What Makes this Delay so Delicious? The Food!
by Tara Quan
First off—I owe Eva a huge thank you for having me over. I’m here today to plug my new release from Decadent Publishing. A contemporary romance, Delicious Delay, just came out on December 27, 2013. 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. Now that my moment of shameless self-promotion is out of the way, I’ll jump right in to my actual post.
As I was putting promotional material together, it occurred to me that while the sex in my little story is being showcased to perfection, the food has sadly fallen by the wayside. This is a situation I intend to remedy posthaste. After all, I did put the word “delicious” in the darn title.
While delayed in a Middle Eastern airport, Michelle and Kal share a rather scrumptious meal together. Don’t let the setting fool you! I drafted this story while experiencing an actual 8-hour delay at Abu Dhabi International Airport (I have tweets to prove this), and while I took some creative liberties, Etihad’s first class lounge comes replete with table service, a scrumptious buffet, and a spa (yes, and actual spa—with free massages). As a side note, the chocolate-covered dates they serve you alongside champagne are to die for.
So what was on the menu for Michelle and Kal? They started with an amuse bouche of capers and stuffed vine leaves, which were followed by Mediterranean appetizers. After having some pomegranate sorbet as a palette cleanser, Kal opted for the rib-eye while Michelle chose the healthier grilled sea bass (which she later regrets, being a red meat kind of girl). Kal ends his meal with baklava and a shot of espresso, while Michelle takes her time savoring some crème brûlée alongside Moroccan mint tea.
Then, and only then, do my characters get on to the naughty stuff! If I somehow managed to whet your appetite, please read on for the blurb and excerpt.
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?
Buy links: http://taraquan.com/delicious-delay/
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