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Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. This week we're talking about couples in love, falling in love and what makes their love special. Here's a snippet from Toy Boy, my sexy cougar story set in beautiful Greece.

"So,” he said, shutting the door and glancing down at his feet. “I guess it’s goodnight.”

“Yes.” I studied the way his long fringe fell forward, the points of the strands of hair tickling his eyebrows. “See you in the morning.”

“Kay.” He looked up, his eyes narrowed and a line plowed across his brow.

My heart skipped a beat. If only it had been different. If only he’d been ten years older. Damn, I’d be ripping that T-shirt off him right now, shoving at my own clothes and finding the bedroom, wherever the hell it was. Actually, no, forget the bedroom, right here would do. Up against the bathroom door or sitting on the work surface that covered the refrigerator, perhaps on the steps that led up to the deck.

The warmth of desire heated my belly and tugged between my legs. I stared at the neck on his top. It was a little frayed, obviously a favorite T-shirt, and his skin in the hollow of his throat, looked so lickable my mouth watered.

‘I’d back you up against the wall, some place outside, an alley. It would be private, no one would see us, but still, the possibility of someone stumbling upon us would add to our thrill. Picture it, Kay...your shoulders against brickwork, your legs wrapped around my waist and me sliding into you. Taking you, making you mine. You’d soon forget to be worried, wouldn’t you? It would feel too damn good—my cock inside you, building you up, making you come. We’d have to be fast to minimize the possibility of being found. Can you imagine the urgency? Your breaths would be hard to catch because of how I was pounding in and out, in and out. You’d feel my hands gripping your bare ass cheeks, my mouth on yours, and your little panties, they’d just be dangling from one foot. You’d like that, Kay, wouldn’t you? All of it. Being taken hard and fast by me, down an alley. I’d like it, a lot. Let’s think about it together. Touch yourself, please, now. Touch yourself, and I’ll take my cock out, holding it while you tell me how it feels for you. Exactly how you’d want me to do it.’

And that had been exactly what I’d done. One hand on the phone, the other down my knickers as I’d spoken filthy words, exposed a fantasy and made sure I’d taken him with me for the ride.

This young, unfamiliar man, staring at me now, his wide shoulders filling my peripheral vision and his dynamic, intense energy bouncing off me, had listened to me masturbate while talking about him fucking me in some dark alley. He’d jerked off, too. I’d heard his gasp of pleasure and his long, low sigh of release. It had turned me the hell on.

A flush traveled up my neck and pinched my cheeks. My heart was galloping. I didn’t know where to look, so I turned away and stared at a radio set into the wall. Its long, coiled wire hung low and cast a curly shadow onto the paisley curtain next to it.

“What are you thinking?” he asked quietly.

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Mid Week Tease. Toy Boy. #MWTease

Mid Week Tease time again. If you're in the UK like me and the dull, rainy weather is getting you down then here's a few lines to transport you to sunny Greece.

Though at this particular point in the book Kay has retreated to a dimly lit bar after the shock of discovering that Sullivan, the man she's been having an online affair with, is considerably younger than she expected. Unfortunately now she's attracted the attention of a man she wouldn't touch with a barge pole! Will Sullivan come to the rescue?

“You are English,” he said. “Tell me where you are from, if not your name.”

Not a chance. “I’m sorry, but could you move your chair? I’m leaving now.”

“No.” He shook his head. “You stay, talk to me.” He leaned forward, and his nostrils flared, as though breathing in my perfume. “I want pretty lady to talk to.”

A wave of panic went through me. He had actually refused to move and let me leave.

“I like you,” he said, “and I can tell you like me. Maybe we do some little jiggy, jiggy together later.” He rested his hand on my arm and squeezed. “I show you a good time.”

“I think not,” I said firmly and pulled from his touch. “I—”

The sound of chair legs scraping on the floor and the bang of my unwelcome visitor’s body slamming into brickwork echoed around the bar. I looked up.

Sullivan loomed next to the table. He had Juan pinned against the wall—one hand gripping his right arm, the other around his neck.

“What the fuck are you doing, man?” Sullivan shouted.

“Get...off,” Juan gasped, wriggling.

“You gotta be kidding me, asshole.” Sullivan pushed into him harder, the muscles of his naked upper torso tensing and swelling.

Juan grunted and tried to shove at Sullivan.

I grabbed my wobbling wine glass, stood, then stepped farther into the corner, away from their grappling bodies. My heart was thumping wildly and my mouth was dry.

The other men in the bar had turned to witness the spectacle.

“I asked you what the hell you’re doing,” Sullivan said harshly. “Tell me.”

“What is it...to you?” Juan said, grabbing Sullivan’s forearm with his free hand and attempting to remove the grip on his neck.

Sullivan didn’t move his arm. Instead, he rammed his knee against Juan’s thigh and clamped him even harder against the wall.

Juan gritted his teeth and anger shone in his eyes. “Get...off...me.”

“I’ll let you go if you’re going to get outta here.” Sullivan’s biceps bulged. He was bigger than Juan, and his flawless skin shone, even in the shadows, with a slight film of sweat.

“No... Argh!” Juan went silent.

Sullivan appeared to have cut off Juan’s oxygen supply.

“Sullivan,” I said. “Please, stop.” I didn’t like Juan, but I didn’t want to be the cause of a murder.

“I’ll tell you what’s going to happen, asshole,” Sullivan said, slowly, calmly, like he had all the time in the world. “You’re going to walk outta here, far away, and I’m never going to see you again.”

Juan had both of his hands clamped around Sullivan’s thick wrist. He appeared to be tugging but with no effect. He nodded, slightly. His cheeks were reddening, and his eyes were so wide I could see all the whites.

“Good,” Sullivan went on, “because if I do see you again, that beer of yours will be down your throat, and it will still be in the goddamn bottle as I ram it past your tonsils. You hear me?”

Juan nodded again, as best he could around Sullivan’s death grip.

Suddenly, Sullivan stepped backward, nudging the table out of the way and putting himself between me and Juan.

Juan fell forward, latched his hands around his throat and dragged in a deep breath.

Sullivan was also breathing fast. I could make out his ribs expanding and contracting beneath his skin. His swim shorts had ridden down, exposing the small dimples in his lower back and the first hint of his buttocks where the skin was paler.

“What is happening?” The barman rushed over, hands up, fingers spread wide. “No fight here.”

“It’s okay,” Sullivan said. “Your troublemaker is leaving.”

“Good,” the barman glanced at me. “What happened?”

“He is crazy American,” Juan said, edging away toward the men playing cards.

“I only get crazy if you hit on my woman,” Sullivan said.

His woman?

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Dreaming of Greece

Toy Boy - erotic romance cougar story.

Oh, how I adore summer. The sun, the long, lazy evenings and eating outdoors. One particular summer that I remember with great fondness was a year Mr H and I went to Greece. We decided to have a go at sailing, and although neither of us were experts, we had a few lessons and joined a flotilla. We had an amazing time, so amazing in fact that I was inspired to set Toy Boy there. Toy Boy is my new short novel which has been hailed by reviewers as 'the perfect summer read'.

So today I thought I'd share a few photographs that I took of the Ionian Islands while visiting this wonderful part of the world.

We started off our adventure in the beautiful port of Fiscardo. My hero and heroine in Toy Boy, Sullivan and Kay meet here for the first time. It's a small harbour, with busy little restaurants around the port and spectacular views of Ithaca its neighbour.

Having lunch here was just perfect and as you can see there are fish in abundance.

The cats liked the fish too...

We were put in charge of a Beneteau 32, again the boat Sullivan charters in Toy Boy. It was so freeing to be out in the ocean, picking small coves to anchor for lunch and then when we got too hot we'd jump into the sea for a dip. 

We saw turtles, sun fish and dolphins on our travels, all of which I've included in the book, and yes, I was as captivated as Kay is.

The colours are one of the things that's really stayed with me. In Greece every colour seemed to be brighter, more vivid and vibrant than back home. The white-sun overhead bleaching the houses, bouncing off the sea and giving it this gorgeous rich aquamarine when we went shallow but rich navy in the depths.

Here are a few more images, just because I have them and want to share...

This final picture was taken at sunset and is Ithaca settling down for the night.

I hope you enjoyed my pictures and learning how I put my experiences of my wonderful holiday into my summer read . If you'd like to read an excerpt from Toy Boy, click here. There are loads of great reviews too and you can pick up your copy from all good ebook retailers including the publisher Totally Bound and Amazon/Amazon UK.

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Getting something unexpected can be a shock, but it can also be a wonderful treat, if you allow yourself to indulge, that is.

Kay is bubbling with excitement. She’s booked a sailing holiday of a lifetime in Greece with a man she’s fallen for hook, line and sinker. They met on the Internet. She’s from Oxford, he’s from Washington State. She’s a business lecturer, he runs his own successful business.

They’re perfect for each other, and she can’t wait to meet him and spend time in and out of his bed, allowing him to seduce her for real and not just with softly spoken words over the telephone.

But when she arrives in the idyllic port of Fiscardo, she’s in for a shock. There’s a reason Sullivan’s photographs were grainy, and it’s not because he’s sporting a potbelly or balding as she’d suspected. It’s because he’s over a decade younger than her and could rival any Greek god in the looks department. What’s more, his sex appeal and lust for her is off the scale.

Should Kay take what she can with her ‘toy boy’ and have some fun in the sun or hop on the first plane back to England? It’s a tricky decision for a woman who believed she couldn’t be surprised by life anymore.