How could I not respond when Ellora’s Cave put out a call for their “VaVa Boomers” series? They wanted mature heroines and heroes who have the benefit of life experience “because love, like women and fine wine, gets better with age.”
AARON’S JEWEL, which will be available this Friday, September 26, showcases two people who have real-life problems, including bumpy career paths, grown children, childish parents and yes, bodies that sag and are sometimes slow to respond. As a woman of "a certain age" myself, I can assure you that sex and love are still possible at any age!
Here's a sample of what Aaron and Julia experience as they search for their Happy Ever After.
Excerpt from AARON’S JEWEL
©2014 by Cris Anson
She melted into him, encircled him with her arms, rested her cheek on his shoulder. “I can’t believe I’m doing these things.”
“Believe it. I’ll take you as high as you want to go. Do you want to go higher?”
Still not quite able to look him in the eye when she was being so honest, she whispered against his skin, “Yes.”
“Then you shall.” He withdrew his arms from around her. “Close your eyes.”
She did and felt something against her face. A blindfold, lined with soft fur. When it was tightly in place she was truly at his mercy.
“Jewel, do you trust me?”
“Good.” He took her right hand and with a click she was cuffed to someone. Not Aaron. Aaron had both hands on her hips, stroking her skin while nuzzling her nape.
A tug on her cuffed arm and she had no choice but to begin walking. The pace was slow, her guide careful not to touch her, so she still had no inkling of his or her identity. Still, she trusted Aaron so she followed quietly.
They stopped when Julia’s thighs touched a soft yet firm surface, probably a padded massage table. Gloved hands—whose surface felt like sandpaper—turned her so she faced outward then with nudging and pressure made her understand she was being asked to hoist herself onto the table and lie down.
She was released from her guide’s cuff and both her arms were raised above her and tethered. One leg was secured to the table. Ropes were wound around the other thigh and calf then bound together, the rope pulled back and anchored so her knee almost touched her chest and her heel rested on the back of her thigh. She had no trouble visualizing that her slit now lay exposed but for the flimsy crotch strip of her thong.
Then it began. Questing fingers, roving hands, more than one, yes, two participants, because one set of fingers was soft with long fingernails, the other raspy and blunt-nailed. Touching, stroking, insinuating themselves between her legs, the fingers drawing lines of pleasure up and down her thong. Now a mouth sucking one nipple, fingers tweaking the other. The wheel—she recognized the bite of its teeth. An ice cube running across her mouth, circling a breast. A jolt of electricity—violet wand? The electric touch running up and down her outstretched leg, around her hip. A vibrator pressed against her clit.
Oh god, too much to absorb, too soon after her orgasm when sandwiched between Aaron and Judge, too many sensations bombarding her every which way, making her jump and twitch, arousing her unbearably, the mind fuck of not knowing who was doing what, whether Aaron was participating or even watching. She yanked on her chains, not knowing whether she wanted to get closer or avoid the next touch. Higher and higher, the sounds and smells of sex and sweat and more, she wanted more and wanted Aaron and wanted to climb the next peak and wanted more sensation, please please please—
*** Here’s the blurb ***
Finding a position as corporate legal counsel in one’s middle-50s after being downsized sucks, so Aaron haunts his local dungeon to soothe his frustration. Feeling squeezed by work and family obligations, ghost writer Julia turns up at the same dungeon to do “research” for her current assignment.
The moment they meet, the dominant in Aaron recognizes the submissive in Julia.
He peels away the layers of her shyness along with her clothes. He gets her—his Jewel—naked and writhing against the cross and over the spanking bench. And she revels in his dominance and tutelage, discovering her wanton self whether tied to a bed in private or blindfolded and the target of many hands in public.
But real life isn’t all adult fun and games. Not when grown children, parents, careers and aging bodies conspire to challenge their burgeoning relationship.
I hope you enjoy the full story. You can find it at Ellora’s Cave, Amazon and Barnes &Noble. Soon it will also be available at other online booksellers as well.
~~ Cris Anson