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Sunday Snippet: 04/06/14

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Series: Dragon New Year: Dragons at Midnight

Genre: Paranormal, Interracial, Ménage, Dragons

ISBN: 9781936751990



Tiger shifter Louisa thought she’d ring in the New Year all alone little did she knew that three, sexy, younger dragon shifters plan on making sure she celebrates things right. Add a little steam, some dragon shifters with a dirty mind and some creative use of furniture and you’ve got the perfect party for four.

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Tor ghosted his lips along her inner thigh before lapping up one side of her slit and down the other. Pleasure doubled within her. The men kissed, sucked and nipped at her flesh, teasing her sex and breasts. The moved away at once and picked her up, laying her down on a towel-covered table before Brent cuffed her wrists again. Fletch held her arms overhead as she was stretched out on the tabletop like an offering to the men.

Tor pushed open her legs and climbed up onto the table and kissed his way up her body. She groaned and tried to maneuver toward him. Brent and Fletch held her down by her shoulders. She let out a sound of frustration. “Please,” she begged. Brent and Fletch answered her plea with kisses on her shoulders, moving in unison down her arms and sides before kissing their way up her stomach. They sucked and nipped her flesh. Waves of pain and pleasure merged into a single, blinding shard as Tor ate at her pussy with delicate bites and laps.

Pressure built within her as her heart thundered in her head. Her body wasn’t her own as she became overwhelmed by sensation. The men covered her body with their mouths and hands. Fire consumed her as her inner feline clawed and screamed within, demanding to be fucked, sated. Her hands fisted in their hair. Silken strands slipped between her fingers, and she gripped tight. Tor flicked her clit, teasing the aching bundle of nerves with quick touches and slow pulls of his lips. She moaned as her orgasm built, the pressure increasing with each tug of Brent’s and Fletch’s mouths on her breasts and Tor’s nips. They took their time teasing and taunting her. Her moans pierced the air as she drew closer to the cliff.

“Gods, yes, please, more,” she groaned as she rocked her hips against Tor’s mouth. He gripped her legs, holding her to the table as Brent and Fletcher moved away from her breasts. She mourned the loss. “Where…”

Brent covered her lips with his before replying, “Shhh, it’s okay. We’ll be back.”

Tor continued to eat her out, licking up and down her slit, pausing to circle and tease her dripping entrance before dipping inside to give her just a bit before returning to her clit. Her vaginal walls clenched as moisture coated her thighs and his lips. Tor moved away from her pussy, leaving her hanging on the edge of coming with no stimulation to help her along. She growled. “Get back here.”

“We’re not done with you.” Tor moved up her body and placed a kiss on her lips before pulling away.

Fletch returned and lifted her hips while Brent slid a pillow under her. Brent spread her legs wide and tied them to chairs. He held up a cell phone and a small cup of ice. With a wicked grin he turned on the phone. The electronic device began to vibrate. “Now, whatever you do, don’t come. No matter what we do to you or how close you are. And if you do, you get punished.” His smiled widened, and she swore his canines had gotten longer and sharper. A shiver of fear and need traced its way down her spine.

She wasn’t sure she could do that. Louisa wasn’t the type of person to hold back when it came to sex. It was either be uninhibited or stop everything. She wasn’t sure she could do that. She’d read about delayed gratification but to actually do it? She bit her lip. “I can try.”

Fletch nodded. “That’s all we ask. Either way, you’ll feel good, but this time you have to hold back.”

She nodded and closed her eyes.

“Don’t close your eyes, sweetness. Watch as we pleasure you.” This came from Tor, who’d returned holding a silver bullet. If Brent’s smiled had been wicked, Tor’s look was downright evil. He held up the small device and then handed out three controllers.

Oh, goddess. All of them would have control over the vibrator. She bit her lip, not sure whether to be scared or feel as if she was going to die of pleasure. Licking her lips, she put on a bravado she didn’t feel. “Bring it on,” she spat out.

Tor smiled. “Remember, don’t come.”

“I can do that.” She tossed her head and kept her eyes on him. Easier said than done, she told herself. Her inner tigress wasn’t so sure she could hold out.

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Guest Spotlight: Eve Langlais



Forget taming their cougar. These young studs want her as is, even if she scratches.

Someone’s killing shifters in prison, and Patricia needs help catching the culprit. The cougar enlists the help of Stu and Ricky, a techno geek and a reformed criminal, a mismatched pair, who turn out to also be her mates. But Patricia’s already loved and lost one man. Does she dare allow herself to care again?

Older isn’t just wiser, it’s sexier, or at least that’s what a socially challenged wolf and a bad boy panther think. Forced to work together to catch a killer, Stu and Ricky soon find out they’ll have to learn to do more than tolerate each other when they realize a hot, almost forty cougar is their mate. Can they find a way to work together and make their cougar purr?

Is jealousy romantic?

I think jealousy is romantic to a certain extent and I know many will disagree, but jealousy is  such a powerful emotion, one that just about everyone feels at one time or another. In the wrong hands, it can cause extreme envy and avarice. In the right hands, it can make a stupid man(or woman) realize what’s sitting right under their very nose and cherish it all the more.
Personally, I like to see my hubby in the grips of the green eyed monster every once in a while. Not that it happens often when you’ve been married over 14 years, but the rare occasions it does, I am filled with a guilty pleasure. Might I even say, a certain erotic delight.

I like knowing that my hubby doesn’t want to share me. That he considers me, “his”. It makes me feel desirable and loved. And do I feel the same in return? Damned straight. Knowing other women desire him is a source of pride, even if it drives me insane.  Do I like it? No, but we both tend to reap the benefits because it usually means when we get home I tear off his clothes and remind him of why I’m so special. And lucky me, he reminds me right back.

However, my enjoyment of his covetous nature does have boundaries. For example, I would never condone him attacking someone who complimented me, or to verbally or physically abuse me because he cannot handle his emotions. Some lines should never be crossed. But, grabbing me close to give me a deep kiss, maybe squeezing my ass in plain public thus reaffirming my taken status? Totally acceptable. Even encouraged.

Jealousy is a normal emotion, a strong one at times, that can rouse feelings of insecurity and inadequacy. Many couples have suffered at one time or another from the angst of the green eyed monster. In some cases, it can unfortunately devolve into unhealthy accusations, and violence. Hitting your partner because you can’t handle your emotions is not acceptable under any circumstances. Jealousy should never be used as an excuse to hurt the one you love, to make nasty, unfounded accusations or to do anything that requires extreme forgiveness or a restraining order.  If you are truly in love, truly a couple, then trust should be stronger than jealousy. Belief in your partner and their affection for you should be all the reassurance you need. If not, then seek counseling, but never, ever hurt each other. Some acts and words can never be erased.

But let’s move past unhealthy jealousy onto the non-dysfunctional kind because jealousy, after all, comes in many forms and not all of them are evil or painful. The one I’m familiar with is the kind that arises within a couple where one fears losing the other to someone who might offer more–is she prettier, younger, sexier? In my world, that type of insecure jealousy is resolved simply by my better half–my dear hubby–showing with words and actions–the erotic kind–just how much I am loved and cherished for just being me. It can provide a reaffirmation of their bond to each other.

That’s one type, then there’s the jealousy that arises when you see someone that has something you don’t have, but suddenly realize you want. Examples would be where acquaintances for years suddenly realize their friend is someone worth having. It happens when two coworkers start dating and you fantasize about being in their place. It’s your BFF’s big brother never seeing you as more than a sister until one day he realizes you’re all grown up but with someone else.

However, what happens when the one you want is in a relationship and happy? What happens if the one you covet wants you in return–but also wants to keep their other lover? What does it take to shed inhibitions and pride to be with the one you desire? To share a home and a bed with third person all for the sake of loving someone?

I don’t know if I could ever go that far. Even the very idea of someone else touching my hubby drives me insane with jealousy. But, while I don’t feel a need to explore a threesome in my own world, I did explore it in Jealous and Freakn’, the third Freakn’ Shifters book.

In the story, Mitchell’s been avoiding Francine, his sister’s BFF, for years because Francine totally thinks they’re meant to be together. Everything changes when Mitchell sees Francine getting involved with another man. But when she refuses to give Alejandro up, can Mitchell get past his jealousy to become a threesome with the woman he loves? Oh, and to add a little fun to the mix, did I mention they’re all shapeshifters?!

Steamy action, jealous antics and more abound in this stand alone sequel to Delicate Freakn’ Flower. For an excerpt and more, visit my website.

I do hope you enjoy, and remember, the next time the little green eyed monster plays you a visit, use it as an opportunity to show the one you love just how much you love them. Naked of course


“Are you giving me an ultimatum?” She pursed her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. She didn’t take well to orders. Even well-meaning ones.

“Yes. I am.”

She laughed. “And how do you plan on enforcing it? In case you hadn’t noticed, you’re behind bars. What’s to stop me from walking away?”

“Are you that determined and stubborn to spite me that you would prefer to put yourself in harm’s way than accept my help?”

Yes! Even she saw how illogical that was. But she suspected an ulterior motive. “You want more than just to help me.”

“True. I won’t lie. I mean to claim you. Just like the wolf here intends to place his mark when you allow him to.”

“When she’s ready,” Stu interjected, having acted as a silent observer to their argument ’til this point.

At least the wolf had the common sense not to push her buttons. Stu understood her. “Will you wait until I am ready as well?” She arched a brow in query.

“No.” A sensual smile stretched Ricky’s lips, and his eyes practically glowed as he caught her gaze. The more they stood staring at each other, caught in a face off, the more golden they turned. Dizzying. Full of promises. And delights … She blinked first. Ricky grinned in triumph. “Unlike my young friend, I am not a man who waits on the whimsy of others. I see what I want, and I take it. And I definitely want you.”

She couldn’t help how her skin prickled, especially when he raked a smoldering gaze over her body that left no part of her untouched. He threw down the gauntlet, and she should have exploded into a fury. Instead, heat flooded her body as a part of her, a submissive girly part she would have claimed didn’t exist—and immediately wanted to slap silly—exploded with pleasure and ached for him to act on his words. She squashed it as best she could, but feared he’d caught the rise in her body’s temperature by the knowing half smirk on his lips. “Take it? I thought you’d turned over a new leaf? No more stealing and taking things that don’t belong to you.”

“It is not theft to take what is rightfully mine.”

Author Bio:

BooksigningmeHello, my name is Eve. I’m a stay at home mom who writes full time in between juggling my three kids, hubby, and housework, I write really raunchy stuff–usually with werewolves lol.I was born in British Columbia, but being a military brat, I have lived a little bit everywhere–Quebec, New Brunswick, Labrador, Virginia (USA) and finally Ontario. My family and I currently live just outside Ottawa, our nation’s capital.

I am the first person to admit I am totally boring and lead a mundane life. Seriously. My idea of fun is shopping at our local Walmart lol. I like to play video games, cook, and read. My inspiration, hmm, I guess you could say hubby as he is a total alpha male which means I often want to club him over head with a frying pan. But, despite his ornery, ‘I-am-man’ nature, I love him dearly.

I’m writing romance, my way. I do have a twisted imagination and a sarcastic sense of humor something I like to let loose in my writing. I like strong alpha males, naked chests and werewolves. Lots of werewolves. In fact, you’ll notice most of my multi partner stories revolve around great, big, overprotective Lycans who just want to please their woman. I am also extremely partial to aliens, you know the kind who abduct their woman and then drive them insane…with pleasure of course.

My heroines, they kind of run the gamut. I have some that are shy and soft spoken, others that will kick a man in the balls and laugh. Many of them are chubby, because in my world, girls with curves ROCK! Oh and some of my heroines are a teeny tiny bit evil, but in their defense, they need love too.

Some of my work does push boundaries and cross lines. Good and evil aren’t always clear in my tales, and in some cases, I’ve stomped on well known religious ideologies. Have I mentioned my imagination is a tad bit warped?

I tend to have a lot of sexual tension in my tales because I think all torrid love affairs start with a tingle in our tummies. And when my characters do finally give in to the needs of their flesh? Well, let’s just say, you shouldn’t be reading my stuff at work. The door is wide open, explicit and hot. Really, really hot.

I love to write, and while I don’t always know what my mind is going to come up with next, I can promise it will be fun, probably humorous and most of all romantic, because I love a happily ever after.


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Sunday Snippet: Dragon New Year: Dragons at Midnight


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One dragon is hot enough, but three can make this tiger shifter burn in the most delightful ways.

Tiger shifter Louisa thought she’d ring in the New Year all alone. Little did she know that three younger dragon shifters plan on making sure she celebrates things right. Add a little steam, a few dragon shifters with dirty minds, and some creative use of furniture and New Year’s Eve becomes the perfect scorching-hot party for four.


Louisa ran a rag over the dark, wood bar and glanced up at the clock. She had a few hours to get home, put on a party hat, and settle down in front of the TV before the ball dropped. Another year gone and alone as usual. Her sister was off partying Goddess only knew where. Not even a call to invite her to a party.
Her thoughts strayed to the Trio of Trouble, her co-workers, Torsten, Brent and Fletcher. The thought of those three sent a shiver down her spine and heat spreading through her stomach. From Brent’s laid-back, easy charm and smile and his sky blue eyes that always glittered with mischief and flirtation to Fletch—she could sense a sensitive soul under all the bluff and bluster. And then there was their leader, the quiet and intense Tor, whose gaze never seemed to stray far from her. In his brown eyes flecked with silver, she could see unspoken desires and emotions as well as thoughts he kept to himself.
Her feline curiosity was always piqued when she looked at him. There were so many questions he wanted to ask. For all the times she tried to ignore her desires for him and his friends, her brain refused to keep her thoughts in order. Like clockwork, the fantasies she tried to keep strictly to nighttime would rise as soon as she saw one of them, and they only increased in intensity when she looked at Tor.
As of late, those fancies had turned to the ménage variety. At first her dreams were plagued by singular encounters. The more she hung around them, the more all of them would filter into her mind during sleep. The idea of having one man had satisfied her, but three—especially those three—brought to mind her nightly fantasies. Her feline side would come to life, adding more intense wants like bondage, the chase, blood and good, long, hard sex. It had been so long since she’d indulged in her tiger’s wants and needs.
Being a tiger was a lot harder to manage than being a lion or jaguar. Tigers had darker wants and needs, more violence. Being pent up in one place didn’t suit. And unlike some other shifters they didn’t settle down with one person. Monogamy was a foreign concept.
Her parents hadn’t been married when she came along, and once she was old enough her father took off and her mother just kept going. Bouncing around from one place to another gave her a sense of never knowing home and, unlike her kin, craving one place to stay and live. Finding Shadowed Bay had been perfect—a haven for paranormal and human to live and work side by side without much fuss or muss.
Now that she had a home, there was nothing she wanted to do to threaten it, and getting involved with one dragon, much less three, wasn’t on her list of wants no matter how much they made her burn and yearn for sex. There was also the resistance to any sort of relationship. Lonely as her existence had been, she didn’t want to be mated.
As soon as she’d come of age, her mother had tried to pass her off to a tiger who was more interested in having a harem than a relationship beyond the sex. After a lot of yelling, threats, and a fight to escape him, she’d been freed, but not without a warning that she was a marked and exiled woman. It had been her luck to be set up with an Alpha Tiger who had a lot of pull and sway. He’d made it clear she was to be shunned by her kind. Tigers and other felines—out of fear—avoided her like the plague unless they had to interact with her, and even then they’d need a written declaration that they hadn’t initiated the encounter, she had.
It pissed her off but she didn’t mind so much. It kept the felines from hitting on her, and feline men could be extremely arrogant, self-centered, and stubborn. They felt they were the cat’s meow whether they were or weren’t. The women could be vain, selfish, and too absorbed in material things. She didn’t subscribe to any of that. Plain, simple and easy. No fuss and no muss and no complications of any kind was her motto, and she lived by that. To her, the young dragons were a complication, and a whole lot of fuss and muss. For one thing, they were young, in their early twenties, and far too good-looking for their own good.
She had no desire to be a notch on their bedposts or something to brag about. The division between dragons and tigers may have ended in a pact but that didn’t mean she had to trust them. Especially when they came in such delicious looking packages. It didn’t help that her cat Whisper loved to be around them—always rubbing up against them, purring loudly when any of them was near—and could always be found on their laps getting a good rub down or a scratch behind her ears. Slut, she thought. If Louisa didn’t know any better, she’d think her cat was trying to match her up with one of the dragons. Whisper didn’t act that way about anyone else, that was for sure.
Her boss, Rune, even commented on Whisper’s attachment to the trio. A soft meow came out of the darkness. The overly fluffy Persian padded toward her. The bottlebrush tail swished back and forth. Her large blue eyes blinked at up her mistress, an expression of contentment on her face. “You ready for the New Year, Whis? You’ll get an extra bit of tuna tonight.”
“Merow?” Whisper sat down. Her tail continued to sweep across the floor. She seemed to know words like tuna, treats, and nap but things like no didn’t seem to make a dent in her kitty brain. Just like a feline, Louisa mused. “Yes, tuna. And no, the trio isn’t here to give you extra treats. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re after.”
“Merow?” Whisper blinked up at her, innocence in her gaze.
Louisa rolled her eyes. “Don’t try to play the innocent. I know you try to get into the catnip when I’m not looking. Anyway, you’ll get extra tuna and some extra petting too. I’ll even make a fire so you can stretch out in front of it. You’ll like that, won’t you?”
Whisper got up and brushed against her in a sinuous glide of fur against denim. A loud purr drifted up to let her know the kitty was satisfied.
After a glance around, she saw there was nothing else to do but blow out the candles. The soft, dim glow had added a lovely, romantic, intimate feel earlier in the night when they’d served an early dinner to parties on their way to other festivities. Now the bar was empty. Louisa didn’t want to leave. She had all the champagne she would need, there was a TV, she had snacks from the kitchen, and her e-reader was in her purse. All she needed was someone to smooch, and the night would be perfect. Spending the night at work wouldn’t exactly be anyone’s ideal for New Year’s Eve, but she didn’t want to return to an empty house. Not again, anyway.
Her thoughts turned to the Triple Heat boys. At least that was what she called them. Usually she avoided even looking at anyone younger than herself. She wasn’t exactly young at thirty-five, but she’d always thought that she’d be married or in a serious relationship by thirty. Work and going back to college to study business management had kept her busy and her nights filled with homework and work schedules. Now that most of that was over, she was alone with only a cat to call company. It was by no means a bad thing but around this time of year, with Christmas, New Year’s, and Valentine’s Day all coming one after another, she really did feel how alone she was. Especially Valentine’s Day. Glowering over the upcoming Cupid-friendly, couples atmosphere that would sweep through the town, she threw the cloth under the bar and made sure everything was as it should be.
Again, Tor, Brent, and Fletch came up. Her body heated and began to hum with arousal. She thought back to nights when sensual dreams of having one or all of the men haunted her. Fantasies of a ménage plagued her waking days as well. Sometimes when she glanced over at them and caught their eyes, a flash of a heated kiss or a little groping in a storeroom, or something more with one or more of them. It took an embarrassing encounter or her boss, Rune, jolting her out of her daydream for her to refocus.
Shaking her head, she shoved back any thought of the trio and all the naughty and corrupt things she’d like to do to them and turned her attention to performing the end of the night clean up. “Besides, just because they wink at you or flirt a bit doesn’t mean they want you,” she grumbled to herself. “I’m older and in no way shape or form going to morph into Scarlett anytime soon. So might as well read about scorching hot sex.”
“Merow?” Whisper responded.
She shook her head. “You don’t care. You just want treats.” With a chuckle, Louisa turned away and headed toward the last of the tables to finish the cleanup.
Explosions burst from outside, casting pink, yellow, blue, and green shadows through the window. The sounds of parties and cheering joined the fireworks. She glanced toward the front of the bar and saw a few shadows drift past. Shifters in their animal forms could be seen. A small smile curled her lips. Her inner tigress watched the reveler with interest.
A sound from the kitchen drew her attention. Her ears prickled as voices reached her. Tension flooded her body as she strained to listen. She crept forward and continued to listen. The tigress hissed and stood up in her cage, ready to act if her human counterpart didn’t.
A soft mewl from over her shoulder made her stop and glance back at Whisper. The Persian darted under a booth chair to hide. Satisfied her pet wouldn’t be in danger, she moved toward the kitchen, listening to the voices increase in volume.
She called on her inner tiger for a partial shift, her nails turned into thin daggers. Her body was hot and primed to pounce and transform. The tiger’s power increased inside her, the pressure growing as energy glided along her muscles and tendons. A dull ache throbbed through her arms, legs, and torso. Her hands shook as she held back the full power of the tiger. Until she was sure the intruders were a threat she wasn’t going to go full tigress on them.

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Cougar Challenge Week Part 2: Cris Anson

A few thoughts from Conlan Trowbridge, the hero of ADDING HEAT by Cris Anson

I?ve been reading all these posts on Selena?s blog about the women who accepted the Cougar Challenge and found themselves a younger man, and I think it?s wonderful that they all bared their souls for your readers.

My name is Conlan Trowbridge, and I?m here to tell you this Cougar thing works two ways. When Giselle Sheridan walked into my office a week before income tax deadline, all I could think of was, ?I want her!? I didn?t think about her age, or mine, I just saw an earthy woman full of luscious curves in snug jeans, intelligence and curiosity in those mesmerizing dark eyes, and a lust for life radiating from her. Dang, it was almost enough to make me forget that her aunt needed to get her taxes done.

The old woman must have been a matchmaker, because she insisted I hand-deliver that completed tax return to Giselle for forwarding, even though I couldn?t afford to take the time off (you wouldn?t believe how many people wait until the last minute to file). With an ulterior motive, I agreed then used the opportunity to invite Giselle for a bike ride afterward. She assumed it would be a motorcycle ride. No, geeky accountant that I am, I arrived in snug biking shorts with a spare bicycle for her in the back of my truck. Still, the ?date? turned out pretty good, as is hinted in the excerpt Selena is posting.

Giselle did tell me later that she thought I looked hot in spandex, making particular mention of my butt. And other, uh, areas. She also liked the way I looked splashing around in her tub with her. In her bed with her. In her office and mine. And?

But, a gentleman doesn?t kiss and tell, so you?ll have to use your imagination as to what I wore and we *ahem* discussed. I have to say, our dozen-year age difference never once entered my mind except in the plus column. I told her flat-out, I was old enough to appreciate her maturity and life experience, and young enough to take advantage of it. She got the idea after I showed her. And showed her and showed her.

One of the many things I love about Giselle is that she?s gutsy. After her husband died, she kept his landscape contracting business going and is putting her two kids through college. Another thing is, she?s not afraid to make difficult decisions. With my forensic accounting background, I had to deliver some bad news about her business and she took a deep breath and fixed the problem.

With her busiest planting season upon her (four crews out on jobs), I volunteered to pinch-hit for her on this blog thing. I thank Selena for allowing me to post a male point of view about cougars and their mates. Oh yeah, I want to thank Cris Anson, too, for telling our story so well.

I?ll say it to anyone who will listen: An older woman is a good way of ADDING HEAT to a man?s life.

Blurb for ADDING HEAT:

Encouraged by friends she met at RomantiCon, widowed landscape contractor Giselle Sheridan decides she?s finally ready to take the cougar challenge and find a younger man to have sex with. Except she?s too busy during planting season to go on the prowl.

CPA Conlan Trowbridge is battling the IRS deadline for his clients, but when Giselle saunters into his office with a tax question, all he can think of is sex. She?s all luscious curves and smoldering brown eyes, and he doesn?t care if she?s a dozen years older, she?s a wet dream come true.

Oh yeah, they?re both ready for some hot and heavy sex?in the tub, parking lots, their offices?anywhere and everywhere. But Giselle is afraid her age will bother Con, and her long-time foreman has designs on her, in more ways than one. When Giselle faces some hard decisions, will it all add up to her being able to keep the heat?

Excerpt of ADDING HEAT:

Copyright ? Cris Anson, 2010

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

As they leisurely made their way over mildly rolling hills, Con noticed some fields awaited the plow and some had already been turned, exuding the unmistakably fecund smell of the rich Bucks County soil.

But only half his brain was engaged in rural delights. The less relaxed half decided that Larry Pulaski was going to be trouble. A couple inches taller and fifty pounds heavier than Con, the foreman had scrutinized Giselle as though she was a marble goddess in a museum come to life. He?d damn near seen drool seep out of the older man?s mouth, and he couldn?t blame him. The sight of Giselle Sheridan in tight spandex had brought whips and blindfolds to mind and sent blood straight to his cock, enough that the other man had noticed.

And he?d been ready to jump her bones with just the slightest encouragement. Which encouragement his testosterone-drenched brain thought he?d detected in the way she?d all but ripped off his shirt while they?d kissed. Hell, the luscious feel of her sandwiched between him and the truck pushed him to the edge of his control.

It was so unlike Con to lose it like that. But his companion epitomized his dream woman. Petite but possessed of curves luscious enough to make the devil weep. Skin so glowingly healthy in the sun she couldn?t possibly be wearing makeup. Eyes like a bottomless bowl of chocolate sauce.

Why on earth he hadn?t suggested, say, bringing some chick flicks to watch while snuggling together on her sofa and sipping a good shiraz, he couldn?t answer. She?d simply pole-axed his brain the day they?d met at the Senior Center. He?d been a little surprised when she?d offhandedly mentioned her age?she sure didn?t look forty-four?but his cock certainly didn?t care about their dozen-year age difference. He hoped she was broad-minded enough to feel the same.

A glance at his watch told him they?d been at it for a half hour. How the hell could he have thought biking was a good idea? He?d dropped back every now and again for the sublime pleasure of watching her ass cheeks tauten and loosen as she pedaled. He was getting hornier by the minute.

Just as he was about to suggest turning back, he recognized the street they had turned onto. She?d led him in a long square and they were heading for her property.

And in the slanting late-afternoon sun, her sweat-kissed skin shimmered golden. A picture of her lounging sweaty and smiling?and naked?between his navy-blue sheets instantly made more blood pool between his legs.

Whoa, cock. Down. He?d have to get off the bike and stand pretty soon, and he?d better not look like an adolescent with his first surreptitious copy of Hustler.

He followed her down the long, dusty driveway, the lush smell of burgeoning spring swirling around him. They alit at the rear of his truck. She rested her bike against the back bumper then made a small sound of distress.

?Did you hurt yourself?? Con reached a hand out to her, ready for any excuse to touch her.

She lifted one racerback strap a few inches off her shoulder. A delicately pale stripe bisected a rather bright red curve of skin. ?I figured the shade trees along the road would protect me. I should have slathered on some SPF.?

?Oh my,? he murmured. ?It looks painful.?

?I?ve survived worse. It?s just, I spend a lot of time outdoors in the nursery or on the job and I should have known better.?

?I keep some aloe vera gel in my biking kit.? He bent forward to unbuckle the kit from behind the back seat of his bicycle and rooted around. He dearly wanted to stroke her skin himself, but the gentleman in him forced him to say, ?Here?s the tube. The label says to apply lavishly.?

Instead of reaching for it, Giselle said, ?I should probably wash the sweat off it first, you know, so it would absorb better.?

Con blinked. Stood stock-still, trying not to picture her doing just that, suds dripping down those firm, heavy breasts. He fought to keep control of his nether regions.

?Do you think you could help me?? Without meeting his eye, she turned and climbed the three steps to her porch, pulled out her key from her fanny pack and unlocked the door.

Bio of Cris Anson:

After the death of my husband of 22 years, it took me three years to come out of my grief and feel alive and open to new experiences. Now I consider myself a senior citizen and ?cougar? ?hey, one is never too old to dream about, or experience, romance.

I enjoy my garden during warm days (it was sad the other day to cut down the peonies and dahlias for the winter) and have discovered Zumba for fun exercising. I?ve been writing since the ?90s and read voraciously across all genres. I?ve published five erotic romance novels, two novellas and two ?Quickies? with Ellora?s Cave, plus a pair of contemporary novels featuring male twins with Cerridwen Press, their mainstream imprint.

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Cougar Challenge Week Part 2: Amber Skyze

I’ve always been fascinated by the cougar craze. I even tried it on for size – once. I much prefer to write about it. Though I have to admit younger can be better in a lot of ways. In fact the DH is younger, but only by a few years.

When the ladies of the Cougar Challenge asked if I’d be interested in writing a book I jumped at the offer. I’ve written a few older women/younger men stories, so I was up for the challenge.

My story – Gettin’ Lucky will be available from Ellora’s Cave on November 17th. Here is a little interview I did with my heroine.

Amber: Marcy what made you decide to take the challenge?

Marcy: Lucky is a massage therapist and knows what to do with his hands. Need I say more?

Amber: I heard your husband left you for a younger woman, was this your way of revenge?

Marcy: No. I was hesitant to go after Lucky because I didn’t want people calling me a cradle robber like my ex, but again, Lucky’s a massage therapist and he finds all the right spots.

Amber: So how did you find out about the cougar challenge?

Marcy: Through my mother if you can believe that. My mom was in the recovery room and flirting with the young doctor. I was so embarrassed, but the nurse said it was normal. She gave me a card for my mom to visit the Tempt the Cougar blog. Needless to say I kept the business card for myself. *grins*

Amber: So do you ?get? Lucky?

Marcy: You’ll have to read to book to find out. Oh and for those of you who like m?nage, Lucky has a brother. *wink*

You can find this and all the other Cougar Challenge books at Ellora’s Cave.

Amber’s Bio:

Amber is a multi-published author who spends her time crafty sexy, steaming romances for readers to indulge in. When away from creating fantasies she spends time with her husband, kids and three dogs.

Amber can be found in the following places:

email: amberskyze AT gmail DOT com


A standalone story in the Cougar Challenge series.

Marcy Brown can’t get enough of Lucky, her massage therapist. Lucky’s fingers linger dangerously close to her womanhood and ignite a fire deep within. Marcy isn’t looking for a relationship, but a friend with benefits would be right up her alley. The women of Tempt the Cougar blog swear by younger men, but Marcy doesn’t want to train someone. She wants a man who can give her orgasm after orgasm.

Lucky offers to be her secret lover and help her realize all her fantasies. Marcy will discover the excitement of being taken from behind and unexpectedly. She also savors the deliciousness of being with two men.

All bets are off when this Cougar is challenged to get her growl on.

An Excerpt From: GETTIN’ LUCKY

Copyright ? AMBER SKYZE, 2010

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

Chapter One

?Isn’t he hot, sweetie??

?Mom!? Marcy groaned.

?What? Is there something wrong with me thinking the young doctor is sexy??

?Mother, please.? Not that there was anything wrong with her admiring the younger doctor. Shit Marcy fantasized about younger men, but she kept it under wraps. She didn’t speak the words out loud.

Marcy wished she could crawl under a rock and die. They were in the recovery room. Her mother had just undergone surgery for her broken wrist. It wasn’t like they were alone. The room was full of other people who had come from surgery too, along with their family members. Marcy looked around to see if anyone else was listening to her mother’s tirade. She couldn’t believe her mother was talking about how hot the doctor was in front of all these people. Christ, he was young enough to be her son, possibly grandson.

?Thank you,? the doctor said. ?Now I want you to rest for the next few days. No using those fingers, either. You need to give your body time to recuperate.?

?Anything you say, Doctor.?

Marcy watched as her mother made googly eyes at the doctor.

?Do you make house calls?? she asked, reaching out with her good hand to touch him.

He chuckled.

?They don’t allow us to go to patients’ homes, but I’ll see you in a few days at my office. All right??

?If you insist.?

?I’ll see you soon.? He patted her mother’s leg before rushing off to his next patient.

Marcy looked down at her mother.

?I can’t believe you just said those things to the doctor, Mother,? she whispered.

?It’s all right, Ms. Brown,? the nurse said. ?There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Lots of women enjoy the company of younger men.?

Not my mother and certainly not me. Though she couldn’t deny the growing attraction she’d been feeling for Lucky. Lately every time he massaged her he came dangerously close to her pussy, stirring up tingling sensations she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Thankfully her vibrator gave her the relief she craved after leaving her weekly massages, because she couldn’t risk losing Lucky. Entering into anything sexual with him would cross too many boundaries for her. She might have to change massage therapists and that would be a pity.

?I appreciate your understanding, but that doctor could be her grandson.? She knew she was exaggerating, but seriously. Her mother was too old to be drooling over the doctor.

The nurse laughed.

Marcy didn’t find anything funny about her mother fawning over the young stud. Yes, he was cute, not her type, but nice-looking.

?Stop being so uptight, Marcy. Just because Dan wasn’t smart enough to stick around doesn’t mean you’re a dead fish. You can have a little fun if you know what I mean.? Her mother winked.

Marcy wanted to flee the recovery room.

?It’s the anesthesia.? The nurse patted her hand.

?Thanks.? Marcy looked at her name tag. ?Elizabeth.?

?No problem. I have a few things to check on, but I’ll be back shortly. Don’t worry about your mother. Once the anesthesia wears off she’ll probably forget the things she said.?

God she prayed the nurse was right. She couldn’t have her mother talking like this.

?I appreciate your understanding.?

The nurse nodded before heading off. She returned an hour later.

?Here are your discharge papers,? Elizabeth said. ?And here’s something just in case your mom is serious.?

Marcy took the business card.

?Tempt the Cougar? What’s this??

In a hushed tone, Elizabeth explained. ?It’s a blog where women who want to experience the thrill of younger men gather.?

?Oh no. My mother definitely doesn’t need this.? Marcy attempted to hand the card back to her.

?Take it. You never know.?

?I’m sorry, but I do know. This is not something my mother would be interested in.?

Elizabeth shrugged.

?Then keep it for yourself. You never know, you might find it interesting.? She rushed off before Marcy could object.

Cougar Challenge Week Part 2: Jayne Rylon Part 2

Shifting Gears:

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Shifting Gears Interview:
Lynn Madison: So, Sloan, we meet again. How do you like being on this side of the questions?

Sloan Desai: Somehow it’s a little less fun over here.

Lynn: Ha! Well, don’t expect me to go easy on you. You certainly enjoyed harassing me a few months ago.

Sloan: Yes, but that was before we were friends. Before we realized we shared a love for erotic romances and ended up dating inseparable men.

Lynn: Is that what you’re calling it?

Sloan: I mean, that sounded bad… what I meant was…

Lynn: I’m not embarrassed to admit our friendship is a little more involved than most, you don’t have to hedge for my sake. Look, our guys are best friends, we’re best friends, the four of us hang out constantly as we travel the world on the race circuit. I don’t think it’s a big stretch to admit we’re compatible in a lot of ways.

Sloan: I suppose you’re right as usual. Remember the day we all went to Cheung Chau off the coast of Hong Kong? I think I knew from that day on that the bond between the four of us would last forever. It was also the first time I noticed the tension between Sebastian and Marco.

Lynn: Good thing you channeled that energy into something constructive, a positive way to work off all that excess energy.

Sloan: You know there are lots of strangers out there reading this, right? I’m not sure Sebastian and Marco are ready for the world to know about their feelings for each other.

Lynn: Too late, hon. Didn’t you know Jayne Rylon wrote a book about us? There are no secrets left. You can read all about our foursome in Shifting Gears.

Sloan: I hope she made me hot.

Lynn: You and me both! Come on, let’s head back to our guys before they can get into trouble without us.

Sloan: I hope they get into trouble with us.

Lynn: You and me both. Again.


Copyright ? JAYNE RYLON, 2010

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

Chapter One

?Oh my God!?

The woman on the corrugated aluminum bleacher several rows in front of Sloan turned with wide eyes when Sloan shouted. She caught Sloan?s stare on the sexy cover of her erotic romance novel and flipped it closed?cover side down?discretely.

?Sorry, didn?t mean to startle you.? Sloan smiled. ?I know how it is when you?re lost in a good book. And that book is fan-fucking-tastic! I love Mari Carr. Her stories are smoking hot. Especially the m?nages. Yum.?

The woman grinned and nodded. ?I?ve read almost all of hers. My reading group back in the US mailed me this one. It arrived last night and I?m halfway done already. I tried to ration it out?a chapter a day?but it?s impossible.?

?Thank God for ebook readers, huh? I don?t know what I would do if I didn?t have access to all the new releases from this side of the globe.? Sloan stepped into the stands then picked her way down the incline, closer to the woman, careful not to slip in her three-inch heels.

At least she?d worn jeans to the race site today instead of her usual skirted suit. ?I hear that. It can get lonely being a foreigner in a country where you don?t speak the language. Especially one as difficult to pick up as Mandarin or Cantonese. Reading keeps me from getting too homesick, though it leads to other?complications.?

When the woman laughed, her entire face brightened. Around Sloan?s age, close to forty, she seemed carefree and infectiously happy. ?I know what you mean. Or at least I used to. Now I have a young stud to keep me occupied when I get revved up. I?m engaged to Sebastian Fiori. The driver for??

?Oh! Don?t worry, I know who he is. Sexy as sin and a four-time world champion rally car racer to boot. So you must be Lynn Madison, you bitch.?

The humongous diamond flashing on the woman?s finger had confirmed Sloan?s suspicions.

Talk of Bastian and the alluring cougar who?d tamed him had run rampant this season. Scores of young sex goddesses mourned their loss. Many had tried for years to snag him or his luscious navigator Mark Rossi, but none had succeeded in tempting either guy into more than a one-night stand.

Until Sebastian fell head over heels in love on first sight last season. Everyone agreed he?d never performed better. Lynn must be good for the man.

What was good for the driver was good for the sport.

And that was good for Sloan.

?It?s true.? Lynn sighed and her eyes took on a faraway look. ?I?m the luckiest woman alive.?

?I?m Sloan Desai, by the way.? She held out her hand, but Lynn hugged her instead of shaking it.

?Sorry, but after two minutes I feel like I?ve known you forever. Have a seat.? Lynn gestured with the spine of her novel toward the racetrack, which snaked past the base of the stadium they sat in. ?You know, Bastian?s mentioned you before. I think we might?ve even talked on the phone once when you scheduled some of his interviews. You?re the publicist for the league, right??

?Yep. That?s me.? Sloan winked. ?In charge of keeping the boys out of trouble with the media, managing their images and bringing fans in by the truckload.?

?Seems like you?re doing a great job. I heard the first couple days of the exhibition are sold out.?

?They are. Thanks.?

?So how do you like China so far??

The event would take place in Guangdong province, about a half-hour outside Guangzhou, in a few weeks?a great chance for the teams to tune up or experiment in the off-season. The crews had arrived early to acclimate, which meant Sloan had to be on-site to defuse any?situations?that could cause trouble with the local hosts.

Full of testosterone and daring, the guys in the league sometimes crossed the line.

?I haven?t been able to do much sightseeing. I have to stick fairly close-by.? Sloan shrugged.

?Yeah, I know what you mean.? Lynn grimaced. ?The teams do tend to get rowdy on occasion. Maybe you can take a day trip or two with me. I write travel guides for a living, so I like to check out as much as I can in the areas we visit. Sebastian gets nervous when I?m out on my own though. Especially in locations a little more exotic.?

?You don?t seem like the kind of woman to sit around and wait for a man simply to ease his mind. A woman after my own heart, by the way.?

?You?re right, I?m no shrinking violet.? Lynn grinned. ?But I worry that if he?s worried, he?ll be distracted. The sport is dangerous enough as it is. Plus, I miss him if I stray too far.?

?I hope ?him? is me.? A deep growl sounded from behind their spot on the bench. Sitting side by side, neither woman had heard the soft soles of Sebastian?s racing sneakers on the concrete as he approached. ?Or I?ll have to kick some ass and those days are supposed to be behind me.?

?Old man.?

Sloan swallowed hard at the jibe from the other guy who strode toward them?Mark Rossi. It was either that or moan aloud at his spectacular build. Thick muscles filled out his racing jumpsuit to perfection. She wished she?d seen him going instead of coming so she could check out his killer ass, but the bulge at his crotch and the humor in his warm eyes made for scrumptious consolation prizes.

She?d spied him from across the room at events she?d arranged, but usually she had a job to do while in attendance. Of course she?d found herself staring at promo shots of him on more occasions than she cared to admit, but never before had she been able to take her time and study his legendary features in person?bold cheekbones, olive skin and glossy, sandy hair.

And, shit, now she was staring.

Maybe her imagination played tricks on her, but it seemed as if he might be gawking in return.

Cougar Challenge Part 2: Cerise DeLand

Here are:

Interview with Trey Sandoval (character in HAT TRICK by Cerise DeLand)

The unique aspect of my relationship with my partners?Belle Sterling and my old buddy, Gage Wagner?is that we each know how to share.

True, for two men to share one woman is different. For one woman to enjoy two men together and equally, even more rare.

But the three of us do it. Every hour, every day.

How can that be, you ask?

It started when Gage and I went to college together and learned that cooperating was better than competing.? Years ago, we formed a business together and we?ve made a fortune. In real estate development.

And in our private life together?

A few months ago, Gage and I found Belle together and made a fantastic life.

Belle is older than Gage and me. But that doesn?t worry any of us. We adore Belle, sexy, funny, savvy lady that she is.? She loves us both equally in and out of bed. So Gage and I count ourselves among the luckiest men alive.

To have one woman who loves you, admires you and adores you back is one big bonus. That for the three of us, we?ve got a rare thing going on is the best hat trick of all.

BIO: What?s a gal to do if she hails from D.C., lives now deep in the heart of Texas, travels often everywhere, and adores Paris, Florence, London, Tokyo and all points east and west?


She becomes an author who can write about those romantic places. And if your sweet tooth craves spies, pirates, body guards and gutsy women of today and yesteryears of medieval and Regency England, then she is the author you crave for smoldering erotic encounters and delicious love affairs!

Her name? Cerise DeLand.

What?s more is that Cerise is the award-winning author of 18 print novels of mystery, mainstream and romance with St. Martin?s Press, Pocket Books and Kensington. Her books have been on every book club list you can name, including Featured Selections of The Mystery Guild, Doubleday and Rhapsody. And when she isn?t dreaming up fiction? Cerise also writes non-fiction.

Busy lady. Happy writer.

Find her books at?Ellora?s Cave,?Resplendence Publishing,?Wild Rose Press and?Total-E-Bound!


A story in the Cougar Challenge series.

Fit, fab and forty-five, Belle Sterling chomps at the bit to accept the Cougar Challenge. But finding a younger man in her one-horse Texas town is one giant problem?until two scrumptious men stroll into her office.

Gage Wagner and Trey Sandoval have been best buddies since college and know how to share?everything. When they meet luscious Belle, they know she needs the good lovin? two men can provide?together.

Belle?s a regular gal and putting two men in her saddle seems like a dream. Then she tries it. More than once.


An Excerpt From: HAT TRICK

Copyright ? CERISE DELAND, 2010

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

Chapter One

?I know for certain, honey,? Belle Sterling told her newest client, twenty-two-year old bride-to-be Marilee Betterton, ?that sleeping single in a double bed does not make for a happy life. Not after you?ve been married to a man you adore.?

She smiled at the young woman who sat opposite her in her office. ?In fact, I have just three pieces of advice for each new bride who hires my planning services. Love the man you marry. Love him so well that ?keeping only unto him? is no hardship. And commit to doing whatever you each want in bed where all great marriages are made.?

?Oh, you needn?t worry on that score, Miz Sterling. My mama says exactly the same thing.?

Does she now? That?s why Doreen?s had more lovers than a bonobo monkey in her forty-five hectic years on this earth? ?Not hard to do, either. To love a man.?

?I reckon I have loved Brent since we were in kindergarten. And definitely since high school. He?s going on to pro football, you know.?

?I heard.?

?I?m just so excited. We?re moving to Dallas and I get to meet all the men on the team.? Her eyes lit up like the year-round Christmas lights on her mama?s front porch. ?Imagine that.?

Belle did. And she tried not to wince at the feeling Brent Fuller was gonna get when he saw his new little wife bat her baby browns at his buddies. ?Well, Marilee, let?s meet again next week. Is this a good day and time for you?? Belle looked at her calendar on the computer screen as the young woman agreed. ?Good. Do bring your tentative list of invitees and we?ll see what our potential sites are for the reception.?

?Mama wants to come, too.? The girl was fishing for feedback.

Doreen Betterton and Belle were not friends. Never had been since Doreen tried to scoop Walt Sterling from Belle when they were all in high school. But Belle was ready to let bygones be bygones. Walt had never cottoned to Doreen. Never took her bait, either. Besides, Walt was gone now and their married life had been twenty-two years of the finest bliss a woman could imagine. Plus, Doreen was welcome to the pickings around here. No man within a hundred miles interested Belle enough to get her pussy wet, and even if he succeeded, he wouldn?t know what to do with it.

Belle cleared her throat and smiled. ?I hope she does come with you. There are so many things to decide, Marilee, and your mother will be a great help to you in this.?

?That?s right. Mama says I?m gonna be a better wife than she ever was.?

Belle couldn?t resist the lure. ?How?s that??

?She says she just knows that Brent is the right man for me and that we are going to be married forever.?

But minutes later, watching spoiled-rotten Marilee preen, rise from her chair and strut her toned little ass out of her office, Belle wasn?t going to give a plug nickel that the young filly would or could take any of her suggestions.

?Of course, the girl is twenty-two,? Belle muttered as the tiny bells on her door knob rang out Marilee?s exit. ?Who knows what love or marriage is all about at that age?? Belle whispered to herself.

I did.

Yeah. Well. I had a mother and father who taught me how to love. Totally. No one and nothing else greater than the union. Not too many who know how to do that nowadays.

Belle sighed, hit a few buttons on her computer screen to close the files on the Betterton-Fuller wedding and pushed away from her desk. She stood, ran her hands down her slim skirt and strode to the window. The brilliant Texas sun hit her in the face and even though she had jacked up the air conditioner to seventy-five this morning, August in southwest Texas meant triple digit heat by noon. She inhaled the steamy beauty of her little hometown. Main Street was humming. The Duck?s Bill Bakery was jumping with customers hot for their German crullers. Jack?s Auto Shop was buzzing with a couple of ranchers who had scraped the paint off each other?s pick-ups yesterday. And one of her two best friends, Aurora Mansfield, waved at her while watering her geraniums in front of her flower shop.

And me? I?m standing here wondering if my life is now only about helping twenty-somethings get hitched.

Sure. She loved the wedding business. The organization. The cake. The bouquets. The fun of invitations and receptions and gowns.

The romance.

The thrill of watching a man eye his bride. The way his gaze would flow over her face, her throat, down to her breasts.

Belle would often play a silent game with herself noting how long it took for the bride to sense her groom?s eyes on her. How long before she would squirm, feeling the cream in her pussy, the throb of her labia, the need to have his fingers play with her and open her wide for his mouth. And his cock.

Belle squeezed her own thighs together. Felt her own insides gush with moisture. Remembering desire.

Remembering Walt Sterling. His blue eyes on her lips. His firm mouth on her throat. Her nipples. His teeth nipping her areolas. His rough tongue licking her until she squealed. His fingers drifting down her ribs, caressing her stomach, twining in her cunt hair. ?Love your pretty red pussy hair, Belle of mine,? he would croon as he?d lift her against him, by that time both of them stark naked. ?Like a beacon. Gonna make you come hard for me, baby. How would you like me today?? he?d whisper as he bit her earlobe. ?Slow or fast??

Wild. Often. Furious. She?d tell him anything she wanted that day.

?In my mouth? In your sweet ass?? He?d offer her a few more options.

She loved sex with him any way at all. All the time. Any time. Day. Night. In the barn standing up. In their truck sitting down. In their kitchen on their table, their breakfast dishes bumping to their body-rocking rhythm.

So long ago. Three years to be exact.

?God. I loved you, Walt.? Belle jumped, stunned at herself that she?d said it out loud. ?Isn?t there any man alive who?s your equal? I?m lonely here, honey.?

Her gaze ran up and down Main Street and the answer she got this morning was the same as the one she?d had yesterday and the month before and the year before that.

?I?m not finding one I want to be with. In bed or out.? Not in this one-horse town. Too small to offer variety. And few strangers strolled in.

Problem was, Belle knew precisely two local men who were eligible. Both were widowers. Nice guys. But over sixty. Fifteen years older than she! And frankly, she needed a man who could not only get it up, but get it going on for more than five minutes of slam-bam. She liked sex. Really liked sex. Funky, funny, feverish sex. Walt, who had been two years older than she, had taught her to need it, crave it and initiate it. So she wasn?t about to settle for lukewarm lovin? when she knew how lusty, sweaty, energetic fucking could improve a woman?s attitude, to say nothing of her complexion or the ability of her hungry little kitty to howl.

?I can?t go on like this,? she muttered and strode back to her computer. ?I need a young man with class, imagination and raging hormones. But damn if I know how and where to find one!? She plunked herself in her chair, revved up the internet and surfed over to her friends? blog at Tempt the Cougar. Belle had discovered their exciting personal stories about hooking up with younger men, then three months ago she?d begun to correspond with a few of them individually. Over the last year, each of the women had consciously decided to seek out younger men to satisfy a need for great sex. To date, each of them developed satisfying relationships with their partners. Belle didn?t need a long-term relationship so much as she needed a good romp in the hay.

BUY Link for HAT TRICK 😕

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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Cougar Challenge Part 2- Nicole Austin

Hi! My name is Larissa Cross but I?m better known as Rissa. Thanks, Selena, for giving me this opportunity to tell others about myself, the Cougar Challenge and the author who wrote my story, Nicole Austin.

I first heard about the challenge quite by accident while surfing the net for pictures of hot younger men and stumbled across a very interesting blog, Tempt the Cougar Discovering other women who enjoy younger men and were willing to share their experiences was a welcome surprise. Monica?s challenge for each of us to get out there and find a younger man to fulfill our fantasies couldn?t have come at a more perfect time for me.

You see, with the big four-oh looming, I was in the process of making major changes in my life, going from Army widow and soccer mom to cougar on the prowl. My son left for college and I was living alone for the first time.? I sold the house, bought a condo, shopped for a sexy new wardrobe, traded the mini-van for a red convertible and got tattooed. With eight weeks of vacation from teaching grade school, I was looking forward to a summer full of hot lovin? with younger men and headed for the beach to stalk my prey.

That new-to-me used convertible had some problems. A former student and his friends?a rather protective band of alpha males-in-training, helped save the essentials, including my precious e-book reader loaded with yummy erotic romances. But as my car went up in flames so did my wonderful summer plans.

Yeah, to heck with that! I decided to take advantage of the situation and have some fun checking out the emergency workers. My luck changed when sexy fire god JD Harmon, a prime hunk of cougar bait, headed right for me.

Score! First time out and a tall, buff younger man asked me out. Whoo-damn!

With his shaved head, tattooed biceps and erotic body piercing, JD was just what I need for my first tumble. While the only thing on my to-do list was a one-night stand, JD had plans of his own. JD was out to tame me and capture my heart, and it turns out there?s a lot more to him than those bad boy good looks. He?s the kind of man Nicole Austin would refer to as a triple threat?sexy, sophisticated and charming.

I finally got to meet all the other ladies from the blog in person at RomantiCon. What a blast! If you get the chance to attend, I highly recommend doing so. Having your picture taken with the delicious Cavemen cover models is a thrill every woman should experience at least once. Meeting them out on the dance floor? Heaven!

While at RomantiCon, I also met my favorite erotic romance author, Nicole Austin. Her scorching hot, provocative stories push boundaries and release inhibitions, resulting in extreme reader satisfaction. Read my story, Summer of the Cougar, and you?ll discover why a book reviewer dubbed Ms. Austin, ?The queen of steamy romance scenes.?

The following is an excerpt from Summer of the Cougar for your reading enjoyment!

Copyright ? NICOLE AUSTIN, 2010

Rissa plopped down on top of the sturdy molded-plastic cooler with a heavy sigh as her wonderful plans for the summer disintegrated. In need of some emotional support, she longed to call one of the cougars.

What would they do in this situation?

A wicked grin tugged at her lips. The cougars would tell her to check out the emergency workers and if possible get pictures. They?d also tell Rissa to flirt her ass off and get one of those hot young studs to take her home.

?Who owns the car??

She looked up as one of the firemen headed in her direction while scribbling information on a battered clipboard.

?Uh?me. I do.?

Oh yeah, I do. Please and thank you!

Damn, the man was gorgeous. Better than any of the pictures the girls posted on their Tempt the Cougar blog.

He was tall, at least six-one, and had a shaved head. A bit of dark stubble covered his scalp, ran along his square jawline and above his mouth. A very sexy mouth. He had to be in his early twenties by her estimation. Not too young or old. Perfect age for cougar prey.


Yes, what is your name, hot stuff? Please tell me.

Broad shoulders blocked out the sun as he moved to stand before her. What she wouldn?t give to have him strip off the fire gear and let her see his body. From his solid build she guessed he had lots of yummy muscles. Maybe even a six-pack. She easily pictured running her fingers over his tanned skin, feeling the sinew ripple beneath her fingertips.

?That?s Miss Cross,? Tyler, her proud protector, stated. ?She?s a teacher in Tampa. Elementary school.?

What a wonderful, helpful boy.

The fire god nodded toward the police officer ready to ticket the boys? pickup. ?If that?s your truck, you might want to move it.?

?Aw crap,? one of the boys groaned. The group loped off, leaving Rissa alone with the hunk whose sharp focus all of a sudden made her nervous and fidgety.

He might have been preoccupied earlier but now she had his undivided attention. Coal black eyes took a slow journey from the top of her head down her see-through cover-up, pausing at breasts nearly spilling out of tiny bright blue triangles before dipping down to linger on her tattoo then stroke her legs. And boy did his gaze ever have the impact of a physical caress. Everywhere his eyes touched her skin tightened and long-ignored nerve endings tingled.

If he can do that with a look, imagine what he?d be able to do with those big, strong hands.

That thought notched up the temperature by a good ten degrees and had sweat trickling between breasts that felt swollen. Her body hummed with sexual need and her nipples were standing at attention, clearly visible beneath the thin material of her bikini top.

?Hi. I?m JD Harmon.?

He extended a hand and she slid her fingers into his firm grip, biting back a gasp as lightning bolts raced up her arm and headed straight for her core. All those erotic stories she?d been reading had left her ready for some action. And JD the fireman was looking like a prime candidate.

?They?re going to send a wrecker for your car. Insurance company will probably total it since the entire electrical system is toast.?

Rissa held on to his hand as if it was a lifeline and stared up at those mesmerizing dark eyes. She knew he was talking to her but the words didn?t penetrate the haze of lust that had swallowed her whole.

?Miss Cross??

?Rissa,? she absently mumbled. He let go of her hand and a wave of disappointment crashed over her. But then he turned and bumped her hip with his, making a space to sit down. Right next to her on the narrow cooler. Close enough she caught a whiff of sandalwood cologne and clean, masculine sweat. Mmm?he smelled wonderful. Hot and spicy. The right side of his body pressing against her from shoulder to ankle felt even better and gave her a rush of positive vibes.

I am cougar, hear me roar!

?Do you have a way home??

?I?home?? Her voice once again disappeared, along with the original question.

Good idea. Your place or mine?

Summer of the Cougar is currently available in e-book from Ellora?s Cave Publishing and will be part of the print anthology, Cougar Hunt, coming soon. The anthology includes Locked and Loaded by Samantha Cayto and Copping A Feel by Lexxie Couper.

Nicole?s Bio:

Nicole lives on the sheltered Gulf Coast of Florida, where inspiration can be found sitting under a big shade umbrella on the beach, sipping cold margaritas and watching all the hunks at play. Always an overachiever, Nicole stayed busy earning three college degrees and now splits her time between working in a health care career and writing.

A voracious reader, she never goes anywhere without a book, but started looking for something more. Something hotter. Her passion for erotic romance lead to Nicole?s creation of sizzling characters and boundary pushing stories. Now she lives in an incredible world where fantasy comes to life in bold, vivid detail.

She can often be found conducting research for her steamy stories while chatting with her muse and people watching. Turns out those voyeuristic tendencies are useful after all, who could have guessed.