
Today I'm excited to welcome one of my partners in the new
Cougar Club blog, Sam Cheever! Her sexy cougar story is burning up the sales charts at
Aspen Mountain Press. Here's a little about Sam:
Award winning author Sam Cheever mixes a little fun, a little adventure, and a little real-life spice to create her sexy stories. Sam’s books are fun, fast paced, and rife with challenges to be overcome. To their credit, Sam’s characters deal admirably with everything she throws at them. But, more importantly, they don’t let anything dampen their zest for life and sweet, hot love!
To find out more about Sam and her work, please pay her a visit at any one of the following online hot spots: her website; her author page on Facebook; her MySpace page; or her blog. Sam also contributes to a Cougar Club Blog, where you can stop in and visit with the authors and readers of The Cougar Club and learn more about the series and the Cougar world. She always loves to chat with readers.
Blurb:
Classy and shy, the last thing Felicia Jeffries wants is to sit in a crowded bar with a bunch of drunk women, stuffing twenty dollar bills down the thongs of sexy young men on stage. The last thing she expects is to find herself incredibly drawn to one of those sexy young men. And the last thing she needs is to deal with the consequences.But deal she will. Because the alternative is unthinkable...losing the heart and body of Bris Holcomb, uber-sexy exotic dancer, popular yoga instructor, and the man who’s grabbed her heart and won’t let go.Now, for a taste of Bris:
The music changed, becoming even more heated, deeper and sensual. The pulse of it beat in her veins, changing the tempo of her heartbeat. She stared at the floor, panicked and terrified.A long, muscular pair of legs appeared in front of her. Thankfully they were clad in well worn jeans.The jeans had holes in them.Lots of holes.Some of them in extremely strategic places.Her gaze faltered at the juncture of two muscular, denim-clad thighs where the crotch of the jeans should have been. What was there instead was a hole, frayed at the edges, and a silky yellow patch of fabric sporting a road runner in the center.Felicia looked into a pair of sparkling blue eyes, fringed in thick dark-gold lashes.He was laughing at her reaction to his road runner. He winked at her and her heart, literally, thumped against her chest.Suddenly a large, square hand appeared in front of her face.The crowd went crazy. They screamed and started chanting again. At first Felicia couldn’t hear what they were saying, but soon she realized they were chanting, “Go for it!”She tried to lean back, away from the hand, but Sis wasn’t gonna let her get away with that. She grabbed Felicia’s arm and pulled her out of her chair. Before Felicia knew what was happening the hunk on the stage had grabbed her hand and she was pulled onto the stage with him.She hit his broad, naked chest with an undignified “umph!” and felt the jolt to her system through her whole body.The first thing she noticed was his scent. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. He was all warm musk overlaid by clean sweat and something that she couldn’t quite identify which reminded her of hot sex.The next thing she noticed was the smooth warmth of his naked chest. His well-formed pecs were right in front of her nose, a small triangle of dark gold hairs nestled between them.He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body into his, swaying to the decadent pulse of the music. Felicia held herself stiffly in his arms at first, but the combination of hot, sexy man and the throbbing beat of the music quickly overcame her natural resistance and her muscles softened, molding to his.She closed her eyes and swayed with him, feeling every hard line of his long body against hers. His hands slid over her back and shoulders, soothing, caressing, until her muscles felt like the softest butter under his fingers.Felicia’s hands moved over his body, sliding across his narrow waist, up his sides, and across his broad chest. They trailed past the strong shoulders and thick neck, to a square jawed face with just the hint of dark gold stubble across it.The room erupted as he lowered his head and laid his lips over her throat.