When Cougar Dates Manwhore
The Cougar Journals #4
by @JewelQuinlan from @EvernightPub
Blurb:
Ava’s
nemesis, John, made his feelings known by suddenly kissing her while they
happened to be on the same cruise. Not just any kiss, but one that triggered a
mind-blowing heat that made her want to learn more about him.
They’ve
now been home for over a week where … nothing happens, making Ava doubt the
signals she thought she’d received. Had the kiss not been as mind-blowing for
him as it was for her? And then, suddenly, he asks her out on a date where she
gets to see the intimate, sexy sides of him, which she really likes.
Maybe
they are a good match for each other after all … or not. She can’t tell. His
actions are so unpredictable that she can’t intuit his motives. Should she
continue to leave the door open or write him off as the manwhore she thinks he
is?
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Excerpt:
“Thanks for dinner. I had a great
time,” I said. It was trite, but they were the only words that came to mind.
“Me, too. You’re welcome.” He stood
with his hands in his pockets and his head tilted, that knowing look in his
eyes. The same one that, at the office, had always driven me the nuts. But,
here in the semi-darkness and privacy of the corridor, it made me blush. There
was something in the intensity of his gaze that made my body prickle in
response. Did he know how many confusing signals were firing inside me right
now? One side of me was greatly tempted to run my hands through his silver-fox
hair, while another waved a red flag and tried to hit the brakes.
“Oh! Thanks for the coat,” I said. I’d
almost forgotten about it. I took it off and handed it to him. “Um, well
goodnight. See you at the office.”
I started to close the door, then
stopped because he continued to stand there with the side of his mouth quirked
up in a grin. It would be awkward to just shut the door in his face. “What?” I
said. Our gazes locked, and my heartbeat sped up as static filled the air
between us.
“You’re not just going to leave me like
this,” John said.
“Like what?”
He stepped forward to lean against the
doorframe, forearm up above his head, his face inches from mine. “Don’t I even
get a goodnight kiss?” he said in a low voice. “I hate to brag, but I think I
behaved pretty well tonight.”
I laughed. “Oh please, you love to
brag. And, yes, you totally surprised me with your unexpectedly chivalrous
behavior. This, however, is more along the lines of what I expected.” I
gestured at him from head to toe. It was as if a tiger stood at my doorstep,
powerful muscles lithe yet still ready to pounce. I had to admit, it was
deliciously arousing to feel his forthright desire. I had a brief flashback of
him by the pool on the cruise. I’d seen what the muscles of his torso were
like, and now I couldn’t help wondering what they would feel like through the
fabric of his shirt.
“So … no kiss?” he said. “Are you sure?
Because I thought there was something between us on the ship. And, even
tonight, I could swear it’s still there. Aren’t you just a little bit curious?”
I shrugged. “Maybe.” I am. I really, really am. But I wasn’t
about to tell him that. Giving a manwhore leverage was just plain dangerous.
“I’m just not sure we should go there right now.” I remained where I was,
refusing to budge. Kissing John would be the wrong move right now. Something in
my gut made me certain of it. It was just one of those instincts that grew more
honed with experience. Like a gazelle sensing a cheetah.
He continued to gaze at me with
interest. Then he straightened, but didn’t move back. “How about a handshake
then? That’s something you do with everyone, so it’s harmless, right?”
I laughed. “True.” I held out my hand
and he grasped it. I did my best to ignore how good his palm felt on mine. As
we shook, I said again, “John, I had a very nice time. Thank you.”
That’s all he would be getting from me
tonight. I stopped shaking his hand, but he didn’t release my fingers. Instead,
he raised my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles, then skimmed his lips in
light nibbles down over my skin toward my wrist. The short stubble on his jaw
gently scraped as he went. And that, combined with the sensation of his firm,
soft lips, made my stomach curl with heat. It was so easy to imagine him
trailing kisses like that all the way along my arm to my breasts. Not just
there, but even lower to the most private part of me… His gaze flicked to my
face and whatever he saw there made his eyes light up with satisfaction. I
didn’t want to give anything away, but I was helpless to control whatever I was
revealing.
About the
Author:
Restless by
nature, Jewel Quinlan is an avid traveler and has visited sixteen countries so
far. Lover of ice cream, beer, and red wine she tries to stay fit when she’s
not typing madly on her computer concocting another tale. In her spare time,
she likes to do yoga, hike, learn German and play with her spoiled Chihuahua,
Penny.
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