The term gained popularity in 2001 book when Valerie Gibson published a book called Cougar: A Guide for Older Women Dating Younger Men. Since then, movies, books, a tv show, and even a reality show have explored the subject of cougars and their "cubs."
So that's the purpose of this blog, ladies -- to celebrate the cougar! Here's a sneak peek at my Cougar Club release, The Cowboy and the Cougar, available at Aspen Mountain Press.
A hot time with a gorgeous youngcowboy is just what the doctor ordered for forty-year-old Holly Taylor. But after a night of amazing passion, she leaves discreetly. Life has other plans for her at the moment.
After the best sex of his life, single father Jack Sherwood isn’t ready to give up his mystery woman. When he runs into her several months later, he’s relentless in his pursuit, and he doesn’t care a whit about their eleven year age difference.
Holly’s life has taken a new course since her first meeting with Jack, and she’s convinced she’s not what he and his adorable son need. Can her new friends at The Cougar Club persuade her to stop running? Or will she lose the best thing to ever happen to her?
"I don't think I'm going home tonight," she said. "I think I feel like a room. A suite maybe. A jacuzzi suite."
The cowboy's full lips curved into a grin, and his fingers tensed on her forearm. "Are you asking for company?"
Holly's heart fluttered, but she steadied herself despite the two martinis. She wasn't drunk. It took more than two drinks to get her tipsy. All signals from the man said go. She hadn't had sex in a while. Damn, had it been two years now?
She was forty. Forty and alone, with no one to hold her and comfort her as she cried about what was to come.
She didn't have to be alone tonight.
Tonight, she could escape, albeit temporarily, and make love to a hot younger man. If he were willing, which he seemed to be.
She pushed her empty martini glass toward the bartender, and then covered his hand which still warmed her arm. His hands were as beautifully formed as the rest of him. Long thick fingers that would feel really good in lots of places. The soft hair on his knuckles tickled her.
Why not get straight to the point? She met his dark gaze. "If I were asking for company, would you be up for it?"