing on top of me?”
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