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I started writing because I needed steamy romance novels that featured older couples. There is a serious lack of romance books with mature couples. I have three grown sons, and I didn't want to read stories about characters my children's age. My mother always told me that life begins after forty, and she was right; it does. Today women and men in their forties are not the same as twenty or so years ago. Many of us are just now beginning or changing careers. We are only now deciding to start a family. We are still young(ish) and vibrate. We are always looking for love and our happily ever afters.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Nola
I’ve had a Manhattan, a glass of wine, a whiskey cocktail, and a taste of several more drinks that Duke has ordered for me to try. I’m way past buzzed and on my way toward drunk. I need to slow down, or I’m going to attack Duke in the bar. I mean like straddling him at the table in our dark corner. I want to straddle his big strong legs and demand he fucks me here and now. I’ve hit the jackpot. If or when I need to meet my needs like this again, I’m sure I’ll be disappointed, and we haven’t even got to the good part. I smile. This has been a wonderful night, exactly what I needed. Great food and drinks, flirty, light conversation with a Greek god.
Thank you, universe.
I look over my shoulder at Duke. I’ve been dancing and singing to the nineties’ cover band. I’ve been trying to get him to join me. I try again to urge him to come over here to the balcony and dance with me. I hope he does because I can’t wait to touch his body. Other than a few quick, soft touches on my cheek, we haven’t touched each other. His words have been suggestive tonight, but he hasn’t touched me other than the kiss on the cheek earlier.
He is leaning back in his chair, his big legs spread apart. Jesus, he’s so large. He’s six-six, very muscular and in great shape. I had to force myself not to stare at his chest when he removed his jacket earlier, the way his shirt is form-fitting and what is underneath may be something only a few can obtain; I can’t wait to see and touch it. His answer to dancing with me is the same response. He grins wickedly, shakes his head no, then his eyes scan my body.
I walk back to the table and lean over him to grab water. He growls, and I see he is looking down the deep V in my dress. I smile, I didn’t do it on purpose but I will use it to my advantage. I take a sip of ice water, stare at him, and slowly lick my lips.
He gives me a dimpled smile. God, I’m so going to fuck his brains out tonight. My thoughts must be written all over my face because his eyes change. They become hooded.
“Would you like to leave and have a drink up in my suite, Nola?”
I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”
Duke
I escort Nola to the restroom in the lobby to freshen up before we go up to my suite. It’s taken every ounce of control I have to control the urge to put my hands on her. I wanted to touch her, lick each taste of a new drink off her lips. I wanted to dance up behind her when she stood at the balcony, letting her feel what her swaying long, dark, thick hair and sweet little, firm, heart-shaped ass was doing to me.
I walk by the registration desk, and the young woman, Beth, behind the desk smiles and blushes. Jesus fucking Christ. No wonder this place has a high turnover rate. It’s being run by recent college grads who are young and attractive but have no plans on making a career in hospitality. It’s a good thing I kept my hands to myself tonight. I did break a rule when I allowed myself the small kiss and touch to her lips in our dark corner. The new owner moved in a week ago and already hanging on a woman at the bar. Not the impression I’ll let myself set.
Goddamn, Nola walks out of the bathroom. I watch her; she’s checking her phone. I need to get her upstairs so I can touch her soft, sweet little body and finally get her up against me.
Looking up from her phone, she stumbles. But she quickly catches herself and giggles.
I take hold of her elbow and smile because I see the blush on her pale skin. “I thought you said you could hold your liquor. At least that’s what you claimed earlier before you sampled every cocktail on their menu.” My lips twitch playfully, letting her know I’m teasing.
“Pfffff, shut up, I didn’t sample every single one. I’m wobbly but nowhere near drunk.” She giggles. I put my hand on her lower back to steady her. She smiles — goddamn, she’s pretty. She leans up against my side. She’s shorter than anyone I’ve ever dated, and her features are small and soft. I pull her into my side, liking that she feels good up against me. Her whole body fits underneath my arm, and I squeeze her up against me. I don’t look around to see if the young woman behind the desk is watching this interaction. I won’t let this slip-up happen again, but tonight, for whatever reason, I don’t give a fuck.
The elevator opens, and we walk in. It’s after midnight, and the hotel lobby is quiet. I press the top floor button. Nola looks up at me, leans onto her tiptoes, and brushes my lips with a kiss. With her licking her lips all night and watching her swing and sway her gorgeous ass dancing to the band in the club downstairs, I’m past needing her lips on mine, and her legs wrapped around me.
I groan into her mouth and bend to get my hands on her ass. The elevator stops on the top floor. There are only two suites up here, and I know we’re finally alone. I lean down and scoop her up into my arms.
“Wrap your legs around me, Nola.”
“God yes, Duke.”
She wiggles her dress up her legs, hops up, wraps her legs around me, and moans the second she makes contact with my hardness. Her legs tighten around me, and she grinds herself down.
I enter the code into the door pad, and we barely get inside before my hands find her naked, bare ass.
“Fuck, you’ve been naked underneath the whole night.”
She leans back from kissing my neck; she licks her lips and unties the bows holding up her dress on each shoulder. Fuck, she’s so small, sexy, and fucking hot with how tightly she’s wrapped around me. I suck a nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the pert rosy nipple. I nearly come in my pants when she roughly grabs a handful of my hair, grinds herself down, bites my lips, and declares, “Duke, tonight I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
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