Teaching a Character to be Naughty
Ooops, I did it again. I wrote another paranormal romance with a virgin heroine. I know, I know—having gone through the whole college experience (many moons ago), I am well aware we are no longer in regency times. To be honest, I sort of wrote myself into a hole with this one. You see, I’d planned my series as a trilogy, and I only wrote a fourth book because my characters wouldn’t leave me alone. By then, I’d given Shelley (the poor, unfortunate heroine of Feline Valentine) a magical handicap, put her under house arrest, and saddled her with an overprotective big brother (he was the hero of Fireworks at Midnight).
Did I mention her brother works for Wiccan law enforcement?
Her fate, so to speak, was sealed long before her actual story started.
But I digress. Believe it or not, I have a huge soft spot for virgin heroines. I was first introduced to the trope through Julia Quinn’s regencies, but it wasn’t until I became a paranormal romance junkie that it became one of my staples (I’m a devout fan of Nalini Singh and Kresley Cole). For me, this trope isn’t about purity, chastity, or the belief that someone’s first time is more important than any other sexual encounter. And while I’m a huge fan of forbidden fruit, the effect is diminished somewhat in romances set in modern times.
So what does virginity bring to the table?
I love reading about the moment a character learns to be naughty—when someone they love and trust guides them to pleasure for the first time. When written well, this process of self-discovery can be magical. As a writer, it allows me to give my characters a night they will never forget.
So that, ladies and gents, is why I’ve written yet another virgin heroine. To make up for Shelley’s myriad of woes, I “sweetened” the deal with chocolate-covered strawberries, caramel sauce, and a ton of other yummy stuff. On the topic of sweetening deals (forced transition, I know. Apologies….), I’m giving away a $15 gift card to celebrate my new release. To enter, leave a comment here and drop your details in the Rafflecopter widget on my website: http://www.taraquan.com/felinevalentine.
Feline Valentine (A Witch’s Night Out) by Tara Quan
Under magical house arrest in her great-grandmother’s suburban cottage, college graduate and reluctant earth mage Shelley Dupree whiles away most mornings spying on the warlock next door. Though erotic daydreams offer some distraction, she faces long working hours, cash flow problems, and a repeat burglar. On Valentine’s Day, she sets a trap for the mysterious intruder, intent on ending his crime streak once and for all. But her scheming cat familiar foils her best-laid plans, and, with a little help from Madame Eve’s 1-Night Stand service, she discovers a far more dangerous species of magical feline.
After moving in next to a ramshackle building on the outskirts of Washington, D.C., pastry chef Adrien Chatdurois is plagued by repeat sexual fantasies starring the same curvy brunette. In a state of constant arousal, he devotes his early mornings to grueling exercise and spends the rest of his day handcrafting the city’s best chocolates. When his younger brother stirs up trouble on the shop’s busiest day, the frustrated shifter is forced to pay a surprise visit on his reclusive neighbor. He soon learns not all witches are wart-covered hags, and one in particular might prove the most delicious of desserts.
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Romantic Comedy, Interracial/Multicultural
About the Author
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 www.taraquan.com/newsletter.
Adrien finished slotting the tray of chocolate-dipped strawberries into the case’s most prominent spot. In honor of Valentine’s Day, he’d drawn a Cupid’s bow on each fruit using melted white chocolate. Beaming a proud smile at the appetizing array, he made a mental note to drop off any remainders on his next-door neighbor’s porch after closing time.
With the notion came a sudden compulsion to also send a bottle of bubbly. Rolling his shoulders to relieve the tension in his fatigued muscles, he tentatively added champagne to the shopping list. If today’s profits met expectations, he should be able to gift the old lady some booze.
Less than a second later, an image of a bottle of peach Schnapps flashed over his vision. Stepping to his left, he took off the wool hat and placed it next to the cash register. Why was his brain fixating on ingredients for a Bellini? He didn’t even like cocktails.
White heat flashed over his vision. He found himself on his knees, crouched over a soft feminine body. Fizzy, bubbly liquid slicked skin the color of caramel. When her back arched, the drink sluiced over a set of tensed, quivering abs to soak her lacy pink waistband. He dipped his head, his tongue trailing over the potent mixture of peach, alcohol, and woman. He dug his fingers into her lush hips, tilting her in the opposite direction so the remaining liquid trickled over her ribs to catch along the underwire of her bra. Capitalizing on the excuse to taste, he—
Fingers snapped repeatedly in front of his face. “Oy. Where the hell did you go?”
With a sigh, he directed his gaze at his sibling. “Bass, what the hell do you want?” Their two-year age gap allowed for a healthy dose of fraternal bonding, but a lifetime as the man’s big brother had also built up baseline cynicism. Sebastien’s unannounced visits tended to have odd and oftentimes very expensive consequences.