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Thursday, July 28, 2016

Promo - Submissive on the Run, by Tara Quan

Time for another 1Night Stand! (I'll never get tired of this series, both reading and writing!) Today, Tara Quan takes us to the Carnivore Club for some naughty activities. She's also giving away a $15 gift card, so don't forget to leave a comment here and enter via the Rafflecopter. Enjoy!

Obscene wealth and a toxic family taught Joss Bradlee to care about no one. He moved through life in a caustic shell, fending off gold-diggers with his sharp tongue and abrasive personality. But a stubborn submissive saw past his nonchalant act, and he fell hard and fast for a girl he didn’t deserve. When she accidentally stumbled into the line of fire, he moved heaven and earth to protect her, even if it meant letting her go. Ten months later, he ensures her safety and tracks her down, finally ready to claim the one person that matters. The only problem—she wants nothing to do with him.

On the run for close to a year, Kim Tran receives a surprise call from the man who’d put her life in danger. His family hired assassins to kill her, but he’s somehow convinced they still had a chance. With their entire relationship built on a lie, she resists the instinct to sprint straight into his arms. Faced with a social divide no sane person would bridge, she cuts her losses and breaks her own heart. But the Dominant she loves has other plans, and he’s spent his entire life getting his way. Too late to run and with nowhere to hide, she faces an adversary well versed in all her weaknesses.

At the Carnivore Club, two exhibitionists meet for a battle of wills, lured by a one-night stand service, misplaced cat, and several helping hands. With the aid of handcuffs, disciplinary measures, and a capture game, a reluctant sub rediscovers the pleasures of bondage, the thrill of display, and the ecstasy of surrender.

Her fingertips tingled by the time she reached the interrogation room. Sucking air into her lungs, she flattened her palms on the entryway. Regaining equilibrium through the slight chill, she focused on spacing out her breaths. Her nipples might have tightened to painful peaks, moisture might coat her palms, but she had no doubt she’d spend the night alone.

The Dom she wanted to play with resided on the opposite end of the continent. Even if he were right in front of her, she wouldn’t—couldn’t—allow their lives to tangle again.

Squaring her shoulders, she turned the knob and pushed the heavy slab. The ground dropped out from under her the moment she spotted her date’s familiar reflection in the two-way mirror.

Joss’s mouth curved, the smile grooving his stubbled jaw. White cuffs peeked out from the ends of his gray jacket sleeves. Silvery links glinted under the white, fluorescent light. With his pale hair tied in a queue at his nape and his collar open, he embodied a modern-day Viking.

“I come in peace.” He lifted his wrists, which were handcuffed together and chained to a metal ring on the floor. Full of mischief, his jade eyes sparkled. Her reaction to his playful salutation brought an unwelcome realization. Time hadn’t muted the bond between them, their sizzling chemistry all the more potent because of the months spent apart.

The sight of him shattered her defenses. Trouble in an expensive suit, he’d worn the same wicked expression when they’d met. It was her first day working as a hostess at a BDSM club in Boston. They’d chatted, he’d swung by her station a few times, and, after her shift, he’d materialized with a piping-hot pumpkin spice latte in hand.

Even then, she’d suspected him to be more than he seemed—a ruthless man wearing the mask of a dilettante. She should have walked away, should have trusted her instincts and steered clear of someone so far out of her league. While claiming to be a corporate errand boy, he’d drawn attention wherever they’d gone, his charisma as palpable as the crisp scent of his expensive cologne.

But the heartbreaking loneliness she’d sensed had stretched their walk into a stroll along the Charles, a harmless coffee into hours of conversation and laughter. Despite her misgivings, they’d become friends. That step, she’d never regret.

“What are you doing here?” The impulse to throw her arms around his broad shoulders an obsession, she rooted her heels to the floor. All dreams must end. Hers did months ago.

Why, then, did it feel as if a new one was about to begin?

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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. To receive updates about her new releases and get a free sexy read, subscribe to her mailing list at

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Saturday, July 23, 2016

Interpersonal Relationships

In between working on promotion stuff for Out of Orbit (watch out for cool stuff in August!), I'm slowly but surely plugging away on Seductive Suspect. It's still too early for a really good estimate, but if I had to guess, said estimate would be I'm somewhere between a quarter and a third done. Probably closer to a third, but who's counting?

As I've mentioned previously, this book has the largest cast of anything I've ever written. Something I noticed when writing The Fall of the Midnight Scorpions, which also had a lot of major characters, is how it's interesting to see how the relationships between some of the characters develop. I mean, I primarily write romance, so obviously there's going to be a capital R Relationship between the two leads. But it would be unrealistic if the other characters never interacted with each other, and it's worth spending some time developing that.

Aside from the main Relationship, I didn't really plan for those other interactions. As I started writing and the characters came to life, it sort of just happened naturally. Which isn't a bad thing at all; we always want our writing to be natural! At this point, Laura despises Dylan, who is completely oblivious to her feelings. He, in turn, doesn't like Paul. Paul knows, but doesn't care. And lest you think everyone hates each other, Ruth is very protective of Brittany and tries to help her out when she can. Need a flow chart yet?


Okay, not *everyone*.

Friday, July 15, 2016

Out of Orbit - Release Day!

It's officially here! Though it's been available for pre-order since July 1st, now you can get Out of Orbit right now without having to wait! Also, stay tuned for some exciting OoO-themed events!


Following an explosive space battle, Captain Jasmine Hale’s escape pod crash lands on an unknown planet. She communicates with some of the world’s natives, but grows frustrated when she learns signaling to her crew for help is impossible. Though she acknowledges she is stranded on Ryk indefinitely, she dreams of the day when she can return to piloting a ship through the stars.

Aras, leader of the Rykians, hasn’t had contact with a human in five hundred years. Due to his lengthy life span, little excites him in his day-to-day life, until he meets Jasmine. Captivated by the woman who was suddenly thrust into his world, he desires to ease her anguish while showing her the wonders of his kingdom.

Caught between two worlds, Jasmine struggles with a difficult dilemma--continue searching for a way home or accept her new life on Ryk. Choosing one means leaving the other behind forever. How will she decide?


Jasmine let out the scream she’d been holding back and swept the pages to the floor with her arm. Pitching forward, she collapsed on the desk and buried her face in her elbow. Tears spilled forth as despair finally overtook her.

Lieutenant Moore was dead, his remains forever enmeshed with the wrecked pod he’d worked so hard to save. The whereabouts of Commander Garrison and the rest of her crew were unknown. The ship she’d believed to be indestructible had exploded as she watched, helpless. Reading the anguished writings of Dr. Coates and learning of her potential fate proved too much to bear. Her loud sobs echoed in the room as she mourned all she’d lost.

A heavy arm draped across her back, and someone stroked her shoulder. She slid off the desk toward Aras and allowed him to scoop her into a sturdy embrace. Balling her fists in his shirt, she wept against him, crying for her crew, her ship, and her doomed career. His skin felt smooth and warm beneath her cheek, and his body was solid and firm as he held her tight. Her grip loosened, her fingertips grazing the uncovered expanse of his chest. She let them linger, desperate to not feel alone and abandoned in the universe.

He stiffened at her touch. The slight movement was enough to make Jasmine regain her composure. She wrenched away from him, wiping her face with the backs of her hands. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—” Her spine straightened and her chin lifted, yet she avoided making eye contact. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d prefer some time to myself right now.” Before he could answer, she turned and fled toward her room.

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