Hi everyone! It’s the first day of my blog tour and I am super excited to kick things off here in Roxanne’s Realm. I was out of the country on vacation for the past month taking a language course in Berlin, Germany and I’m raring to go. I always feel so refreshed after coming back from vacation, you will have to excuse me if I ramble. Anyway, if any of you have ever read my “About The Author” info you know that I love to travel and that I use other countries as settings for my stories. I definitely think I will have to use one of Germany’s Christmas Markets as the meeting spot for a couple of characters someday.
Many authors have favorite things they like to write about in their books.
My top three are:
1. Having unusual or exotic settings
2. Characters with unusual careers
3. Exploring/pushing the outer limits of culture or potential
What you will get with Man Candy can be found in category three. Man Candy was one of those stories that I just had to tell and I’m really glad it found a home with Evernight Publishing. Women who are “cougars” seem to be such an everyday phenomenon now.
But, I thought, there has to be more behind it than just a crazy need for sex. For women there are so many emotions tied in to intimacy. I wondered what it must have been like for these women the first time they ventured into having sex with a younger man.
And that’s what this book is all about. It is Ava’s first time with a man fifteen years younger than she is.
I hope you all enjoy the journey with her!
The Cougar Journals
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Date of Publication: January 9, 2015
Word Count: 13692
Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs
Book Trailer: N/A
Commercial real estate agent, Ava Baldassari, is done with being a good girl. Recently having revamped her self-image, home and wardrobe she finds there is one thing left that needs updating; her sex life.
She runs into her friend and running partner, Cole, one night when she is out with a friend. A bit drunk she flirts with him and is surprised by the enthusiastic response he gives back.
Things reach a point where she has to make a decision whether or not to cross a line she never has before.
Ava is forty and Cole is twenty-five, is she really ready to become a cougar?
And then I saw a guy in black pushing his way through the crowd. He held a flashlight overhead and flicked it to and fro trying to clear a path. It wasn’t until he was right next to me that I realized it was Cole. He towered over me, his lips parted in a bright white smile.
“Oh my god! Cole! There you are,” I squealed and hugged him.
“Hey, Ava!” he said, swooping me up in an exuberant hug.
My breath whooshed out as my feet left the floor and I was cocooned in male muscle. When had he gotten so built? It was like being enfolded simultaneously by all the models in the latest issue of Muscle Magazine. I remembered staring at Cole’s butt often enough during our group runs— his was particularly round and tight— but how had I failed to notice the rest? My heartbeat quickened as it registered how nice it felt to have my breasts pressed against him.
“It’s good to see you,” he said, giving me an extra squeeze that made me giggle, before setting me down.
He wore a black cap backwards on his head and a gray t-shirt that hugged his muscles. His jaw was shadowed with the dark growth of stubble and his blue eyes twinkled at me with warmth. Cole looked different somehow from when I saw him in our running group; taller, with a hint of danger. But maybe it just seemed that way because we were standing so close and he was wearing black.
“I was in the back and glimpsed you at the door so I radioed TJ to let you guys in. Sorry I wasn’t able to answer your text. It’s a little nuts in here as you can see.”
His t-shirt was tight in that complimentary way that made his biceps look tasty and he wore jeans that had seen better days. But the frayed edge looked cool over his work boots. Instead of detracting from his looks it added to them in a way that was uniquely male.
“Thanks,” I said, “We tried dropping your name but that didn’t get us anywhere. Looks like you radioed at just the right time.”
Cole laughed. It was a throaty chuckle that always sent shivers down to my toes.
Bree turned around from the bar with two drinks in her hand. “Vodka tonic,” she said handing a plastic cup to me.
“Thanks,” I told her. “Bree, this is Cole.”
“Hey,” she said. Her eyes widened and she looked him up and down.
“Nice to meet you,” Cole said shaking her hand. Then he pressed his fingers to the piece in his ear and looked at us apologetically. “Sorry, I have to go. But I’ll be back around. Instead of the door they have me bouncing tonight.”
“No problem at all,” I said.
We both watched as he walked away, lifting the flashlight back up over everyone’s heads to clear the aisle as he went. The edge of his shirt lifted from his raised arm and we got a good look at his jeans-clad butt before the crowd blocked our view.
About the Author:
Jewel Quinlan had an abundant imagination and a strong desire to write novels from a young age. She particularly enjoys writing paranormal and fantasy romance but also writes contemporary as well.
An avid traveler, she has visited fifteen countries so far (which she enjoys using as settings in her novels) and has plans to see more of the world. She has a particular fondness for Bavaria and studies the German language as one of her hobbies.
During the day, she works as a pharmaceutical sales representative and, at night, she writes romance. She currently lives in Orange County, California with her dog Penny.
For more information about Jewel Quinlan