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Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Guest Blog: 3 Best Airports for a “Lay”-Over
3 Best Airports for a “Lay”-Over
by Tara Quan
First
off, I’d like to thank Teri for letting me pop in to promote my new book. A contemporary
romance, Delicious Delay was just released
by Decadent Publishing. The blurb and excerpt are at the end of this post, and the
book is now available from the publisher (here), Amazon (here), Barnes & Noble (here) and other major ebook retailers
(here).
Writing Delicious Delay forced me to mull over a
plethora of logistical hurdles related to sex in an airport. Based on my travel
experience, I’ve discovered a few airports that might be conducive to a “Lay”-Over.
Below is my top 3, along with the reasons why. (Disclaimer: I do not advocate
having sex in an airport.)
3. London Heathrow Airport (Terminal 5), U.K.:
It’s not often that I factor “in-terminal shopping time” into my trips, but Heathrow
makes it worth my while. Loaded with dining options and stores, the place is
clean, lavish, and very nice to look at. Compound that with the occasional free
whisky samples at duty free (with a live band playing in the background each
time I’ve been there), this is the perfect airport to let your hair down and
loosen up. With all the traffic this international hub gets, it’s not beyond
the realm of possibility to “get lost in the crowd.”
2. Wellington International Airport, New
Zealand: New Zealand was rated No. 1 on the World Freedom Index for 2013
(for reference, the U.S. clocked in at No. 7, and the U.K. at No. 18). I’ll
extrapolate this to mean that if you do get caught having sex in the airport,
you probably won’t be in a world of trouble. From personal experience,
Wellington was the most “chill” airport I’ve ever been to. There was no one
yelling at me to take off my shoes or fish out my laptop, and everyone there
was almost creepily polite. Combine that with the Lord of the Rings-inspired décor (you must see it to believe it) and
the faultless sanitation, this place will always be one of my favorite layover
spots.
1. Suvarnabhumi Airport, Bangkok, Thailand:
Okay, I’m biased. I grew up in Bangkok and visit all the time. As such, I can
safely say that this is one of those countries where a tourist can do no wrong
(lest they choose to graffiti expletives directed at the king, in which case
life can turn suddenly unpleasant). Thailand’s laissez-faire attitude, the purchasing power parity of foreign
currency, the plethora of foot-rub spots, and the selection of massage oils for
purchase in-terminal, puts this airport at the top of my best “Lay”-over list.
Are you
wondering what I think are the worst airports for a “Lay”-over? Check out my
January 3rd guest post over on Lucy
Felthouse’s blog.
(You
might have noticed I didn’t include a certain Middle Eastern airport on this list.
While the risk of prison amps up the taboo-factor in Delicious Delay, it wouldn’t be quite as fun in real life. It does
make for a good story though. Read on for the blurb and excerpt.)
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?
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?”
About Tara
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
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Friday, January 3, 2014
Guest blogger today; Alexa Bourne!
Happy
New Year! I hope your celebration was happy and uneventful. Some of you may
have already gone back to your regular life. I’ve got a few more days and I’m
so not looking forward to going back. I love my day job as a middle school
English teacher, but some parts are not pleasant:
…like
getting up at 5 a.m. I’m so not a morning person so for most of this winter
break I’ve stayed up until 1 or 2 in the morning and slept in until 8 or 9.
…like
having to be somewhere every day Monday through Friday. I’ve enjoyed not having
to be anywhere. Some days I’ve even stayed in my pajamas all day and it was
awesome.
…like
having to pack a lunch, a healthy lunch and NOT eating in between meals. I’ve
pretty much been a hog these last few weeks. I’ve eaten what I wanted, when I
wanted, and how much I wanted. Yes, it was tasty and it always filled me up,
but I want 2014 to be a healthier year for me. So no more chocolates at 10 a.m.
Or cheese and crackers at 9 p.m. Or ice cream at midnight.
I
know, some people might be thinking I shouldn’t be complaining at all since I
got 2 weeks off from school. Sorry! I guess I should be thankful for all that I
have. Huh, maybe appreciating the good things in my life should be my priority
on my list of New Year’s Resolutions. Happy 2014!
Bio:
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, www.alexabourne.com.
Unable
to protect her mother from her father as a child, Devin McQueen has made it her
mission as an adult to protect as many abused women and children as she can.
The rare moments she’s not consumed with work as a victims’ advocate, she
limits her involvements to safe, predictable men….until she meets bounty hunter
Grady Cooper. He is big, bold, brash, and has no problem speaking his mind.
Growing
up in a broken home, Grady realized early on that good deeds had a price.
To survive, he learned to weigh every decision by what he could gain. Unfortunately, the successful,
solitary life he’s worked so hard to create spins out of control when demons
from his past shake his confidence. His boss has given him one last
chance—bring in Devin’s latest client quickly, and quietly and maybe he’ll
still have a job. It didn’t sound unreasonable until he met Devin.
Suddenly, Grady must make a decision: save his
career or follow his heart?
Excerpt:
If
Grady Cooper had any hope of salvaging his professional reputation, he needed
to charm Devin McQueen into giving him what she’d never given any other man.
He
tucked his keys into his cargo shorts, stared up at the five-story office
building and cursed the humidity.
And
his dilemma.
Needing
anyone was bad enough. Being forced to rely on a complete stranger to help
prove he wasn’t a menace to society was as appealing as the Red Sox using his
head for batting practice. If she refused to help him, he’d lose his job
for sure.
“That’s
not going to happen,” he whispered. He’d do whatever he had to, promise her the
world even, to get himself out of this mess and restore his reputation. By the
time she realized he had no intention of honoring his pledge, he’d be a free
man and he could get back to chasing the bad guys instead of being labeled one.
Whatever
it took.
He
pushed the glass door open and flew up the stairs two at a time to the third
floor. As he walked down the hallway, he glanced at the business names on the
doors: law offices, non-profit offices, save the bleeding heart offices. Rooms
of people he’d probably chased a bail jumper for at one time or another.
Loud
thumps filtered into the hallway from somewhere up ahead.
The
hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Trade rule number one: Always expect
the worst. Still, the noises could have been any number of things: a fallen
chair, a muffled voicemail message, boxes of printer paper being dropped. It
could have been nothing connected to this woman.
As
he got closer to the door with Soul Survivors carved on it, the name of
McQueen’s business, the noises got louder. Glass shattered. A series of thumps
passed from behind the door. A woman’s voice flew through the walls like a
high-pitched war cry.
What
if someone wanted Devin McQueen even more than Grady did?
Too
bad. He had to put his own needs first.
Adrenaline
pushed him. He turned the doorknob.
Damn
it. Locked.
He
shoved his shoulder against the wooden door. It budged. Barely. Inside, more
glass broke. A male voice growled through a string of swear words.
Whoever
stood on the other side of this door could not have her.
Grady
gritted his teeth and jammed his shoulder against the door again. This time, it
flew open and hurled him into the office.
Silence
reigned across the room. With his shoulder throbbing, he scanned the scene. One
upended chair, one thug cradling his nuts, the other, older one, bleeding from
his nose and one wild-eyed woman in the center of it all. The bleeding man had
his arms wrapped around the woman’s chest, crushing her…assets under his
forearms.
Grady bit back a grin. If this was Devin
McQueen, then some of the rumors were true. She could hold her own. But
now she didn’t need to. “What’s the matter, guys? Couldn’t find anyone your own
size to pick on?”
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