Tuesday, May 15, 2018



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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