Guest Blog: My 3 Most Memorable Airport Meals

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First off, I’d
like to thank Heather for letting me drop by to promote my new book. A contemporary
romance, Delicious Delay was released
last Friday by Decadent Publishing. The blurb and excerpt are at the end of
this post. 

In Delicious Delay, my heroine was
fortunate enough to fly business during her layover in a Middle Eastern
airport. As such, she enjoyed a scrumptious meal (in more ways than one),
replete with table service, Moroccan mint tea, and crème brûlée.
While I wish I
could enjoy the same level of comfort during my various flights, I’m usually among
the majority flying coach. More often than not, my airport meals were eaten
standing up or seated on my carry-on, with one hand precariously grasping a cup
of coffee.
That said, airports
are where I’ve had some of my most memorable meals. The first was after my
flight to Bangkok. Once I was done hugging my parents, I made a mad dash to an
airport restaurant and ordered myself some mango and sticky rice. By Thai
standards, the desert was serviceable at best. But after a year of deprivation,
the fruit tasted like heaven. (Sorry America, your mangos do not taste like
they do in Asia. There is no competition. None!)
The second time
airport food had the White Castle effect (Harold
and Kumar
reference) was at London Heathrow during my first trip out of the
U.A.E. While I love Abu Dhabi, I am very much partial to pork products. After
close to a year of making do with chicken sausage, turkey bacon, and fake
pepperoni, my taste buds were dying for a taste of home. The moment I reached
my layover spot, I made a made a mad dash for a place where I could order a
proper (and extremely unhealthy) breakfast.
My most
memorable airport meal to date, however, was actually a flat white in
Wellington International Airport. Prior to this trip, I had been in Pakistan
for six months, and our health unit strongly advised against anything but UHT
milk (which tastes like colored chalky water). Words cannot describe how divine
that cup of milky coffee, paired with a proper scone, tasted after my very long
flight.
Blurb – Delicious Delay
Stranded in a
Middle Eastern airport, Michelle Day finds herself the object of interest for
an abrasive, but all-too-sexy stranger—a stranger who tempts her with the
forbidden in a land where indecency could get her killed. But how does one say
no to such a deliciously, relentless pursuit?
Khalid Al Dehri
takes one look at the red-headed spitfire in the business class lounge and knew
he’d either been transported to heaven—or hell. Her tart response to his
surliness intrigues him beyond all propriety and the longer he spends in her
company, the more he can’t deny his forbidden attraction. But will she explore
the sensuality between them or will society’s rules keep them apart?
Excerpt
He grinned. “So
I have a proposal.”
She tried to get
her breathing under control, without much success. “Why am I sure it’s an
indecent one?”
He motioned his
head toward the far end of the lounge. Latticed wooden screens gave that
particular section more privacy. In an L-shaped room, the tucked-away location
prevented a direct line of sight from the dining or reception areas.
He got up and
offered her his hand. She hesitated for a long moment before taking it. With
faltering footsteps, she followed him. More private or not, limits on how far
this could go existed due to them being in an airport lounge. Since her
self-control had chosen today to take a vacation, she appreciated the imposed
constraint.
He lowered
himself onto a plush leather sofa deep inside the cordoned area. With walls on
either side and screens strategically angled, the space seemed to have been
designed as a spot for people to nap.
On the brink of
crossing a dangerous line, she hesitated. “What exactly do you have in mind?”
“I’m just giving
you the opportunity to have your way with me,” he offered, his face the picture
of innocence.
She hadn’t
expected that answer. “I don’t quite follow.”
He kicked one of
his legs out and tangled it with hers. She stumbled and instinctively moved her
hands forward to brace herself. Her palms flattened over his hard muscled chest
when she landed.
She traced the
shape of his pectorals. “What do you do all day? Work out?”
He chuckled, the
low rumble all male. “I have access to the best personal trainers money can
buy. They help keep me honest.”
She shook her
head in disbelief as the man preened. “Have you heard of a concept called
humility?”
“It’s not one of
my virtues,” he admitted. “I’ve never understood the point.”
She sighed.
“It’s the polite thing to do.”
He placed his
forefinger under her chin and tipped her head up, his expression playful. “So
what is a sweet, polite, goody two shoes doing on top of me?”
About Tara
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, fantasy worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Armed with magical
powers or conventional weapons, her characters are guaranteed a suspenseful and
sensual ride, as well as their own happily ever after. Learn more at www.taraquan.com

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1 Comment

  1. taraquan.com says:

    Thanks so much for having me over!

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