Something Wicked, Something Immortal

I’m doing something a little different today. I want to talk about paranormal. Dark, Immortal, and sensual. I recently read Erin McCarthy’s, My Immortal. As expected it was fantastic.

I give her5 wicked hearts for the first book in her Seven Deadly Sins series. Ms. McCarthy proves she can weave a damn fine story, no matter the sub-genre. She hooked me with her wit in The Pregnancy Test, but now I’m completely her slave.

Damien is the ultimate tortured hero. He has a past that you wouldn’t imagine. You’ll hate him, love him, hate him, then crave him. He’s deliciously bad and everything I ache for in a hero. Have you read this book yet? Have I convinced you yet? Well, take a second and read the blurb and excerpt, then come back and tell me you aren’t going to run out and buy this story!

Paranormal authors have something that no other author has, a right to write it the way they see it. Sometimes that can make a contemporary or historical author envious. We have to conform to certain rules. Reality has to be ever present when you write and that can be somewhat limiting at times. Well, I discovered when I wrote A Diamond at Midnight that it’s damned exciting to step into the dark world of immortals. Oh, don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t nearly as easy as I thought it would be. Not by a long shot! You basically have to come up with your own world, then you have to be sure stick to the rules of that world. As in Christine Feehan’s Carpathian series, they aren’t the same as humans, so they aren’t going to function in the same way. That can get confusing really fast for an author!

However, Ms McCarty intertwined the past, with the present and she did it was a dark flavor that I thoroughly enjoyed. She took Louisiana and gave it a new coat of paint, in my opinion. I felt like I was there, right along with Damien and Marley. I struggled with Marley as she dealt with her wild and impetuous sister. I despaired with Damien as he carried the shame of a past full of selfishness. I cried for that man’s struggle, I tell ya!

As I turned the last page and sighed, I felt sadness that I’d finished it. Stellar books like that just don’t come along every day. At least they don’t for me. Maybe I’m just that picky. Either way, I need to thank this gifted author for creating a story that breathed new life into the paranormal world. I’m already fixin’ to get Fallen. This is one series I plan to devour!

Bravo, Erin McCarthy, you have yet another winner!

So what is it about these paranormals that we love so much? I've gotten to the point where a regular romance just doesn't cut it anymore. I need that darker, more sensual story in order to feel satisfied. I guess I'm addicted. What about you?

Gimme a kiss!

There is nothing sexier than a really hot kiss. Watch these examples below if you aren't sold on how sexy a kiss can be.





Gives me chills watching these kisses. Holy smokes. A kiss can convey so many feelings, love, passion, attraction, happiness, the list goes on. They make your toes curl, give you a zing when you kiss the right person for the first time. They're the first level of intimacy that most people share and on some levels one of the deepest. A kiss can tell you how someone feels about you, can tell you if the chemistry is there between two people. Sexy, passionate lip locks are one of my very favorite scenes to read and write. There is nothing hotter than that first kiss or that first kiss once you know love is behind it.

What about you? Do you think its all in his kiss? Without too much detail *smile* what is your favorite sexy scene to read or write? Are you a kiss girl like me? It's all about the mouth where I'm concerned. Kisses and sexy bites. YUM!

Gimme Some of Those Silver Foxes!

Who needs a pretty boy when you can check out a Silver Fox? I belong to a group of writers who call themselves "frogs". We're kind of like a sorority but waaay BETTER. The other day some of us were talking about Silver Foxes. Those yummy over-forty men who make our blood heat and our pulses soar. These guys are downright HOT. As our society gets "older" maybe we have a better appreciation for these delicious guys. What is it about them that makes women of all ages daydream not about the current crop of "pretty boys" but about these men who seem to have it all together? I mean, really, who needs Brad and Johnnie when George is flashing that naughty, I've-got-a-delicious-secret smile?

Today it seems the world is geared toward youth. Starletts starve themselves to be in style and the tabloids are full of all the crazy-assed stuff they do, what they wear, how they live (or party). Between you and I, I'm sick of it. Why don't they grow up already? Same with the guys to a certain extent and yeah, there are some great looking younger celebs out there but I think something is missing.

Who says younger is better? I don't get it. Some of the most beautiful women and YES...MEN are over forty. Some are even in their 60's. Ummm. Tom Selleck anyone? The man has always been rugged and sexy and that remains unchanged today.

To me there is nothing sexier than a man who has it all together. No, he's not perfect by any means but what one of is IS? These are men who have gained wisdom, experience and manage it all it aplomb and a great sense of humor. They are growing older gracefully and doing it with style. Here are some of my favorite Silver Foxes. Do you have a favorite among them? Honestly, I had more pics but this post should only be soooo long, ya know? There's Hugh Grant...funny with that naughty smile. Tough but witty Bruce Willis...and who doesn't love a man who says...yeah, I'm bald. So what? Get over it! Do you love the sexy elegance of Pierce Brosnan? Who doesn't?

Surely, you have an opinion. Who's your favorite older guy? What is it about him that makes you sigh and say...wow, what a MAN!

Most Romantic Locations?

Today I want to talk about something fun. Romantic locations. What makes a place romantic? I think it's who you're with, that right there is half the battle. The other half is setting the mood. In my first published release I have the couple in a cabin in the woods. A few reviewers who are 'city girls' swore that wasn't very romantic until they read Haley's Cabin, then they were ready to find their own Jeremy Pickett and head off into the woods! LOL

So, clearly we writers can make any location seem romantic, but I'm personally trying to think of a place to have a second honeymoon. Oh, not this year, maybe not for a few years yet even, but I'd like to (someday) go away with my husband and do it up right. No expense spared! So, with my youngest daughter's help I started to search out the MOST romantic locations. I found 7 and I'm going to share them with you here and I want you to tell me which place you think is the most romantic and why. Ready?

#1 Cape Cod, Massachusetts. There's something so completely romantic about a lighthouse. I don't know what it is. I can so easily picture walks on the beach, drinks by the fire, a carefree week spent with no outside influences at all. Sound exciting?

#2 An expensive hotel in the Cayman Islands. I've always wanted to go there! Sand, surf, the least amount of clothing possible. Fruity drinks and room service. Days spent lounging about making love and licking whipped cream off each other, evenings spent dancing and forgetting all your troubles. Maybe even a third party joining in. Sort of a 'what happens in the Caymans stays in the Caymans' kind of wild time. Kinky, huh?
#3 Cliffs of Ireland. Ah, now we're going back in time, aren't we? This place just speaks to the romantic in all of us, I think. At the heart of every woman is the dream of visiting Ireland with their husband. Stepping off the grid and having picnics and telling each other tragic romance stories and pretending that time has somehow stood still. That life has given us a gentle reprieve from reality. And all that matters is making love on the hauntinly beautiful rocky cliffs.
#4 Cabin in the woods. This is the type of vacation where you let your imagination take you on a ride. You'd pretend you're a teenager again and you're with him for the first time. Suddenly the years fall away and you see him as the hot, wild, guy that you flirted with shamelessly. In your mind you envision that you're way too innocent and he's about to take total advantage of that...hot tubs, hot chocolate and very naughty games of strip poker!
#5 A cruise to exotic locations. This romantic vacation would be all about indulging appetites. Pleasing all the senses, but esp. touch and taste. I have this idea in my head. Lots of delicicious food and lots of hours making love! What better way to spend a week?
#6 Rome, Italy. I've always wanted to visit Rome. This place seems so timeless and so perfect for a second honeymoon, don't you think? We could tour the city during the day and then later in the evening pretend to be members of some sort of rich Roman Empire...hehe.
#7 the master bedroom. This is the final stop on the tour, ladies. Your own bedroom. The wonderful places I mention above are exciting and romantic, but maybe the most romantic place in the world is only a few steps away. A few candles, some soft music, the kids staying at a grandma's house for the weekend...grab the wine bottle, the strawberries and the chocolate sauce and let the games begin!

Sassy Sunday Fun!

What to do on a lazy Sunday? Hmm. Anne, Kelley and I have been discussing a number of fun things since most of us have family stuff going on so we've decided to mix things up a bit. Some Sundays we'll feature guest authors for questions and contests and other days we'll post pics. Some days, like today, we'll fill you in on what we're currently working on.

Today I'm going to share and excerpt from a currently uncontracted WIP. This one is called Spanish Topaz. It's a paranormal menage set in Texas and features a hot, Texas cowboy, a sexy latina and a man from the past.

Sound fun? Here's a little excerpt. Hope you enjoy it on your Sassy Sunday!

Excerpt from Spanish Topaz:

Cash Carter leaned against the frame of the open barn door and watched Graciela Fuentes barrel down the dirt road leading to the Classic Cash Ranch. She had a new car. A sassy little roadster that reminded him of her, sleek but rounded in all the right places. A rooster tail of dust shot out from behind the vehicle as it rocketed down the road. On either side of the snappy little car, his land stretched out like a rugged Texas jewel in the waning autumn sunlight.
She was home.
Thank god. That was all that mattered.
The weeks since he’d last seen her fell away and his cock hardened behind the well-worn fly of his jeans. Her memory rose up, hot and fluid, in his mind and as his mouth went dry, he swore he could still feel the taste of her nipple on his tongue. It was a rich memory that he’d never been able to shake, even after she left for college and then landed a job as a museum curator in Houston. They’d been lovers for those years, but time and distance was his enemy. He was damn sick of only having scarce visits to her apartment in Houston and her trips to central Texas were so seldom, he was left aching.
When he’d found the dagger two days ago, she was the only person he’d called. It was a deal that worked for him. He’d have answers and her all at the same time. Have her he would, too. The connection between them had always been electrifying and the month that had passed since he’d last had her hadn’t changed a damn thing about that.
Cash shifted his stance and walked further into the yard to meet her. His heart thumped hard in his chest as he waited and remembered. Lust crawled through his belly and the urge to fuck her sweet pussy seeped through his mind like an oft remembered dream. If circumstances hadn’t intervened a couple of days ago, he’d pretty much decided to head down to Houston and haul her sexy, Latina ass back where she belonged. For good.
Maybe it was the time of year that made him hard for her. Made him ache for her. The leaves on the trees had turned a smoldering gold that exactly matched her eyes. The simmering reds mingled among the golden leaves reminded him of her lush lips and the way they’d always taken his with a hunger unequaled in his experience.
Bottom line was the woman was so fucking hot she burned him to ash with every touch. She was a craving in his system and he was a happy addict.
When the source of his raging addiction, stopped her car not twenty yards from where he stood, he stiffened, unsure of her greeting, as she stepped from the little car and gave him a look, cocked a winged black brow and sent him a sexy smile. Odd that he noticed that seductive smirk since he could barely drag his gaze from the long length of leg she bared beneath the miniscule black skirt. A strip of her belly flashed from below her shorter-than-hell red tee. The woman was sex on a stick and his cock pulsed in reaction, grew in dimension and he had the crazy desire to lick her from the tips of her cute little toes to her mouth, stopping to savor every point in between.
“Hey, sweet thing,” he drawled.
Her smile widened as she sent her gaze zipping down then up the length of his body. Impossibly his erection pulsed stronger as the need to fuck her silly grew by immense proportions.
“Hola, querido. Miss me?”
“Every damn day.” Cash held out his arms and watched her go still. A flicker of intensity made her golden eyes go dark. He smiled, knowing he had her right where he wanted her. She’d missed him, too. “Come ‘ere, darlin’. If I don’t touch you right now, I swear I’m gonna die.”
And just like, that the darkness left her eyes and her smile widened as she laughed and raced headlong into his arms.

I'm obsessed with nicknames!

I'm a big nickname person. I always have been. Ever since high school I've had my own nicknames for all of my closest friends. I've realized as a writer and as a reader my little obsession with nicknames is more alive than ever. My hero's automatically come up with nicknames for the heroines in my books. Nine times out of ten I don't sit around and think of names for the hero to call the heroine but he thinks of one all on his own. It almost just writes itself into the story. In Getting Lucky with Luciano, Luciano calls Kaylee, Bella which means beautiful in Italian. In book two in the series, Unexpected Mr. Right coming next January, Nico calls Tabby slugger. I know you're probably wondering why in the heck he calls her that but you have to read the books to know *grin*. There really is a funny story behind the name which does drive Tabby crazy, let me tell you, LOL. Brianna, who will get the third book in the series already has a nickname as well. You meet her hero in Unexpected Mr. Right and by the end of the story he's calling her McGruff. Yes, as in McGruff the crime dog. Again, I'd be giving something away by telling you why so I'm sworn to secrecy. Of course, in the bedroom, both Tabby and Brianna are called by much sexier names than slugger and McGruff but outside of the bedroom both Nico and Jackson like to give these ladies a hard time with names that drive them crazy.

One of my favorite authors, Toni Blake puts a lot of really cute nicknames in her books too. In her latest release, Letters to a Secret Lover, the hero, Rob, calls the heroine, Lindsey, Abby (wow that's confusing to write). She's an advice columnist hence the nickname Abby. In her book, Tempt Me Tonight the hero calls the heroine Cupcake because of something from their childhood. Anyway, I think you get the point-I'm a nickname person. Most of my nicknames, like those of my characters are fun or stem from a funny memory. Nicknames are so personal and so darn sexy between lovers. I can't help but add them in my books. I'm curious though, do you as reader like it when the hero or heroine have a cute, fun, or sexy nickname for the each other? Do you writers out there like to give your characters nicknames? What about in real life, do you have fun nicknames for friends or loved ones or does anyone have any a fun nickname for you?

Something to Hold in Your Hand

Okay, ladies, get your minds out of the gutter!!! snicker. I'm actually talking about books. I've already blogged on my feelings about "going green" with everything, including our reading material. Lots of you expressed very strong feelings/love for your e-readers, just as I have. Books are cheaper and the devices are handy-dandy when you can just pop it in your purse for short trips or long journeys.

For some of us, we are published BOTH ways and yes, it's cool to actually hold your baby in your HAND but does it translate into money?Many epubs do print, too, but the print books aren't readily available in bookstores. They have to be special ordered for author book signings or for individual customers. That's okay but it really doesn't translate into big author sales. I have BOTH...print and ebooks and I've found that I make waaaaaay more money through ebook sales than through print. So? Is it an ego thing with wishing and dreaming for your book to come out in print? Maybe that's part of it. Yeah, we get damn tired of hearing from friends and family that you must not be a REAL author because your story isn't a REAL book. That attitude makes me want to gag and I'm seriously over any ego-factor in regards to it. I don't have to HOLD IT IN MY HAND to know my book is real.

That being said, One Dependable Man (under another name...yes, darlings, I have TWO) came out in PRINT yesterday. I'd like to share the cover, blurb and excerpt with you today. It is available at The Wild Rose Press, Barnes and Noble on-line, Borders on-line, and Amazon.

BTW...Have a happy, fun, and SAFE Fourth of July!!!!!

Blurb:

Sunny Forester gave up her dream of finding a dependable man a long time ago After spending most of her life cleaning up the messes of lazy, shiftless Forester men she’s convinced that such an animal doesn't exist. When hunky rancher Matt McBride two-steps his way into her diner, though, all her preconceived notions about men begin to change. Vowing to repay a debt he owes to her dead brother, Matt McBride sweeps into the old diner and straight into Sunny's heart. He serves up a hefty helping of Texas-style lovin' with a side of spice for dessert, proving to this stubborn Texas woman that there is such a thing as a dependable man.

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Excerpt:

Shaking himself out of his rage, Matt turned to gaze at the assortment of diners who applauded him. He smiled back in response and executed a short nod as Sunny disappeared through the kitchen doors. Once the furor began to die down, he followed her.
Matt McBride, unlike the rest of the McBride clan, had never possessed a raw, unbridled temper. He was easy-going to a fault. It took a hell of a lot to anger him to violence but he hated creeps who messed with women. The harassment of this particular woman sent him over the edge.
Happy had once saved his life. Could he do anything less than help his sister?
Yeah, keep telling yourself that, dumb ass.
Over the past few weeks everything had begun to change. It wasn’t just about paying a debt to a dead friend anymore. It was about the dead friend’s sister. Hell, maybe it had always been about her and he just hadn’t realized it until now.
He wanted her so bad he ached.
Damn! What a mess.
Pushing through the swinging doors, Matt stopped just inside the kitchen and watched Sunny slowly flip four hamburgers on the grill. Knitting his brows at the stiffness of her posture, he glanced at Buck who grinned slightly, shook his head, and shrugged.
Turning away from the heat of the cooktop, Buck spoke in a gravely voice to no one in particular. “Guess I’ll get on out there and see if there’s anything to be done.” On his way out, he glanced up at Matt with what could’ve been a spark of pity. He clucked his tongue a couple of times and stepped out.
Matt cleared his throat, whether from nervousness or the need to wrap Sunny up in his arms, he wasn’t sure. She was stiff and unyielding and he wondered briefly if it was because she’d been scared.
He should’ve known better.
“Did he hurt you, sweetheart? Are you—?” Further questions went unanswered as Sunny spun around and pointed her spatula at his belly. He found himself staring into the blazing blue eyes of one hundred and ten pounds of pissed off woman.
“How dare you interfere?” she snapped. Her face was red and she was mad as a hornet. “This was none of your affair, McBride. I was handling everything just fine on my own before you stuck your nose in my business.”
She flung his gallantry right back in his face. Matt’s temper ignited. “You were, were you?” he sneered as he bore down on her. “Just how much manhandling were you gonna let yourself take before you booted his ass out of here, huh?” He moved in closer and Sunny took a step backward and then another. He scowled at her as she bumped up against the nearest wall. Her breathing quickened and her breasts grazed the front of his shirt.
Damn.
Lust whipped him like a lash. “Didn’t you realize those men were drooling at the sight of you all bent over the table like that? Your cute ass in those tight jeans is pure enticement and you know it. Did you ever once think maybe it’s dangerous for you to work this shift?”
Sunny gasped. “Are you calling me a tease?”
“No. I’m calling you stupid.”
She blinked up at him and Matt realized he was gripping her arms. Instantly, he gentled his hold and saw hurt flare to life in her eyes.
Her expression deflated Matt’s anger instantly. He cursed his own ability to act like a horse’s behind. What had he expected? Gratitude? Yeah, that’s what he’d wanted. Maybe he’d wanted her to throw herself into his arms like a weeping damsel and plant sweet kisses all over his face in gratitude.
He should’ve known that wasn’t Sunny’s style.
“Ah, hell. I’m sorry, darlin’. You’re strong and tough, but even you have your limits and you were out of your league tonight. They rattled you. Look at you. You’re shaking like a leaf. You’re tired and stressed out, and the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”
Sunny gasped and looked up at him with those bluebonnet eyes and he just lost it. With a low growl, he caught her in his arms and dove for her parted lips. Nipping at the lush fullness, he teased with his teeth, his tongue. He drank her sigh and plunged his tongue into the dark, sweetness of her mouth. The subtle scent of her rose up to tease him and he changed the angle of the kiss, breathing her in.
Her breasts, full and lush, teased through the thin barrier of his shirt and unable to stop, he rubbed his chest against her, desperate for a firmer touch. His erection throbbed against the fly of his jeans. He pressed it against the curve of her belly and rotated against her softness. She made a tiny, whimpering sound as he slowly drew away and stared down at her startled face.
Muttering a curse, he raked his fingers through his hair. He was moving too fast but he couldn’t help himself. “You’re not stupid. I didn’t mean what I said but I’m not sorry I kicked that guy’s butt.”
Making a tiny choked sound, Sunny drew away but Matt put his hand on her shoulder to stop her. “Yeah, I’m big enough to apologize but I’ll be damned if I’m going to say I’m sorry for kissing you.”
Sunny looked at him, long and hard, and he returned the gaze without flinching. He wasn’t a bit surprised when she turned without a word, opened the back door, and stepped out into the night.

Remember Atefah

I was talking to my mom the other day about women's rights. And boy have we come a long way! There are so many things that I never knew, things that her generation and the generations of women before her had to put up with. One topic that we got on was birth control. Did you know that a woman used to have to get her husband's permission if she wanted to go on the pill? Is that insane or what?

Nevertheless, in other countries women are still struggling. A case that struck a chord in me is about a girl named Atefah. She was 16 years old when she was executed in an Iranian square. Hanged to death. Why? Because she'd had sex. Yes, you read that right. She'd had sex and she was hanged for it. That disgusted me, but then I read on and tears came to my eyes. It seems the state-run newspaper accused her of adultery and described her as being 22 years old. As it turns out sex outside of marriage is a capital crime, right along with murder.

Am I the only person who finds this absolutely incomprehensible? I understand that not all cultures are the same. Diversity is the spice of life. If we all thought the same, acted the same, dressed the same life wouldn't be worth living. But we're not talking about any of that. We're talking about a young girl, a kid really, who had the same dreams and ideas as my own daughter. She probably worried about her hair and zits, dreamed of marriage and babies. All that changed, her hopes and dreams stolen. Her life taken away. And all because she had sex.

This girl should be remembered. We should all know her name. We should all see her face. And we should all kiss our daughters and be grateful that, at least in some countries, times have changed. Women have a say and little girls have the right to dream.

In rememberance of Atefah

Condoms: Yay, nay or doesn't matter?

There are no right or wrong answers to this one but I'm curious what your opinion is on using of condoms in romance books. I've heard two different sides to the debate. The first is that stopping the scene to have the hero put on a condom can take the reader out of the story. Personally, I don't see that as an issue. Most of the time the condom reference is a short one liner basically saying he ripped open the package and sheathed himself. Quick, to the point and then you can get on with the hot lovin'. I've also heard some people say that they read for escapism, fantasy where real life problems don't exist hence the reason that condoms aren't needed. As long as the heroine in on the pill, STD's are non-existent in the romance world. Sure there are references that the partners are clean but that's it. Those readers don't want to be reminded about all the repercussions that exist when sex is involved with real life couples. The other side of that same opinion is the fact that in real life pregnancy and STD's are a real issue and should be reflected in the books we read. That's makes it more realistic, but do we want realistic in our fantasy? When you read a romance scene do you want to be lost in that sexy, steamy moment and not have to think about real life issues like pregnancy or disease? After all, this is fantasy. Do we treat it as such or do we owe it to the teenage girl who grabbed a romance off her mom's shelf to present couples that engage in safe sex? Does it really matter at all? What about erotic romance? Is it easier to get by without using condoms if you're writing erotic romance compared to mainstream? Or are you like me and each specific story dictates if condoms should be used or if the couple can get away with not using them?

Cougars!!!! GRRRRR!!!

Nope. Not talking about wild jungle animals. Welllll on second thought, maybe I am. I know quite a few over-40 women who have quite a bit of GRRRRR about them. They are Cougars. Over forty-ish powerful, sexy, single/divorced women who loooove younger men. And what the hell is wrong with that?

We know all about the cliched stories. Kids are grown and gone off to college or wherever and husband decides to dip his toes in the lake of freedom and escape his middle-aged-ness by tooling off in a brand new Porsche with a brand new honey-bunny. We hear these tales every day but more and more the woman left behind decides that rather than crawl into a cave with a box of Godiva and a case of wine, she'd prefer to take her LIFE BACK!

So she slips into a sexy outfit complete with flashing red stillettos and goes on the prowl. Once again, I ask, what the hell is wrong with that? It may not be as dramatic as I've painted but the phenomenon is becoming more accepted than it might have been ten years ago. Probably the most famous cougar is Demi Moore who appeared in one of the Charlie's Angels movies a few years ago and blew everyone away. Sexy, built, confident, smart, and sassy. Over 40! Yeah...you GO DEMI!!!! Wasn't long after the movie, she started dating yummy, young Ashton and now, from all reports they are happily married and setting a standard for other May/December romances.

Men have done this kind of thing for years. Gone for younger women by offering the lure of stability and wealth as a great big carrot. Why can't women do the same? For a woman, dating a younger man offers major rewards not the least of them...SEX. After all a woman reaches her sexual peak in her 40's while men peak in their mid-20's. So yeah, Hot Sex. Can't argue with that. Now you might be wondering what a young stud would find appealing about a woman old enough to be his mom or...er, his older sister. Confidence, wisdom, the insight to know who she is and what she wants. She's going to call things as they are and not bat an eye. Men find that appealing and yeah, sexy. Women over forty have it all going on. They are done with the baby thing and are free to travel, let loose and have some fun.
As for the Cougar who has a young stud by the tail? She gains the confidence to, at last, revel in her own sexuality.

The romance fiction market finally picked up on this new phenomenon and I say...YAY for THEM. In May and June, Ellora's Cave launched a line of Cougar stores called Oh Yum. My own book, Tempting Tess, is a Cougar tale. If you haven't read one of these, I think you'll find them fun, sexy and often touching. My heroine, Tess, isn't the typical Cougar. She's a widow of two years with a grown daughter who learns that life for her didn't end after burying a husband and sending a child out into the world. It's just a beginning.

So, what are your thoughts about the Cougar thing? Do you see benefits or problems in this kind of relationship? For me, I think these women have it all going ON. So GRRRR Cougars! Go for it!