"You must want to enough. Enough to take all the rejections, enough to pay the price of disappointment and discouragement while you are learning. Like any other artist you must learn your craft—then you can add all the genius you like."
Phyllis A. Whitney
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 Amazon, B&N,
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
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?
When Michelle managed to peel
her lids open, her vision settled on a pair of denim-clad thighs. She shifted
onto her back so she could look up and put those limbs into perspective.
Whoever they belonged to, the person better have a very good reason for waking
It took a moment before her mind
reconciled the man’s face with her still fuzzy memory. Once she realized the
identity of the individual staring down at her, she launched straight into a
sitting position. What could she have done to offend Mr. Kal-Khalid while
She rubbed her eyes and
struggled to focus. It took a moment before her mind cleared. He sure cleaned
up well. Dressed in a red polo and black jeans, he had gone from striking to drop-dead
gorgeous. Jet-black hair brushed his collar, and the curly tendrils softened
his angular face. Though he frowned at her, she couldn’t help but feel an
undercurrent of attraction.
Until now, she had believed the
concept of chemistry a sham. But their few interactions proved otherwise. She
may not like him, but she wanted him. She was woman enough to admit this simple
truth, though acting on it was another matter altogether.
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