Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Guest Blog: My 3 Most Memorable Airport Meals

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?


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


1 comment:

  1. Thanks so much for having me over!