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Blurb:
Cougar on the prowl, Larissa Cross is ready for a summer full of hot younger man lovin’. Rawr! Tattooed and pierced fireman JD Harmon is tempting prey but he intends to tame the wicked cougar and stake a claim on her heart.
*This previously published title has been revised and reedited*
Genre/theme: Older Woman/Younger Man, firefighter hero, cougar romance
Copyright ©Nicole Austin, 2017
Excerpt:
Chapter One
Larissa Cross cruised along
the coast with the top down, a warm breeze rushing through her hair. She turned
on satellite radio and cranked up the volume as Steven Tyler’s signature scream
blasted from the speakers. There wasn’t a cloud in the bright blue sky and the
weather forecasters had rated the day as a ten on the suntan scale.
A picture-postcard-perfect
Florida day and a great way to kick off her new life. Well, her new summertime
life anyway. In the fall it would be back to “Mrs. Cross” and the comfortable
routine of teaching elementary school.
But this summer she was going
to have fun! Her son had left for college so Rissa was living alone for the
first time. She’d sold the house, bought and decorated a new condo, packed up
her “teacher clothes” and shopped for a new wardrobe, traded the minivan for a
cherry red convertible and got tattooed. Yup, she now sported a colorful
butterfly on her right hip—just above the bikini line—to symbolize her
metamorphosis from Army widow soccer mom to cougar on the prowl. Rawr!
When you put all the changes
she’d made over the past year together it added up to a rather frightening
conclusion—midlife crisis. Scary stuff!
Dios, where the hell did all those years go?
Next month she would hit the
big four-oh. Pretty sad she’d waited this long to finally rediscover herself. Better late than never though!
The changes had all started
with the first erotic romance book she’d read. Then her friend Cami had told
her about having a younger lover and challenged Rissa to find a hot young guy
or two over summer break.
She grinned at herself in the
rearview mirror. Nothing appealed to her more than the prospect of conquering a
challenge. She couldn’t wait to try out some of the erotic acts that had gotten
her so hot and horny when she’d read all those steamy books.
A truck full of young guys
honked and whistled at her as they sped by. Hmm…maybe the challenge wouldn’t be
too difficult. These boys looked way too young but their appreciation still
made her smile and gave her confidence a boost.
With a wave to the boys, she
turned into the jam-packed parking lot for the public beach. As she claimed one
of few available spaces at the back of the lot, her car sputtered, coughed and
gave a loud hiss before the engine stalled.
“Oh great!”
Rissa knew next to nothing
about cars, yet even she realized the smoke billowing out from under the hood
meant bad news. She jumped out and raced to the front, intending to pop the
hood. That’s when she noticed the flames.
Thankfully the pickup had
pulled in behind her. The teenage boys who piled out to help were on the ball,
whipping out cell phones and calling for reinforcements while warning others in
the immediate area to stay back.
In the few agonizingly long
minutes it took for the cavalry to arrive, Rissa convinced the boys to salvage
the contents of her trunk. Once they had her lawn chair, overstuffed beach bag,
umbrella, towels, cooler and her precious e-book reader on the side of the road
it looked like someone was having a yard sale. Or more apropos—a fire sale.
“Mrs. Cross?” one of the boys
tentatively inquired.
Oh no. He must be one of her
former students. Didn’t that just make her day.
“Yes.” She slid the dark
sunglasses down her nose and peered over the tortoiseshell frames at him.
“Remember me? Tyler James. I
was in your class?”
Prior students always failed
to realize how much they’d changed or how many kids she’d taught and expected her
to remember them. She played along to make him feel better. “Oh my gosh. You
sure have grown up, Tyler. How’s high school treating you?”
Once the others learned she
was an elementary school teacher they became a band of protective
alpha-males-in-training and stayed by her side, assisting her through the
crisis.
In a flurry of flashing
lights and blaring sirens, a fire truck, ambulance and police cruiser arrived.
The firemen quickly set to work and extinguished the flames while the medics
checked for anyone with injuries and the police wrote reports. By the time the
firemen were done, her crispy car appeared ready for the junkyard.
What now, Miss Smarty-pants?
Should she call a tow truck?
How the hell would she get back home? Anyone she could ask for a ride lived
over the bridge, at least a half hour away. She was in no mood to sit and wait
that long.
There would be so much to
work out now. Thank goodness she had insurance. She’d have to get in touch with
the agent to file a claim. Damn, she really loved that car. Her first
non-family car in two decades. Now she’d have to shop for another and get a
rental in the meantime.
Rissa plopped down on top of
the cooler with a heavy sigh as her wonderful plans for the summer
disintegrated. In need of some emotional support, she longed to call Cami.
What would she do in this situation?
A wicked grin tugged at her
lips. Cami would tell her to check out the emergency workers and if possible
get pictures. She’d also tell Rissa to flirt her ass off and get one of those
hot young studs to take her home.
“Who owns the car?”
She looked up as one of the
firemen headed in her direction while scribbling information on a battered
clipboard.
“Uh…me. I do.”
Oh yes, I do. Please and thank you!
Damn, the man was gorgeous.
Tall, at least six-one, with a shaved head. A bit of dark stubble covered his
scalp, ran along his square jawline and above his mouth. A plump, sexy mouth.
He had to be in his mid-twenties by her estimation. Not too young or old.
Perfect age to pop her cougar cherry.
“Name?”
Yes, what is your name, hot stuff? Please tell me.
Broad shoulders blocked out
the sun as he moved to stand before her. What she wouldn’t give to have him
strip off the fire gear and let her ogle his body. From his solid build she
guessed he had lots of yummy muscles. Maybe even a six-pack. She pictured
running her fingers over his tanned skin, feeling the sinew ripple beneath her
fingertips.
“That’s Mrs. Cross,” Tyler,
her proud protector, stated. “She’s a teacher in Tampa. Elementary school.”
What a wonderful, helpful boy. Go away now, you brat.
The fire god nodded toward
the police officer ready to ticket the boys’ pickup. “If that’s your truck, you
might want to move it.”
“Aw crap,” one of the boys
groaned. The group loped off, leaving Rissa alone with the hunk, whose sharply
focused attention suddenly made her nervous and fidgety.
He might have been
preoccupied earlier but now she had his undivided attention. Coal black eyes
took a slow journey from the top of her head down her see-through cover-up,
pausing at breasts nearly spilling out of tiny bright blue triangles before
dipping down to linger on her tattoo then stroke along her legs. And boy did
his gaze ever have the impact of a physical caress. Everywhere his eyes touched
her skin tightened and long-ignored nerve endings tingled.
If he can do that with a look, imagine what he’d be
able to do with those big, strong hands.
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