Women of December are looking for May
I love spring. But then, I’ve lived most of my life in Maine, where snow covers the ground nearly half the year.
When the first snowflakes flutter to the ground in early December, they’re beautiful and pristine. But months into the white wash of winter, there is nothing I yearn for more than color. I welcome the month of May as it heralds the return of the migrating birds with their bright feathers and the first green shoots of crocuses, daffodils and tulips pushing through the barren earth. It seems to lighten my steps and make me breathe deeper. As the green leaves unfurl from the knotty gray branches that have stood stark and empty against the gray skies of winter, I smile with joy.
What a contrast between the months of December and May. One signals a time of quiet and solitude while the other is the month of vitality and growth. It’s no wonder these two months were chosen when describing relationships between people who have a large age gap between them.
For decades older men in the “winter” of their lives have been courting and marrying women half their age. But now, women are turning the tables and finding their own “May” man. They seek young men who bring more to the table than a hot body and a great libido. Older women are still looking for a mature relationship with intellectual and recreational interests in common. (of course a strong sex drive never hurt any relationship *g*). And young men are happy to build a relationship with older women who are beyond the game playing and manipulation of their younger counterparts.
With the growing popularity of these May/December relationships, more female readers are seeking stories about them. My newest release from Ellora’s Cave, Maid for Master, is a younger man/older woman story. Claire Calderwood didn’t see her younger brother’s best friend as a potential lover until they end up at the same resort …
When lust and deception collide, will her complete submission be enough to bind their hearts?
Treat herself to a carnal weekend at the hedonistic retreat, XTC Resorts? That’s not something Claire Calderwood, a three-time loser in the relationship department would ordinarily do. But at forty-one, having a successful cleaning business is no longer enough. She wants a chance to let go of all responsibility, submit to a stranger’s sexual demands and satisfy her darkest fantasies.
Jonathon Brierton has known his best friend’s sister long enough to recognize her submissive nature. He would like nothing more than to have Claire bound naked and at the mercy of his flogger as he teaches her the sensual art of obeying her Master. At thirty-something, he’s a successful real estate developer, owner of a BDSM resort—and hopelessly in love with the older woman.
When Claire follows him to his resort, Jonathon is certain he can keep his identity secret long enough to convince her that being restrained in his stocks is something that will satisfy them both. But lies, deceit and broken hearts may not be so easy to overcome.
“Good morning, Claire.”
The familiar voice startled her. “Jonny,” Claire said, without looking up, embarrassment heating her cheeks.
“I’ve obviously interrupted.”
He had, but she didn’t want to make him feel bad. “No, don’t be silly.” With a couple of guilty taps to the mouse pad on her laptop, Claire tried to click back through her history to hide the internet site she’d been surfing for the last half-hour. “I was just catching up on emails.”
Claire dabbed at her tears with her napkin and turned to the man standing in front of her in the bright sun. Even in khaki shorts and casual polo, Jonny Brierton was all business. The ocean breeze wafting through the open terrace of the restaurant danced with the dark curls of his hair but didn’t soften the hard line of his jaw. His captivating eyes were currently hidden behind the mirrored lenses of his sunglasses, but she felt his piercing gaze none the less. She still had no idea how he’d managed to talk her into keeping her travel plans despite this past week’s life-altering events. And after last night’s activities, she was even more embarrassed that she’d let him accompany her.
“I’d like to join you for breakfast.”
“Of course, please sit,” she said, as he settled in the chair across from her. Casually closing the computer and tucking it in its case next to her chair, Claire gave up searching through pictures of Paradise Cove. It hadn’t helped her discover the mysterious Dom who’d completely knocked her world off its axis. But Master Xavier was nowhere on their website.
The man had been both commanding and gentle as he’d held her last night. She’d shed tears over all the years lost, the broken relationships, the blind paths she’d followed. But mostly she’d cried at the thought of losing her Master, the man who asked everything from her but multiplied it and gave it all right back.
At some point she’d fallen asleep in his arms. He’d found her a comfortable bed and someone to watch over her until she’d woken without the mask or her collar. Disappointment swept through her until she realized his gold armband remained in place. She still had so much to learn, so many ways he could help her heal all the hurt from bad relationships. At least he hadn’t completely walked away. She’d held on to the thought that he still wanted her. Stumbling back to her room only hours ago, just before dawn, Claire had spent the time tangled in her sheets thinking of him until she’d finally given up and come to the restaurant.
“Hello, Earth to Claire.” Jonny waved a hand in front of her face, pulling her from her musings. She attempted to smile, but only managed a quivering quirk of her lips. “Hey, are you all right? Where’d you go?” Jonny reached out as if to comfort, thought twice and pulled his hand back without touching her.
“I’m fine. I’m a little distracted. I didn’t sleep well last night.”
His eyebrow quirked and heat flushed her cheeks.
“I was in my own bed—alone. I just don’t sleep well in strange beds,” she added quickly.
“Did I say anything to make you defend your sleeping habits?”
Award-winning author, Nina Pierce, writes erotic tales of love, lust, and sex about men with a chink in their sexy armor, and the women who want to love and save them. It's all about the sweet scent of seduction. And that's what she hopes you find in her books ... sensual reads that rev up your motor and keep you begging for more!
A native of Maine, she resides in what she affectionately calls "the great white North" in potato country with her high school sweetheart and true love of twenty-seven years, her three grown children and a menagerie of pets. You can follow her at http://www.twitter.com/ninapierce and http://www.facebook.com/nina.pierce check out all her books at http://www.NinaPierce.com