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Cougar Challenge Part 2- Lexxie Couper

Okay, so this is me, Darci-Rae Whitlam, a mild-mannered albeit somewhat quirky high school English teacher from Newcastle, Australia who only recently became a cougar. Never thought I’d grow fur and a tail, but I have to admit, they suit me.
How did I transform from a forty year old woman into a sexual creature who makes love every night to a man more than ten years younger than her? A woman with a stuffy, conservative, famous writer for an older sister and an even more famous literary icon for a father? A woman who quite cheerfully thumbed her nose at society in just about every aspect of her life except for the one that really counted – affairs of the heart? Ohh, that really is a tale to tell. And the equally quirky erotic romance author, Lexxie Couper told it very well (check out her account of how I became the fastest cougar of the Tempt The Cougar members in her rather naughty book, Copping A Feel. Yep, that’s me on the cover…lol)
So, what do you want to know about me? I should start by saying one of my very good friends is a New Yorker with attitude called Rachel Bridge. I’ve been friends with Rachel for so long I can’t remember a time when she wasn’t giving me a hard time in that sexy accent of hers. One day I was chatting with her via Skype (gotta love that thing, don’t you?) when I let it slip how damn sexy I thought the new but young PE teacher was (that’s Phys. Ed. teacher for you non Aussies). Rachel didn’t say anything about the age difference and by the end of the conversation I’d forgotten I’d even mentioned it. Rachel of course, hadn’t.
Two days later, I received an email from her with an invitation to join Tempt the Cougar ( and unbeknownst to me, Rachel had been through her own transformation from woman to sexual feline. She was a cougar and threw down the challenge to me. Find a young, hot stud and “cougarize” myself. Of course, I thought she was a lunatic. Remember I mentioned my older sister? The stuffy, conservative famous one? Yeah, well, for reasons I can’t really explain, that sister of mine had a habit of being in my mental ear all the time about the way I behaved. Vivian would be horrified, mortified and any other negative “ied” you can think of if I had a relationship with a younger man. Truly. And the Australian newspapers would join in her horror and the headlines would begin. I was going to say no, I really was, but then, Rachel rang me (it was 3am in the US) and before I knew it, I’d not only joined the blog but accepted her challenge – find a younger man and live out a fantasy I’ve long denied.
Five minutes later, that’s kinda what I did.
At this point I should point out I was in the middle of organising a trip to RomantiCon in the US. Have you been? A convention for readers and writers of erotic romance, RomantiCon was my Mecca (and the first time I would actually get to meet Rachel in person). It was an innocent but stupid click on the internet that introduced me to my “cub”. Or maybe it was fate? Or the cyber gods? Anyway, to travel to the US Aussies need a US visa waiver. We do this online at a very official site run by the US government. Of course, me being me, arranged my visa waiver at a fraudulent site, a site set up to specifically steal people’s identity. I was so excited about the convention I didn’t realise I’d become the victim of identity theft until a very fine, very sexy, very cute detective from Sydney’s Cyber-Crime unit turned up on my doorstep. Detective Jarrod St James thought I was the criminal. I thought he was gorgeous. There was some misunderstandings, some not so subtle flirting, a discussion about copulating teddy bears and seven hours later, I wrote my second blog for Tempt the Cougar, proclaiming challenge very successfully met. Four hours after that I had the best breakfast ever cooked by the sexiest Detective ever. My detective. He still makes me breakfast every day since and he’s still as sexy as ever. Yes, life is good for Ms Whitlam, it truly is 🙂
There’s something to be said for accepting challenges in life.
(If you’re still with me after all that rambling, here’s an excerpt from Lexxie Couper’s Copping A Feel. I’d like to say she exaggerated the situation a little for laughs, but I can’t. It’s pretty much exactly how it happened. Including the prank phone call from one of my students. That boy has been on permanent detention since *grin*)


A standalone title in the Cougar Challenge series.

Darci-Rae Whitlam doesn?t know which is more disturbing, receiving scads of obscene phone calls?or getting so turned-on by said phone calls. Then there?s the email from her American friend, Rachel, taunting Darci with something called a Cougar Challenge. Just the thought of seducing a younger man is enough to permanently soak her knickers. No wonder her ever-disapproving sister thinks she?s oversexed!

Cybercrime Detective Jarrod St. James is investigating a case of stolen identity. He quickly learns the fiery redhead claiming to be Darci-Rae Whitlam is the real deal (his shoulder trapped in the jaws of her gargantuan dog might have sped that decision along). He really should go back to Sydney, continue tracking the imposter who?s operating a phone-sex business in Darci?s name?but the woman proves too tempting. Job be damned, he has to have her. The fact she?s got a titillating challenge to complete only helps his case.

Darci just may be the fastest cougar to snag her cub yet. Being the victim of a crime has never been more fun!

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An Excerpt From: COPPING A FEEL

Copyright ? LEXXIE COUPER, 2010

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Pursuing a case of identity theft beyond the computer lab was exciting?but wasn?t meant to end up in a quiet street in coastal?Newcastle. What kind of criminal mastermind lived in a neat little two-story surrounded by gum trees, wattle and tree ferns? With a 1996 Volvo in the driveway? A Volvo wearing a ?Public Education. It?s Our Future? bumper sticker, no less?

Jarrod breathed another drawn-out sigh. Maybe he?d been too long in front of a computer after all. This couldn?t be right. This felt wrong.

?But this?is the only address for someone claiming to be?Darci-Rae Whitlam,? he muttered, scanning the front windows, the gauzy curtains and wide awnings concealing the interior from his inspection. ?And it?was someone claiming to be?Darci-Rae Whitlam who spoke to you on the phone a mere three hours ago.?

With alarming ease, his cock twitched at the memory. The woman?whoever she really was?had the most amazing voice. A voice created to send a man wild. She?d said very little that could condemn her. Asked a very husky question about what he would do with his tongue after he brought her to orgasm with his fingers, wondered if he had staying power,?pondered?what it would be like to be tied up by him. But in that voice of hers, like smoke and velvet playing in the back of her throat?it was enough to set his groin on rock-hard alert and his pulse quickening beyond fast.

Is that the real reason you?re here? ?Cause a possible crook got you horny with just her voice?

For the third time he let out a protracted sigh, this one tainted with deprecating disgust. Fuck, what was he doing?

?Catching a criminal, Detective.? His growled whisper rumbled deep in his chest. ?That?s it. Catching a criminal who?s stolen the real Ms. Whitlam?s life?and making her pay.?

He forced away the sensation of stirring steel in his cock, narrowed his stare on the front door of the house and crossed the front yard, the delicate perfume of the native violet ambling through the flowerbeds wafting into each breath he took.

Climbing the five steps leading to the front porch on silent feet, he unclipped the holster on his?Glock, planted his feet slightly apart, squared his shoulders and raised his hand to knock on the door. Ready to take on whatever came?

The door flung open and a goddess with brilliant green eyes and wild, fiery-red hair smacked straight into him.

Followed immediately by a bear cleverly disguised as a dog. A?growling dog.

He stumbled back a step, grabbing the goddess?s upper arms even as the bear?err, dog?slammed two paws roughly the size of the Opera House against his chest.

?Eep!? the goddess cried, and Jarrod?s balls prickled in instant interest as the sexiest voice he?d ever heard caressed his ears for the second time that day.

Still struggling under the dog?s massive force, he tightened his grip on her arms, his fingers telling him exactly what his mind had already decided. The goddess was smooth, warm and firm to the touch. Sex and sin and toned feminine strength in one incredible package. He could feel her triceps flex and coil beneath his hands, a realization that made his balls not just prickle with interest but rise up and grow heavy.

Fuck, he was in trouble.

The dog shoved him, teeth bared, muzzle wrinkled, and before his stupefied brain could process the situation, he fell backward, stumbling down the front porch steps, dog and goddess joining him?reluctantly, by the sounds of the dog?s snarls and the goddess? surprised shout?in a very undignified free fall.


The ground hit his ass, or more to the point, his ass hit the ground, at the exact moment the dog decided snarling just wouldn?t cut it anymore and the goddess decided she needed to slam into him with her entire weight. Wicked teeth latched onto his shoulder just as a slender, curved knee rammed into his crotch, followed by a palm heel to the solar plexus.

Jarrod?s groin and chest exploded in black stars of pain. He let out a shout that sounded like a croak, thanks in part to the strangled pain in his chest and the dog?s canines threateningly latched to his shoulder.

Yep, definitely been in front of a computer for too long, Jarrod.

The surreal thought flittered through his reeling mind, seconds before another palm heel struck him in the jaw.

?Let go of me, dickhead,? the husky voice growled, a dangerous caress. ?Or I?ll let my dog eat you.?

?Wait, wait,?wait!? Jarrod choked out, struggling under the massive dog?s rather insistent attack. Thank God for his thick cotton shirt, otherwise his shoulder would look as if it?d been through a cheese grater. He gripped the goddess?s arms tighter still, the base?male part of his mind pointing out she reclined full stretch atop him now,?her?firm softness separated from his body by nothing more than two layers of clothing and a seriously protective mutt.

The thought sent a surge of eager blood through his veins, flooding his already semi-hard dick with wildly inappropriate intent. Unable to do anything else, Jarrod flipped the goddess and her hellhound, dislodging the dog?s teeth in the process, and straddled them both. ?Wait!? he panted, staring down into eyes the color of raw emeralds. With an abrupt shift in position, he pressed his knee?gently but forcefully?on the dog?s neck, pinning the animal to the ground so the bloody thing couldn?t take any more bites out of his hide, and then grabbed the goddess?s wrists and pinned them to the ground beside her head.

?Get off me!? she snarled through clenched teeth, squirming beneath him. ?Who the hell are you? Get off me, you prick.?

She bucked again and Jarrod bit back a groan. With all her thrashing and writhing, there was no way she would have missed the growing bulge in his jeans. Damn it, his bloody erection kept poking her in the belly every time she moved, contained by his jeans or not.

Way too long in front of a computer, Jarrod. Way too long.

?Wait,? he snapped one last time, and for a dizzying moment he wondered what the hell had happened to his vocabulary. Maybe he?d left it on the front porch along with his pride and professionalism.

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Adult Excerpt (XXX)

Control herself? Alastrina didn’t know whether to scream or groan at what his tongue was currently doing. Not to mention what his cat was doing to her nipples. She stared at the shadow of a leopard on her chest. Its long nimble tongue tormented her nipple with slow swipes. Light sandpaper passes that set off sparks of pleasure through her body. Trina lifted her arms and grabbed hold of the cat’s head. Warm, soft fur met her palms. She marveled at how real it all felt. Trina ran her hands down the body in wonder. Muscle slid under flesh and fur.

The tongue lapping at her anus stopped and she looked through the almost transparent vision of the cat down to its master. His eyes were a bright gold edged in black. “I told you not to move your arms. You must be punished,” he purred.

The way he said the last word sent heat straight to her pussy as more cream leaked from her entrance. He rose up and sat on his heels. His cat also pulled back from her.

“Up on your hands and knees,” Garrison ordered.

Alastrina didn’t wait to comply. She scrambled up and positioned herself as anticipation sung in her veins. His earlier promise echoed in her mind. She shivered, waiting for him to finally give her what she needed; to be ridden hard and fast. She felt his hand sinking into her hair and he yanked her head back, not enough to hurt. Her heart hammered against her ribcage as she felt the wet roughness of the cat’s tongue slide down her spine.

“Either you don’t listen or you wanted to be punished. Is that it? You think to control me while playing the submissive?” he whispered near her ear. His hot, moist breath brushed her ear, causing a tremor to run through her. He traced the shell slowly before taking her lobe between his teeth and sucking it hard.

“I’m not sure what I should do. To fuck you would be giving you what you want and to not would only torture us both. Tell me, Alastrina, can you follow directions or do I have to torture us both and draw this out further than it needs to go?” He peppered her neck with kisses as the cat’s sandpaper tongue was back at her breast, swirling around the firm mound until he got to the nipple. One brush of the roughness against the sensitive tip sent bolts of electricity straight to her clit. She bucked her hips as sensory overload grabbed her. Her pain and pleasure sensors were flicked on and off when the cat scraped her nipple while its tail tickled her wet slit.

Meanwhile, Garrison was kissing his way over her back. Once he got to her bottom he bit one of the cheeks, causing her to cry out. He followed that with a hard slap first on the left side and then the right. She cried out again. The sting turned to heat and pleasure. Her pussy gushed cream. The juices trickled down her thighs. Trina was trapped between cat and man and it was a delicious sandwich. With each strike of his palm and each swipe of the cat’s tongue she was driven closer and closer to orgasm.

Trina was holding on by a fraying string. Her need spiraled tighter and tighter in the pit of her stomach. She cried out when he rammed his hips into her. His thick, hard cock sunk into her tight, wet cunt. Her inner muscles squeezed his shaft and they both groaned. He stilled inside of her but his palm didn’t stop and neither did the cat’s tongue. Now its tail was tickling and teasing her clit.

Her nerve endings were on fire as waves of sensation wrapped around her. Trina could barely breathe or think past the pleasure. He pulsed inside of her. She could feel every heartbeat, and when he withdrew, she groaned in protest. She contracted her vaginal muscles around him, trying to draw him back inside of her. When only the head of his cock remained, he paused and then pushed forward again, his cock stretching her sweetly.

“Garrison,” she moaned. “Fuck me, harder.”

“You don’t give the orders around here, sweet.” He stilled again and she let out a scream. Frustration was mixing with desire as his hand continued to swat her ass and the cat teased her nipple and her clit.

“Please, Garrison,” she pleaded.

“Please what?”

She was bewildered, unsure of what to say. All she knew was that need pulsed through her veins as the fire burned out of control in her body. “Damn it. No games, fuck me.”

The spanking stopped and she felt the press of his hot, damp, hard body against her back. He kissed the crook of her neck before sinking his teeth down hard. Trina gasped and bucked against him. “Fuck!” she screamed at the unexpected pain.

He held her hair and continued to bite down. His hips pulled away from her body slowly before slamming back into her in short thrusts that rocked her. It wasn’t enough.

“Harder, damn you. Fuck me harder,” she demanded. She rocked against him, pushing her hips back at him as best she could. He released her shoulder. She felt the wet slide of blood and saliva move down her chest and breast. The fluids were lapped up by the cat before it returned to teasing her nipples.

He paused again and she let out a frustrated scream. Garrison chuckled. “What’s the magic word, love?”

She swore. “I don’t know. Damn it, just tell me and then fuck me.”

He placed a kiss just below her ear. “It’s Master, as in ‘please, fuck me, Master’.”

“I don’t belong to you,” she threw out, panting. Her body was tied in a knot as the cat continued its assault. A sharp sting landed on her clit and her hips bucked. Trina cried out in surprise.

“Know who you’re dealing with,” Garrison growled next to her ear. “I am the master of your body. I own you tonight, me and my cat. Show sass again, and the cat will whip you with its tail, and I’ll refuse to give you release.”

The iron in his voice and the soft strokes of the cat’s tail wound her up. They aroused her ever higher. She snorted, trying to ignore the sensations they were causing. “I belong to me. Just because you’re fucking me doesn’t mean a damn thing. I can finish myself off.”

He stopped thrusting. His cock pulsed in her cunt. The cat stopped what it was doing to flick her clit hard, sending a sharp bolt of pleasure through her. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out.

“Don’t even think about finishing yourself off,” he murmured softly.

She felt rope around her wrists and ankles. A glance down showed nothing.

“Flexing your power to hold me, ha?” Alastrina drew upon her own low reserves and tried to break his hold only to fail.

“I am more than you think I am. Now bow to me and call me Master.”

“Kind of hard to do that when I’m on all fours,” she sassed.

Three more smacks; this time first on one side of her pussy and then the other before landing on her clit.

“Shit!” She bucked. Pleasure shot straight to her cunt, causing it to clench around his cock.

“I can go on like this all night. The question is, can you?” He began to thrust into her again with short strokes. The cat lapped its way down her body. When that rough tongue touched her labia she gasped loudly. The cat lapped first at her wet slit and then her clit.

The combined sensations were too much. Her orgasm tightened and spiraled upward, tighter and tighter until she thought she would snap.

“Not yet,” Garrison growled. Both he and the cat stopped and Alastrina screamed.

“You come when I say you come. Now say what you’re supposed to say or we keep this up,” Garrison threatened.

She tried to move her arms and legs but his power held her fast. Need made her capitulate.

“Fuck me, Master, please, let me come,” she said softly. Instead of feeling as if she was giving away a piece of herself, a sense of contentment came over her.

“Oh Goddess.” His cock twitched inside of her and she moaned. He lifted his body off of hers and withdrew before slamming into her. “Damn it, that sounded so sweet coming from you. So fucking sexy.”

He fucked her hard now. Her body shook with the force of his thrusts.

“Mine, all mine, you belong to me now.”

The cat nipped her clit and pleasure skittered through her. She was on a knife’s edge, so close to coming.

“Please, let me come.” Alastrina wasn’t sure who she was begging, him or the cat. She didn’t care. The orgasm was so close she could practically taste it.

“Please what?” He slapped her ass hard, sending a shockwave of heat and pleasure through her.

“Please, Master, let me come.”

“I control your pleasure, don’t I? I’m the one that can make you come, aren’t I? This sweet pussy belongs to me, doesn’t it? So I ask you, sweetness, who do you belong to?”

“You, I belong to you. Please, Master, let me come,” she begged.

“You’re damn right you do.” He pounded into her harder as the cat pressed her clit down with its tongue. The pressure was at the bursting point. When the cat released the aching bundle of nerves that was her clit, she came, screaming Garrison’s name.

The world narrowed down to the pleasure. Her vision blurred and spots danced before her eyes. Intense sensation collided through her in wave after wave of pleasure from her head to her feet. Her fingers and toes curled tightly as her body shook, racked with the intensity of her orgasm.

He continued to pound her pussy as the cat lapped and nipped her clit. Alastrina was falling through an endless void of desire and fire as aftershocks rippled through her. Her screams became hoarse cries until she lost her voice completely. Her eyelids slipped down. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take before she went unconscious. Garrison continued to pull at her body, yanking out small orgasms until she couldn’t come anymore. When she thought he would truly fuck her into unconsciousness, his cock expanded in her cunt. The shaft became harder. It jumped, pulsed and began shooting his hot seed into her clenching vagina.

She shook with effort to stay up as he pumped his hips. Trina felt their mixed juices slip out. A soft groan fell from her lips and she began to sway.

His power slipped from around her wrists and ankles and the cat vanished. She didn’t have the strength to think about where it went. Her eyelids fluttered before slipping down, and exhaustion took hold. Her body fell to the mattress as he pulled out of her.

“I’ve got you, sweet. Don’t worry. Just sleep now,” he murmured.

She did just that, trusting that he would keep her safe, from what she didn’t know.



All romanced out, Love Fairy Alastrina is tired of putting together happy couples. All she wants is a little bit of “me time” to forget her job for one night. She strides into Last Call: London looking for some action.

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Rebellious leopard shifter Garrison Fredricks may be the answer to all her needs. Some sexy talk and a bit of action is just what the love fairy ordered. Only problem is he has a teensy-weensy little secret that may piss her off. And a Love Fairy pissed off is not a good thing.

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