Today’s book is 39 and holding…him and the story I wrote for this anthology is called Till the End.
Here’s the blurb:
Let’s face it, 40 is the new sexy! And Phaze is celebrating with this sometimes hilarious, sometimes touching, and always passionate collection of mature heroines who set out to prove that once you crest the hill, you begin to pick up a little speed.
Features stories by Robin Slick, Victoria Blisse, Fenner Jekyll, Jalena Burke, N.L. Belardes, N, Missy Lyons, Shanna Germain, Rebecca Adams, and Belinda Franklin.
And a snippet from my story in which poor old has a cold. Very appropriate for this time of year I think!
“Morning, James,” I smiled, “jump in I’ll give you a lift.”
“Thanks, Susan.” He sniffed sliding into the front seat of my untidy car.
“Sorry about the mess.” I apologised, smiling at him. I noticed his nose was red and his eyes were runny.
“Are you okay?”
“Not wearly doh.” He said, “I fink I h…h….h… ACHOO! have a cold.”
“Well, you’re not going into work then, my lad.” I answered, going into mothering mode. “I’m going to take you right back home now. Let me just ring the office and explain things.”
“But…but….” he tried to protest.
“Don’t. You can’t serve customers in that state. I won’t let you. Now sit there and hush up whilst I speak to Annie.”
His mouth snapped shut and I concentrated on the phone call. I explained what was going on and that I would be a little late. As I had no interviews to take that day, I wouldn’t be missed for an hour or so. I could always stay late to make it up if need be.
“Right, where do you live again? I’m going to drive you home.”
James told me where he lived and I set to finding my way there.
“Have you got any paracetamol in at home?” I asked him.
“No, nothing, I don’t think anyway.”
“Okay, well, we’ll take a detour past my place. I’ve got some cold relief odds and ends from when I had the flu last month. We’ll pick those up then get you home.”
“Oh, you really don’t have to…” He snuffled.
“Yes I do. We can’t have our top checkout assistant off work for too long now can we?”
“Well, tanks, Susan. Tanks a lot. I fink I would have collapsed if I would have had to walk any further.”
James barely uttered another word for the rest of the journey. I left him in the car as I went into my house to find the lemsips and other cold remedies I had in a cupboard in my kitchen. When I got back to the car, James was slumped against the window fast asleep. Poor lamb. My maternal instincts were upper most in my mind, but below it, all there was still a stirring in my nether regions that I just couldn’t get rid of.
I got back into my tired little car as quietly as I could, I even tried to start her quietly but she didn’t like the cold so she coughed and spluttered and woke James up.
“I’ll have you back home in a jiffy now,” I said soothingly. “Then you can have a good rest.”
The journey to James’s student home was relatively short and very quiet. When we pulled up outside the neat-looking terraced house, I jumped out of the car and retrieved my bag of goodies from the boot. James was already at the door when I got there. “Do you want me to come in? I can make up a drink for you if you like.”
I think I sounded over eager, but James just nodded his head. “Pwease.” He said and that was all the accent I needed.
I found my way to the kitchen pretty easily. For a house shared by four university boys, I was impressed by its cleanliness. I boiled the kettle and then went to find James. He was lying upon a flowery couch looking forlorn, still wrapped in his coat and scarf.
“Take off that coat, love,” I said. “I’ll go and find you a blanket.”
“Fanks, Susan, get my duvet from my woom for me pwease.”
His room was spotless. The ShopingSmart ties hanging on the door let me know it was definitely his room, but I could have told that from its scent alone. I walked in and took a good look. Not only was it clean on the surface, it looked like James was an organised individual. He’d have a fit if he saw the state of my bedroom. I shook myself from my little daydream, this would be the only time I’d be in his room and he’d never see mine. I noticed some pyjamas strewn at the side of his unmade double bed. Obviously he hadn’t had the energy to tidy up after himself this morning. I picked up the duvet and carried it back downstairs to James. Then I went and made up the hot lemon drink for him.
“There you go.” I say, passing the drink to his shaking hands. “There’s some vapour rub in the box and some soothers for your throat and a few more hot lemons. They should see you through for a few days.”
“Dank you.” He smiled and took a sip of the drink.
“Take care of yourself,” I added, “oh and if you want, I can give you a lift into work on days we’re in at the same time. We’ll talk about it when you’re well.”
“Susan?” He said.
“Yes, love?”
“Would do put some wub on my back for be.”
I flushed bright red at the thought of touching his flesh.
“Well, sure I can.” I smiled, trying desperately to compose myself.
“Danks. I’d ask one of der lads but der all in work doday all day.”
“No problem.” I grinned nervously as he slowly unbuttoned his work shirt and pulled it off.
I busied myself rummaging in the box for the menthol rub. I found it and looked up to see James lying face down on the sofa, his back calling me. I tried to stay focused, to keep hold of that very motherly mothering instinct I had but to no avail. The moment my hands touched his flesh, Sexual Susan came to life. I wanted to run my hands down over his trouser clad buttocks, to work my fingers down under the waist band and grope his delectable bottom. It took all my strength to keep to his back, rubbing gently in circles. I had myself under some kind of control until he moaned in stuffy-nosed pleasure.
“Can you do my chest, doo?”
“Flip over then, handsome, let Nurse Susan do her job!”
I chuckled, then gasped as James moved quicker than I anticipated, brushing past my pendulous breasts and probably noticing the erectness of my nipples.
In my mind’s eye, I was dressed in one of those kinky nurses outfits (you know the type you see in carry on movies, where they show lots of bottom and tons of cleavage) rubbing scented oil all over his young body.
Young, I berated myself internally. I’m old enough to be his mother. He’s probably completely freaked out by my breasts.
I took a finger full of the thick, unctuous menthol goo and began to smooth it in to his mostly hairless chest. Again, he moaned his appreciation as I rubbed in more of this potent menthol preparation and moved up to his throat and back down to his chest.
“There you go,” I said as I shakily tried to put the lid back on the pot. “That should clear those sinuses a bit.”
“Danks.” He smiled. As I stood up from my kneeling position beside the sofa, I glanced down his body, taking a good long gaze at what I longed to handle some more. I saw something from the corner of my eye, I glanced again and yes, there was a prominent bump in James’s pants.
I gulped and stood up quickly; looking away and hoping he’d not noticed me staring.
So by now you know the drill! You can purchase 39 and holding…him from Phaze now with 20% off if you use the SANTA promo code at the checkout and you can win your own copy just by leaving me a comment here, at twitter or on facebook. Winners will be announced on Sunday!
Sounds Sexy! Love that Excerpt!!