Hi there! My name is Elizabeth Winters, also known as Elle, but only to my lover, Kevin Springer. For interview purposes, I’ll be EW here. I’ve just put the cart before the horse, haven’t I? LOL! I should have told you first that I’m one of the grateful members of the Tempt the Cougar blog who took Monica Allen up on her issued Cougar Challenge. All of the ladies on the blog have been so supportive. It’s wonderful to have a group of women who completely understand what makes me tick, and what to say to rev me back up when I get down. See, I went 41 years without realizing how good sex could be…

Anyway, I thought it would be really cool to interview the author who told my story, Dalton Diaz (DD). It’s actually our story, mine and Kevin’s, but he couldn’t be here. I wouldn’t let him come. See, he has a little problem with Ms Diaz being so open about our private moments.

DD: What? I told you guys from the beginning that Winters’ Thaw is an erotic story.

EW: He’s a guy. He had no idea his feelings would be hung out there, too. By the way, what’s with the title? Winters’ Thaw? That implies I was frigid. Not nice. I’m a nurse, and I’ve always felt I’m a very compassionate person.

DD: You are. Lots of compassion, just not any come passion. (Pause to listen to crickets chirp.) Wow, tough crowd. Would it help to know that my mother came up with the book title?

EW: Your mother named your erotic book? Huh. I’m a little jealous. I can’t imagine my mother reading one, let alone naming it. Anyway, back to airing our personal business. Kevin and I think it only fair that you spill a few personal facts about yourself. You told all of our secrets and now it’s your turn. What can you tell us about yourself that no one else knows?

DD: Um. I’m an Aquarius.

EW: Really? That’s it? I seem to recall your description of a very personal conversation Kevin and I had about losing our virginity, among other things…

DD: Ok, ok, I get it. I wasn’t going to say anything, but there are a few similarities to my own life in your story, Elizabeth.

EW: (sitting up straight) Now you’re talking!

DD: Well, I met my husband in a bar, and he was the bass player in a band made up of engineers.

EW: Do tell! That was literal, by the way. Keep going…

DD: (Sigh) Fine. I have an ex with a very similar name.

EW: Ah. And what’s in a name, and all that. I’m sorry. Obviously, I’ve been there.

DD: That’s all I’m going to say on the subject, other than admitting I had more fun writing those scenes than I should have. Don’t give me that look! I’ve been happily remarried for almost 20 years. Besides, you wouldn’t be the woman Kevin is falling in love with if you hadn’t gone through what you did with Phil.

EW: Did you just say that Kevin is falling in love with me?

DD: (Rolling eyes) Hellooo? Have you seen the way he looks at you? It’s the same goofy look you get on your face when you look at him. Not the look when you guys are naked, though. There’s nothing goofy about that one. Wait, except that first time, when you tripped trying to-

EW: Nobody here needs that rehash, thank you! I have to get to work, but I heard you’re going to post a link to the Tempt the Cougar blog and an excerpt from the book, Elle and Kevin’s Excellent Adventure.

DD: Nice try. And that’s a horrible name for an erotic story. The book is called Winters’ Thaw. It isn’t out yet and I don’t know the exact date of release, but it will be third in the Cougar Challenge series. To find out more about all of the books and all of the fabulous characters and authors, go to www.TempttheCougar.com You should also stay check in every day for a new interview right here on Selena’s blog. Thank you for having us, Selena!

For more on Dalton Diaz, go to www.DaltonDiaz.com, and as an added bonus, I posted my list of quirky facts today on www.TheQuirkyLadies.com

Dalton's Inspiration for Kevin:

Winters' Thaw Blurb:

Forty-one and divorced, Elizabeth Winters is determined to figure out what the big deal is about sex. Research brings six incredible women into her life, and a blog challenge is born. She's going to meet all of her needs with a younger man, if she can let her inner feline out to play.

Thirty-year-old Kevin Springer loves solving puzzles, and “Elle” has him aching to fit the pieces. She's hiding something, and he's determined to get it out of her. Especially when he realizes he wants more than her offered no strings attached wild weekend.

Which brings us to the excerpt. I’m happy to share, but please keep in mind that this is unofficial and unedited.

Winters’ Thaw Excerpt, coming soon to Ellora’s Cave www.JasmineJade.com

“I’m exercising my option for another question. You have an incredibly talented mouth, Elle. Did either lover ever bring you to orgasm with their tongue?”

Oh! Was he saying he wanted to do that? From the look on his face, he sure did. She couldn’t quite get her “talented” tongue to work, so she shook her head no. He made a strangled sound, as though cutting off a groan.

She had brought up her frustration with oral sex on the blog, and the other women had convinced her it was all in the technique. In other words, her lovers had sucked at it. One of them literally, and not in a good way.

This was something she felt good about trying, especially with Kevin. She had a feeling he knew what he was doing.

Oh god, it was finally going to happen for her!

Except he didn’t ease between her legs as she expected. When she felt his hot breath right there it was because he had simply kept going down her body, taking the covers with him until he had his legs neatly wrapped around hers. She couldn’t spread her legs for him if she wanted to.

The first probe of his warm wet tongue barely penetrated her pussy, followed by a quick retreat. She held her breath for it to come back, but he only licked and nipped at the tops of her closed thighs. It was nice, but—

With no warning he buried his mouth deep in the vee he’d created, using his tongue to lap and retreat, over and over until she thought she’d go mad.

He tasted and savored, leaving no question that he liked what he discovered. She tried to lift her hips, wanted to spread her legs to give him better access, but he held her steady at the hips with his big hands.

The second she cried out he changed his technique. Now there were deep probing French kisses along with long slow licks that studiously avoided her clit. His mouth molten silk, his tongue following to stroke everywhere he touched. It was the most incredible, yet the most frustrating thing she’d ever felt.

“Kevin, please!” She needed that focus on her clit. Dammit, she was so close.

“Will you come for me?” he growled.

“Yes! Please!”

He didn’t release her. She nearly screamed her frustration when his arms wrapped completely around her hips, tightening like a vise.

She opened her mouth to beg again, sure he didn’t understand how close she was.

Pure liquid heat engulfed her clit. The only sound she managed was a surprised, “Oh!” and then her world spun like a vortex. Her hands flew between her legs to clutch his head, her fingers buried in his hair.

That soft probing tongue abruptly became direct and relentless, flicking her clit so rapidly she couldn’t catch her breath. Her belly convulsed and a tidal wave of pleasure swept through her body.

The sounds that tore from her throat still echoed in the room when another convulsion hit, even harder than the first. “Oh my god!”

He didn’t let go of her, didn’t ease up on her clit. Each flick of his tongue made her spasm and come so hard the bed shook from her efforts to move and his to hold her still.

At last he released her clit, though he still held her hips. His blissful groan mixed with her harsh gasps for breath as he went back to long licks and probing laps between her thighs.

The urge to curl up in a ball had passed by the time he unwound himself from her body. Kevin was moving around, but she didn’t have the energy to open her eyes to see what he was up to. Her body felt so hot and heavy and god help her, if there were even the slightest breeze in the room she’d come again. No wonder empires were built and lost on this stuff.

She didn’t even care what kind of picture she presented at the moment, laying on her back with her arms flung wide. She felt like one very satisfied throbbing block of pure lead.

Orgasms ruled!

“Don’t fall asleep on me, Elle. Christ, not now.”

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