New Year’s Eve is a night filled
with bright colorful lights, rambunctious outings, and a good amount of
mischief. It also marks the passage of time, bringing to mind our hopes for the
future, the exhilaration that comes with change, and fond memories of days
past. Part of Decadent Publishing’s 1Night Stand line, my paranormal romantic
comedy Fireworks at Midnight features
a struggling college graduate who is just coming to terms with the thrills and
perils of newfound independence. When her best friend’s older brother rolls
back into town, this intrepid young witch is faced with help she doesn’t want,
protection she doesn’t need, and the reality that this warlock cop no longer
thinks of her as a “troublesome little sister.”
Add a pinch of magic,
supernatural mayhem, and Madame Eve’s renowned matchmaking service, and we’ve
got the beginnings of a stormy love story. Those who’ve read my Christmas release
Frosty Relations will already know Dulcina
“Sweets” Gato, this tale’s smartass heroine. In keeping with the holiday spirit
I’m giving away a $15 gift card. To enter, leave a comment here and drop your
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Fireworks at Midnight (A Witch’s Night Out, 3)
Recent college graduate and
part-time cat familiar Dulcina “Sweets” Gato is having the worst New Year’s Eve
in living memory. End of year expenses trigger serious cash flow problems, and
her microwave just went up in smoke. To make matters worse, her best friend’s
overprotective big brother is back in town, and his return threatens to put a
huge crimper on her nocturnal activities. The only thing she can look forward
to is Madame Eve’s 1-Night Stand service. After all, she’s sick and tired of
being a 21-year-old virgin.
Enforcement Agent Mikal Knight
is a warlock on a mission. Having finally scored a transfer to Washington,
D.C., he’s now at liberty to pursue the object of his desires—his baby sister’s
best friend. But first, he has a vigilante to track down and a mysterious
matchmaking service to investigate. Sent on an undercover operation, he resigns
himself to a pointless 1-Night Stand on New Year’s Eve. As luck would have it,
his mystery date’s identity might let him kill several birds with one stone.
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
When had Mikal become the
epitome of boring?
She missed the boy who’d annoyed
all their neighbors with his motorcycle, the guy who got her and Shelley their
first fake IDs. Ever since he’d morphed into a responsible peon, had a security
clearance, and drew a steady paycheck, his mere existence turned her into an
unsuccessful loser by comparison.
Playing with the seatbelt’s
metal clasp, Sweets looked up through the sunroof. Light glinted into her eyes,
and, in a hazy precognitive rush, the glass was gone.
The sky shifted from bright blue
to an ebony expanse dotted with white twinkling stars. The car’s confines
should have been cold, but a warm circling breeze licked her skin. She sat on
the same seat, facing the opposite direction. Bare shoulders occupied her
vision; strong hard legs rippled under her ass. Cinnamon, mint, and sweat
filled her lungs, all laced with an undertone of pine. She kissed a
beard-covered jaw, trailed her lips down a corded neck, and explored a muscled
chest the color of chocolate.
Calloused palms slid up her
back. Strong sure fingers unhooked her bra and smoothed the straps off her
shoulders. Coarse facial hair rasped over her nipple before a hot, wet mouth
closed over it and sucked. Her shoulder blades hit the dashboard. His swirling
tongue feasted on her breast. His hand shoved her legs apart.
He circled her clit with his
thumb, pulsing over it until her head rolled back.
She spotted fireworks through
the glass, flashes of red, white, and blue reflecting off rippling water. Her
own voice echoed in her ears—pleas she’d never dreamed of voicing.
Two thick fingers filled her,
spreading as she spasmed. A scream ripped from her throat. “Mi—”
The door opened with the quiet
click characteristic of new cars, shattering her erotic daydream.
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