The family’s been spreading vile rumours about Ellora, mother of the groom.
When Ellora overhears these rumours repeated during Friday night cocktails in honour of her son’s wedding, she flees the Boathouse bar in tears. Luckily, there’s a young man outside with shoulders huge enough to cry on all night long.
Her son’s business partner Russ is more than just a hulking body—he’s the strong and sensitive type. Just what Ellora needs right now. And, though her looks have earned her the title “MILF of the groom,” Russ is the only man who makes her tremble.
But will Ellora’s fears about sharing her aging body with a younger man prevent their desires from blossoming?
WARNINGS: This title contains graphic language and explicit sex between an older woman and a younger man.
Word Count: 9,500
Even in the low light of the library, Ellora could see the scarlet blush rising up Russ’s neck, ascending all the way to his forehead.
“You’re a very attractive lady,” he said. “Veryattractive. I wouldn’t be lying if I said you were the most beautiful woman here. I think your family’s jealous of more than just your money, Mrs. Milton.”
“Ellora,” she insisted, gazing up at him, finding at once softness and sheer lust in his eyes.
“Ellora,” he said, his breath rumbling like a grizzly’s growl.
The heat between them might have singed the eyebrows off a weaker woman, but Ellora wore their shared lust like a jewel. “You’ve been so kind,” she said.
She didn’t give him time to finish, launching herself at his lips, kissing him hard while his fingers felt their way up her side. Her dress was a flimsy thing, though heavy with shimmering beads, and his fingertips soon met bare skin, searing it like a hot pan.
Russ broke away.
“Maybe we shouldn’t,” he whimpered like a loyal mutt.
But Ellora was already reaching around, unfastening her bra before letting the strap of her dress slip down her shoulder, slide down her arm. “Oh Russ, darling, I rather think we should.”
His hot gaze followed a trail of naked skin left in the wake of her tumbling dress. When her breasts were bare, he stared at them, transfixed, and that wolfish lust in his eyes gave her cause to grin zealously. She took hold of his big hand and moved it to her breast, pressing it, making him squeeze.
The heat of his skin against her sensitive nipple ramped up Ellora’s wild desire. She moaned softly, and he responded in kind, sliding down the couch and landing on the floor in front of her. Like a desperate beast, Russ pulled her into his grip and sucked her nipple so hard she hissed at the sensation.
“Careful, careful,” she warned, pressing on his forehead, shifting him to the other breast. “Too much too soon, sweety.”
He looked up at her with worry in his dark eyes. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Milton. Did I hurt you?”
She smiled, trying not to laugh. “Will you please call me Ellora?”
This book was added to our catalog on Saturday 19 May, 2012.