Thirty-five year-old Allison “Alli” Lancaster has it all—a fabulous job, a beautiful 15 year-old daughter, a hilarious BFF and a gorgeous house with a pool and Jacuzzi in an exclusive Las Vegas neighborhood. What she doesn’t have is a husband, because she kicked her lousy, cheating ex to the curb nine months ago. Since then, Alli has paid her dues with seemingly endless self-improvement and seemingly endless mourning. Now she’s ready to move on and try new things. Alli’s idea of “trying new things” is nothing like that devil-of-a-best-friend of hers. Somehow, Sara, the devil of a best friend, talks Alli into trying out a sex toy, sleeping with a younger man and letting a stranger in a lab jacket put hot wax on a place that should never, ever, ever see wax. And that’s only the beginning. Alli never saw her life going quite like this. She also never thought she’d meet someone else who had the very real potential to change her life forever. But she did. Enter the new guy. He’s gorgeous, refined and mature. He’s also marriage material. But that poses a problem for Alli, who renounced the institution of marriage when she renounced her ex. What’s a girl to do? They say that what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. But what the heck happens when you can’t leave Vegas? Well, you spin the wheel, of course. You play the game and let the chips fall where they may. Alli just hopes she can find them all. \\\\\\\* Caution! Only read this book if you want to laugh and are not offended at adult themes and language. This is not a Young Adult book.

Our definition of A sexy, confidant woman who knows who and what she wants. This is Sara’s story. She’s fiery, sassy and explodes at any given second. She’s sexy, funny and wildly inappropriate. She pokes holes in eggplants, And has an obsession with penises. She might be a train-wreck, but she sure has fun before she crashes. This is episode two in The Cougar Chronicles—a series of novellas designed to read in a short time span... so you can enjoy a light-hearted romp of inappropriateness without committing to spending an entire week on a book. Need a mood boost? A spirit lift? Pick up a Cougar Chronicle...for a shot of wildly inappropriate and highly irreverent fun. \\Excerpt\\ “Her spirit is just fine,” Alex defends his woman, patting her hip. “She’s got an amazing spirit, actually.” I narrow my eyes. “Are you using spirit as code for something? Like vagina, or nipples?” Alex sighs. “You’re incorrigible.” “I know that,” I tell him cheerfully. “It’s a gift.” “Or a curse,” Alli mutters under her breath. I give up on her and turn to her fiancée. “Can I have free rein over your groom’s cake? I have a fantastic idea.” He starts to nod, but Alli breaks in. “You’re not getting a penis cake, Sara. Let it go.” “But, Alli- can’t you just see how funny it would be? All of the people in the room dressed to the nines and eating penis?? Pleasseeee God, let me do it.” “God doesn’t want a penis cake,” she assures me. “And neither do I.” “Don’t speak for God,” I tell her. “You don’t know what He wants.” “I know He doesn’t want a penis cake,” she answers and she sounds tired. “How do you know? He designed the penis. He probably even has one. Oh my God. Does God have a penis??” The idea has never occurred to me before, and Alex and Alli both look appalled. “You’re going to hell,” Alex tells me firmly. “I hope Satan gives you the best room with the strippers.” “It was a valid question,” I insist as I pour another glass of wine. “I mean, if God is a man, why wouldn’t he have a penis? It’s not sacrilegious. I mean, he invented the penis in the first place. If I were God, I’d give myself a giant penis. The biggest penis in the world.” “I can’t believe we’re talking about this,” Alli grumbles into her glass. “Can’t you?” Alex asks drolly. “Sara is here, after all.” “You love me,” I assure them. “Don’t pretend you don’t.”

Mandee Bardot has a stripper name. She knows that. She’s also got big boobs, but they’re real, so if you think otherwise, you can suck it. She’s got a sharp wit, a sharper tongue, and a chip the size of Montana on her shoulder from a cheating ex-boyfriend. Sticking a toe in the dating pool is the last thing on her mind until an estate lawyer forces her hand. Her persnickety and half-deranged Aunt Penelope has left her a fortune… with one caveat. Mandee has to be married in order to claim it… within thirty days. The problem is, Mandee doesn’t know even one eligible soul. Until Owen Asher literally falls into her lap. His friends call him Ash, he’s six foot five, and he’s got…ahem… proportionally-sized appendages. He’s funny, he’s smart, and he has absolutely no desire to marry an heiress. Can Mandee change his mind? Time is ticking.