Today I’m interviewing Samantha Kane. Sam writes erotic romance for Ellora’s Cave. She’s got an historical series called Brothers In Arms, about veterans of the Peninsular War, as well as a WWII and a science fiction romance. But what I really want to talk to her about is her new contemporary story, Play It Again, Sam, part of the new multi-author series Cougar Challenge. You see, that book is about ME. Yep, that’s right. It’s about my very own personal cougar romance.Let’s start at the beginning, which was RomantiCon, Ellora’s Cave’s recent convention. I met a group of ladies there, standing at the bar ogling the gorgeous EC cover models, and we bonded. And one of the things we bonded over was our love of younger men. Let’s face it, they’re sexy as hell, have stamina out the ying yang, and are just plain fun to look at. Especially without their clothes. (See examples below.)
Together we started a blog called Tempt The Cougar. I know, isn’t that a great name? And we like to post eye candy and lament the lack of younger men, and romance in
general, in our lives. Well, we used to do that. Until I challenged all of my friends, myself included, to go out there and find a younger man to fulfill our fantasies. Having issued the challenge, I felt it was my duty to get the ball rolling. So with a vague, and in hindsight not very good plan, I set out to find a younger man. Not the man of my dreams, just a likely prospect for some incredibly hot sex. Guess what? I found that and more!! LOLSo I posted about my adventures at Tempt The Cougar and the very next day I heard from none other than Samantha Kane. Wanting to know if she could write my story. Was she kidding?! Needless to say I jumped on that idea. Not just because the whole story is funny, and extremely sexy, but because I wanted other women my age, (I’m 38 by the way), to know that there is life after divorce, or at 40 (I’m close enough to count.)
Sam: Um, hello? I thought this was supposed to be an interview about me.Monica: Well, I had to give them some background, didn’t I? They have no flipping clue who I am, after all.
Sam: Okaaayyy. So, first question?
Monica: How old are you?
Sam: What? **thunks head on desk** I have that posted right on my website, you know. I’m forty-two.
Monica: Oh, man. What was that like, the dreaded 4-0?
Sam: No biggee. Seriously. I was like, so what, I’m forty. Big deal. I didn’t feel any
different than I did at 39. But then I hit forty-one. And suddenly I was IN MY FORTIES. That was the tough one.Monica: So that’s when you became obsessed with younger men?
Sam: I what? Wait a minute! You’re the one with a younger boyfriend, not me. My husband of thirteen years is 10 months older than I am. Not that I don’t find some younger men attractive, but I’ve always been a sucker for weathered and experienced. I’ll still take Bruce Willis and Jimmy Buffett over any younger man out there.
Monica: Wow. You don’t get out much, do you?
Sam: Excuse me?
Monica: I mean, as soon as I walked into that bar and saw Sam I felt like I’d been hit smack right between the eyes by a wall of gorgeous. Hot, blond, young, built, with a world-class ass. You don’t see that on your average geezer.
Sam: You are so incredibly shallow I’m embarrassed for you.
Monica: Right back at ya. But seriously, I was tongue-tied. And then he introduced himself and we talked for hours and I realized he was more than just an incredibly hot guy. He has the total package, you know? Funny, sweet, good-looking, smart, and holy mackerel is he a master of the bedroom arts. Whew!
Sam: You are completely unfamiliar with the notion of TMI, aren’t you?
Monica: You know, Sam, for an erotic romance writer you’re pretty white bread. Tell us about that.
Sam: Well, I grew up in the mid-west, the youngest of four kids. I had your typical, fairytale, white bread, wholesome upbringing. My parents are still wringing their hands over what went wrong. ;-) I was always breaking tradition and ignoring boundaries, and when I began writing romance I naturally gravitated toward erotic romance. But you’re right. I am a little bit conservative for an erotic romance writer. Which may sound kind of funny, since I’ve written mostly ménage up to this point.
Monica: Um, Sam, in case you’ve forgotten, my story is a ménage, too.
Sam: Well, yes it is Monica. Although, Sam and Josh do not have a physical relationship, which makes your story slightly different from my Brothers In Arms, for instance, which is m/m/f. Sam and Josh were hotter than the sidewalk in July when they took you to bed and fulfilled your fantasies, however. You are one very lucky woman.Monica: And don’t I know it! But it was always Sam for me, from the very start. Josh is an absolute sweetie, and he’s Sam’s best friend, but we never clicked on an emotional level.
Sam: I hope I got that across in your book, Monica. Did you know that your friends from the blog are going to have their stories published by EC, too? I told some of my writer friends about you guys, and they wanted to tell all your stories. As a matter of fact, Edie’s story is coming on November 11, and it was written by Lynne Connolly. Other stories will be coming from writers Dalton Diaz, Desiree Holt, Mari Carr, Mari Freeman and Ciana Stone.
Monica: OMG! That’s fabulous. You know, when we met we were all at different
crossroads in our life, although we didn’t know it. The blog and our friendship really helped us all go out and start living again. You know the old cliché, forty isn’t fatal.Sam: LOL No, it isn’t. You know my last child and my first book were both born when I was 39. My forties so far have been the best decade of my adult life. I wouldn’t trade them for anything.
Monica: What a great way to end the interview!! I hope I didn’t take over. But, to make amends for my blabber mouth, I’m going to decorate this interview with some of my favorite pictures from Sam’s blog and website. (Most of these guys are all younger. I’m just sayin’. She may deny it, but we all know she loves younger men as much as we do.) And an excerpt from her book. I picked a hot one. This is one of my favorite memories. Enjoy!
Monica Allen has always been attracted to younger men. She even married one. But after the divorce, she thought she was through with them for good. Then she meets a group of ladies at RomantiCon, and they form a blog celebrating younger men, Tempt the Cougar.
After another lonely Friday night, Monica challenges her friends to each find a younger man to make their fantasies come true. She doesn’t have to marry him—been there, done that, threw away the t-shirt. But for a night of hot sex? Hell yes.
But Sam Lincoln refuses to be just a fantasy. He’s a graduate student with a yen for older women and he may have just found the one to make his own fantasies come true. With a little help from his roommate Josh, Sam fulfills Monica’s deepest desires. Can he convince this sexy cougar to give him a chance at happily ever after?
It didn’t take long to get undressed. Monica sighed with regret at how little attention was paid to her new black, cougar lingerie in comparison to how much it cost. All Josh and Sam seemed to care about was getting her naked. Okay, maybe that wasn’t so bad. As Sam crawled toward her on the bed with a determined glint in his eye, she was actually sure that was pretty darn good.
“Mine,” Sam said in a voice that defied anyone to argue with him. Monica gulped. She had absolutely no intention of arguing. She was so his. So totally, absolutely, embarrassingly his that she was a little worried. This was all for fun, right? She shook off her unease. It was part of the game. She was into what they were playing. She’d had no idea at the bar that Sam would be like this. That he’d be so dominant when it came to sex. Or that Josh apparently had a submissive streak.
She smiled at Sam like a cat at the canary. “Yours,” she said, adding slyly, “first.”
“Yes,” Josh murmured triumphantly from his corner of the bed. He smiled back at Monica.
Sam watched the exchange. Without saying a word he reached out and pressed his hand against her cunt, one finger gliding through the moisture there. Monica moaned and clutched the sheets as her hips bucked into his touch. Sam just rubbed that finger on her until they could all hear how wet she was. “For me,” he said.
Monica couldn’t deny it. “For you,” she gasped.
Sam’s smile was predatory and made Monica shiver with desire. God, she had no idea she’d like a man like this so much—a take-charge, take-no-prisoners, fuck-you-blind kind of man. She felt her feminist side blush guiltily as her slutty side rolled around in her submission like a cat in catnip.
Sam pushed his finger inside her and Monica met the breach with a thrust of her hips, driving him deeper. Her back arched. “Oh, that feels so good,” she purred. “It’s been so long since I’ve had something that doesn’t run on batteries in there.”
Josh laughed and moved closer to them as Sam lay down next her, draping his leg over one of hers, preventing her from spreading her legs wider. “Keep them close,” he whispered. “It makes you tighter.”
She clenched on his finger inside her. “Mmm,” he murmured nuzzling from her ear to her mouth. “Yeah, Blue Eyes, just like that.”
He kissed her then. It was a good thing, because she’d been about to demand that he kiss her. All right, she admitted to herself, beg him. She’d been about to beg him to kiss her. And it was worth begging for. He ate at her mouth as if it were a delicacy. She’d never had anyone kiss her like that, as if her taste, texture, everything was the most delectable thing they’d ever had. She just about melted into the bed when he tenderly licked the corners of her mouth. It was crazy, but for some reason it made her weak and wild at the same time. As if he knew how much she liked it, he did it again.
And that was it. That was why she liked this game so much. Because it was all about her. All about what she wanted, what she liked, what she needed. Sam was attuned to every nuance of her reactions, somehow anticipating what she’d need before she even realized it. He hadn’t been lying earlier when he’d said that watching her live out her fantasies was his fantasy, not if his actions were to be believed. She could tell he liked ordering them around. But so far all that he’d asked had been for her pleasure. Oh, yes, she liked this game a lot.
He was fucking her so deliciously with that finger. She fucked it back, fucked him back, the anticipation of fucking his cock burning her up inside. Suddenly she felt fuller, a pinch of stretch and it burned a little. She broke the kiss on an indrawn breath, one knee pulling up as the other remained trapped under Sam’s leg.
Sam’s fingers stopped moving in her and he just lay there pressing them inside. He’d added another, that was what she’d felt. “Are you okay?” he asked quietly, his mouth still so close to hers she felt the words on her lips.
She nodded. “I…it just surprised me a bit.”
He began to move his fingers again. It felt good again, the burn gone. “You’re tight, sweet thing. How long has it been?”
She bit her lip as he thrust a little harder, a little deeper.
“Answer me.” His voice had gone all deep and sharp again. She shivered, anticipation and arousal building.
“Over a year. Since before he left.” She hated to admit that. Hated to admit that no one had wanted to fuck her for over a year.
“He was a moron.” That was Josh.
Monica huffed out a laugh. “His new wife doesn’t think so.” She turned to look at Josh and smiled. “But you’re right. He is a moron. Because he never, ever made me feel like this.”
“That’s all I want,” Sam growled into her neck, “to make you feel like this. Better than this.” His fingers drove into her again and she moaned as her back arched again. “Good?” he rasped in her ear.
“So good,” she said in a voice that sounded suspiciously like she might cry. But only because it felt so good. So amazing.
“Don’t ever waste your time on morons, again, Monica,” Josh told her, leaning down and kissing her shoulder. “Not when we can make you feel so good.”
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