Fun time today, trying to take your mind off last-minute tax filings. You have filed your taxes, haven’t you? Less than a week to go, so get busy if you’ve been procrastinating. If you use an accountant, I hope he’s like the CPA hero who adds a new dimension to the heroine’s life in my Cougar Challenge book, ADDING HEAT.
Here’s the blurb from this oldie but goodie from Ellora’s Cave.
Widowed landscape contractor Giselle Sheridan decides, with the help of friends she’d met at Romanticon, she’s ready to take the Cougar Challenge and find a younger man to finally have sex with. Except she’s too busy during planting season to go on the prowl.
CPA Conlan Trowbridge is battling income-tax deadline for his clients, but when Giselle bursts into his office with a tax problem, 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 his wet dream come true.
Oh yeah, they’re both ready for some hot and heavy sex—in the tub, parking lots, both their offices, anywhere and everywhere. But her long-time foreman has designs on her, in more ways than one, forcing Giselle to make some hard decisions.
Now for an exclusive excerpt that’s too hot for most electronic book vendors to post.
Con couldn’t believe this sexy babe was hot for a nerd like him. All his life he’d fantasized about an amply endowed woman, starting with Sophia Loren and Raquel Welch when he’d first noticed that women had breasts. Not a Marilyn Monroe-type, though, not a blonde sexpot. He wanted a dark-eyed, dark-haired, earthy temptress, and by golly, in Giselle Sheridan he had a tigress he wanted to tame.
Or not. She made him harder, hotter than he’d ever been with a woman. Was it her lush body? Her sexual hunger? Or simply Giselle herself that had his insides tied up in knots? Whatever, he was going to make damn sure she didn’t see him as too young and inexperienced for her.
Following her down her long driveway, he stopped at her front porch. She kept going and he realized she was headed for the detached garage a few dozen feet from the house.
Hell, he couldn’t wait another minute to hold her, to taste her. He jogged to the garage and caught her as she was alighting. Hauling her up against the door of her truck, caging her against his body, he repeated his earlier question, with one minor change. “Would you like me to fuck you against the truck in the garage of Stonehedge Landscapes?”
“Yes. Now. Hurry!” As he’d hoped, she was with him a hundred percent, her arms clamping around his neck and her mouth seeking his, one leg lifting to cling to the backs of his thighs to allow him total access to her sweet core.
He fumbled his zipper open and freed his cock, hard and hot and hungry for her. Sliding the flimsy scrap of her still-wet panties aside, he bent his knees for leverage and thrust home into the scorching heat of her wet pussy.
Immediately he felt her inner muscles spasm, squeezing his cock. Holy shit, he’d never felt anything so sublime as steeping himself in Giselle’s essence. He wanted to reside there, die there. He wanted to fuck her until the force of their lovemaking dented the truck. He wanted to come inside her—
Dammit! “Giselle,” he gasped, going motionless from tip to toe. “I’ve got to stop. God, I want you so much I can’t think straight. I should have been better prepared.” He rested his forehead against hers, took a deep, shuddering breath. “I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry. You made me so horny I forgot a condom.”
With a strength of will he didn’t think he had, he pulled his cock out of the sweetest pussy he’d ever known and gently settled her leg back on the floor.
“I’m clean, Giselle, honest, I had my annual physical in, um, February, yeah, it was after Presidents’ Day, and I haven’t had any other, er…”
Oh, sweet Jesus, did he have any condoms in his wallet or were they all in the super-size box he’d bought this afternoon that was probably on the floor of the truck? He groped blindly behind him, feeling for the back pocket where his wallet was, his cock bobbing and throbbing between them.
“We’ll worry about condoms later,” she gasped. Wrapping her fingers around him, she sank to her knees on the concrete floor. “I’m so hungry for your cock I want to give you what you gave me in the parking lot.”
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Con might be an accountant and a nerd, but he's all horny and macho man when it comes to Giselle. If you enjoyed that excerpt, you can buy ADDING HEAT from Ellora’s Cave, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or any other reputable electronic purveyor of erotic romance.
~~ Cris Anson