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Finally, Peonies!

It was a long winter, stretching into what should have been spring with a four inch snowfall in late April. We were gone the first half of May (Cancun!). The second half seemed only to deliver strong winds, cold rains and dark skies. Perennials braved the elements by sending up sturdy green stems and leaves but didn’t risk putting forth blossoms.

 Now we’re suddenly breaking records for daily high temperatures, and my back yard is awash in colorful bloom and richly scented air. Here are some pics I took this morning to celebrate – perhaps they’ll cheer me and offer hope next winter when once again the flowerbeds rest under three feet of snow.

There’s always a piece of one or both of us in all the characters we write, so it’s no surprise that some of them love spring and flowers as much as I do. Melissa Hopkins would be one of them. She’s the heroine of Smoldering Passion, and I’ll drop in a blurb and one of her outdoor excerpts below.

Right now we’re in final edits on the sequel, Ripening Passion, due out in July at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid. Like Melissa, I had to go spend time with my flowers this morning before cooping myself up with the edits. Even in the midst of painstaking revisions, I’m loving this new story about a pair of fifty-something lovers. You can read more about Ripening Passion HERE.

BLURB Smoldering Passion

Work for a sex institute? Anything for her art! With her graduate stipend running out, budding artist Melissa Hopkins applies for a job where her aunt used to work – at a New York center that studies sexuality and creates educational sex videos. Sworn off women after a disastrous relationship, Center Director Harry Gage ignores the danger signals and hires the striking young woman who reminds him of his former lover. Her air of innocence will captivate center viewers, so he’s sure she’ll be a hit on camera. What he’s not prepared for is how she pierces his heart. When the sparks ignite, is it love or just sex – and what must each of them risk to find out?

 

EXCERPT Smoldering Passion

Melissa stood and rotated her shoulders. She had to get out of her apartment. It was a beautiful day, and she didn’t want to spend it all inside.

She grabbed her keys and some cash and headed down the stairs to street level. She walked briskly, suddenly knowing where she wanted to be.

Shortly, she turned in at the entrance to the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens and slowed her pace, pausing to watch the ducks in the Japanese water garden. This was space for relaxing—for breathing deeply, soaking in colors and breezes and scents. The riot of spring bloom was long gone and summer was at its peak. She headed for the Shakespeare Garden and was relieved to find a shady bench empty in a secluded corner. Daisies, Black-eyed Susans and Daylilies formed a casual cluster in yellow, white and orange beside the bench. Further off some taller mauve blooms she couldn’t name were full of butterflies, and a curly-headed toddler ran up to them laughing gleefully. The child’s parents stood nearby, holding hands, happy, as if they had no care in the world.

Melissa shook off a wave of loneliness. She waited till the family left and headed across the broad open meadow towards the rock garden, stopping to watch more children playing tag and hiding behind shrubs and bushes. An artist had set up his easel next to a large tall tree that had one out-of-place low slung branch reaching several yards straight out, parallel to the ground. She could easily imagine relaxing under the protective boughs, but knew better than to disturb his scene or ask what he was seeing.

The hairs on the back of her neck prickled. She stopped and turned around. Nothing seemed out of place—the children were still running with abandon, lovers walked hand-in-hand stopping for brief kisses—there: a man stood on a distant knoll watching where she stood. A hat pulled low on his head served almost as a mask.

She cocked her head to the side. Harry? She jogged toward the small hill. The man turned and scurried over the rise. When she crested it there was nothing but trees and bushes and flowers. Not a single person was in the little glade.

 

I went to Cancun and I took…

Did you ever play that alphabet game, “I Went to California and I took…” where each player must remember all the items that came before and add one for the next letter of the alphabet?

Hubs and I just got back from an incredible vacation in Cancun and I thought it’d be fun to play that game. I’ll get started today – keep track, though. In June I’ll say more and run a contest involving some of the items on the list, and I know you’ll want to play and remember. To whet your appetite, here is the view from our balcony!

Here we go!

A – Attitude. In spades. Embrace the moment, Stay Open to Surprise, Choose your Attitude, If not Now, When? If you decide to try a new adventure, might as well give it all you’ve got. We did!

B – Bindis. Nikki of Nipple Charms – did you know your bindis, temporary tats, swingers silver charm anklet and belly button jewelry went to Cancun? I had a lot of fun and got some great comments! I’m especially fond of this Swarovski crystal butterfly bindi – wore it to the disco, more than once.

C – Clothes. Not so much. Can you guess what kind of resort we went to?

D – my Dancing Shoes. Great disco every night, live bands, hot DJ’s – we’ve been practicing, working out to Dance Central on our XBox 360 Kinect, building our stamina and honing our moves. Look out world, Boomers can dance!

E – our Ebook Readers. He has a Nook and I have a Kindle. Easily more than half the peeps who were reading while they tanned had Ebooks instead of print. I think there’s a revolution going on. I’ll blog later on about my beach reads, might surprise you!

F – Fantasies. A girl can dream…That’s the stuff our erotic romance is made of – cougar fantasies, ménage fantasies, swinging fantasies, the chase, flirting, teasing, touching, tasting. I’ll tell you one thing, it was never like this in high school!!

G – G-string. You think? Maybe I’ll keep you guessing – but I have to add, it’s fun to wear sexy clothes, whether or not anyone else knows…

H – my Sun Hat, of course. Wide brimmed, squishable, cotton for coolness, light beige to reflect the sun – sunburn was not on my agenda! If sometimes it was the only thing I wore, would I tell?

I – internet. Well, not really – we didn’t take our computers. This was VACATION. The resort did have a small computer center and I checked in every so often, but really, there was hardly time, so much else to do.

That’s it for now, a third of the alphabet – I’ll be back with two more installments sometime in June. For now I’ll just say it was beautiful, balmy, invigorating, exciting, restorative, and filled with inspiration for new stories we can’t wait to put on the page.

If you’re curious about the swing lifestyle, check out our erotic romance series Swinging Games at Extasy Books. Six stories available now, book seven is scheduled for summer 2011!

 

Hot Sex After Fifty…And Beyond

Yup, you got it – both halves of Adriana are over fifty, and you’d better believe we’re still after hot sex – for ourselves, and for our readers. Our quest has taken us to some fascinating places and I thought we’d share some of our finds with you in today’s blog post.

 

Of course you already know we’ve been dipping into the swing lifestyle. We’ve met and talked with a host of swingers and checked out some lifestyle clubs. If you think swinging is just for the young and lithe, think again – it seems no age is too old, if the interest is there and the body is willing. We’ve met swingers in their seventies and heard tales of folks into their eighties. For more information and tips on the swing lifestyle, check out our interview of Swinger and Life Coach Chantelle Austin, HERE. And of course if your interest leans more toward erotic swinging fantasies, we now have six books released in our Swinging Games series over at Extasy Books. Here’s a link to a short sample from our newest one, Who’s the Coach? Our hero/heroine couple in this series are empty nesters who are baby boomers, btw.

 

Two more themes pop out at us from the sexy over-fifty crowd. One is health and fitness. You don’t have to stay fit to keep having hot sex, but it sure makes a difference – in stamina, energy level, arousal, responsiveness, and mood, not to mention attractiveness. That’s a LOT of benefits, worth the effort. Some baby boomers have been following healthy eating and workout routines all their lives. For those who haven’t, it’s never too late to start, and there are lots of websites with tips for keeping older joints and muscle groups happy and healthy. Here’s a sampler:

          http://movingfree.blogspot.com/

          http://www.lifescript.com

stillvital.com

 

The other theme is, for want of a better term, keeping up appearances. It’s a combination of self confidence, pride, presence, and attractiveness – looking one’s best, flaunting it and enjoying the heck out of it. Cougars are pretty famous for exuding these qualities, and here’s one I like, filled with tips for looking as young as you feel: Linda Franklin’s The Real Cougar Woman. She’s based in New York City. Her counterpart across the pond is Fab After Fifty.

 

And of course we’re writing new heroes and heroines who’ve crossed the magic fifty line. Coming in July to Whiskey Creek Torrid, Ripening Passion continues our series on a (fictional) sex institute, begun with Smoldering Passion. We’ll tease you with the blurb here and keep you posted on its progress as we approach release day!

 

BLURB

 

Claire Johnson’s dedication to sex—the cornerstone of her career—led her to found the Center for Sexuality and Sex Practices. Now in her fifties, she knows the Center must keep pace with the rapidly growing Baby Boomer market, so she agrees to go back on camera for a series on sex and aging. But work with her nemesis?

 

Former English Professor Max Wilson has championed the cause of the Center ever since his deceased wife sought the Center’s help to rekindle the nearly extinguished sexual flames of their relationship. He loves working on camera and welcomes the challenge to perform with the svelte but feisty temptress.

 

Sparks fly immediately on and off camera. Can either Claire or Max transform those sparks into a fire of sexual desire for their viewers? And if they succeed, what will happen when the movie’s over?

 
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