Such a treat for you today! I’ve got a Spotlight on Angela Quarel’s latest contemporary romantic comedy with paranormal elements. It’s a novelette from Secret Cravings called Beer and Groping in Las Vegas.
Blurb for Beer and Groping in Las Vegas:
Can a djinn and a magic slot machine bring two geeks together?
Riley McGregor is a geek trapped in a Good Ole Boy body and as owner of a microbrewery, smart chicks never look at him twice.
Rejected by a geek who wanted to “trade up,” Mirjam Linna would rather immerse herself in work than be the girlfriend-of-the-moment. Stranded in a Vegas hotel, she makes a wish—a night of hot sex with the man of her dreams. It’s granted. She agrees to dinner, but afterward, she’ll say thanks, but no thanks, and see what’s on the SyFy channel. But when they meet, they’re surprised to find they had a shared connection in their past. Sparks fly as these two learn to be in the moment, be themselves and find love.
Fans of Star Trek, Star Wars, Monty Python, Firefly and Marvin the Martian will enjoy this romantic comedy.
Excerpt for Beer and Groping in Las Vegas:
His khakis had the perfect fit—snug enough to hint at a fantastic bod, but not nerdy-tight. And definitely not the baggy style so many guys sported today. Not too tight, not too loose, but just right. Just call her Goldilocks of the Khaki Admirers. After all, a girl enjoyed a glimpse of firm butt. Speaking of which, she’d need to peek later.
But what attracted her most were his warm, intelligent, bourbon-brown eyes. She’d had a hard time looking into them during dinner, like she’d overexpose or singe herself, or worse, like they’d penetrate to the stark loneliness she buried so deep within.
At the bank of elevators inside the hotel, he pushed the Up arrow. Soon, a melodic ding chimed and the door opened on the ornate brass and marble interior. She crossed the threshold, her heel snagging in the gap, and she stumbled forward. Heat shot up her neck, up her face—he was going to think she was sloshed.
His arm gripped hers tighter, steadying her. “Whoa, there. I got you.” He led them inside. “I can’t imagine what it’s like walking around on those pointy things.”
“You should try it some time.”
He shuddered. “No, thank you.”
The doors closed, and Mirjam thumbed the button for her floor. His eyes turned serious, and he twirled her around so she pressed against him. Her heart stuttered at the feel of his strong body flush against hers for the first time. His heat. His scent. Oh God, his eyes.
“Mirjam. I feel like tonight is all about honesty. And just, well, being in the moment.”
Her breath caught. “I think I know what you mean,” she whispered.
He smiled. The warmth and sincerity of that smile touched her deep inside, reaching to that well-protected loneliness. “I’ll be honest then. I want you.” His hands stayed at her hips, holding her to him. “I’d love to be with you tonight.” His voice deepened, its tones joining his smile to melt her defenses. Fresh chills raced down her spine. “But at the same time, I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he continued. “Do we agree that we’ll be honest with each other? You’ll tell me if you’re uncomfortable at any time?” He cupped her face, his hands so gentle. She leaned into one and her legs wobbled, feeling like so much goo.
“I want this, Riley.”
“I promise.” Hell yes, she wanted this. Tapping into a seldom-used, inner streak of boldness, she moved her head and kissed his palm. Her tongue darted out, tracing his lifeline. His breath hitched, and she swore his rich, brown eyes darkened.
Wham. She glommed onto him like white plastic on a Stormtrooper, shamelessly pressing against his body, groping and kissing. He groaned, a good groan, cinched his arms around her waist, and spun them until her back hit the elevator wall. His tongue teased hers, probing gently at first and then with increasing heat. His arousal pressed against her stomach and a thrill tore through her. She’d caused this reaction!
She nibbled his bottom lip. Mmm. What would it feel like to—
The elevator’s sharp ding startled them apart. His eyes were wide, dark. They both panted as if they’d run laps.
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Meet Angela Quarles:
Angela works at an independent bookstore and lives in an historic house in the beautiful and quirky town of Mobile, AL, with her two matched gray cats, Darcy and Bingley. When she’s not writing, she enjoys the usual stuff like gardening, reading, hanging out, eating, drinking, chasing squirrels out of the walls and creating the occasional knitted scarf. She’s had a varied career, including website programming and directing a small local history museum.
She’s an admitted geek and is proud to be among the few but mighty Browncoats who watched Firefly the first night it aired. She was introduced to the wonderful world of science fiction by her father, by way of watching reruns of the original Star Trek in her tweens and later giving her a copy of Walter M. Miller Jr’s A Canticle for Leibowitz as a teenager. She hasn’t looked back since.
She has a B.A. in Anthropology and International Studies with a minor in German from Emory University, and a Masters in Heritage Preservation from Georgia State University. She was an exchange student to Finland in high school and studied abroad in Vienna one summer in college. She recently found representation with Maura Kye-Casella at Don Congdon, Assoc.