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Friday, November 21, 2014

Guest blogger; Tara Quan, Frosty Relations

Please welcome Tara Quan today and check out her new release, Frosty Relations!

With the holidays upon us there are troves of books to curl up with by the fireplace. My paranormal romantic comedy goes great with mulled wine and cinnamon cookies. Part of Decadent Publishing’s 1Night Stand line, Frosty Relations features a young college graduate facing the complicated world of adulthood and confronting the frost mage she’s had a crush on for most of her life. Add some Christmas magic and Madame Eve’s renowned matchmaking service, and we’ve got the beginnings of an icy-hot love story. Those who’ve read my Halloween release Flirting with Fire already know Jack, this tale’s hunk. In keeping with the holiday spirit 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 replace with: at my website:]

Frosty Relations (A Witch’s Night Out, 2)
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.  
Genre: Paranormal Romantic Comedy, Interracial/Multicultural
Buy Links: Amazon | AllRomance | B&N | Decadent | GoodReads


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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



Yawning, he settled more comfortably into the seat and embraced the lulling haze. His mind wandered to the day Mina had showed up for an interview. In a departure from her current fashion slump, she’d worn a short skirt suit and glossy-black high-heeled pumps. On her way out, she’d swung by his office to drop off his major weakness—Shanghai White Rabbit Creamy Candy. He’d given her a high five and wished her luck.
That day, she’d stayed for no more than a few minutes and had left the door open. But in this foggy, slumbering vision somewhere between the dreams he could never recall and actual memory, he reached over her shoulder to shut it.
A mischievous grin on her face, she tilted her head back and met his gaze. “What do you want, Jack?”
He lifted his index finger and placed it over his lips. “Shh....”
Sashaying past him with feline grace, she shrugged off her jacket to reveal a crimson silk blouse. After draping the discarded garment over an office chair, she turned to face his desk. Placing her palms on the suddenly clutter-free glass, she threw him a sideways glance and motioned him over with her head.
The warmth of balmy fall allowed her to show off those smooth, toned legs. The tailored dark-green cotton hugged her ass’s subtle curve, the back slit giving him glimpses of her creamy thighs.
Coming up behind her, he closed one palm over her mouth. She remained still, her small body trembling as he nibbled her neck. He grazed his teeth over the slender slope, pausing to suck a bright-red hickey onto her snowy skin.
Hearing a muffled moan, he clamped his fingers tighter as he slid his other hand under her skirt. Finding damp heat, he yanked down her panties. The scarlet lace fell to circle her four-inch heels.
Biting her earlobe, he whispered, “Stay quiet, or everyone will know I’m fucking you.”
With one hand, he unbuckled his belt and freed his erection, his other arm still holding her in silent captivity. He kicked her legs apart and hiked up her skirt. Sliding his length between the creamy cheeks, he probed her wet opening with the tip of his cock.

A loud feline hiss jerked him out of the dream. Sharp claws dug into his thighs as the chair rolled back and hit the wall. The cat scampered off his lap. Rubbing his eyes, he tried to remember where he was. Once his mind regained focus, he glanced down at his crotch and noticed the very visible bulge. He could see why she’d reacted in a rather extreme fashion.
With a soft popping sound, the woman whose bare butt he’d envisioned appeared in front of him, her snowflake earrings swaying against the sides of her rosy face. At least she’d lost the Santa hat. “What the heck were you thinking about?”
The most honest answer would give her the wrong idea. After all, he wasn’t attracted to her. He’d happened to be envisioning office sex with someone who bore a remarkable resemblance to her, at the same time he got an erection, while she’d been on his lap—all unrelated events.

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Why Heroines Never Do Housework

It looks like autumn is about to come to an abrupt end in Georgia. It’s been warm for the most part, but colder temps are moving in. The leaves here in Marietta have been absolutely gorgeous. Slowly, they are helicoptering down to make a soft ground cover in
preparation for the colder months to come.
Halloween was a great success around my house. The grand babies were satisfied with the three-cavities-guaranteed sweets they were able to score. Their mommas…not so
much! Now it’s time to finish off the Halloween candy and carry the jack-o-lanterns to the field for the critters to munch on. I’ll be cleaning and getting ready for Thanksgiving and Christmas festivities. Which leads me to ask the question—
Why do the heroines in our books never do normal, everyday things?
After thinking about it, I’ve come to a conclusion. What normal, everyday woman wants to read a book that mimics her life? I’m not implying our lives are boring, but come on, how many women kick butt and take names for a living? How many can eat like all food has zero calories and never gain an ounce? What women in Reader-Ville, have all the men on Earth wanting to do wonderful things to their bodies—and want nothing in return?
 Yep, that’s what I’m saying.
When I read, I want to lose myself in the story. I want to bond with a woman leading an exciting, fairytale life. I want the hunky, alpha sex-god to fall madly in love me, fighting any others who might interfere in his quest for my affections.
I want the hot, multiple orgasms kind of sex with no kids pounding on my bedroom door, or dogs sleeping at the foot of the bed. I want to never worry about morning breath, taking bathroom break, or how many calories a tiny morsel of chocolate contains.
If I wanted to spend time with a woman cleaning toilets, chasing dust-bunnies, or tackling wild children, I’d look in the mirror and have a conversation with myself.
If anyone else has another theory about why heroines in romance books never lead the lives real women do, I’d love to hear from you in the comments below. If you lead the life of a heroine in the romance books, let me know. I want to meet you!
Everyone who comments, will be entered in a drawing for a chance to win an e-copy of Resolutions, or The Eyes Die Last.

Friday, October 17, 2014

Guest Blogger; Alexa Bourne

Settings: Why Should Readers Care?
I believe settings make a huge difference in the pleasure readers can get from a story. I know for myself I love trying to visualize the cities or mountains or moors the characters visit. When the author adds in details, I feel like I’m right there with the characters. I strive to do the same thing with my own writing. Each of my books is set in a place I’ve visited or lived. My goal is to paint a picture for my readers. It almost feels like it’s my responsibility to give them a chance to “see” a place they may never see in real life. 
With my new Hidden Destiny series, I set the stories in Austin, Texas. I have been here quite a while and there is so much to love. South by Southwest, Austin City Limits, University of Texas (Go Longhorns!), eclectic shops, various festivals, Tex-Mex food and a ton of other interesting places. We are the live music capital of the world. What better place to set my not-so-ordinary paranormal stories than a not-so-ordinary city?
Wake Me is the 1st book in the Hidden Destiny series, a group of stories all revolving around Trinity Tavern, a fictional pub in the city center, and a band of friends who must learn to accept and control their paranormal abilities. I’m excited about this story, of course, but I’m really looking forward to continuing to paint that picture of Austin. With the connected series books, readers should hopefully have an accurate depiction of life in Austin and maybe, just maybe, some of them will book a vacation to our unique Texas city!

Alexa is giving THREE prizes throughout her Wake Me Blog Tour! Leave comments in any (or all!) of the tour stops and you will be in the running! So for this stop, where do you think I should set my next set of stories in & why?
The rest of the tour is here:

Wake Me

Alexa Bourne is a teacher by day and a romance writer by nights, weekends, and all school holidays. She also teaches online classes for writers throughout the year. She writes romantic suspense and contemporary romance and is thrilled to have the chance to share her stories with readers everywhere.
When she’s not concocting sinister plots and steamy love scenes or traveling and exploring new cultures, Alexa spends her time reading, watching brainless TV, and thinking about exercising. Okay, she also spends way too much time interacting with readers and writers on social media sites. But don’t tell her editors! Find out more about her and her books on her website,

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Her psychic dreams come true.
Sarah McKinley’s attempts to take her foreknowledge of crimes to the Seattle Police Department marked her as a troublemaker and were never taken seriously. Starting over in Austin, she plans never to reveal her gift, but shortly after she arrives, the dreams begin again, and the local police want to know why she has knowledge only the killer could possess.
Detective Jesse Cordell watched his mother con people with her “psychic ability” all through his childhood. He hones in on Sarah, who has means, motive, and opportunity to have murdered the victim in his current investigation. Instinct tells him she didn’t commit the crime, but she definitely knows more than she’s letting on.
Can he put aside his doubts and join forces with her, against everything he believes in, to find the real killer? Or will he do his job and put her behind bars? After all, there’s no such thing as the “psychic ability.” Or is there?

The buzz around her head grew louder as more students joined the crowd. Yellow tape secured the crime scene several yards away, but limbs still stuck over the cement edge of the water fountain.
A guy in plain clothes ducked under the tape and ventured toward them. A gold shield hung from his belt. “Can anybody tell me what happened?”
“She can!” a male voice from behind called out.
Hoping to take attention off herself, Sarah joined the other students in whirling around to see who the guy meant. Several voices rushed toward the man, accosting him with different versions of the crime. Sarah floated through the sea of people, away from the crowd.
For the nine months, she’d lived in Austin, she’d never mentioned a word about her so-called psychic gift. Almost a full year had passed. She’d started to think she would be normal again.
But a brand-new dream reminded her she would always be different.
Heading toward the street, she picked up her steps. Don’t look back. You’ve done enough damage.
“Miss! Hey, wait up!”
“Damn.” She slowed her feet. No point in trying to run. She’d look guilty of something then the cops would have a reason to haul her off the school campus in cuffs.
Turning, she came face-to-face with the striking plain-clothes cop. “I’m Detective Cordell with Austin Police.” He stood at least six inches taller than she, his jet-black hair sheared in a standard cut for police. The bulk of his chest stretched the material of his short-sleeved dress shirt. With dark eyes and sexy confidence, he was all sorts of captivating. If he hadn’t been such a threat to her freedom, she might even have called him handsome. “Do you have a minute? I’d like to ask you some questions.”
There died his charm.