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Aged to Perfection Blurb
There is something so damn sexy about a younger man.
Dumped by her husband of thirteen years for the younger model, forty-year-old Rachel Michaels needs to jumpstart her life. After years of fitting into her husband’s rigid mould, she’s ready to reinvent herself, and a fling with a hot younger man is just what she needs. Her sexy landscape designer is the perfect man for the job.
Twenty-eight-year-old Mark Beaumont is fascinated by the woman in her sexual prime. She’s assertive and fun, with a vulnerable core. After giving Rachel her first partner-induced orgasm, he knows he wants more than just a brief fling—he wants to help her explore everything she kept suppressed during her boring marriage.
But can he convince her that there is more between them than just great sex or will she let her fears stand in the way?
5 cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews ~ If you enjoy an older woman, younger man story, this one’s for you. Both Rachel and Mark are fun characters to read about and they’re very likeable too. You can feel their attraction from the first second they see one another. Sex scenes are hot and well placed. I thoroughly enjoyed this story. To read the entire review click here.
Excerpt From: Aged to Perfection
“You want me to do what?” Rachel Michaels gaped at her best friend in horror before turning her attention to the other woman in the room. The cute blonde aesthetician, Tammy, stood off to her right, wearing a smirk and a pink smock.
Rachel eyed the vat of hot wax and gulped. I’m too old for this shit!
“Seriously, Jan.” She laughed, nervously looking at her best friend. “Tell me again exactly why it is you think I need to be completely bald. I’ve lived my entire adult life without having a Brazilian done, and I’ve been just fine.”
“Have you really?”
She scowled at her friend. Alright, so her life had been pretty dull lately, but a Brazilian? That seemed a bit extreme. It wasn’t like anyone was going to see it anyway. Jan walked closer and looped her arm around Rachel’s shoulders in a familiar gesture that had been getting them both into trouble for fifteen years.
“Come on, Rach, live a little. You used to be so much fun. What happened to that wild spontaneous girl I used to know?”
“She got lost, along with everything else in the marriage, before I got tossed aside for the younger model.”
Jan pulled Rachel tighter against her body and squeezed. “Your ex was an idiot. Come on. It’s your fortieth birthday and you’re newly divorced. I thought we decided it was time to shed your inhibitions. You know ‘off with old, in with the new’.”
“Yeah, but when we had that discussion, I didn’t think my bikini line was in question. I thought you were talking just a little spring cleaning.” Rachel blew out a deep breath. “Fine, but you are so buying me a drink when this is done.”
She slowly walked forward like she was heading towards the guillotine rather than a waxing table. Tammy’s bubbly grin made Rachel want to smack her. With her eyes narrowed, she stared down the aesthetician. “You’re getting far too much enjoyment out of my discomfort.”
“I promise you’re going to love the results,” Tammy replied. “I’ll leave the room and allow you to get comfortable. You’ll want to undress completely from the waist down.”
“Jesus,” Rachel muttered. “But if I hear so much as a giggle out of either of you, I’m out of here,” she told them, ensuring her tone left no question that Rachel meant business.
“You won’t hear a peep out of me because I’m waiting for you outside,” Jan told her.
“What? You dragged me in here, and you aren’t even going to hold my hand?” Rachel whined.
“Trust me, honey. This will be much easier on you without an audience.” Jan shuddered. “I know I certainly wouldn’t want you to see me having this done.”
Rachel eyed the door, wondering if she could escape. “Why would it be that bad exactly?”
Jan giggled. “It is going to be completely worth it when it’s done. You will feel like a new woman. Honest.” She reached out and squeezed Rachel’s hand. Instead of reassuring Rachel, it only increased her wariness. Just what the hell had she signed on for?
With Jan out of the room, Rachel removed her jeans and underwear. Eyeing her white blouse, she decided it was probably wise to remove it as well. Clad in only her bra, she lay down and grabbed the towel that was draped on the edge of the table, trying desperately to cover her body.
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