Nice to see you again, Tara!
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.
In keeping with the holiday
spirit, my publisher has discounted the book to $0.99 for a limited time on Amazon and ARe
(the sale ends December 14, 1015). I’m also giving away a $10 gift card. To
enter, leave a comment here and drop your details in the Rafflecopter widget either
at the bottom of this post, or at this landing page on my website: http://www.taraquan.com/frostyrelations
Frosty Relations
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
“So the guy seriously had a
boner? That’s so messed up.”
Mina rolled her eyes at their
joint reflection. “I know, right? And since I’m an empath, I could sense him
getting, you know, all hot and bothered. Whoever he was fantasizing about, she
turned him on big time. I don’t know how he could think about sex when he’s on
the verge of exploding from too much unused magic. ”
Sweets snorted. “Men—warlocks or
human—they care about one thing.” She picked up a handful of Mina’s hair.
“Ready?”
Mina swallowed. “Are you sure
you know what you’re doing?”
Using the scissors, Sweets
pointed at the set of combs and razors peeking out from a battered leather
sleeve. “Can’t you feel the mojo rolling off my grandmother’s enchanted tools?
These babies are idiot proof.”
Since not even her cousin could
squeeze her in after 3:00 p.m. on Christmas Eve, Mina’s options had been
limited enough to make her take a gamble. “But you have done this before?”
Patting her shoulder, Sweets
bent at the waist and squinted one eye. “I cut Shelley’s
hair all the time. She hates leaving the house, remember? Okay, yours is too
long. You need to stand so I don’t get a backache.”
This idea seemed worse by the
minute. Rising to her feet, Mina made a pinching motion with her index finger
and thumb. “All I need is for you to take off the ends—nothing fancy.”
Her friend’s mock salute didn’t
bolster Mina’s confidence. “Your hair is safe with me. Your head is another
story.”
Mina closed her eyes. “Very
funny. Do it already, will you? The anticipation is killing me.”
She heard a snip, followed by
“Oh, wow.”
Her lids snapped up. “What do
you mean, ‘Oh, wow’?”
She saw the answer for herself.
Scissors and razors slashed around unguided in the air, slicing off huge chunks
of her tresses in the process. Her friend stood several steps away, staring at
the spectacle as if seeing the phenomenon for the first time. Since moving
risked impact with pointy magical objects, Mina glared at the culprit’s
reflection in the mirror. “I thought you said you’d done this before.”
Sweets’s expression lacked any
hint of guilt. “Okay, I lied. Shelley’s grandmother is the actual owner of
these puppies, and she always uses them on herself in the bathroom. Since her
hair turns out fine, I figured they’d work on you, too.”
Her hands fisting, Mina hissed,
“How do you turn the darn things off?”
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 www.taraquan.com
