Country Minded Cougar (Hot Flash)

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Margaret Nelson, thirty-five year old country music talent agent. Her dream job and she's good. She's got four needy but extremely talented clients. One problem, her boss wants her to take on the newest, hottest rising star to hit Nashville, Lee James. Making him a huge success should be easy. He's gorgeous, sexy and oh-my-God, hot!

Lee James, do your momma proud country boy turned sizzling country star. He's on the fast track to be the biggest thing to hit country music since George Strait. The talent agency hired by his record company to promote him comes with a huge issue—his attraction to his agent. She's beautiful, funny, and smart, but she seems to have this hang up with being older than he is.

No way could Lee be attracted to a woman with cellulite, love handles and sagging breasts or at least that's the way Maggie sees herself. He could have any woman he wants, why her?Can desire this blistering continue to ignite long after their one night of passion?

Author Name: Sandy Sullivan
Author URL: http://www.romancestorytime.com
Author Bio

Sandy Sullivan is a romance author, who, when not writing, spends her time with her
husband Shaun on their farm in middle Tennessee. She loves to ride her horses, play
with their dogs and relax on the porch, enjoying the rolling hills of her home south of
Nashville. Country music is a passion of hers and she loves to listen to it while she writes.

She is an avid reader of romance novels and enjoys reading Nora Roberts, Jude Deveraux
and Susan Wiggs. Finding new authors and delving into something different helps feed
the need for literature. A registered nurse by education, she loves to help people and
spread the enjoyment of romance to those around her with her novels. She loves cowboys
so you'll find many of her novels have sexy men in tight jeans and cowboy boots.


 

ISBN: 978-1-936653-99-7
Cover Artist: Beth Walker
Formats: EPUB, HTML, LIT, MOBI, PDF

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This was an awesome read! The characters are so real and believable from the get go and you can't help but fall for Lee's country boy charm! I like Margaret's inner struggle with the idea someone like Lee could want her. She too is hard not to like.
The sexual tension between the characters was amazing and Sandy does an excellent job in pulling the reader along, waiting for that FINALLY moment!
The only drawback (and my 4 star reason) about the book is that I wish it was longer. These characters are so awesome you just want to see more of them and where things go. But that in no way detracts from how great this book really is.
But it, you won't be sorry!
Date Added: 09/28/2011 by Karen McClive

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Story Excerpt

Lee reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out the card he'd written the name on. Margaret Nelson. Pretty simple, he figured. Probably some high powered woman in her late fifties who'd been around the business for a number of years, but Lee wouldn't allow her or anyone else to change him completely. A country boy at heart, he aimed to stay that way. No amount of sparkly clothes, glittering belt buckles or expensive hats could change him.

"It's now or never, I guess." He tapped the card against the fingers of his left hand and moved into the main floor area to look around. With the general description Steven gave him of Margaret, he figured he could spot her a mile away, especially since Steven said she would be wearing a satin, off-white blouse and blue skirt. In a place like this, she would stand out like a sore thumb.

Wall to wall people crowded the bar. The Wildhorse Saloon always had a crowd in the evenings. It didn't matter what day of the week, a band played or the DJ kept the place rockin'. Several line dancers crowded the wooden dance floor near the stage, with a few couples here and there two-steppin' their way around the edges. Tables lined the rest of the room where you could sit and enjoy a beer, mixed drink or conversation. This is where he expected to find Margaret Nelson.

His gaze swept the tables until it caught on a corner one to his right. Bingo.

Sitting by herself, the woman looked bored and unsure as her gaze moved from person to person, constantly scanning the area. She tapped a long fingernail on the table, apparently irritated with having to wait. The drink she cradled with the other hand hadn't been touched.

Lee moved toward the long bar, ordered a beer and watched her for several minutes while he could judge her without her putting up a front. A person could learn a lot by watching and it was something he did often.

Her brown hair hung to her shoulders in long waves and lay pulled back at the crown of her head in some kind of silver clip. The strands looked soft and shiny with hints of red highlights picked up by the multitude of bar lights swirling around the room. The makeup she wore looked simple, nothing too daring or in your face. The off-white silky blouse hugged her breasts like a lover's hand, molding itself to the soft swell of flesh, but also gave a hint of cleavage where two buttons lay open near her throat. He allowed his gaze to skim further down although the table blocked his view of everything else but her legs and her shoes. Firm calves and three inch pumps bobbed with the beat of the music though it appeared she wasn't aware of the movement. Beautiful. His dick did its own little dance behind the fly of his jeans and he frowned. He didn't normally react to a woman this way. Slow and easy was his style.

The need to see the color of her eyes made him shake his head. He'd find out soon enough when he made his presence known. The two of them would be spending a lot of time together if he allowed this woman to infiltrate his life with her suggestions, photo shoots and the other long list of things required in the business of country music.

His research of the firm and the woman revealed several things. They were top dog in their chosen profession, having been in business for almost twenty years. Margaret Nelson guarded her personal information with an iron fist. Getting anything on her was damn near impossible other than basic stuff. The company of Mega Country Talent helped several people rise to the top of the charts and if his record label wanted him to work with them, so be it, but he'd choose the agent he wanted handling his career. He'd have to learn a little bit more about Margaret Nelson before he handed her the reins. A job he looked forward to more and more with each passing glance at the intriguing woman across the bar.

Tipping the long neck to his lips, he studied her a moment more before ambling toward her, never taking his eyes off her as he drew closer. A quick exhale blew the bangs from her forehead and she frowned. Thoughts zipped across her face in a myriad of emotions, each flashing in her expressive gaze. Her eyes held him spellbound. Dark brown—almost black in color reflected her irritation.

"Hi," he said, pulling out the chair. "Mind if I join you?"

"Actually yes. I'm waiting for someone."

"Maybe you're waitin' for me, darlin'," he said, sliding onto the seat and hooking the heels of his boots on the bottom rung.

One perfectly curved eyebrow shot up over her left eye. God, he loved brown eyed women.

"I doubt it."

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, liking this little game of cat and mouse.

"No, you can't. I told you, I'm waiting for someone. I'm sorry if you thought I came here to pick up a guy and personally…” Her gaze raked over him, taking in everything before her eyes met his again. “You aren't my type."

"What is your type?"

"Business suit, Mercedes, polished until he shines."

Lee tipped the bottle to his lips again, never taking his gaze from her face until he took a long swallow. "Not into a simple guy in worn out jeans, scuffed up boots and a cowboy hat, huh?"

She tucked her hair behind her ear, dropped her gaze to the tabletop, then her glass and back up to meet his eyes. "Listen, you look like a nice guy and I'm sure there are a ton of women in this bar who would love you to pay some attention to them."

"Maybe."

"No, really. I mean I've seen the women glancing in your direction since you sat down with me, but I'm sorry. I do have a business meeting with someone and…" She glanced at her watch. "He's actually running late apparently."

"His loss I guess. My gain." He almost laughed at the expression of intolerance she shot him now. "What's your name, darlin'?"

"What?"

"Your name?"

She looked over his shoulder toward the bar before she answered absently, "Margaret Nelson and you?"

After one more sip of his beer and several long seconds, he replied, "Lee James."

Adult Excerpt

 

Seconds later, her bra loosened and dipped low over her breasts. Embarrassed at the toll gravity had taken on her flesh already, she held the front against her.

"I want to see."

"It's not a pretty sight."

"So says you," he replied, tugging on her hands until they dropped away and her bra fell to the floor. "Oh, Maggie, darlin'. Do you really think these aren't gorgeous?"

"They've started to sag and—"

He stopped her words with his mouth and kissed her until she whimpered before he lifted his head.

"No more talk of age and gravity. You are amazing to look at." Both hands cupped her breasts while his thumbs rasped over her nipples. "I love women with soft curves, rounded breasts, and an ass I can grab onto while I drive my cock into her so hard; she's scooting across the bed. I don't like women who are so skinny, you're afraid to get a little rough because you'll hurt them. I happen to like my sex a little forceful and I plan on ridin' you hard tonight, darlin'. You up for that?"

Her pussy wept with need and she captured her bottom lip between her teeth to forestall the moan on her tongue.

"Are you?" he asked again.

"Oh, God, yes. Being so close to you these last couple of weeks and not touching you or kissing you…"

"I know how you feel. I've wanted to grab you and kiss you until you couldn't breathe, but you kept pushing me away."

"I'm sorry. I've made us both miserable for no reason."

"Sshh," he said, stroking her cheek with his fingers. "It's over now. You're here and I plan on lovin' you all night long."

"Thank God. I don't think I could have stood being away from you anymore."

A warm chuckle left his lips right before he captured her mouth again and pulled her to him. The hair on his chest brushed against her sensitive nipples, bringing the moan she'd thought she suppressed, to the surface.

Desire to have him in her hand drove her to reach inside his pants and cup his cock. Hard as steel, but soft as silk. Lee had an impressive sized cock and she couldn't wait to get it inside her.

"Easy honey. It's been awhile for me." He stopped the movement of her caress. "I'll blow like a rocket, if you keep that up for long."

"Young stud like you is a one hit wonder?"

"Hell no, honey, but I'd rather be inside your tight pussy when it happens, not shooting in your hand," he replied, backing her toward the bed. "And, my mouth is watering to taste you. I want to see if all the juice your spillin' tastes sweet, like you."

His sexy talk had her squeezing her thighs together.

"Uh-uh," he whispered, laying her back before he dropped to his knees on the floor. "Open for me."

She spread her legs and flushed pink thinking about the cellulite clinging to her thighs and butt. Surely he could see every dimple and mark dotting her skin like a connect the dots.

"Can we turn the lights off, please?"

"Nope. I want to see everything."

"But…"

A sharp slap landed on her inner thigh and she yelped.

"I told you, no more talk of imperfections. We all have them. I love everything about you and I want to see all of you."

The press of his hot mouth to the spot where his slap landed cooled the sting. Whimpers spilled from her lips when he nipped at her thigh then moved to the other.

"So sweet. I can smell your arousal and it's driving me crazy," he whispered.

The heat from his breath ruffled the curls over her mound. She lifted her hips, searching for the press of his tongue, but he held her in place with a hand on each hip. One small touch of his tongue and she bucked against his mouth.

"Mmm."

"Please…"

"Tell me what you want, Maggie."

"Your mouth. Your tongue. God, please."

"Like this?" he asked and then licked from slit to clit.

"Yes," she moaned. "More."

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