Just only one good man, but two???

Be careful what you wish for, right? No sooner did I say I wanted to find a man and accept the Challenge and I've got TWO men walking in my door. Turns out they are friends of my best friend's fiance and here to stand up for him at the wedding.

But my problem now is not finding a younger man I could be attracted to, but choosing only ONE! Both men are absolutely to-die-for scrumptious and heaven knows if either one is even available, let alone open to a short romp with an older lady. Both of them are now upstairs sleeping. (I did tell you that I run a Bed and Breakfast here in town, didn’t I? I use it whenoften, especially with folks who are coming into town for the weddings I plan need a place to hang their hatsing in and out of town for the weddings I plan.)

But ALL suggestions for what to do are so welcome!

One Man of My Own? Please!

Dear Cougars, HELP! I've told you how I live in a small ranching town of two thousand--and trust me, I have looked for a man to warm my bed. Old or young, no man lives within shouting distance who thrills me! A young man in my bed sounds like a swell idea. Someone who has the stamina and the energy to give me one heart-pounding night of non-stop love.

But how can I take the Cougar Challenge if I can't find one?

I'm a widow. For five years running. And lonely.

I had a marvelous marriage and I miss my husband. But life goes on...and I feel it's going on without me.

I've read these books. I LOVE this COUGAR CHALLENGE. The women are gutsy, taking their lives into their own hands.

But a younger man?

Come on.

Really?

What can a younger man know what an experienced woman wants?

I like men. I love men. But damn, if I can find one in my one-horse town who appeals to me. Young. Old. Somewhere in between. Nada here in southwest Texas, honey.

And like the song goes, I'm not talking about forever, baby. That would be too demanding. I'm just talking about hooking up and hanging out. I'm just talking about tonight. And heart-pounding, inventive, scrumptious sex.

Are you a lady of a certain age with similar aspirations?

If so, tell me what I do, where I go to find a man with great moves and a love of women who adore sex. Hmm?

Crazy in Texas

Summer of the Cougar

Now available from Ellora's Cave Publishing

With the big four-oh looming, Larissa Cross is more than ready to shed the roles that have defined her and make drastic changes. Gone are the widowed Army wife, soccer mom and empty nester. She's even setting aside the schoolteacher until fall.

A naughty challenge issued by fellow erotic romance booklovers on their blog, Tempt the Cougar, has come at the perfect time and ignited Rissa's competitive drive. It's going to be a glorious summer full of hot younger man lovin' for a new cougar on the prowl. Rawr!

Tattooed and pierced fireman JD Harmon is tempting prey but there's much more to the hunk than his bad boy good looks. A one-night stand isn't in his plans, and sex--no matter how mind-blowing--won't distract him from his goals. JD intends to tame the wicked cougar and stake a claim on her heart.

Help!

Help! I need serious cougar reinforcement and advice.

After my husband died I didn't date and the few affairs I had were conducted away from my kids. Well, my daughter called this morning while JD and I were making breakfast and he answered the phone.

To say Mariah freaked out would be putting it lightly. The darn kid is too smart for her own good. She could tell from his voice that he's younger than me and she connected the dots with relative ease. You have no idea how embarrassing it is to be confronted by your child about your sex life. She threatened to come home or send her brother home to "kick some ass."

I took the cordless phone into the bedroom, JD followed and proceeded to...um, distract me. Mariah knew something was going on. I told her that I'm single and in my prime, and that her father would have wanted me to enjoy life. JD wanted me to tell her about him and proceeded to do wicked things to me with his tongue. I had to end the call before I was moaning into the phone.

It's my own fault for putting this part of my life on hold and never letting the kids see me around men other than family. They just aren't prepared for the reality of mom being human and having sex. Oh Lord, what a mess! The last thing I need is my kids racing home to confront my much younger lover. Yikes! What the heck do I do now? How do I handle this?

Rissa

Do I Kill Rachel Bridges or Hug Her?

Hello. My name is Darci and I’m a cougar. Well, a cougar wannabe. Actually, that’s not right either. Let me start again.

G’day. I’m Darci, I’m Australian and my friend Rachel Bridges just laid down a challenge I can’t possibly refuse. Before I even knew I had a thing for younger men, Rach did (she’s quite intelligent, isn’t she?).

After only a few telephone conversations, Rachel realized what I needed and sent me the best kick up the butt I could ask for (although I’m still in shock that she did *grin*)—an invitation to join this blog and the amazing women on it.

Why the hell can’t a woman in her forties have the best sex of her life with a man in his twenties? Who decided we have to settle for the saggy-bottomed, remote-hogging men of our own age? Why the hell do I feel guilty when I flirt with a younger man?

Enough, I say! I want what society has long said I can’t have, dammit!

Rachel, I accept your challenge. This Cougar Down Under is ready to be tempted.

Darci-Rae

(BTW—I hope you like the pictures of some very delicious Aussie “cubs” I’ve included.)

(BTW, again. Is it PC to use the term “cub” or am I just bowing to the media’s latest manipulation of the English language?)

(BTW, one last time. I babble. A lot. Sorry.)

On The Prowl!

Today is the first official day of summer break and the start of my new life. No more rambunctious fifth graders, classrooms or papers to grade. Robby is off to college for a special summer program and I'm living alone for the first time in my life. Talk about scary!

Sold the house, bought and decorated my new condo, packed up my "teacher" clothes and shopped for a sexy new wardrobe, traded in the minivan for a cherry red convertible and got tattooed. I now have a colorful butterfly on my right hip--just above my bikini line--to symbolize my metamorphosis from Army widow and soccer mom to cougar on the prowl. Rawr!

There is just one thing left on my list--the cougar challenge. Hopefully this will be a summer full of hot lovin' with younger men! I've got eight glorious weeks to play, although I'm not sure how to get started or where to find and stalk my prey. Maybe I'll head to the beach, sip a couple of margaritas and check out the scenery.

Wish me luck ladies!

Rissa

Need a hug!

Hey, Cougars. I’m sniffling over my keyboard. Mark left today. I gave him one hell of a send-off! I’m going to worry about him. I’m going to worry about us, too, and maybe he isn’t the “one”. If it doesn’t work, though, I’m not going to blame it on age. I’m over that bull. We need to spread the word. Cougars of the world, take the challenge! You won’t regret it.

Grace