Character Interview: Frosty Relations (A Witch’s Night Out, 2) by Tara Quan

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Hi Mina, and thanks for joining us today. A birdie tells me you’re the lady to contact if we’ve got questions about Jackson Frost the Third, is that correct?

Well, I do work in the same law firm as Jack, yes. He’s an attorney though, and I’m just an HR assistant. But my dad also works for his father, so we spent a lot of time together as children.

But he’s a lot older than you, isn’t he?

He’s twenty-seven to my twenty-one, so only six years older. It doesn’t stop him from treating me like a baby sister.

If you were to describe Jack to a stranger, what would you tell them?

Umm…. This is a bit of a geeky reference, but I’d say he’s a grown up version of Draco Malfoy from Harry Potter.

Isn’t Draco the platinum blond bully who’s also a rich brat?

That about sums up Jack. But he’s a nice guy…. You just have to dig really deep down.

Does he have a distinctive personal scent?

Having emptied out his trash growing up, I can tell you he wears Thierry Mugler’s Angel pretty much exclusively. He also always smells a little bit like snow.

You said you lived near him as a child…

Yes. My dad is his father’s familiar… I mean … groundskeeper. My family lives in the caretaker’s house on the Frost estate. I moved out when I left for college, but my parents and brother are still there.

Ah, I’ve got that in my notes right here. The estate is just outside D.C. Do you live in the capital now?

Uh huh. As you know, the economy isn’t great for a new college graduate, so I had to get a job at Frost and Sons. I live in a studio apartment in an up-and-coming neighborhood in South D.C.

Isn’t that a sketchy area?

A little. But it’s improving every day.

And where does Jack live?

I believe he owns a condo in Georgetown.

So what’s it like working with Jack?

He’s … well … I’d say he’s an HR department’s worst nightmare. He pretty much says everything that pops in his head, most of which isn’t very politically correct, and there’s not much we can do about it since his father is the managing partner. Jack’s also a bit of a workaholic, and he doesn’t believing in taking or giving time off for the holidays.

Not even Christmas?

Especially not Christmas.

Well, that must put you in a difficult position.

I’ve gotten pretty good at handling him, but we still argue at least once a day.

I see. What’s his life like outside of work? Does he have any close friends?

His best friend is another attorney, Leo Difuoco. They used to hang out all the time, but Leo’s got a girlfriend now, so Jack’s feeling a bit abandoned.

That sucks. Does he have any plans for Christmas Eve?

Aside from driving me crazy? I don’t think so. I did hear him mutter something about a dating service though.

Okay, it seems like you’ve goat a busy day ahead of you. I’ll let you run off. Merry Christmas!

 

 

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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

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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

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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.

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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.

 

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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.

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