HAPPY SPRING EVERYONE!
The warmer weather always makes me think about long summer days and beach reads. I prefer my summer reading light, funny, and fast-paced. One of the things I loved about writing my romantic comedy, The Accidental Cougar was the camaraderie of the four women who go out once a week for Ladies' Night Out. They each have their own distinct personality, and their banter is quick and funny.
Of course it wouldn't be a romance without a hottie in it, and this one comes with a young hottie, ahem, a 25-year-old one to be exact. Can a 41-year-old single mother find love with a 25-year-old?
You'll have to read it to find out! Her's a teaser excerpt to whet your appetite...
Wanda returned to the table,
looking flushed and exhilarated. “Any man that can move his hips like that has
got to be amazing in bed.”
“Do you really think there’s a correlation between
the two?” Nicole asked.
“Oh honey, absolutely,” she said, fanning herself
with her napkin. “I would bet my first-born on it.”
“What about your husband?” Paulina said, raising
her eyebrows. “Can he dance?”
Wanda took a long sip of her drink. “Larry has two
left feet. But thank God he’s trainable.”
“Let me get this straight,” Annie said. “You can be
a lousy dancer, yet learn to be a good lover, but if you’re already a good
dancer it’s guaranteed you’ll be a good lover?”
“Exactly!” Wanda said, smacking her hand on the
table so loudly it made Nicole jump.
Paulina didn’t seem to buy it. “Has this theory
ever been tested, Dr. Ruth?”
“Do tell,” Nicole urged, giddy from mojitos and
female camaraderie.
“In my dreams it has,” Wanda said, with a face so
serious you knew she wasn’t kidding. “Some of them are so steamy they come with
a disclaimer attached.”
“I’m lucky if mine are rated PG-13,” Annie sighed.
Wanda looked past Nicole’s shoulder and then gave
her a wicked smile. “Why don’t we have Nicole test out my little theory.
There’s a hottie at the bar that’s been scoping her out for the last ten
minutes,” she said, tipping her head toward the bar.
Paulina, Annie, and Nicole immediately whipped
their heads around to see the alleged hottie.
“Oh, that’s real subtle, ladies.”
“Hottie? Scoping? What are we, seventeen?” Nicole
said, scanning the assortment of males. “Wait, let me guess—the short, balding
man with the flushed face?”
“He does seem to be looking our way,” Annie said.
“You can have him, Nic.”
“Actually, he’s a client of mine,” Paulina said,
turning back toward the table. “I wax his back.”
“No, no, no,” said Wanda, excitement making her
voice rise a notch. “I’m seeing tall, I’m seeing dark, and I’m seeing
delicious.”
Annie patted her friend’s back. “Careful Wanda,
you’re salivating all over what little you have of the front of your dress.”
“Just because I’m married doesn’t mean I can’t
admire.”
The “hottie” was the good-looking guy Nicole had
noticed earlier. Now that she was able to see him full frontal, she realized
why he had looked so familiar. She turned back around and drained the last of
her mojito. “If you’re talking about the guy in the black shirt, I know him.
He’s my neighbor.”
Wanda’s eyes grew wide. “That hot man lives next to
you?”
“Technically, he isn’t my neighbor. His mother is.
He doesn’t—”
“Does this he
have a name?” Annie interrupted.
“William
doesn’t actually live there with her,” Nicole clarified.
“Then how is it you happen to know this man’s
name?” Paulina said.
“He’s not even a man. He’s a boy.”
Wanda looked toward the bar and slowly raised one
eyebrow. “Honey, I don’t see anything boy about him. I see all man.”
The cocktail waitress approached their table and
set down fresh drinks for each of them. “Compliments from the man at the bar.”
“The short, bald one?” Paulina asked.
“No, the hot one in black,” said the waitress.
Wanda raised her glass to William to say thank you.
He smiled and nodded. “And he’s a gentleman to boot,” she said, without taking
her eyes off him.
“How young is this man-boy, exactly?” Annie said.
“Looks mid-twenties to me,” Paulina guessed.
Nicole had to admit she didn’t know. They had only
spoken briefly in passing. Which is not to say she hadn’t noticed how
attractive he was. Oh, she had noticed, alright. The first time Nicole ever
laid eyes on him she was on her way to get the mail and he was outside of his
mother’s condo in a tight tank top washing his car—a luxury sedan the color of
fine merlot. She was a sucker for a man with a nice car, and this vehicle
looked as if it slept at night swaddled in down comforters.
She hadn’t meant to stare, but she couldn’t tear
her eyes away from this beautiful, sexy guy with skin that made her think of
grade A maple syrup. He soaped up his sponge and ran it over the hood, the roof,
and all four doors. He rubbed lightly as he went, his muscles flexing and his
tendons straining with each action.
What is the
matter with me? Nicole asked herself, shaking her head. She looked down and
focused on the task of retrieving her mail. I’m
forty-one years old, for God’s sake. When did I become a dirty old woman who
lusts after men half her age?
She sorted through her mail, refusing to look up
even when she heard the hose turn on. To add insult to injury, there was a
catalog with her name on it entitled Change
of Life. An entire catalog devoted to menopause. Pills to enhance libido,
gels to increase lubrication, herbs to calm mood swings.
Can somebody please shoot me
now before I have to go through all this?
Nicole
looked up. Might as well get in one last gander before her vagina shriveled up
like an old, discarded sponge.
He was drying the car as if it were his baby.
Caressing it, stroking it until it shined, no part left untouched, right down
to the alloy wheels. She wondered if such thoroughness and attention to detail
carried over into other activities in his life as well.
Nicole turned to leave, deciding she had had her
fill of more than enough eye candy stimulation to last her throughout the week.
Her movement must have caught his eye, because he suddenly glanced up from his
crouched position. His eyes slowly traveled up her entire body and Nicole felt
herself blushing like some Catholic schoolgirl. He smiled a confident, almost
cocky smile, and then he winked.
He winked at her.
An awkward wave was all she could manage.
She quickly made her way home, clutching the mail tightly to her chest and
praying her menopausal catalog had been hidden from his view.
Like what you just read? The Accidental Cougar is available on Amazon. You can buy it HERE.
Tiffany N. York is a romance author who may or may not be menopausal and a cougar. A menopausal cougar? She lives in SoCal where despite the days being almost always sunny, she still has a vitamin D deficiency. Go figure. You can visit her website at tiffanynyorkauthor.com
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