Thursday, January 17, 2013

Naughty Hot Shots Giveway!

Naughty Hot Shots - Taming The Cougar by Cree Walker - Click Image to Close
Okay folks, the big day is almost here. My very first Naughty Hot Shots, erotic comedy, Taming the Cougar will officially be out on January 24th! I’m really excited about this one because this is not only my first non-paranormal publication but it is also my first to center on comedy as well as erotica. Here’s the blurb…

Lynn is a thirty something single woman who’s just inherited her great aunt’s crumbling old Victorian. Lynn has a lot of work to do before the old place is ready to be called a bed and breakfast and her eyes are on the prize. Unfortunately her eyes are also firmly glued to the posterior of her twenty-one year old foundation expert John Dillard. She finds herself drawn to the younger man like a moth to a flame. Lynn decides that if she is a cougar, she isn’t a very good one but John has other plans and they involve a little game of chase.

And because I like you all, the first page…just too wet your taste buds.

I’ve never thought of myself as a cougar. For one thing, I’m only thirty-one. But when I think of older women who date younger men, I think of women who have too much money, too much plastic surgery and far too much time on their hands. I think of recent divorcรฉs who want desperately to fulfill some secret fantasy about the feel of a young man in his prime satisfying her in hers. I realize the science of it. Women reach their sexual peak in their thirties and forties, while men top out in their late teens and early twenties.

 But, science had very little to do with me standing in my bathroom, peeking out the small window through a set of mini-blinds at my recently hired mason, John. He couldn’t have been more than twenty-one, which made me a decade older, and as far as I was concerned, my thoughts were putting me in cougar territory.

 I wondered what my mother would think. She’d been complaining about my lack of marital status since I’d graduated from college. Just a week ago, she started talking to me about freezing my eggs like Celine Dion. She said she’d read an article about a woman’s ovaries drying up like raisins as soon as our early thirties, but when the son of Dillard & Son Masonry and Ground Tech bent over to retrieve a fallen tool, I had a hard time believing I owned anything dry below the belt.

 I bravely reached out and lifted one of the slats on the blinds to get a better view of the proceeding, when he stood up quickly. I jumped back, but my ring caught in the blind and I ripped the whole thing off the window, exposing me for the weird little pervert I was.

 He looked at the window before flashing me a bright smile and a wave. I giggled nervously and waved back, but he’d already turned his back to resume whatever task he was being paid for.

 I looked down at my cat, Dug. Dug was judging me the way cats do, as he sat on the closed lid of the toilet. His squinty-eyed look said it best. Stop ogling the kid and make me breakfast.

 I sighed, but stopped as I passed the bathroom mirror. I inspected the damage. I didn’t have wrinkles…yet. My lips were still full and pouty, and my complexion was good except for one little age spot I was currently calling a freckle. My hair was long, dark and straight; I have a high forehead, high cheekbones, and almond eyes that still get many compliments. I visually worked my way down and turned sideways in the mirror. My ass was still unbeaten by gravity and so were my boobs for the most part. I cupped them and lifted them a little higher, but I’d never really paid much attention to their exact placement in the past. I sucked in my cheeks and gave myself a kissy face in the mirror while still holding my boobs, when suddenly there was a tapping on the glass. I shrieked and jumped, startled by the unexpected interruption. Embarrassment set in almost immediately at being caught doing what I was.

 There stood my mason, grinning at me through the glass. “I need to ask you something.”

 I giggled again and tried to convince myself that he wasn’t laughing at me. He hadn’t seen me primping in the mirror and he hadn’t caught me staring at his ass either. By the time I got to the door I’d nearly convinced myself that I wasn’t a complete loser.

Let me know what you think! Those who comment before midnight Jan 17th will be entered to win a free copy of Taming the Cougar from and for those of you who don’t want to risk not winning and pre-order Taming the Cougar at midnight January 23rd, post the order number in the comment section of this post and you will be entered to win 5 free Naughty Hot Shots of your choosing!