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.
Frosty Relations (A Witch’s Night Out, 2)
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
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
Excerpt
Yawning, he settled more comfortably into the seat and embraced the lulling haze. His mind wandered to the day Mina had showed up for an interview. In a departure from her current fashion slump, she’d worn a short skirt suit and glossy-black high-heeled pumps. On her way out, she’d swung by his office to drop off his major weakness—Shanghai White Rabbit Creamy Candy. He’d given her a high five and wished her luck.
That day, she’d
stayed for no more than a few minutes and had left the door open. But in this
foggy, slumbering vision somewhere between the dreams he could never recall and
actual memory, he reached over her shoulder to shut it.
~
A
mischievous grin on her face, she tilted her head back and met his gaze. “What
do you want, Jack?”
He lifted
his index finger and placed it over his lips. “Shh....”
Sashaying
past him with feline grace, she shrugged off her jacket to reveal a crimson
silk blouse. After draping the discarded garment over an office chair, she
turned to face his desk. Placing her palms on the suddenly clutter-free glass,
she threw him a sideways glance and motioned him over with her head.
The warmth
of balmy fall allowed her to show off those smooth, toned legs. The tailored
dark-green cotton hugged her ass’s subtle curve, the back slit giving him
glimpses of her creamy thighs.
Coming up
behind her, he closed one palm over her mouth. She remained still, her small
body trembling as he nibbled her neck. He grazed his teeth over the slender
slope, pausing to suck a bright-red hickey onto her snowy skin.
Hearing a
muffled moan, he clamped his fingers tighter as he slid his other hand under
her skirt. Finding damp heat, he yanked down her panties. The scarlet lace fell
to circle her four-inch heels.
Biting her
earlobe, he whispered, “Stay quiet, or everyone will know I’m fucking you.”
With one
hand, he unbuckled his belt and freed his erection, his other arm still holding
her in silent captivity. He kicked her legs apart and hiked up her skirt.
Sliding his length between the creamy cheeks, he probed her wet opening with
the tip of his cock.
~
A loud feline
hiss jerked him out of the dream. Sharp claws dug into his thighs as the chair
rolled back and hit the wall. The cat scampered off his lap. Rubbing his eyes,
he tried to remember where he was. Once his mind regained focus, he glanced
down at his crotch and noticed the very visible bulge. He could see why she’d
reacted in a rather extreme fashion.
With a soft
popping sound, the woman whose bare butt he’d envisioned appeared in front of
him, her snowflake earrings swaying against the sides of her rosy face. At
least she’d lost the Santa hat. “What the heck were you thinking about?”
The most honest
answer would give her the wrong idea. After all, he wasn’t attracted to
her. He’d happened to be envisioning office sex with someone who bore a
remarkable resemblance to her, at the same time he got an erection, while she’d
been on his lap—all unrelated events.
