|Posted by christygis on March 3, 2014 at 8:55 PM|
First-off: Thanks so much for having me over! Despite bumping into each other constantly on the interwebs, I don’t think I’ve hung out (blog-wise) with Christy/Robin before.
When I was researching publishers for my first book, I did quite a bit of Google-stalking (i.e. took a close look at other authors’ happy-o-meters). Guess which lovely writer happened to have a new release with Liquid Silver Books around that time? As such, even though Christy/Robin is a multi-talented author with two pen names, I will always associate her with the Princes series.
As a reader, I’m a sucker for princes (and marquis, viscounts, dukes, archdukes, kings, emperors…you get the picture). But as a writer, I like modern conveniences too much to attempt an historical romance. I get mentally stuck on personal hygiene issues, and my mild germophobia hinders the creative process.
But, I discovered early on that there are many present-day equivalents of royalty, and not all of them are billionaire CEOs (I have nothing against these gentlemen—there just seem to be an awful lot running around the streets of New York). For my first true contemporary romance, Delicious Delay, I decided to make my modern prince an Oxford-educated Arab Sheikh, which conveniently gives him a sexy British accent and equally sexy arrogance.
But what really makes Kal an appealing character is how differently he sees the world, culturally and economically. An essential part of any romance is the divide characters must bridge to reach their Happily Ever After, and the journey is only fun if both sides have things to learn. Princes, after all, can be ingénues in many respects, with problems and struggles unique to their circumstance. This gives Michelle, my well-traveled and down to earth heroine, a chance to teach Kal a thing or two.
Hopefully I’ve piqued your interest enough to get you to read the blurb. It’s a quick read!
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?
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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 the 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
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