Continuing on with my book highlights, today I have the first two books from the Sydney Cougar Series, The Cougar Club and Catching a Cougar. Enjoy ☺
The Cougar Club
Preconceived ideas, miscommunication and being single can be a pain in the butt, especially if you're about to turn forty.
Zeke Munroe is twenty eight, owns a nightclub called Rubens and has found the woman of his dreams. She’s older, she’s sexy and she’s driving him nuts. He can’t find the right time to introduce himself and make his move, until she walks through the door of his club.
Jasmine Page is thirty nine she’s an events organizer and Rubens is the hottest new venue in the city. When she goes to check the venue out Jasmine discovers she’s in a Cougar Club. The men are young, the women mature and the owner of Rubens is the closest thing to perfection she’s ever seen.
Zeke and Jasmine need to overcome preconceived notions, miscommunication and an eleven year age difference in order to see if sexual heat and passion can turn into a meaningful relationship.
M/F, erotic romance, contemporary, cougar.
Heat rating: Four Flames
Word count: 18,971
Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishers
Excerpt
As she lifted herself onto the seat, she slipped her shoes off and watched them tumble to the floor. Jasmine rested her elbows against the bar, propped her hand in her head and rubbed her temples. Great, the hangover is starting before the partying has finished. Jasmine finally crossed her arms over each other and let her head fall forward to rest against them. She closed her eyes, and shivered now that she was no longer dancing.
Something icy cold was placed against Jasmine’s arm and she felt another chill run through her. She raised her head and stared at the
large glass of water in front of her.
“You’re probably dehydrated. You hardly stopped dancing all night.” The deep, smooth voice washed over her, causing her body to begin to heat once more.
Jasmine turned her head toward the warmth and when she finally managed to refocus her eyes, she almost moaned in ecstasy. If there was a God then he had truly out done himself. The man smiling down at her was perfection. He was sitting on the bar stool next to her, leaning against the wall. His hair was dark, almost black and hung just below his broad shoulders in long tantalizing waves. It was pushed back from his face at the front, except for one stray curly strand that had worked its way loose to kiss up against his cheekbone. His eyes were dark like
his hair and conveyed the same warmth as his voice. His lips were thick and lush ready to be kissed. As her gaze roamed down his body, she was taken by the hard chest and abs that were defined under his tight black T-shirt, his legs were a lengthy example of perfection, muscular thighs under dark denim, and a bulge…Jasmine snapped her eyes back to his face and hoped she wasn’t blushing.
“Drink,” he leaned forward and spoke softly into her ear.
Oh, how could a man smell so divine? She had never smelt a man like him before and she could feel her pussy start to tingle, as he watched her bring the glass to her lips, taking a refreshing drink. She inhaled deeply. Accents of cinnamon and spice tantalized her nostrils. Talk about olfactory heaven.
“I just thought I’d sit here while I waited for my friends.” Jasmine had no idea why she felt the need to explain her presence to him and couldn’t understand why he looked at her with a wry smile as she spoke.
“I think they’ve left.” He gestured toward the dance floor.
“Oh God, I fell asleep didn’t I?” Jasmine was horrified once she realized the house lights were on and the dance floor empty. In fact the whole club was empty except for a few bar staff who were cleaning up.
“We cleared everyone out and closed the club about fifteen minutes ago.”He was smiling at her as he spoke. “You looked so peaceful I thought I’d let you sleep until I was ready to leave.”
Jasmine gasped when his body brushed against hers as he bent forward, a blaze of heat stroking her body where he touched. She noticed how his gaze roamed along her stockinged legs as he bent to pick up the shoes. As he returned to an upright position, his lips brushed against her leg and he planted a kiss on the lace that sat mid thigh. She wanted to move, to push her wayward hemline back in
place. Instead she just stared at the heated point where his lips had been, feeling the warmth spread upward toward her quickly moistening
pussy.
“Nice stockings.” He stated as he took her hand and assisted her in stepping down from the stool. Jasmine wasn’t sure how she did it, but she managed to pull the hem of her dress back into position as he led her through a door and down a hallway to the club’s back entrance.
“Can’t I go out the front door?” she asked quietly.
“Not if I’m taking you home, I park my car out the back.”
“I can get a cab…you don’t need to take me home. I mean I don’t even know who you are. I assume you work here, but won’t you get in trouble or something if your boss finds out you’ve left with one of his customers?” Jasmine knew she was jabbering but all of a sudden she felt nervous, and she always talked when her nerves got the better of her. “Is it actually good business practice for the bar staff to
take inebriated women home with them?”
Jasmine didn’t have time to stop. Unaware he’d turned around to face her, she slammed right into his hard chest and would have fallen back, had he not slipped his arm around her waist and held her against himself.
“Firstly, I’m a bit offended that you think I’m one of the bar staff. Not that there is anything wrong with working the bar, I sometimes still do it if we’re short staffed. Secondly, I apologize for being rude and not introducing myself. I’m Zeke, Zeke Munroe.” Jasmine thought she was going to burn alive being pressed against Zeke. She placed her hand on his chest and attempted to step back, but he held her firm. “In case you’re wondering what I do here, I’m the owner, and I like to ensure the safety of my customers at all times. It wouldn’t be safe to let you wander off into the dark at this hour. Therefore, I’m taking you home.”
Zeke released her from against his chest, and began to walk forward with her once again, though this time his arm stayed around her waist.
“I don’t want you to go out of your way. You can just put me in a cab.”
“Your place isn’t out of my way. In fact, you could say we live together.” He opened the door of a black Porsche and deposited her into the seat before leaning inside and doing up her seat belt.
“I live by myself, and I’m not giving you my address. So you will just have to either put me in a cab or take me to the train station.” Jasmine thought Zeke was way too cocky for his own good and he needed to be taught a lesson. She imagined he was used to women flinging their pert little bodies at him and, despite the fact she had the urge to do just that, she wasn’t going too. If she didn’t give him
her address then he would have to let her go.
“Okay, you don’t have to give me your address. Have it your way.”
Jasmine exhaled and relaxed her head back against the soft leather seat, satisfied she had taught Mr. Zeke Munroe that some women are impervious to his rock hard body and dominant charm.
Catching a Cougar by Jan Graham
Independence and stubbornness can
be good traits, except when it means
you run away from the only man
you've ever loved.
Justin Davies is twenty-eight. He manages Rubens nightclub, affectionately referred to as The Cougar Club. His life is good, except for one thing. A sexy little cougar has dumped him and Justin wants her back. He knows she is the only woman that can make his life complete, he also believes he can do the same for her. When Justin recruits some friends to help him catch his commitment phobic cougar, the fun begins.
Katie Swayne is thirty eight, an artist who’s finally started to achieve the success she always dreamed of. She doesn’t need anything to interfere with that, especially a relationship. Katie’s rule when it comes to men is, love them and leave them, never get emotionally involved. Then she met Justin Davies. Once Katie realized she cared for Justin, she didn’t merely walk away. Katie ran, as fast as she could, determined to never look back.
M/F, Erotic Romance, contemporary, cougar.
Heat rating: Four Flames
Word Count: 18,949
Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing
Excerpt
“You seem tense.” Justin’s statement caused Katie to freeze mid-brushstroke.
“Go away, Justin.” Katie refused to turn around and look at him as she spoke.
“No.” Justin laughed his answer.
In the two weeks Katie had been at the club “Go away” and “No” had been the introductory words to every conversation Katie and he had engaged in. As he stood watching Katie pretend to ignore him, Justin felt another introductory response kick in. Just the sight of her made him hard and today she looked particularly sexy. She was barefoot, her long legs were uncovered and the denim shorts she wore hugged her ass so tightly it was enough to make him jealous. The hem sat just below the globes of her cheeks and straggly frayed strands kissed against the top of her thighs. The tie dyed purple singlet top she wore cupped her breasts tighter than the denim grabbed onto her ass. Every time she’d walked into the main bar to get a cold drink, the subtle bounce of her breasts had left him in no doubt that she had chosen to leave her bra at home today.
It wasn’t that she was barely covered which made her look sexier than usual. It was more than her clothes. It was the way she tied her hair up in a loose knot on the top of her head, the escaping strands that draped around her neck and shoulders, the paint smudges scattering her soft skin and the fact that she was totally unaware the paint was even there. Katie shone when she worked, when she created, and Justin loved that about her. She also glowed when she orgasmed and he, of course, loved that as well.
“You’re doing an especially good job at pretending to ignore me today.”Justin felt Katie shiver when he placed his hands on her shoulders and
began to massage her. “Mmm…very tense. Lucky I’m here to help.”
“You’re not helping and I’m not tense.” Katie tried to push Justin away, but he had a firm hold on her and despite her protest, he knew she loved his touch. Katie had worked on the mural for two weeks and Justin made sure he was always there when she was. If she worked during the day, Justin was there. If she worked at night, Justin was there. If Zeke was at the club when Katie arrived for work, within an hour Justin would arrive to replace him. If Katie tried to work in the early hours of the morning then Justin would volunteer to stay. After all, for safety reason she couldn’t be in the club by herself. It was a masterful plan, designed to give her no breathing space at all. Initially Justin had simply
been at the club, but two weeks into the gig he made sure he was all over her. He never did anything inappropriate, but he ensured he touched her whenever he could. Massaging her shoulders like he was now, a good morning kiss on the cheek or forehead, a gentle stroke down the arm, a hand in the small of her back and the thing he knew she found hard to ignore—standing behind her, so close she
could feel him even when he wasn’t touching her at all. He’d see her inhale, taking his scent into her lungs and letting out a barely audible sigh as she exhaled. He made sure she felt his breath on the side of her neck, or at least his voice wrapping her in an embrace that wouldn’t let her escape. She would lean ever so slightly back toward his body, trying to initiate the anticipated physical contact without admitting to it. Justin was like a magnet commanding her to respond to him.
He knew her resolve was weakening.
“You can’t continue to resist me forever Katie Swayne,” Justin whispered in her ear.
Katie attempted to move but, he was right. She was being held in place not only by his hands but by a force she couldn’t resist. It was the same force that drew him to her, Katie was just better at denying it then Justin would have liked. He stopped massaging her shoulders when she allowed herself to relax against his hard chest. Justin took the opportunity to enfold his arms around her waist, covering her body like a warm cloak.
“I’m not resisting anything,” Katie lied. “We broke up remember?”
“We didn’t break up, sweetie, you ran away.” Justin leaned in and kissed the soft curve of her neck. “And if you ran away, then that means you can run back.” His gentle kisses continued between his words. “I’m right where you left me, baby, all you have to do is turn around and run back.”
No comments:
Post a Comment