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
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Frosty Relations (A Witch’s Night Out, 2)
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
Excerpt:
Jack reached over Mina’s head
and tugged out the metal pins. As he placed them on the mantle beside her, one
by one, he filled his lungs with the scent of cinnamon and cloves floating off
her hair.
She sighed. “You have no idea
what I went through for that up-do.”
“I never liked it when you tied
your hair.” A few more pulls dislodged the coiled bun. The braid unwound into a
long queue that reached her ribcage. Placing one hand above her head on the
pillar, he reached around her waist and tugged the elastic free.
She stepped toward him, her head
tilting up. Their breaths mingled, her midnight eyes hooded by a dark fan of
lowered lashes. “You never seemed to give a damn about how I looked.”
“For an empath, you’re not much
good at reading minds. I almost grabbed you by the ponytail one day with every
intention of freezing off the godawful scrunchie. Those things went out of
style in the nineties.” She remained motionless as he worked his fingers
through the silken strands, unraveling the thick mane until it fanned over her
back and surrounded her delicate shoulders. He wanted to see her like this,
without a single stitch on her. “There. Much better.”
Her brows furrowed. “You never
considered kissing me before. What changed?”
Hell if he knew.
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 www.taraquan.com
