Today I'd like to welcome fellow Decadent Publishing author Tara Quan with her brand new release Delicious Delay (doesn't that cover look yummy?). Take it away Tara.
I’d
like to start to by thanking Nana Prah for letting me plug my new release from Decadent Publishing. A contemporary
romance, Delicious Delay came out on
December 27. The blurb and excerpt are at the end of this post, and I’ve been
updating my website (http://taraquan.com/delicious-delay/) with all the buy
links. And thus ends my self-promotion for the day—on to my actual post.
I
might be in the minority here, but I’m one of those authors who start off with
a title before coming up with a story. That’s right—I’m a prompt writer! It’s
why I love reading submission calls. They give me a central idea around which I
can build my romance.
During
a hot and unpleasant journey back to the U.S., I was delayed in the UAE for about
eight hours. Assailed by boredom, I sent out a tweet casually remarking about
how a delay in the desert could be an interesting premise for a romance.
To
my surprise (I’m of the opinion that no one reads my tweets), a book blogger and
Goodreads buddy replied with suggestions for possible titles. One of them was Delicious Delay.
At
the time, I didn’t even have a story—just a setting and a title. But the more I
thought about those two simple words, the more plot bunnies invaded my mind. By
the time I crossed the Atlantic Ocean, the book was mentally born. It took me quite
a while longer to transcribe it all into words.
Blurb
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?
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?”
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
